As the lion roared the arrival of March, Spike and Clem occupied their usual spots on Spike’s couch. They’d occupied these same spots each Saturday since his return, each man flanked by snacks and beer as they watched the some sort of sport. Today the Bruins were in the playoffs, while the puck slid across the glass-like sheen of the ice, Spike’s mind began to wander.
Buffy
Anytime his mind wasn’t completely occupied his thoughts always returned to her. Questions, as always flooded his mind. ‘How is she?’ ‘Is she alright?’ ‘Does she hate me?’ These doubts and concerns buzzed through his mind like a mosquito on a hot summer evening.
Spike hadn’t heard from or about her for almost two months. Well actually thirty-four days, three hours and twenty-two, no twenty-three minutes. But who was counting? She hasn’t called him like he had hoped, nor did he call her. He needed to respect her space though it was killing him a little each day. During the small ‘Welcome Back’ dinner Red and Glinda had thrown for him in early February, the last night he had seen Buffy, it was decided that everyone had said their piece. Now it was up to Buffy to do use the information for her benefit. Spike also hadn’t asked, nor did they supply any information on the last two occasions he had spoken with the couple.
Spike was broken from his thoughts as a shower of cheese curls hit his cheek. With a few blinks and a look that could kill, Spike glared at the other man.
“Oi! What the bleedin’ ‘ell was that for?” Spike barked.
“Welcome back bleach boy! I was talking and talking and nothing! Christ! I should let your ungrateful ass get your own brew!” Clem huffed as he stood.
“Sorry, mind just escaped me for a bit. Just thinking about……”
“Yeah, I know…..Buffy. You know, that girl got issues?” Clem stated as he walked around the couch.
“Don’t we all mate?” Spike responded.
“Yeah….yeah we do. So, brew?” Clem asked as he walked over to the kitchen.
“Yeah, but no pansy arse American beer. Give me a Heineken!” Spike yelled to Clem as he rummaged through the fridge. The buzz from the intercom rang. Spike walked over to the door trying to figure out who would be ringing him. He pressed the button and spoke.
“’ello?”
“Yes, is this William Eros’ place?” A male voice rang through the intercom.
“Umm…yeah?”
“Sir, I have a delivery for you. May I come up?” After several beats, Spike shrugged his shoulders and pressed the button to respond.
“Yeah, not a problem mate, come on up.”
Clem came from the kitchen double fisted. He looked at Spike with an expression of ‘What the fuck?’
“Don’t rightly know. Hopefully it’s not a lawsuit or something. Hey, maybe it’s Ed McMahon from Publishers Clearing House with one of those gigantic checks!” Spike joked.
“Well, since good ol’ Ed is dead. Let’s hope it is not him. Plus, if you win anything, it would be the biggest asshole award and let’s face it, there are no big checks awarded for that!” Clem jested back.
“Har…har ya bloody eunuch!” Spike retorted. A knock broke off the retaliation from Clem. Spike opened the door and stared at a man dressed in a god awful, bright Irish green suit, with a shamrock vest under the obnoxious colored jacket. With a quirk of his scarred eyebrow, Spike spoke.
“Good day Mick. What can I do you for?” Spike said with a smirk.
“William Eros?” With a nod he continued “I have a delivery for you.” With that, the leprechaun man handed Spike a bouquet of flowers and a small bag. With a slight nod he left.
Spike watched briefly as the mountain of green headed down the hallway. Bringing his gifts into the condo, Clem glared at Spike and asked “So, how come you, king of all asses, get prezzies and I get nothin’! That’s it! I’m just going to start acting like a dick then all the women will flock to me!” Clem huffed, plopping down on the couch.
“Oh pipe down, don’t be such a sod. I haven’t a clue who this is from. I haven’t been with anyone other than Buffy for almost a year.” Spike explained as he stared at his gifts.
At first he examined the bouquet. The beautiful hues of a dozen Iris’ spilled forward creating a contrast between the stark white of small violets in the bouquet. Attached to the arrangement was a small card that stated:
I trust you, let’s take a chance
A bright smile graced his features as he read the card several times over. Spike then proceeded to open the silver bag and remove a mass of tissue paper. Once he unfolded the paper he discovered a CD. On the cover it stated simply:
PLAY ME
Clem watched in awe. There was a permanent smile affixed to his friend’s face as he inspected everything he received. Spike shut off the television and proceeded to place the disc inside the player. After a brief silence, music started to fill the condo.
“A strangled smile fell from your face
It kills me that I hurt you this way
The worst part is that I didn't even know
Now there's a million reasons for you to go
But if you can find a reason to stay
I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know that I've let you down
And if you give me a chance
Believe that I can change
I'll keep us together whatever it takes
She said "If we're gonna make this work
You gotta let me inside even though it hurts
Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see"
She said "Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be
You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"
I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know that I've let you down
And if you give me a chance
And give me a break
I'll keep us together, I know you deserve much better
But remember the time I told you the way that I felt
That I'd be lost without you and never find myself
Let's hold onto each other above everything else
Start over, start over
I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know I've let you down
And if you give me a chance
and believe that I can change
I'll keep us together whatever it takes” (1)
Once the last note of the song ended, Spike looked at his baffled and unusually quiet friend. After several moments of silence, Spike spoke.
“My beautiful woman stole my idea. Doesn’t matter, it still hits soul deep. Lucky bloke, aren’t I?”
“Definitely. Are you going to call her? Do you need me to leave?” Clem asked as his thumb motioned towards the door.
“Nah. If she follows the same script it will be hours before she comes. Anyway too hyped to be alone. Need you here to keep me from runnin’ to her place and ruining her plans.” Spike explained with a warm smile.
“Cool. Let’s take this mood down a few notches, Bruins and brew?” Clem stated.
“Yeah, sounds good.” Spike responded.
Though Spike tried to relax as he waited for his next gift, more specifically Buffy, he couldn’t contain his excitement. His hands fiddled alternately with his hair and the CD case while his leg bounced in anticipation. After a half an hour Clem yelled.
“Man….will you stop with the leg! It’s like you’re some dog getting its belly rubbed. Friggin’ annoying! Just go to her! Don’t you think enough time has gone by?” Clem glared at his friend.
“If I’m right, I should be getting a call in approximately fifteen minutes telling me……” With that another buzz chimed through the condo. “Or actually now.” Spike stood and approached the intercom. He pressed the button and spoke.
“Yeah?”
“William Eros?” Another male voice rang through.
“This is he. Do you have a delivery for me?” Spike asked the voice.
“Yeah, can you buzz me in?” The man asked.
“Sure, come on up.”After several minutes, a knock sounded. Spike opened the door quickly. On the other side was another man dressed head to toe in another outrageous outfit, this one better than the last. Not only did he sport an ill-fitting Irish green suit, he wore black elf-like shoes with large golden buckles adorning the tops, and the ‘traditional’ green top hat with the large golden buckle on the front. Spike gaped at the man who was several inches taller than him with a slight smirk.
“Yeah…yeah….leprechauns are suppose to be short, not almost 6’3”. Sully is out sick so I needed to do the deliveries. And as you can tell he’s a lot smaller than me.” The man spoke as he gestured to the pants, which showed his exposed ankles and shins.
“No comments here mate. So whatcha have for me?” Spike stated looking for his gift.
“Oh…dur…..here.” Before he handed Spike the bag he asked “Your Billy Eros right?”
“William Eros, yes.” Spike corrected him.
“Sorry man. Have a good day.” After he handed Spike the bag, he turned and left.
Spike brought the slightly larger bag inside, putting it on his coffee table. He clapped then rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“Let’s see what goodies my luv has bestowed upon me?” Spike reached into the bag removing two gifts wrapped in silver paper. After shaking both neither making a sound. Clem watched intently as his friend inspected the gifts like a child touching forbidden gifts under the Christmas tree.
“I know they’re both yours, but can open one?” Clem asked with a child-like pout.
“Yeah, why not. Here open this one.” Spike stated as he handed Clem one of the wrapped boxes.
Both men tore into the paper like it was Christmas morn. Under the wrappings laid two plain white boxes. They looked at the gift, simultaneously raised their shoulders and focused on their own present. Concurrently they raised the lids to their boxes. Their feelings of what they received flashed across their features. Spike’s was a look of pure lust and sinful promises. Clem’s was a look of utter confusion.
“Hey, I know this is your present and all, and I may sound like Chuck Brown and his receipt of a rock, but I got grass. Not the good kind either, just plain ol’grass. Whad’ya get?” Clem asked as he leaned over and looked into the box in Spike’s hands.
“Handcuffs! Holy shit! Way better than mine, I only……” Clem stated before he was cut off by Spike’s words.
“Get out.” Spike growled.
“What?” Clem looked at his now animalistic friend with shock.
“I said GET….OUT!” Spike growled again, but much louder.
“Uhh? Why? I’m not getting it.” Clem asked with confusion.
“And you won’t be getting it here! Neither will I if you don’t get your arse out!” Spike explained loudly.
“Jeesh…..don’t need to get all demony. Here take your grass and I’ll screw.” Clem’s eyes widen as the pieces fell into place. “Ohhhh……and on that note, I’ll be heading off. You two enjoy!” With that Clem quickly collected his belongings and left without another word.
A myriad of feelings flooded him; excitement, bliss, desire, and the most importantly love. Spike’s mind raced. He didn’t know what his next move was to be. ‘Was he to go to her, or she him?’ ‘Does this entire process mean that she wants to be in relationship? And if so, is she ready for that? Was he?’ His thoughts were dispersed when there was a knock on his door. He stormed to the door, swung it open with such force it should have fell from its hinges.
“Bloody ‘ell Clem! I told you to push off what……” Spike was stopped mid sentence at the angelic vision before him.
Buffy
Spike stared at her, mouth agape like a fish out of water. After several beats she spoke.
“Hi Spike. Did you get my presents?” Buffy’s soft voice reached his ears, but all her heard was the pounding of his ever-expanding heart. A grand, warm smile beamed from her glossy lips as she gazed at the befuddled man in front of her. After several more beats she spoke.
“May I come in? Don’t think you want your neighbors to witness…..” Buffy was cut off by Spike’s gentle, but demanding mouth covering hers. Buffy melted into his arms as he swept her into the condo. The next thing she knew her back was against the door, one hand in her golden tresses, the other tenderly placed on her inflamed cheek.
As quickly as it started he pulled away taking several steps back. They stared at each other, eyes glazed with desire, breathing shallow in an attempt to control their animalistic draw to one another.
With the distance, Spike was able to see her, all of her. Her flaxen hair was full of waves falling over her shoulders and down her back. Her fiery emerald eyes were framed by a smoky gray shadow with a heavy layer of midnight black mascara on her upper eyelashes. A hint of crimson gloss covered her swollen bee-stung lips.
His eyes traveled down her body drinking in the mere sight of her. He noticed the thigh high, black trench adorning her body a belt synching her tiny waist. On her toned legs, were black, sheer hose that spilled into blood red, patent leather, three-inch stilettos.
With a croak, Spike stated “Like the shoes luv.”
“Knew you would.” Buffy responded in a sexy raspy voice. Buffy stalked over to the coffee table where the gifts that she sent him laid. She turned to face him as she opened her trench coat and let it slip from her arms.
Spike was stunned into silence as he saw her heavenly body encased in a sheer, crimson baby doll teddy. Her puckered nipples strained against the gossamer fabric as her shallows breaths caused her chest to rise and fall. She then slowly turned picked up the handcuffs. Buffy carried them in her palms as she walked towards Spike.
“All that I have done and will do today is because I love you completely. I know this now because I have learned to truly love myself. This epiphany was achieved because of you. You were the catalyst starting the flame for my self-exploration.”
Spike finally found his voice as she stood before him.
“Buffy, sweetheart I didn’t do anything. I only told you how I felt. Everything that you have achieved was based solely on the powerful and remarkable woman standing before me.” Spike whispered, loving placing his hand on her cheek. Buffy held her palms up to him as an offering then she spoke.
“William, I trust you entirely, with all that I am. Please let me show you how much.” Buffy whispered as she looked at him with desire and utter love.
Spike eyes widened at her request. She wanted him to use bondage to show how much she trusted him? At first he was going to protest. Tell her that it wasn’t necessary to prove to him like this. After a few moments Spike realized that it wasn’t only him that she was trying to prove her trust to, it was herself.
Spike tentatively reached forward to take the handcuffs from her upturned hands. Once her hands were free, her eyes still holding his cerulean gaze, unwound a sash of black silk from her right wrist. Once it was released, she held it up for him to take as she slowly turned around.
Without words he knew what she wanted. Spike slid the handcuffs into his back jeans pocket with shaky hands he placed the makeshift blindfold tenderly over her eyes and fastened it in back with a bow.
Buffy turned around slowly to face him. Despite her vision being cloaked in the silken darkness, she could sense him. In two steps, her hands were placed on his muscular chest. After a soft, tender kiss placed upon his full lips, she spoke.
“I trust you.” Spike knew that was his cue to begin.
His entire being was at war; his heart was telling him to be gentle and kind to her body. Worship her fully with subdued kisses and soothing caresses. His body screamed to claim her. Devour her fully, place hungry, urgent kisses, licks and bites over the entirety of her luscious body leaving no spot untouched.
Buffy stood in the middle of the living room blindfolded, Spike’s gaze absorbing her very being. She had an air of confidence, her chin raised high, breathing steady, lips pursed waiting to respond to his in any way. She was a vision, simply breathtaking.
Spike pulled slightly away from her body and circled her twice. He studied her from all angles. She remained steady upon examination. Buffy startled slightly when his hot breath brushed against the shell of her ear as he purred
“Loose the teddy luv.”
Buffy slowly lowered each of the thin straps. As it trailed down her arms, the silk of the material and his demanding words caused her skin to prickle in response. The gossamer fabric lowered over her pert mounds then pooled at her feet. She stood before him in a crimson thong, black sheer thigh-highs and stilettos. Buffy’s rosy peaks puckered tighter with the cool air and the knowledge that his eyes held firm on her body. Spike gently took her hands and instructed her to slowly raise each foot, pushing the fabric away so the lingerie no longer bunched at her feet.
Then his touch was gone and Buffy began to use her other senses to seek him out. She heard his rapid breathing, felt the light skim of his clothing against her sensitive skin as he passed her. The slight brush of his clothes on different areas of her body told her he was circling her form much like a shark surrounding their prey. His heady essence surrounded her. His desire, power and an animalistic raw sexuality. Her body hummed with the thoughts of him possessing her fully. In the past she had always held back a small part of her heart and soul she didn’t let anyone see. No longer. She was completely his.
Buffy mentally urged herself to remain still his talented hands placed a soft caresses upon her heated flesh. As his knuckles skimmed down her left cheek, she leaned toward his gentle touch. His hand continued to travel from her flushed cheek, down the column of her throat and ended at the top of her heaving mounds. Spike could tell that her resolve was breaking, as well as his own. He knew that he had to give her what she craved, what she had wanted when this game of trust had begun.
Spike brushed her abdomen, just slightly above the waistband of her panties, with a feather-like touch of his fingertips. A jolt of electricity surged throughout her body as a lustful moan escaped her now parted lips. Her back arched as she sought his caress. Spike pulled away from her needy flesh letting out a deep, lust-filled chuckle before he spoke. His deep, baritone voice caressed her mind, just as his hands had caressed her body moments ago.
“Now, now kitten. Good things come to those who wait.”
Buffy’s mind spun her desire and need short-circuiting all reason. She wanted to pull away the blindfold, throw him to the ground and ride his impressive cock until they both exploded from sheer ecstasy. Despite this overwhelming desire, she held firm. Buffy thoughts were scattered on the wind when she felt his scorching breath on her right nipple. As the pointed tip of his gifted tongue flickered over the taunt nub Buffy’s head lolled back and small mews escaped her lips. After several moments of his ministrations, a growl filled her ears as he commanded.
“Give me your wrists.” Without thought Buffy lifted both arms chest level as she heard the distinctive clinch of metal. As the cold steel of the cuffs bit into her wrists, Buffy’s breathing increased. Once each cuff was firmly in place, Spike purred.
“Now kitten, let’s play.”
Spike placed two fingers on the interlocking links between the cuffs as he gently turned her around. Once about face, he carefully guided her forward. She assumed to his bedroom. After countless steps Spike stopped and released her hands. In a gravelly voice his instructed.
“Raise your arms over your head.”
Upon his command, Buffy immediately brought her linked wrists upward. After several beats, Buffy sensed Spike behind her as he grabbed her hands and then she felt a slight tug between the cuffs as something kept her arms suspended above her head. With an experimental pull, she felt the resistance.
“Ah….ah…ah….be a good girl and you’ll get your just desserts.” Spike purred as his fingertips trailed down her wrists, arms and gently caressed the outsides of her highly sensitive breasts.
Buffy’s mouth parted as a moan passed her full lips. When he removed his touch, her body cried out for more. She moved her legs slightly as she tried to apply pressure on her damp core.
“Now, where to begin.” Spike purred as Buffy could feel his lust-filled gaze peruse her heated form.
As in sync, where his eyes landed, her body would shift towards his gaze. Her peaks were painfully hard and begged for his touch. Her panties dampened further with anticipation. As the silence and eagerness became too much to bear, Buffy felt his fingertips stroking her right buttocks in a slow meticulous circular motion. Her sensitive skin heated in the wake of his touch. Buffy’s taunt body relaxed with each swirl of his gentle stroke.
‘SMACK’
Buffy startled slightly as his open palm harshly met with her tender flesh. A gasp flowed from her mouth delighting in his treatment. Spike then resumed the soft torturous motion of his fingertips. Her tense body started to relax the longer his gifted hand continued to travel over her skin.
‘SMACK…SMACK’
Two successive slaps to her buttocks had a squeal of pure delight poured from her trembling lips. As she anticipated another round of soft touches, his fingers sought out her nipples as he eagerly plucked the rosy nubs. As her back arched to meet his hands his hungry mouth covered hers. After they feasted on each other for several moments, he pulled away completely. Leaving her searching and feeling bereft from loss of contact.
As Buffy’s body still hummed from his ministrations and the promises of future explorations, she felt his presence behind her. Spike’s fingers followed the same path as earlier as they skated over her wrists, down her arms. They changed direction and continued to travel down her lower back.
Her head arched backward as she sought more of his body. Once his hands reached their destination, Spike’s hungry mouth latched onto the crux of her throat, where her shoulder and neck meet. His teeth sunk into her flesh, as his hands wrapped around her hips, as he roughly pulled her back. Spike growled as he ground his denim covered cock into the swell of her ample backside.
Buffy moaned ‘More’ as a plethora of amazing feelings flooded her body. In an instant he was gone again. Buffy loudly protested “NO”, as her body and mind reeled from pleasure and frustration.
“Do you need more kitten?” Spike purred as his voice held a deep promise of continuation.
“Yes.” Buffy pleaded.
With that, her panties were quickly ripped from her body. After the offending garment was torn away, Buffy stood bare before him. His hungry gaze drank in her form. Her breaths became quick pants. Her body became flushed, as she awaited his next move.
Spike brought her panties to his nose and breathed deeply. The darkness of his pupils swallowed his azure irises as the aroma and vision of her arousal had him on edge. The growl that filled the air prickled her exposed flesh. His lust-riddled voice flowed into her hazy mind
“Kitten, you’re driving me wild. Do you trust me to continue?” Spike growled as he approached her suspended form.
“Yes.” Buffy moaned.
She remained still as she waited with bated breath for his next move. Buffy felt his hand slide over the back of her knee and travel up her thigh. He urged her leg forward as he placed it over his shoulder.
“Spike what are you…?” When she felt the tip of his clever tongue flicker briefly over her exposed dampened folds, her words were swallowed up by a pleasure-filled moan.
He continued to bestow pleasure upon her body and with agile movements he placed her other leg upon his shoulder. His muscular body supported her weight completely. No pressure was felt in her suspended arms. Buffy’s head flung back as the bliss built.
“Uh…..yes…..yes….Spike.” Buffy muttered incoherently as he feasted upon her core. Spike alternatively used his wicked tongue to lap her essence, and then placed forceful pleasurable bites on her inner thighs.
The myriad of feelings, both pleasure and pain mingled as her climax wavered slightly then crashed through her body. A shrill cry escaped her throat as her second orgasm, immediately followed her first. After her thighs and center stopped shaking, Spike slowly released her legs from his shoulders.
Buffy slightly slumped due to the pliability of her muscles. Spike reached up and unlocked one side of her handcuffs. He gently placed her arm around his shoulder as he removed the other side. Once she was released he placed a hungry kiss upon her mouth. Buffy’s desire renewed like wildfire when tasted herself on his tongue. After several moments of their mouths battling for dominance, Spike pulled away and demanded.
“Get on your knees.”
Where once anger would of swelled forward at this brusque request now, only desire bloomed. Using his body as her guide, she slowly lowered herself to the floor. As she reached up to free his erection, Spike removed her hands with a slight push. Buffy lowered her hands as she awaited his engorged member. As she heard the descent of his zipper, his deep voice rang out.
“Little lamb, following the shepherd. Her trust is now blindly given.” Upon hearing this, Buffy’s face lifted towards where he’s voice fell and spoke.
“I don’t trust you because you tell me to. I trust you because I tell myself to.”
Buffy waited for him to continue. After several minutes of silence, Buffy called out
“Spike?”
Buffy felt his trembling hands framing her face as they followed behind her to release the bow. Once the sash fell from her eyes her lids fluttered to get used to the light. Once her was sight clear, she saw Spike before her. His cheeks were stained with his tears, as more unshed ones hovered on his lower lashes. His cerulean gaze held the look of sheer love and admiration.
His hands again cupped her cheeks as he slowly and gently placed his mouth to hers. Their kisses were tender and passionate as they drank the essence of one another.
Without breaking contact, Buffy slowly reached down to capture the hem of his tee shirt. She quickly removed the garment from his muscular form as he returned her mouth to his. Buffy then leaned forward as she gently guided Spike to lie down.
As he was spread out before her, she straddled his upper thighs as she slowly lowered his pants. Buffy then backed up slightly as she pulled them down to his ankles he proceeded to kick them from his body. Buffy sat astride his hips, her center hovered over his steel-encased flesh. Her gaze never left his. Before she lowered her body onto his, Spike spoke with a shaky chuckle
“Might be a tad quick luv. Not even Mary and her five friends have visited since you’ve been gone.”
“Don’t worry, we have our entire lives to take it slow.” Buffy cooed as she impaled herself on his cock.
Twin gasped of pleasure filled the room. Slowly their gazes met as Buffy slowly started to rock back and forth. Spike sat up so he could encase her body with a cage of his arms and chest. Their mouths fused as their bodies melted together.
The pair continued this leisurely, but intense pace until Spike could feel her inner walls flutter signaling her orgasm. Buffy placed her hands on his shoulders as she started to increase her pace. As her climax washed over her like a gentle tide, Spike soon followed. After he placed a lingering love-filled kiss upon her mouth, Spike buried his head into her bosom as the lovers stayed intertwined.
Hours later as the lovers reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies, Buffy laid on her stomach as Spike worked a new type of magic on her body with his hands. He massaged her muscles until she was a melted pile of flesh under his talented touch.
“Mmmmmm…..you definitely live up to your name.” Buffy purred as he worked his fingers into the arch of her foot.
“How’s that luv?”
“Eros is a primordial Greek god of sexual love and beauty.” Buffy moaned as his hands continued their ministrations.
“Does it now? Why would you research my last name?” Spike purred as his hands started to work down her calf.
“Mmmmm…..well if that was to be my last name, then I would want to know what it means.” Buffy responded. As the words left her mouth, her eyes widened in shock. She turned slightly to see Spike, hand stilled on her leg, as he stared at the beauty before him.
“Spike…..I didn’t mean it like that I…..” Buffy’s sentence was cut off midstream, as she was flipped over onto her back as his mouth plundered hers. After several moments, Spike pulled away and spoke.
“Mrs. Elizabeth Eros…..Buffy Eros…..love the sound of that.” Spike declared as his mouth returned to hers with all the passion that he felt.
The rest of the evening passed with the lovers feasting upon one another’s flesh and short periods of sleep. Buffy found a new position that she loved above all others, her head resting upon his chest as his arms wrapped around her body.
As Buffy and Spike enjoyed Chinese takeout, picnic on his bed. She wanted to ask him a question that was on her mind. They’d foregone plates, and were eating directly from the red and white cartons.
“So, when did you have large ‘S’ shape hooks installed on your ceiling?” Buffy inquired as she pointed with her chopsticks, to the metal hook that still held the black bathrobe sash, from their ‘bondage play’.
“Oh, they were here when I bought the place. The previous owners had a sex swing in their bedroom.” Spike explained with a chuckle.
“What? Did you see it when you came to look at the place?” Buffy giggled.
“No, thank god for that. The owners were an older couple who needed to sell the place since they were moving to Florida.” Spike explained.
“Um….how old is older couple?” Buffy inquired.
“The man was 86, the lady 82.” Spike chuckled.
“Nice! Maybe that’s the secret to a long life.” Buffy remarked.
“Well, if I am able to worship your delectable body as much as I desire, we are going to live forever.” Spike purred as he ran his hand over her toned backside.
“Mm…..love the sound of that.” Buffy cooed as her mouth covered his.
Several hours later, the sated couple lay in each other’s arm as Buffy placed small gentle kisses on his muscular chest. Spike decided now was a good as time as any to discuss his life since she left.
“Sweetheart, I wanted to apologize for that night in early February, when you came to my flat.”
“Spike, that’s not necessary…..” Buffy started to explain.
“No, it really is. Overall what I said was truly how I felt, well except one thing. I don’t believe it was entirely your fault that we broke up. It was both of us. One can only control another when that person grants them the permission to do so. If I didn’t like how things were going, I’m a big boy I could have voiced my opinion. So I can’t rightly blame you for doing what I let you do.” Spike explained.
“Damn straight bleach boy.” Buffy joked as she placed a slight nibble on his chest.
“Oi, it takes a big man to admit his wrong doings. Give a bloke a break.” Spike as he pretended her words wounded him.
“And you are definitely a BIG MAN.” Buffy cooed as she palmed his cock through the sheets. Spike moaned as his eyes closed. After several beats he stated
“Unhand me you minx, I need to finish my thought!” Spike jested as he grabbed her wayward hand and planted a tender kiss to the palm, and then placed it under his on his chest. Ignoring Buffy’s pout as he continued.
“Also I’d like to apologize for speaking to Willow about us. To be honest, we only spoke briefly on two occasions about our relationship. Once when she called to tell me about Anya’s wedding and the second time when she had me over to her flat for a Welcome Back dinner, the same night I saw you last.”
After Spike spoke he waited for her response. He feared that she would be angry, but again she held true to the theme of the evening. She completely surprised him with her response.
“Spike I know that you speaking with Willow wasn’t a big grassy knoll conspiracy. I fully understand now that you both talked because each of you care deeply for me and hated to see my hurting. That’s why I love you both so much.” Buffy said as she pulled Spike into a tender kiss. After several moments she spoke again.
“It was both of you that set me on the path of learning to truly love and trust myself. At Christmas time I felt the lowest of the low, Willow told me an old Polish proverb ‘To believe with certainty, we must begin by doubting.’ Which meant to me; starting where my doubts began, my father.” Buffy stated as she intertwined her fingers with Spike’s.
“A few weeks after I saw you, I decided to go back to California, more specifically LA where my dad and his family lives. It was completely strange being back there. I hadn’t set foot on the west coast in over ten years. I talk with my father on the phone, but I haven’t seen him since I was an angry eighteen years old, grieving the death of her mother. My dad, his wife and my now almost fifteen years old stepsister Dawn, greeted me at the airport. It was so weird. The last time I saw her, she barely came up to my waist. Now she towers over me and she is an absolute beauty. She has these big blue doe eyes, long chocolate brown hair and legs that go on for miles.” Buffy explained.
“The bit sounds like a beauty, if she’s anything like her big sis.” Spike stated as he placed a chaste kiss on the crown of her head.
“Well, the first week was very awkward. My dad and I danced around each other and the huge pink elephant in the room when we were together. The second week his wife took Dawn out and left my dad and I alone. At first we chitchatted about mundane stuff. Then the question of all questions fell out of my mouth. I asked him why he had abandoned me. From there everything else flowed. There was yelling, name calling, both on my part and crying, on both of our parts. After several hours, we had purged our souls and exorcised our demons. For the first time in my life, I felt at peace. That was the true beginning of my life. Everything before that is so small in comparison. After the three weeks were over, I came back to Boston. I have to say, I’m so glad to finally be home.” Buffy explained.
“To Boston?” Spike asked. Buffy lifted her head and she gazed into his cerulean eyes.
“No, your arms.” With that Spike pulled her towards his mouth as he kissed her passionately. He slowly rolled her onto his back, as his hips were cradled in her splayed thighs. He slowly entered her core as he whispered
“I love you Elizabeth, with all that I am and all that I will ever be.”
She responded. “I you, my sweet William.”
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I would like to thank everyone for your continued reads and reviews. All of you have made this story possible with the reviews that you have left; good, bad or otherwise. A big thanks to Sanityfair for taking my ramblings and having them make sense!
Chapter End Notes:
Well....the end is near, one more chapter. I hope you all enjoyed the ride.
Side note; if people are wondering what the grass referring to. Orginally it was from the chapter " I'm Sorry...so sorry". Grass symbolizes submission
Side note; if people are wondering what the grass referring to. Orginally it was from the chapter " I'm Sorry...so sorry". Grass symbolizes submission