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Chapter 21

Once inside the bedroom, Spike walked on past her.

"Oh thank god we're alone! You ever get that feeling when you just want forget the entire world exists except you and your significant other?" Buffy asked,"All night I just kept thinking I needed to be with you. I didn't know much else, but I knew that once I was in your arms that everything would be okay."

At first Spike couldn't bare not having constant contact with her, now he seemed somewhat nervous. She closed and locked the bedroom door and sighed. He turned around, a gamut of emotions paining his face.

"Spike, are you alright?" Buffy moved close to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at his down cast face. He choked on a sob, tears suddenly falling down his sharp cheeks.

"No, no, not at all, not a bloody bit," he cried, gripping her shoulders,"I can't stop playing that moment over and over again in my head, the doctor coming out of your hospital room, about to tell me you were dead."

"Oh, baby...I didn't realize. But I'm right here, aren't I? I wasn't dead, I couldn't have been." She took his hand and put it over her heart,"Still here, still alive." He pressed his palm more firmly against her chest, relishing in the rhythmic thumping of her heart and the warmth of her body."Spike, I'm still gonna be Mrs. William Chippinghurst, aren't I?"

He coughed out a laugh and marveled at how wonderful she was.

"That's a bloody horrible name to give the woman I love."

"It's growing on me."

"Like a fungus no doubt."

"No you twit, like I'm going to be proud to be your wife. Now, I think we both deserve a little TLC, don't you? First, I'd really like a bath, because morgues are less sterile than you'd think, and you know, to wash that deadness right outta my hair."

He sighed and tried to relax as she was making jokes to make him feel better. He couldn't imagine how horrible a memory it was for her to have woken up among the dead - again. She massaged at the small of his back.

"Why don't you go get me my robe?" she asked.

"Alright, pet...don't go anywhere."

"Never." He was gone only a few seconds, taking her hand and bestowing a kiss upon it before giving her the cotton bathrobe."Make the water nice an hot."

Spike emerged from the bathroom again soon, with the sound of the water still running in the tub. He eased up to her, looked intensely down into her eyes, then dropped to the ground in front of her. She held in a fit of giggles when he began to kiss her knees.

"Honey, that tickles!" Suddenly his hand were under her robe and gliding up her thighs. The drapes of fabric were pulled open and Spike buried his face at her mound, inhaling deeply, lips and tongue voracious at the soft gathering of curls, delving in between the edges of her slit."Oh god, Spike what are you gonna do to me?"

"Need...need to know you're really here..." He squeezed her bottom and resumed his attentions on her sex. He encouraged her to open her legs a little wider as he dipped his face a bit under her for better access. He flexed out his tongue and ran it from one end of her moistening lips until it passed over her clit and she moaned heatedly, grabbing on to his shoulders to steady herself. He repeated the action, again and again, devouring her, loving her. He took up one of her legs and put it over his shoulder, then moved his mouth under her in order to push his tongue inside. He consumed her, lost himself in the heat and taste of her, groaning every time her body offered him another rush of her nectar.

She threaded her fingers in his hair and pushed him against her and she moved her hips back and forth with the stabbing actions of his tongue. As both their motions rose to a frenzy, Spike brought his demon to the surface, adding his facial ridges and fangs to his love making. With these new sensations rubbing against her delicate skin, coupled with his inherent aptitude, Buffy was catapulted to orgasm.

"Spike...Spike! Spike!" she cried, feeling herself melt over him, her Slayer muscles spasming and her entire body thrumming with vibrations. Suddenly unable to support herself, Buffy collapsed over him, falling down into his arms, his mouth now moving over her stomach and breasts,"I love you...I love you."

"Buffy...Buffy...my love..." he chanted, his face syroped with her release and her sweat, his hands mauling and caressing every inch of her. Buffy was reaching for the zipper on his pants when she was unceremoniously tossed on to the floor with a dull thud and the vampire was scurrying away.

"Honey? Spike, babe? Whatcha doing?" He came running back out from the bathroom and scooped her up.

"Sorry, pet, I left the water running."

"Oh. Didn't overflow did it?"

"Nope, it's all nice and warm for me and my girl."

"The two of us? Oh I like that, I can give you a hand job in tub." Spike nearly dropped her from hearing those words.

"Buffy!"

"What? You just pleasured me orally while I was standing up, not to mention still being all morgue-y. I think I'm allowed to touch your penis whilst we soak in the tub. And later I wanna spank you, I just love doing that!"

"Don't have to ask twice, love, do....do anything you like." His eased her into the water, the Slayer giving off a moan of satisfaction as the hot water enveloped her body.

"Mmmm...heaven." She watched lustfully as Spike disrobed, every time that sleak white canvas of hard muscles and taut skin was unveiled, her abdomen ached with desire."You're beautiful, you know? I don't think I tell you that enough."

He gave her a shy, almost embarrassed smile before getting into the bath with her. He settled down and she maneuvered herself to his side until they fit together comfortably in the small space.

"You really think that?" She had the bar of soap in her hand and busied herself with sliding it back and forth over his stomach.

"You have one of the most illuminated, kindest souls I've ever known. Then there's this lean, catlike body, full of strength and grace. You have scars, but they make you beautiful too. You have that bleached out hair that makes you both childlike and fiendishly dangerous...and then..." She let the soap go and wrapped her hand around his semi-erect cock as best she could,"There's this beautiful, long, thick cock that I can't even fit in my hands." She circled her thumb around one bulging vein in particular and, adding a special kind of pressure. He shuddered and shifted and Buffy continued with her actions until he was fully erect in her hand."I'm a small girl, but any woman would find this....too much. She gave it a squeeze and slid her hand up to the swollen head. She glided her fings over the top, gathering the pearly drops of precum, then slid back down under the water.

Spike closed his eyes and groaned against her throat, starting to pant as Buffy continued to massage him up and down for serveral long minutes."Buffy...I'm..."

"You're close?"

"Yeah...yeah, love..."

"Kiss me." She turned her face down to his, finding his lips and drawing his own tongue into her mouth. She intensified her working on him, tightening her grasp, pumping faster. He groaned into her mouth and came in heavy spurts over her hand and in the water. Long after he had calmed back down, she continued to kiss him, letting them both sink down into the bath. The warm water blanketed the lovers, soothingly lapping at their necks where they weren't submerged. Buffy moved her lips from his, sweetly kissing over his cheeks , eyelids, nose and forehead."My beautiful man..."





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