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Chapter Thirty Five ~ Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
“Good times for a change.
See the luck I’ve had, can make a good man turn bad.
So please, please, please let me, let me, let me, let me get what I want this time.
Haven’t had a dream in a long time.
See the life I’ve had, can make a good man bad.
So for once in my life let me get what I want.
Lord knows it would be the first time.
Lord knows it would be the first time...”
~ The Smiths
For a vampire and Slayer they were surprisingly tender. Eros hadn’t expected that. But here they were cuddled up like sweethearts – reminiscent of every other couple since time began. It seemed Love was the same everywhere you went. The thought warmed his heart, knowing that Love was a constant force in an ever-changing Universe.
His mother on the other hand, seemed bent on chaos. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what she was up to. Had they not completed the mission? The pair were well on their way to being mated. Should they not be returning the Slayer to her own place now?
But it seemed Aphrodite had other plans…
And it was beginning to worry him.
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The Vampire held his Slayer in deep contentment, feeling as if he could stay this way forever. This was enough for him - to have her, hold her, to be by her side. Knowing that she loved him and needed him too. He had never dared to hope for so much. Spike found himself surprisingly and deeply grateful.
Buffy snuggled into his chest with a drowsy little hum. He smiled.
“Feeling better, Kitten?”
“Mmmm.”
“ Is that a ‘yes’?” He asked chuckling.
“ Mmmhmm.”
She nodded comfortably, not bothering to open her eyes.
“Bet I know what would make you feel even better…” He enticed, fishing for a response from the sleepy girl at his side. She peeled one eye open to look at him.
“ Hmmm…chocolate?” She asked hopefully.
“ Nope.”
She sat up slightly, curiosity piqued.
“ Um…Frivolous shoe buying?”
“ No.” He laughed.
Buffy seemed to consider her next guess thoughtfully;
“ How ‘bout multiple orgasms?”
“ No – well actually, now that you mention it…”
And he rolled her on her back and began kissing her neck.
“ Wait – you WEREN'T gonna say sex?” She asked, shocked.
He shook his head and went immediately back to nibbling her ear.
“ No, but I like your idea much, much better.”
And his hand wormed its way under her shirt to molest her further.
“ Then what were you gonna say?” She asked, trying to ignore his attempts at seduction.
He was busy unbuttoning her blouse.
“ Hmmm?”
And kissing her belly.
“ Spike?”
*Oooo, lookit all the goodies…*
He just loved that sheer bra, it showcased her gorgeous tits perfectly.
“ Mmmmm.”
He nuzzled a nipple with deep affection.
“ Spike!” She gave him a playful shove. “TELL me!”
*Stubborn bint can’t ever let a bleedin’ thing go…*
“ Alright, alright!” He groused. “ Quit yer pushin’ and I’ll tell ya.”
“So?” She looked at him expectantly. Spike sighed and pulled himself off of her, sitting back on the bed.
“ Impatient little chit…” He grumbled, only half-serious. “I was GOIN' to say patrol.”
“ Ooo! Patrol...” And she got that malevolent gleam in her eye that meant death to evildoers everywhere.
“ So you like patrol better than sex with me, eh?” He pouted.
She gave him an indulgent smile and crawled into his lap.
“ Silly vampire, NOTHING is better than sex with you and you know it.”
He seemed unconvinced.
“ Even though we haven’t actually…” He trailed off, looking fretful.
*How cute is this? Insecure Spike – who knew?*
“ Yes, even though we haven’t actually.” She reassured him. Looping her arms around his neck she looked him in the eye. “Spike, Sweetie – how can you not know that you’re the best I’ve ever had? It took half an hour for my toes to uncurl this morning.”
He narrowed his eyes at her petulantly.
“Just this morning?”
“ And this afternoon and probably tonight at least twice.”
She kissed the tip of his nose.
“ Only twice?” He asked, pushing it.
“ Oh my GOD, you are the absolute worst!” She hit him with the nearest pillow.
“ You love it, Baby.” He gave her his patented sexy smirk, tongue curling to touch his front teeth.
“ Who’s the Big Bad, eh?” And he pushed her back down on the bed by slow-crawling up her body.
“ More like a Big Bad pain in my ass.” She grumbled, trying not to give in.
He raised a wayward brow at her.
“ That could be arranged, Love…”
“ Oh!” She huffed, rolling him off of her. “You’ve got the dirtiest mind ever!”
“ Yeah.” He flashed her his cockiest grin. “Ain’t it great?”
Buffy couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“ So I’m told.” He crooked his finger at her with a sly smile. “Now c’mere an’ kiss me.”
“ Alright, but only for a minute. Then I’m dragging your bad ass out on patrol.”
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‘A minute’ turned into a half-hour makeout session which Buffy could not bring herself to regret in the least – in spite of her eagerness to get out on patrol. She was itchy for some action of the violent variety - it was the one area she was feeling deprived these days.
She was surprised to find how content she was at the moment actually. Given her current circumstances she should be climbing the walls. Yet here she was happy as can be, still pleasantly buzzing from the after-effects of Spike’s kisses.
*And hands. Don’t forget the hands.*
The man was damn talented - passionate and skilled as she could ever hope for in a lover. Not to metion sweet, thoughtful and romantic...How did she get so lucky?
*Who knows? Who cares? As long as he’s mine.*
She smiled with genuine pleasure at that. He was hers, as she most definitely was his. In the midst of a very chaotic life, this was the one thing that made sense. It was kinda amazing really, that in the middle of this whole mess they should find their way to each other.
“ I love you you know.” She said seriously, looking up at him from her place at his side.
“Yeah?” He asked, still surprised and pleased to hear it. He stopped in front of her and took her in his arms. “ Love you too, Princess.”
“ I like it when you call me that.” She said, moving in for a kiss.
“ S’what you are.” He replied huskily. “ My Princess, My Queen.”
She twined her arms around his neck pulling him closer.
“Careful. That sounds like pedestal talk, Mister.” She smiled and kissed him again. “I’ve been known to fall from pedestals…”
“ Well then. I promise only to raise you high enough…” He grinned, pausing for the punchline;
“ So’s I can look up your skirt.”
She giggled at him prettily and he took her hand to kiss it.
“ C’mon now, Queenie – let’s go find you somethin’ to slay.”
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Faith had been looking for him for almost an hour, and she was starting to get worried.
What if he left town already? And then she’d never be able to tell him she loved him… He wasn’t in his crypt, or in any of the cemeteries she’d looked at. Panicky spurts of adrenaline started to fire into her belly.
*Fuck! What if I lost him now?*
That sickening urge to cry crept in again and she suppressed it brutally.
*No crying! Not now…just shut up and find him.*
Finally she spotted the leather coattails of his signature black duster flying. Looks like somebody had some aggression to burn. She couldn’t help feeling responsible for that somehow.
*Just gotta make up with him - make it right.*
She didn’t want to distract him mid-fight – could be fatal. So she crept up quietly, if he needed help she’d be there, if not she’d wait patiently ‘til he was done. Faith was just enjoying watching him fight for the moment – such a graceful animal. Perfect hunter, perfect killer – perfect for her. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him again, then she’d REALLY show him what he meant to her.
She smiled at the thought, picturing their reunion. And it’d be different this time. She’d MAKE it different. She’d tell him she loved him and he’d say it right back and it’d be better than before. Real. Right. Better. They were gonna be happy.
Suddenly another pair of fighters moved out from the shadow of the crypt to his right. A good-sized fledge was getting the shit kicked out of him.
By Buffy.
*What the fuck?*
She dusted the vamp in front of her and quickly moved to Spike’s side – helping with the two he’d been working over on his own. They fought in tandem, with a graceful fluidity Faith had never seen before. It was like they were sharing brain waves – the silent communication flowing between them easily. Red hot bolts of jealousy shot through her.
*Calm down. They’re just fightin’. Doesn’t mean a thing.*
Except that it did. Because he never fought with anyone else but her. They were a team. Had been for a while. They were a unit and Buffy was a…
*What was that word Giles used the other day?*
Oh yeah. Interloper. She was interloping her ass all over Faith’s territory.
*Not to mention my man.*
What the fuck was she doing on patrol anyway? Wasn’t she all retired and shit? Happy with her little white bread fiancé and planning her life as the future Mrs.Cleaver? Something was seriously not right here. And she had an evil sneaking suspicion about what it was.
*Please don’t let me be right.*
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They finished off the two vamps easily – a measly couple of fledges being no match for a Slayer and Master Vampire out lookin’ for a fight.
“ Well, that was bracing.” Spike brushed the ash from his clothes. “Up for another go, Love?”
“ With you?” Buffy gave him a minxy little smile. “Anytime.”
He grinned back, strolling over.
“ Aren’t we the saucy wench tonight?”
She shrugged casually, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“ You bring it out in me.”
“ Do I now?” His voice dropped to a seductive purr.
“Uh huh.” She nodded.
“ Should I show you what you bring out in me?” He pulled her tightly against him, leaving no doubt about his meaning.
“Mmmm. Definitely.” She replied softly, grinding her hips against his.
He chuckled.
“ Keep it up, Pet - and that’ll be it for patrol.”
She pulled away, giving him a mock-scowl.
“ Tough talk, Sailor.” She put her hands on her hips in an unspoken challenge. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“ How ‘bout I drag you back to my crypt and ravage you all night?”
He took a threatening step in her direction.
She smirked, relishing the game.
“ Really think you can wait that long?” She batted her eyes at him innocently.
“ Not bloody likely.” And he pounced at her.
Buffy shrieked giddily and dashed away, laughing. Zipping through the tombstones Spike gave chase, feeling truly alive for the first time in what seemed like decades. For awhile there being un-dead had seemed a helluva lot like being actually dead. But Buffy brought him back again, gave his formerly pathetic unlife purpose and passion.
*Not to mention a healthy dose of lust.*
He grinned wickedly, imagining all the things he’d do to her once he caught her.
But she was too quick for him. Buffy put on a burst of speed and got far enough ahead of him to hide in the shadow of a mausoleum. He tracked her for a little while then came to a halt sniffing the air.
“ Here Kitty, Kitty.”
She stifled a giggle.
He wove gracefully in and out of shadows, looking behind headstones and inside crypts - making a show of searching for her. He could smell her arousal clearly in the night air and it made his mouth water for a taste. Spike licked his lips unconsciously.
“Come out, come out wherever you are…” He sing-songed.
Another muffled snicker gave him her exact location. He walked casually in the opposite direction, pretending to continue his hunt until he was certain he was out of her eye line. Backtracking, he crept up noiselessly until he was directly behind her.
“ Got you now.” He growled, pulling her into his arms.
She screeched, laughing, and pushed him onto his back. Straddling his lap she looked down at him imperiously.
“ Who’s got WHO now?”
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It took Faith awhile to catch up with them. She couldn’t exactly take off running while she was in stealth mode. She’d lost sight of them a few times, but the burning rage in her gut propelled her forward. She already knew, but somehow she had to see – had to have proof of the thing she just didn’t wanna believe.
Spike was with Buffy.
Maybe he had been for awhile now. Her stomach roiled in angry protest.
*How Long?*
How long had he been lying to her? Cheating on her? Bullshitting her straight to her face? Evil little scenarios played themselves out in her head: Spike leaving her bed to go to Buffy’s, the two of them laughing, kissing, fucking. She shuddered.
After what seemed like an agonizingly long time she found them.
Together.
And it was every bit as bad as she imagined.
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Spike had considerately spread his duster out for her. No one else in the world he’d do that for. But seeing her laid out half naked upon it left no doubt as to the reason why. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and he could not possibly love her more. He felt certain that if he loved her any more his heart would explode inside his chest.
He sighed ruefully.
He couldn’t even berate himself for it.
*As if I had any bloody say in the matter.*
He never would’ve chosen to love a Slayer – never. But now he could hardly remember a time when he didn’t. And he wouldn’t take it back for the world. She held her arms out to him invitingly, waiting for him to join her. He covered her body with his own, unable to resist her charms.
“ You’re so damn beautiful, Buffy.” He kissed the line of her jaw making his way slowly down her neck and into her open shirt.
“Mmmm.” she hummed, responding to his touch “You’re pretty damn gorgeous yourself.”
He looked at her wonderingly. “Really?”
“ As if you didn’t know it, Swagger Boy.”
He laughed at that.
“ Well, I do have a certain image to maintain.” He said, half-serious.
“Not with me.” She replied softly, seeing him true.
He kissed her tenderly then - showing her with mouth and body and hands all that was in his heart.
And for the first time she listened and heard what he’d been saying so silently all along.
His love for her was overwhelming, it was so complete. How could he be so fearless with his heart, when she had been so weak? Teardrops slipped from the corners of her eyes as she kissed him. Tasting them he pulled back, concerned.
“Love, what is it?”
“ I’m just so sorry, Spike.” She whispered.
He looked completely bewildered.
“Why? For what?”
“I waited so long…”
Her tears ran freely down her face.
“Hush…hush now, Kitten.” He pulled her up and into his arms, cradling her against his chest. “It doesn’t matter, none of it matters.”
“ But all the time we lost because of me…”
“ We’re together now – that’s all that counts.” He stroked her hair comfortingly. “Let’s not waste it being sad, eh?”
“You’re right.” She wiped her damp cheeks, snuffling back her tears. “I don’t wanna waste any more time.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“That’s my girl.”
She sat back, dabbing at her eyes with the cuffs of her shirt and tidying her hair.
“ Thank God I don’t have a mirror – I don’t even wanna see what I look like right now.”
He shook his head.
“ You’ve no idea how bloody gorgeous you are do you?”
“Shyeah” She dismissed. “ No make up, covered in vamp dust, with puffy eyes and a runny nose – and did I mention I’m still wearing yesterday’s outfit?”
He fixed her with a predatory gaze.
“ And yet you still manage to fill me with lust.”
“Really?” She sniffled.
“ Shall I prove it to you?” He raised a scarred eyebrow in challenge.
“Maybe…” She smiled coyly.
He nuzzled her neck.
“ You are my beautiful...”
And dexterously licked that secret spot behind her ear that made her shiver.
“Oh…” She breathed with a shudder.
“Luscious.”
He nibbled on her shoulder and bit her gently where it met her neck.
“ Uhhh..God…”
And laid her back down on his duster.
“Delectable.”
Then kissed her thoroughly until she was out of breath.
“Temptress.” He finished in a jagged whisper.
He moved down her body to attend to her breasts. Suckling each rosy nipple in turn through the sheer, shimmery fabric of her bra.
“ You are My Princess.” He declared, kissing his way down her torso.
“And My Queen.”
He paused to dip his tongue into her belly button.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
He looked into her eyes, showing her his sincerity.
“ And I’m goin’ to make sure you never forget it.”
With that he stripped off her jeans, exposing her to the cool night air. But before she had a chance to shiver he was upon her, tongue and fingers everywhere at once driving her out of her mind. No time to think, no room for regret or insecurity. He spread her wide and had his way, telling her all the while how gorgeous, how incredible, how succulent she was.
His words combined with his actions had her under his spell, her body obeying every silent demand.
His tongue beat insistently on her clit, when he added his fingers to her nipples she cried out, her first orgasm taking her by surprise. She came fast and hard, shuddering against him – her hoarse shout piercing the silence of the graveyard.
Spike licked her gently until she came down. Planting a small kiss on her neatly trimmed curls he crawled up her body to nuzzle her neck.
“That’s a good start, Love.”
“ A good START? No, Spike...” She whimpered, feeling tenderized and sensitive from the activities of the past few days.
His hand slipped between her parted thighs.
“ Oh yes.” He insisted.
And he slid his fingers inside.
“C’mon, Kitten, Know you’ve got more for me.”
“No…too much…” she protested weakly, but arched against his hand when he hit the sweet spot.
“ There’s my girl.” He grinned wickedly, loving this, eager for her pleasure.
He was above her, his cool, bare chest just grazing her nipples as he worked her with his hand. The combined sensations were quickly driving her to the brink. Her body took over for her, mindlessly seeking its release. Her legs wrapped around him as she rode his hand, her fingernails digging into his shoulders painfully, spurring him on.
“ Yeah, that’s it.” He growled his encouragement.
She was so close, she just needed a little push. As if reading her mind (and she was almost certain he could) Spike added his thumb to her clit and ground down on it in rough circles.
“ Come for me, Buffy.” He commanded.
Buffy arched her back, legs clasping and trembling around his waist as she came sputtering his name. He smiled with great satisfaction as he freed his hand, pausing to savor the taste of her on his fingers. God, he loved making her come – the sounds she made, the feel of her, her scent perfuming the air - and her taste; like a sweet peach, like fresh honey. He couldn’t get enough.
“ Ohmygod…” she panted, coming down.
She lay back boneless as a bowl of jell-o in the afterglow. Spike joined her on the duster, wrapping her up in it snugly.
“ How d’ya do that?” She asked lazily, curling against his chest.
“ Do what?”
“Wring every teeny tiny drop of pleasure outta me.”
He grinned smugly.
“It’s a gift.” He kissed her. “Or maybe it’s magic.”
“ Maybe it's both.” She smiled back. “If you practiced the Dark Arts it would explain a lot though.”
He raised a speculative eyebrow at her.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“ Like why I’m so completely under your spell.” She said softly, nuzzling his ear.
“ Thought I was under yours.” He replied, nuzzling back.
“Mmmm, mutual thrall. I like it.”
“C’mere an’ I’ll ‘thrall’ you again.” He slung her leg over his hip, pulling her closer.
“I must obey.” She giggled, throwing her arms around his neck. “I’m helpless against you, you Fiend.”
Playful kissing turned serious as they slipped back into their mutual thrall. Wrapped in the warmth of his duster they were in their own little world, totally oblivious to their surroundings. Feeling his erection prodding her insistently through his jeans, Buffy covered it with her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Spike inhaled sharply, groaning.
“ Poor Baby. So neglected.” She cooed rubbing his length through the denim.
“ Yer killing me, Love – touchin’ me like that.” He rumbled.
“ What? Like this.” She asked innocently, squeezing his cock again.
“Or like this?” She rubbed it vigorously.
“Or what if I do this?” She asked with a wicked grin, pushing him onto his back. Straddling his hips she ground her naked sex into his groin, knowing it would drive him insane. He gripped her thighs hard and pressed against her with a groan.
“ What do you want, Spike?”
“All ‘f it… everythin’ – you.” He rasped.
“ Everything?” she asked, circling her hips with intent.
“ Oh God…Buffy…” He was about to come in his pants. He could still taste her on his lips and smell her all over him, in the air all around – and the feel of her hot, wet cunt just millimeters away from his cock was more than he could take.
*She’s gonna make me spray my trousers like some nancy schoolboy.*
But he just couldn’t bring himself to stop, he was too close – if she moved like that once more…
She paused for a second, looking at him seriously.
“ Do you… want to?” She asked, suddenly shy.
He groaned.
“God, yes! So bloody much.”
She moved to unzip him, working his jeans down his hips. He stilled her with the touch of his hand. If they were both naked now he definitely would not be able to stop. How he’d held out this long was nothing short of miraculous. Chalk it up to the fact that she kept him so satisfied in every other way.
“But not like this, Buffy.” He sat up gently, looking in her face. “Not on the ground, in the cold…you deserve so much more, Love.”
She caressed his cheek, moved by his tenderness.
“You want it to be special.”
“ I want it to be PERFECT.” He kissed the palm of her hand. “For you.”
“ It will be.” She said, smiling sweetly.
“Now,” She asked, changing the mood. “ Do ya wanna make out or what?”
He gave her a wolfish grin.
“ Oh HELL yeah.”
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Faith felt like retching onto the ground, like screaming – like crying forever. Her sense of loss and betrayal was a tidal wave she was about to go down in. She backed away from the unbearable scene before her, stumbling as she went.
Spike’s words rang in her ears;
“ I want it to be perfect – for you.”
She gave into her tears then. He’d never, ever shown that much concern for her. Their first time had been on the cold stone floor in some random crypt one night after patrol. It was quick and brutal, tinged with the desperation of two lonely people hungry for contact. And every time since then echoed that in some way. He never made love to her. Or touched her with reverence. Never called her ‘His Princess’.
“Fuck…” She choked back a sob.
*He never ever loved you. Not once. And he never fucking will.*
Curling up in the shelter of an open tomb she let her pain pull her under until she drowned.
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