They'd enjoyed their evening out with Jack. When they arrived at the club, a long line of people was waiting, but with a few words from Jack, the man at the door let them right in. They all drank more champagne, laughing and talking with Jack about their upcoming trip. He and Buffy danced quite a bit, and Spike loved seeing her so happy and carefree. Jack, of course, had his share of attention from the ladies. Buffy boldly asked him why he was unattached. He'd laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief and said he didn't want some woman nattering at him all the time. She'd feigned offense and punched him in the arm, then made some remark about him "eating his words" and sat down in Spike's lap, putting her arms around his neck and nibbling on his ear. At that point, Spike decided it would be good time to go.
They quickly caught a cab, and the whole ride home, Buffy tortured him with kisses and caresses, while whispering in his ear all the naughty things she wanted to do him. Her verbosity was such a turn on and so unlike her, he didn't know if it was the champagne or a new side of her personality she was only now starting to show him. Either way, he loved it. It was well past one-thirty when Spike paid the driver, and they made their way upstairs. Spike fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the door with a tipsy, amorous Buffy in front him.
"You really are quite the tease this evening," he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "What shall I do with you, now that I have you trapped?"
Buffy reached up, brushed, an errant curl off his forehead, and gave him a coy smile.
"Anything you want," she said, trailing her finger down his chest.
Spike pulled her to him, pressing his hard cock against her hip. He spoke to her softly, after leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Oh, yeah? Well, let's get inside then. Don't want our neighbors getting a show." He raised his eyebrows and playfully leered at her.
Buffy's tongue peeked out and traced her lips to wet them. "Well you'd better get that door unlocked, now." She moved to pull him in for a kiss.
His thoughts of unlocking the door were forgotten momentarily when she kissed him.
Spike was almost dizzy from arousal. He pulled back and said, "I will if the naughty little minx in front of me keeps her hands and lips to herself for a moment."
Buffy clasped her hands in front of her and gave him a mock pout. "All right, no touching."
Once Spike had the door unlocked, he pushed it open and hoisted Buffy over his shoulder fireman-style.
Buffy gasped in shock and giggled. "Will, is this a caveman role play game?"
Spike slapped her soundly on her bottom and laughed. "How clever of you to guess."
Buffy slapped him back, her voice a little hesitant. "Okay, whatever you say."
Spike walked into the bedroom and gently brought her down and into his arms. "I was only teasing, but I do want to play a little game with you, if you're okay with it."
She gazed up at him, her expression completely serious. "I meant what I said before, I trust you. I trust us."
He leaned down and gave her a lingering kiss. "You have no idea how much that means to me. I think you're going to love this, kitten. Close your eyes for me."
He went to his closet and retrieved two old silk neckties. He hoped this didn't frighten her, but when he looked back at her, he saw she had a smile and a look of eager anticipation on her face. He laid one of the ties on the bed and put the other over his shoulder as he walked toward her.
Buffy stood there, eyes shut and her body wobbling a little from the champagne. Her skin prickled with anticipation, and her stomach did a little flip-flop as she felt him come to stand behind her.
His warm breath tickled the shell of her ear as he whispered, "I'm going to blindfold you now, love. No worries. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say so, and I'll stop."
She felt the cool, soft material cover her eyes and wondered what it could be. He deftly secured it, but not too tight.
"Oooh, do I get to play pin the tail on Will?" she asked, turning around to embrace him, but she was met with air. "Will? Where did you run off to?" Buffy bit her bottom lip as though in deep thought, though her tone was playful.
"I'm right here," he said placing his warm, strong hands on her hips from behind. "And there'll be no pinning of anything on me this evening." His voice was a husky whisper as he nuzzled her neck.
"Hmm, that feels nice." Buffy reached up to pull his head closer, but Spike gently took it and placed it back at her side.
"Ah- ah-ah! There will be no touching me in this game. It's all about touching you."
Buffy felt his nimble fingers at the top of her dress and heard the zipper as he pulled it down.
"Well now that you have me at you mercy, pray tell, what are you going to do with me?"
The air hitting her exposed flesh cooled her momentarily. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, easing the straps down. Then the dress was gone, and Buffy was left standing in her panties and heels.
"Oh, I have a few ideas about that, you'll just have to be patient."
He took her hand, helping her step out of her shoes and over her dress, then led her to the bed.
Buffy's thoughts were racing with all sorts of naughty things and she felt her cheeks warm from the blush.
Once she was lying on the bed, Spike sat beside her and raised both her arms above her head, securing her wrists to the frame.
"Is this all right, Buffy? I want you to be comfortable."
"Yes. It's more than fine. I can hardly wait for you to touch me," she said her voice so low and sensual, she barely recognized it as her own.
Buffy felt his warm breath near her face and took in the scent of his aftershave. Suddenly his lips were on hers, his tongue seeking entrance, which she freely gave, and caressed his with her own. She stifled a groan as the mattress dipped and she felt his loss. Her heart was racing with anticipation of the things to come. Buffy had no idea what to expect as she'd never been in this position before, but visions of the things he might do to her danced in her head. Her body reacted from the thoughts alone, her nipples hardening, and moisture pooling between her thighs. Buffy felt him move back to the bed and waited for his next move.
"I need you to spread your lovely legs for me. Want to see all of you. You're already all wet for me, aren't you? Those wispy bits of lace you call knickers are positively drenched."
Buffy couldn't stop herself from moaning her response. "Mmm-hmm."
Buffy's body was on fire. Every fiber of her being seemed electrified, and she yearned for his touch. At the tip of her toes, she felt something soft and cool moving its way up her body. She gasped and arched into it as it traveled along inside of her thigh and over each of her aching breasts before disappearing. Buffy moaned, wondering how something so cool and soft could have the opposite effect on her. She felt his arms on either side of her and his thighs inside one of hers, though he didn't touch her.
"Did my kitten like that?" he whispered in her ear, before charting a deliberately slow path down her neck, kissing, and nipping every spot.
"Mmm—yes, but I like this better. I love the feel of your mouth on my body, the smell of your skin. It makes me crazy. Did you know that?" she asked, almost panting.
"I got that impression, but it's a hell of a surge to a bloke's ego to hear!" He stopped fondling the one breast and moved to the other, tracing the areola while gently tugging the straining nipple.
Buffy bit her bottom lip, moaning in pleasure as she arched her body, trying to get as close him as possible.
"Jesus, Buffy! You taste so sweet, and I know I'll never get enough of you!" He took the neglected breast in his mouth suckling ardently, while his other hand caressed her flank.
She thrashed her head back and forth against the pillows in ecstasy.
"Oh God! Mmm, you make me feel so good, but I need more. Please, Will!" She bucked her hips off the bed as an invitation.
"Now, now. Remember love, you have to tell me what you want or you don't get it." His mouth continued its path downward as he continued to caress her breasts.
Buffy could feel his smirk as he began to swirl a path around her navel, his curls tickling her stomach. His hands skated down, caressing her inner thighs, fingers momentarily brushing the panties covering her pussy.
"Will!"
He stopped his ministrations at the exasperated sound of his name.
"Yes, Buffy?" he said, in a casual tone.
She couldn't see him, but she could feel his eyes on her as she licked the bead of sweat from her upper lip. She felt as though she were burning up from the inside, she wanted his fingers inside her, his mouth on her clit. "I need you to touch me, please!"
"That's all you needed to say." She heard a loud rip, and cool air hit her below.
She felt his thumbs parting her folds, then his tongue gently lapping at her. If anything, this was more frustrating. She had what she wanted, but he was teasing her. She tried to raise her hips to gain more friction, but he held them to the bed.
"Patience, love. Good things come to those who wait," he said.
"Humph! I think you're enjoying this a little too much!" She adopted her standard pout.
"The pout's not going to work with me this time. This is all about bringing you pleasure, whether you think so or not. I suggest you just relax and feel everything I'm doing. Don't think about anything else outside of that. Just know I'm going to take care of you."
At this point, Buffy was so frustratingly aroused she wanted to scream, and when he dipped his head back down and began to explore every fold and crevice with renewed vigor, she did.
"Yes. Oh, God…harder…please!" Her thighs were trembling from the onslaught of pleasure, and her moans filled the room.
"That's it Buffy. Wanna hear you scream."
Buffy wanted so badly to touch him, to give him such pleasure in return. Knowing she couldn't, she gave herself completely to him. She didn't recognize the sounds she was making. The air was filled with low, guttural moans and high-pitched wails as he inserted two fingers inside her. He found her special spot and began to stroke it with measured thrusts, and all the while he flicked her clit with his tongue. She wrapped her thighs around him as if to ground him there. Bucking against him, delirious with pleasure, she could feel her climax approaching, and she just needed a little more to push her over the edge when he sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down. Her entire body shuddered, and she lost all coherent thought. The pleasure was too intense, too overpowering, and she fell apart with his name on her lips.
Spike crawled up her body and removed the tie from her eyes, but they were closed. He leaned down and kissed her sweat-soaked brow, hoping she'd open her eyes.
"Buffy, love, come on. Open up those beautiful eyes for me, please."
Buffy's eyelids fluttered, and a sated smile illuminated her face.
"Mmm, that was beyond amazing! Would you untie me now? I need to touch you." Her voice still held a dream-like quality.
"Anything you want. I was afraid for a minute that I'd broken you," Spike said, reaching up to untie her wrists, massaging and kissing them as he brought them down to her sides.
She put her arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss.
"See, I'm not broken. I couldn't be better." Buffy could feel the evidence of his arousal against her hip and this renewed her desire.
"Kitten, you just passed out. You sure you're up for more?" He brushed her hair back, wet from exertion, and kissed her temple.
"No, but I'd be willing to give it another shot." She wrapped her thighs around him and positioned him at her entrance.
He sank into her slowly and stilled once he was fully inside.
"God, Buffy, what you do to me. You feel so fucking good."
He began to fill her again and again with long measured thrusts.
Buffy ran her hand over his back, loving the feel of his rippling muscles.
"Oh, I love touching you, Will. You make me feel so good. Oh!"
She ran her hands down back to grab his ass and push him deeper. She cried out his name as another powerful orgasm overtook her. With one final thrust, her muscles pulsing around his cock, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, whispering nonsensical praise as he came.
They slept in on Monday morning and got a late start on their last minute preparations for the trip to England. The day was spent running errands to the dry cleaners, the pharmacy, and the little lingerie store Buffy discovered a few blocks over. She was in desperate need of new panties, given Spike's tendency to render them useless of a regular basis. He did make up for it by purchasing some lovely new ones for her, as well as the matching bras and a few other pieces, with the promise of being more careful with these.
It was late evening when they'd returned to the apartment, and they still had to pack the rest of their things. After they finished, they showered and went straight to bed, as they had to be up at the crack of dawn in order to be at the airport on time.
They'd made their connection in Boston and had now been in the air about forty-five minutes. Buffy was reclining in soft leather seats of first class, lightly sipping her champagne.
"Are you enjoying the champagne, love?" Spike squeezed her hand lightly and nipped at her ear.
"Can we always fly first class?" Buffy asked, taking a sip of the golden liquid. "Everyone's so attentive, and it's so comfortable. Of course, I have nothing to compare it to. I've never flown coach."
"Trust me, love. It's a different world past those curtains. Cramped quarters, crying babies, no champagne, no lovely snacks. You're lucky if you get peanuts."
Buffy put a hand to her mouth and her eyes widened comically. "Oh, no, that's it! We can never fly coach. I can't bear the thought of peanuts. How pedestrian."
Spike chuckled at her theatrics. "Only the best for my girl. You should try to take a nap. We've got a long flight ahead of us, and it will help pass the time. I can have one of the attendants bring you a blanket and a pillow."
She looked into his eyes as she caressed his thumb. "I'm not really all that tired right now. I'm too keyed up to sleep. You know, this is really like a before-wedding honeymoon."
He leaned over and touched his forehead to hers. "I was thinking the same thing. Like a wedding present from Mum—" His voice broke, and he couldn't finish his sentence.
Buffy cut him off before his thoughts could to turn to grief. "I know, and I want to get married soon. In New York as soon as we get back. I don't want to put our life together on hold. I don't need a fancy wedding, just you, some witnesses, and someone to make it legal. Is that all right with you?"
"Kitten, I would marry you this minute if I could. It doesn't matter to me where it is or who is there. All I want is you." He kissed her softly, pulling her closer to him.
"Then it's settled. This is our honeymoon, and we'll marry as soon as we're back." She pulled back from him, tears of happiness welling in her eyes.
"You can't know how happy that makes me. You'll be a lovely bride no matter," he said, cupping her cheeks to bring her lips to his.
[An epilogue to follow.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
This is the penultimate chapter. I've only the epilogue to finish and this will be complete. Thanks for sticking through this with me. I hope you've enjoyed the tale. Thanks as always to Abby and Diebirchen for betaing. Also, thanks to Minx Delovely for taking the time to read over this for me and give me her thoughts, and pointing out words I missed. You're a star!
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