** I must preface this with a disclaimer: I do not, in any way, speak French. (Except for an extremely naughty phrase or two I picked up from my highschool boyfriend...but I digress) I do however, love this fucking song, and felt compelled to include it (read the chappie and you'll know why.) I did my level best to find accurate spellings for the words and a decent English translation for the lyric - which you'll find at the end.
In conclusion if you are French, or merely a snotty intellectual type - DO NOT write me letters. I don't care. I tried, and am satisfied. That is all.
PS - If you've never heard this song before (you heathen) go forth and download it now - I command you... Seriously, you'll be glad ya did. It is muy caliente... **
Chapter Thirty Two ~ Hungry For You ( j'aurais toujours faim de toi)
“ Rien de dormier cette nuit
Je veux de toi
Jusque'a` ce que je sois sec
Mais nos corps sont tout mouille's
Comple'tement couvert de sueur
Nous nous noyons dans la mare'e
Je n'ai aucun de'sir
Tu as ravage' mon coeur
Et mois j'ai bu ton sang
No matter what I do
I’m still hungry for you.
No matter what I do
I’m still hungry for you…”
~ The Police*
Aphrodite smiled with deep satisfaction at the freshly mated pair as Eros goggled in awe at her side.
It was precisely how she said it would be. Once faced with the true reality of a “normal life” the Slayer had gone running from it - right into the arms of her intended. This only proved his theory that the Slayer and vampire were meant to be - in any Universe. Eros might just make it a point to see that it was so… It certainly seemed to please the Powers That Be, who were practically humming with approval.
His only question was how this muddle was going to work itself out. Was the Slayer to be forever trapped here – and what of the other, the one that actually belonged here? And the Key? Was it to go unprotected? He sighed, head swimming. His mother had set machinations in motion so complex that it tied his brain in knots trying to make sense of it all. He was far outclassed by the goddess who now stood at his side, quietly gloating.
*Big guns indeed.*
And so much for a simple love match - when he’d been drawn to the vampire’s brightly burning heartlight he had no idea it was at the behest of the Powers. Manipulating bastards that they were… Though he supposed it was all for the best possible cause. Aphrodite had given him a brief glimpse of the battle to come: a legion of primordial vampires, Sunnydale a ruined crater in the earth, and The First’s true face. He shuddered at the memory.
His final vision had been the death of the vampire. Burnt to ash for the chance to be a true champion, to be worthy at last of her love - yet not even accepting it in his final moments, her whispered “I love you” met with denial. He could not help his tears then. Such a waste of Love! Such a waste of a sparkling soul – the initial glimmers of which drew him to this earthly plane in the beginning.
Eros was more determined than ever to see this through.
However long it took – the vampire and Slayer would be as one…
He would make sure of it.
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Buffy and Spike lay side by side in dozy contentment, happy to simply be together for the moment. It had been a long journey to get to this place and it was such a new and fragile thing between them yet. They both knew it could be over in the blink of an eye – Buffy whisked away to her own world, with neither of them able to have a say in the matter. Privately Spike thought the PTB had a bloody helluva lot to answer for.
*Wankers. If only I could get my hands on one or two of ‘em…*
He smiled sinisterly to himself at the thought.
*They better pray I never make it up there.*
Buffy caught his evil smirk and raised a questioning eyebrow his way.
“ I know that look. That’s your “Up to No Good’ look.”
“ Who? Me?” He played innocent. “I’m just lyin’ here mindin’ my own business.”
She rose up on one elbow, resting her head in her hand.
“ Uh huh. Tell me another one, Spikey.”
He looked taken aback.
“ Hey, don’t go callin’ me that now. Harm used ta -”
“ Would you prefer Blondie Bear?”
She batted her eyelashes at him ingenuously.
He gave her a low growl.
“ Oh you are just ASKIN' for trouble, Princess.”
She sat up and put her hands on her knees.
“ Ya think so?” she asked in a mock-serious tone.
He nodded, a dangerous glint in his eye.
“ Why is that…Peaches?”
He sat up, indignant.
“Oi! Now that one was below the belt.”
She nodded agreeably, slipping quickly from the bed.
“Wasn’t it just?”
“ That’s it. Time to pay the piper.”
He leapt across the bed and grabbed her, but she managed to wiggle her way out of his grasp. With enhanced Slayer speed she made a dash for the ladder, but he was too quick for her. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to the large four-poster.
“ Someone needs to be taught her manners.”
And he dumped her unceremoniously onto the mattress. Spike settled himself down on the edge of the bed comfortably and hauled her up over his knee before she could get away again.
“ What’re you up to?”
She asked suspiciously.
“ Teaching you not to play with fire.”
Buffy smiled at him winningly.
“ But I like fire. Fire pretty.”
He cocked his eyebrow at her.
The first swat caught her off guard.
“ Hey, Spike – not funny!”
“ Maybe not for you…”
He smacked her again on the other cheek.
“ Ow!”
“ What’s a matter, Slayer? Can’t take it?”
“ Oh, you are so gonna get it when-”
Smack!
“ HEY!”
He was grinning from ear to ear.
“ Spike …” her voice held a warning tone he cheerfully ignored, delivering yet another well placed slap to her lovely bum. Buffy began squirming madly in his grasp, but he wasn’t about to let her get away - he was having entirely too much fun. “ You’d…better…let me…go.”
She threatened him between wriggles.
“ Now what kind of man would I be ignorin’ your education like that?”
Whap!
Buffy was flushed and panting now as she struggled vainly to free herself from his iron grip. Spike thought she’d never looked lovelier. Her hair was mussed, her chest was heaving and she was covered in a light sheen of perspiration – no wonder he was hard. Her eyes widened when she felt his erection poking her in the belly.
“ You gianormous perv ! You’re getting off on this!”
He chuckled lasciviously at that and slid his hand in a seductive caress over her upturned ass.
“ How could I not be?”
His hands continued to wander over her vulnerable self, one making its way into her open shirt. He palmed a perfect peach breast and skated his thumb over her already hardened nipple. Buffy bit down on her lower lip to contain her groan.
“ ‘Sides – ‘M not the only one now am I?”
She closed her mouth with an obstinate snap.
*So not giving him the satisfaction.*
Spike chuckled to himself. He adored that stubborn streak – made it so much fun to tame her. His questing hand found its way inside her bra cupping her sweet breast, flesh to flesh.
Buffy inhaled sharply through her nose; mouth intractably sealed against her whimper of enjoyment. He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger while his other hand made its way back to her pert behind; forced into the air by the position she was in. He circled each cheek in turn with a slow teasing stroke and just as she was relaxing into his touch –
Spank!
“Ow! What-”
And he gave her nipple a sharp tweak, this time she couldn’t contain the breathless moan that escaped her.
Back to slow caresses, alternating with fondling her breasts and nipples and just when she was lost to his seduction - a sharp, tingling smack. He did it again and again, until she was dizzy with sensation.
Buffy was on fire, her body a confused tangle of feelings, pain and pleasure blurring into each other until she couldn’t tell the difference and didn’t care. When he slid his hand between her damp thighs she couldn’t keep herself from arching into it..
“Oh God…”
Was all she could manage at the moment.
“ Like that, Kitten?” He rubbed her forcefully through her jeans until she cried out. “ Knew you did.” His voice was a low growl in her ear, making her shudder. He pulled back for a stinging slap and she cried out again.
Christ, she was wet. He could feel her arousal soaking through her jeans and the scent of it hung in the air like the world’s most intoxicating perfume. He wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes from her body and bury himself to the hilt inside her. But he was determined to break her yet. The only question was whether he would snap before she did. He never could control himself when it came to Buffy.
“You like it don’t you, Baby?” She bit her lip, not quite ready to give in yet. Spike couldn’t help but smile at her obstinacy. He went back to working her breasts over, enjoying the weight of them filling his hand. He took each nipple one at a time, alternating teasing caresses and sharp tweaks until she was whimpering behind her gritted teeth. And just when he felt she’d had all she could take, he aimed a solid smack low on her ass, just up against her sensitized sex. She rewarded him with a throaty moan of pleasure that made his dick throb inside his jeans.
She was almost there.
Spike grinned wolfishly, knowing he was close to her sweet surrender. It was going to be so very delicious when she did. He couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying having the upper hand with Buffy for a change. So rarely did he have this kind of power over her. It seemed he was always the one on his knees…
*Not for long.*
He slipped his hands in between her thighs again and stroked along the center seam of her jeans. He used the material to its best advantage pressing it into her cleft and rubbing it against her clit.
“ Know you like it, Kitten.”
His voice was a seductive purr.
“ Know you want it.”
He increased the pressure and ground down in concentric circles.
“ Just give in. Tell Daddy what you like…”
He added fingers to her nipples
“… What you want.”
Buffy shuddered helplessly under his hands, the combination of his hypnotic voice and talented hands driving her to the brink of orgasm, even through her clothes.
*What has he done to me?*
“ Then I’ll make it all better.”
He felt her body tense, she was building up to a climax already. He upped his pace.
“Give you just what you need.”
He felt her tremble on the precipice – the right touch from him would send her over. So he pulled his hand from between her damp and shivering thighs to give her one last spank.
Smack!
Right between her spread legs. He added a few more for effect across her sweetly upturned ass. (How could he resist?) Listening with delight to the animal grunts and groans each strike produced. She was a whimpering mass of need by the time he was done with her. She had no thought but to end her torment and gain relief. Her nerves were buzzing with pent up arousal. She pushed back into his hand to try to gain some friction. So when he asked her again;
“You like it don’t you, Buffy? Like it just as much as I do…”
She almost sobbed from the overwhelming sensations flooding her.
“ Yes…” Was a strangled whisper, her acquiescence barely audible.
But Spike heard her all the same.
With a hungry growl of satisfaction he pulled her upright and onto his lap in one swift movement. Flush to his chest, she was facing away from him, her breasts and sex easily accessible to his roving hands. Under her open shirt he effortlessly unhooked her bra. Taking her breasts in both hands he ground himself up into her sultry heat.
“ This what you want, Pet?”
She could do little more than whimper.
His hands found their way to the clasp of her low cut jeans and unbuttoned her with a casual flick. She gasped as his cool fingers came into contact with her hot, sensitive flesh.
“ So wet for me, Baby.”
He murmured into her ear. He leaned her forward, forcing her legs wide and slid his hand down into her jeans, fingers entering her before she could catch her breath. And if this wasn’t enough to put her senses on overload, his other hand came up to play with her already tender nipples.
“ No, Spike…can’t…” She wavered, overwhelmed.
“ Shhh, Baby. Gonna make it so good for you.”
He thumbed her clit then, playing her like his favorite musical instrument. Knowing just what string to pluck to get the note he wanted.
*Too much, too much!*
She couldn’t take it. She was so revved up from the spanking and touching and now his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She’d lost all control over herself and the situation and now she was far too gone to regain it. Spike spun her to face him then, settling her on his lap again before he renewed his assault. He slid three fingers inside her, filling her, stretching her – while he studied her face with hungry intent, devouring her look of abandoned pleasure.
Fuck. She was gonna come. Two minutes with just his hands and she was going to come. Was that even physically possible? Apparently it was – as his thumb ground down on her again she felt her body let go like a roman candle on a hot July night.
“ God! Spike… Coming…”
And she rode her orgasm out, his fingers thrusting deep to find that sweet spot inside that sent her off again… and again. He pulled her tight to him and kissed her as she spasmed around his hand.
She was a total wreck. Sweating, clothes askew, bra dangling from one arm – traces of mascara under her eyes and panting like a dog.
He had never wanted her more.
Spike drove his fingers into her one last time as he kissed her greedily. He wanted every ounce of her pleasure, every drop – all for himself. He leaned in to capture a rosy nipple in his mouth. Buffy gave a guttural cry and arched her back, fingers digging painfully into his shoulders as she bucked against him. She was coming again – and he was this close to joining her. The way she was riding him right now, the primal look of gratification on her face – knowing it was him making her feel that way. She wouldn’t even have to touch him – if she just said his name like that one more time …
Buffy pushed his hand away, unable to take even one second more of his attentions. She surprised him by shoving him back onto the bed with a low, animal growl - his shirt was rucked up around his neck and half way off before he could think what was happening. When it caught on one arm she simply tore it free and threw it to the floor. She pinned his wrists to the bed and kissed him fiercely, biting his lip and nipping his jaw as she made her way down his torso. He felt the scrape of her teeth against his neck and struggled for control of his over-stimulated body.
And then she bit him,
REALLY bit him.
Thank God it was only his shoulder, or it would’ve been all over. As it was, he couldn’t contain the roar that escaped him or keep himself from grinding into her roughly. He was only just containing his demon at the moment. It wanted out and it wanted Buffy – right the fuck now. Spike clamped down internally, keeping the bastard barely in check. At least it gave him a distraction from wanting to come in his pants.
Buffy gave a sharp bite to his pectoral muscle and covered his nipple with her mouth. He moved to pull her up to him tangling his hand in her hair, but she pushed it down on to the bed, pinning him there.
Fuck, but she was turning him on.
He never knew she could be like this – hoped maybe, but he’d never had occasion to see it. Now he was getting the floorshow, and loving every minute. Buffy nipped at his other nipple and gave it a thorough tonguing. She sucked it into her mouth and then licked her way down his stomach while he groaned. She paused to dip her tongue into his navel making his hips jump involuntarily. Spike was thisfar from begging her to do…well, anything really. Touch him just a little, lick him, suck him – anything, everything. Just do it soon. She stopped at the fly of his black jeans, nuzzling his stomach.
“ You like it, don’t you, Baby?”
*Shit.*
He was in serious trouble.
*"Although you have had enough tonight
I want you until I am satisfied
Our bodies are all wet
Completely covered with sweat
We are drowning in its pool
I still desire you
You ravish my heart
I drink your blood
No matter what I do
I'm still hungry for you…"
English Translation by Bashir at Stingetc.com
** Okay, is it me or is this story just getting pornier and pornier? I like the smut what can I say? ;p And apparently some of you like it too 'cause I'm up for 3 (count 'em) more awards.
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*SMOOCH!* Rosie xoxoxox **
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