From Night to Day
By Mercy
Chapter Fifteen
Trust Me
Making herself at home in the kitchen, she made herself some toast and coffee, as she gleefully remembered the night before. With a loud yawn, she rubbed her head trying to wake up some more and the sunlight penetrated the room, making her wince at the brightness. She could hear footsteps above her, as the occupants of the house moved about, namely Spike attending to a very awake and energetic Imogen. The little girl’s sounds of laugher resinated through the house, giving life to the building, and reflecting the happiness of the residence.
Buffy felt reinvigorated and totally satisfied for the first time in such along while. It was like a void had been filled in her life, and some of the walls that she’d surrounded herself in lay in ruins around her. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe that one night of bliss would make all her problems disappear and make the world all rosy and perfect. The amber coloured glasses had been broken along time ago, but what she did realise was that life went on. It went on, because she’d allowed herself to be free of the chains of fear she’d shackled herself too. Having one very good-looking male to help you unbind yourself helped, she reminded herself with a very satisfied grin. Taking a bite of her breakfast, she turned her head to see her man enter the kitchen, clutching his fidgeting daughter.
“Mornin’ Luv.” Spike leaned over and kissed her on the mouth quickly, as he made a beeline for Imogens’ highchair.
“Breakfast for you young lady.” Spike made his way to the fridge to get her formula, shaking the bottle he moved over to the microwave to heat it up, and then the pantry to get her baby cereal. Buffy sat in silence as she watched him perform his fatherly duty. She couldn’t help but notice the texture of his skin, his muscles, and the grace of every movement he made, and compare it to everything erotic thing he did to her last night. He pulled the highchair next to the table; as he sat down to feed Imogen her breakfast, he couldn’t help but see ‘that’ look in her eyes.
“Stop it!” Spike chuckled.
“What?” Buffy innocently protested with a deep crimson colour permeating her cheeks.
“You’re insatiable!” Spike laughed at her embarrassment.
Buffy leant over the table and lightly punched him in the arm, “I didn’t get any complaints last night! Thank you!”
Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Imogen picked the bowl of cereal and put it over her head, gurgling and laughing with a big toothy grin. Neither of the adults had caught Imogens’ antics until it was too late, she was covered in mush, and made it even worse by playing with it in her hair that protruded from under the bowl. Buffy couldn’t help but get caught up in the comic relief, and giggled as Imogen put her hands out to her father, to be lifted out of the mess. With the slightly horrified look on his face, he tentatively picked up the youngster and headed, back upstairs towards the bathroom to again bath his unruly daughter.
Buffy could hear the soft talk of parent to child, as he chided Imogen for making a mess of herself, taking him away from breakfast with ‘his girls’, and most importantly his first coffee of the day. Not wanting to deprive him of at least one thing, Buffy made him a cup and wandered up to the main bathroom of the house. Inside she found Imogen in the bath, her father on his knees washing her hair, as she played with the various toys in the tub. Cup in hand she sat herself daintily on the vanity, and placed the coffee on the other side of the cabinet, out of harms way.
Rinsing her hair with a jug of water, he finished the task, and sat back on his haunches, looking over his shoulder he watched Buffy make herself comfortable on the vanity. She lifted the coffee in her hands offering it too him, he responded by getting to his feet and took a step backwards, still keeping an eye on his daughter in the bath. He leaned on the opposite side of the vanity, taking the drink from her and having a sip, he nodded his thanks to her.
“So what are you going to do today Luv?” Spike asked her.
“Sleep!”
“Hey, if I can’t then you can’t!” Spike looked mischievously at her, pointing towards Imogen. “We are going shopping, and as part of this family you’re coming too!”
“Shopping? As in mall or food?” Buffy’s ears pricked up at the mention of one of her favourite pastimes.
“Mall, but have you got all your uni work done? No assignments due?”
“All done Friday night and yesterday before I came over.”
“Smart girl. More time to play then?” Spike looked to make sure Imogen was ok, before he leaned over and kissed her gently on the mouth. Not pleased with having the attention taken away from her, Imogen raised her hands and splashed the adults with bath water, sprinkling them lightly with it. “Talking about play time, out of the bath for you missy and new clothes….again!” He lifted the little girl out of the bath, and wrapped her in a towel, rubbing it against her skin, drying her off. “Luv why don’t you go have a shower, and get dressed. I’ll finish with Imogen, then have one myself and we can go.”
Buffy began to undo the belt that held her dressing gown in place, as she heard his sharp intake of breath, at the barest glimpse of her breast, as the fabric began to fall open. She looked at his eyes begin to darken and open as she undressed.
“Buffy!” Spike spoke with a harsh quieted voice. “Don’t tempt me! Go into the master bedroom you evil temptress, and in front of innocent eyes!” With a smirk on his face, he shielded Imogens’ eyes with the palm of his hand.
Laughing at his actions and words, Buffy refastened her dressing gown, and scurried down to the master bedroom and the en suite within to freshen up and shower. As she stood in front of the mirror, she looked at herself, really just looked at herself. She appeared no different to what she had yesterday, undoing the gown, she could see a few slight bruises from the night before, on her hip and arm. Where he’d unintentionally gripped her a bit too hard during the night and grasped her flesh, sometimes frightened that she’d runaway from him in fear of what she was experiencing.
Turning on the water she stood under it letting the spray tingle along her flesh, as she remembered the night before, as she washed herself with the soap cloth, she imagined it was his hand, running it across her arm, abdomen and legs. She allowed herself to lose herself in the fantasy, as the water continued to pour over her…..
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All of them ventured along the long corridors of the local shopping centre, as Buffy on more than one occasion would drag him into one shop or another. Spike was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea or not, after she tried on one article of clothing after another, demanding that he rate every one of them. Occasionally he would bring out his wallet demanding that he pay for some of the goods, especially the evening clothes he knew would surely break the bank for her, and he knew she was buying to wear for him, on special occasions in the future.
He especially demanded to buy the delicate items; she brought from the lingerie store, and had required her to parade in them for him, in the shops private fitting room. Spike didn’t think that she’d be very impressed with him, if she knew that as he made her dress, he went to pay for the goods. He made the sales girls’ eyes light up at the commission she would make from the sale, as he asked for different colours in her size of her favourite pieces, and brought many pieces that she had yet to lay her eyes on. Especially the garters and silk stockings that matched many of the bra and knicker sets she’d chosen.
Picking up the parcels, he placed them in the basket at the bottom of Imogen’s stroller, popping his head around the stroller he put his finger to his lips, and said ‘shhhhhh’ to his little girl. Gently smoothing down her hair, as she pulled herself over to try and look at what had been placed in her stroller, and that her father didn’t want her to see. She belted out a cry of distress, as her father tried to draw her attention away from the parcel.
“Hey sweetie! What’s the big bad man trying to do?” Buffy walked to the stroller, pushing Spike aside, lifting the youngster out of the stroller, cuddling the baby to her body. She was immediately awarded a smile and a cuddle back, as Imogen rested her head onto her chest, and stuck her thumb contently in her mouth.
“The big bad man did nothing thank you!” Spike kissed his daughter on the forehead making his way around the back of the empty stroller and walked out of the store. Buffy walked behind him, still carrying Imogen and straight into the swarming crowd in the mall. “Time for a break!?!” Spike asked looking at her, as she started in the next direction of the next store that had caught her gaze.
Buffy stopped in her tracks, and turned towards her companion all pouty and displeased that her shopping trip had been disrupted. Moving to the stroller, she put the baby securely inside, doing up the safety straps, and taking control of the handlebars away from Spike, she starting walking towards the eatery area of the shopping complex. Spike quickly stepped in time with her, and placed his arm around her shoulder in show of possession to the world, as they walked up the corridor. Stopping at one of the more stroller friendly tables, Buffy sat in front of the baby, as Spike took the seat next to hers, dropping the parcels he carried to the floor.
“Coffee or soft drink?” Spike asked Buffy as he got Imogen’s bottle out of the baby bag, shaking its contents and spying the surrounding vendors’ for one with a microwave. “Hungry?”
“Diet Coke and yes.” Buffy pulled Imogen into her lap so the youngster could see the world around her.
“What?”
“Anything sweet!” Spike titled his head with a sneaky look in his face to her request.
“You’re not sweet enough! You don’t come with cream or sprinkles!”
“That can be arranged you know!”
“Go!” Buffy ordered him, pointing towards the café shop a few feet away.
For the moments Spike left them, she watched him as he waited patiently in line to be served, and much to her distain, her not so favourite Professor made an appearance, and a beeline for her man. She watched on as the woman openly flirted with him, preening herself and lay a hand on his arm as she spoke with him. Buffy didn’t miss the nervous glances her way, as he looked across to her and watched her open hostility towards the woman. Buffy lifted her hand slightly under the baby and pointed towards the woman, and whispered in the baby’s ear. “Can you say barracuda Imogen? Barra-cuuu-da!?! That’s what one looks like! So for future reference Little Bit, that’s a barracuda!”
“Bbbb” Imogen tried to copy her, and clapped her hands together in glee as she tried to speak, happy with her efforts.
Luckily for who she wasn’t sure, Spike was served and on his was on his way back, she could see the barracuda’s eyes follow him back to their table, her mouth drop and eyes squint as she saw where he stopped and sat down. Buffy plastered the biggest smile she could on, and picked up the baby’s hand to wave at her. The look she got back from the Professor was priceless, as her exterior cracked and she stomped off. “That’ll teach the bitch!” Buffy whispered under her voice, which Spike heard and nearly dropped the soft drink he placed in front of her.
“Buffy!”
“Well she needs to keep her mitts of you! You’re taken! Women like that should be locked up!” Buffy glared at him, not being able to keep her emotions to herself. Spike smirked at her jealousy, not that she needed to feel that way; the other bint didn’t stand a chance. He slightly turned his head to see if anyone was really watching them, noticing no-one really was, he leaned over and gave her a kiss, grazing his tongue over her bottom lip, as she responded he slipped in tasting her soft palate, before pulling back just as quickly as he started.
“You can show me just how taken I am when we get home, and Little Bit’s having an afternoon nap!” With that Spike placed the piece of cake in front of her he brought her, then picked up his own coffee and took a sip, as Buffy’s mouth dropped with his forwardness. Imogen took full advantage of the situation, as she leaned forward smacked her hands into Buffy’s piece of cake and shovelled it into her mouth.
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Arriving home later in the day, after continuing the shopping trip, Spike carried his sleeping child upstairs to her cot, as Buffy made her way through the numerous bags and packages they’d collected. She knew that they’d , well she’d, done some serious shopping but not this much damage to her budget. A few bags had a few things inside that she’d liked but hadn’t bought, a few dresses and accessories. Her eyes travelled over the pile of shopping until they reached the bags from one of the shops….she’d only bought one bag, but now there were two. Opening the bigger bag of the two, she pulled out from the soft tissue wrapping, some of the most delicate pieces of lingerie and underwear she’d ever seen. In every colour and make, some romantic and other’s down right dirty. A smirk covered her face, as she wasn’t born yesterday and realised he’d didn’t buy them for her, but for himself!
Buffy heard his footsteps on the landing as he descended the stairs; quickly she put the discriminating pieces back in the bag, and hid it back in Imogens’ stroller. Trying not to look to amused; she put on a straight face and took out the other items’ that he’d bought her.
“Hmm think this one will look good on you?” Buffy pulled out one of the tops that he’d obviously paid for.
“Hmm? Yeah perfect fit I’d say.” Not paying much attention to what she was saying, to rapt up in watching her.
“Nahh pinks not your colour.” Buffy put the shirt up to him.
Spikes’ laugh bellowed through the house, as he finally realised her joke, moving through the maze of bags on the living room floor he sat down on one of the sofas. Rummaging through one of the few bags of his own, picked up one of the blue shirts she’d picked out for him.
“More my colour Luv, but I think it may suit you even more.” Buffy moved over and pulled the shirt from his hands, and lifted it to herself. “Probably even better, especially just wearing it alone.”
Buffy threw the shirt back into his face, but he was quicker grabbing her by the waist he hauled her onto the sofa with him, and had her straddling his lap. Grabbing his shoulders to steady herself, she found herself captured by such an intense gaze that she’d never seen before. It wasn’t there two seconds ago, but it was now. She watched as he pursed his lips together and lick his bottom lip with his tongue, finally biting it between his teeth. He lifted a hand from the tight grip he held on her hips and pushed it into her hair, moving it away from her face and ear. With a little gentle nudge of his hand, he brought her face down to his, to tease her with the gentlest kiss, grasping the top of her lip between his own, occasionally pulling at the tender flesh with his teeth. Pulling it forward with the blunt sharpness of his canines, and then deliciously soothing them with his own lips. He continued to tease her until she could stand it no more and took matters into her own hands, and grasped his face in her hands, and retaliated back with his own teasing. This time she pulled at his mouth, drawing it out as long as she could, let him see if he could stand the same sweet frustration.
Not allowing her to have the same satisfaction at playing the game, Spike plundered the soft tissue of her mouth with his tongue. Swirling it along its crevices and hidden corners. She tasted like summer and innocence, well not so innocent now, not the way she responded back to him. She joined in the kiss with all her being, shutting everything else but him, and now. Their kisses pulled them closer together, enticing their need for each other to blossom and burn in the fire that they shared. It sustained them for a little while but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough to feed the hunger that ignited between them.
Buffy pulled herself away, looking at her lover as she started to pull herself away from him. She tried slide her leg down the sofa, so that they could in her way of thinking go upstairs to bed. Spike slid his hand around the back of her thigh, halting her movements.
“No,” was all he said. Taking her mouth with his own again, he moved both his hands to her hips and grounded her into his erection. Buffy moved the stakes up, and in a move that surprised him, she lay her hand on his hardened flesh, gently squeezing the flesh beneath the fabric. Spike moved his hands down her thighs, lifting the skirt that she wore up to her waist, watching her reaction, as a quizzical look came upon her face. “Here.” Spike kissed her lips not waiting for an answer, as he took one side off her panties in his hand, and pulled the fragile fabric until it ripped, causing Buffy to take a sharp intake of oxygen, as she was unsure of this soaring passion between then. “Now.”
Tugging on the other side of the panties, he pulled until they gave way as well, taking the front of them in his hand he pulled them away from her, leaving her open and exposed. Not missing a beat he slipped a single finger in between her moist folds, teasing her clit with light strokes of the tip of his finger. He strummed the flesh until she grabbed his shirt so much he thought she’d pull it apart with need. Taking the cue, he moved deeper into her until he came to stroke the inner flesh of her body, he gently stretched her body so new to this, with two of his fingers. Reaching into her, as far as he could, there wasn’t a single part of her that he didn’t touch or tease, when he found the right place, she reacted by nearly rearing herself off him. He watched as her face contorted with the pleasure she was experiencing and feeling, it gave him so much pleasurable torment to know that he was causing this moment of pleasure for her, but it wasn’t enough. Not by along shot. Wanting to give her more, he heightened her senses as he once again, stroked her clit in time with the rhythm he used to stroke her flesh.
“Luv….please…”
Buffy looked at him unsure of what he wanted or expected from her, she applied more pressure in her slack hand that surround his arousal. With out breaking away from looking at her, he grasped his hand over hers and led it to the snap and fly that held his pants in place. Finally understanding, Buffy released the button, and slowly drew the zipper down, releasing his blatant hardened arousal, that now lay within her grasp. Still a little shy, she grasped the length of it from top to bottom, gently brushing her nails along the distance end to end. “Buffy luv…touch me…don’t be afraid to touch me…harder…that’s it…oh god…that’s my girl!” Doing as he asked she quickened the pace she was using, and tightened her hold she had on him, heightening his own desire further, as they spun deeper into the height of their mutual desire and pleasure.
With no warning he lifted his hips, as he withdrew his hands from her, and pulled his clothing down to ease the way forward. Taking the initiative Buffy still grasped him in her hands, as she still straddled him, she lifted herself high above him. Taking the very tip of him into her folds, she slid it along her slit to moisten and tease him. Spike threw his head back against the sofa, as her actions sent the sensitive nerve ending within him firing, and drove him insane as he yearned to be inside her.
“Please Buffy don’t tease me…..take it all…..please luv!” Buffy heard his request but partially granted it as she took the head inside her body, and continued to drag out it out, as she rotated her hips in shallow movements. He opened his eyes too see her own closed and her facial features straining under the gravity of pleasure she was feeling. As much as he tried to control himself, and hold back and let her be in control of her own sensual discovery, he felt himself slipping, as his desire for total penetration over took everything else. “Please Luv…deeper…please deeper!” But Buffy still didn’t hear him, as the pressure of her shallow movements were dragging him to orgasm, quicker than he could have ever imagined, and that he didn’t want, he wanted them to come together, as it should be.
Not being able to wait anymore, he grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his flesh until they were groin to groin, and you couldn’t tell where she began and he ended. The relief from the pressure from her shallow thrusts gave way to a tidal wave of completion, as every inch of him sat within her. It broke her out of her trance, as she shook of being taken so suddenly, and completely. She just stopped and let herself feel him inside her, let herself have a moment of total completion. Until instinct took over, and she grabbed the back of the sofa for leverage as she began to move herself upon him. Over and over, rotating her hips, changing the angle of her body to experience him on every inch of her inner flesh. Every time flesh touched flesh, it sent a wave of bliss along her being. She dragged it out for as long as she could with each thrust and movement, she was in total control of the ride. But he could feel her flagging, feel her thigh muscles contract and tighten in protest. Not breaking the bond, he slid them down onto the carpet and Buffy onto her back.
“Bend your knees luv.” Feeling her ankles at the side of his hips, he lifted himself onto his haunches, and lifted each ankle onto his shoulder. An unsure look filled her face, as he leaned forward once again, holding himself up by his hands, as her feet rested on his shoulder. As he began to move with in her, she could feel the deeper penetration and angle as they took the added pleasure of something new to heighten the ecstasy they shared. This time he drew out his movements, prolonging the pleasure, and teasing her by just stopping himself at times, until she either dug her nails into his back or she begged him for “more”. He endured this drawn out pleasure for as long as he could until, he couldn’t wait for much longer, her inner muscles clutching along his ridged length, showing her on coming orgasm sent him spiralling towards his own.
“Come with me sweetheart…come with me…”
His pace increased, as he grinded himself into her, he angled himself so that he stimulated her clit as he moved himself with her. He watched as she arched herself of the floor and let her self go, he could feel her inner waves of pleasure as she came. Knowing that she was attaining her own nirvana, he let himself go as he called out her name in reply to her own scream.
He well and truly was shown how ‘taken he was’.
A/N : Thanks to Kirsty and Karen (Karbear57) for helping me once again with this chapter (and I think letting Edward have his say!!)
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