Chapter 43
“Now, do we have everything?” Standing by the hotel room door, Buffy made a mental list of everything Spike had already brought to the car, glad that the saleslady who had sold him all this stuff had suggested the easily storable versions. Otherwise they might have had a problem loading a playpen, a swing, a bouncy chair, a diaper bag and a bag of clothing into the BMW. Oh, that was aside from the car seat, of course. Oh, and all the bottles and formula and toys and...
She looked down at the baby, who was peacefully sleeping in her car seat. Although the young woman was glad the week was over--she was so not ready for kids yet--she felt a twinge of sadness at handing Dawn back to the Council.
An adoptive family had been found for the baby girl, one which was aware of her special status--people who were ‘associated with the Council’, according to Travers. But that mattered little to Buffy’s selfish side, who doubted they’d love her nearly as much as she did.
The click of the door caught the Slayer’s attention and she almost laughed out loud at Spike’s dishevelled countenance. He looked like he’d been wrestling a Fyarl.
“You tell me that there’s anything else for me to squeeze in that bloody car and you’re riding on the roof, Summers. There’s room for you, me and the bit, and that’s it. It’ll be a tight squeeze as it is.” Although the vampire had grown fond of Dawn, he didn’t share Buffy’s separation anxiety. The week had been an irritating little foray into a situation to which he’d never given any thought, not even as a human. And now that it was over, he was relieved and more than happy to go back to his childless state of being.
Exhausted as he was, though, he still had the presence of mind to remember one thing. Reaching out for the Slayer before she had a chance to slip her shoes on, he hooked her by the waist and plopped her down in front of where he stood. Using his patented husky voice #4, he looked down at her and asked: “Do me a favour love--put on that dress that you got at Zairah’s, the Chinese one.” Leaning down, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered “But leave the knickers behind.”
Buffy’s eyes jumped open. “Are you insane?! I’m not going to the Council without any underwear on!” Quieter, as if they weren’t alone in the room, she leaned in and added: “What if someone sees?” Really, Spike’s libido had taken finally taken over his brain.
Wait. He was a guy. This was normal.
The vampire knew that she’d put up a fuss. Dragging his hands to the young woman’s hips, he splayed his fingers over them, gripping strongly. As he begged, “Please”, he pulled her back against his erection. It had been a week since they’d been able to do anything. Anything besides going solo, and that didn’t suit Spike in the least; not when he had a warm body pressed against him, obviously as aroused as he was.
Her agreement was uttered in a shaky voice. Buffy didn’t know what he was up to, but she had an inkling that she wouldn’t be minding it in the least. Walking backwards towards the bedroom, her hand held his until she was out of reach.
This was going to be one hell of a hard trip for both of them.
***
She was up against the wall before the door was even closed. Spike’s mouth covered hers feverishly, tongue darting out to taste her, teeth nipping at her lower lip. His hands were everywhere at once, freeing her hair from the loose bun into which she’d quickly styled it, sliding down her body, following the satiny fabric of her dress until they’d reached its hem.
The delivery of the baby had gone down without a hitch. Buffy had given Dawn a kiss goodbye and tried very hard not to get too weepy. Even Spike had touched the tip of his index finger to the tot’s nose--the closest he’d ever get to letting Council members see his attachment to the special girl. And then they were off, free to spend the next few days to do as they wished.
Against her body’s pleading, Buffy’s better judgement fought Spike off the whole ride home. In the elevator, in the underground garage, in the car... Even in the hotel lobby, with Hetty nowhere to be seen. But now, back in the safety of their room at the Sheffield Arms, she finally gave in to her need for him.
A groan escaped her lips as the vampire’s fingers traced their way up under her dress, skimming the swell of her rear, the curve of her hips. Even their first time, only about a week ago, Buffy hadn’t felt the same need for Spike’s touch.
“Christ, Buffy. I can’t wait. Can’t fucking wait anymore... Need to be in you so bad, need to have my cock so far up your tight quim...” Spike knew he was babbling, but it was all true, every word and every emotion behind them. If he didn’t feel himself surrounded by her heat, he was going to lose his sanity. “One week... one week doesn’t seem like much, but when it’s with you it’s for bloody ever.” He pulled his lips from the column of her neck just long enough to lock his gaze onto hers, making sure that she was ok with this.
The fevered look on the young woman’s face--cheeks flushed, eyes darkened, lips swollen--was all the go-ahead he needed. There would be time later for foreplay, for taking it slowly, for soft caresses. Right now, what both blondes desperately needed was instant physical gratification.
When the vampire drove himself deep into the Slayer’s pussy, his desire only grew. Pounding her small body against the wall mercilessly, he dug his fingers into her hips to steady her, to keep his thrusts as deep as he could. She was like liquid heat surrounding him, her skin burning him even through the fabric of her dress. Her moans matched his every grunt as he pistoned into her, driving himself closer and closer to a much-sought release.
Buffy felt the tell-tale tingle of an impending orgasm but didn’t fight it. This was all about working off excess lust, ridding them of a week’s worth of pent-up desire. She brought her mouth to Spike’s ear and traced its shell with her tongue, nibbling on its lobe. “God, I love you. I love how you don’t hold back, how you fuck me so hard it almost hurts--but it feels so good. I can feel your cock filling me, stretching me. I want you in me so deep I can taste it when you come. You’re the only one for me, Spike. Ahh, please don’t stop...” Her head flew back, neck bared in invitation as her body was strung taut with the nervous energy of her release.
He’d been holding back, hoping against hope for this invitation. Spike’s own orgasm hit as his teeth sank into the Slayer’s neck, pulling in her rich blood as he poured his cold seed deep into her womb.
They sank to the floor, still intimately connected. When he heard Buffy snicker, the vampire pulled his head back to look at her. “What’s so funny, love?”
Tenderly pushing a stray curl away from his forehead, the young woman smiled. “I was just thinking that at least this time we’re already home. No having to worry about anyone seeing us like this.”
Spike chuckled. “I like you like this. All debauched.” At her blank stare and raised eyebrow, he laughed even harder. “Well-shagged, love. That’s what I mean. You glow, you know that? Right after you come, and you return to your senses, your face just shines...” Effulgent was the word he wanted to use, but even after a century the word was still a sore point for the vampire. Reaching over to place a kiss on the tip of his lover’s nose, he pulled away from her and made to stand. “Now, what do you say we unplug the phone, lock the door and the windows and try our luck with the bathtub? Third time lucky, they say...”
***
Buffy sat on the bathroom counter, bare legs swinging back and forth. The tub was full of hot water and tons of bubbles. All that was missing was Spike. How long could it take to lock everything up?
Her head turned towards the door when she finally heard the handle move. She was just about to say something witty--maybe tease him about no longer being into the bathtub idea, but the look on his face stopped her short.
Amber eyes locked with hers as his hand drew back, deftly closing the bathroom door behind him. There was no smirk lifting the corners of his mouth, no softness to his features. Just pure lust. Buffy’s legs stilled, but her heart rate doubled. There was no kidding herself--she was scared. And that turned her on for some twisted reason.
He’d secured the door, closed the windows (damn things didn’t have locks), pulled the phone’s cord out of its jack, and leaned against the bathroom door, trying to get a grip. Their earlier encounter had done nothing to assuage Spike’s need for the Slayer--quite the opposite, it had fuelled it. Made his need for her so strong that he had to fight back his demon, wrest control of his actions back from its clutches. If he walked in there without calming down just a bit, he honestly didn’t know what to expect. This wasn’t like the encounter in the car, with the Slayer part of Buffy. This is what happened when he spent a stressful week at his mate’s side, never being able to touch her, or to go beyond a few fervent kisses stolen between naps and caring for the baby.
But now as he faced her, fear and arousal coming off her in waves, he found himself struggling with his demon yet again. Her eyes were large, her irises dilated; her heart hammered so soundly that his skin hummed in tune with its beat. And Spike found that he wanted to cede--just a little--to the monster in him. After all, it did seem to be turning her on...
Buffy watched the vampire’s eyes flash to blue before returning to their amber shade. Slightly relieved--to her it was a sign that Spike was still in control of himself--she cocked an eyebrow and offered him a coy smile. Her playfulness returned to desire as he began to walk towards her. Slow, calculated steps made it appear as if he was prowling; he moved with a liquid grace, pale skin sliding over sinuous muscles.
When he reached her, there were so many things Spike wanted to do to his Slayer. But first things first, he thought, as his fingers moved to the topmost button of the silk dress. He fought not to rip the garment, to take his time. Leaning into the young woman, he pressed his lips against his mark, growling low.
“Oh God, Spike...” Buffy’s breathing was coming in short bursts, and her hands flew to his shoulders to steady herself. Every single time they’d been together, whether it was a slow coupling or a rough fuck, he surprised her. With his gentleness, with his passion, with all the things he could do with those fingers of his... Oh, and his tongue--can’t forget his tongue--which was now tracing the edge of her ear, his cool breath tickling her.
Trembling fingers finally popped the last silk-covered button, parting the smooth fabric to reveal the young woman’s naked body. The corners of his lips curled upwards, and blue eyes speckled with gold lifted to face her, scarred brow arched.
The Slayer dragged a finger up the vampire’s chest, tracing the line of buttons that adorned his shirt. Coquettishly, she looked up at her lover from beneath hooded lids. “Figured my bra could be considered ‘knickers’ too...”
“Oh, that it can, love. That it can.” Spike closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Buffy began to remove the black button-down he was wearing. Her small hands were warm against his skin, making it tingle wherever she touched him. He took a step back when prompted to do so, and heard her slide off the counter, landing softly on her feet. As her hands reached the fly of his jeans, he felt her mouth at his nipples, tongue teasing and teeth nipping. His own hands flew to the sides of her dress, gathering fistfuls of the silken fabric, pulling her closer to him.
It just figured. Right when her Slayer dexterity was needed, it flew out the window. Buffy was all thumbs as she tried to rid Spike of his jeans; her hands shook, her fingers kept slipping... Wriggling her shoulders, she managed to free herself of the dress. Maybe that’s what was cramping her style.
Turning them around so that the vampire now backed against the marble counter, the young woman fell to her knees before him. If she faced her problem perhaps she could overcome it. Yeah, right. The only reason you’re on your knees is so you can face nine inches of solid vampire... But her plan worked, as she managed to ease his jeans down over his hips. Buffy looked up at the bleach blonde, seeing that his eyes were still closed and his hands held the countertop in a white-knuckled grip. Debauched--she wasn’t sure what the exact meaning of the word was, but she was sure it defined Spike at the moment. Head thrown back, shirt open, pants halfway down his legs, cock jutting out proudly. Yup. This was one debauched vampire. It was good to turn the tables every once in a while.
Spike’s knees almost gave out when he felt the Slayer’s tongue dart out to capture the first gleaming drop of pre-cum from his cock. Opening his eyes, he looked down at her as she kneeled between his legs, small hands gripping his hips for balance. Had he been able to, he would have changed positions--maybe sat up on the counter, or down on the floor--to make it easier on her, but he was physically unable to move. Frozen on the spot, like one of Medusa’s victims, he could but look down at the blonde beauty ministering to his desire.
As she took him into her mouth, Buffy couldn’t help but think back to a year ago when Anya was trying to convince both her and Willow of the joys of giving oral sex. The two younger girls had just stuck their tongues out, making gagging noises at the the ex-demon’s rant on how arousing it was to lave attention onto one’s partner’s privates. But now that she had Spike pressed up against the bathroom counter, panting and writhing and moaning, she had to admit that Anya’d been right. She could hardly imagine anything more erotic than knowing that you can turn your lover to jelly with your mouth.
She alternated between licking and sucking, changed speeds, and sometimes used her hand along with her mouth. Judging by the vampire’s severe reaction to a very loud and sloppy technique--hell, she almost had to hold him up when his knees damn near went out on him--Buffy knew exactly what to do to make him crazy.
“Buffy, love...” Spike was finding it difficult to speak while her tongue was tracing his erection’s underside, putting just enough pressure to drive him insane, yet not enough to help him find relief. “Hold on for a sec.” And those were not the words he’d ever expect to catch himself saying while receiving a blowjob. When she stopped and looked up at him, her own eyes reflecting the lust that he was sure appeared in his, he continued. “Are you going to see this through?”
“Do you mean, ‘am I going to keep my lips wrapped around your cock until I make you come, and swallow every last drop’?”
Fuck. What more could he say to that but a choked ‘yeah, that’?
Buffy smiled up at her lover, relishing the power she held over him. He was obviously out of sorts, or he would have realized just how aroused this was making her. Gaze never faltering, she uttered the word he wanted to hear: “yes.”
“Good. Then put your mouth back on my cock and keep it there. I can’t take any more of this teasing, Buffy...” His hands went to the Slayer’s head and guided it back to his erection. There was no malice in his words, no ill meaning. It was a plea, if nothing else.
Allowing the vampire to thrust into her mouth, Buffy held on to his thighs, feeling the corded muscles tense with his oncoming release. She was grateful that he was lucid enough to keep his thrusts shallow; this permitted her to accustom her throat muscles to his girth. At the moment where she felt him stiffen, she leaned forward, taking in his length in its entirety.
“Fuck! Oh, Christ...” Spike felt his muscles tense in anticipation of his climax. The Slayer’s throat was so tight, so hot--there was no more holding back. Roaring, he came, trying his best not to choke the woman pleasuring him. When the last of the aftershocks coursed through his system, he pulled out of her mouth and let himself slide down to the cool tiled floor, gathering her in his arms.
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This is the last chapter I’ve got in reserve. The next one is mostly written, and I’m hoping I can get it finished asap... Thanks for the lovely reviews; keep ‘em coming!