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Chapter 31: Surprise (Part 2 of 2)

A/N My website's moved. It's now at http://www.dark-desire.org/ld/ Thanks to Mandi for hosting me, and making me a wonderful new banner.

New Years Eve was possibly the longest day of Buffy's life. Even Christmas Eve when she was a child hadn't taken this long. Her mother was letting her have a small gathering. Xander, Willow, and Spike were coming over for a night of movies and snacks.

It wasn't a night of movie watching that had Buffy all excited. It was seeing Spike again. Or rather touching him again. Her whole body seemed to ache with lack of being touched. At the same time it was almost as if phantom fingers moved over her.

When she was alone she would curl her fingers, and try and remember the feel of him in her hands. The thought of his naked body made her mouth water.

She had made up her mind. After the party she and Spike were supposed to patrol and protect the late night revelers. After that, she planned on going back to Spike's apartment with him and spending the night. She was ready; more than that, she thought if she didn't go all the way with Spike soon she'd go nuts.

As evening approached, she changed into her favorite little black dress. As she came out of her room, she nearly walked into her mother who had also changed.

"Mom? When'd you get that dress?"

"Oh, just the other day. I know it's silly. I'm not going out tonight or anything. Just playing chaperone. Still, I'm used to dressing up for New Year's. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's nice."

Terror hit Buffy. She'd seen that dress before, but not in a mall or a shopping bag. In her dream; the dream where Spike died. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't the same dress, that she just didn't remember the dress in the dream and had substituted in her mother's new dress. But she couldn't convince herself. Waiting for Spike became all the more difficult.

If waiting for Spike to get there was bad, things were worse when he arrived. Seeing him, but not being able to touch him was worse. Her mother kept a hawk's eyes on her. Buffy was afraid to even hold his hand under her mom's watchful gaze.

Still, slow as it seemed, time did crawl by. Finally it was 11:58 and they paused the movie.

"Mom!" Buffy went into the kitchen to get her for the big moment.

"Is it time?" her mother asked.

She reached for her champagne glass and knocked it over. It shattered on the floor.

"Buffy? Buffy?" her mother said.

Buffy didn't hear her. It was identical to her dream. Something awful was going to happen tonight. Spike was going to die. Drusilla was going to kill him. Buffy didn't know what to do.

"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," her mother asked.

"I. . . Um? Right, sorry. The glass. Just startled me is all. It's almost time."

They went back into the living room and counted down to midnight with the others. Then they finished watching the movie and everyone left. Well except Spike who only pretended to leave; she knew he was really waiting outside for her under the tree.

She pretended to be really sleepy and wished her mother a good night as soon as they all left. She wanted to rush out the widow right away, but she was afraid her mother might check on her. On the other hand, she was also afraid that Drusilla would appear at one end of the street and stake Spike right in front of her.

Finally, she could take it no more and she shimmied out the window and down to the ground.

"Spike!" she whispered sharply.

"Here, pet. Afraid I wouldn't wait?"

She threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

"You're all right."

"Yeah, but it's a good thing I don't need to breathe."

"Sorry," she reluctantly let him go. "Remember that dream I told you about. The one in which you died?" He nodded. "Well, my mom was in it, wearing the same dress she wore tonight, and she said, 'Is it time,' and knocked over a glass."

"Not sure I follow."

"She did it in the dream; tonight she did it for real. The two scenes were identical. You're in danger, Spike. We need to. . . I don't know, but we have to be careful."

"You don't want to go patrolling tonight?"

"Yeah, that would be bad. That's just asking for trouble."

"Look, Buffy, it's a big night. Lot's of vampires will be out."

"So I'll go, and you go inside. Wait for me in my room. You'll be safe there. You're the only vampire who has an invite." He looked like he was about to protest. "Please?" she begged.

He gave in. "Be safe."

Even knowing Spike was inside her house, she worried about him as she patrolled. She did her patrol as quickly as she could. Spike was right. It was a big night. She made a pass by the clubs and bars and must have found half a dozen vampires, each a solitary hunter.

Having decided she'd done her sacred duty for the night, she rushed back home. She found him lying safely in her bed reading, of all things, her English book. He looked up as she came in and put the book aside. She got on the bed with him, and hugged him.

"How'd it go?" he asked her in a hushed voice.

"Okay," she whispered back. "I think I staked six or so. You're all right?"

"Of course. Safe as houses. Nothing to worry about, luv. Really. I'll be fine."

"It's just Angelus almost killed you with that ritual. I'm so scared I'll lose you. And I had all these plans tonight and. . . "

"What sort of plans? I hope you weren't planning on a midnight rendezvous with some handsome devil?" he said with mock offense.

"As a matter of fact, I was," she teased.

She couldn't help but smile. Spike always made her smile. It's part of what she loved about him.

"And what were you and this gentleman of questionable character going to do?" he interrogated her.

"I thought. . . I mean. . . I wanted to, after patrol that is. . . go back to your place and stay the night?"

"And sleep?"

"Eventually. I wanted to. . . you know."

"Think I do. But I need to hear you say it. If you can't say it, pet, you're not ready."

"I want to make love to you. Or am I suppose to say-" he interrupted her with a kiss.

"That'll do just fine," he told her with a smile.

They snuck back out the window and headed back to his place. He had his arm around her, as she pressed herself against him, keeping a look out for anyone or anything dangerous.

As soon as they got inside his apartment, he swept her off her feet and began kissing her. He moved her over to the bed and laid her down on it.

"We don't have to do this," he told her. "If you're not ready-"

"I'm ready. I'm beyond ready." She grabbed his belt and pulled him closer to her. She was scared he'd think she was just a kid, so she tried to act sure of herself. "I want your. . ?" she giggled. Shlong had been the first word to enter her mind. "What am I supposed to call it?" So much for her attempt to act grown up.

He smiled at her and threw his duster across the room. "Little Spike, you mean?"

She giggled again. "Yeah. See, I don't get that. I mean, there's the whole size thing, so why call it little whoever. Doesn't make sense."

He put his knee on the bed next to her; before he fully straddled her. "Don't know. Just do."

He put his hands on either side of her head as she lay against the sheets, finally on his hands and knees above her. Then he bent down to kiss her lightly.

"Say 'dick'," he told her.

She smiled. "Dick," she dutifully repeated and was rewarded with another kiss. This one deeper than the last.

"Say 'cock'."

"Cock."

He kissed her again.

"Say. . . 'little Spike'"

"Little Spike." She giggled on that one.

"Stick with cock."

He lay down on top of her and kissed her. This was the longest kiss of the night. He placed his hand on her cheek then moved it down her body. He gave her breast a little squeeze as it passed over the first mound, then down to her back, her ass, and then thigh. Finally he hooked her leg around his waist. The kiss only ended when she had to break gasping for air.

"And what is it you wanted to do with my cock?" he asked her, the huskiness of his voice sparking little shivers along her scalp.

"I want to hold it," she slid her hand down his chest to cup the growing bulge in his jeans. "Then I want you to put it inside me."

He growled at her, then began to kiss her even more insistently than before. She released his denim-clad cock so that she could undo his zipper. His hard member spilled into her hand and he whimpered with pleasure as she gave it a squeeze. Then, she pushed him back and ended the kiss.

"I want to undress you." Suddenly she was scared she was being too forward. "If that's okay?" she quickly added.

He chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle.

"Anything you want, pet."

She lifted his shirt up off his head, making sure to run her palms all over his chest. She looked at him for a moment - shirtless and with his erection sticking out of the black jeans. It was maybe the yummiest sight she'd ever seen. It made her fingers itch and her mouth water.

She grabbed his belt and unfastened it then began to slide his jeans off of his legs. She couldn't help but admire his well-muscled legs. She'd been too distracted by his cock earlier that morning to take in the rest of him, and the rest was very nice, too.

Then she realized her mistake. She'd forgotten about his boots. She plucked at the laces and pulled them off, then threw the offending footwear aside. She finished with the pants, then looked at her work. He was gorgeous; she wanted to lick him from head to toe.

Before she'd had all the time she wanted to ogle him, he smiled wickedly at her and asked, "My turn?"

She nodded, still enraptured by the way his abs met the dark hair above his cock.

He reached for her and spun her around so that he was behind her. He lifted her hair up and kissed her neck. Then he began to unzip her dress, kissing and tasting her back as he revealed each section of it. She was jealous. Why hadn't she thought about doing that to him?

He pulled the dress over her head and then pressed himself against her back. She felt his erection press against her ass and she moved against him slowly. His hands gripped her hips tightly and he moaned as he dipped his head to kiss her neck again.

He slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders - onc at a time - kissing each shoulder as he did so. His undid the clasp, removed the bra, and tossed it across the room. Then he cupped her breasts. As he did so, he shifted lower so that his cock was now between her legs and began to rub himself against her.

He rolled her breasts in his hands, his thumbs playing with her nipples as his mouth began to work at her neck again. As he did so he mumbled a series of compliments, "So beautiful, so good, Buffy."

She began to move with him. The tip of his cock pressed against her folds, teased her opening, becoming slick with her juices. She reached around behind them to grab his ass with each hand.

"Oh god! Buffy!" he panted.

One of his hands caressed down her torso, allowing one of his fingers to slip inside of her.

"Spike," she gasped.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes. More," she ordered.

A second finger entered her, spreading her further. She began to move harder against his fingers, eager for the sensations they'd filled her with earlier. She squeezed his ass harder. Then to her disappointment he pulled his fingers out and pulled back from her.

She whimpered in disappointment, and released his ass as she looked over her shoulder in confusion at him. He put his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices off of them.

"Lie down," he told her.

Eagerly she did so, excited and nervous about what was coming next. Shyly, she opened her legs for him. He lay across her and kissed her deeply; his tongue explored her as if they'd never kissed before. His fingers went back inside her, and began stroking her inside again.

Once again he began to kiss his way down her body. This time from the front. When he reached her breasts he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. He lightly bit her nipple and her hips surged up off the bed.

"OOOOOH!" she screamed with surprise as her whole body shook with the force of the unexpected orgasm.

When her eyes refocused, she found Spike grinning wickedly at her.

"Well, well, well. Isn't that interesting?" he drawled.

Then he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. After a moment he began to kiss his way lower down her body. Suddenly it occurred to her just what he intended to do.

"That's okay. . . you don't have to. . . "

He looked up, "Want to."

Then his head was between her thighs. He pulled her legs over his shoulders while his fingers continued to work her pussy. Now his thumb moved aside and he blew a shot of air against her clit. She gasped in delight at the sensation; his cold, wet tongue was on her. Sucking her, licking her, worshiping her.

Her body had become so sensitive to his slightest touch that another orgasm was on her almost instantly. She dug her heels into his back as her hands clutched the sheets. She had to push back with everything she had at the feelings that exploded with in her. It was too much. It was unbearable, yet wonderful all at once. His mouth on her was better than anything she'd ever imagined.

When she finally regained control of her limbs, she released the vice grip her legs had on his upper body. As her legs fell away to the sides, she saw two purple bruises on his back, where her heels had been.

"Oh my God. I hurt you." She was horrified. She'd let herself be just a girl for one evening, forgotten she was the Slayer, and she had hurt Spike.

He chuckled and crawled up her body like a jungle cat. Once again he sucked her juices off of his fingers.

"Aren't you the wild one?" She blushed at his words. "Don't worry about it, pet. Nothing wrong with a little pain. You sure seemed to like the nip I gave you earlier."

He cupped her face with one hand and kissed her. She could taste herself on his tongue as it snaked its way into her mouth. His other hand fell to her breast, and her legs wrapped around his waist. She rubbed herself up and down the length of his cock.

She broke off the kiss, gasping for air.

"So, are we going to do this or not?" she teased.

"You got somewhere else to be?" he asked.

He pressed the base of his cock against her clit, eliciting another tortured moan from her.

"I don't want to be anywhere that's not touching you," she said.

He began nuzzling her neck as his hands roamed over her body. She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed his touch.

"Are you stalling?" she asked suddenly.

"Hm?"

"Staling. Putting off the, well, the actual sex. Don't you want to?"

"Oh god, Buffy. I want you so badly, but I don't want to rush you."

She laughed. "We are so past rushing. I'm ready, Spike. I want you. I feel this empty place that you were just made to fit." She paused then looked him right in the eyes. "I love you."

"Love you too, pet. So much it scares me at times."

He kissed her slowly and deeply as his body shifted above her. Then she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes warning her that he was about to begin. Slowly, gently he pushed his way inside her.

She gasped for breath, it was as if he was forcing the air out of her as his cock filled her. It was a little painful, being stretched like that, but it was also wonderful. It fulfilled some unnamed need in her.

He paused. "I'm sorry, pet. This next bit's going to hurt."

She nodded. She didn't have breath to answer verbally. Her insides were fluttering about widely.

"Ah," she cried.

Her fingers dug into his shoulder. She knew it was supposed to hurt, but she was the Slayer, she thought she'd be ready for it. She wasn't. It was over in a moment though, and Spike was inside her up to the hilt. She looked at Spike and saw that his eyes had gone from blue to gold.

More than almost anything that excited her. She didn't care about the pain. Spike had vamped. That loss of self-control on his part made if feel - for the first time - like he was really as passionate about her as she was about him.

He began to move in and out of her slowly. The vacuum that he left when he pulled out made her tingle all over, until she was completed by him filling her once again.

"So good, so hot, so tight," he panted.

Her body began to move in tune to his rhythm. She began to lose herself in his movements. Each time he thrust into her his pelvic bone grazed her clit, sending sparks up her spine. She began to urge him to move a little faster.

His words became unintelligible moans. A sense of triumph went through her at the thought that she was finally making him lose control, that he enjoyed her as much as she enjoyed him. Then her thoughts disappeared as the slow build inside of her burst.

Her body jerked and writhed beneath him as she pulled him over the edge with her. When she stilled, he lay quiet on top of her. After a moment he pushed himself up on his arms.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Perfect," she said with a smile.

Then she realized that something was bothering him.

"What's wrong? Is it me? Did I. . ? Was it not good?"

"No, luv. Nothing like that. You were, you are, wonderful. Nothing's wrong. Promise."

She didn't believe him. Something was wrong. She studied his face for a minute, the golden eyes, the amazing cheekbones, the fangs. Then it hit her.

"Is it the blood? I mean, is there blood?" she asked.

A look that she thought might be shame, crossed his face.

"It's okay," she reassured him. "If you want to. . . taste it. I don't mind. If you want to lick me?" she was still a little embarrassed by the words. And she wondered if he knew that it was partly a selfish request.

She certainly didn't mind him tasting her blood, and the thought of him licking her again down there, made her quiver.

"It really is okay. About the blood. If you want."

He waited a moment, then slowly pulled out of her. He moved down her body one more time, and buried his face back between her legs.

She surrendered once again to the pleasure as he renewed her memory of all power of his mouth. No, she didn't mind him tasting her blood at all.





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