Buffy pointed, unable to get the words ‘this is happening--this is seriously happening’ to stop running through her head on repeat. She murmured them quietly to herself as he scooped her off the counter and carried her across the small room.
Spike placed her carefully on the bed and stepped back to unlace his boots. Kicking off her flip-flops, Buffy pulled her knees to her chest and sat up to watch him.
He grinned at her before tugging off his shirt. “Gonna call anyone this time?”
“You’re so pretty.”
“Oh yeah?” He chuckled as he dropped to his hands and knees at the edge of the bed and crawled up towards her. “Whatcha gonna do about that?”
“I don’t know. I mean I’m not really very good at this stuff--the sex stuff. I probably shouldn’t have told you that, right? I mean confidence is hotter and now you are probably having second thoughts about all of this. But you could be thinking about it and getting like expectations about things and it seems unfair and I don’t want to disappoint you. Are you--having second thoughts?”
Spike kissed her hard on lips and then rested his forehead against hers. “Bloody adorable.” He carefully cupped her chin as he kissed a path down the column of her neck and into the valley between her breasts. He slid his hand up her torso, skimming her skin and leaving a wake of shudders before cupping her breast. His thumb toyed with her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.
She whimpered before gasping, “Spike?”
He blinked twice before meeting her gaze. The lust she read there took away her breath. He wanted her. Maybe, she thought dazedly, he wanted her nearly as bad as she wanted him. It was surreal. He was far too...everything, for her. Girls who got dumped after their boyfriends told the whole school that they gave bad head did not get a chance with a sexy gift-from-the-gods like Spike.
Buffy reached down, undid the snap on her olive green cargo pants and shoved them down her thighs. A quick shimmy and some kicking of her feet was all it took to land them on the floor and leave her wearing only her not-expecting-sexy-times cotton bra and panties. Fleetingly, she wished she had chosen a prettier set that morning. This was Spike, after all. The one time they’d made accidental eye-contact during class she’d been forced to spend the next hour squeezing her thighs together and fighting the urge to rock in her chair. He’d come closer to getting her off than any other guy before or since and he’d done it without saying or doing anything other than smiling. Spike deserved the kind of lingerie she didn’t even own, something with a garter belt or a thong.
Spike gripped her hip tightly while leaning down to kiss her again. His tongue swiped teasingly across her bottom lip before pushing into her mouth. She moaned deeply as reached up and buried her fingers in his hair. Sweat had dampened the locks bringing out a touch of the natural curl she knew he hid with bleach and gel.
He dragged his mouth away from her lips to kiss and nip the length of her neck. Her hips bucked, her body instinctively trying to get closer to his.
“Please,” she whispered.
He chuckled deeply; it was better than any dream he’d ever had. Beautiful, charming women did not invite him back to their apartments and shyly beg him to make love to them. “Oh love, no worries. I’m not going anywhere. I wanna hear you scream my name when I show you just how very good at this you can be.”
She gasped softly. “William.” She said his name, his real name, very quietly.
He froze. “How do you know that?” He never used his given name. He hadn’t in years.
“I remember you.”
“From?” Slightly dazed, he lifted his head and used his elbows to hold himself up.
She was blushing. “High school. I know you probably don’t remember me--I was a couple years behind you.”
“Are you talking about Sunnydale High?” He didn’t mask his incredulity. He’d only attended Sunnydale for a few months during the middle of his junior year and he wasn’t the popular type.
She nodded. “It’s just that...well, you kinda saved me once...before.”
“How’s that?” She had to be mistaken; he was certain he’d remember playing hero for a pretty girl. He almost never even spoke to girls during high school.
“The librarian was giving me a hard time...you know about how if I’d been paying attention during orientation, I would know how to find the books I needed and you...you just walked over and handed them to me.” She stopped and looked up timidly. “You don’t remember, do you?”
“Sorry, love. I--was that it?”
Smiling, she shrugged. “Pretty much. I think I babbled nervously at you for a few minutes. I remember introducing myself and then having to actually ask for your name.”
He winced at his teen self’s lack of manners.
“I saw you there a couple more times but I couldn’t think of a good excuse to talk to you,so...anyway--you just disappeared and no one I knew even knew who you were so...”
The thought that anyone had noticed his departure was hard for Spike to wrap his head around. “You looked for me?” A warm fluttering filled his stomach.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
Her cheeks flushed. “You were nice and you know...”
“I promise I don’t know.”
“Girls notice cute guys with cool accents who help them when librarians are being mean. It’s not that weird.”
“Cute?” He laughed. “Love, now I know you’re thinking of someone else. I was a mess back in school. I shudder to even think of it.”
“You do have a new look these days.”
“A massive improvement.”
She reached up and brushed her fingers through his hair. “I don’t know...the curls were pretty nice and I thought the glasses made you look...”
“Like a nerd?”
“Friendlier.”
Spike laughed, giddiness was making him feel almost light-headed. He brushed a lock of honey blonde hair off her forehead. “But you recognized me?”
She nodded. “I used to wonder sometimes what had happened to you and then--boom--there you were, just sitting in my biology class.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He pressed a kiss against the upper swell of her breast and looked back at her face.
“Like what?” She laughed. “ I mean what was I supposed to say--hey, you probably don’t remember me but we spoke for like two minutes about six years ago, anyway you’re basically the hottest guy I’ve...wanna go out ?” She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah.”
“Spike.”
“Seriously love, that would have done it. Hell, as cute as you are...just hey would’ve done it.” She looked skeptical, so Spike leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ve been looking for a decent excuse to talk to you for weeks.”
“Honest?”
“Honest.”
She smiled just a little. “But you don’t remember me?”
He sighed. “Wish I did. That wasn’t--I wasn’t at Sunnydale long and it wasn’t a good time for me.” It was an understatement. His mother had just died and he’d been staying with an aunt and uncle he’d barely known in a foreign country where he had to attend high school. It had basically been hell.
“I understand.” She laughed for a few seconds and then sighed. “You probably think I’m a stalker now.”
“Not a very good one. You lost track of me for half a dozen years.” He shook his head. “Poor showing.”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened for a split second before she smacked his chest. “Spike!”
“I should hold out for a more determined bird.”
“I’m determined.”
“I don’t think so. Unless, of course, this whole car business was a ruse. Did you set that up, pet? Was it all part of a diabolical plan to get me to take of my shirt?” At her giggle, he continued. “I didn’t think so. Not a very dedicated stalker at all.” He pushed himself up with one arm and turned, pretending to get ready to leave. “I think I should hold out for a stalker with a plan at least.”
Buffy gave him a shove and he dropped, laughing, down on his back. She surprised him by quickly straddling his thighs and holding herself up by pushing against his chest. “I never said I didn’t have a plan.”
“Oh, I am all ears, love. Tell me about this brilliant plan.”
“I was going to wear a skirt--a short one--a very short one actually.”
“When were you going to wear this very short skirt?”
“Soon.”
“To class?”
“Yup.” She grinned triumphantly. “So you would have noticed my short skirt and then--”
“What about all the other guys in that class?”
“What?” Her forehead wrinkled.
“What about all the other guys seeing you in that short skirt?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “They aren’t really part of the plan.”
“I don’t think I like all those guys ogling my stalker. This isn’t sounding like a very good plan.”
She frowned. “And breaking my car in hopes that you would be around and knew enough about cars to help would be a good plan? That’s ridiculous. Besides...the skirt thing was just phase one.”
.
Spike rubbed his thumbs around her tight nipples before smirking. “Well then, by all means--please continue.”
Buffy whimpered. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t really have a phase two exactly worked out yet, but I’d have come up with something and then...”
“And then?”
“And then you were supposed to be charming.” She lifted her chin defiantly.
Laughing, he pulled her mouth to his for a quick, hard kiss. “I’m sorry, love. I don’t know that my brain has gotten anywhere near enough blood this last thirty minutes or so.” He didn’t add that he was still feeling pretty thrown by the very idea of a cute girl being interested in him during high school. It felt like she was rewriting his history and he wasn’t at all certain how he should feel about that.
Buffy figured she had given him far too much evidence that she was a freak. It was time to get things back on track. She was going to have to impress him with super sexy moves. True, that had never been her forte in the past, but she’d never had this man in her bed in the past. She’d never had so much hotness to work with before. And that, she decided, had to count for something.
She sat back and trailed her fingertips over his chest. He hadn’t been joking about working out; she traced the well-defined muscles on his abdomen and slid her finger along the waistband of his jeans. Even with his belt, they rode low on his narrow hips, revealing at least five inches of taut and tantalizing skin below his belly button. She licked her lips before bending down and placing a soft kiss on that spot. The fine golden brown hairs there tickled her nose as it rubbed a path upward. Spike’s responding exhale was loud and rough, nearly a growl.
Buffy giggled against his chest. Images flashed through her mind: the thousand and one naughty sexy things she’d dreamt of doing to the man who was currently calling himself Spike, the acts she didn’t have names for, the ones she’d flat-out refused to do for men in the past. This was her moment, her chance. She bit her bottom lip and brought her gaze up to see his face.
“Buffy.” His eyes were shut, his voice was barely more than a whisper and his hands were gripping her hips hard enough to leave a mark. “So bloody hot--you’re so bloody hot, love. Burn me up.”
She leaned close and licked the straining muscle on his jaw before kissing him again. Swallowing his moans made her feel like a queen, a goddess capable of bringing grown men to their knees. She bit his earlobe before speaking in a husky voice that she’d never heard before. “I think you’re going to be screaming my name.”
Buffy had no idea where the words had come from, but the lust filling his eyes as they popped open in shock told her not to care.
Spike roughly grabbed her chin. “I want you.”
“Good.” She pulled away and reached for his belt buckle. “But I have plans for this first.” Her fingers felt thick and clumsy but she managed to maneuver the leather through the silver loop and disengage the pin. Her heart raced as she undid the snap and carefully tugged down the zipper. Her mouth was writing checks she wasn’t sure she had the skills to cover. She shook off the thought; nerves would not get in the way today. Buffy freed his erection and then sat back slightly to study it. She swallowed hard.
“Love?” He dragged one hand off her hip and used his elbow to push up and meet her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s...it’s a really nice penis.” Shit, she thought, now I’m rambling again.
Spike sat up and cupped her cheek. “Love?”
Buffy could feel the telltale heat of the blush creeping across her cheeks. “I didn’t realize-they-came-that-big.” She scrunched her eyes shut and looked away.
His breath came in warm puffs against her cheek when he chuckled. “Now I’m certain this a dream. I’ve probably knocked my head on something and fallen into a coma.” He kissed her temple and then angled her face back towards his for a deep kiss before resting his cheek against her forehead. “I won’t hurt you--if that’s--I can be gentle.”
“That doesn’t seem to fit your new bad boy persona.” She rubbed her face against the side of his neck, inhaling his scent before pressing her lips on his pulse point.
“Thought you already knew the truth anyway.” His voice was soft.
“I do?”
Spike hugged her against him and flipped them both, so that she was lying on her back and he was settled between her thighs, holding himself up on his elbows. His gaze met hers and she wondered if a girl could drown in the depths of his eyes. “That boy you talked to in high school couldn’t have even imagined a world where a girl like you would be interested.”
“But now you’re--”
“Not so different.” He brushed the hair off her forehead.
“Oh.” She couldn’t look away from his eyes. He was showing her his true self and it was beautiful, more beautiful even than she could have expected. “Oh.”
He set his hand lightly on the clasp between her breasts. “Can I see you, love?” She nodded and he deftly flicked the clasp open and pushed aside the fabric cups. His hand slid into place cupping her right breast as his head dropped to kiss her left. “You’re perfect--pretty as a picture.”
“They’re kind of--”
Frowning slightly, he pressed a single finger to her lips. “Perfect.” He held her gaze until she nodded and then bent to pull her nipple between his lips.
She gasped. “Oh, God! That’s...” His tongue felt hot enough to scald but oh-so good as it swiped a wet circle around her nipple. Her back arched, pressing her more firmly against his lips. “Oh.”
Spike continued nipping at her breasts with his lips and teeth until she was writhing and grasping at his shoulders. Slowly he slid his hand down her torso and under the edge of her panties. She tensed slightly as his fingertips brushed through the soft curls there, but she didn’t pull away. She gasped at sweet sensation of his finger sliding between her folds.
Her grip on his shoulders tightened and she pressed her fingernails into his skin. He chuckled. “There you are, kitten.”
Buffy carefully loosened her hold. “Sorry.”
“Not at all. I wanna see your claws.” He gave her a slow drugging kiss. “I wanna see you lose control.” His finger moved deeper.
Moaning softly, Buffy wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her face against his chest.
Slowly, he filled her with two long fingers. “So hot--sweet.”
He carefully slid his fingers in and out and in again before bringing his thumb to rest on her clit. He circled. He tapped. He pinched.
Buffy came undone. Waves of release hit her faster and harder than she’d thought possible. Distantly, she could hear him murmur encouragingly as he pumped his fingers in and out of her quaking channel, but she couldn’t make out the words. She clutched his shoulders tightly so wouldn’t float away and, when it was finally done, she collapsed limply against his chest.
Spike cupped her head. “Condoms.”
Buffy blinked. She wouldn’t have thought she could still blush after coming that hard, but her body had other ideas. “I...” Did nice girls have condoms? She had lots. Lots of condoms that she never used.
“Please tell me you have a couple of condoms here somewhere.”
“I think there’s a box in the cabinet under the sink...in the bathroom. They were um...a gift.” Yup, her friends had given her a bulk size package of condoms and told her it was time to get past the jerk she’d dated in high school and have a life.
“Brilliant.” He kissed her quickly before standing up, shoving his jeans off and strolling off toward her tiny bathroom.
Seeing his perfectly-formed ass pushed away all of her concerns about Spike’s reaction to finding an unopened box of fifty condoms in her bathroom. It was a fine enough ass to make her seriously consider taking a sculpture course next term The thought of spending three months in an art studio trying to recreate Spike’s cute, pale behind had her giggling hard when he came back, victoriously carrying the blue cardboard box.
“Should I take this as a challenge?”
She just kept giggling.
“Seriously, pet, I’ve never seen a box this big. Where do you even buy these?”
Laughing, Buffy picked up a pillow and covered her face. “I swear it was a present--some friends...”
“You have interesting friends.”
She lowered the pillow a little and peeked over it. “They said it was an intervention--because I need to get a life.”
“When did they do this?” His eyebrow arched intriguingly.
“Um...about eight months ago.”
“And you haven’t opened the box yet?” He turned the box to display the top as he climbed back onto the bed.
She shook her head.
“Brilliant.” He shrugged. “I hope you didn’t have any important plans this weekend--this could take awhile.” He tugged the pillow from her hands and stuck it back on the bed before cupping her face between his palms and kissing her hard.
“We couldn’t possibly...”
Spike smirked as he reached behind himself to grasp her ankles and pull.
She fell onto her back with a squeak. “There’s fifty condoms in that...”
He interrupted with another kiss and she forgot what she was arguing about. Somehow, without letting his tongue leave her mouth for a moment, Spike rearranged them both. When he finally lifted his head to stare at her with lust darkened eyes and flaring nostrils, he was kneeling between her thighs and holding a single foil-wrapped condom. He handed to her.
She wondered what he’d think if she told him that she’d never actually put a condom on a real person before. Her ex-boyfriend had done it himself the few times it was needed. So she was left only with the vague memory of rolling one down a wooden dildo during a health class her senior year of high school while her classmates watched and giggled. Biting her bottom lip, she carefully tore open the wrapper and pulled out the slippery latex circle. She glanced at his erection. It was a lot larger than the wooden thing from health class.
“You’re killing me here, love.”
Buffy looked up sheepishly for a second before reaching over and sliding her fingers down his length to grasp the base.
“Fuck!” He clutched at her arm. “Hold on a mo’.” He exhaled loudly and nodded.”Okay, kitten.”
The tiniest touch of her fingers had him shaking. She quickly followed an impulse she’d never had before and rose up to kiss the velvety soft tip. Her tongue darted out to taste the salty wetness there.
His grip on her arm tightened.
“You taste...good.” She pulled back and quickly slid the latex covering over him before looking up. His jaw was clenched. She lifted her hand and rubbed her thumb over his cheek.
Spike turned, kissing her palm the second before his fingers circled her wrist and pulled her back down. She gasped. Her pounding heart sounded like a rushing water to her ears. No one had ever looked at her with such intensity. The press of his erection against her stomach sent a flutter of nerves into every cell of her being, but she couldn’t look away. His dark lashes swept down and he exhaled with excruciating slowness.
He gripped her thigh tightly and guided one of her legs up around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance.
Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck. He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, “Perfect,” before sliding in and filling her with a sense of completion she hadn’t realized she was missing. She let her eyes close and concentrated on the sweetness of his kisses on her neck and the nearly painful but incredibly right feeling of being stretched and filled by the joining of their bodies.
She felt the increasing tension in his shoulders and knew he was fighting for control, he was struggling to hold still until she was ready for more. It was so much more than the boy he’d taken her virginity had bothered to do, she had to blink to keep her eyes from filling with tears. She slid her hand down his sweat-slickened back and pressed hard against the right cheek of his ass.
Her hips arched as he started to withdraw, and she quickly wrapped her other leg around his waist, fighting the sense of impending loss. He pressed her hip to the bed and pulled out almost completely before she had a chance to prepare. She yelled out before being immediately filled again, as he plunged even deeper inside. He pulled out again, so slowly she wanted to cry, and then eased her suffering with an equally slow thrust back in.
Buffy tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to hers. “More.”
“You’re so tight, love. Don’t want to--”
“More.” She hated the thought of him holding back. She wanted to experience everything, every bit of him.
He nodded and pulled out. “Turn over.”
“Wha--”
“Over.” He held her waist in a firm grip and flipped her so she knelt in front of him. “Here. Hold on.” He guided her hands to the headboard before grasping her hips and
thrusting hard and fast back into her.
She screamed. “Oh! Oh God that’s---”
“Fucking heaven, love.”
It should have been embarrassing. She was sure that she’d blush just thinking about it later. But in that one crucial moment, Buffy let herself go. Her back arched on instinct and she pressed her ass back, meeting his thrusts.
Spike gripped her hip tightly with one hand and used the other to push her hair off to the side so he could kiss her shoulder and the back of her neck. “Sexy little girl.” He bit her earlobe lightly as he reached around to cup her breasts. He gave each a squeeze before plucking at her nipples. “You need a nice, big mirror--so I can watch these pretties bounce while I have you like this.
He felt her spasm, clenching his cock even tighter. He started to chuckle but it came out as a groan. “I bet you’re blushing again. Love when you’re blushing.” He ran his tongue over the small silver hoop she wore in her ear.
She was getting close again. Her body was tense and tight beneath him, her mouth open but silent. He wondered what would put her over the edge. He could go faster, but only for a few moments; he was barely holding on as it was. Being surrounded by her was bliss. He’d have to surrender soon.
Spike slid his hand down her abdomen and cupped her sex, spreading his fingers wide to accommodate his cock. He pressed the heel of his hand against her.
Her channel spasmed, squeezing him tightly again and again.
Finally, Spike gave in, followed her to release and collapsed beside her.
“I have to get up.” Still breathing heavily, Spike forced his elbows down and lifted his head. He turned to give her a grin.
Her eyes were wide and she blinked twice before nodding. “I understand.”
Sighing, he brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “Clearly you don’t, love.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “I need a glass of water. I’ll get one for you too.” He pushed up and off the bed without wait for her response.
Someday soon he was going to have to ask why the most gorgeous, passionate woman he’d ever met was so insecure. Someone had made her think that she wasn’t enough. And while the thought of treating that someone to taste of his fist was tempting, Spike had more important things to do.
He found the glasses easily in her tidy cupboards, filled a couple with cold tap water and walked back to the bedroom. Buffy was sitting up, clutching a sheet just below her neck.
“No,” he said shaking his head as he placed one of the glasses on the bedside table.
She frowned, clearly confused. “I don’t...”
Spike took a couple of gulps from his glass and the put it down as well. “Too bloody pretty to be hidden.” He sat down beside her and gently tugged the sheet out of her hands.
She smiled. She blushed too, of course. But, most importantly, she smiled for a second before tipping her head quizzically. “What is this?” Her cheeks brighten. “I mean, I know what this is but--”
“I’m here. Yours, for as long as you want me.” It was a shocking statement, one he’d never made before. He meant it. As surprised as he was to be saying it, Spike was certain that he’d found something truly special and he was ready to fight for it if necessary.
Her only response was an open-mouthed stare. He shrugged, kissed her bottom lip and tried to lighten the mood. “Fifty.” He reached over and pulled a long strip of foil-wrapped condoms from the box. He smirked. “Dear Penthouse: You won’t believe how hot this girl in my biology course is. Or how naughty.”
Giggling, Buffy plucked a small, ruffled pillow off the bed and smacked the side of his head with it.
He dropped the condoms and reached for her. “You’re askin’ for it now, love.”
She ducked and wiggled free. “It might be a long time--that I want you--here.”
He tried not to grin like an idiot and failed, smiling so widely his cheeks hurt. “I’m counting on it.”
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Okay-here's the third and final part of this little tale. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know either way. :)
Thanks to Puddinhead for giving this a read. She is beyond wonderful.
Thanks to Puddinhead for giving this a read. She is beyond wonderful.