Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Summary: After the dentist
Rating: NC-17
Part Four....
Spike stared into Buffy's sparkling green eyes in
stunned fascination, unable to process what he
THOUGHT he'd heard. "Beg pardon?"
Buffy leaned forward and placed her forehead against
his, returning his direct gaze. "I said...I AM awake."
He waited for half a beat, then sighed.
**Yeah...I knew it was too good to be...**
Right about the moment when that thought was par-
tially formed, he felt five little fingers slip around the
back of his neck.
"And.." she added, she added, her eyes still locked with
his. "I love you."
Instead of rocketing him into the stratosphere, her
words drop kicked him back into the dilemma he'd
experienced earlier at the dentist's office.
**She's hopped up on pain killers, so don't get ahead
of yourself**
"Well, I love you too," he replied, trying to sound
like a combination of older brother and treasured
friend.
"You know," she said, tilting her head playfully, "I
love you, too, is usually followed up with a kiss."
Spike swallowed hard. This was sounding better
and better.
He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Buffy sat back a little, looking confused. "What, are
you kidding me?" she asked. "You know, if THAT'S
how you kissed what's-her-name, I'm surprised she
stuck around as long as she did."
She knew perfectly well what Drusilla's name was. She
just hated saying it.
If he'd had blood pressure, it would be off the charts
by now. "You want me to kiss you differently?"
"Well, DUH," she teased.
He moved a bit closer, enjoying the warmth of her
breath against his skin.
She seemed like she was perfectly aware of
what she was doing. Her eyes didn't look hazy
and her voice wasn't slurred.
Buffy clicked her tongue in exasperation. "Geez,
Spike...do you ALWAYS have to have things
totally spelled out for you?"
"Only where you're concerned," he said. "You
give new meaning to the term 'mixed messages',
kitten."
She pulled back again. "He's known me HOW
long?" she muttered under her breath, then said
firmly, "Listen you...I want you to kiss me on the
mouth...for a long time...really deeply...with lots
of tongue." She shrugged. "Like a boyfriend."
**Like a boyfriend??!! She said it! I heard it!**
Yeah, he'd heard it...but...
**Oh, enough with the "Yeah, buts" you stupid
git**
"Spiii-ke." Her tone sounded impatient, then
changed abruptly to uncertain. "Don't you WANT
to be my boyfriend?" she asked softly.
"Don't I...WANT?" he stammered, unable to believe
what he'd just heard her say.
**I want-I want-I want...Of course I do...Your boy-
friend, your lover...fucking hell, Buffy, I'll even MARRY
you, if you'll have me...How can you not know that?**
He nodded vigorously. "Don't be stupid..."
Buffy immediately withdrew and stared at him
in amazement. "Don't be stupid?" she
echoed. "What kind of thing is THAT to
say?" she demanded, moving off his lap.
Spike tried to backpedal. "I didn't mean..."
"You've got like..a zillion years of experience
with women and THAT'S all you can SAY...don't be
stupid?"
Shit! He was screwing it up already!
"No." He grabbed her arms and hauled her close
again. "I can say THIS..!!!"
His lips captured hers with hungry passion.
**You want tongue, little girl? I'll give you tongue**
Rising to his knees on the sofa, he slipped his
right arm around her waist and plunged his left
hand into her hair, pulling gently, until her head
was all the way back and he was towering over
her.
Buffy gasped out loud, placing her hands on
his waist, then sliding her arms around it to
hold him.
She whimpered softly in her throat, straining
to get closer.
Spike nearly whimpered himself when he had
to let her breathe. Desperate to maintain contact,
he covered her face and throat with brief kisses.
Buffy was smiling as she turned her head from side
to side to follow his kisses, constantly offering
him a new piece of her to claim.
Her mind was reeling with the reality of what
was happening. Finally, after waiting so
long...wanting so much...he was going to be
hers.
It was almost too much. On sensory over-
load, she was about to lose control.
**Which is fine with me**
The room was spinning, and she was falling so
deeply into this kiss that she might never find
her way back.
**Which is also fine with me**
She was unprepared for the rush of emotion
that was simmering just below the surface of
their ardent embrace.
But if SHE was unprepared...SPIKE was com-
pletely undone.
"Buffy," he whispered in her ear. "I love you,
too."
For one of his nature, Spike was remarkably tender
in his affections. He always HAD been, starting
with Drusilla.
Among vampires, genuine love was rarely seen. It
was perfectly do-able, even without a soul, but it
was still an aberration.
What was felt most often was a more common
animal-like mixture of lust and territoriality.
Out of all the vampires that had come and gone
throughout his existence, he'd not met even
one with the capacity for real love.
HIS capacity for it was immense, although
still rare in the sense that he had only given it
to two women...his princess and the slayer who'd
knocked her off her throne.
Buffy was panting. "Do you..want to go..upstairs?"
she asked.
Drawing back, he once again looked into her
eyes, checking to make sure that her pupils were
still dilating. "Do YOU?"
**Why you fucking IDIOT! Would she have suggest-
ed it if she didn't want to?**
Buffy nodded. "I want to."
At the bottom of the staircase, he stopped and
picked her up in his arms for the second time
tonight.
"I could get used to this," they both said at the
same time.
She laughed that giggling little laugh that he
loved hearing, and he took the stairs two at a
time.
As he placed her on the bed, the phone on her
nightstand rang. Giving him an apologetic look,
she reached to answer it. "It might be my mother."
Spike nodded agreeably.
"Hello?...Hi, Mom...Fine..How's your trip turning
out?...You discovering a lot of new talent?..Uh-huh..
Yeah, the muscle you hired did his job..Thanks a lot,
by the way..I had to have my wisdom teeth out..I
didn't either but he found them on the x-ray..I'm okay..
Not really...He gave me some pills.."
With the phone in one hand, she used the other
to pull Spike down on the bed.
"I was just going to bed.." She looked at him and
shrugged. "Really tired,Mom..They sedated me..Of course
brought me home.
She gave him her "What a dumb question" face.
"I did..Eggs..I can SO..Well, no..Spike did..Pretty
good..."
He looked at her in mock offense.
"They were VERY good," she amended, making a
kiss at him. "Yeah, wonders will never cease..Um..
I'm not sure.."
Moving the phone away from her mouth, she
yelled, "SPIKE? ARE YOU STILL DOWN
THERE?" She counted to five, then said, "I
guess he left."
Holding the receiver between her ear and her
shoulder, she began to unbutton his shirt.
"Yes, mother..He took good care of me..He
really is, isn't he?"
Spike unfastened the cuffs of his shirt and
Buffy began to slide it down his arms.
Fascinated by the smooth and muscled ex-
panse of his chest, Buffy began to lose track
of her conversation.
"Yeah, he's...um..." She nearly choked on her
tongue when he reached for the buttons of her
shirt.
Buffy searched around in her mind for an excuse
to get her mother off the phone. Her gaze touched
on the clockradio.
"Hey, I just noticed that it's almost 1:30...Is it two
hours later there or three?..How come you're up so
late?..Oh, REALLY?...So much for going to bed at
a reasonable hour..."
Spike had four buttons undone and was working
on the sixth and final one, then slowly opened
her shirt, exposing her breasts.
Lowering his head, he kissed the upper curves
then flicked his tongue briefly over each rose
colored nipple.
Buffy couldn't hold back a sharp yelp.
"What?...oh, I...I stubbed my toe...OW!"
Grinning wickedly, he dipped his head again,
but she held him off.
"Mom...I really should go to bed now...to..to
sleep..Boy, am I tired..Yeah, okay..I will...Bye."
Clonking the phone back down in it's cradle, she
opened her mouth to give him a piece of her
mind, but he prevented it by covering it with his
and making her completely forget what she'd
been about to say.
Her arms crept around his neck, and he deepened
the kiss, probing gently with his tongue. When he
finally ended the intimate exchange of their mouths,
he didn't stop kissing her. He just moved the location
a little farther south.
His lips traveled down her throat, then explored
the upper curve of her breasts. She was vaguely
aware that she'd somehow had her shirt removed
for her, but it was only a fleeting thought, and not
worth contemplating.
As his tongue began to move teasingly over her
hard nipples, Buffy tipped her head back, grind-
ing it into the pillow. She arched her back, signaling
her desire for a deeper touch.
He didn't disappoint her.
Using one arm to prop himself up, he gathered
the soft flesh of her right breast in his hand,
molding and squeezing it, then opened his mouth
and took her in.
He suckled rhythmically, swirling his tongue around
the nipple, biting down very gently.
"Careful," she giggled.
"Oh, don't worry, kitten," he said, grinning at
her. "I won't let anything bad happen to these."
With that said, he returned to his work. Sucking
and licking and nibbling her breasts, he soon
reduced her to a panting, writhing bundle of
sexual need.
As he tended to her lush curves, he sent his
hand down her stomach and over her lower
abdomen.
Buffy felt it coming, and let her legs part invi-
tingly.
Slipping his fingers beneath the elastic band
of her panties, he covered her crotch with the
large expanse of his hand, rubbing it firmly.
"Oh, God," she moaned, digging her nails into
his shoulders. "That feels good."
He smiled against her skin. "Does it, kitten?" he
asked, easing one finger down, seeking and
finding the sensitive hot spot that gave her so much
pleasure. "And what about this?" he added, using
the tip of his finger to stimulate her clit. "Do you
like that, too?"
"Like is...is such a ordinary..word" she choked out. "I
was gonna go more with..AHHH!"
She couldn't finish the sentence with a comprehensible
word. Not when he had just allowed that busy finger
of his to slide up inside of her.
A fresh rush of moisture flowed from her, warm and
scented with feminine arousal. Spike instantly moved
down to take full advantage of this bounty.
"Hmmm...gotta eat that," he said, gazing enraptured
on the wet entrance to her most secret place.
Buffy's legs widened. "Don't...let me stop..you."
He chuckled. "An act of God couldn't stop me." His
head descended and he licked her with a long, slow
stroke of his tongue.
"I knew you'd taste sweet," he said, lapping at her
over and over again, licking up every bit of her
tangy secretions. "My little kitten...with her sweet
little pussy." He smiled up at her. "Does it want my
tongue, kitten?"
"Yeah...yeah it does."
"Shall I lick you with it?" he asked, appearing to be
thinking it over. "Or...shall I fuck you with it?"
Buffy opened her eyes and tried to focus. "Do...do
what with it?"
He winked at her. "Tongue fuck you? That's when I
take my tongue and I slide it in and out of your...."
"I get it, I get it!" she groaned. "Do whatever you want.
Just...just do SOMETHING!"
"So impatient," he scolded gently. Despite his
words, though, he lowered his head back down between
her legs and lifted her bottom. "Don't worry, kitten. I'm
gonna eat you till you scream."
Wishing he would stop making the promise and
start keeping it, Buffy lifted her hips even further.
His tongue moved wetly up and down the cleft
of her sex, then stabbed deeply inside of her.
He let it remain for a moment, sucking hard,
then began the in and out thrusting he had tried
to describe.
The reality was mind numbing.
Buffy had never felt anything so torturously erotic
in her past, and she quickly determined that
she wanted a lot more of it in her future.
The sound of what he was doing was almost as
exciting as the feel. He made soft grunts in his
throat as he worked over her, and she could hear
the wet licking and sucking noises in excrutiating
detail.
She reached down blindly, searching for him with
her fingers, and roughly tangled them in his hair.
"Harder," she panted. "Faster...oh, God...I'm so
close..so close...."
He stopped for barely an instant. "Do it then, kitten.
Do it in my mouth...I want to taste it."
Those words, followed by an extremely hard suck
on her clit, were all that was needed to bring Buffy
to an intense orgasm.
She screamed her pleasure as she ground herself
against his face, annointing him with her sticky
come.
He brought her down as gently as he could, being
careful not to let the contact become painful for her
overly sensitized flesh. Nuzzling and kissing her,
he calmed her as though she was a wild pony beneath
her first bridle.
He stroked and caressed her, murmuring soft words
of love to her, until her breathing had regulated and
her tense body relaxed.
But he was in a bad way, himself. His desire for an
intimate union with Buffy's body was becoming pain-
ful, and he couldn't wait much longer.
She opened her eyes and saw the strain etched on his
features. Moving one hand down his body, she found
the source of his need and wrapped her fingers around
it.
His shaft was long and thick and engorged, already
leaking semen. When he felt her touching him, he
gasped, and his hand moved down to cover hers,
showing her how he liked to be touched.
"Like this, kitten...squeeze a little...yeah...that's
good.." He began to move her hand up and down
on his hard pole. "More..fuck, yeah..oh, Christ, Buffy,
you're so damn good..slow down now..a little more..."
She urged him onto his back and began to move
down in the bed, kissing the flat plane and hard
muscle of his stomach.
He looked down and watched her through glazed
eyes. "Just a little, honey," he whispered. "Or I'll
never last."
Buffy smiled. "Just a little," she agreed. "I can't
open my mouth very wide anyway."
"You're not in pain, are you?"
"No," she said. "I'm fine. Just lay back and relax."
Extending her little pink tongue, she applied it to
his steely erection. She licked him up and down, then
swirled her tongue around the very tip, holding his
hips down on the bed.
Looking up, she noticed that he was panting
like a dog in the sun, a habit that always amused
her whenever she saw it.
He glanced down and saw her watching him. When
their eyes met, she deliberately licked the under-
side of his cock slowly from the base to the tip,
treating him like her favorite candy.
"Once more," he requested, groaning when she
complied.
Spike was officially at his limit. One more touch with
that little pink torture instrument of hers, and he was
going to do something embarrassing.
Shifting her off of him, he flipped them over on the
mattress until she was situated beneath him.
"Hope you don't mind, honey," he said. "But I'd
kind of like our first time to be the old fashioned
way."
Buffy smiled and rubbed her hands up and down
his arms, lingering on the muscle of his biceps.
Since her only previous experience with sex had
been performed the same way, she really had no
other basis for comparison.
But, she was pretty sure that she'd have some
soon enough.
She parted her thighs and allowed him to settle
between them as he kissed her, sending his tongue
into her mouth to play with hers.
Buffy''s hands moved down his back, her fingers
massaging and her nails scratching.
Spike moved his hand down between them,
and took hold of his thick cock. Placing the head
just at the entrance to her paradise, he rubbed it
against her playfully, savoring the sensation.
Her hips jerked when she felt it brush against
her clit. "Spike..."
"I know, kitten. I know what you need," he soothed
her. "What you want...inside you."
"Now, baby," she whispered. "Love me now."
Without hesitating he pushed himself into her
just a bit, then moved back, then in a little bit
more. He continued this gentle give and take
until he was firmly sheathed inside of her.
"Christ, Buffy..." he grunted. "You're...you're
so tight...feels like a...like a velvet glove...oh!
Do that again."
She purposely contracted her internal muscles
around him. He sank down on top of her, burying
his face against the damp skin of her neck.
After waiting a few more moments, he lifted up
and looked down into her eyes.
"I'm gonna start now, honey...tell me if I'm hurting
you..okay?"
"I'm fine," she assured him. "I just want you."
"You got me, kitten," he said. "Forever."
He began to thrust, in and out, slowly at first,
then faster and deeper.
Buffy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his
lean hips, deepening his penetration to the fullest
extent.
"That's my girl...that's my sweet girl..." he moaned,
covering her face with kisses. "I love you...my baby..I
love you...love you...."
She tried to return each "I love you" with one of
her own, but soon gave up and just allowed him to
say it.
He kept things at a smoothly flowing rhythm, only
breaking it every so often to move his hips from side
to side, then returning to his deep steady thrusts.
Buffy could feel it getting close...so close she could
almost reach out and grasp it in her hands.
"Oh, Buffy....the way you feel...like satin and fire,
and warm wet flesh...so good...."
Fulfillment washed over her, so hard it made her
ears ring. Her sex clamped down spasmodically
around his as she rode out the burning pleasure.
"You're so beautiful when you come." Spike said
hoarsely. "So...fucking beautiful."
Buffy planted her feet flat on the bed and raised
her hips to meet his. "You come now," she begged.
"Come inside of me..I want to feel it...."
He pressed his lips against her temple. "Keep
talking...."
"I love you," she said, stroking his back, feeling
the muscles work as he pounded into her. "You come
now, baby..you know you want to..can't you feel it
building up in you..there's so much of it..you want to
give it all to me, don't you?"
Spike nodded convulsively. "Uh-huh," he said through
clenched teeth.
"Then do it..come on...I want it, baby...I want it
now...that's right..come on...."
"BUFFY!! OH, GOD...."
With one final shout, he emptied everything he had
into her. Her body accepted it, and kept it tight inside
of her, holding it like a gift.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You all right, kitten?"
"I'm fine."
"Teeth don't hurt?"
"Nope."
They were lying in Buffy's bed, on their sides, facing
each other.
Spike looked at her, his _expression suddenly
serious. "What happens now, Buffy?"
She smiled. "More of the same?"
"No, I'm serious," he said, brushing her hair off her
cheek. "I'm not gonna sneak around and hide the
fact that I love you, that you're my girl."
"Did I ask you to?"
He shrugged. "Not yet."
"Spike," she sighed, cupping his cheek. "I'm not sneak-
ing around either. I love you...and I AM your girl. I'll
tell everyone about it, but I have to tell my mother
first, so...."
"Oh, fuck...she's gonna kill me, you know," he said.
"No, she won't" Buffy said firmly. "My mom's crazy
about you."
"You think?"
"I KNOW." She yawned and snuggled closer. "She
told me once that.." Another yawn. "..that she
really..." Her voice faded out.
"Really what? Buffy...come on. What did she say?"
There was no response, except for a light snore.
Spike flopped onto his back. "That isn't funny anymore,
you know," he muttered. "Not one damn bit..." A huge
yawn crept up on him as well. "...funny. S'really...not....."
They slept peacefully, with the shutters keeping out the
morning sun.
The End
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