Buffy and Spike had been married June 11th almost 8 years ago. They were the couple everyone envied and loved. They were always kissing and whispering to each other, constantly touching and talking about everything that crossed their minds. They had no secrets. Over the past year or so the talking, touching and eventually the kissing stopped. They had almost become strangers again…
Spike glanced at his watch. They had been there for over three hours and he wanted to go home. He could feel the beginning of a headache above his eyes, but Buffy was still mingling with coworkers and clients on the other side of the room. Spike straightened his tie and sighed deeply. He caught a glimpse of Buffy talking to someone he met earlier that night. Buffy looked upset before quickly pasting on a smile. Her eyes scanned the room settling on Spike when she excused herself and headed towards him. Longing for a smile just for him, he asked her, “Are you ready to go, luv?” She nodded and headed towards the coat check. Spike had noticed that she wore a faint expression of sadness.
He turned his head in the direction she came from and wondered what Faith said to her to make her upset. With a sigh, he turned and headed towards a waiting Buffy.
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Spike closed his eyes and laid his head back against the seat. His headache had gotten worse therefore Buffy decided to drive home. They were traveling in silence and Spike was exhausted, he almost instantly fell into a deep sleep. His mind took him back to when he first met Buffy and how happy he had been in the beginning.
Spike didn’t want to go to the party. His friends dragged him declaring it “was for the best”. After Drusilla dumped him, he hadn’t wanted to talk to any females, especially Harmony. Harmony followed him around like a lovesick puppy and he hated it. Spike knew she would be at the party and quickly ducked out when no one was looking. He headed for the local coffee house Espresso Pump. A quiet booth in the corner was just what he needed. Arriving he found it to be busier than usual and quickly slid into the last empty booth. Sighing, he ordered his drink and observed everyone in the coffee house.
A girl stood in the doorway with a bag slung over her shoulder and she appeared to be looking for a place to sit. Her eyes resting on Spike and his empty booth, he groaned. He pretended to look around like he was waiting for someone when she walked up and said, “Hi. I see you are all alone and I need a place to sit for just a few minutes so I was wondering if I may sit with you for a bit.”
His breath caught. Her eyes reminded him of emeralds with little specks of gold. Her honey blond hair perfectly framed her face and her pouty pink lips were turned up in the corners in a small smile. She was beautiful. Spike couldn’t help but stutter. “I… I…uh…” Her smile got bigger and she started to slide in across from him. Snapping out of his dazed he finally replied, “I’m waiting for someone, pet.” No matter how pretty she was, he still wanted to be alone. She focused her eyes on him and said sweetly, “That’s okay, when they show up I should be gone” He couldn’t decide if he was relieved or disappointed at that. “I’m Buffy”
“No point in introducing ourselves if we aren’t going to get to know each other, luv.” He sulked. Buffy raised an eyebrow at him and said, “You’re all bad moody.” He smirked slightly at her last statement. “Since you aren’t going to tell me your name, why don’t you tell me what’s bugging you.”
Spike leaned forward and asked her, “Now why would I tell a perfect stranger my problems? You must be out of your knockers.” “Didn’t you know it’s easier telling strangers your problems, then your friends? By the way, thanks for calling me perfect.” She flashed a dazzling smile at him. Spike couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, luv, you win.”
They ended up talking for an hour before Buffy suddenly stood up and said, “I got to go, my mom is waiting outside. If you want to talk again, I’ll be here again tomorrow. If you don’t, then it was nice meeting you.” She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She turned and started walking out when Spike called, “Buffy!” she looked over her shoulder at him. “My name’s Spike. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled as he had over the past hour. She just looked at him and with a twinkle in her eye and a smile, she headed out the door.
“Spike, wake up” he felt someone shaking him. Opening his eyes, he saw that they were home. Buffy was leaning over him trying to wake him up. Her face was inches from his and Spike could clearly see sadness and longing in her eyes. Her eyes fixated on his for a moment before she stood straight up and headed towards the house. Pounding in his head, he rubbed his temples. His headache was still strong and he wished for some pain medicine. Sighing, he slowly got out of the car and headed into the house.
Buffy was in the bedroom changing out of her dress. Spike changed into his boxers, headed for the bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet. After taking his medicine he leaned over the sink and thought about his dream. He smiled at the memory of seeing Buffy the next day and how eventually it became a daily meeting until the day she asked him what was taking him so long to ask her out. He had been shocked, but asked her out. Within a month they became inseparable. One year later, they were engaged and married on the anniversary of the day they met. They had been so happy. He wondered what happened to make them as they are now.
Spike took a deep breath and headed for bed. Buffy was no longer in the bedroom so he turned off the light and crawled under the covers. Hopefully his headache would be gone soon. ***
Buffy walked had gone into the kitchen looking for her stash of chocolate covered strawberries. She practically squealed in delight when she found them behind the milk. She walked into the darkened living room, the only light coming from the kitchen, and curled up on the couch, her nightie riding high up her thighs. She placed the tip of a strawberry in her mouth and wrapped her lips around it as her mind drifted to her conversation with Faith earlier that night.
Buffy had been confiding in Faith over her lack of an intimate relationship with Spike. Faith was constantly telling her to seduce the new guy in the office, Riley.
“If your man doesn’t want to touch you, find another man to fuck your brains out,” Faith always said. But tonight she finally said what had always been in the back of Buffy’s mind.
“Damn, B, your husband is hot. If a man like that isn’t fucking you, he must be going elsewhere.”
Buffy sighed and placed her strawberries next to her. Eyes closed she remembered their first kiss; they had been dancing at the Bronze almost the whole time they were there. Finally needing a break, Spike suggested they sit for a while. Walking to their seats, Buffy heard a new song start, “Again” by Lenny Kravitz. Spike suddenly stopped her and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “Pet, you have never looked more beautiful to me than you do right now.” He pulled back and looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. Buffy leaned in and kissed him.
A small smile spread on her face. They had so much passion flowing into each other, and she desperately missed it. Buffy stood up, walked over to the stereo, slid a cd into the player and pressed play. The first notes filled the air, and Buffy immediately closed her eyes. Her body relaxed and started swaying to the music. She imagined Spike standing behind her, his chest against her back, arms wrapped around her.
I've been searching for you
I heard a cry within my soul
Buffy sighed, how she wished Spike was really behind her. ***
A few minutes earlier…
Spike woke up and noticed Buffy still wasn’t in bed. Glancing at the clock he realized he only slept for an hour, but his headache was gone. He pushed the covers aside and climbed out of bed. He walked into the bathroom to the sink. He felt hot, and splashed some water on his face. Spike looked at his reflection in the mirror. He saw sadness in his face, and sighed deeply.
Walking back into the bedroom, he heard music. He went to the door and slightly opened the door. It’s coming from the living room. He thought as he walked into the hall. He crept to the living room and found Buffy slowly swaying to the music.
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
He smiled at the memory the song was bringing, their first kiss. Spike watched Buffy sway and move as if she was dancing with someone. He didn’t dare to move or make a noise, not wanting to disturb how beautiful and serene she looked.
A sacred gift of heaven
For better worse, wherever
And I would never let somebody break you down
Until you cried,
Buffy twirled once… twice. Her hair was flowing, her nightie flying high so that Spike saw her light pink panties against her tan skin. She stopped dancing and hugged herself. She stood there for a moment…
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again.
“Spike” she whispered, surprising Spike. Her back was still to him, so he crept forward closer to her. She sighed and started swaying again.
At every time I've always known
That you where there, upon your throne
Spike crept forward until he was standing directly behind her, his bare chest almost touching her back. He could smell her hair and hear her breaths. Buffy felt her arms wrapping themselves around her, and another pair of warm strong arms wrapped around them.
“Spike,” she whispered once again. She turned around to face him and looked in his passion filled eyes. Her eyes traveled down to his lips and she leaned in closer to him. Spike eyes searched Buffy’s before he leaned in and finally connecting their lips.
Everything faded away except each other. Trailing his hands down her back, Spike sent tingles rushing through Buffy. Moaning into his mouth louder, she pressed her body closer to his and discovered the erection straining to get to her. Easing away from his lips long enough to smile, she ran her fingers down his chest and across his stomach to grasp the band of his boxers. Spike nibbled on her lips as she dragged his boxers off and left them pooled on the floor.
He inhaled sharply as she encased him in her hand and made him throb. She knelt down before him and kissed his tip. His cock twitched begging for more attention. A smile graced her face as she licked her lips and slid him into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and slowly pulled him out until only the head was left. Her tongue swirled around the head and Buffy could already taste his precum. Spike moaned loudly, “Oh… Buffy…” How he missed her so. Buffy dragged her lips up and down his shaft as she cupped his balls in her hands and gently tugged. Spike moaned and stiffened.
He reached down and grasped her shoulders as he came in her mouth. Her hunger for him was insatiable as she ravenously drank him down. Spike gasped trying to catch his breath as Buffy pulled away and seductively licked her lips. She smiled up at him and softly said, “I need you.” She slowly stood up and gazed into his eyes. “I want you.”
Spike tilted his head and looked at her. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes were practically begging him to touch her, like he used to. He took a deep breath and leaned into her, their lips barely touching. His arms reached out and pulled her close to his naked body. She raised her arms above her head signaling her desire to be free of her confining clothes. He lifted her negligee over her head and tossed it aside. His warm strong hands traveling lightly down her sides to her panties and sliding them off her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nibbled on her bottom lip while gently swaying her to the background music. Spike kissed a path down her chin, her neck, down between her breasts. Buffy moaned softly. Her skin tingled with every kiss.
Spike caressed her hip and ever so slowly moved his hand until it was between Buffy’s legs. His fingers slid between her lips discovering her wetness. He rubbed and pinched her clit until her breathing quickened and she was leaning on him for support. Buffy almost cried when he pulled his hand away until he motioned her to lie down. Spike joined her on the floor and reached over to the couch grabbing her box of strawberries. He plucked one out of the box and gently trailed it across her lips. Buffy opened her mouth slightly to bite the strawberry but Spike whispered, “Not yet, luv.” He trailed it down her chin to her breast and circled her nipple. The chocolate was slightly melting and was leaving a faint trail on her skin. Spike trailed the strawberry down her stomach and between her legs. Buffy inhaled at the coldness touching her clit. Spike gently slid it between her lips and ran it up and down, the tip of the s’berry grazing her center. Buffy gasped. She needed him. She needed to feel him.
“Spike,” she pleaded, “I want to feel you.” Spike smiled sadly at her and searched her eyes for the love they once couldn’t hold back. Buffy gazed back and was amazed at how much she felt stir up within her. She never stopped loving him and desperately wanted him to know it. “I love you with my heart and soul and I have never stopped loving you.” She whispered just above a whisper. Spike’s eyes flooded with relief and joy. He pressed his lips against her and felt her press back with fury as if wanting to make up for lost time.
Buffy placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back. Climbing on top of him, she placed his shaft at her entrance and slid it in her. She closed her eyes for a second before forcing them open to look into Spike’s eyes. A breath escaped her lips as she slowly started moving her body. Her body exploded in sensations she had forgotten existed. A wave of warmth traveled over her as the pleasure she was feeling could be seen on his face too.
Her pace quickened with her breathing until they were both simultaneously moaning and gasping each others names. Spike could feel her sweating body under his hands and could feel the pounding of his heart and the gasps of her moans throughout his body.
“Spike…*gasp*… so …close…”
“Ah! Buffy…” Spike moaned as Buffy felt herself tense and tremble in ecstasy. She closed her eyes and gasped for a breath.
Leaning forward and planting a kiss on Spike’s goofy smirk, she slid next to him cuddling up to him, tingles still shooting through her. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, he breathed, “I’ve missed you, luv.”
Giggling softly she replied, “I could tell.” She planted a kiss on his chest, looked into his eyes and searched for anything that said he was still only hers. She didn’t have to search but for a fraction of a second. He still loved her with all his heart and soul. What’s more is she still felt the same way about him
“Luv, are you ok?” Spike asked when he noticed Buffy’s eyes filling with tears.
Buffy smiled at him through tear-filled eyes and said, “Yes, Spike. I feel... wonderful tonight.”