Despite his muscular body’s promises of unbridled pleasure and sin, Buffy couldn’t contain her body’s announcement of its weariness, with a yawn. His body lulled her to the edge of consciousness, as he carried her to her house. Spike’s purrs and deep baritone chuckle that followed her untimely yawn pulled her into a deep peaceful sleep.
Buffy awoke slightly disorientated, with her cheek pressed against a silky yet firm object, which jostled once her eyes opened. As she shook the sweet oblivion of sleep from her mind, Buffy realized that she was tucked safely in bed, with a life-sized, body shape pillow, she clasped with her entire body. “Mmmmm….Spike.” Buffy’s mind purred.
Buffy noticed, as she stirred slightly from his form, that he was completely and utterly….naked. Upon further realization, she was also sans clothing. “Exactly why am I naked?” Buffy inwardly asked herself.
“Cuz, no thread in the world is fitting to grace your magnificent body, that’s why.” Spike purred as he ran his fingertips slowly down her spine. Her nipples pebbled instantly, as soft mews of pleasure spilled from her lips during his tender ministrations. After several moments Buffy questioned in a hushed and slightly stunned voice.
“I didn’t say that aloud, did I?”
Spike was stunned into silence by her question. He pondered her questions briefly than reciprocated a reply.
“Don’t rightly believe you did.”
Buffy sat up to look upon the man that shared her bed. She clasped the blankets to her breasts as she beheld him. Even though there was no light filling the room, not even moonlight, its beams held at bay by the drawn curtains, adorned with additional heavy blankets, Buffy could clearly see his azure gaze studying her.
“What does this exactly mean? This mind reading thing?” Buffy whispered as fear of the unknown filled her.
Waves of uncertainty and fear rolled into his mind and throughout his body, as he sensed her overwhelming feelings. Without a word, Spike pulled her back into the safety of his arms, as he cooed words of comfort. Spike tenderly ran his skillful hands soothingly over her flaxen hair.
The lovers lay intertwined for endless minutes as they enjoyed the feeling of one another surrounding them. In spite of the hundred plus years between them, this was a first, for both of them, to enjoy the simple pleasure of their lover's flesh without sex. Suddenly, Buffy placed a playful slap to Spike’s chest, as she was bombarded with naughty thoughts of ‘activities’ that Spike wanted to perform on or with her.
“What? Can’t rightly expect me to lie here with my irresistible mate, naked, in this bed, and expect me not to think those things!” Spike jested.
A moment later Spike added. “Now Slayer, if you want to do ‘that’ there’s no need to think it….just do it,” Spike purred as he pulled her pliable form up his body.
A pleasure-filled moan escaped her lips, as her dampened core ran over his hip. Spike inhaled her moans as his mouth greedily plundered hers. Deep purrs sounded from his chest as her essence coated his tongue and traveled down his throat, spun sugar, sheer power and his long-lost sun. She burned his mouth with her fiery kisses.
Without breaking contact from his demanding mouth, Buffy shifted and straddled his waist. Her sodden core rubbed tediously over his engorged cock, without entrance. Several mindless moments passed as the lovers continued to feast upon one another. Their hands never stilled, as they searched one another’s bodies hungrily.
Buffy’s mouth disengaged from his first, as she trailed hot open mouth kisses and small nips upon the sensitive column of his throat. A moan of sheer bliss tumbled from his swollen lips as her blunt teeth latched briefly to her marks. Without warning, Buffy’s demon emerged and her two razor-sharp fangs sank into his neck. She drew two heady mouthfuls of his heavenly blood, before she extracted her fangs and declared.
“Mine!” Within moments, her fangs resumed their place in his throat. Spike’s back arched as his cock searched for more friction. Buffy moaned as she felt his erection, impressively increase two fold, as it rubbed against her dampen folds.
After two deeper pulls, Spike responded.
“Yours!”
One last draw traveled sweetly down her throat, as she retracted her fangs and lapped her raspy tongue over the punctures. Buffy’s demon purred as his blood sang through her veins, as their connection strengthened a little more. Her demon then receded as she resumed her trek down the column of his throat, toward his chest. Spike’s hand fisted in the bed sheets, as he allowed Buffy’s leisurely pace over his flesh. She lavished attention to his muscular chest, especially his responsive nipples.
They pebbled as her teeth and tongue worked at the once flattened discs, until they were twinning peaks. Buffy wasn’t aware that a man could be as responsive to having his nipple attended to, until his sheer ecstasy filled her mind and his growls filled the room from her ministrations.
Endless moments passed, as Buffy moved her greedy mouth southwards. She ran her eager tongue and blunt teeth over the expanse of his well-defined six-pack abs. Spike’s hands ripped the cotton sheets as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. His mind knew that despite how fierily his mate was, she was still young. Both age wise and in all areas of sex and the like. Despite how his demon and lust-riddled body screamed for him to ‘take her’, he wanted to give her the opportunity to explore his body and the delight of bestowing pleasure upon him.
As Buffy drew the thin sheet from his hips, the sound of his gasp echoed throughout the room. Spike’s half-mast, darkened gaze watched her as he witnessed her reaction to his. The combination of the fabric sliding across his intensely sensitive member and how she thoroughly licked her full bee-stung lips as she revealed his cock to her lust-filled eyes, made Spike’s mind short-circuit with lust.
Buffy’s hands rested on his upper thighs as she studied his sculptured from. Everything had her in awe. The muscular, yet lean expanse of his chest, his rippled abdomen, his almost perfect alabaster skin covered his beautiful form. As her eyes continued to search and study, her gaze rested upon one of his greatest bodily assets, next to his expressive gorgeous eyes, his impressive erection. Even though they had been together twice, she never examined him or any other man this way. A loud fierce growl broke her thoughts.
“And no other man, starkers or not, will you look upon in this way,” Spike demanded.
“Never, only you,” Buffy whispered as her heated gaze moved from his body to his hardened, yet hazy stare.
Her gaze held his, as she leaned slowly forward and placed a tentative stroke of her tongue across the belled head of his erection. Spike’s eyes slammed shut, as his back arched off the bed. His lust blasted her kneeling form, as she felt her nipples hardened and her folds dampened further.
Becoming slightly bolder, Buffy ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. Her tongue flickered upon the slit that was now seeping with his dead seed. Once her muscle lapped the fluid, she brought it back into the recesses of her mouth. As his essence rolled throughout her mouth, her mind flashed with his silent pleas. “More…please more!” His mind chanted.
“What? More of this?” Buffy cooed as she placed her mouth over the now purplish head.
“Gah…!” Was Spike’s only response.
“I don’t really speak Spikese fluently, but I’ll take that as a yes,” Buffy purred as her small hand gently gripped the base of his cock. Her mouth returned to its previous position at the top of his impressive erection. As she held him in her grasp, she ran her tongue entirely over the flesh-encased steel.
Spike’s mind whirled. He could sense her apprehension, which he believed due to her being a virgin when he sullied her virtue. Regardless of this, the heat of her mouth, the lust and desire that blossomed from her body and mind, and how she just instinctually knew how to touch him, made him ready to burst at the seams like a school boy. Spike wanted, no needed, to put his hands on her head, as she worked at his cock, but he was afraid that he would scare her away. A moment later her sweet mouth left his erection and her deep lusty voice rang out.
“Spike, touch me,” Buffy pleaded. Spike’s hand plunged into her golden locks as her mouth returned to his screaming flesh. Buffy’s movements became bolder, as her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. Tentatively, her mouth slid slowly down his erection. Due to his sheer size, her mouth could not reach the bottom. What she could not encase with her mouth, her hand covered.
Spike murmured words of pleasure and encouragement as she worked at his member with a newfound confidence. When the pressure of her sucks became tighter, her fist tightened and then twisted as her mouth descended and ascended. Spike’s fist tightened in her tresses, as pleasure consumed his mind and actions. Her pace increased as she felt a sense of womanly pride bloom from within, as she caused this man, this master vampire, her mate, to a quivering mass of flesh and bone.
“That’s it sweetheart. Your mouth…the heat…it’s burning me alive. Uhhh…I can’t last much longer. You may want...uhhh…want to move….bbb…before I blow…” Spike muttered as his hips began to slowly roll under her mouth. Buffy didn’t relent. She wanted to taste the very essence of her mate. Not only his blood, but also his seed to fill her mouth and throat; she wanted it all.
Spike was hovering on the brink of sweet oblivion as Buffy continued her tortuous, but pleasurable ministrations. When Buffy’s unoccupied hand cupped his heavy weight of his testicles, Spike fell over the brink of the abyss. His dead seed shot forward as a roar tore from his throat. Despite the intensity of his orgasm, Buffy slightly slowed, but continued her ministrations upon his cock.
Spike’s hips slowed then stopped, as the grip in her hair lessened. Buffy removed her mouth from his slightly softening cock as she then placed several slow, languid licks over the head to capture any residual spendings. Several moments passed as Buffy sat back and regarded the spent man before her. Her hand slowly stroked his thigh as her eyes drank in his form.
His chest rose and fell in quick pants. Lids covering his amazing cerulean eyes, mouth slack as his lips murmured words that she could not hear. Within the silence, Buffy started to question if she had done it right. Within a moment, one of Spike’s eyes opened as he looked at her questioning face.
“You’re bloody kiddin’ right? If it was anymore perfect, I would have dusted,” Spike panted with unneeded breath.
“So, I did it right?” Buffy whispered with hesitation. Lightning-quick, Buffy was pinned under him as his azure gaze focused on hers.
“Beyond right; bloody perfect! You’re amazing Buffy, the way you bring me to my knees with a look. You’ve bewitched me. Even if your bloody Watcher breaks this claim, I don’t think I could ever be without you,” Spike declared.
Buffy’s eyes became teary at his admission. Spike placed his hand upon her cheek as he kissed her thoroughly. The wail of Joyce’s alarm broke the lovers from their thoughts and each other’s bodies. Moments later, they both heard Buffy’s mom walking toward her room.
“Buffy, it’s time to get up. You promised to help me at the gallery. Let’s go sleepy head!” Joyce called in a sing-song voice. All that signaled that Spike was in the room was the slowly and quietly closing closet door. Quickly, Buffy covered her naked form as she lay back down to pretend she was still asleep. Two rapid knocks, announced Joyce’s presence as she entered Buffy’s room.
“Buffy? Are you up?” Joyce called as she entered into the room. Joyce noticed Buffy’s clothes strewn around her bedroom. As she began to pick up all the wayward clothing, she tsked at the mess.
“God Buffy, I swear. You can be such a slob. When’s the last time you picked up? There are jackets, shirts and pants all over the place?” Joyce huffed. Buffy sat up quickly as she regarded her mother. At the last moment, she held the sheet to cover her naked breasts.
“Mom, please leave the mess. It’s mine, I’ll take care of it,” Buffy suggested as her eyes widened. In her mother’s grasp was Spike’s black tee shirt and socks. As Buffy’s eyes wandered around the room, she didn’t see his black trench, boots or pants. She prayed to whomever, that he had them in her closet.
“Well, I have a load to do before we leave. Get up, it’s time to go,” Joyce ordered. Joyce pointed over to the windows as she spoke again. “The light’s still is bothering you?”
“Yeah. My eyes are still a little wonky,” Buffy responded, as said eyes widened at her response.
“Wonky? What does that mean? I may sound like an old lady, but you kids these days come up with the strangest terms,” Joyce stated as she headed towards the door. Before she left, she turned and stated. “Buffy, you have fifteen minutes.” With that the door closed.
A small snicker came from the closet as Buffy stood, quickly locked her door and headed over to Spike’s hiding place. She opened the door and stared down at the chuckling man.
“I don’t really find this funny!” Buffy harshly whispered. Her words had lost their meaning as a small smile graced her lips. That and she was bare ass naked standing there.
“You’re tellin’ me? I’m over one hundred years old, and I’m hiding out in a girl’s closet! Like some pimply-faced whelp!” Spike retorted as he stood releasing his boots, leather trench and shoes from his grasp. As he reached his full height, Buffy noticed that his cock was at full attention. Her eyes widened, as her body reacted to him. Her nipples peaked into rosy-tips and renewed desire dampened her folds as she stared at the beautiful man before her.
Spike stalked out from the closet and pulled her quivering form to him. A slight puff of air dispelled from her lungs from the impact of his muscular chest. Buffy was unable to catch her breath, as his hungry mouth plundered hers. As their mouths fused, a battle was waged between their mouths, tongues and teeth. Only Joyce’s voice filling her sensitive ears broke her from him. “Buffy, ten more minutes!”
As they pulled apart, their chests mirrored one another as they both panted for air and control over their lust-filled bodies and minds. Dual pairs of blackened eyes studied one another, as each awaited the other’s move. Buffy shook her head slightly before she spoke.
“Spike, please, I need…I can’t…” Buffy murmured as her body hummed with desire.
Spike’s eyes closed briefly as his mate’s needs surrounded his mind. As Spike lunged for her, she moved. He landed ungracefully on the bed. He turned and growled for his mate’s obedience. Spike sprang from the bed and stood before his mate’s form. Buffy chuckled as her eyebrow quirked, as his feelings of lust and agitation reached her. Spike tried to order her with his mind to come to him, but she did not heed. His demon sprang forward at this denial.
“Buffy, do not deny me,” Spike growled. Buffy's demon sprang forward in response to his.
“I can deny you if I choose. Do I need to remind you that you do not own me! I am your mate. I choose if I give my body to you! Do not test me!” Buffy growled back. Spike’s demon receded as he looked upon his enraged mate.
“Sweetheart, please come to me. I need you. Why do you deny my calls to you?” Spike questioned as he slowly stepped forward.
“What calls?” Buffy asked as her demon slowly melted away.
“So you didn’t hear me calling to you with my mind?” Spike asked as he reached her.
He placed his hand tenderly upon her upper arm. Upon contact, her mind was filled with his words. “Sweetheart, I need to be in you. Please don’t be cross. I only want to…” The inner voice was cut short when his hand moved from her upper arm.
“Uh? Maybe we have to be touching for each other’s thoughts to be heard. Well, that sucks. I was kinda hoping to use this during fights. Almost like Luke Skywalker and Obe-wan or some such,” Buffy pouted. Spike’s scarred eyebrow rose from her statement.
“I’m friends with Xander. All that kind of stuff rubs off after a little while,” Buffy responded with a slight shoulder shrug. “Look, let’s get dressed. I’ll try to convince my mom that I have some big test on Monday, and I need to study for. I’ll tell her it’s French. Je suck in French and I’ll tell her Willow is helping me,” Buffy explained.
Spike placed his hand on her cheek, as his mouth gently connected with hers. As the passion ignited between them again, Buffy pulled back with a slight chuckle and spoke.
“I don’t think French kissing would be part of any test Spike.” As his hand remained, she responded again. “Yes and I do know that I passed your tests with flying colors,” Buffy blushed as she pulled his hand from her cheek and placed a chaste kiss to his palm.
The duo quickly got dressed as the time allotted by her mother was coming to a close. Spike entered back into the closet, as Buffy headed downstairs. Spike could hear the women’s conversation. His mate was definitely an Academy Award-winning actress. After a ten-minute conversation, Buffy convinced her mother of her needed studies. Several moments later, her mom called out goodbye and left the home. Her car heading down Revello Drive signified her departure.
Buffy arrived in the room several moments later with a glass of juice and a perplexed expression. Spike was donned only in his black jeans, unbuttoned, slug low on his hips.
“What is it luv?”
“Mom started the darks, so your shirt and socks are in the wash. I’m surprised, she didn’t question me about them. I shouldn’t complain. That is of the good. This must be so weird for you, hiding from my mom and being with me?” Buffy asked with a slight hurt in her voice. Spike immediately pulled her into his arms as he spoke.
“Not goin’ to lie, it is weird. Just less than a month ago I was goin’ about my business, plotting to kill the Slayer. Feeding to my heart’s content, then there’s, Drusilla. Now my world is turned upside down. I’m mated to the Slayer, who is but a young girl in a woman’s body. Hiding in her closet cuz her mom will catch us shagging. Then there’s…..” Buffy pulled from his arms before he could continue. She turned from him as tears formed, and hovered on her lower lids. Spike spun her around as he pulled her into his tightened cage of his chest and arms. As she fought him, he spoke.
“You didn’t let me finish you stubborn bint! Stop fighting me!” Spike snarled as Buffy’s form wiggled from his. As she was trapped in his arms, he moved her forward until her legs hit the mattress. With a slight push, she tumbled, landed on her back, as he landed on top of her. A slight ‘whoosh’ of air dispelled from her lungs from the fall and his body on top of hers.
“Buffy…Buffy! What I was saying was yes this is all crazy and weird and every other word that you can think of, but I wouldn’t change any of it!” Spike yelled as she continued to fight. As his words sank into her angered mind, she stilled. Her breaths were ragged, eyes flashing gold, as she tried to focus on the face of the man above her.
“What?” Buffy huffed.
“I said I wouldn’t change one moment of it!” Spike growled as his eyes flashed gold.
“Me either.” Buffy’s mind voiced, as she stared at the man above her.
“What was that luv?” Spike asked in his own head.
“Me either. I wouldn’t change a thing either,” Buffy declared out loud. Spike’s mouth slowly met hers. Soon the fire and passion burned between them as their mouths devoured one another. The shrill of the phone, splashed cold water on their fire.
“I need to get that,” Buffy groaned with disappointment as she looked over to the phone.
“Yeah, I know,” Spike huffed as he rolled from her form.
After several rings, Buffy answered the phone with a winded breath.
“Hello?” Spike could hear the other side of the conversation, due to his heightened vampire hearing.
It was a male, her Watcher. After the preliminary ‘how are you s?’ and the like, he asked for her to meet him at his flat to discuss the issues at hand. Buffy just listened, as she reached out and intertwined their hands together. The conversation flowed into his mind. Even though Spike already knew what was being said, his heart warmed at the thought that Buffy wanted to include him in the conversation.
“Yeah Giles, but is there any way that you can pick us up. Spike needs to be there, and he’s still quite flammable,” Buffy explained. The Watcher tried to talk Buffy out of bringing Spike along. Buffy’s face-hardened as her grip tightened slightly on his.
“Giles look, where I go, he goes!” Buffy listened to his response then retorted.
“No, it’s not the claim! If I come alone what are we going to do, research right? Look in mountains of moldy old books for information that may or may not be accurate or even helpful!” Buffy snapped and then listened to the Watcher’s response.
“Giles, like Spike said, for a smart guy you’re not seeing something so simple. Why do we need books when we have a person who has firsthand knowledge about both Angelus and Drusilla?” After a brief silence, Giles responded.
“Yeah, pick us up at noon. Will you please black out the car’s back windows? I’m not relying on a few blankets to keep him safe.” Buffy ordered. With that she hung up the phone with a slight huff. She stared at the phone with a snarl. Buffy then shook her head and her gaze looked upon the man before her.
Spike was in awe of the woman before him. Without a word, he pulled Buffy into his arms and gave her a tender kiss. After several beats, she pulled away and stood. As she approached her bureau, she asked.
“So do you want to wear my white tee shirt that’s two sizes too small for you or a Sunnydale High sweatshirt?” Buffy snickered as she held up both articles of clothing.
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