Title: Falling Into Heaven
Author:Pattyanne
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Summary: Based on 'Smashed.'
My version of things.
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Buffy grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and flung
him violently across the room of the crumbling house,
watching with pleasure as he landed flat on his
back, stretched out on a broken set of stairs.
She advanced slowly as he struggled to his feet. "Me? I'm
lost? Look at you, you idiot," she taunted him. "Poor
Spikey. Can't be a human...can't be a vampire...where
do YOU fit in?"
Spike swung his fist directly at her face. Buffy ducked and
punched him as hard as she could in the middle of his
abdomen. As he doubled over, she threw him across the
room again. He landed in a heap, in a pile of broken
brickwork that had once been a grand fireplace.
"Your job is to kill the slayer," she said, following his path
across the room. "But all YOU can do is follow me around
making moon eyes."
Spike raised his head and glared at her. "I'm in love with
you," he said harshly.
Buffy felt a momentary thrill at those words. He had said
it before, more than once, but tonight it touched a nerve
in her that hadn't been touched in a very long time.
She shook off the feeling immediately. "You're in love with
pain," she informed him. "Admit it." He regained his feet
as she approached. "You like me," she added, "because
you enjoy getting beat down. So, who's really screwed up
here?"
If looks could kill, she'd have dropped dead then and there.
"Hello! Vampire!" he said sarcastically. He swung his fist
at her face again, but she deflected it easily, so he
grabbed her arms and squeezed them. "I'm supposed
to be treading on the dark side," he said angrily. He lifted
her off her feet and slung her across the room like a rag
doll.
Buffy hit the wall hard, then slid to the floor. He gave her
no time to recover. He stomped over to her and grabbed
two handfuls of her jacket front.
She tried to stop herself from falling, but he was too
strong and he tossed her easily. As she came to rest on
her back, he came after her and planted one foot on
either side of her.
Spike reached down and lifted her slightly. "What's
YOUR excuse?" he demanded, shaking her till her teeth
rattled.
Buffy replied by placing her hand on his face and shoving
him so strongly that he flew back several feet. He smashed
into a concrete pillar, dislodging a huge chunk of it as he
hit the floor.
Jumping immediately to her feet, Buffy found that he
was already standing up. He planted his feet firmly,
waiting for her. She ran across the room and tackled
him, sending them both back on the landing of the
staircase.
Spike was the first one on his feet, and he took advantage
of the fact by again wrapping his fingers in the front of
her denim jacket and pressing her down hard on the stairs.
The edge of the stair dug into Buffy's back, making her
gasp with pain.
He laughed as she struggled to break his grip, bringing
all her rage screaming to the surface. She swung her left
fist, connecting briefly with his face. He repaid her with a
stinging slap of his own.
Yanking her roughly to her feet, he kept his grip on her
clothing. "I wasn't planning on hurting you...much," he
said, grinning devilishly.
No way was she gonna take that!!
"You haven't even come close to hurting me!" she snapped.
"Afraid to give me the chance?" he asked, a challenge
in his voice.
Even the suggestion that she was in any way afraid
of him enraged her. She broke his grip and threw him
against the wall she had been pressed up against.
She stared at him, her chest heaving. Locking her gaze
with his, she was strangely unsurprised when she began
to realize that her anger contained a large measure of
sexual arousal. She felt an awareness that, no matter
what else he was, he was indeed a man. A man who
had developed a power over her that she could not
explain or control.
He was dangerous. Exactly the kind of man she should
stay far away from.
So, why couldn't she stay away?
Spike looked at her through eyes dark with lust. "You
afraid I'm gonna...." was all he could say before she
pinned him to the wall and shut his mouth up with hers.
She felt his startlement, but he recovered quickly and
responded to her with passionate intent. The kiss was
ardent, almost angry, and they surrendered to it in equal
measure.
Buffy slid her left arm behind his neck to keep him where
she wanted him. Her right fist punched into the wall next
to his head, putting a large hole in the plaster.
As she worked her hand loose, Spike held her left arm
so that it stayed around him. Slipping his left arm around
around her waist, he hauled her body against his.
The slayer moved her hand, caressing the side of his
face. She parted her lips beneath his, and he deepened
the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
She met it with her own tongue, and he moaned softly
when he felt her cheeks contract and realized that she was
sucking his tongue, keeping it in her mouth.
Lifting her off her feet, he reversed their positions in the
dance, placing her against the wall. He retained his claim
on her mouth and leaned into her, grinding his pelvis against
hers. His dick had hardened into a steel bar during their
fight, and he wanted her to know it...to feel it.
Buffy did feel it, and her body responded, becoming wet
and swollen, preparing itself for him. Wildly aroused, she
whimpered deep in her throat.
Spike pushed harder, rubbing himself on her thighs,
desperate to ease the straining hardness between his
legs. Buffy lifted her hand to cup his jaw, trapping him,
keeping his mouth on hers.
He could have kissed her for hours, but she needed air. As
he pulled back slightly, she heard the sound of plaster cracking.
She placed her hands on his chest and shoved him away
hard, following just as a massive beam came crashing down
where they had been standing.
Neither of them noticed or cared.
Spike fell against the opposite wall and stayed there, waiting
for her. She threw herself at him as his arms opened to
catch her. Grabbing his shirt, she yanked him down and
again took possession of his mouth.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, lifting her against
his thighs. She gave him what he wanted, grinding herself
shamelessly against his hard cock.
Buffy had never been this excited before, had never wanted
a man as badly as she wanted this one. No one had aroused
this kind of wildness and fierce passion, and she wanted it
to go on and on, and never end.
Spike bent his knees slightly, then straightened up, lifting
Buffy into the air. She wrapped her legs around him as his
mouth continued to devour hers. His tongue began to slide
in and out, imitating the motions of intercourse.
She wrapped her arms around his neck when she felt him
raising her. He reached down and fumbled with one hand,
trying to unbuckle his belt.
Buffy sent her own hand down between them. Feeling the
hardness swelling beneath her touch, she pulled down the
zipper of his jeans, freeing his aching flesh.
When he felt her small, soft fingers on him, he pulled back
from her in amazement. They stared into each other's eyes
for a long moment, drowning in mutual desire.
He moved his fingers under her skirt and moved her lacy
underpants to one side. Brushing his fingers over her,
he felt her wetness, her heat, and her readiness.
Buffy was almost crying with the agony of waiting. When
she couldn't stand it one more second, she took his
hard cock into her hand and positioned him at the wet
entrance to her body.
Spike watched her face as he sank into her tight sheath. Her
eyes became dreamy and unfocused. To him, she had never
looked more beautiful or more desirable.
As he began to move her up and down his cock, her eyes
drifted closed. "Oh, God," she mouthed soundlessly.
The sight of her face, so completely abandoned to pleasure,
drove his lust to new heights, and he began to thrust more
firmly into her.
Buffy was whimpering and panting, frantically grinding
against him, searching for the friction she craved. "More,"
she whispered.
Turning around, Spike braced her against the wall and
pounded into her, hard and fast.
She let her head drop back, exposing her soft throat. Spike
moved his mouth down her face, licking and kissing her skin.
He pressed his lips over the vein that pumped blood through
her healthy young body, with no thought of biting her, no
desire to hurt her in any way.
Buffy forced his face up and kissed him, plundering his
mouth with her tongue. He returned her earlier gesture and
sucked on it. Feeling it dance across his teeth, he bit
down gently, teasingly, then released it.
Her breathing was becoming more and more erratic as he
lunged into her, then pulled almost completely out, making
her whimper and squirm for his next thrust.
He purposely prolonged the act, moving slowly, wanting
her pleasure before his own. "That's it, luv...oh, yeah..."
When he felt her nails digging into him, he knew she was
about to come, and he increased the pace of his thrusts,
matching them to the movements of her hips.
Dropping her head forward onto his shoulder, she panted
hotly in his ear. "Yes..oh, yes...please...harder Spike...do
it harder....feels so good...."
His lust ratcheted up several more degrees as he listened
to her words...words of lust and pleasure, and pure sexual
need.
"Yes, baby...I'll do it harder...you like that?" he asked, ramming
in violently. "You like it, babe? Want it in you deep? Want
my cock pounding into you?"
Her orgasm was intense, making her scream. It triggered
his own release, and he came in her in spurts of semen.
He groaned when he felt her pussy clamp down on him,
milking his dick for every drop he had.
Spike's knees finally gave out and he staggered backwards,
holding her as tightly as he could while she rode out the
ecstasy of her climax.
He felt his foot burst through a rotted piece of flooring,
and then the entire first floor gave way and they fell down
through it, landing in the basement. He clutched her
tightly, trying to take the force of the fall with his own
body.
They came to rest with Buffy still on top of him, his cock
still buried and throbbing within her. She sat up, flinging
her hair back as she continued to ride his rapidly
stiffening shaft.
Spike put his hands on her waist and helped her slide
up and down. When she found her rhythm, he reached
up and fondled her breasts through the material of her
blouse.
She placed her own hands over his, inviting him to
squeeze harder. Moving her hips back and forth, she
gasped when he angled himself so that her clit rubbed
hard against the base of his cock.
Buffy's soft moans and whimpers turned into louder
cries of pleasure as she rode him, driving him insane
with her heat and her wetness. He had forgotten how
good it felt to bury his dick in warm, living flesh, and he
didn't how he ever go back to anything else.
He watched her face, noting all the subtle changes in
her expression as he changed the rhythm of their
movements. Spike could hear the soft smack of their
bodies coming together, and feel the suction when they
pulled apart.
"Take off your shirt," he pleaded. "Let me see you."
Buffy smiled at the needy tone of his voice. Shedding
her jacket, she tossed it away as he tugged her blouse
out of her skirt and pushed it up.
She whipped both the top blouse and her tank top off
over her head, leaving her clad in a ivory lace bra.
"Beautiful," he said, his eyes wide with admiration. "You
are so fucking beautiful."
Her fingers played across his face, and he bit at them
teasingly. "So are you," she replied, shocking him to his
core.
Spike found the front clasp of her bra and twisted it open,
smiling when her soft breasts tumbled into his eager hands.
He sat up a little and bent his head, licking her nipples with
hard laps of his tongue.
Buffy bounced up and down harder and faster. He was
driving her mad with the pleasure he was providing so
willingly. She leaned closer and thrust her breasts
forward.
"Suck them," she ordered. "Use your tongue."
Without thinking twice, he opened his mouth and took in
the warm fullness of her right breast, his tongue swirling
around her nipple. He sucked hard, then transferred
his mouth to the other side, giving that breast the same loving
attention.
"Harder," she panted. "Fuck me harder."
He began rocking inside her, pulling her down to kiss
her mouth. She returned his kiss fully, parting her lips
and inviting his tongue in to play.
Spike's upward thrusts became deeper and faster,
and she took all of them with soft moans and gasps
of need. Her hips began jerking in his hands as she
ground down harder.
He held on to her, taking her up to the absolute limits
of her endurance. When she came, he came with her,
and they called each other's names in a flurry of
desperate and unexpected tenderness.
They came to rest with Buffy stretched out on top of
him. She lifted her head and looked at him with soft
and hazy green eyes. She said nothing, but her
expression spoke volumes.
Spike struggled for words, wanting to tell her that he
loved her, would always love her, and would she please
love him back-marry him-belong to him and no one else,
but the words were caught inside of him in a place where
he hid such things to avoid the hurt of rejection.
Buffy's body went limp on top of him, and she rested her
head on his shoulder. "Are you all right?" she whispered
in his ear.
"Oh...yes," he replied, sighing deeply. "Never better, luv. Are
you? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She smiled softly. "Do I look like I'm in pain?"
"No...no, you don't. I just..."
She was surprised by his need for reassurance. Since when did
a vampire care if they hurt someone?
It was another new aspect of this increasingly complex man.
Looking into his eyes touched something in her heart, and she
willingly gave him what he seemed to need. "You didn't hurt
me." Bending her head, she kissed him softly, and he returned
it with a tenderness that she would never before thought him
capable of.
When she finally summoned up the will to pull away, she
sat back on her heels and smoothed down her hair. It felt gritty
and matted down, and she would have given just about anything
for a hot shower.
"Don't worry, gorgeous. You're as beautiful as ever," Spike said,
grinning at her wolfishly.
Buffy had to smile back. She couldn't help it. He was being so...so
damned appealing. "You're lying," she said smartly. "I look like
hell....but thanks anyway."
He sat up, making no effort to rearrange his clothing. "I never lie
about a beautiful woman," he said. "Not many girls could carry
this look off, but you manage it."
Sliding one arm around her waist, he pulled her over onto
his lap. Her skirt bunched up beneath her, and she squirmed
around a little to straighten it.
Spike laughed. "Oh, darlin'....don't do that. Not unless you're
prepared to take the consequences." He buried his face against
the side of her neck, growling playfully.
"I can take any 'consequences' you dish out." Buffy had no
idea what in the world was making her behave this way, but
she was enjoying it, so she decided not to fight it. "I'm the slayer,
remember?"
He trailed a line of moist kisses up her throat and over her
cheek. "I remember," he said, lifting his hips and grinding them
against her rear. "But...you won't slay me, will you? Not just yet?"
She turned on his lap, straddling him. "That depends," she said,
leaning close.
He continued nuzzling her throat with kisses and gentle
bites. "Depends on what?"
Tipping her head back, she closed her eyes. "Depends on how
good you treat me," she said, smiling.
"Oh, baby," he whispered fiercely. "I'm gonna treat you so good,"
he promised, sliding his hands up and down her arms. "Like a queen,"
he added. Grinning lecherously, he bucked his hips, making her
aware of the hardness beneath her. "My little queen of the rodeo,"
he whispered in her ear. Turning her head, he kissed her and
asked, "Do you want to ride me?"
Buffy felt her insides dissolve in liquid heat. Panting she captured
his mouth with hers and kissed him, long and hard, pushing her
tongue in and searching for his.
He groaned at the taste and texture of her mouth. So wet and warm,
she was, and driving him insane with her clever little tongue. **God,
Angel...you walked out on THIS? You actually let this beautiful,
sexy girl get away? You're a bigger idiot than I thought you were.**
Spike couldn't remember ever being so completely aroused by a
woman. No one else, not even Dru, had made him this hard, this
ready. Buffy barely touched him and he had to have her.
He cupped her breasts, caressing them softly, feeling a need
to be gentle with her this time.
"Oh....that's lovely." She leaned forward and kissed the side
of his face, breathing warmly in his ear. "Don't stop."
Spike gave her what she wanted. Her breasts were full and firm,
surprisingly so considering how small she was. He squeezed and
fondled them, then used the tips of his fingers to stimulate the
dark rose colored nipples.
He wanted badly to look into her eyes. "Buffy," he begged. "Open
your eyes. Look at me." **Please...please don't be thinking about
some other man.**
Her heavy lashes lifted and she gazed at him with a dreamy,
pleasured look. "I see you," she said.
It wasn't enough. "Say my name...please."
She rose up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around
his neck. "I see you, Spike....I only see you."
The words made his heart swell with hope, and he began to
make love to her again.
**Maybe....just maybe....**
~~~The End?~~~
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