Title: No Turning Back
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: This is another rewrite I did
of Harsh Light of Day.
AN: I have placed part two in the downstairs
area of Spike's crypt. I don't really get where
he and Harmony were in the episode, and its
easier for me just to do it this way. I mean, all
they really need is a bed anyway.
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Part Two....
Spike held the crypt door open for her, gesturing for
her to enter first.
Buffy smiled. **Manners, yet. Who'd of thought it?**
She walked slowly around the dim room, watching
him secure the door. As he turned and approached
her, she backed up until she bumped into the tomb, but
all he did was extend one hand to her.
"Downstairs," he said briefly, taking her hand. "It's
comfy down there."
Still wondering what in the hell she thought she
was doing, she followed him across the marble floor
to a place where she could see a patch of lamplight.
Spike went down first, guiding her carefully down a
short ladder.
Her eyes widened when she looked around the
room. It was, as he'd said, very comfortable. Two or
three overstuffed armchairs were set in strategic
places, polished endtables held a few stacks of
books and what looked like blueprints and building
schematics of some kind.
The room was dominated by an enormous brass
bed, covered in fat pillows and a satin comforter. She
stared at it in wonder. It was the best bed she'd
ever seen, and she felt a sudden urge to jump
into it...and not by herself.
Buffy forced herself to look away from the bed,
before she lost control and gave in to her fantasy.
Spike had dropped into one of the armchairs in a
graceful sprawl, legs slightly parted, watching her like
a big cat after a small mouse.
She lowered herself into the opposing chair, waiting
for him to say something..anything..make some nasty
comment or crude remark. Something that would make
her remember that she hated him.
But when he finally did speak, she was so surprised
by what he said that she wasn't at all sure she'd heard
him properly.
"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet.
After an instant of disbelieving silence she asked, "Sorry
for what?"
"For being so rough with you," he said. "That's not the
way I wanted it to happen."
**Wanted it to happen?** Her mind reeled at these
words. **WANTED IT TO HAPPEN??**
"So...you're sorry?" she asked, in a shaky voice.
"No," he shook his head. "I'm not sorry THAT it hap-
pened. I'm sorry about HOW it happened. You're a
lady, and you deserve better than to be treated like
a ten dollar trick."
Buffy stared at him. "Okay, who ARE you?"
Spike sighed. "I mean it, Buffy."
Well, this day was just chock full of surprises. She'd
never heard him use her name. To him, she'd always
just been "Slayer."
"Are you saying that..you wanted this to happen. That
you've...thought about it...before today?" She wanted to
be clear.
He smiled and nodded slowly. "More times than you know,
luv. Almost from the beginning."
"But...but you hated me."
"I'm not saying that I didn't. I'm saying that...I wanted
you." He shrugged. "Why the hell do you think I can't
seem to stay away from Sunnydale? Because of it's
small town charm?"
"I thought it was because you wanted to kill me in
painful ways."
"Oh, I did." He leaned forward in the chair, pinning his
gaze on hers. "But I also wanted to take you to bed. See,
I wanted to fight you AND fuck you."
Buffy cheeks turned red at the blunt words. "What about...?"
"Dru?" he offered. "She knew. It's why she sent me away."
Spike left his chair and knelt in front of her. He moved
her legs slightly apart and placed himself between
them. "I...enjoyed fighting with you. It's an incredible turn-
on."
"I know," she said softly. "I felt it, too...today."
He placed his hands on her waist and urged her for-
ward on the chair.
Buffy wasn't surprised to realize that she needed no
real urging. She was willing, able, and more than ready.
Her eyes drifted closed as his mouth came down on
hers. The kiss was very different than the almost violent
ones they'd exchanged less than an hour ago.
She moaned softly when she felt his mouth blaze a
moist trail from her lips to her cheek, then down to the
soft flesh of her throat. She slipped one hand behind
his neck, holding him to her, guiding his mouth where
she wanted it to go.
Spike pulled back and began to to lift her blouse
over her head. He placed a kiss on every inch of skin he
bared. When he encountered the front clasp of her
bra, he deftly twisted it open and pulled the lacy cups
aside, revealing her breasts.
Buffy tensed, waiting for him to touch her there. He
smiled and lowered his head, kissing the satiny skin
between her breasts, then trailed his tongue lightly
over the curves until he found one pink nipple. He
kissed it briefly, then took it into his mouth and sucked.
She almost screamed at the intensity of the pleasure
lashing through her body. He flicked his tongue rapidly
back and forth over the sensitive peak, then deepened
the touch and suckled it harder, making her wet...making
her whimper.
He released her breast from his mouth and kissed
a path to the other one, inflicting the same delicious
torture.
Buffy slid her fingers into his hair and kept him
close, unable to get enough. She sat more upright
in the chair, and Spike took the opportunity to slip
her bra straps down and off.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, his voice husky with
arousal. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever
seen." His hands moved up her arms, caressing them,
then cupped the ample mounds of her breasts and
squeezed them firmly.
He raised his face and kissed her, sliding his tongue
into her mouth and searching for hers. She didn't
hesitate, and brought her tongue into the fray, meet-
ing his sweetly and playing with it.
Spike kept his hands on her breasts, fondling them,
and gently tugging at the tips, rubbing them with his
thumbs.
Buffy was panting and moaning, needing relief for
the pressure that was beginning to build.
She wrapped her arms around his head as they
kissed, and he lowered his hands to unbuckle
his belt. He yanked open the buttons of his jeans
and shoved them down around his knees.
After undoing her own pants, Buffy lifted her hips
so he could yank them down roughly. Stripping them
completely off, he scooted her rear to the the very
edge of the chair, then pushed her legs wide and
lowered his head.
Buffy reclined back into the chair and met his
direct gaze with hers, watching him as he slid his
tongue up and down the fold of her labia. She inhaled
sharply when he found her clit and began to suck
on it.
She cried out some unintelligible nonsense and
raised her hips, offering herself totally. Spike res-
ponded by shoving his tongue into her and moving
it all around.
Desperate to keep him there, Buffy clamped her legs
tightly around his head, grinding herself against his
face. A few seconds later, he changed his angle and
began sliding his tongue in and out, in an erotic
simulation of intercourse.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, bathed in the
most exquisite pleasure she'd ever known. This had
never been done to her before. Neither Angel or Parker
had attempted it, and she found herself mildly annoyed
that they had denied her this.
Her climax was approaching, powerful and swift,
but at the very moment when release began to over-
take her, Spike pulled away.
Buffy gasped. "No..please don't stop," she wailed,
reaching for him. "Please....."
"I'm not stopping, honey. I'm gonna make it even better."
Reaching down with one hand, he guided his erect cock
into her. She was so wet that he slid in easily, burying
himself with one hard thrust.
"Fuck.." he groaned. "You're so tight...so hot." He began
to pump his hips fast and hard, until he was pounding
into her.
Buffy was helpless to do anything other than hold on,
her fingers clutching at his shoulders. He slid one arm
around her waist, helping her stay in position, and brought
his free hand up to cup her face, tilting it up so he could
kiss her.
Her lips parted beneath his, giving him free reign of her
mouth and he took immediate advantage. His tongue
slipped over her teeth, testing the edges and licking the
slick enamel. She countered by closing her mouth
around it and sucking rhythmically, making him groan
deep in his throat.
Buffy pulled back, panting for air, pressing her face
against the side of his neck. Her entire body was on
fire as she writhed and squirmed, trying to be even
closer.
Spike worked his hands underneath her bottom and
stood up without breaking their connection. He turned
and carried her the few feet to his bed, then lowered
her onto it, pressing her down into the mattress.
She wrapped her legs around his churning hips, as a
bizarre thought occured to her; she still had her shoes
on. She was laying beneath her mortal enemy, who was
doing things to her body that she had never even dreamed
of, and she was completely naked except for a pair of
white socks and sneakers.
Caught in the swift flow of passion, her lover drive into
her again and again, and Buffy knew it would soon be
over. She could feel her orgasm approaching and she
welcomed it eagerly, lifted her hips to meet it head
on, and screamed with pleasure as it finally washed
over her.
She was dimly aware, on some level, that Spike
had been with her when she came. He collapsed
on top of her, his own frame shaking with exhaustion.
Buffy felt his mouth against the side of her neck,
and she tensed momentarily, but all he did was kiss
her there, and whisper incomprehensible compliments
to her.
The last clear thought she had before she fell asleep,
was to remind herself to take off her shoes and socks
next time.
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Her eyes opened slowly, moving around a room made
golden by candlelight. The bed beneath her was soft
and giving, and she was blanketed by a satin comforter
that felt cool against her skin.
She became aware of other sensations a little at
a time.
Shifting in the bed, she stretched her legs and
arched her back. There was a slight soreness be-
tween her thighs, and she blushed as she remembered
why.
Three sexual encounters with two different men in
the last twenty-four hours had left it's mark on her.
As much as she would have liked to wipe the
first one from her memory, she couldn't deny it had
happened. She could only hope that Parker would
keep his big mouth shut about it. Since she planned
to keep a wide distance between them, maybe he
would forget the less than memorable experience
as well.
She felt an arm around her waist, and she turned her
head as it tightened, pulling her closer. Her eyes
met Spike's, and they both smiled.
"Awake at last." His voice was silky and sexy, and
it made her tingle all over.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked.
"Couple of hours."
Buffy sat up and stretched. Feeling strangely shy, she
made sure the comforter was covering her where it should
be. "I guess I missed most of my classes today."
"No," he corrected her, sliding one hand up her back
to caress her warm skin. "You missed all of your classes
today, schoolgirl. You don't think I'm letting you leave
NOW, do you?"
Although his tone was light, Buffy was pretty sure that
he meant what he said. "And how do you think you'll
keep me here?"
Spike sat up and moved behind her. Lifting her hair from
the side of her neck, he nuzzled her skin. "Well," he
murmured. "I could tie you to the bed...or I could tear
your clothing up...or I could fuck you into unconscious-
ness." He nipped at her shoulder. "Which would you pre-
fer?"
Buffy pulled away, the crude word jarring her for some
reason. "Is that what we've been doing? Fucking?"
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, briefly
surprised to see her socks and shoes on the floor. He
must have removed them after she'd fallen asleep.
Spike grabbed her arm before she could leave the
bed. "Wait...I'm sorry. That was crude, and I'm sorry
I said it."
Buffy allowed him to pull her closer and soothe her
hurt feelings.
"What I meant to say..what I SHOULD have said..was
that I could keep you here by making love to you over
and over again," he whispered in her ear. "Until your
lovely body is so completely sated with pleasure that
you can't move even an inch from my side."
She stared into his eyes, hypnotized by his words, by
his tone of voice. Where had THIS Spike been hiding
all these months?
Was this his true self, and had she simply been too
wrapped up in Angel to see it? Or, would he revert
back to his viciousness and violence once the glow
of bed wore off, the novelty of sex with a slayer?
Her silent introspection must have shown on
her face.
"I know what you're thinking," he said.
"Think so?" She combed her fingers through her messy
hair, pulling at the tangles.
"Yeah." He climbed out of the bed and crossed the
room. Unconcerned with his nudity, he retrieved her
shoulder bag from the floor, glanced into it, and
brought her hairbrush to her.
But instead of handing it to her, he sat down behind
her and began pulling the brush through her hair,
being gentler than she had ever been on the snarls.
"You're wondering why I'm acting like this. You're
asking yourself if you can really trust me, or if I'll
pin you down and drain every drop of blood from your
pretty body..relax, baby..and you want to know if I
meant all those things I whispered in your little ear."
He tossed the brush aside and buried his face in
her hair.
"God, you smell wonderful."
"Thanks. It's my...shampoo, I guess." Her voice
sounded strange to her own ears, light and airy,
and very far away. She recognized what was
happening; she was becoming aroused once again.
"No," he murmured. "It's you. There's nothing artificial
about it. It's your scent..it calls me..entices me."
"Ohh.." she moaned weakly, raising one hand and
slipping it behind his neck. "That's..that's just..." Her
voice trailed off.
"Just what?" he asked, as his hands began to tug on
the comforter she used as a shield, a very ineffective
shield.
Buffy tried to clear her head. "Sort of...primitive. I
mean..."
"I know what you mean, sweetheart. It's the way an
animal senses his mate. The way he can find her with
his eyes closed."
This particular imagery was wildly exciting. She shut
her eyes and pictured herself in a room filled with people.
Buffy watched herself turning slowly in a circle, searching
the faces of those surrounding her, then seeing him
moving through the room directly towards her, stalking her.
He followed her as she wove in and out through the
crowd, staying right on her heels, catching her and pulling
her close....
"You must be thinking about something very nice." Spike's
voice anchored her to reality. "The look on your face is
breathtaking."
She leaned her head back against his shoulder and opened
her eyes as she moved her hand from behind his neck
and around to cup his cheek, urging him closer. "Kiss me."
He complied instantly, turning her in his arms and re-
clining back until she was stretched out on top of
him.
Several moments later, Buffy broke the kiss and laid
her cheek on his chest, once again closing her eyes when
she felt him stroking her hair. "Spike?"
"Hmm?"
"What you said before..about what I was thinking? You
were right. Is this just one incredible afternoon? Are we
just gonna forget about it and keep trying to kill each
other tomorrow?"
Spike shook his head. "I don't want to kill you, honey. Look
at me..LOOK AT ME!" he demanded, tilting her chin
up and staring into her eyes. "Do you think I've waited
this long for ONE afternoon in your arms?"
As much as these words thrilled her, she tried to stay
focused and pragmatic. "How can it be anything else?"
she asked. "We can go to sleep tonight and wake up
together in the morning..but we'll still be who we are..a
vampire and a slayer."
"We'll deal with it," he replied fiercely. "If we have to
take it day by day..or hour by hour..or minute by
minute."
Buffy sighed. "I still don't see..."
"Stop it!" he ordered. "Buffy...there's no turning back
from this now. It's too late."
He rolled over in bed suddenly, pinning her to the
mattress with his body.
"How can I touch another woman after being with
you, luv?" He kissed her hard. "I'm already more
than halfway in love with you, and it won't take much
for me to fall the rest of the way."
Buffy was truly surprised. He must have seen it on
her face, because he smiled.
"You think vampires can't feel love, don't you? I mean
real vampires..not half-assed ones like your ex."
"Well..."
He shook his head slowly. "That's a common misconcep-
tion," he added. "I can love you just as completely as
any other man...maybe even more."
She gazed into those lovely dark blue eyes, search-
ing for the truth of his words. He met that gaze boldly,
with absolutely no evasion.
**Sometimes...you have to take a leap of faith..no
matter how impossible something seems to be.**
Twining her arms around his neck, she drew him
down to her and whispered, "Make love to me."
He smiled. "I will, baby...I will."
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