1 hour later: 12 pm. Friday
Spike felt Buffy wiggle and then climb over him to turn off the television. Then she sat in front of him on the couch whispering, “Is it time for a midnight snack yet?”
Spike chuckled sitting up on the couch thankful he could do that and pulled her onto his lap with a grin, “You know luv, if I feed from you first, I might be able to make love to you.”
Buffy frowned, “Haven’t we been making love the last few nights?”
Spike nodded trying to arrange his words more carefully as he unbuttoned her shirt, “I mean, me on top, driving you insane with pleasure. I’d be making you whither and beg for me to enter you which I’d do. I’d enter you fully you in one hard thrust, completely as my hard body touches your hot soft body. I’d be able to lean down to toy with your nipples and kiss your neck…”
He paused as he pulled the shirt apart having released the last button. He glanced down at her thinking she never did look more beautiful than she did sitting there on his lap in just his black shirt opened to show all her glory. He glanced up at her face cupping her cheek as he murmured, “You are so beautiful Buffy. How did I ever get so lucky?”
Buffy arched her back as his cool fingers gazed her breasts slightly before resting on her stomach. He used the back of his hands to gently part the shirt more so that her breasts were fully on display as he sucked on her earlobe whispering, “You’re so soft and warm.”
Buffy’s eyes closed on their own accord as she listened to his words fill her mind. She felt the gentlest touch of his mouth brushing against her lips and she responded with a deep kiss and he whispered to her, “Relax, let me make love to you.”
Buffy shuddered against his words and he wasn’t sure if it was a protest against his words or a reaction to his voice but didn’t really care one way or another. She had healed him and he was determined to show her what real love could feel like if even just for the next few days they were together until she told him to leave. He brushed his lips against her neck and lifted his hands to gently massage down her arms to relax them. Her arms fell to her side as he then began to massage each fingertip taking each into his mouth and sucking on them softly. Buffy moaned whispering, “Too much…not enough.”
Spike chuckled and whispered against her ear licking her earlobe, “Not enough luv. Still not enough.”
She shuddered again and used her hands to try to remove his shirt, which he allowed only because he wanted to feel her skin against him. He heard her moan as he used his chest to brush against her nipples cooling them with his cool body.
She gasped as she sucked on his bottom lip and her arousal filled his nose causing him to groan in response. She wiggled across to straddle him and he shook his head as he rolled over to place her under him giving him full access of her body. He whispered against her ear, “Buffy luv, I’m going to feed now so I have the strength to finish, is that ok?”
Buffy nodded whispering, “More…”
He chuckled and then licked down her throat as his hand crept up to her breast. His motions were slow and deliberate aiming to heighten pleasure rather than relax as he licked her neck then blew across it causing her to shiver in pleasure. He teased the nipple in between his forefinger and thumb and as she arched her neck he gently entered her neck with his fangs taking a long pull of her blood, which sent her over the edge to an orgasm. He was tempted to enjoy the fact he managed to get her off while he was still mostly clothed but instead took a few more pulls of blood as she whispered, “More.”
He eagerly took two more sips and then removed his fangs thinking that since he took one long pull and a few short ones he might be able to take a few sips afterwards but he didn’t want her lightheaded due to blood loss but instead due to pleasure. He licked his lips making sure to get all her blood off before he lowered his mouth to hers giving her a passionate kiss. She wiggled her body under him and seemed very frustrated that she only found his jeans not his erection. He smiled at her whispering, “Just enjoy. I promise I will finish and if I can’t, I’ll let you.”
She closed her eyes at his words as he lowered his mouth from her lips to her jaw, then to her neck again. He blew on the spot he had just bitten and watched as she withered under him. He kissed down her chest to her breast and pulled one into his mouth paying careful attention to her nipple. She moaned out loud moving her hands to run through his hair and as he blew across the wet nipple he felt her squeeze her fingers together. He smirked as he reached up gently untangling her fingers before she drew blood or worse his hair out and placed them on the couch so she could grip there.
He then returned to her other breast and repeated the same action as she cried out, “Please…”
This is what he was after as he used his knuckles to brush across her aching nipples, “What do you need luv? Tell me?”
Buffy shook her head from side to side determined not to tell him and he leaned back on his arm not touching her anymore as she whimpered, “Please….”
Spike repeated as he brushed his knuckles across her nipples again, “Please what?”
She whispered, “Touch me.”
Spike smirked, “Oh but I am touching you. Feel my knuckles, they are brushing you ever so softly.”
Buffy whimpered again, “Please lower.”
Spike smiled as he lowered his hand and she used her hand to push him into between her legs and he whispered, “God pet, you’re drenched.”
She hissed as he toyed with her clit, “You were ignoring my needs!”
Spike chuckled as he lowered his head to blow across her wet clit, “Oh but I wasn’t. I promise you, I was planning to take care of them.”
She ignored his taunting and pushed his face closer to her junction and he obliged thankful he could finally taste her. He took a deep breath closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent whispering, “You smell so sweet and divine; can you smell that?”
She shook her head just wishing he would touch her already as she whispered, “Touch me.”
Spike chuckled as his cool air blew across her clit causing her to thrash slightly and he took his finger and pushed his finger inside with one quick movement sending her over the edge already. He lowered his mouth to her entranceway sucking up the juices as she orgasmed. She whispered, “I need you…please I need you now.”
Spike didn’t feel like fighting because his erection was painfully rubbing against his jeans as he quickly stood to remove them kicking off his boots and socks while he was standing leaning one hand on the couch. He then lowered himself to Buffy on shaking legs thankful for the couch he would rest on as he lowered his mouth to kiss her while entering her.
Buffy moaned clawing her nails down his back drawing small amounts of blood as he groaned as his blood mixed with her blood and pleasure in the air. He closed his eyes trying to gain some kind of control but Buffy wouldn’t allow that and instead squeeze him with her muscles as she moved under him to set up a rhythm.
Spike growled louder as he set a faster rhythm knowing he wouldn’t last long with her squeezing him like that and decided to distract her so either they got off together or she would relax. He brought his hand down between them and rubbed her clit as she whispered, “Oh God.”
Spike smirked whispering, “God has nothing to do with this. This is you and me Buffy, open your eyes and look at who is with you.”
She opened her eyes already knowing who is with her as she whispered, “Spike.”
He nodded in agreement as he fought the urge to close his eyes in pleasure as he felt himself quiver inside of her, “I’m the one with you, not anyone else. Me, Spike, an evil vampire.”
Buffy shuddered whispering, “Good vampire.”
Spike shook his head as he moved his hands up to frame her face stating, “I have no soul. A vampire with no soul is making love to you.”
She shouted as he drove into her one more time and she found her release, “SPIKE!”
Hearing her shout his name was enough to drive him over the edge as he vamped out biting down on her neck causing her to orgasm again. Her eyes closed involuntary as he took a few sips of blood then licked the wound closed. He rolled over next to her completely exhausted feeling the toll of the pressure on his legs after using them so much as he pulled her close to him.
She whispered, “Mom won’t be home until nightfall, stay?”
Spike knew he shouldn’t but wanted to as he whispered, “Just until morning.” He closed his eyes saying a prayer to whoever might be listening that Dru and Angelus won’t notice his absence.