Still, she couldn’t help but worry Spike was mad at her, despite his claims to the contrary. Or that he thought she was an insane person. Hell, she was thinking maybe she was an insane person.
“You’re tense, luv.”
Buffy craned her neck to look up at Spike without moving from his embrace. “I’m fine.”
One of Spike’s hands came to rest on her thigh. “Well, you feel tense. This muscle here is all knotted.” He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her dress and began to massage her leg.
Buffy gasped softly. He couldn’t possibly be thinking about doing anything in a restaurant. Sure, their table was off by itself, but there were still people around who could see them. He wouldn’t actually take things any further than this…
Or maybe he would… His hand crept over her inner thigh and past the edge of her panties, dipping into her folds. “Spike!” Buffy hissed. “We’re in public.”
“Yeah, but in order for anyone to see what I’m doing, they’d have to look under the tablecloth, and that would just be nosy,” he replied, his tone surprisingly conversational considering the fact he spoke while sliding one finger in and out of her pussy.
“Spike…we’re not supposed to be doing this here,” Buffy countered, even as she shivered in pleasure.
“Worse case scenario, they toss us out and we don’t come back to this place again.” Spike leaned in to whisper against her ear. “Come on, luv. Let me make you feel good.”
The rational part of Buffy’s brain wanted to tell him he needed to stop. This just…wasn’t how you behaved in a restaurant. But he could do more to her with one finger than her husband had ever been able to do at all.
“Spread your legs a bit, kitten. Give me room to play,” Spike said in a deep whisper.
Trembling with pleasure and nervousness, Buffy complied with his request, her legs parting slightly. Spike’s finger slid in deeper, soon joined by another. She fought against a moan, forced herself to keep her expression as normal as possible so as not to reveal what was going on under the table.
“You’re so wet, kitten,” Spike whispered against her. “Dripping. This is really getting you hot, isn’t it? I think you like me doing this with all these other people around. I think it’s turning you on to know someone could figure out what you’re letting me do, you bad girl.”
Buffy’s only response was a choked whimper, but the new rush of moisture Spike felt coat his fingers told him all he needed to know.
“I wish you were on the table in front of me. I’d spread you open real wide, stick my tongue all the way inside that nice, juicy quim. Mmm…what a feast that would be, baby.”
Buffy bit her lip to keep in the moan that formed from that particular mental image. Memories of what Spike could do with that tongue of his tempted her to just say to hell with the fact this was a public place and let him do exactly what he had just described.
Instead, she swallowed hard as she saw the waitress arriving with their food. She felt Spike’s fingers slide out of her and told herself she was relieved he wasn’t going to continue with someone else right there.
Until she realized stopping wasn’t his plan. As the waitress came closer, Spike brought his fingers to her clit and began to rub vigorously. Buffy tried to fight the sensations, but Spike was playing her body too expertly. Helpless to stop it, all Buffy could do was bite her tongue when she came as the waitress set their plates in front of them.
For his part, Spike seemed oblivious to what his own fingers were doing. He smiled and thanked the waitress while Buffy came down from her orgasm.
“I can’t believe you did that in front of her,” Buffy hissed as Spike slipped his hand away from her. “Couldn’t you have waited until she was gone?”
“Hey, you’re the one who did the creaming, sweetheart.” Spike brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked on the fingers that had been inside her, his eyes closing for a moment as if he were savoring the flavor. “And what sweet cream it is, too,” he said as his eyes opened and he winked at her,
Buffy blushed and lowered her eyes away from his. “You’re a very, very bad man.”
“The baddest, baby,” Spike replied, curling his tongue against his teeth in a way that made her wet and wanting all over again.
Buffy decided she better hurry up and finish her dinner before they really did get thrown out of the restaurant.
She barely even remembered coming into the room, and yet Buffy was on the floor of Spike’s home, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into her. The bed was only a few feet away, and yet that had seemed too far as they’d tumbled to the ground, quickly shifting just enough clothes to allow their joining.
Suddenly, Spike rose up on his knees, bringing Buffy up with him, making her cry out as he pushed her down further on his cock. She twined her arm around his neck, holding on, and Spike reached under her rumpled dress to grab her bottom, using it as leverage to bounce her faster, harder.
“I wanted to fuck you in the restaurant,” Spike growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her bottom. “I wanted to throw you down right there, show every man who had his eyes on you you’re mine. I bet you would’ve let me, too, as hot as you were. I could smell your arousal, smell how hot you were getting thinking about my cock. You want this all the time, don’t you baby? You can’t get enough of being filled up with me.”
Buffy moaned in response, sliding her hands up to take hold of Spike’s shoulders, steadying herself as his thrusts got harder. One of his hands moved quickly, unfastening the top of her halter dress and letting her breasts fall free. His hand then went back to her ass, keeping her movements at the pace he wanted, leaving Buffy helpless to do anything but hold on for the ride.
Then he leaned in, caught the side of her bare breast in his mouth and bit down. Buffy shrieked, spasming wildly as Spike came with a growl, muffled in her skin.
Finally, he let go of her breast, lapping at the mark he’d made until Buffy slumped forward, boneless. Spike helped her rise with him so they could both make it the rest of the way to the bed and crawl beneath the sheets. He gathered Buffy against his chest, stroking her hair in time with her labored breathing.
“Have I told you how much I love this hair?” he asked her after several minutes. “It’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched. Buffy’s answer was a low hum in her throat, and Spike chuckled. “Did I fry your brain again, luv?”
“Just a bit,” Buffy replied, sounding a little dazed.
“Good.” Spike moved away and Buffy reached for him, frowning.
“Where…”
“Just getting my clothes off,” Spike explained before she could finish her question.
Buffy smiled and let him go. “Okay. Naked’s good. Especially for you. You wearing clothes should be illegal or something.”
“I would say the same thing about you, pet, only then I’d waste time I could spend shagging you beating up all the blokes who would be looking at you,” he said with a wink.
Buffy giggled as she sat up and pulled her wadded dress over her head. “What happened to my panties?” she asked, realizing for the first time they were completely gone.
“Oh, I ripped those off and threw them…” Spike glanced around the room with a slight frown. “Somewhere.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Buffy said with a laugh. “Don’t need ‘em.” She held her arms out to a now-naked Spike. “Come back.”
Spike didn’t hesitate in rejoining her on the bed and pulling her back into his arms. He turned to look at her face and swallowed when he met her eyes. The way she was looking at him…
“What is it about you, sweetheart?” he asked softly as he caressed her cheek. “It’s been so long since a woman has been meant a bloody thing to me. I didn’t think anyone would, not after…”
“Not after what?” Buffy asked with a frown.
“Her,” Spike replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Buffy felt an immediate rush of jealousy and wished she didn’t. It would be silly to think every woman in Spike’s life had been a fling before her. It wasn’t like there hadn’t been men in her life before him.
“She’s dead,” Spike said, feeling Buffy grow tense in his arms. “She died a long, long time ago. I vowed then that I’d never love another woman.” He gave a half-laugh. “Seemed like a romantic sort of thing to do.”
“But now?” Buffy asked, cursing the tremble in her voice.
“You came out of nowhere, luv. I saw you that first night. I stood on the edge of the floor and watched you dance, and you bloody bewitched me.” He swallowed hard. “I didn’t realize how lonely I’d been until you showed up and I wasn’t anymore.”
“And your vow to never fall in love again?”
“Oh, I’m falling, baby. There’s no avoiding it now.”
“Do you want to? Avoid it, I mean.”
“No.”
Buffy ran her finger down his chest. “I think I’m falling for you, too. For a moment, I thought maybe I was doing the rebound thing, but then I realized if anybody was a rebound guy, it was Riley. And now, well, I certainly don’t need any time to get over him. I don’t think I even loved him. Not really. Not passionately.”
“But you did love someone. Someone else before him.”
Buffy nodded. If Spike was going to let her in on a bit of his romantic past, she guessed had to do the same. “Yeah. A guy I met in high school. I…well, I thought he was someone he turned out not to be.” She thought back to what had served as the death knell for her marriage. “I guess I make that mistake a lot.”
“Is that why you worry about things like me standing you up?”
“I guess, yeah. That and I met you in a club when we were both looking for a one-night stand.”
“That may have been what I was looking for then, but I found something better,” Spike said with a smile that made Buffy’s heart flutter.
“Yeah. Me, too.”
Spike cupped her face and kissed her, and as Buffy wrapped her arms around him, she hoped this time she’d gotten it right, that Spike was who he appeared to be. It seemed with every man she’d ever been involved with, they’d turned out to be completely unlike who she’d thought they were. They’d started out seeming like Prince Charming only to reveal themselves to be anything but.
Maybe since Spike had taken more of the opposite approach, this time would work out better.
Spike broke the kiss and pushed Buffy’s hair away from her face. “Are you tired, kitten?” he asked. Buffy yawned before she could answer, and Spike chuckled. “I guess that’s a yes then.”
“Sorry. It’s been kind of a long week.”
“That’s all right,” Spike said as he settled back down with Buffy in his arms. “You might as well get a little kip now, rest up so I can shag you all weekend.”
“Is ‘kip’ British for sleep?”
Spike gave her an amused little smile. “Yeah.”
“Then kip sounds good.” She yawned again as her eyes began to close. “So I’ll be all rested up for more shagging. ‘Cause I fully expect you to make me bowlegged before the weekend is over.”
Spike’s laugh rumbled through Buffy’s body. “I’ll be more than obliged to fulfill that request.”
“Good.” Buffy cuddled closer to him, her face nestled against his bare chest.
Spike didn’t follow her into sleep. Instead, he simply held her, fully awake as he listened to the sound of her breathing.
Buffy knew the moment she woke that she was alone. She sat up, looking around for Spike, though she wasn’t able to see much of anything in the dark. “Spike?” No answer, and she began to worry. What if their conversation before she’d gone to sleep had spooked him? What if he only thought he was feeling something for her until he put voice to those feelings, and that made him realize he didn’t really want her at all?
She shook her head, telling herself that couldn’t be the case. If he was going to ditch her, he wouldn’t do it by leaving her in his bed. He was probably just in the bathroom or something. Still, she waited for him, her knees tucked under her chin.
She didn’t know how long she had been waiting when she heard the elevator. She turned sharply when the door opened and someone stepped into the room. In the almost-complete darkness she could barely make out the figure, and her heart beat faster as she hoped it was indeed her lover. “Spike?”
His answering growl was low, and for a second, Buffy could almost swear she saw his eyes flash in the dark. Then, he moved so fast she didn’t realize he was on her until he was ripping the sheet away from her body and flipping her over on her stomach.
Within moments, he’d stripped off his clothes and pulled her backwards onto his cock. Buffy cried out, scrambling to grab on to the sheet for purchase. Instead, Spike brought her up, stretching her legs apart to hold her in place as he pressed her back against his chest.
She hissed in pain as his teeth sank into her shoulder, though the growl he made against her skin told her to stay put. She’d thought Spike had been unrestrained with her before, but it hadn’t been like this. This was a whole new level – one that almost frightened her. He seemed so out of it, like he wasn’t even completely sure who he was.
One hand came up roughly to tug on her nipple while his other hand gripped her hip bruisingly tight. His teeth were still in her skin, hurting her more than it usually did when he bit her. Even when sex with Spike had been on the rougher side, it had never really been violent, not like it was now. He was hurting her.
And Buffy realized as her pussy fluttered around him that she liked it.
Maybe that made her sick or something, but as a particularly hard pull on her nipple sent her spiraling into an orgasm, she didn’t really care.
Spike released his hold on her shoulder, used both hands to slam her down onto his cock and came with a grunt.
Finished, he pulled her down with him onto the bed, wrapped her in his arms, and fell asleep. It didn’t take Buffy long to follow him over.
I’ve had a few people complain that this fic hasn’t had anything from Spike’s POV. I know it hasn’t, and it’s a decision I’ve made on purpose. Eventually, I’ll have some of Spike’s POV, but I’ve chosen, as the author, to have it all from Buffy’s POV from the time being. I’ve wanted to keep some mystery around Spike that would be impossible if I went into his mind. So be patient, and I’ll get to it when it’s the right point in the plot to reveal what Spike’s thinking. I do actually have this planned out and it’s going the pace I want it to go. Thank you.