Saturday, March 19, 2011 (3:30 a.m.)
Buffy followed Spike into his house and giggled at the enthusiastic and rather wet greeting they received from Doc.
“Sorry, love. He hasn’t been outside in a long while now. Just let me get him situated.”
She sat on his couch, curled her legs up, and waited while he took care of his puppy. There’s just something, she thought while butterflies danced merrily in her stomach, about a man with a puppy. She listened to Spike explaining to the dog that he was a pain in the “arse” and that he’d better get his business done fast, no “lollygagging about hoping that pretty little collie bird down the street has gotten loose again”. The words were harsh, but the tone was far too gentle to intimidate.
When he came back she was smiling.
“Hi.” He grinned like a bashful little boy.
“Hi.”
He sat on the edge of the couch beside her. “Can I get you anything? Are you hungry or—”
Buffy shook her head.
His head tipped to the side as he studied her.
“I must be a mess.” She reached up to pat her hair.
Spike shrugged. “You look beautiful to me—you always look beautiful to—”
She stopped him with a kiss, firm and urgent.
He moaned, pulled her closer and slid his hand under her sweater and up her back. He chuckled hoarsely near her ear. “I knew you’d taken that bra off, naughty minx.” He ran his finger along seam of the camisole she’d put on instead.
She laughed. “Lace push-up bras are not meant to be worn for more than a couple of hours.”
“No complaints, love. I’ll bet this is just as pretty.” His finger slid under the spaghetti thin strap over her shoulder. “Gonna let me see?”
She giggled and yawned.
Spike pulled his hand out from her shirt and brushed the hair away from her face. “Are you too sleepy, love? Should I be a good man and take you home to bed?”
Buffy toed off her shoes and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him sweetly. “You are a good man. Take me to your bed.”
He dropped his forehead to rest against hers and exhaled shakily. “Thank God, might have cried if you made me stop touching you.”
“Then don’t stop.” She grasped his hand and stood up, leading them in the direction of his bedroom.
He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and tugged it up over her head as they walked through his doorway. “Bloody glad I made the bed today.”
Giggling from a crazy mix of exhaustion, nerves and outright joy, she turned to face him. “And why is that? Are you hoping to impress me?”
“Oh, I plan to impress you, kitten, but not with my housekeeping skills—just think it’s more fun to mess up sheets after they’ve been tidied.”
She grinned as he pressed her down on the bed. “I’ll bet you were one of those kids that liked knocking down sandcastles more than building them.”
“Wrong again. My mum didn’t take me to the beach for fear of freckles.”
She gasped. “No beach!”
He laughed at her just-heard-a-tragedy expression. “It’s not that I’ve never been—still not a very common spot for me though. SPF a million wouldn’t stop me from burning.”
Buffy showed him her sad face before suddenly grinning. “We should go night swimming! Oh! I know just the place. It’s beautiful.”
“If you’d like.”
“I think you’ll like it.”
He crawled up the length of her body and pressed his lips against her throat for a kiss before whispering just below her ear. “If I’m with you, I’ll love it.”
They were there again, on the tip of her tongue, the words she knew were coming too fast to be said out loud. Still she had to say something. “You’re amazing, you know. I couldn’t—I still can’t look away.” She slid her fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers.
He quickly took control of the kiss, claiming her mouth with a fierce possessiveness he couldn’t hide but thought he probably should. He rested on one elbow and pulled at the strap on her camisole. “I was right. This is pretty.” He wasn’t even looking at it. He almost never looked away from her eyes.
She felt her cheeks warm under his hungry gaze and reached down to unbutton her shorts. She quickly pushed them down her legs and off her ankles. “Your turn.” She reached for the buttons on his shirt but he quickly sat up and pulled it off over his head. Buffy inhaled fast. “Wow.”
He chuckled. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” Her hand trembled slightly as reached up to stroke his stomach. She watched his muscles quiver with her touch and smiled at his bewildered expression. “Are you really going to try to convince me that you don’t know you’re gorgeous?”
He swallowed hard before grinning. “Nah. Just fishin’ for compliments. I’m dreadful that way.”
She giggled. “All right mister, pants—off.” She reached for his belt.
“Right. There’s a thing I should point out and that is—I don’t wear…” He trailed off when he saw that she had figured out where he was going with his warning.
“Of course not. You’re a bad boy.” She shook her head and smirked.
He leaned down. “I’ll be a good boy for you—just need a bit of house training. I find Doc responds best when he gets lots of treats.” He smirked at her with his tongue tucked up behind his teeth.
She giggled.
“Come on. Gimme a treat.”
She gave him a quick, loud smack of a kiss.
“Nice, but probably not enough to inspire discipline.”
“No?” She pretended to give it thought as she rose up on her knees beside him. “Hmm…” She grasped the bottom of her camisole, pulled it up over her head and tossed it towards Spike’s dresser. “Maybe I have a soft spot for bad boys.”
He placed his hands very gently at either side of her waist. “Is that so?” He drank her in with his gaze.
“Looks that way.”
He tightened his grip at her waist and leaned down to kiss a pretty pink nipple. He grinned at her gasp of pleasure. “All bad boys?” He used his teeth to give her nipple a light tug.
She whimpered. “What?”
His teeth found her other nipple. “How many bad boys are you having these soft feelings for, kitten?”
She started to laugh but moaned instead when he teased her with his tongue. “Oh God.”
“How many?”
She cupped the sides of his face and made him look at her. “Only you.” She kissed him thoroughly. “You know that, don’t you?”
He pressed his face against her neck. “Guess I’d like to hear it a few more times. Indulge me, love.”
Buffy pressed her lips against the top of his head. “How about I show you?”
“Showing sounds good.” He kissed her quickly and pulled her body against his own. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He waited until she complied to lower her back down to the mattress. He held up his body with one hand and used the other to deal with his belt and the button on his pants.
Buffy used her feet to push his pants down his legs. “Finally, I thought you were going to play hard to get all night.”
He chuckled as reached for the sides of her lace panties. “You are familiar with the concept of foreplay, yes love?”
She groaned. “But I want—Oh!”
He pressed a kiss to the front of her underwear before tugging them off. “I can tell you right now; these things are not nearly sturdy enough. They’d tear in a second.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Thought you liked bad boys now.” He grinned as he pulled them down her thighs.
“Be good.”
“Will I get a treat?”
“Yes.”
He gave her a devilish smile, left the panties dangling on her ankle and ran his hand up the insides of her thighs. “Can I have this treat?” He pushed her legs apart gently and studied her with dark eyes.
“Spike!” She tried to pull herself up but he held her in place.
“You said I could have a treat.”
She considered for a moment telling him that Angel had never been interested in providing that experience and she wasn’t all that sure she would even like it. Only then he was kissing the inside of her thigh and rubbing his thumb over her in the most nerve shatteringly slow manner and all she could do was whimper, “please.”
“And here I thought I was going to have to do the begging.” He replaced his thumb with the tip of his tongue.
Buffy was certain that she should be saying something, encouraging him in some way, thanking the powers that be for giving her this man or for giving this man the ability to curl his tongue in inhuman ways, but she couldn’t remember how to tell her mouth to make words. Nonsensical sounds slid across her lips and she grasped his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
For the first time in her life she didn’t even see the orgasm coming. Waves crashed into her and carried her off without warning. She called out his name.
When she blinked her eyes open, he was watching her with an awed expression. “I think you blacked out.”
She nodded. “I think you made me black out.”
He grinned. “Will you think I’m a ponce if I admit you had me scared there for a mo?”
Buffy giggled. “Nope. You pass out on me and I’m calling an ambulance.”
“I guess I’m just too much man for you.” He winked.
Once she started laughing, she couldn’t stop. She curled onto her side, bent over and held her stomach as she cracked up.
“Oi!” He squeezed her side. “It wasn’t that funny.”
“Maybe I just fell asleep.” She didn’t stop giggling.
His eyes widened in surprise at her teasing. “You did not fall asleep, imp.” When she simply continued laughing, he smirked and started tickling her soft stomach. “Take it back.”
She squealed and tried to push his hands away. “No way.”
His fingertips danced across the sensitive skin on her stomach and inner thighs and up to tease the sides of her breasts. “Take it back, naughty kitten.”
“Not…” She gasped for air and wriggled away. “Happening!”
His arm snaked down and he caught her ankle in a tight grip. “Bet these cute little toes are ticklish.” He gave the bottom of her foot a quick swipe with his index finger.
“No!” She swatted at his arm. “You’re a monster.”
He leered comically. “A sex monster that overwhelms little girls with his manly charisma?”
“I love you.”
He froze, still holding her ankle and stared at her with his mouth open and his eyes glazed over for a moment.
Buffy gasped. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, although it was too late to trap the words inside. “It’s too soon to say that. I know that. I…It just slipped out. You were being funny and cute and I just…said it.”
Spike continued to stare. Finally, very quietly, he asked “Did you mean it?”
“I—”
He shook his head. “It’s okay, if you didn’t—if it’s too soon. I get that.”
“Spike.” She waited for him to look at her again, waited to see his shockingly blue eyes focused on her face. “I meant it.”
He laughed. He squeezed her ankle tightly for a second before placing it back on the bed and then he laughed.
Buffy paled. “It’s funny?”
“What? No. Of course it’s not funny, it’s…brilliant.” He cupped her face with his palms and kissed her, hard.
She swatted at him. “You’re not supposed to laugh when a girl tells you that she’s in love with you. You…you...big…meanie.”
He chuckled again. “Sorry, kitten, I guess I’m out of practice.” As he said the words he tried to remember if he’d ever been in practice, if a girl had ever actually said it to him before.
“You’re supposed to say something back. I mean, only if it’s true, not if you…”
He tipped her chin up so she would meet his eyes. “You already know that I’m in love with you, silly girl. I believe I risked life and limb to announce it in front of your hulking former fiancée.”
She winced. “Yeah, but if you say it now, I could say it back and then there could be kissing.”
“Kissing, you say? Hmm….” He pretended to think it over while he watched her lick her lips. “I suppose the kissing would be worth it.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and swallowed hard. “I love you, Buffy.” His voice was soft and just a little shaky. “I love the way you laugh even when a joke isn’t very funny and the way you worry about everyone’s feelings. I love that you appreciate the little things—every single bloody little thing is some kind of wonder with you. I love the way you can make small children speak in unison by clapping you hands and I love that you blush like a school girl and then look at me like you might just pull my clothes off and force me to my knees.”
Her eyes widened. “I do not.”
“A little bit.” He grinned. “You do, a little bit. I love the way your hair bounces around your shoulders and the way you wrinkle your nose when you don’t like something. And fuck, Buffy, I bloody well love the way you look naked in my bed. I love you.” He smirked. “Can there be kissing now?”
“But I don’t have a speech. You said a whole speech.”
She looked, he thought, genuinely sad about her lack of a prepared speech. She was adorable. He leaned over and kissed the pout off of her lips. “I don’t want a speech. I want you.” He pressed her back down against the pillows before she had a chance to argue and kissed her fiercely. He caught her hands in his own and held them down on either side of her head. “I want to make you mine.”
“I am yours.”
He slid his knee between her thighs. “Yeah, in a pretty romantic way, maybe. I was thinking of something a bit more…tangible seems like a nice word.” He traced her earlobe with his tongue.
Buffy laughed as she freed her hand and then rubbed it down his chest and stomach. “Like this?” She circled his erection with her hand.
He exhaled hard. “Unh.” He rested his forehead on hers. “Don’t tease, love—waited too long—fuck—don’t tease.”
She smiled and kissed his neck, rubbing her lips against the straining muscles there. “If I shouldn’t tease, what should I do?” She slid her hand up and down his length slowly.
“Invite me in, love. Let me go home.”
So she did.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
You can expect one (possibly two if I get wordy) more chapters for this fic and you can expect to see them soon. By the way, you all read chapter sixteen, right? It just went up two days ago, so if you're not sure go read that one first. Seriously. Don't try to skip ahead to the smut you dirty little girls. ;) Did I say smut? No way, not me.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, I try to do something new. I'd love to hear if you think I succeeded. Thanks to Puddinhead for some much needed early feedback on this chapter. :)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, I try to do something new. I'd love to hear if you think I succeeded. Thanks to Puddinhead for some much needed early feedback on this chapter. :)
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