“So… do you want to ride into work with me this morning?” Buffy asked casually as she came walking into the kitchen. She realized now how ridiculous she must seem to him, not ever wanting to share a cab with him even though their destination was the same. Well, except in the beginning when she had legitimate reasons to stay away from him by any means within her control. But that, like everything else, had changed in the last few days.
Spike had barely taken a sip of his coffee when he spit it back out and looked up at her in astonishment. “A-hem,” he cleared his throat then smirked as he jested, “Not to be rude, luv, but are you sure you’re feelin’ alright?”
“I’m fine. I just thought that...” Maybe he didn’t want to since they were so used to going their separate ways. “Never mind, I-I understand if you don’t want to. Forget I asked.”
“No-no, `m good with it, jus’… surprised is all.” Huh! Well this was certainly… different from the usual ‘good morning’ he received whenever they sat and had coffee together before splitting up and making their own way to the office. What he found more shocking, other than the question itself, was how shy she was acting about it. “Think `m gonna have an extra cup `f java before we leave, though,” he added with a smile as she sat down with her own cup.
“Okay. And hey, if we continue to share rides, we’ll save money. Er, at least I do… rich-boy.” The mood was immediately lightened when he chuckled, easing her tension. She wasn’t a stealthy kind of person, but wanted to engage him in small acts, things like riding together, maybe have lunch together today - rules were made to be broken anyway, even her own - as a way of slowly exploring this ‘new’ side of him. It was all she could think of to see if he’d legitimately turned over a new leaf.
Aside from requiring a little extra caffeine before heading into work, Spike also needed a couple of Tylenol. Maybe it was spending most of the weekend perched on the couch or sitting last night for so long out on the balcony, but whichever it was, the muscles along his spine were killing him.
Unbeknownst to him, Buffy saw him down the medicine and looked at him with concern while he rubbed the lower portion of his back.
~~~*~~~
Other than going over Buffy’s weekly report and a midmorning meeting in New Jersey, Spike was glad they didn’t have much to do afterwards other than a few phone calls along with some computer work. The bumpy train ride they’d taken to the Garden State agitated his tender muscles more than he cared to admit. His plan was to sit the rest of the day in his comfortable leather chair and pray the afternoon would fly by so he could lay down at home after taking something stronger for the pain.
His plans changed drastically, however, when he and Buffy arrived back inside their office to find a vase of what looked like at least four dozen pink roses sitting on her desk. He listened to Buffy read aloud the card that came with it, a simple ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel’.
Flowers, pfft! Bloody typical. Spike was fuming over the poofter’s romantic gesture so much he never noticed her reaction of throwing the card aside and sighing heavily in a manner that suggested she didn’t appreciate it.
“Huh, I never even realized it was Valentine’s Day. Guess I should call and thank him,” she said more to herself as she rolled her shoulders, bracing herself to say ‘no’ as politely as possible should he ask her to dinner tonight. This certainly mucked up her intention of telling him today that she didn’t want to see him anymore. She’d feel guilty if she did it right now after he’d gone and bought her flowers. There’s always tomorrow, she supposed as she picked up her phone to ring his office.
Spike didn’t know it was Valentine’s Day either; of course, he’d never done anything for a girl on this particular holiday, so there was really no reason for him to remember. Well, that was going to change… today! There’s a first time for everythin’, he reasoned. He wasn’t about to be outdone by Captain Forehead, plus he knew, knew this was merely a ploy of Angelus’ to ease his way into Buffy’s good graces before he tried to ease his way into her bed. Not `f I have anythin’ to say `bout it!
But what could he possibly do for her or buy to get her focused back on him and away from Angelus? He was no good at this sort of thing. Okay, setting aside getting her the Blood Ties series which was bloody brilliant of him. This needed to be more than just brilliant though, but not mushy or stereotypical. It had to be special, different, an object or action that would really mean something to her. As he sat there wracking his brain while Buffy hung up the phone and went to work on her laptop, he had another dilemma on his hands. How was he going to get this mission accomplished by today without her knowing, because it definitely had to be a surprise.
Leaning forward in his chair to open his own laptop, he hissed from a sudden twinge in his spine, causing Buffy to look over at him.
“Spike, are you alright?”
“Think I jus’ slept in the wrong position. Made me stiff.”
She didn’t entirely believe him, having noticed throughout the day he’d occasionally knead his back while grimacing when he didn’t know she’d been watching. “Listen, why don’t you go home, take something for it and lay down with a pillow under your knees. There isn’t anything here at work I can’t handle and there’s no sense in you being uncomfortable if you don’t have to.”
As he turned to her, he realized she’d just solved his problem for him, both actually. He did need to lie down, but leaving now would also give him several hours to try and come up with an idea of what to get her before she came back to the apartment.
“You don’ mind? I can stay, really, `s no-”
Pointing a parental finger at him, she cut him off. “Uh-uh, Mister. I’ve seen you rubbing your back on and off all day. Go home. I’ll be fine by myself.”
“`S that an order, Miss Summers?” he asked with a smirk while she folded her arms under her chest as if she already had her mind made up.
“It is.”
“Bossy chit.” She raised a single brow at him even though she smiled. “Orderin’ me about like I work for you instead `f the other way `round.”
Giggling, she replied, “That’s the best part. Now go to the apartment and take care of yourself. I’ll be home shortly around five thirty-ish after going to Willy’s.” Thankfully, Angel hadn’t asked her to dinner. He’d said he wanted to, but was going to be swamped with work for the next couple of days and would make it up to her later this week. Her plan remained intact though, she was still going to cut things off with him tomorrow, the sooner the better.
“Alright, `f you’re sure.” Shutting his suitcase, he got up from his chair slowly, making a face as his muscles strained to stand to his full height.
“Go. Scoot. Get out of here,” she shooed him with her hands.
“Oi, give a bloke a chance. Can’ move very fast here.” Grabbing his suit coat and jacket, he looked over his shoulder to tell her, “I’ll see you later, kitten.” After bidding her farewell, it suddenly dawned on him exactly what he could get her. I really am a bloody genius, he complimented himself while grinning ear to ear on his way to the elevator.
~~~*~~~
Spike was knocked out on the couch, still holding the gift he’d bought for Buffy by the time she came home. He never realized he’d fallen asleep or that she was there until he felt fingers running gently through his hair and heard her whispering his name.
“Spike? You awake?” He looked so peaceful as he slept that she hated to rouse him, but she was sure he’d want something to eat and she also wanted to know how he was feeling. “William?” she asked one more time as she raked her fingertips through the gelled locks on his crown, preferring it when they were loose and unruly. As he slowly opened his eyes, she smiled and sat down on the edge of the couch near his hip.
“Mmmm, hey,” he mumbled groggily before the urge to yawn overtook him. As he did, he raised his arms - from their crossed position over his chest – above his head and immediately heard Buffy gasp. Bugger! He instantly knew why she’d made that sound; he’d forgotten to put what he got her back in the box. Bloody hell, he cursed himself; he really wanted it to be a surprise.
“Uhmm… is that what I think it is?” She felt stupid the second she asked since it was blindingly obvious it was exactly what she thought it was. Looking at his face, she almost couldn’t believe her eyes when they witnessed him blushing mildly as he nodded.
“I meant for you to open your gift, but…” He trailed off while lifting his present up for her inspection. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said shyly, hoping she’d be pleased with his choice.
She clasped her hands over her mouth for another surprised gasp before reaching out to take the tiny black feline with a red silk ribbon tied around its neck. “Ohhh… oh-my-God. She… he…”
“`S a he.”
“He’s sooooo adorable!” The second the kitten opened its sleepy eyes and yawned as wide as Spike had, she melted. “Oh, William,” she said softly as she nuzzled the creature against her cheek while closing her eyes, her heart bursting with affection as he began to purr. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Jus’ wanted to get somethin’ special for my girl.” Inside he was thrilled she appeared so happy with her gift that he didn’t realize right away he’d referred to her as ‘my girl’. When he did, he was grateful she didn’t call him on it.
As she cooed at the kitten, rubbing her nose against it, she told him how sweet she thought it was to find him asleep with it curled up in his arms. Of course being a man, he’d never admit he found the little fur ball so cute that he couldn’t help but cuddle it when he lay down on the couch.
“Thank you so much. He’s beautiful.”
“You’re welcome, pet.” He sat up a little higher on the couch and was about to tell her something when she leaned forward to press her lips softly against his.
Buffy didn’t even think twice about kissing him. It simply felt natural, like the right thing to do at the time because she was genuinely touched by his gift. And when he responded, kissed her back, she allowed it for a second longer than was necessary before pulling away. It was amazing what a difference the last two days made in their… well, relationship, making them feel comfortable enough with the other to simply share a kiss of gratitude and not make it out to be more than that… even if she secretly did enjoy the feel of his lips against hers.
Pointing towards the kitchen, he said, “Got the nibblet everythin’ he’ll need to be comfortable. Food, feedin’ bowls, litter box, scratchin’ post, bed, toys. And his papers are inside the box.”
“Papers?”
“He’s a purebred. Persian.”
Well that certainly explained the scrunched up nose that she found so loveable. “So why this one, other than the fact he’s a Persian?”
“Well, there was a whole litter `f them, all pure black, but when he opened his eyes, they were the same shade `f green as yours.” He shrugged, feeling rather bashful when admitting, “They reminded me `f you. Tha’s why I picked him.” She set the kitten down in her lap and gave him a look that spoke of guilt. “Wha’s wrong, pet?”
“I just… feel bad. I didn’t think we would be exchanging... what I mean is that I didn’t get you anything and here you got me this awesome present.” It wasn’t like they we’re Valentines or anything, but she still felt bad that he’d put so much thought into getting her something she’d like and she had nothing to give him in return.
Chuckling, he pushed himself completely upright and planted his feet on the floor when she shifted over for him. “`S jus’ a gift, luv. Like the pen, there’s no strings attached.” And he truly meant it.
“I could make you dinner,” she offered. It was the least she could do to thank him.
“Too late for that. I ordered Italian to be delivered at six.”
“You did?”
“I didn’-” He began running his hands up and down his spine as he continued to explain. “-feel like cookin’ and didn’ want you burnin’ down the kitchen, so yeah.” At her scowl, he elbowed her side playfully. “You know `m teasin’ ya… even if `s true,” he added with a wink.
“Hmmph!” She turned her nose up at him.
“Awwww, come on now, don’ be-”
“Massage,” she suddenly blurted out.
“S’cuse me?” What the…
“Your back. It’s still hurting, right?”
“Yeeeeah, but-”
“So I’ll give you a massage, a-after dinner.” Since he’d gotten her the kitten, she wanted to do something for him, too. And by doing this, it would make things even in her mind.
As much as the idea appealed to him, he didn’t expect anything in return from her. Quirking a brow, he tried to express that. “Buffy,” he said sternly. “You don’ have to do that. I meant what I said.” But she insisted anyway.
“Then consider it my gift to you.”
There was a moment’s pause while he studied her thoughtfully before conceding. “Alright, as long as tha’s what you want to do.”
“It is. Besides, you need it judging from the fact you’re still rubbing your back.”
She certainly got him there, so he stopped trying to massage himself and brought his hands around to rest in his lap.
He sat there just staring at her and the need to fill the silence that followed had her searching for something to say. Pointing over her shoulder, she made her excuse to get away from the disturbingly handsome smile he wore while watching her. “I’ll-uhmm, go set the table. W-while we’re waiting for the delivery guy. Here.” Taking her kitten, which’d fallen asleep again, she handed it to him then stood up.
“So what are you gonna name him?” he called out to her as she walked into the kitchen.
“I’m not sure.” Busying herself by laying out the dishware they’d need and then retrieving a chilled bottle of Lambrusco from the fridge, she said, “I’ll have to think about it for awhile.”
When the doorbell rang, Spike immediately said he’d get it after carefully laying the still sleeping feline on the couch. With the table set, Buffy took the opportunity to go to her room and change into a pair of flannel night-shorts that resembled boxers and a T-shirt that matched the grey in the plaid pattern of her bottoms.
When she came back out, Spike was dishing out the food, so she occupied herself by taking the kitten’s belongings and set them up where she thought they should go then washed her hands before joining him for dinner.
~~~*~~~
Shoving another glass of wine in his hand along with two Ibuprofen tablets, Buffy insisted that Spike sit in the hot tub so the heat from the water would help loosen his muscles up while she cleaned the dishes. Several minutes later, as she walked past the glass doors of the balcony on the way to the bathroom, Spike called out to get her attention.
When she slid the door open a crack, he asked, “Could you get me a towel, luv? I forgot to grab one before comin’ out here.”
“Sure. Be right back.”
After she disappeared from view, he couldn’t help but imagine how nice it was going to feel to have her hands all over his body. Okay, just his back, but he was hoping that maybe he could talk her into a full body rub. Bloody hell! He was getting hard just thinking about it when she suddenly reappeared through the door and left the towel within his reach. Before she walked back inside, he stopped her.
“Buffy?”
“Yeah?” She turned back around.
“This… massage. Does it come with a happy endin’?” He really couldn’t stop himself from being so bold. She’d been warming up to him so much lately and all the wonderful kisses they’d shared as of late… well, he prayed that maybe, by asking her in the manner he had, she’d be willing to give him a hand release since he had no intentions of sleeping with any other woman but her. She said she was only ‘seeing’ Angelus, therefore she didn’t belong to him and that made Spike feel no guilt over his request.
She cocked her head to the side, gave him a thoughtful look for a few seconds before shrugging her shoulders. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. I’m not really very good at that sort of thing.”
And then she left, her words having turned his cock painfully hard. Oh yeah, if she was willing to give him a hand job, it wouldn’t be too long before he had all of her. Her heart, her soul, her body… maybe even tonight!
~~~*~~~
Twenty minutes later, Spike came out of his room after drying off and changing into nothing more than a pair of loose fitting charcoal sweatpants. He found Buffy in the living room sitting on the floor, giggling away while using a string to tease and play with the kitten. He stood there watching her with amusement before he had an idea. Going back to his room, he pulled out his laser pen for pointing at things during meetings and brought it back into the living room, sitting down beside her.
“Here. Watch this,” he said and pressed the button so a red dot appeared on the rug in front of the feline who immediately pounced on it, only to be confused when it darted away from him.
Buffy was in a fit of hysterics when Spike ran it in small circles, the kitten’s head on a swivel before he steered it straight to the edge of the floor and up the wall about a foot, the kitten chasing after it, batting its tiny paws furiously in an effort to get it before giving up after a minute to slump down and yawn.
“Awwww, you wore Sebastian out,” she scolded him as she went over to pick the tired kitty up and placed him in his round wicker-basket bed.
“Sebastian? Tha’s what you named him?”
“Yup.” Walking over to where he sat, she extended her hand to help him up, knowing his back was still bothering him. “I enjoy listening to classical music every once in awhile and Bach is one of my favorite composers. But since Bach or Johann didn’t sound right, I chose to name him Sebastian.”
“Sebastian,” he repeated, nodding his head once he stood up. “Good choice, pet. Suits the li’l bit.” Still clinging to her hand, he changed the subject. “So where did you wanna give me this massage?”
“Oh, right. Well, I think it would be best if you were able to spread out a little, and since the couch isn’t really big enough for that then maybe your bed? That way you can go straight to sleep once I’m through with you.”
His cock jumped and he gulped audibly while her words echoed in his head with all the possible implications, once I’m through with you… through with you… through with... She broke his train of thought when she tugged on his hand to make him follow her down the hall.
Letting go of him, she said she’d be with him in a minute before she disappeared into the bathroom. With a huge grin on his face, he went into his bedroom, left the door open for her and sprawled out onto his stomach across the bed, eagerly awaiting her arrival.
Buffy’s nerves were on edge over what she was about to do. It didn’t really hit her until Spike came into the living room half naked; exposing his perfectly sculpted upper body for her eyes to feast on. She was only able to hide her blushing reaction to it because they were playing with Sebastian, but now, all she could think about was the fact her hands were going to be all over that sinfully delicious, hard... Stop it! He’s hurting right now and you said you’d do this for him, so get a grip, Buffy, she scolded herself. Although it was his fault for being so damn hot and-and walking around like that before he had to, yup! She grabbed a towel and her bottle of oil from the shelf, trying to will away her attraction for him. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself – again - that this was to help ease the pain he was obviously in. With that last thought in mind, she walked out of the bathroom and into his room.
Turned out none of her efforts did her much good. Not when she was met with the sight of the tightly corded muscles of his back, strong looking shoulders, shapely biceps that looked flexed even at rest as they lay at his side near to his trim waist, those finely toned love handles peeking out from above the hem of his jogging pants which clung to his perfect buttocks and... Focus damnit, focus and do not look at his sexy ass. Groaning to herself, she vowed to behave in a clinical fashion as she did this and to make it as brief as possible, too.
Spike felt the bed depress as Buffy sat down on it and turned his head towards her. Seeing the bottle of vanilla oil she was opening, he protested. “Oi there, you’re not gonna make me smell all girlie-like with that, are you?”
“Sorry, it’s the only thing I have. There’s nothing else except for lotion in the bathroom and that won’t work as well.” She giggled at his ‘bloody hell’ before asking, “Where does it hurt the most?”
Other than his aching erection, which he wasn’t about to say, he told her the muscles along his spine from the base up to his shoulder blades. “Here, this’ll make it easier for you.”
Much to her horror - or rather delight that she desperately tried to stifle - he raised his hips and pushed his pants down to the point where she could now see the flesh of his upper cheeks where they roundly stood out from his lower vertebrae along with an inch of the crack of his drool-worthy backside. Glad that he wasn’t looking at her, she blushed profusely while trying to keep her panting as silent as she could until she got control of herself. “O-okay,” she stuttered and poured some oil into her hand, thankful he wouldn’t see her face from the position she had to be in for this.
Scooting closer to him and sitting on her knees, she leaned over to drag her hands from his scapula down to the top of his pelvis, avoiding going any lower than where the waistband of his pants should be. She spread the oil around until her palms were gliding smoothly against his skin then used her thumbs to press down and massage his muscles in slow, gentle circles.
“Mmmmm, feels good, pet. Dig in with all your might, I can take it.”
“Okay, but tell me if it’s too hard or rough. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”
Oh, he was already too hard, and as for rough… the rougher the better. Bugger! He really needed to get those thoughts out of his head. It was bad enough his hormones were getting the better of both his body and mind, though he did have to forgive himself a little. After all, here was the only woman he wanted, in his bed, her small hands currently working their magic on his muscles. However unknowingly, the effect of her touching him - even like this - did things to him, other things that unwittingly drove him insane against his will.
Buffy did her best, taking note of the time on his clock, telling herself that twenty minutes should do the trick. Any longer and her hands would wear out since she was using so much force as she sought out the knots and worked to loosen them. As the minutes wore on and she got towards his bottom, she rose up on her knees and used the leverage to put more strength into her palms while working on this section of him.
“Lower, please?” he asked her. It was the spot that hurt the most.
“Huh?” Please tell me he didn’t just ask me to go lower.
“I need you to go a tad lower, pet.”
Thinking quick to find an excuse not to, she told him, “I can’t from this angle, not with the same amount of pressure you want.”
“Sit on my legs. That should work.”
Damnit! He was right and she didn’t want to cheat him out of what he needed since she’d offered to do this. Mental note to self… don’t offer again. She could straddle his upper thighs, no problem there; it was having to massage the very area she’d avoided so far that bothered her… in a hot and bothered kind of way that had her panicking. You can do this, Buffy. Just close your eyes… get it over with then leave the room. Immediately!
Doing as he suggested, she still found it difficult to breathe despite screwing her eyes shut from the sight of him. She pressed down on the tops of his round globes but used only her knuckles, rolling her fists in an outwards pattern to get around the base of his spine. But dear Lord in heaven, she didn’t think those were ‘knotted’ muscles; that part of his anatomy just happened to be extremely firm. Repeating the pattern three more times, she finally opened her eyes and swiftly raised his sweatpants to cover him up, signaling she was through before moving away from him to sit on the edge of the bed.
“All done now. How do you feel?”
Spike rolled over onto his back, smiling up at her lazily while she wiped her hands on the towel. “Bloody perfect, pet. Jus’ what I needed… `cept for my happy endin’.”
“Happy ending? But you just said it was perfect.”
“It was,” he reaffirmed, wanting to assuage her fears as she looked him like she’d already failed before she even began. “Look, I know you said you weren’ very good at it, but it doesn’ bother me. At this point, jus’ to have you touch me there, well, it’ll probably do the trick in two strokes.”
“Touch? There?” He nodded. “Strokes?”
“I guarantee it.”
Waggling his brows after looking downward then back to her, she finally understood after trailing the path his eyes laid for her to follow. No way could she miss how highly tented his sweats were and what lay beneath them.
“I-have-to-go,” she announced and slid off the bed in a hurry to race to the door, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him, the erection she couldn’t ignore as he stood making her even more nervous.
“Stay… please,” he begged in a husky voice full of need.
“I-I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.” She spoke softly as her eyes darted quickly from his groin to his face as she pulled away from his grasp.
Her brief glance at his crotch was a telling look. “We can fix that, no sex involved,” he reassured her. “Happy endin’, tha’s all.” He tried to joke, offered her a small smile but from the look in her eyes, it wasn’t working.
“I can’t fix that.” As he sighed with frustration, she didn’t want to feel guilty but she did. She should have known giving him a massage might arouse him, placing them both in this predicament. He was only a man after all.
“Why?” he cried, the disappointment evident in his face, his voice. “Are you afraid? Is that it?” Lowering his voice, he hoped to calm what appeared to be one very frightened Buffy. “There’s no need to be, baby, not of me.”
“`M not afraid of you,” she replied, though there was a tremor of doubt in her voice she couldn’t hide.
“Then wha’s the matter?”
“We live together,” she reasoned though she knew that was no excuse.
“Not seein’ the problem here, pet.” She was confusing the hell out of him. If he could just figure out what the problem was, maybe he could help, make it go away. It wasn’t like he was asking her for sex.
“We’re not together... like that. We share... space... and that’s it. We’re-we’re unlikely roommates.”
That hit a nerve with him and he stalked towards her, determined for her to see the truth. “But we could be so much more. I know you feel it, too.”
“Oh right.” Now she was getting upset. “Whenever you’re not out there boinking half of New York, maybe.” She backed away from him, feeling the need for distance, from him, from her frustration, from all of the emotions that were overwhelming her right now and warring with each other.
“I wouldn’ do that.” He meant to assuage her fears with his words, let her know whatever she wanted was exactly what he’d give her. Why couldn’t she see that? He took slow, measured steps towards her, not wanting to scare her but not wanting her to leave until they talked this out either.
“I’m just not sure why you’re so willing to give up your ways. Face it, Spike.” Her eyes misted up as she accused him of something he hadn’t even done yet. “I’d be nothing more than some temporary thing to you and when I move out… and we still work together? No. This can’t happen.” My heart couldn’t take it, she thought, not with the way she felt towards him.
With her back to the door, she reached behind her and desperately began fumbling with the knob as he closed the gap between them.
The moment he heard the door creak open, he slammed a hand above her head to close it again.
“Please… just move,” she begged, her voice sounding as tired as she felt, not ready or willing to deal with all of this just yet.
“No.”
“Move, Spike,” she ordered him more firmly, her anger beginning to rise as his face came dangerously close to hers.
“Make me,” he whispered in her ear, pulling back in time to see her eyes close, face frowning hard with indecision, so obviously torn between wanting to stay or go. “You won’ and you wanna know why? Cause you’re wound too tight for your own good, scared `f yourself… scared `f the very thing you want most……… and tha’s me.” Shocked green eyes snapped open to glare at him but he stayed right in her face, lowering his voice when pointing out the facts. “You need to face it, Buffy. Face yourself, face me and stop runnin’. There’s only one bloke that can take care `f you right, treat you right, give you what you’ve been denyin’ yourself and tha’s me… ME!” His lips curled into a snarl as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her, letting her feel just how badly he wanted her and only her, praying she would see it and give in to the desire that was so clearly written all over her face.
That, however, earned him a quick slap to his cheek from the irate blonde before him.
Angry, he slapped her back, lightly though, not hard enough to be abusive but enough to get her attention, let her know he wasn’t going to stand there and take it.
“Ah,” her short surprised cry of outrage came... right before she slapped him back.
She wants to play it that way, huh? Fine! Slap!
He did it again! Fucker! Slap!
Back at her. Slap!
And forth. Slap!
Back. Slap!
And forth. Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Faster. Slap!
Slap!
And faster. Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
The tempo steadily increasing.
Slap!
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Slap!
Slap!
Their high strung emotions fueling the crescendo.
Slap!
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Slap!
Suddenly, Buffy grabbed his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss. His eyes went wide with surprise but instinct kicked in and he quickly took over, yanking on her waist in response as she wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him closer still. Her back hit the door with a dull thud but it didn’t stop her from turning her head sideways, her silky tongue coming out to slide eagerly across his. He groaned under the sweet taste of her impatience, crushed her mouth beneath his, devouring every delightful, tiny moan that tried to escape her lips. Flames of desire licked at every corner of his being, his cock hardening further, throbbing violently for release when she raised her leg, rubbing his outer thigh up and down in invitation, summoning him to tumble head long past the brink of any sanity he had left.
Pressing the heavy, pulsing weight of his desire against her, he could feel the heat of her core practically burning its way through the fabric that separated them and knew if he didn’t tamper his lust down, any clothes they were currently wearing would be lying in shreds at their feet in under a second. But his thoughts were too scattered right now, his inner primal need to consume her darkly shadowing all reason as his raw, open nerves absorbed the feel of her curves melding to his. His fingers shot down to grip her calf, raising it higher as he ground against her, again and again, shuddering when she bucked her hips in reply. She hooked her ankle around the back of his knee as his palm drifted slowly up the satiny smooth texture of her thigh, savoring every inch of his ascent.
Never would he have guessed she’d be so bold, that tonight would be the night she finally listened to him, heard, understood and give herself over to him, but none of it mattered it now. All he cared about was that they were finally on the same page, that she wanted him as much as he did her. But he would keep his word, treat her right, make their first time very special… for her… and the time after that, and the time after that… forever. She tore away from him to gasp for air but he granted her only a single gulp before diving back in to capture her lips, a guttural growl of possessiveness roaring through his chest to pour down her throat in warning if she dared to separate herself again from his hungry mouth.
The bruising, angry kiss he treated her to was meant to establish dominance. He simply wanted her too much now to let her go for even a moment. Need... he crushed her even tighter against him... want... held her head in place as the fight ensued ... so bloody bad... moved his hand to roughly knead her bottom... gotta have... began rhythmically thrusting his cock against her... have to... pulled her into each one... have... turned his head to swallow her moans... need... she responded so beautifully... right now... so perfect... want... thrust... take... ran a hand inside her shorts... have... slid a finger beneath her desire soaked panties...
She unexpectedly broke away, held her hand over her mouth, looking horrified at what they’d done. He was furious she felt that way, tried to reach for her again before she could flee but it was too late. She ran from his room. “FUCK!!!” He kicked the door shut in a fit of rage. She should have taken it for what it was, a bloody revelation. He hadn’t forced himself on her, she attacked him! But then his anger turned inward, knowing he was partly to blame. They should have talked, not argued, and he’d let his temper get the better of him which ultimately facilitated what happened.
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Buffy ran into the bathroom, locked the door and leaned against it, chest heaving as her mind tried to catch up to what they’d almost done. Feeling feverish, like she was burning up from the inside out, she quickly turned the shower on, set it to cold and jumped in, clothes and all. The trembles of passion that racked her body rapidly turned to shivers under the freezing spray of water and she thanked God for the distraction.
God yes, she wanted him, but it was too soon, too fast, everything had spiraled way out of control. For a moment she’d let herself succumb to the delicious sensations he’d evoked in her, surrendered completely, lost herself in an all consuming haze of arousal she’d never experienced before, every cell in her body flaring with a white-hot inescapable need as their bodies writhed against one another. The way his hands greedily roamed her body, the voracious kisses they’d exchanged that encouraged her to seek more as the ache between her thighs becoming unbearable. Whorls of electricity built inside her womb, tried to claw their way out, becoming more and more intense with every stabbing thrust of his erection against her center coupled with the rough timbre of his needful groans that cut a deep serrated path to her very core...
Damnit, this shower wasn’t nearly cold enough to fully staunch the sinful memories that would surely haunt her for days. This is all my fault. No, not entirely, both their faults. But she shouldn’t have... she sent the wrong message and... she kissed him... he kissed her back… and it... felt so good, but the moment his fingers touched her, her... She closed her eyes against the string of profanities that suddenly followed a loud crash coming from Spike’s room. He was angry with her, had every right to be with the way she threw herself at him like some whore. No, like a tease! This was so what she didn’t need and worse, didn’t know how to fix.
