A/N Spike can be a jerk in this story. He’s not abusive, he’s simply mean in a couple of chapters. If you don’t like that side of Spike, it’s very simple, don’t read! This story was originally going to be much darker, but I toned it down a lot!
Chapter 1 – Almost Perfect
Buffy Summers slowly walked through the double doors of her penthouse
apartment, tossing her keys down on the small, ornate table that rested by
the door. She turned and carefully walked down the two steps that led to
the spacious living room of the apartment, before turning to her left, her heels
clacking on the polished hardwood floor as she walked toward the master
bedroom. With a sigh, she threw her packages and bags down on the
four-poster bed that stood against one wall.
Turning toward the door that led to the master bathroom, Buffy caught a
glimpse of herself in the antique mirror that hung above her dresser.
“You look tired, Summers,” she whispered to herself, taking in the dark
shadows under her eyes and her pale face. She would definitely have to get
out more. She lived in California, but there was no hint of a tan on her
body. Her apartment complex was even on the beach, but that summer, Buffy rarely left
the confines of her home unless it was to go shop. She didn’t really have a reason for staying
inside- she just chose to.
Shaking her head, Buffy pushed through the bathroom door, shedding her
clothes as she turned the taps on the large whirlpool tub. Wrapping herself
in her silk robe, she pulled her hair up into a clip while the tub slowly
filled. Buffy quickly added bubbles and bath salts before walking back into
the bedroom.
She could see the ocean waves crashing against the shore as she stood and
looked out one of the picture windows.
“I’ll go out today,” Buffy said with a firm nod. “I’ll do something besides
shop for a change.”
Of course, it wasn’t her money. It was his. The apartment was his. Hell,
she even felt like she was his.
She hadn’t seen Spike in while, but she knew he was busy with work. He
always made an effort to see her a few times a week, no matter how busy he
was.
Buffy stepped away from the window, going over to the bed and opening
several bags. Most were from Victoria’s Secret, her favorite store. She
pulled out several of the undergarments. Various styles and fabrics.
Different colors and textures. Buffy didn’t have a lot of preference when it
came to that store.
Buffy held up the black sheer mesh babydoll with the high cut sides and
strappy details. The matching thong completed the ensemble. Buffy looked
through the rest of her purchases- slips, chemises, numerous other
babydolls, gowns. Everything was purchased with Spike in mind. She knew
that he would appreciate the effort, even if he wasn’t around as often as
she preferred.
Laying everything out on the bed, Buffy turned and headed back into the
bathroom. The tub was almost filled, and Buffy inhaled the relaxing sent of
rosemary as it wafted up from the water.
She gasped when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist.
“Hey, baby,” a husky voice whispered before she felt him kiss her shoulder.
Buffy smiled, relaxing in Spike’s arms. “I didn’t know you were coming over
today,” she said, snuggling further into his embrace.
Spike smiled, his hands dropping down to play with the sash of her robe,
slowly loosening it. “I took an early lunch,” he said, leaving slow, lazy
kisses along her neck as the robe parted, his hands sliding upward to cup
her bare breasts. “Make that a long lunch,” he whispered, a smile in his
voice as Buffy moaned against him, pushing herself into him and feeling his
prominent erection against her lower back. “Feel like company in there,
kitten?” he asked, gesturing toward the tub.
Buffy didn’t answer as she turned in his arms and began loosening the tie
around his neck and simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt.
Spike smiled as Buffy bit her lip in concentration, giving her an innocent
look. “You’ve been busy today, pet,” he said, gesturing to the bedroom.
“I’ll have to get a fashion show.”
Buffy looked up and smiled when she saw the smirk on his lips. “Do you
think you could make it through the first thing I put on?”
“Probably not,” Spike replied with a shrug as he slid the robe from her
shoulders. “But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?” he asked with a smile.
“I suppose so,” Buffy said, her hands traveling to work on his belt as Spike
leaned over to shut off the water.
Once Buffy had successfully stripped him of every amount of clothing, she
stepped back and admired the lean, muscular body. Spike stepped forward,
wrapping his arms around her as her hands automatically rested on his chest.
Leaning down for a gentle kiss, Buffy squealed with the unexpected feeling
of being lifted up.
Spike’s lips stayed fused to hers as he stepped over the edge of the huge
tub and quickly sat down with Buffy straddling his lap. Both moaned as the
hot water immersed their bodies, soothing both of them, as Buffy wrapped her
hands around his neck, pulling him closer as he kissed her, feeling his
hands running the length of her thigh to settle at her waist, raising her
slightly.
Buffy gasped suddenly as she felt herself lowered onto his hard shaft,
moaning at the contact as she thrust herself down on him, imbedding him
completely inside her. Her gaze slowly lowered to Spike’s. She watched him
as she began moving against him, his lust-filled eyes watching her as his
hands ran over her wet body. Buffy moaned as she felt him thrust into her,
her fingernails clawing at his glistening chest, careful not to scratch him
as she moved.
Without warning, Spike sat up, effectively changing the angle of his
penetration. He smiled at the cry that Buffy let out as she threw her head
back in bliss. His lips immediately went to her neck as he trailed downward,
leaving soft kisses in his wake. Her hands went to the back of his head as
his tongue lightly circled a nipple before latching on.
Buffy sped up her movements, craving more friction, as Spike’s arms wrapped
around her body, pulling her closer to him. Buffy moaned in frustration as
her movements were stalled.
“Spike,” she whispered, trying desperately to break his hold on her so she
could move freely. “What are you doing?”
“Easy, kitten,” he replied in a hoarse voice. “Have I ever left you
unsatisfied?”
Buffy was able to relax slightly at his words. No, he had never left her
unsatisfied. If anything, he always left her overly satisfied, if such a
thing were possible. He was never completely happy with their time together until
she had at least three orgasms. Buffy wasn’t sure what drove him to give
her such a thorough seeing to, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to argue.
Buffy moaned again as his hands went to her waist, raising her slightly to
give him more movement as he moved in and out of her with an agonizingly
slow pace. Buffy pushed against him as much as she could, her breathing
becoming more labored as she stared into Spike’s eyes, always amazed at the
connection she felt whenever she looked into the sapphire pools.
“Spike, I-I need you,” she whispered in a strained voice. She felt an
enormous sense of relief as Spike let his hands fall away, giving her free
reign to let her move. Buffy’s hands immediately braced against his chest
as she sped up her thrusts, rolling her hips against his as she felt the
beginning of her climax.
Spike seemed to sense the change as well, grabbing her hips again, only this
time it was to assist her, fully pulling out of her and slamming back in at
full force until he felt her inner muscles begin to squeeze him in a
strangling hold. Buffy gasped, seconds before her orgasm crashed into her.
Clutching at Spike as if her life depended on it, she screamed out her
release, arching her back as she felt him begin to spill himself within her
while clutching her in an iron grip.
Both gasped for air as they slowly began to come down. Buffy lowered her
head to rest on his shoulder as Spike ran his hands over her back, gently
playing with the damp tendrils that had escaped the clip.
“That was…” Buffy trailed off in a breathless whisper.
“Yeah,” Spike whispered, knowing what she meant.
* * * * *
Two hours (and four orgasms) later, the lovers lay curled up in the center of
the huge bed, limbs intertwined. Buffy could sense the change in his mood
as his breathing changed. She knew that he was preparing to leave, and she
couldn’t help the sigh that escaped when he kissed the top of her head, his
universal sign that he was about to get up and leave her cold and alone.
Just as Buffy thought, seconds later, Spike was climbing out of the bed and
walking to the bathroom to collect his clothes. Buffy modestly pulled the
sheets up over her chest as she propped her head up on one hand.
“Do you have to go?” she asked as Spike reappeared a few minutes later,
buttoning his shirt as he walked.
“You know I do, baby,” he said, offering her a small smile in the reflection
of the mirror as he began working on his tie.
“You never stay,” Buffy said softly as she avoided his eyes, tracing erratic
patterns on the bed-sheets.
“Buffy,” he said in a warning tone. “We’ve been over this. You know as
well as I do that-“
“That what we have is a good thing, and it’s all you can offer me right now,”
Buffy interrupted, rolling her eyes at the speech that she had heard all too
often since they met six months ago.
“Buffy…”
“No, I understand,” Buffy said, never meeting his gaze.
“Do you?”
Finally looking up, Buffy tried to disguise the hurt in her eyes as she
nodded. “You know I do,” she whispered softly.
“Okay,” Spike said, sliding on his tailor-made coat as he bent to give her a
farewell kiss. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“That long?” Buffy asked with a pout that caused Spike to smile and kiss her
again.
“Tonight, then.” Spike’s smile broadened when he saw Buffy’s eyes light up.
“I’ll see you soon, luv.”
Buffy watched as Spike walked out of the bedroom, waiting until she heard
the click of the front door before she let the tears come to her eyes.
Laying her head back on one of the many down pillows, Buffy stared up at the
ceiling. She and Spike really did have a good thing. She knew that he
cared for her, even if he didn’t admit to loving her. Love would have to
wait, and Buffy knew it. Yes, they would have a great relationship…if he
didn’t go home to his wife every night.
A/N Please let me know what you think!
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