Chapter 17. Fauvism
Buffy’s heart pounded wildly inside her chest as she neared her room, her gaze nervously darting back and forth the length of the hallways she traveled while she held the book against her breast. She felt like a criminal for what she was doing, but was unable to stop herself.
True, Spike said she could roam the house at will, but she doubted said roaming included books about vampires which were hidden from plain view. Which was precisely why she hadn’t stayed in the library in the first place.
There was too much of a chance anyone—Spike—could walk in and discover what she was up to. She didn’t want to risk losing him over something like this. After all she had no idea how he might react to her finding the book even if it had been completely fortuitous and still… Still, she needed to know, find out if there was a way, any way in which they could remain together. Any possibility, remote or far-fetched as it might seem was worthy of being explored.
She entered her room and sat on the bed, heaving a huge sigh of relief before opening the book to page 56 again and re-reading the passage.
While it was written in what could only be considered Old English, the text was easy enough to comprehend… even for her. Mating was an indissoluble bond, a marriage of sorts in which a vampire claimed a partner for eternity. The claim had to be acknowledged expressly by the intended and returned for it to be completed. And in the very rare cases in which a vampire had mated with a human, their lifelines had been tied together with that of the vampire, making it so the human would live for as long as its mate. There were very few successful cases documented, though, as in many occasions the vampire had been unable to control itself and wound up either killing or turning the human instead of mating with it.
She shivered at that last part, covering her neck with her hand as if someone might sneak up behind her and drain her if she didn’t. This reading was so not for the weak of heart.
She reclined on the headboard while mulling over what she just read, the book all but forgotten in her lap. Trying to grasp what doing this could mean for her, for Spike, for them as a couple.
As she saw it, mating was an act of love, of ultimate trust. It was forever; or for as long as the vampire survived since its human mate’s life was tied to his, nothing short of that could dissolve the bond once it had been accepted. Nothing.
She trusted Spike. She had witnessed the incredible control he had over himself on several occasions… with her, with Riley. He was not a regular vampire; he knew how to overrule his demon’s natural inclinations, that much was obvious by the few times he’d let it loose in her presence. How else could one explain why he turned his back on his vampiric nature like he did when Riley attacked her? It’d been clear he’d been furious, but even then… even then his first thought had been for her safety, for her well-being. He’d restrained himself admirably and she had no reason to believe he wouldn’t do the same if they did this. If they mated.
On the other hand, how long had she dreamt of having forever with someone she could love as much as she loved Spike? Probably her whole life. Ever since her father left her mother and her for his secretary and forgot they even existed, at the very least. To be with a person who would put her above everyone else, who would cherish her, love her as unconditionally as she would love him.
And that was how she felt about Spike. She was completely, deeply, head over heels, unashamedly in love with him. It’d been fast, perhaps too fast, but that didn’t make it any less real, any less true. She felt as if she were caught in a whirlwind, a tornado of emotions, feelings and sensations and he was the only thing that kept her grounded.
She wasn’t afraid of doing this, of feeling like this, though. She was certain his feelings for her must run deep otherwise he’d never revealed them to her. His declaration had been surprising and not just for her. It’d been clear he hadn’t planned on saying it like that. Being the romantic that he was, he must have thought of saying it on the perfect night he insisted on having with her. The way he said it didn’t meant it wasn’t true, though. He loved her, the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice when he said the words, the way he treated her and wanted things to be perfect for them… yes, he loved her and she loved him back.
She sighed dreamily, picturing his elated reaction when she told him she knew of a way they could be together forever, how he’d whisk her in his arms and make love to her before claiming her as his and how she could hardly wait until that moment.
That’s when an idea began forming in her head… Hmmm, perhaps I don’t have to wait. Maybe she could convince him that it truly didn’t matter to her to wait for a ‘perfect moment’. She was more than ready and willing for him; in fact, were she any more ready, she’d surely combust. And he wouldn’t be able to resist her, of that she was certain. She would make sure of that!
A pleased smile gracing her lips, she watched the clock on the nightstand and saw it was a quarter after seven. Anne said he would pick her up at eight to escort her to the dining room, so it left her forty five minutes to set things up. Perfect! Enough time to take a bath and wait for him.
Should she ask Anne to hold dinner for them? It wasn’t like she was hungry; she had tea and sandwiches with Spike’s housekeeper in the kitchen before going to the library and with the huge butterflies flying inside her stomach right now, food was the least of her concerns. Although she didn’t want to be too obvious, otherwise Spike, or even worse Anne might suspect she was up to something and she couldn’t have that. Nu-uh, soooo… what to do? Maybe… yes, that was it!
Eagerly and more than a little anxious, she made her preparations to set her plan into action. When she was ready, she called Anne and sighed in relief when she learned Spike was in the kitchen with her. It made everything so much easier and she could kill two birds with one stone.
Claiming she was feeling a little tired after exploring the manor that afternoon, she begged out of dinner and told the housekeeper to please ask Spike if he’d be so sweet as to bring her a glass of milk to her room at eight o’clock sharp since she wanted to take a bath before going to bed.
After hanging up the phone, she went into the bathroom and pulled out what she needed while the tub filled with steaming hot water. She pinned her hair up and after putting a few drops of her favorite vanilla essence in her bath, she submerged in it, trying to relax and not think too much of what was coming.
*****
A little while later…
It had been hell for Spike to wait forty five minutes to see Buffy again, especially with as worried as he was over her well-being after Anne told him she wouldn’t be having dinner with him tonight. He’d all but dug a trench in the middle of the kitchen by pacing its length back and forth, under Anne’s amused gaze, damn her to hellfire. And to make things worse, she hadn’t allowed him to leave the room until the very last minute, the nerve of the woman!
True, he only needed a few seconds to go from the kitchen to Buffy’s room, but still… Oh well, at least he was here now and would see with his own eyes if she was all right or not.
He knocked on her door, expecting to see her lovely face when she opened it but instead receiving a slightly shaky ‘come in’. Concerned and curious at her tone, he turned the knob and entered the room only to be rendered completely speechless at the sight that greeted him inside.
There, in the middle of the bed, propped against the headboard, lay Buffy in all her… well, almost naked glory. His eyes raked lustfully over her curvaceous form. Her skin was like liquid gold, smooth and flawless, making him itch to run his hands across every bit of it. Every part of her his eyes discovered as they traveled from her small feet to the crown of her magnificent mane was breathtakingly beautiful. His gaze passed over her long, toned legs, the shadows that covered her mound from her position, the smallness of her waist and the most perfect breasts he’d ever laid eyes upon in all his hundred plus years.
Gorgeous, every delicious inch of her was gorgeous. A golden goddess at whose altar he’d happily worship until he dusted, if it were possible.
He’d love to paint her looking like that, all innocent allure and devious enticement, but he doubted he’d be able to do her justice or overrule his libido long enough for him to make more than a few strokes on the canvas before wanting to caress her naked flesh with his fingers instead. As it was, it was getting more difficult by the second to control his impulses and not pounce on her.
He bit down the growl that rose unbidden in his throat when he noticed the lacy bra… her lacy bra, dangling from her fingers as she twirled it around. Spike swallowed… hard, unable to do anything but stare at her as most of his borrowed blood flew south.
His hold over himself, over his demon, was fragile at best; especially when he finally managed to drag his eyes away from her succulent curves and settled them on her face, his senses extending to capture all those subtle signs of how she was truly feeling and what he felt almost brought him to his knees.
While her outward demeanor showed self-confidence at exposing herself like this, it was pretty obvious to him she was anything but. And Good Lord if that didn’t make him want her that much more. The tell-tale blush which stained her face and neck, the erratic beat of her heart, the thundering roar of her blood racing in her veins blended delightfully with the intoxicating aroma of vanilla, her arousal and… was that fear? Of him, of what might happen between them or… perhaps his reaction?
He hadn’t said a word from the moment he crossed through the door, the glass of milk in his hand all but forgotten as his indigo gaze burned a fiery path up and down her body. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, or well, that was a lie, she knew what she wanted to happen. She’d hoped he would throw his plans of perfection down the drain when he saw her like this, but so far it didn’t seem to be working. Desire, embarrassment and an ever-growing dose of dread warred inside her as the seconds ticked by while she waited with bated breath for his reaction, any kind of reaction, as long as the wait was over.
Her throat and her mouth were parched; her heart felt as if it would escape from her chest at any moment and he still hadn’t said anything. Damn him! She sighed shakily, she was all but offering herself on a silver platter and he couldn’t even say something, cooperate a little bit? It wasn’t as if she did this on a regular basis or well… ever.
With his attention fixed on the golden nymph in front of him, he wasn't aware that he'd dropped the glass, which thankfully didn’t break even if its contents spilled all over the floor and the lower part of his pants.
He only snapped out of the lustful haze surrounding him when he saw the crestfallen look on her face at his lack of response. ‘Move, you wanker, do something!’ he commanded himself, moving forward until he was as close to her as he dared to be, unsure he'd be able to rein in his desire if he came one inch closer to her, let alone what might happen if he touched her with anything other than his eyes.
His azure gaze was all but devouring her and she had to fight the urge to grab the duvet and cover herself, although that would defeat the whole purpose of the plan, now wouldn't it?
"Are you just going to stand there?"
“I-you…” Standing at the bedside, his hand reached out to her, hovering over her leg before he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and pulled it back to his side, clenching and unclenching it while a muscle in his jaw twitched as he fought to retain control of himself.
Her confidence returned at the smoldering caress of his eyes over her body. It was obvious he wanted her even if there was something holding him back. Perhaps he just needed a little… reassurance. “It's alright…” she said, dropping the bra to the floor and leaning forward to grab his hand, bringing it to rest on the overheated skin of her stomach. Mmmmm, cold. She shivered, desire escalating at the thought of feeling his cold skin against hers… all over. “…you can touch me.”
“Buffy… I-I…” he trailed off, unable to find the words to express what he wanted to say. His mind, his demon, his whole body demanded he took what she so sweetly offered, but he couldn’t. He wanted their first time to be special and though he could appreciate… He snorted inwardly at his choice of words, yeah, right! Okay, he was bloody reveling in her eagerness to have him, still… he wasn't about to let his plans go down the tubes because he couldn’t keep his libido in check when it came to her. But then again, there were… ‘other things’ they could do in the meantime to which he had no problem with. Absolutely none at all, if she only agreed to them.
He sat down on the bed at her side while looking into her eyes, and with a mind of its own, the hand she held to her body began to lightly caress the silky skin beneath his fingertips while he prayed she would say yes to what he was about to propose. “I want our first time to be… different from this. But… until then I have somethin’ in mind that would bring you… much satisfaction. If you’re… willin’?”
Buffy had been sure he was about to reject her when he started talking, and while he sort of had, that ‘something’ he had in his mind had her intrigued. If it were anything like what happened this morning, she knew she wouldn't be disappointed. “I'm… willing for anything you'll give me.”
“Actually, love, it’s something you can give me.” He grinned devilishly at her, delighting in the way her breath caught in her throat, before she asked,
"Oh? And what is that?"
Spike stood up, shedding off his vest and tie and throwing them carelessly on the floor before walking to the end of the bed. Buffy watched in mute fascination when once there he began crawling ever so slowly up her body. Her whole being trembled with anticipation at what he might be planning to do to her. But, whatever it was, he was off to one hell of a start.
He ran one hand sensuously up her calf, then her thigh, until he reached her scantily clothed mound, pinning her with those amazing bluer than blue eyes of his, asking in a husky murmur, “Jus’ a li’l taste?”
She would have said yes to anything he would’ve suggested by now, if she were able to talk that is. As it was, she barely managed to gulp and nod her acquiescence.
He lowered his eyes to the tiny scrap of clothing that covered her womanhood and inhaled deeply, instantly getting drunk off her scent, his eyes flashing from blue to amber as he struggled to keep control over his demon.
She noticed his inner struggle and decided to show him once and for all that she accepted, loved all of him. Raising a hand to cup his cheek she told him with total conviction in her voice, “Don't hold back. There's no need for that. All I want, all I need is you... all of you.”
He could have swore his heart was about to start beating at her words, at the way she looked at him. And suddenly he was too enthralled, too captivated to keep denying her—and himself—this little treat. Salivating at how delicious she smelled, he slipped into game-face. Lust-filled amber eyes settled on the one thing that separated him from her cunny before tearing it off with his teeth, making her gasp in pleasure when his fingers spread the pink petals of her sex. His tongue laved her slit from top to bottom, carefully, mindful of not hurting her with his fangs. Dual moans emanated from them as he drowned in her flavor and she moved her head from side to side, lost in the sensations he elicited in her.
Not so lost, however, that she wished to share the gratification in the same manner to him. She wanted, needed, craved to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
She brought her hands to his hair, combing it tenderly with her fingers as she brought his head up until their eyes locked.
“You said only a little taste.”
He looked at her, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. Did she truly want him to stop?
"And I'd like a… little taste myself." She pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. "If you would oblige me?"
He blinked, had he heard her right? Christ, he hoped so. It was a bloody wet dream come true just thinking of those sinful pink lips of hers wrapped around his shaft, sucking him into oblivion… His cock lengthened to painful proportions inside his denim jeans, the zipper biting on the sensitized head.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, his game face melting into the more familiar planes of the man she loved, indigo gaze full of surprise settling on hers. “Do you mean that, love? You don’t have—”
“I know I don’t have to… but I really want to,” she said in earnest. “If that’s alright with you?”
He didn’t need her to tell him twice as he rose up from the bed but not before he placed a gentle kiss to her mound. Winking at her, he started shedding his clothes, his azure eyes fixed on her face.
Breathlessly, she followed every second of his impromptu striptease. Each piece of cloth he shed revealing more of his body to her hungry eyes. Shirt, undershirt, shoes, socks, and finally pants and nothing else to obstruct her view as he stood proudly in front of her. He was beautiful, sculpted like one of those Greek Gods she’d studied in her Art History class in College. A man with the body of a God, compact and lean, not a gram of excess fat on those criminally tempting abs.
Her gaze traveled downwards, her eyes almost bulging out of her sockets as she saw his cock for the first time. He was big, no, huge and she’d probably have a hard time fitting all of him in her mouth, but then again… she was nothing if not ingenious, she’d find a way to do it, pleasure him until she swallowed every single drop of his essence as it shot down her throat. The thought alone was enough to have her salivating, panting and flushing, her juices flowing freely to coat her inner thighs with her excitement.
“Like what you see, love?” he asked cockily, one of his hands traveling down his body.
“Oh yes, I like, or rather love what I see,” she answered with a seductive smile, beckoning him with a crooked finger. “Now… come here. You’re too far away.”
“Whatever my lady wants,” he purred, nearing her to steal her breath away with a searing kiss, lying down on the bed by her side. She was so beautiful, an angel, my own little naughty angel, he thought as he felt her hand skimming down his chest, lower and lower until her fingers encircled the base of his cock, grasping him firmly and then stroking him up and down, down and up.
With a gasp as his tenuous control over his lust almost shattered in a million pieces, he broke the kiss and before she had time to react she was on top of him facing his manhood, while Spike dove into her neatly shaved pussy, drawing out a surprised squeal from her.
It took her a few seconds to recover, the pleasure coursing through her at his actions almost too much for her to bear. She finally moved forward, her lips opening to take the tip of him into the moist cavern of her mouth, moaning at the first taste of him exploding on her taste buds.
The woman was killing him, the little mewling noises she made, her scent, the tangy flavor of her desire coating his tongue… the way she was sucking him in, almost as if she couldn’t enough, taking him deeper with each pass, her hands playing with the base of his cock and his balls at the same time. Yeah, she was killing him, but what a way to go.
He still couldn’t believe she wanted to do this for him and at the same time, how could he doubt it, her, when she was being so intense, so… passionate about it, like she was determined to please him as much as he hopefully was pleasing her.
He grabbed one of her cheeks, pulling her closer to his mouth, his tongue delving deeper into her sweetness, drinking her down while one of his fingers circled her clit softly, expertly, bringing her closer and closer to the brink.
Buffy grounded her pussy against his mouth, seeking, wanting, needing more, her climax so close and yet so far away. She licked Spike’s cock, the base, the sides, the underside, the little slit on the crown, reveling in its thickness, on its taste, on the way it throbbed when she put it inside her mouth and sucked around it, even in the way it smelled. It smelled and tasted like him, pure male, pure power, pure Spike.
He wasn’t going to last long, much as he’d loved for her to suck him into another lifetime, he just couldn’t keep staving his orgasm. Not when he felt her hot mouth surrounding him, her vaginal walls scorching his fingers, tongue with her juices, pulsating with the imminence of her sweet release while her honeyed taste flowed freely onto his lips and mouth. Addicting, that’s what she was. And he couldn’t stop craving for more of her, wanting her, needing her in every way he could have her, in any way she would allow.
She relaxed her throat muscles, suppressing her gag reflex to take him all the way in, swallowing, moaning around him. Showing him with this action how much she wanted him, loved him, needed him.
She was making love to him with her mouth, with every delicate swipe of her tongue, every meaningful suck and the way she took of his full length inside her throat… giving as much of herself to him as she was receiving from him.
He redoubled his efforts, devouring her, consuming her, wanting more of her mouth-watering elixir running down his throat—needing everything she had to give as he brought her to orgasm. Willingly giving her all he had, all he was. His whole being, man and monster uniting in the sole purpose of pleasuring her, of loving her in this way.
His long tongue speared into her tight channel as deeply as possible, wishing it was his cock instead. He’d give anything to feel her delicious quim surrounding him as her sweet mouth was doing right now. Squeezing him, tightening around him as they both raced towards their climax.
He moaned into her at the same time she moaned around him, their desire escalating higher and higher until it erupted, enveloping them in a wave of all-encompassing bliss.
He drank down the honey that flowed from her quim, getting high on her taste and cumming harder than he ever imagined when he felt her swallowing every thick stream of his salty seed that shot forth. He hadn’t expected her to, and somehow it made him feel much more possessive of her, fall even more in love with her when he realized she'd meant what she said before… she wanted all of him. Man, monster, everything, every part of him. Same as he wanted all of her, everything she was willing to give...
She was in awe over this new experience with him, marveling at the sense of pride and feminine power that surged inside her, but most of all of complete fulfillment… her own and at having been able to give pleasure to the man she loved. She continued tenderly licking his softening cock and placing sweet, meaningful kisses to the tip, loathing to put an end to this amazing moment they shared.
Lovingly, he helped her up placing her by his side on the bed, cuddling with her as their fingers entwined. A million words swimming inside his head, a million thoughts and a prayer as he pleaded to a God he hadn’t believed in, in years to somehow stop time so he wouldn’t have to ever give her up.
They stayed like that, embraced, trading whispered ‘I love you’s’ and soft, tender kisses until slumber finally claimed them both.
tbc
Hope you didn't mind the little... detour before their perfect night. ;) Happy weekend!
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Mari
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Can you believe I wrote another chapter already? Yeah, neither can I. *giggles* I do hope you all enjoy it, though. I wasn’t going to post it until tomorrow, but the lovely Sotia wanted to read it today, so here it is. Thank you very much for everything again, cariño! *hugs*
Thanks for the awesome reviews for the last chapter, I do love reading and answering to all of them. *hugs* And a huge, enormous hug to my darling IBE, without her coaching, encouraging and her excellent betaing skills this chapter wouldn’t be half as good. *smooches* And to Tammy and OKDeanna for the read-through. *snuggles*
Thanks for the awesome reviews for the last chapter, I do love reading and answering to all of them. *hugs* And a huge, enormous hug to my darling IBE, without her coaching, encouraging and her excellent betaing skills this chapter wouldn’t be half as good. *smooches* And to Tammy and OKDeanna for the read-through. *snuggles*