Spike.
Was kissing.
HER FEET
He held one sleek foot up for examination, admiring the midnight black suede of her strappy little sandals.
“ Nice heels, Slayer. Dead sexy.”
Then he planted his soft lips on her exposed arch, slowly licked the top of her little tan foot and proceeded to gently kiss each manicured toe. He moved up to her ankle and gave her a shiver with a soft, wet kiss there. Then traveled up her leg to the inside of her knee, crooking it just so towards his face for the optimum angle. When he slowly sucked that tender, rarely touched flesh Buffy nearly came in her panties. A quiet, humming little moan escaped her.
*Got her.*
He moved on to her inner thigh, tracing the tendon with his long, feline tongue. Spike paused to suck and lick gently at the joint of her thigh and pelvis, the heat of her skin and her delicious, outrageous scent making his cock throb painfully. Buffy squirmed and bit her lower lip, willing herself not to grab his ears and plant his face where it would do the most good.
*Do not think of the evil vampire between your legs.*
Spike smiled wickedly as he backtracked down to her other foot to start over.
*Heh*
She was beginning to think that she’d gone to Hell after all. No Heaven, no re-birth just straight to Hell, do not pass go. He was torturing her, ON PURPOSE! She just knew it. Buffy was starting to catch on to the game at hand though. He was going to make her beg, the bastard! She set her teeth. Let him try.
*Never have me. Never win. Never have me. Never win…*
Her mind set up a chant, and she held onto it for dear life.
*Never…Mmhmm, never…Ah, dammit, never…*
Her body was alive with sensation, every nerve singing with desire. Buffy was sweating with the effort of reigning it all in. She was the fucking Slayer, and she could do this goddammit! Spike’s tongue found it’s way back
to the crux of her thigh and she strangled a scream.
*Never beg you…never need you…never... Never!*
But her body was pulsing with a single thought, and it wasn’t never.
need
It whispered in her veins
Need
It beat in time with her heart
Spike watched her squirm with relish, smirking triumphantly.
*It’s good to be the King.*
Her eyes were closed, brows knit with concentration.
This was going to be delicious. He hovered over her saturated crotch, and breathed purposefully.
NEED, Body announced with conviction.
With anticipatory glee, he lowered his mouth to her hot, sweet cunt and sucked, enjoying the rough texture of the lace against his tongue.
NEED! Body shouted, loud enough for even Spike to hear.
She bucked up to meet his mouth, quite against her will.
*No, no, no…can’t…won’t…*
He was filled with her, surrounded by her. The taste of her tangy, sweet quim, her smell like wild honey and her rich, animal heat… He was getting a contact high from her bloody pheromones. And it was getting harder and harder to control himself. His cock was getting rubbed raw against his sodding zipper, and his traitorous body had started up a chant of it’s own.
WANT! WANT! WANT!
*Shut up, you.*
Spike hoisted both of her legs over his shoulders and buried himself in her saturated pussy. He rubbed his whole face against her, sucking her roughly through the mesh of sheer lace and used his teeth to scrape a tingling path over her sex. She was sobbing against her closed mouth, jaw clenched, trembling with frustration.
Damn but she looked incredible like this – flushed and panting with her hair a wild tumble around her angelic face. If it was possible his dick actually got harder. She might not say the words, but he KNEW. It was eloquent in every line of her body. He could make her come right now without even taking off her panties. He felt like a fucking god, so rarely did he have this kind of power over her. But he was damned if he was gonna stop now. She was going to SAY IT. Spike was gonna make the Slayer beg. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
*Tell me, Slayer*
He lapped at her through the lace, growling with pleasure. That growl nearly finished her off. Knowing that he loved it, loved to devour her, loved to make her come. She could tell by the way he reveled in every part of it. Nothing made her feel sexier or more desirable than a man who worshiped her pussy. The way Spike was worshiping it right now…
*God, don’t think about it…only makes it harder.*
Harder. Like the raging granite erection she could just see peeking a solid half-inch out of the waist of his pants…she moaned despite herself. She could just imagine it sliding inside her right now, slamming against her womb, making her come and come and come…
*Gah! No, bad brain!*
But it was too late. Spike added fingers to her nipples and completed a deeply primal circuit.
NEEEEEED! Body screamed, and thrust itself to meet his mouth.
“God, Fuck…SPIKE!”
He growled into her shivering cunt. Loving the sound of his name like that, all her desire laid bare in her voice.
*Girl’s gonna make me come in my pants if she does that again…*
He knew she hadn’t hit her peak yet, but she was hovering on the edge ready to tumble over. He stopped licking and let his breath wash over her. Rolling her nipple idly between his thumb and forefinger he willed her to say it. Say the words he longed to hear…
*TELL me, Slayer. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me. Say it…*
Buffy shook with pent up energy and raw desire. She could barely form a thought in her head, she was so far gone. What had he done to her? He nuzzled her electrified sex and reached for the other nipple.
*OhGod*!
She was thisclose…why did he stop? What was he waiting for? She whimpered softly, having forgotten herself almost entirely. Nothing mattered but her hungry need now. Buffy thrust her hips towards his tantalizing mouth.
“ Something you want, Luv?”
His voice was oh-so-casual. She bit her lower lip and whined appealingly. He chuckled, charmed by the display.
“ If there’s somethin’ you need, you have only to ask…”
He allowed his voice to drop off seductively. But Buffy shook her head erratically.
*No…not…gonna…*
Spike twisted her nipple with purpose.
“Mmm…aah…” she panted, writhing in ecstatic agony.
“ Tell me, Buffy…”
It was half whisper, half command. He slowly ran his tongue up her soaking cleft, and she rewarded him with a breathless cry, making his cock twitch hungrily.
“ Tell Daddy …”
She whimpered helplessly. He was breaking her, and God help her, she couldn’t stop him. Determined he slid his thumbs under the lacy edges of her little panties, stroking her slick lips.
“ Just tell me, and I’ll give you everything you want, Baby…”
He spread her open gently under the lace …
“Everything you need…”
Exposing her hard little bud, he pressed his long, cat-tongue to her and just barely licked. Buffy threw her head back and howled, making his cock throb painfully.
*Je-sus! Can’t take it much longer. Got to have her soon.*
“ TELL ME!”
It was a command she could not help but obey.
“ Need…”
She faltered - unsteady, unsure.
“What do you need, Baby?”
It was almost a purr. She rose up on her elbows to look into his eyes, and saw the naked hunger there. He needed her to say it, needed her to need HIM. Somehow she found she could no longer deny him. Her green eyes were clear and her voice was strong, she found a strange power in surrendering to him.
“ Need YOU, Spike.”
That was all it took. All he had ever wanted to hear. With a roar he ripped the tiny lace scraps from her hips, and laid his mouth to her exposed sex, drinking her in like a man dying. He relished her every drop and worshipped her rightly, like the goddess she was. His mouth was firm on her aching flesh, tongue stroking her clit in a steady pulse. When he slid his fingers inside her she was devastated by a swift, cataclysmic orgasm.
He rose licking the juices from his fingers, and tore open the fly on his pants, rupturing the zipper in his haste.
“ Fuck it, I’ll just steal another pair.”
They grinned hungrily at each other. Spike shoved the leather down his hips - he could barely do more. He was dying to have her, to be within her. In an instant he was above her, in another he was inside.
*So sweet, so tight, so bloody hot*
She was a fire all around him; incredible pulsating heat encircling his shaft. He gasped with pleasure, almost overwhelmed. He could have come the moment he entered her. On his knees he grabbed her thighs to spread her further then slammed himself home.
“Ah, Fuck...BUFFY!” Her guttural cry soon matched his own.
He crooked her leg over his shoulder; hanging on to the other thigh he sunk himself to the hilt. This was not going to last long so he’d better make it count. He’d worked himself into a frenzy with all that foreplay.
One thing Spike had never counted on in all the time he’d been chasing the Slayer: how much she would turn him on. She’d flipped him like a switch, now he was live, electrified. Everything he did to make her want him only made him want her more. Buffy drove him insane with lust and desire. He was consumed by her - driven to distraction. How many times had he come alone dreaming of her – her face, her body, her scent?
Making love to her had only made it worse, ‘cause now he didn’t have to dream. He fucking KNEW how good it was. Knew what was right in front of him, just out of his reach. It was agony, interspersed with moments of blinding ecstasy – when she deigned to let him near her, to touch her, to love her. Then she’d turn on him in a single motion and take it all away - call him an animal, shame him. Punishing him with her words hurt so much more than her thrashing him ever did. She despised him, used him – he knew it. And it affected his love for her NOT AT ALL. This was all he had, these moments when she would let him have just a little piece of her. If it was only her body and not her heart, he consoled himself that at least he had given her pleasure. She had taken something from him even if it was not his love.
One day she would though, he was sure of it. One day she would return to him all he had given her and more. He knew what she was capable of. He knew her HEART. But for now he’d take what he could get. Not that he was lyin’ down and taking much these days. Every time they shagged she lost a little more control. And now, look who’s in charge, eh? He pounded her hard, rocking his head against her g-spot, and was rewarded with a sharp cry of gratification.
*What’d I tell you?*
Spike set himself to the task at hand. Angling his thrusts to slide along the roof of her pussy, nailing her spongy little g-spot every time. Buffy was panting deliciously. He threw her legs wide and crooked them over his arms. Planting himself firmly with his palms he slammed into her raised pelvis. She gave a feral shout of joy.
“Told you…I’d give you…what you needed…Pet.”
He grinned, panting. If there was something better than this in the wide world he’d yet to come across it. Buffy’s head was thrown back; her eyes screwed shut, mouth wide screaming out her pleasure. He hammered deep inside, hitting her at just the right angle.
*Gonna make you come so hard, Baby*
He was determined to outlast her; no way was she leaving his bed unsatisfied. He pressed her back into the sheets, keeping her legs over his arms. This allowed her body to bear more of his weight freeing his hands for better uses. He ran a thumb along her slippery lips, picking up just enough juice to make it wet. She opened her pretty green eyes at his touch and Spike smiled wickedly, raising a saucy eyebrow. He took pure delight in watching those eyes widen immensely when he stroked his slick thumb over her swollen clit.
“Fuuuuu - UUUUCK!”
It was a luscious animal roar that brought him a hairsbreadth from his own climax. He felt her inner walls start to spasm against his cock. Bloody hell, she was going to kill him - Slayer muscles indeed. He worked her clitoris with fervor, feeling her orgasm building all around him. Her pussy clamped down in a strangle hold and Spike knew he couldn’t hold out but a moment more.
“ Come for me, Buffy.”
She panted breathlessly, insides shuddering, rippling with sensation.
“ NOW.” He ground his thumb down on her sensitive clit.
She came screaming his name. It was a deafening howl that brought on his own orgasm like a thunderbolt. He couldn’t fight the waves crashing over him as he surged into her wet heat, the words he wasn’t allowed to say tumbling in his mind.
*God, Buffy, love you, Buffy, love you so much…*
He thrust into her with an agonized cry, feeling her come again, then again. The sheer force of it threatened to drag him into unconsciousness. There was nothing but HER now, her body, her scent, the sound of her pleasure.
*Drowning, I’m drowning again…*
And he knew he was lost in that moment. Lost the game, lost the plot, lost his very self. There was nothing but Buffy, and he knew he would do anything and everything for her from now on. Whatever small pride he’d had left was overwhelmed and out-voted by this mad, irrational devotion. Damn her, she’d gotten him AGAIN. Tried to teach her a lesson, break that iron will of hers a little. But as usual he was left wanting, needing, more of her. Everything he did to try to win her only made him more fully her own. Maybe she was right – he WAS in love with pain. The exquisite, unbearable pain of loving her. He was addicted to it, as he was to everything about her. The fucking, the fighting, the evil tenderness she brought out in him. He was absolutely damned, condemned by her to a hell worse than anything God could imagine for him. But he couldn’t stop, didn’t know if he would stop if he could.
*I bloody well love you, Summers. And if it damns me forever than so be it. I’d sell my soul all over again to hear you say my name like that just ONCE more…*
Spike made his peace with Fate. If this was his lot, so be it. At least he had her. What little she gave him was the best he’d ever had. Each small dollop of love or affection was like sunshine down from Heaven. Christ knows what he’d do if she ever really loved him.
*Probably burn up from the inside out, I expect.*
One day she would be the death of him, he knew. But until then, why not feast and make merry, eh? Carpe Diem and all that shite. He grinned wolfishly.
*Let’s see how fast I can make you come again, Pet.*
And he set himself to drowning again.
The pleasure was too much for Buffy; it was all too intense, too real. He’d made her beg. She had surrendered herself so easily. It terrified her. But it was so, so good she wanted to weep too. She came here to feel something, didn’t she? And what did Mom always say? “ Careful what you wish for, Buffy. You just might get it.” Oh yeah – she was getting it all right. She just wasn’t prepared for her own reaction. But then again she was NEVER prepared for Spike. He was…what was that word Willow used? Unquantifiable. If she thought he’d do one thing, he did something unexpectedly else. Tell him it was night out, he’d insist it was day, then prove it. She could never get a bead on him. Hell, the last thing in the world she’d expected Spike to do was fall in love with her. I mean it was absurd - a vampire in love with a Slayer…um, except for that whole Angel thing… But he had a soul, and Spike didn’t and what business did he have loving her anyway? Making her feel all guilty and crazy and longy for him, and she’d never asked him for any of it. And hey…what was he doing?
*I can’t believe he’s still hard*
But there he was, *(after all that!?)* Like the damn Energizer bunny - takes a licking and keeps on ticking…or was that the luggage guys? Her first impulse was to push him off, make him stop. She was already feeling too much and this whole thing was just WAY out of control. And it was for her to say, right? It was her thing, and her decision…only it never really worked out that way. He faked right and then went left and now he was INSIDE. Somehow he always got past her defenses. When no one else could, when Willow, Xander, Giles, Mom and even Dawn were all on the outside of her barricades and comfortably far away - there was Spike, weaseling his way under the walls.
He was always there like a…like a…wart or a mole or something. Yes, a big, ugly mole that only got bigger and uglier every year until you had to get the damned thing removed. Only she couldn’t get him removed and…and… really he wasn’t like that at all. He wasn’t ugly; he was making a beautiful face right now in fact, smiling down at her like an angel. And why did he have to be so gorgeous and irresistible anyway? Making everything so crazily complicated, as if it wasn’t enough that he could just TOUCH her anywhere at anytime and she would turn into a puddle. Knees getting jello-y and skin heating up. Like that didn’t suck, him just laying his hand casually on her shoulder saying “The bad guys are this way, Pet” and she’d go all floopy. He interfered with her work, and her life, and just everything! And how was she supposed to date a real guy again after this exactly? Like what living guy could keep his dick hard that long, or make her feel like he did, or touch her and make her go all floopy, and okay, so she liked it.
*Never, ever tell him that.*
Her mind warned. Like she ever would ‘cause that would go over well. He would never, ever, ever leave her alone after that. Not that she wanted him to –
*Oh! How does he make me do that?! I don’t want that, not that way. I’M supposed to be in control and using him as my gigolo or whatever.*
Like that movie she watched with Mom, when Richard Gere was all young and hot.
*Yes, Spike is my gigolo, only I don’t even ever have to pay him – he just comes to me whenever I want. And helps me whenever I want. And takes care of Dawn, even when I wasn’t here to see…*
But he’s evil right? Undead and soulless and evil. And if it wasn’t for that chip in his head he’d be out killing right now…right? RIGHT?! Except, except… maybe he wouldn’t. And if he didn’t have any soul at all how did he love her? Because he did, didn’t he?
*Didn’t he, Buffy?*
Her brain waited patiently for her to catch up. For this new information to sink in.
*Oh shit. He does! He really does.*
And here he was ever so gently attending to her, kissing her stomach, loving her body. Showing her his feelings in actions instead of words. Because it was the only way she’d let him. Whatever bravado he put on, whatever arrogance and “ Hey, I’m the Big Bad in control here ” show he started out with – it always ended in this. Even that night – THE night, when they’d brought the house down. He had ended up telling her how much he loved her, and …* making love to her.*
*No, don’t deny it*.
Okay yes, making love to her. He had touched her with reverence; he had held her with tenderness. Spike had loved her, he had said it and shown it that night in the dark. Right up until morning, when she had rejected him, hit him and run away. So now he wouldn’t say it – because he was afraid of losing her. Afraid that she would take it all away. That she would leave him. Buffy felt her heart contract, she knew THAT pain intimately. She knew exactly what it was like to be abandoned. ‘Cause how many times had it happened to her? How many had walked away leaving her shattered and crying? And here she was doing it to him over and over and over…
*God I am SUCH a bitch!*
She had denied him and hurt him, kicked him and used him. But he was still here. He was either very brave or very stupid. She smiled – that was Spike to a T actually: Brave AND stupid, in pretty much every way.
*Brave little toaster*
She felt a swell of affection for him, and her heart opened up, just the tiniest bit. Would it be so bad? Maybe, not to love him (Lord knows she wasn’t ready for that), but to let him love her? Spike was gently tracing the curve of her hip with his tongue, making her sigh with pleasure. He was beautiful. And damn talented – no one had ever even come close to making her feel this way.
*(Not even Angel)*
Not that she was admitting it to anyone, or even herself really. And he had stayed with Drusilla for over a century, the man could commit. Not a big chance of him leaving her… Hmmm…could she do it? Could she simply allow him to love her, and MAYBE keep herself open to the faint possibility that she could love him? He looked up at her from his place between her thighs, his devotion to her raw on his face. Buffy studied him carefully, for once actually SEEING him – his passion, his suffering, his love. In that moment she thought that maybe, just maybe she could. Then his long, seeking tongue found the center of heat it was looking for. He smiled at her wickedly and bent to his work and Buffy ceased to think anything at all …
The End
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