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Chapter 6


“C’mon, luv, it’s nap time,” Spike said with a soft smile, moving to arrange the covers. Spike was amazed that Buffy had agreed to stay after only a little persuasion. Perhaps this was the crumb he was waiting for.

“Thanks,” Buffy said quietly, untying the red ribbon from around her waist.

“For what, pet?”

“For not laughing at all this,” she gestured to herself. “Dawn hasn’t been this excited about anything in ages.”

“’S nothing. In fact, I was flattered you even agreed to come. Wasn’t expectin’ to ever be included in anythin’ like this,” Spike remarked, busy pulling back the covers so Buffy could climb in. “Certainly didn’t expect you to stay.”

“It was all Dawn’s idea really,” Buffy said self-consciously, not used to the open praise from the vampire. She crawled in under the covers, ignoring his last remark because she didn’t know how to respond.

“Well, I’ll head upstairs, let you get your kip in peace,” Spike said, gathering a spare comforter from the end of the bed.

“Why?” Buffy said abruptly. At Spike’s curious expression she continued, “T-there’s more than enough room. And, it’s your bed. I should sleep upstairs.”

Spike didn’t know what to say, he just stared at her. The Slayer wasn’t one to think of someone else’s comfort above hers often, especially not this vamp’s comfort. He didn’t really know what to make of her new behaviour, but he shook his head to try and snap himself out of his musings. Doing so, he moved toward the bed slowly, in case Buffy changed her mind.

“Sure, pet. I’ll stay down here,” he said, quickly extinguishing a few of the candles Tara had lit to darken the room enough for sleep. He stopped to look at Buffy lying on his bed. His bed. Her blonde curls were loose and spilled over the red pillows; she looked every inch the blushing virgin bride in her long-sleeved, demure white nightgown. He felt his cock stir in his pants, responding to the sight before him. He drew in an unneeded breath, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.

“Come on then Vampire. Afraid to get into bed with the Slayer?” Buffy teased seeing his reluctance. A dark blush stained her cheeks when she realized how the invitation sounded.

“’S where I’ve always wanted you, kitten,” Spike said, leering at her playfully. Buffy giggled and slid over, allowing Spike some room to join her under the covers. He slipped in and reveled in the warmth left by Buffy’s body then smiled over at her.

“You look jus’ like my sisters with that giant thing on. Modesty was key in those days though I suppose,” he remarked.

“Your sisters? I didn’t know you had any sisters,” Buffy said with interest, pushing down the irritation at being compared to anything sisterly.

“Never asked,” he shrugged, staring at the ceiling. Buffy moved restlessly beneath the covers, finally letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Well your sisters must have enjoyed torturing themselves… This is horrible,” she reached for the button at the nape of her neck, but in her frustration she could only fumble with it.

“Here, pet. Let me help,” Spike sat up pulling Buffy with him and reached up to unbutton the sole restrain around her throat. His fingers ghosted down her shoulders as he tried to let her go. He felt Buffy shudder in response and quickly backed off and lay back on the pillows. He didn’t want to start anything she’d regret later.

Buffy didn’t understand what happened. One minute Spike’s touch was sending shivers up her spine, the next he’d thrown himself back on the bed. Was there something wrong with her? She refused to believe Spike wouldn’t want her if she offered herself freely to him. Should she offer herself to him? Was that what she really wanted? Deciding to test that theory, she slipped the voluminous gown over her head, revealing the tight, white satin slip she wore underneath.

When Buffy moved to take off the now offensive garment, Spike’s hands fisted in the covers. He was a master at restraint but didn’t know how much more of this he could take. When Buffy revealed the satin slip, Spike couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure the vision of golden innocence presented before him.

Buffy knew she had him when she heard him groan. She no longer denied her attraction to Spike and figured indulging her desire one time wouldn’t hurt her. Sure, just like the nap was going to be just a nap, the little voice inside her head berated. She glanced over her shoulder back at Spike, meeting a pair of dark blue eyes clouded with lust.

“Sorry, too hot,” she said coyly, lying back down against the pillows, on her side, facing Spike. She saw his fists clutching the sheet, corded muscles on display. He looked over at her, an unreadable expression on his handsome face.

“Buffy,” he began, loosening his grip on the sheets and turning over to face her. “You know how I feel about you, yeah? An’ it’s not like I haven’t shown you. But if you don’ want this to go any further, you better pull that sheet up to your chin, missy. I’m doin’ my best here, I’m not a strong man.”

Buffy watched his eyes swirl with emotion and barely restrained desire as he spoke. She knew he wouldn’t touch her if she didn’t want him too. Just as she knew that if she ever said stop, he would without question. He was a much stronger man than he gave himself credit for. She frowned, aware of the impact her decision would have, not just for them, but for the others as well.

Spike watched Buffy’s changing expressions intently. He knew he probably shouldn’t have said anything at all, just left things be. He should have just let her play her game of seduction and silently take it. But he couldn’t risk his heart like that again. If Buffy wanted him, she’d have to give him all of her. When she frowned at him, he closed his eyes, dreading what was to come.

Spike wasn’t expecting soft lips pressing against his own and couldn’t help moaning against the sensation, hands rising to cup Buffy’s face. He instinctively deepened the kiss slightly when he felt her add pressure, her small hands resting on his shoulders.

When Spike had closed his eyes and Buffy saw the pained expression on his face she melted. She wasn’t sure what possessed her, but she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his. When his hands cupped her face, she knew she was lost. Her hands grasped at his shoulders as she applied more pressure, parting her lips slightly to allow his tongue to enter. His hands traveled down from her face to run through her hair, pulling her face closer.

Spike broke away from Buffy’s lips sensing her need to breathe. He worked his lips gently down her throat, nipping and licking as he went. When she moaned in pleasure, he intensified his actions, letting one hand drift down her collarbone to rest at one of her soft breasts. He tweaked a nipple through the silky material, feeling it harden under his touch. Reluctantly he left her throat and kissed a trail down to her neglected breast, biting the nipple gently through the material of her slip.

Buffy was immersed in sensation. As Spike kissed his way down her throat, she pushed down her immediate reaction to a vamp so close to her jugular and lost herself in his expert kisses. As he moved on to worship at her breasts, Buffy ran her hands through his curls, encouraging him to continue.

Spike moved slowly, laying his body slightly over Buffy’s, freeing one hand to travel down her belly to the hem of her slip. Buffy’s thighs fell apart when his hand found its way underneath the satiny material, and onto the soft flesh of her inner thighs. His cool fingers left fiery trails in their wake, Buffy’s breath hitching every time he got closer to the apex of her thighs.

“So sweet, love, so soft,” Spike murmured, leaving her breasts to move further down her body. He slid his palms up the outside of her thighs, up over her belly and breasts, taking her slip with them. When she was laid out below him in all her naked glory, he took time to just drink in the vision.

“Beautiful,” he whispered in awe that this wonderful creature would deign to let his hands touch her.

Buffy felt herself blush deeply under his scrutiny. He seemed to absorb every detail of her body in his sapphire gaze, before bending down to place soft kisses along her stomach. His lips traveled further down until his face was right in front of her dripping pussy. Buffy watched him as he smiled wolfishly up at her, before licking her from bottom to top. Buffy moaned loudly at the sensation, spreading her thighs wider to allow him better access.

Spike practically salivated at the delicious aroma coming from his Slayer. As he set to work licking her into a frenzy, he savored her uniquely sweet and powerful taste. When Buffy wriggled underneath him, he smiled and buried his tongue in her tight channel. At Buffy’s cry, he pushed his tongue in further, eliciting further moans of appreciation. He replaced his tongue with his fingers when Buffy started squirming beneath him, licking his way around the outer lips, purposefully ignoring the spot that craved his attention the most.

Buffy was mewling in pleasure, but desperate for more stimulation. When Spike’s fingers replaced his tongue, she sighed, hoping that he’d move to the little nub which was crying out for attention. When he continued torturing her by avoiding her throbbing clit, she sat up and tugged his head in the appropriate direction with a soft growl.

Spike chuckled when Buffy’s frustration caused her to take the matter into her own hands. He gladly acquiesced and sucked her clit into his hungry mouth. It didn’t take a lot of attention before he felt Buffy’s inner muscles start to twitch around his fingers. As he bit down on her clit and his fingers curled up stimulating her further, Buffy’s muscles clenched and she cried out her release.

Spike lapped at her gently as she came down from her orgasm, before making his way up her body. Buffy opened her eyes and smiled at him, while running her hands down his bare back.

“That was, wow,” she sighed, before frowning when she discovered his jeans still in place. “And you are wearing too many clothes, mister.”

Spike moaned when Buffy’s fingers reached down to run over the prominent bulge in his jeans. Her fingers made short work of the button and zipper quickly allowing Spike’s cock to spring free of its confines. He hissed at the first sensation of warm hands against his cool shaft. Buffy slowly explored him with her hands, watching Spike’s face as she did.

Spike opened his eyes and stared into Buffy’s emerald pools, “Playin’ with fire there, pet,” he said, thrusting into her hand as she squeezed his balls. “Won’ last long, kitten. Need to be inside you.”

Buffy looked into the incredible azure depths watching her. She felt Spike’s cock twitch against her hand as she softly caressed the head, marveling at how responsive he was. Desperate to feel him inside of her, she maneuvered him to her sopping entrance.

Spike felt his cock brush against Buffy’s wet folds and groaned at the sensation. When her hand gently directed him to her opening, it was all he could do to restrain himself from ramming into her. Instead, he sunk in slowly, watching her face and allowing her to adjust to his size. When he was fully seated, they shared a moan of pleasure. Spike kissed her throat as he started to move inside her, angling himself just right to ensure Buffy’s pleasure.

“So hot, so bloody perfect you are,” Spike started rambling as her heat enfolded him. He felt like he was burning from the inside out, her wonderful heat infusing his cold body with every thrust. Buffy’s soft moans drove him on and when she raked her nails down his back he thought he’d shoot his load earlier than he intended.

“Come for me, love. Let me feel you come around me, kitten,” Spike encouraged her, lips by her ear, dipping down to suckle at her pulse point.

“Mmmph…” came Buffy’s incoherent reply as she reveled in the sensations Spike was creating in her body. She met him thrust for thrust, finally not being afraid to hold back, knowing Spike was strong enough to take it. As she felt her orgasm building, she craved something more. Spike’s mouth on her neck felt heavenly and as he nipped her with his blunt human teeth, she knew what she wanted.

“Bite me, Spike,” she managed between pants. The request slowed his movements as he looked deeply into her eyes.

“You sure, love,” he whispered the question, amazed that she would trust him to bite her. Buffy smiled softly up at him, nodding in encouragement. It was all he could do to restrain his demon from claiming her right then and there. He thrust into her, burying his face in her throat as his bones shifted. He kissed and licked her throat to lessen the pain of the bite, before gently sliding in his fangs, humming in pleasure when her powerful blood filled his mouth.

As soon as Buffy felt the pinch of Spike’s fangs in her throat, her body surged in response. As he pulled mouthfuls of blood from her body, her orgasm exploded within her. Stars flashed behind her eyelids as she cried out Spike’s name, inner muscles clamping down on his cock. His orgasm followed quickly behind hers as she felt him burst inside of her.

Spike licked gently at the wounds to close them, purring in contentment as he lay between Buffy’s legs. He raised his head to look down at her with amber eyes and shifted back to his human face when she smiled up at him. He didn’t want to move, but was afraid of leaving his dead weight on her, he shifted onto his back, pulling Buffy with him and nestling her against his side. His inner William was screaming at him to declare his undying devotion for the effulgent beauty at his side while his demon lay sated and quiet.

“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered, terrified that it would cause her to bolt, but unable to restrain himself. He felt Buffy shift against him, and stiffened in response.

Buffy couldn’t remember the last time her body felt so good, if it ever had. When Spike’s whispered ‘I love you’ broke through her post-coital bliss, she stirred against him, unsure of how to respond. Buffy felt him stiffen and knew she had to say something.

“Spike,” she said softly, waiting for him to meet her eyes. “This is going to sound stupid. A-and I know it’s not what you want. But thank you.”

Spike’s eyes flashed at her admission, unsure of what to make of it.

“I mean, thanks for loving me. I-I don’t know if I’m ready to love you, or anyone yet, but maybe if you’re willing to let me try…” she drifted off, casting her eyes down as tears welled up.

Spike felt like shouting from the rooftops. Buffy wasn’t rejecting him; she was asking him to wait for her. “’Course, love. I’ll wait to the end of the world,” he said, tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“That may be next Tuesday,” Buffy smiled through her tears.

Spike chuckled, “Better not be bloody next Tuesday. I need some time with my girl.” He captured her lips in a tender kiss, putting all of his love and emotions into it, allowing her to feel what he knew to be true.

Buffy broke away panting after the kiss had quickly turned a lot more heated than tender. “Happy Saint Lucia Day, Spike,” she said, smiling cheekily up at him even as her hands were traveling down to explore his body.

“Happy Lucia to you. Best bloody holiday I’ve ever had,” Spike said before leaning down to kiss her again deciding he was far from ready to nap. Buffy’s giggles were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he looked forward to spending the day in bed with her, content to stay lost in time.

Buffy knew what she would have to face come evening, but as Spike’s kisses caressed her skin once more, she knew it would all be worth it. He was the only one who truly understood her and accepted all of who she was. Perhaps it was time to indulge in a little monster in her man. Before being overcome with the sensations Spike was creating in her once again, she whispered a quick thank you to Lucia for lighting her way and helping her see what was right in front of her for so long.





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