A little trickle long enough can surely cause the flood…
The sun poured through the window and I squeezed my eyes closed tightly, pulling the covers up and turning away from the light; sighing softly as the darkness of the blanket surrounded me again
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Now this was almost as fun as I thought it was going to be and that meant that it could only get better. She fumbled with the door and I moved closer to her, standing closely behind her and feeling the heat of her body radiate outwards, touching mine. She blushed prettily, then. I wonder what part of the ‘dream’ she was remembering. Maybe the part where I…
"J-just give me a second, I n-need to go in and get dressed."
And in she went, closing the door in my bloody face. Well, now that wasn’t very hospitable, was it? Suddenly the door clicked and fell open a crack. Looks like the lock didn’t catch properly, probably due to my tinkering with it the other night. Oh well. I smirked and looked through the crack, watching as she revealed that soft, succulent body that I’d had some much fun with last night. Bloody hell, now I was starting to get hard…
I watched while she did all those bizarre things that women seem to find so important before finally sitting down at the mirror and brushing her hair. Time for my grand entrance I think, and slowly opened the door, stepping into the room and standing behind her.
“Missed a spot at the back,” I said and watched with a grin as she almost jumped out of her chair. “Here.” I took the brush from her and began to run it through her hair.
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I heard his voice and I jumped, surprised that he walked in the room before I opened the door and...oh god, did he see me? If the door wasn't closed right then I'm sure he saw me and...oh god.
My face turned a deep red and I closed my eyes. "I...Oh..." I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on him brushing my hair, trying to concentrate on the feeling and not how intimate it was. "T-thank you...you...you do-don't have to..."
He ignored me and kept brushing my hair, his fingers ghosting along my neck and my breath hitched in my throat, sensations shooting down my spine and I saw a flash in my mind. Fingers, skin and lips, a scent overwhelmed me that if I wasn't sitting I would have landed on the floor.
I started to remember something and my heart stopped, the memories of what I dreamed about the night before on the Dogwood...
"Oh god..." I felt my face get pale and I started to fidgit with the tie to my pants, trying to igore the images that flashed in my mind. All I wanted to know was 'why' I had these dreams...
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“Least I can do,” I said quietly, watching as she blushed crimson in the mirror. I could smell her blood, now it was so close to the surface and I knew that sooner or later I’d have to taste her. I’d have to be invited though… maybe another dream.
"Oh god..."
Speaking of dreams…
I grinned, safe in the knowledge that she couldn’t see me. It was clear as day that she was remembering the dream now, and I couldn’t help but imagine all the things she must be thinking about right now. About me, about herself.
“What’s up, pet?” I asked casually, leaning over her, nice and close, as I put the brush on the table in front of her. “You look a might pale,” I observed. “You coming down with something, or what?”
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“What’s up, pet? You look a might pale...You coming down with something, or what?”
My breath hitched in my throat and I bit my lip, closing my eyes as his scent overwhelemed me again. He was so close and I just wanted to know why I had visions of him in my subconcious and why having him close like this was effecting me this much.
"Y-you shouldn't..." I whispered with a shaky voice. "You shouldn't h-have this effect on me like this..." Biting my lip I close my eyes tightly and shook my head. "I-I'm fine S-Spike..." I brushed my hair away from my face, looking down and taking slow deep breath's. "S-strange dreams." I laughed bitterly and shook my head. "I t-think I started..." Do have dreams like you were...only not of Buffy but of you...
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I could’ve asked, could’ve pushed her but I didn’t, instead I let it slide. She wasn’t ready yet and if I pushed too hard then I’d never be able to get what I wanted. Her. Her wanting me right back.
"I-I'm fine S-Spike..."
Yeah right.
"S-strange dreams….I t-think I started..."
But this one I couldn’t resist. “Oh yeah,” I said smirking. “Been there, as you know.” Yeah, been there all right, ‘course she had no idea what I meant. “Having strange dreams and whatnot. Potion works though, slept like a baby last night…when I got back to the crypt that is.” I leaned in a little, getting nice and close to her so that I could smell her shampoo and her blood…and traces of my cum.
“Maybe you should mix yourself up a batch when you do mine.” I suggested, standing up and walking over to sit on the bed. I grinned. “So who were your dreams about, then?”
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Swallowing I shifted in the chair, turning and facing him as he sat on my bed.
“Maybe you should mix yourself up a batch when you do mine. So who were your dreams about, then?”
I didn't speak, I couldn't, my face turned deep red at his words and I looked away, letting my face become covered by my hair. "T-they...." I shook my head and felt my face flush deeper as I closed my eyes, the dream flooding me with it's memory of his scent and the way his skin felt against mine. His lips on me and...oh god. I can't, I can't do this. He's a friend of mine and...
"D-doesn't matter..." I half whimpered, licking my bottom lip and getting up to keep busy.
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I watched her as she walked around the room, trying to busy herself so she wouldn’t look at me. I started to smirk again and leaned back on the bed that I’d fucked her very willing, very unconscious body in last night. I wondered if I’d be pushing it if I came back tonight…taught her how to suck my cock just the way I liked it…
“So, you got enough fixings to make me a new batch of potion, then?” I asked. “I’m liked my night’s Slayer free, if you know what I mean.”
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My face turned deep red again, making my hands shake slightly as I headed over to the dresser fixing things that didn't need to be fixed but I needed to keep busy.
“So, you got enough fixings to make me a new batch of potion, then? I’m liked my night’s Slayer free, if you know what I mean.”
He mentioned the potion and I nodded, moving over to my book shelf and started pulling things off of it again. "S-so it worked well then?" I looked up at him and smiled slightly. He did have eyes you could get lost in...
"I'll give you enough t-to last a week if you want. I s-should have enough. I'm...I don't feel so well, I might be coming down with something. I don't w-want to let you down or anything if I get sick." I think tonight might be cause for a stronger dose then from last night, maybe I can sleep this off I'll feel better.
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“You couldn’t let me down, kitten,” I said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder and running it down her arm. Maybe a bit more than a friendly gesture, but it didn’t matter, I could be on the other side of the room and she’d still be blushing scarlet, all that sweet blood racing around her veins…getting wet for me without being able to help it.
Deep down her body knew what’d happen last night, and maybe even some part of her mind and that made this all the more fun.
“You’ve been bloody brilliant already, love,” I said, my hand still on her arm. “So accommodating, so helpful…”
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“You couldn’t let me down, kitten,”
His hand was running over my arm and I fumbled the oil's, nearly spilling them as I tried to compose myself. I needed a dreamless sleep or sleep that didn't have Spike as the star. Goddess, what was wrong with me? I've never had thoughts like this and...its Spike.
“You’ve been bloody brilliant already, love. So accommodating, so helpful…”
A shiver ran through me and I felt as if I was slammed by the memories of my dream again, his tone, the way he smelled, how close he was to me... "Oh god." I whispered softly, closing my eyes and trying to catch my breath even as he moved closer to me again. "S-spike..."
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"S-spike..." she murmured, just like she had last night while I was putting it to her and it was all I could do not to push her against that dressers, pull off those little good-girl knickers she wore and take my fill of her. Obviously I couldn’t though, could I? At least not without getting my brain fried. Fucking chip.
“You seem a little off colour love,” I said grabbing her shoulders and steering her towards the bed. “Don’t worry yourself about the potion, I can go one night without it. Right now you need to have a lie down and get back to your old self.”
I sat her on the bed and grabbed her feet, lifting them onto the mattress and sitting beside her. She blushed again, a deep crimson as I did. I was loving every sodding minute of this.
“ A good night’s sleep s’all you need. Can I get you anything before I go? Maybe something to help you sleep?”
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I felt my face turn red and I sat up a bit, brushing my hair away from my face and swallowing. "I..."
“ A good night’s sleep s’all you need. Can I get you anything before I go? Maybe something to help you sleep?”
Shaking my head I reached over and took a sip of water from the nightstand. "I t-took something last night, if I t-take anything again I won't wake up till tomorrow afternoon at least..." I sighed and went to stand up. "I-I'll make some tea, do you...do you w-want some before you go?"
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Tomorrow afternoon? Bloody hell, imagine all he fun games we could pack in if that was the case. Problem was though, she wasn’t going to take the stuff. I had to find a way to --
"I-I'll make some tea, do you...do you w-want some before you go?"
Perfect.
“Uh, uh,” I said, standing up and going over to the little sink she had in her room. “I’ll make the tea, kitten. It’s the least I can do for you…you’ve done so much for me, after all.”
I watched her with my features schooled into an earnest expression of concern until she laid back down to wait for the tea. I turned back to the sink and smirked. This was bloody perfect. And even more perfect was the fact that the dogwood was sitting here, right by the tea fixings.
“You take sugar?” I asked, opening the back of dogwood and shaking some of it into the tea. I couldn’t put too much in or she’d notice, but I’d used dogwood from time to time and I knew you didn’t need much. ‘Specially if it was already in your system.
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I laid back and closed my eyes for a moment, feeling a bit tired again and I nodded. "Yeah, two please." I smiled and shifted in the bed, feeling restless but tired. I forgot about all the side effects this had on me the day after.
"I don't mind h-helping you Spike." I smiled softly and sat up as I heard the hot pot start to boil. "You're a friend of mine, it's w-what friends do." I reassured him. I couldn't help but wonder exactly what was on his mind. Maybe the dreams with Buffy were bothering him more than he let on.
Tossing my hair over my shoulder I looked up at him. "You know you can t-talk to me if your problem is still bothering you..."
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She was going to have to stop being so bloody sweet to me if this was going to work. It’s not like I had any problems with… well anything really, when it came to evil doing, but with Tara it was different. There were some birds that you just couldn’t…well, it wasn’t like I was going to kill her, was it? We were just having at bit of fun, and it wasn’t as if she wasn’t getting anything out of it, was there?
Bloody fucking hell, I think I was starting to like her.
"You know you can t-talk to me if your problem is still bothering you..."
“Here’s your tea,” I said handing it to her and sitting back down on the end of the bed. I watched as she took a sip and smiled sleepily.
“It’s nice of you to offer,” I said after a while of watching her sip the tea, knowing that soon she’d be off in dreamland again. The idea sent a thrill through me. I couldn’t wait.
“But I don’t think it’s going to be a problem anymore.”
I watched as she put down the nearly empty cup of tea and laid back into the pillows, closing her eyes and sighing. She really was a pretty little thing…
“I’m dreaming about someone else now,” I said with a smirk as she drifted off.
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"Sorry," I murmured softly, leaning back and closing my eyes as the world got really hazy again. My limbs felt heavy and I sighed softly, reaching over blindly and pulling the blanket over me, relaxing as the warmth washed over me.
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