Chapter 14. Rococo
Buffy woke up to find her head nestled in the crook of Spike’s neck, one of her hands splayed over his chest and her leg thrown over his as one of his arms cradled her close. She took a few moments to savor the feeling of their contact, of being in his arms, in his house, in his bed. Well, not really, but since technically it was in his house it was his bed, right?
It was odd not to feel a steady heartbeat under her hand, or the rhythmic up and down of his chest as he didn’t breathe. And at the same time those little things were… comforting. Those peculiarities, same as his demon’s face, were a part of him and she treasured every little bit of himself he chose to share with her.
She cherished every minute, every second of the time they’d spent together while hoping against hope that when the time came for her to leave, he wouldn’t let her go. She’d never felt like this for anyone. Never felt this overwhelming need to be as close as possible to anyone as she did with Spike.
She’d shied away from past relationships before they got too serious, before the few men she’d dated could leave her as her father had left her mother. So what was it about Spike that had changed all that? From the moment she met him, she hadn’t once thought of escaping. The desire to be with him in any way she could had completely overruled any hesitation on her part, which truth be told, hadn’t really been present at all.
He was different from anyone she’d met before and not just because of the lack of a pulse. He had that… special ‘something’ that called to her on every level imaginable. Physically, intellectually, but above all, emotionally—which if it were any other man, would have sent her running for the hills by now. In this case, however, it didn’t… and that in itself should have scared her even more. But it didn’t. She was confident he felt something for her, something strong, hopefully as strong as what she felt for him.
She moved her head back to check if he was still asleep. He seemed to be and it gave her the chance to study his face in a way she couldn’t before. He was so beautiful, much more so than any man had a right to be. She hadn’t noticed how long and dark his lashes were until now when she could see them up close; how defined his cheekbones were and how much character they added to his face even in slumber. She brought her hand up, slowly so she wouldn’t wake him, her fingers itching to sketch every feature her eyes were rediscovering but contenting herself with tracing the air over them instead while inhaling his scent, imprinting every minute detail of him in her mind, in her heart, in her soul.
Her heart did a summersault inside her chest as she realized something. She didn’t just feel something strong for him; she’d fallen in love with Spike. She loved him. There wasn’t a shred of uncertainty in her mind, not anymore. Not when it was so important to her to store every memory, every word, everything he did, all of him deep inside herself where no one could ever take it away.
There was no a doubt she’d do anything, give anything, go through whatever she had to in order to be with him, remain with him. She wasn’t scared of what he was, of what the future might bring, she never even gave it a second thought. Not with him. To the contrary, she was prepared to fight for him, to keep him, to win his love. So what if she was human and he was a vampire? They weren’t that different, were they? Aside from the obvious, of course. She frowned slightly as she bit her lower lip. Not that she really knew what being a vampire really meant, other than what she’d seen in movies or read in fiction books. Still… no matter what he was, he was the same Spike she’d first met at his exhibit and she was still the same Buffy. Yes, they would find a way… together. She wasn’t about to give this, him, up.
He watched from beneath his lashes as she stopped her… well, inspection of him and then scrunched her brow as if having some inner debate with herself. He almost gave the game away when she took that damn kissable lower lip of hers between her teeth, but somehow held back the moan that almost escaped his throat.
He’d woken up the moment he sensed her hand hovering over his face, wishing she’d lower it just a tad so he could feel the silky caress of her fingertips against his skin but decided to wait, to see what she would do next. However, her innocent ‘almost-touches’ and her nearness were wreaking havoc on his self-control, his cock stirring and growing in time with each one of her breaths that wisped across his chest. It was strange how he could master his demon’s demands, curve its bloodlust and need for violence without a problem, but when it came to the glorious creature in his arms, he seemed unable to keep beast or man in check, the way his body reacted to her involuntary.
It wasn’t a matter of wanting to ‘be’ with a woman, he knew. It was a matter of wanting this woman, Buffy. Every once in a while he’d indulged in pleasures of the flesh, unable to deny his baser instincts or needs. However, none of the women he’d been with could even dream of holding a candle to her, not even Dru. It’d never been like this for him. Every caress, every move, her every breath enticed him, inflamed him until there was nothing but her, them, in the room, the house, the world.
He wondered if it had to do with the fact that he’d never been attracted like this to anyone, never let them in on his ‘secret’ let alone fallen in love with them as hard as he had with Buffy. There was something about her that appealed to both the man and demon, and not for the first time he dreaded the thought of having to give her up at the end of her vacation.
If only things were different, if only he weren’t what he was. He was a vampire though and there was nothing he could do about it. And while he knew he couldn’t ask her to stay with him, he simply couldn’t be noble enough to back off now that he’d realized and accepted his feelings for her. He wanted, needed her too much to stay away. When the time came to love her, his mind was set on making it perfect for her. To cherish her like the goddess she was. She deserved the very best and she’d get it even if the wait killed him. Which was practically a given if she continued biting on that lip. However, much as he tried to keep up the charade of pretending to be asleep, he couldn’t hold back the groan that rose unbidden in his throat when she let go of her plump bottom lip only to run the tip of her tongue over it.
She shook her head, clearing it from the path her thoughts had taken and moistened her suddenly dry lips, gasping in surprise when she heard Spike’s moan.
Wide green eyes slowly swept upwards to meet the dark sapphire gaze of the no-longer sleeping vampire. Uh-oh, busted. Or perhaps not? A girl could hope, couldn’t she?
“Mornin’, love,” he purred, delighted by the way her cheeks turned an adorable shade of red.
“I-I… uhm, m-morning,” she stuttered, praying he hadn’t noticed the way she’d been examining him.
“Enjoyin’ the view?”
And there went her hopes he hadn’t caught her ogling him. She felt the heat in her face increase at his comment, if it were even possible. She captured her lip again between her teeth while trying to figure a way out of her predicament. “En-enjoying the view? I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“U-huh, sure you don’t.” His eyes zeroed in on the mouth he longed to kiss, his pupils dilating with lust. “You seem rather intent on hurtin’ those luscious lips of yours, sweetheart. Why don’t you come closer and let me kiss ‘em better instead?”
“Nu-uh.” It was not that she didn’t want to, but…
“Why not?” he asked curiously.
“Morning breath,” she blurted out, putting a hand over her mouth and moving slightly away from him before she melted and gave in to his demand.
“Don’t rightly care ‘bout that. Now c’mere like a good li’l girl and give us a kiss.” He grabbed her chin and pulled her close to him.
“No!”
“You don’ want to kiss me, is that it?” he pouted.
“No! I mean, y-yes. Of course I do, it’s just…”
“C’mon, love, I’m dyin’ for a kiss. Just one, I promise, then you can go take care of that mornin’ breath you’re so worried `bout.” Not that he’d really let her go until he got his fill of her lips, at least for the time being, but he’d promise her whatever was needed to get him what he wanted.
“Alright,” she sighed. “You win. But just—”
Spike pounced on her, switching their positions before she had time to finish her sentence or even protest. Not like she had a chance to. The feel of his hard body pressing her into the mattress was heavenly and when his mouth finally claimed hers, she forgot all about morning breath or any kind of breathing at all for that matter.
His tongue swept seductively over her lower lip before his teeth came into play, nibbling on it as he’d been wishing to do since he woke up. She was soft and pliant in his arms, her own climbing around his neck to pull him even closer. He drank in her moan when his tongue finally entered the moist cavern of her mouth to tangle with hers.
One kiss, he’d promised, as if that could ever be enough for him where she was concerned. She didn’t seem to mind he hadn’t kept his word, he thought, as their kisses grew more passionate. The kittenish sounds she was making and the delicious scent of her arousal filled the air, making him even harder than he’d been before, driving his arousal to a height he never remembered ever reaching.
He lowered his hands down her body, ghosting the undersides of her breasts and then grazing her already hard nipples as his mouth traveled down her jaw and neck, wet, open-mouthed kisses paving his way while she panted and moaned, her fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer to her fevered skin.
Spike pressed one of his legs against her thighs until she parted them, allowing him to accommodate his lower body between them. He hissed in tortured pleasure as he felt the wet patch he made contact with through the layers of cloth covering them both and was unable to stop himself from grinding his cock against her, slowly pumping his hips in mock rendition of what their lovemaking would be.
Buffy moaned his name and that was enough to bring his mouth back up to hers, devouring each other as she desperately clung to him, her hips bucking against him in response to his actions. She was getting closer and closer with each movement of their bodies; her blood humming, her body singing as her desire for him grew out of control.
Sensing they were both too close to losing all semblance of control, Spike stopped kissing Buffy and pulled away from her delectable body. He passed his arm over his eyes, heaving unneeded breaths and gritting his teeth, all the while fighting against the urge to say to hell with it and make her his once and for all. He couldn’t do it though, not now and he knew it. She deserved a magical night, with candles and wine, where they would have all the time of the world to discover each other and the pleasures their bodies would bring each other. Soon, though. It would have to be soon, because he simply couldn’t wait too long to have her. Not anymore. He needed her too much to be able to wait any longer than he had to. Still, resolute as he was, he could smell her desire for him and in good faith, he couldn’t leave her like that. He could wait, but his lady-love needed sweet release and he couldn’t leave her to her own means, now could he? What kind of a gentleman would he be if he did?
Buffy opened her eyes, frowning slightly when she didn’t feel his body on hers anymore and turned towards him. What happened? She’d thought they would… and then he wasn’t there anymore. She’d been so close, so very close and now… her need was almost too painful to bear.
He twisted his body on the bed until he hovered over her once again, his hand caressing her face, his blue eyes almost black as they settled on hers.
“Wh-what is the matter?” she cleared her throat, apprehension having dried it up at the way he suddenly stopped his ministrations. “D-did I do something… wrong?”
“No, love, never. You didn’t do anythin’ wrong, it’s just… you did everythin’ so right I was about to cum.”
She furrowed her forehead in confusion. “And that’s bad?”
“No, it isn’t, but when we finally make love, I want it to be perfect for you, for us.”
“But… it’d be perfect any way it happened, because it’s you and it’s me,” she pouted.
“I know, love. It’s just… remember what I told you at the meadow?” She nodded. “Tha’s what I want for our first time, it’s what you deserve. However…” His lips curled into a mischievous grin.
“Yes?”
“I can smell your… desire.” She blushed, lowering her lashes to avoid his gaze. “No, don’t hide from me. Open your eyes, darling.” When she did, he continued, “I can ease your ache, quell the fire that burns deep inside you… if you let me. Will you, my sweet Buffy? Will you allow me the privilege to bring you pleasure?”
Embarrassed as she was, she melted at his words. How could she not when he was being so… perfect, so understanding of her needs with no regard for himself. She loved him, wanted to be his, wanted him to take her, all of her… preferably now. But she could wait, especially with him being as sweet about it as he was and so insistent that their first time be something magical for them both. She could feel he wanted her, could see it, sense it, taste it. Yes, she would wait as he wanted. Hopefully it wouldn’t be for too long though, and in the meantime, how could she say no to his request?
“Yes,” she nodded, her whole body tingling with excitement as he lowered his head to capture her mouth with his once again.
She parted her lips eagerly at the first touch, her tongue meeting his halfway, dueling, dancing, fanning the fire that grew inside her as his hands skimmed all over her body.
He touched her through her clothes, knowing how tenuous his hold on his libido was, how difficult it would be to control himself if he crossed the barrier of the material. And he was determined to hold on to that control for her.
Even though his hands never touched her flesh, Buffy felt as if they did, burning a fiery path down her body to the place where she needed him the most. She could feel her desire growing, tightening, curling as it spiraled into something that threatened to overwhelm her.
He groaned when his fingertips grazed the damp evidence of her arousal, his cock hardening painfully as his need for her returned with a vengeance. Somehow, he managed to keep himself in check, using every trick he’d learned over the years to keep his focus on bringing pleasure to his love and forget about his own. His fingers pressed firmly against her slit, up and down, circling her clit and repeating the motions over and over again, delighting in every moan, sigh and pant that passed her lips, on the way her hips moved against his fingers as he brought her closer to paradise.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, my sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “Feel your heat surroundin’ me, burnin’ me, tightenin’ around me right before I fill you full with my desire. Do you want that too, love? Tell me, my sweet girl, tell me,” his voiced turned husky, nibbling on the sensitive spot behind her ear.
His words brought her higher and higher, closer and closer, and when he bit her earlobe lightly trying to press her for an answer, the coil of pleasure unfurled, pleasure as she’d never experienced burst from deep inside her womb, extending throughout her body, leaving her breathless and marveling at the wondrous sensations coursing through her being.
“Oh-my-GOD…” she panted, her face flushed from her orgasm, her mind blank after the pleasure he’d given her.
“So, I take it you enjoyed that, love?” he asked, a smug smile tugging at his lips since he knew perfectly well the answer.
She turned to him with a shy smile. “You couldn’t tell?”
“Mmmm, I surely did. You look gorgeous when you cum, love. The most beautiful creature on earth you are.”
“Thank you, but you… Do you want me to…” she started to ask, throwing a curious glance at the bulge outlined beneath his pajama pants. That had to uncomfortable, at the very least.
“No, not this time. Not ‘cause I don’t want you to, since you can obviously see I do, but… when the time comes, sweetheart… I want to be buried deep inside of you.” He tucked his tongue behind his teeth and threw her a heated look.
“And when will that be… exactly?”
“Soon, very soon, I promise you.” As soon as he could make the proper arrangements so that everything was nothing less than perfect. “Now, how ‘bout we get some breakfast?”
“In bed?”
“If you want. Whatever strikes your fancy, sweetheart, it’s yours.”
She scrunched her nose adorably. “Hmmm, perhaps we should go to the kitchen? Anne and Mr. Giles must be wondering where we are.”
“Kitchen it is, then. How long do you need to get ready?”
“Half an hour?” she ventured.
“Perfect. I’ll come to pick you up in half an hour. Until then, my love.” He kissed her lips softly and left the room, leaving Buffy to revel in what just transpired between them.
“Perfect, indeed,” she said, sighing dreamily, before getting up from the bed and heading for the bathroom to get ready for breakfast.
tbc
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Thank you all for the reviews, I'm delighted you enjoyed the glimpse into Spike's past and the beginning of what I have planned for Riley. *evil grin* A huge thank you to my darling friend, IBE, I truly would be lost without you. *huggles* And to Tammy, for the read-through.
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