Loving You
"Buffy, I'm a big boy. You don't need to protect me like this!" Spike exclaimed as he stood in the middle of his living room facing the woman he loved beyond reason and currently frustrated with.
Buffy stared at him, shocked by his outburst. She took a deep breath and
swallowed. She opened her mouth to speak and Spike cut her off.
"Don't say it. Don't say that you still don't trust everything will be all
right."
Now she was frustrated. He could see it in the way that she scrunched up
her face and furrowed her brow.
"Well I don't!" she cried indignantly.
Raking a hand through his disheveled locks, Spike shook his head and took
a deep breath. A lot of that had been happening lately. He went along with
it at first, feeling honored and touched that Buffy felt the need to protect
him. His girl cared for him and it meant more to him than she knew. But it
was wearing thin when she wouldn't hold his hand in public, or didn't ever
want to go anywhere ‘just in case' they ran into Lindsey. He wanted to be
able to be with her, wanted the world to know that she was his girl and he
was her man, but she was wary still. She was afraid of what Lindsey would
do to him if he found out. Not that Spike didn't have his own reservations
about the man, but he didn't believe in living their life in fear. He was more
concerned for Buffy, not himself. If Lindsey found out about them, he'd
more likely do something to her, not to him. Which was why he and Angel
had taken special precautions to make sure Buffy was safe. When she left
work, one of them was there to get her, and in the morning, Angel had
taken to giving her rides in. It'd only been a week, and Spike was sure that
Buffy hadn't noticed.
"And don't think I don't know that you and Angel are up to something with
ALWAYS being there lately!" she exclaimed.
Until now of course.
"So you want to protect me, but I can't protect you? Does it go against
your manliness or something?" she challenged, tapping her foot and placing
her hands on her hips.
He couldn't help the grin that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. How
could he not find her absolutely adorable?
She pointed at him, "Don't you dare start smiling William Knightly."
He chuckled; he couldn't help it, and started reaching for her. She backed
off and he stopped. Okay fine. She needed to have this out first.
"Buffy, it doesn't go against my . . . ‘manliness'. It goes against my wanting
to have a normal life with you and not live in fear of what could or could not
happen concerning Lindsey."
"It's only been a week."
"Buffy, please kitten, try to understand. Remember I told you before that
I want to be with you and I don't want Lindsey to come between us. You're
making him come between us still even though you've broken up with him,"
Spike explained calmly.
She threw up her hands, "Excuse me for loving you and not wanting
anything to happen to you!"
"Buffy, I understand that you—" he stopped abruptly. He stared at her, his
heart beating rapidly in his chest. "What did you just say?"
She swallowed again, her chest heaving. "I said I loved you and I didn't
want anything to happen to you."
"I got the last part. Can you just say the first part by itself?"
"You're changing the subject."
"I think I have rights to in this case. You're telling me for the first time
that you love me. I want to hear it from those lovely lips. Just those three
words with nothing else before, after or between them," he told her smiling.
She smiled back, "I love you, William."
"Again," he ordered, grinning.
"No."
"Please?"
"I love you William."
He was grinning like an idiot and he didn't much care. He also didn't care if
they finished arguing about Lindsey just then. He just wanted her in his
arms. He made it to her in three long strides and swept her up in his arms,
smothering her in a kiss.
"Buffy, I've loved you since I met you. You're the best thing that ever
happened to me. You changed my life in so many ways and—"
She placed a finger over his mouth, halting his speech. He gazed at her half
curious, half in awe of her declaration.
"You don't have to make any big speeches, William. Though they are nice
to hear and I'll probably ask for one later, but now I just want you to kiss
me. I suppose I can forget about Lindsey for ri—"
Not being able to wait any longer, Spike kissed her again. He wanted to
learn every inch of her mouth and he was going to start his study right
then. When her tongue came out to greet his, his hands dived in her hair
and he brought her even closer to his body, slightly bending her back.
The need for oxygen was the only thing that made them part and it was
just a fraction of a move at that.
He watched her lustfully as she played with the top button of his shirt and
bit her bottom lip, looking up at him. "Will you make love to me now
William?"
"Oh God yes," he breathed and swept her up in his arms. She let out a little
‘eep!" at the sensation of being lifted and he set off to the bedroom. She
managed to slip the button out of his hole and was working her way down
diligently, making sure to kiss every expanse of skin that she uncovered.
Her kisses on his body were going to engulf him in flames, he was sure of it.
Nearly tossing her on the bed, he delighted in the giggle that escaped her
lips as she shimmied up the bed and wrapped her fingers around the
bedposts. Kicking off her shoes and toeing off her socks, Spike followed her
lead and unzipped his jeans, just leaving the flaps open, his cock still hidden.
He grinned at her when she licked her lips as her eyes focused on his
undone jeans. Then she looked up at him with a look that could melt butter.
"When did you become such vixen?" he asked breathlessly as he shed his
shirt and started crawling to her, a cat on the prowl.
Leaning forward she grabbed his face and kissed him hard, nibbling on his
bottom lip. Her hand eased inside his undone jeans and found his cock that
was dying for her touch. He broke the kiss, watching her face as she drew
his cock out of his jeans, pushing them down his hips for easier access. This
woman loved him, and he loved her with everything he had. He'd gone from
loving her to hating her, to hunting for her and then finding her and finding
out she'd lost her memory of him. She'd taken him on a roller coaster ride
all right. And he never wanted to get off the ride.
He grabbed her wrist before his control snapped completely and he came
in her hands. He wanted to be inside her, feeling her walls clamp around
him and welcome him home in their depths. There he planned to stay
forever.
She looked at him in question.
"I want to cum inside you luv. Not on you."
She smiled slowly and nodded.
"When," he asked, leaning in and sucking on the pulse point at her neck
and reveling in her moan and her hot little hands stroking the skin of his
arms and back. "Did you become such a vixen?" he asked again and pulled
back just a smidge.
She smiled mischievously at him. "Everyone's got a wild side . . . Spike."
He smirked, that lusty, sexy smirk that he knew drove her wild and kissed
her passionately.
Breaking the kiss, he kneeled before her, regarding her. He wanted to
touch so many things, wanted to remap her entire body with his hands and
his mouth. She was becoming impatient, that much he could tell. She
whipped off her shirt, and undid her bra and all he could do was stare at her
mesmerized. He'd fantasized their reunion so many times and now that he
had her here, he was so amazed and spellbound; he didn't know how to
begin. It was starting to become embarrassing. Especially when she took
his hand and placed it on her supple milky white breast.
His cock hardened more and he snapped into action, lurching forward to
tease one nipple as he suckled and teased her other breast. Her fingers
entwined themselves in her hair and she moaned. The salt of her skin was
delicious as her breast melted in his mouth. Her body was so responsive to
him; he took joy in the way her nipples hardened instantly at his touch.
When he looked up at her, he found her eyes closed and head thrown back
in rapture.
He licked his way up the valley between her breasts and then peppered
kisses to her mouth. He stared at her intensely, forcing her to see the
intensity in his eyes and the promise of his love and devotion.
"I. Love. You." He told her huskily.
"I love you too," she whispered and brought him closer to her, kissing him
soundly.
Placing his hands on the waistband of her jeans, he caressed the skin there.
Dipping his finger in he found her thong and played with the straps of it.
She bucked her hips at him, urging him on. Grinning, he sat back on his
haunches and went to work on her jeans. Undoing the button and unzipping
them slowly, he watched as the slowness drove her mad. He could see the
hot flush on her skin and was pleased to find she was just as affected as he.
Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he grasped the waistband and
yanked, sliding them down her legs, making sure to kiss each and every
part of skin he uncovered except for the one area she was desperate for
him to touch. Her eyes glazed over as she watched him and her legs
trembled with each caress of his hand and kiss of his lips.
"So beautiful Buffy. So soft and warm . . . " he murmured reverently.
Then, he grasped the side of her thong and tore it from her. She gasped at
the action and he was pleased to find her eyes darken even more with lust.
Spreading her slender legs, he swiped his finger down her slit, feeling the
moisture there. She was wet and ready for him.
"Better hold back on to that headboard baby," he told her. "Gonna make
you feel so good . . . "
He planned to set up camp between her legs for some time. He wanted to
taste her cum, wanted to drink her, drown in her. He remembered from
their night together that she tasted like honey. Settling himself in, he licked
her up and then down. She moaned and bit her lip, twining her fingers
around the headboard.
Spreading her lips, he flicked his tongue inside, groaning at the heavenly
taste.
"God Buffy. You taste so good . . . could eat you for hours, for days, for an
eternity." Diving his tongue in her hole, he flicked her clit with his finger
and then alternated with flicking her clit with his tongue and sticking his
finger in her hole, bringing her to the brink each time before he'd switch
again.
Taking mercy on her thrashing and pleading moans and the way her
knuckles were turning white from gripping the headboard, he sucked her
clit into his mouth hard and she came with a scream, screaming his name.
He drank deep and she came again. Moving off the bed, he nearly ripped
his jeans off and crawled back up to her.
"Want a taste?" he purred and she grabbed him, slamming her lips against
his in a bruising force. He took that as a yes.
Her hand slithered between them and she stroked him, starting to make
the descent with her lips down his chest. He knew the path, and he did
want her luscious mouth wrapped around his cock, but he was so hard and so ready to combust, one flick of her tongue and he'd explode. He wanted inside her, even if he did embarrass himself. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him again so bad, wanted to feel connected to her.
Pushing her hand away gently, he looked at her. "I want inside you,"
rasped.
She nodded vigorously and wrapped her arms around his neck as she bent
her legs and spread her legs wider. He found her opening with ease and slid
in an inch at a time. He grit his teeth at the sensation and tried to work out
long division problems to avoid cumming so soon. She broke down all his
resolve. Her body pulled him, telling him this was where he belonged,
telling him he was made to fit her body. He watched the pleasure play
across her face as he slid in and he couldn't help but feel in complete awe.
She loved him. After all they'd been through, after feeling as if he'd lost her
forever, there she was, taking him inside her, loving him, letting him love
her.
"God, I love you so much," he said hoarsely as he bottomed out inside her.
"I love you too," she breathed and rotated her hips.
He closed his eyes from the pleasure and torture. When he was sure he
was under control he pulled back just enough and then thrust back in,
grinding his pelvis against hers. They started a rhythm together and were
soon moving together in sync. He tangled his hands in her hair and kissed
her deeply as they moved. Moving her knees up closer to her chest allowed
for deeper penetration and he started to thrust harder, feeling himself
starting to lose what shred of control he'd been clinging to. He wanted to
come and yet feared it. He just wanted to be a part of her forever.
"Spike," she gasped. "I'm going to –" her hands started for the headboard.
"No. Wrap your arms around me," he ordered. He thrust faster and
harder.
"Spike," she whimpered.
"Cum for me Buffy. Cum all over me. Please," he begged. To help her, he
reached between them and flicked his finger across her clit while angling his
hips just right—
"William!" she cried out, throwing her head back.
She coated his cock with her juices and he came instantly, coating her
insides.
"Buffy!" he roared and pumped a few more times before collapsing against
her.
She ran her hands down his sweat sheaned back, murmuring to him. He
popped his head up.
"Am I crushing you?" he asked.
She shook her head and brought him back down, wrapping her limbs
around him.
"Don't leave me," she whispered.
"Never," he promised and nuzzled her color bone.
He smiled at her cat like yawn and rolled them to their sides. He wrapped
himself around her and kissed her. "Sleep kitten. You're going to need your
rest because I am far from done with you for tonight."
She smiled sleepily and snuggled up to him. He watched her as she slept,
stroking her hair and occasionally kissing her forehead until he gave into his
bodys demand to follow her into slumber.
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