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Chapter Fourteen

Finally

A/N Thanks Kar Darcy Kirsty and Mel for your input and beta reading...

Buffy sat covered in sand laughing her heart out, Imogen tried to grasp the white grains of sand in her hands as she played in the sandbox her father had made that day. Buffy watched with Imogen on her lap, as he had dug into the soil. He made a round hole in the ground, re-enforced it with a large tyre and filled it with sand. She watched him as she openly admired the shape of his body, as his muscles rippled and contracted with his labour. He’d catch her a few times, as he leant on his shovel, with a slight tilt on his head, and an evil grin on his face. A little embarrassed at being caught, she’d just continue to play with Imogen, to avoid the visual contact. Deep down the flame of desire flickered at her beings edge’s, demanding to be freed from its prison.

It had been a few weeks since the confrontation with her mother, and things had settled down somewhat. She’d even stayed over a few times at Spike’s, and much to her horror he always guided her to the guest room, leaving her at the door. Leaving her burning. It had also been a few weeks since her visit to the doctor, but Spike had never mentioned it. He had been loving, yet withdrawn at the same time, he never tried to caress her anymore, it was sending her into a chaotic turmoil. In the last couple of months she had pulled herself from a deep darkness that invaded her life, and had left it infected with such a sickness, that she thought she would never return. Yet with the strength that she’d found within herself, she’d managed to pull herself from the hole that she’d created. One obstacle still remained. She was not sure how she would react if she took that one-step forward, such a giant leap of faith. She craved it, wanted it like nothing she had ever wanted before, and she wanted it now.


She wanted him, and she was going to do something about it soon. ‘Damn his sinister attraction’ she thought to herself, as he flashed a very evil grin her way.


Spike watched Buffy as she played with Imogen in the sand box he’d built, he slowly drank the cool drink he held in his hand. Wiping his brow he could see the oncoming dusk approach. The sky was beginning to dim, as the shadows of pink bled into the fading day. He put the glass down on the wicker table, then turned to Buffy and smiled.


“Be back soon luv, need a shower.” With that Spike turned into the house, slamming the screen door behind him.


Buffy looked at Imogen and decided to put a plan into action. She picked the baby up herself and went back into the house. She placed the baby into the high chair and began to heat up her dinner then waited for the microwave to ping before moving towards the youngster, to feed her dinner. All the time she could hear the shower water running upstairs. The memories of the night that she snuck into his bedroom flooded her memory, making the task at hand even more difficult. She tried to feed Imogen with a shaking hand. Once completed, she took Imogen upstairs to the main bathroom and attempted to wash the youngster, with as little fuss as possible. She then took the baby to her room, and put the girl into her pyjama suit, and into her cot. She made sure the baby was comfortable, and watched sleep take over, as her eyes slowly closed in slumber.


“Hey, you!” Spike spoke softly to Buffy from the hallway. He moved over, and kissed her softly on the head, “All tuckered out, Little Bit?”


“Yeah, she’s tired. Nearly fell asleep while I was feeding her!” Buffy spoke softly so as not to wake the baby.


“Hmmmm, lucky girl to have such attention! You’re spoiling her!” Spike moved behind her and placed his arms around her.


Not content with that Buffy turned around, entwining herself around him. Standing up on her toes slightly, she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. Looking straight into his gaze, she could see her reflection in the azure blue of his eyes. She slid one hand down his arm, and took his hand within her own, before leading him out of the baby’s room. Buffy turned towards him, slightly walking backwards to watch his reaction. She led him to the master bedroom, and stopped at the door. Looking in, she surveyed the neat room, her gaze caught on his bed. Turning her gaze back to him, and back to the bed, she sent him her silent invitation.


Spike looked at her, his face softening as his gaze followed hers towards the bed. Her intention was clear for him to see. He felt the sudden rise of heat burn through his body, he’d denied himself the temptation, waiting for her to be sure, for what had seemed an eternity. He’d made her sleep away from him, from fear of pushing himself to a point of no return, to a point that she would never trust or accept him. Now he watched as she laid a hand on his chest, and ran it down his abdomen, stopping just at his jeans. She ran her hand along the waistband, and took a step closer to him.

“Are you sure?” Spike asked her, wanting to be certain of her intentions.


“Yes.”


This time is was his turn to take her hand. He led her into his bedroom and brought her to the side of his bed, clasping both her hands in his, he leant into her and kissed her with such gentleness. Taking the initiative, Buffy applied a gentle pressure to his mouth with her own, outlining his lips with her tongue, as she invited him within the depths of her mouth. Accepting the invitation, Spike delved into her, caressing the inner flesh of her mouth as he explored her for himself. They slowly burned each other with their passion, as they generated an intense heat between them.

Spike took the first step, he broke away from their kiss, and moved his hands onto her waist, looking at her with such an intense gaze, full of desire and promise, he slowly lifted from her body. He only broke his eye contact with her, as the top went over her head, he gathered her up for a searing kiss that showed the fervour that his passion consumed him with. Buffy responded with that same need to feel his skin, dragging his t-shirt from his jeans, she pulled it up and over his body creating a symmetry between them.


She stopped to admire him, running her hands down his abdomen, the muscles so well defined. She gently scraped her nails along and watched them contract with his sharp intake of breath, as her hands covered his flesh. He watched as she leant slightly back and down to place a line of kisses, nips and licks of her tongue along his flesh until she reached his nipple. Taking it into her mouth, she teased the tip with her tongue, gently suckling it, and grating her teeth over it, causing his body to shudder in response, as she aroused him to newer heights. She watched his face, as he scraped his lips with his teeth as he bit down, his face tightened as he let out a breath, in reaction to the pleasure she was giving him.


Unable to take anymore, he pulled her upright, and ran his hand down her collarbone, between her breasts, and a single finger down her abdomen, until he reached her own jeans. Taking the snap in between his fingers, he undid the button, slowly pulling the zipper down to part the fabric. He ran his hands across her stomach, and pushed his hands around to her back until they came to rest between her back of her jeans and bottom. Taking the fabric between his thumb and fingers he pulled it down, until they fell down her legs of their own accord, with a simple command he whispered to her “Step out of them.” Buffy lifted one leg and then the other, kicking them aside. She stood in front of him, only clad in her underwear, she watched as he looked at her, taking in every inch and angle of her body.


With a little courage she returned the favour, meeting his gaze once more when she was finished. She couldn’t help but get lost in it, as she saw the naked desire and need written within their depths. She licked her lips and moved both her hands to his pectorals, outlining the shape of them until her hands joined at the midline of his body, at which her hands parted, as she explored the muscular grooves that she found. Reaching the beginning of his jeans, with shaking hands and a little hesitation, she undid the button and drove down the zip, over the unmistaken sign of his arousal. Spike placed his hands over hers, to steady them as he guided her in pulling them down and kicking them off himself. He stood before her in all his naked glory. Buffy let out a gasp of air, as Spike pulled her to him with one arm, and placed his mouth on her once again, with a gentle nudge of his body he turned her. Taking a few baby steps, he guided her to the edge of the bed.


Buffy let Spike move her onto the bed, until she lay on her back, with her lover on his side beside her. Leaning bodily over her, he could not miss the gentle nervousness that filled her eyes. Brushing the hair that had fallen on her face, he bent his head to capture her lips within his own again. He deepened it with each passing moment, until it left them breathless. He ran a hand to her collarbone, and ran his fingers over the strap of her bra until he reached the cup. Taking the flesh that was within, Spike gently remoulded it to the shape of his hand, with slight squeezes of his hand, he manipulated her flesh.


Needing to breath Buffy, pulled away from him, and turned her head to watch what he was doing. Moving himself down a little, Spike trailed her upper body with kisses, nips and licks of his tongue, as he made his way between her breasts, and stopped at the front clasp of her bra. Taking it in hand, he undid it, and parted the fabric, exposing her bare flesh, he locked her eyes with his as he took the mound of flesh into his mouth. He guided his tongue around the areole, in slow circular motions, applying suction with his mouth, to pull as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could, in a need to consume her. Delicately he nipped the peak with his teeth, sending deep waves of burning heat through her, licking the sides of her, radiating to pleasure points in her body. He moved from one peak to the other, paying attention to each, as he continued to watch her burn in the heat that consumed them both.


Spike finally broke away from her to do away with her bra, lifting her slightly as he removed the offending piece of lingerie. As Buffy lay back on the bed, Spike moved down further, his hand slid down her abdomen to rest on her pelvic bone, above her panties. Buffy felt a slight twinge of uncertainty, they had never gone this far before, she always pulled back, or Spike had stopped. Taking her hand, he laid it over his and pushed it down to lay on top of her mound, withdrawing her hand to rest on his wrist, as she felt him slowly move his hand forward.


Buffy gasped, as she felt the first finger slide between the folds of her soft flesh, moving in and out, time after time , progressing slowly millimetre by millimetre, drawing out the pleasurable movent of his hand. Watching her, Spike looked on as she arched her neck, twisting her head from side to side. She made shallow sharp intakes of breath, with the little ‘ugh’, that followed each movement of her diaphragm. He removed his hand from her body, causing her to stop and look down at him. In silent approval she lifted her bottom from the sheet below her, and allowed him to remove the garment from her body.


Sitting up slightly he ran his hand along her inner thigh, caressing the flesh below his own. With a gentle encouraging pressure he pulled her leg outward and up. He returned his hand back to her folds, circling her clitoris, sending shard’s of pleasure throughout her body. Sending ripples of delight into every nerve ending. As she responded to him he heard her catch her breath. He slid his fingers into her deeper depths, penetrating her inner being, he could feel her muscles tighten around him. He stroked the moist flesh, moving it in time with the circular movements of his thumb, which had replaced his fingers on the outside folds of her flesh. He felt the rise of her hips against his hand, searching for further contact with him. In unsure movements she began rotating her hips in time with his hand.


He could feel her attempts to find and discover more of the moment she found herself in, the need to find something that she wasn’t sure about. Wanting to help her experience the same fire that burned within him, he moved himself between her legs, lifting the other into the same position as the first. Placing his other hand on her abdomen, with a gentle touch he ceased the upward thrust of her body. Unsure of his intentions Buffy looked at him, as he slowly bent to kiss her abdomen, teasing her bellybutton with his tongue, lapping at it with, slow teasing tastes. Running his mouth down her body she felt his fingers open her up. His mouth descended to her lower body.


The first flicker of his tongue enflamed her sense of self, sending her into a hurtling oblivion that she could have only imagined. Feeling the clenching of her body around him, he quickened the pace of his tongue on her flesh. He tasted her all around him. He could see and feel her about to hit her pinnacle as he applied more pressure from his mouth and hand. He could feel her inner muscles begin to tighten even more, and ripple, as she let go of any fear that she maybe experiencing, to embrace the deep pleasure she was feeling.


“Let go Luv, Let go.” Spike pulled back just for a moment.


As if driven by his words, she did just that, releasing herself to the claim of gratification he gave to her. She allowed the shattering orgasm to ripple through her, sending wave after wave crashing over her body, splintering her into a thousand pieces, and making her scream his name as it took hold of her body.


Watching her come, Spike nearly lost control himself. Feeling her release on his hand, tasting her flood of moisture with his mouth; he could feel himself teetering on the edge. Moving himself up her body again, he slid himself along her wanting to experience every inch of her release with her. Taking her mouth with his own, he plundered her it with his tongue, not withholding his deep desire and need for her. Clasping both the hands into his, he rested his weight on his forearms, and began to slide himself bodily over her, making her acutely aware of his hard erection, as she could feel it slide between her folds.


Lifting his head, he once again searched her eyes for permission to take the ultimate step that would change her life forever. She was so aware of his need to ask, that she answered him in a quiet voice, “I love you”. Lifting his hips, and finding the entrance to her depths, he slowly slid the head of his shaft into her untried flesh. Buffy tightened her hold on his hands, as he slowly progressed, an agonising inch by inch, she felt her body stretch to accept him. He moved slowly up and down with a circular shifting of his hips, always careful to try not to cause her pain. He continued until he could push forward no more. Looking at her, he kissed her gently on the lips, and replied to her earlier acceptance of him into her body. As he opened his mouth to utter the words, he shifted himself upwards, and with the final downward stroke, he spoke the words back to her, “I love you too sweetheart.”


Catching Buffy’s cry into a kiss, he held himself within her waiting for her to adjust to him, and to relax somewhat. Slowly he began slow shallow thrusts of his hips, lifting himself upon his hand, he watched as she was mesmerized by his movements, caught up in the flood of feeling that radiated through her body. She watched the joining of their bodies, as he increased his movements, raising them to a closer intimacy than she had ever experienced before. Buffy came to rest her hands on his hips, running her hands up and down his back as she arched in response to his deeper penetration of her core. Changing the tempo and circular movements of his hips, he touched every inch of her inner walls, sending tingling sensations that grew in intensity, and moved her closer to something that she couldn’t comprehend. Seeing that she was moving closer to the edge of the abyss that threatened to engulf her, he touched her with soft strokes of his fingers around her clitoris, allowing the force that flowed through her to accumulate in one area, allowing her to focus all her attention on this moment in time.


Clutching onto her lover, he could feel her hands grip tighter onto his back, as her muscles began to ripple and tighten in her oncoming orgasm. He watched as she handed her body over to the need for release. In his ears he heard her sharp short breaths, as she tried to breathe through the wave that was flooding through her, making her cry out, and repeatedly call his name in the depths of pleasure she was experiencing. Making sure that she was on her way to her own heaven, he allowed himself to collide with his own need for release, as they burned with the fervour that had enveloped them. Crying out the name of his own love, she felt him shudder in his movements, as he succumbed to the final bliss. She watched as he clenched his face in those final moments, caught up in the moment that she had created within him.


Both short of breath by now, Spike moved reluctantly away from on top of her to allow her to take in some air. He gathered her in his arms, running his hand over her hair, just revelling in the moments passed, caught up in the world the two of them had created. He watched as the breeze blew the curtain away from the window, allowing a clear view of the quarter moon, as it passed over them it cooled their heated skin, and evaporated the slight sheen that appeared on them. He pulled her close to him, kissed her gently on the mouth, and watched as she lay in her afterglow, she snuggled deeper into his body, wiggling herself against him…


“What again?”





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