Buffy whimpered and almost started balling again. She was getting lost in his taste. She needed to talk to him! To be sure everything was just a misunderstanding. She forced the boy away from her mouth and gripped his duster’s lapels. “Spike?” She sobbed. “What are you doing? What does this- I thought Drusilla was- Wh- What about what Angel said-”
Spike shook his head. “Buffy, NO! Nononono! Christ, I-” He quickly crawled through her window, causing her to move back. Once he was inside, Spike grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up to stand flush against him. “Love, listen to me.” His tone was strong and solid. “EVERYTHING Peaches spouted, I didn’t respond because I didn’t feel he had a right to know ANYTHING ‘bout me or my past. I didn’ wanna give the arse the satisfaction of hearin an answer an I just lost it after a couple a minutes. I punched the git an that buggerin TJ kid saw it. Figured Joyce woulda told you that you couldn’ see me anymore cuz I know how the lady feels ‘bout violence an so I came here to let you know that I wasn’t leaving. Knew there had to be somethin else botherin you when you gave me that soddin note. But I had no idea you’d heard the shit Angel was sayin. I SWEAR to you, Buffy, he was wrong! I don’t love Dru anymore, I love YOU! S’plained everythin I feel for my ex a while ago, thought you knew I didn’ care ‘bout her that way. I’d never’a thought… Bloody hell Buffy, m’sorry! I’m so bloody sorry! I didn’ think you’d EVER doubt how I feel about you. Hell, I love you more than I can stand it sometimes; I swear you’re killin me here. Just ‘bout had a fucking heart attack out there when you handed me that Dear John letter.”
Buffy felt so many things she couldn’t even comprehend her own emotions at the moment, and she started crying on the spot. But the tears were definitely from happiness because she could see the need and truth in Spike’s eyes. What he was saying made sense, and if he punched her ex then that explained a lot. “I- I did know how you felt- b- but, I thought... since you didn’t say anything when Angel-… Oh, Spike!” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him to her like a lifeline.
Spike crushed her body to his and let the tears fall. He’d come so close to losing her. “Buffy, I love you! Swear it, don’t want anybody else. Couldn’ imagine not havin you here with me, nearly died out on that roof.” He cocked his head towards the window before burying his face in her hair.
She nodded against him and hid her face in his neck while letting the familiar smell of leather and smoke calm her. She’d been right all along about him never leaving her. She’d almost thrown him out of her life herself and thank God he was so stubborn, or she would have lost him to a mistake. She allowed the tears to flow, even though her eyes were raw at this point- Oh crap, her mom! “Oh! I can’t believe mom kicked you out! I- I’ll talk to her. I- I’m sorry I was such a bitch before, too. I didn’t know- I- I thought that-”
He shushed her and hugged her tighter. She heard him release a shuddering breath and the girl cried harder at the sound.
Spike inhaled her scent and flattened his palm to the back of her head. He began kissing her everywhere he could- Her hair to her temples to her cheeks to her chin and finally to her mouth. His lips molded to hers and their love fused. He plunged his tongue inside to tangle with hers the second she opened for him. The woman greedily inhaled his breath and let their teeth clash as the kiss turned frenzied.
Buffy felt herself becoming increasingly aware of everything he was doing. His tighter than tight grip he held on her waist, the friction he was creating between them both, his soft lips that played with hers, the smell of leather, smoke, and beer that wafted off of him and around her. She felt everything and needed even more. Her fingers found their way to his neck where she gripped as she started to rub her cotton covered pussy against denim. She wanted him and felt ready now. It wasn’t the suddenness of their feverish kisses or the scare she’d had from almost losing him. It wasn’t the desperate need to make him hers and for her to become wholly his, she already WAS his, and he already belonged to her. The reason wasn’t anything that SHOULDN’T be the reason. The pleasantness for not having THE reason was freeing, it just felt wonderful right now and she wanted it.
Buffy had held fantasies of what her first time would be like, how it would be special and with someone whom she cared deeply. How it might be on her prom night at a hotel outside of Moon Stream or under the stars at the beach. She’d imagined that it would be planned with candles and maybe soft, sensual music. But now she realized that things didn’t always need to be planned out, they could just be. Right now felt good, felt right and peaceful. It didn’t seem rushed or blind, but serene and powerful. The desperation that coated her tongue as it dueled with Spike’s wasn’t going anywhere, she’d thought she was going to have to give him up, and now she was thrilled she’d been mistaken, but their coupling- and her first time –wasn’t going to be hurried or “wrong” in this moment, it was just going to be… kind of perfect.
The warm breeze from the window blew in the sweet scent of a summer night and it made her think of apple blossoms and the green hills she liked to roll down when she was younger. This smell was her favorite thing about summer, the beauty and tranquility of every night sent a combination of peace and excitement through her veins. She couldn’t wait to be held in his arms while he was inside of her. Everything felt divine right at this instant and she wanted it. She was hot and he was adoring, she was wanting and he was needing, she was in love and he was cherishing. Everything was true in the moment and it felt good. They loved and cared for one another so much that all either of them wanted was the other.
Buffy’s hands crawled through his hair as his ran over her body, succeeding in magically heating her faster. She gasped while Spike seemed to forget all about his need to breathe and just kept attacking her mouth as she had to fight between widening it an “O” shape for air and kissing him back. Her right leg seemed to impulsively rise as his hands found purchase on her ass, gripping and pulling her impossibly closer. He ground his erection into her again and again while the girl mewed and whimpered in bliss. She was whispering her approval along with his name as his left hand clawed across the thigh that had found its way around his leg. She draped her arms around his neck when he dived for her throat, peppering her skin with hot, moist kisses. She shuddered and Spike gripped her harder. He wanted her so damn much at this point it was ridiculous. Every breathy sigh and moan was ripping through him like lightening, his pants were indescribably tight and the scent of her hair was driving him mad.
He was losing all control, and he needed his perfect girl right now, right here. But he couldn’t have her until she said so. It was her choice and he would not make her feel uncomfortable. But his power was being taken away from him, and he loved her and needed to feel the rapture her body would bleed when he touched it. He wanted to play her like a finely tuned violin, he wanted to love her with his body just as he did with his care and his words. He wanted her to see. He needed to prove to her how much she meant to him, and he wanted to make her his. He had almost lost her and required the proof that she was still here. But aside from all the desperation he was feeling for wanting to take her body, the prominent sensation driving him to touch her with all the passion in the world was not out of worry for never having her, but it was because he hadn’t lost her. It was because of the fight, the horrible chance that had been taken on their relationship, that he needed her. He loved her and he was forced to acknowledge just how much so because of this argument; and now he needed to show her and needed to join with her. It wasn’t about desperation or lust, although both were present as he helped her push his duster off of his shoulders, it was about affection and devotion; love. So Spike hoped to God his girl was ready and aching because he’d never been more prepared for anything else in his entire life.
They were both shaking slightly as Buffy leaned up to bite Spike’s earlobe. He growled softly in response and moved his head up from where he’d been suckling her neck. The man kissed her languidly before pulling away with closed eyes to whisper against her mouth. “You’re amazing. The things you do...” He spoke reverently as he trailed cool fingertips down her right arm. The only sound in the room to accompany his voice was the couple’s harsh breaths. “just with a look… I’m drownin in you, Summers. You don’ know how much power you’ve got over me.”
She moved her leg down from where it rested on his hip and started un-tucking his shirt from his jeans. Spike just watched her face until she helped him remove the garment, lifting the black material over his eyes.
Buffy stared at his chest hungrily and licked her lips. God, how the hell did she get so lucky? Her purple painted nails scraped lightly down his skin and she relished in the hiss he released from his lips. She gulped before speaking softly. “C- can we Spike? … I want you.”
Spike moved his hands up to grip her tiny shoulders as he stared down at her. She had a look of excitement/nervousness covering her features. He tilted his head for a moment, mesmerized. She was anxious and shaking just a tad, and he knew what she was asking. He couldn’t believe he’d actually gotten what he wished for, she was ready. She was really ready for this…
Spike blinked and pulled her closer while looking down into her pretty eyes. He mentally slapped himself for what he was about to ask.
If I didn’t love her so damn much I wouldn’t even bother... “Buffy… are you sure? I mean REALLY sure? I don’t want you to think that you have to do this or-”
She cut him off by rolling her eyes and releasing a breathy laugh. She was scared but felt that it was time, and she WAS ready. She’d never thought she could feel so prepared while simultaneously feeling so flighty. Buffy nodded. “Yes, I am. I swear it, okay. A- and it’s not because of the fight or anything, I just- I can’t explain it, it just feels… right, right now.” She smiled kindly while peering up at him from under her lashes. “Ya know?”
Spike answered by smashing his lips down to hers.
The questions and revelations were over.
Spike started speedily unbuttoning her silk nightshirt while Buffy mentally thanked her mother for getting her on the birth control pill a year ago.
Their lips danced as they always did, except this time there was an underlying promise of new discoveries and passion neither had ever felt before. Spike undid the last button on the woman’s top and traced his fingertips along the band of her cotton shorts, therefore teasing both of them.
Buffy whimpered quietly and broke away to breathe, then she wrapped her right arm around his waist and scratched lightly at his back while her left hand slowly rubbed up and down his denim covered crotch. The girl received a groan for her efforts right before his hand slipped beneath her shorts. Her eyes rolled heavenward as she heard him murmur in her ear. “Bloody hell, you’re all wet already, kitten. Can’t wait to get a taste of you.” He licked the inner shell of her ear, reveling in her shudder.
Buffy removed her hands from his body and pulled away before he could protest. She rolled her shoulders so her silk shirt would slide off of her skin.
Spike’s pupils dilated as he got his first look at Buffy topless. She was gorgeous, standing there in the slight moonlight, leaning over just a tad and deliberately allowing her glowing hair to cover herself as much as possible. She was the most ravishing thing he’d ever laid eyes on and his hunger for her increased tenfold. Fuck, who knew I could want her any more than I already did.
Buffy used all of her strength to stop from covering her chest up. First time topless in front of a guy! She was totally wigging here. Fortunately, Spike didn’t stand staring at her like she was a piece of meat for too long. Although it felt like a lifetime to her, it couldn’t have been for more than ten seconds. He rushed her and kissed her hard, crushing Buffy’s breasts against his solid chest. When he pulled away she looked into his eyes and noticed they were almost black, any blue that was left simply rimmed the now dark abysses. God, she wanted him.
“You’re flawless, absolutely bloody flawless.” He weighed both of her breasts in his hands and flicked his thumbs over the pink nipples, loving the way she moaned at his touch. “Perfect fit. Made for me.” That was when he dipped his head and sucked the left rose pebble into his mouth to taste it, before tracing the areola with the sharp point of his tongue.
She almost collapsed. It felt like she was on fire and all of her senses were heightened. Lordy lord did his mouth feel good. Oh, there he goes on the other one now, okay, yes- “Aah!” He bit the diamond hard nipple before soothing it with his tongue. Buffy was impossibly wet, and her hips were moving against air, secretly seeking any sort of friction available.
“Taste so sweet, can’t even imagine how your quim s’gonna taste.” He mumbled these words into her sweaty flesh, licking his way up to her collar bone.
Buffy’s back bowed as Spike started kissing her neck again, leaving another hickey in his wake she had no doubt. The fog in her brain cleared just enough to remind her that she wanted to do some playing of her own. The girl reached out while Spike was busy nibbling the new bruise below her jaw bone and she quickly undid his pants before pulling his erection out into her waiting hands. She realized that he didn’t wear any underwear, just like before in the woods. Huh, he’s the commando type. Ooh, I bet he sleeps naked, too! Naughty thoughts for later.
She grinned.
The girl started pumping him up and down, just like she had the last time. Spike’s whispers of encouragement while he deftly slipped his fingers between her legs again managed to boost Buffy’s confidence. She used her other hand, which had been on his shoulder a moment ago, to start pushing his jeans down his hips and relishing in the softness of the man’s skin. He was just perfect.
Then Buffy remembered that she too was still wearing her bottoms.
Spike stopped everything he was doing when Buffy broke away from him unexpectedly and freed herself of her shorts. She stood there in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties, and the Brit’s mind went into overdrive. He swiftly scooped up the mostly naked girl and threw her over his shoulder, smirking at her indignant squeal before gently tossing her down on her bed.
Buffy almost got a chance to pinch his ass prior to when he set her down on the mattress, but before she could she got a look at said ass and lost all coherent thought. Plus, she secretly loved the over the shoulder thing. Only Spike could do things like that to her without getting himself slapped.
In a blur, the boy quickly relieved himself of his shoes and jeans. Then he just about choked on his tongue at the sight in front of him. Looking all demure and yet scandalous at the same time, sat his angel, on the bed with a white sheet modestly covering her hips and her golden hair hanging around her shoulders in waves; her perky cleavage with pointed nipples sitting just below her locks. Spike couldn’t wait to touch her and run his finger through that radiant hair of hers. She was too damn good to be true.
Buffy squashed her squeal when her boyfriend practically jumped on her, using one hand to grip her wrists together above her head. Just before he mauled her lips with his own he whispered. “I love you so much. My stunning, golden girl.” She melted into the bed and felt him tease her soaked folds with his fingertips as he devoured her lips like a man starved. Didn’t he realize she couldn’t wait anymore? As nervous as Buffy was she was soooo ready for him at this point, the woman was almost frantic with need.
Spike’s tongue ran over hers and he felt her squirming beneath him, trying to move so his tickling fingers would touch her where she needed it most. She was so sensitive by now that he was pretty sure she would go off the second any pressure was put on her sweet spot. Well, he was going to make this the most memorable night of her life, so her clit would be getting plenty of attention soon enough. “Baby, let me have a taste, yeah?”
She knew what he meant and nodded after reminding herself that he’d said he WANTED to “taste” her twice now. She just didn’t want him to be disappointed in her or feel like he had to do something she knew some guys considered weird and gross. Spike kissed her again and traced her mouth with his tongue, nibbling on the lower lip he loved so much before whispering her name reverently. He glided down her body and threw the sheet that was hiding her from his view to the foot of the bed.
He settled between her thighs and licked her slit through the lace, loving the surprised gasp she released. He could smell her and the little taste he sampled from just that one lick had the caveman side of him wanting to consume her and stake his claim. Spike tasted her one more time through the pink fabric and then finally lost all patience.
Buffy squealed when with a flick of his wrist the taunting undergarment was ripped in two. Spike brashly hauled her towards him and hooked her knees over his shoulders. A slight shake ran through him at the sexy little sound she emitted. He finally got a good look at her and his mouth watered; soft and moist, glistening in the moonlight. He gulped. “You’re perfect, love.”
Before she could say anything back he dove in and her eyes widened. He outlined the inside of her folds, the pointed tip of his tongue traced around her clit and she could feel the tiny nerve bundle throbbing. She was so close and he had JUST put his mouth on her. She’d never make it through the night without dying, she was sure of this.
Spike growled as his mouth watered, painfully. She was delightful and he needed more. The man pulled her impossibly closer so his nose was buried against her mound and she let out a small “eep!” at the move. His arms were around her legs, his elbows aligned with her hips, fingertips gripping her inner thighs. He didn’t move anything other than his tongue, mapping out the area around her opening. He finally and oh so treacherously slow, slithered his tongue inside of her, and all Spike could think was: Mine, mine, mine!
When she felt herself filling with the feel of his tongue and felt the sensation of his nose rubbing up and down on her clit as he hungrily drank from her, she was ready to explode. She just needed one more… thing…
Spike was getting drunk off her flavor. Her moans and whimpers were driving him barmy. He was this close to coming himself, and he had never had this much trouble holding back while tasting a girl. She was just so delicious, so sweet and musky, and the sounds she was making. Christ, what would happen when he was actually inside this delectable vixen? A small gush of fluid touched his lapping tongue and he growled again. Loudly.
That was all Buffy needed. She came and just before she could scream Spike quickly reached a hand up from her leg and covered her mouth, muffling her shout of pleasure. The Brit drank from her in a ravenousness fashion, feeling like a man who’d been without water for a month in the desert.
Buffy slowly floated back down from her high, loving the sweet licks Spike kept tentatively applying to her still buzzing clit. When she was calm he started teasing her opening again, then the area just around her wet button, and she couldn’t believe she was actually getting started up again. God, the man’s mouth should be illegal!
When she began whimpering and Spike was sure she was getting hot again, he quickly moved up her body, his cock was ramrod straight and hard as a rock.
Buffy got a slight glimpse of his manly bits when she lifted her head to protest his leaving the spot between her legs. She’d seen it before, she knew he was big, but now she felt a slight panic at the thought of that being IN her. She tried to squash the feeling, remembering the birthing video she once saw and reminding herself that fortunately, she wasn’t about to do THAT. When his mouth found its way back to hers though, she forgot about everything else.
Spike mentally prepared himself. He was finally going to have sex with this girl that he loved. He’d never taken a virgin before, but he knew that there was usually pain for girls. He HATED the thought of hurting Buffy, but knew it’d be over in a couple of seconds and then he would make her feel nothing but ecstasy. He aligned his hips with hers and quickly dipped his fingers to check and make sure she was still good and wet. He rubbed her clit a couple of times in slow circles and broke away from her lips. They were both breathing heavily, eyes locked and love bouncing back and forth between them like there was no tomorrow.
Spike swallowed and asked her in a quiet voice is she was ready. Buffy nodded without speaking. He responded to that, a slight frown marring his face. “You sure you want this, love?” He didn’t know WHAT the fuck he’d do if she said no right now.
Buffy smiled shakily and nodded. She’d gotten a sudden burst of fright but still knew she wanted this, she wanted HIM. The girl cupped his cheek in her hand. “Yes. Make me yours, Spike.”
He had to bite back the urge to attack her right then. She was definitely going to be his, completely his. “There’s a bit of pain the first time, pet. M’pretty sure. Do you want to do this fast or slow?”
Buffy whispered. “I know. And I think fast is better, I just want the bad gone and the good here.” She smiled and took a deep breath.
Spike nodded before murmuring to her to relax, telling her to let her body unwind and it shouldn’t be as painful. She listened, letting herself get lost in his kisses as he nipped and tongued her throat. Spike moved one hand to play with her breast and started repeatedly flicking his thumb over the nipple. His weight was placed on his left arm as he leaned over her now writhing body. The man held her ribcage and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Spike slipped the head in, he felt her go stiff as he continued placing hot kisses onto her sweet skin. When she relaxed under him again and let out a breathy “Spike”, he rammed into her, sheathing his whole length inside of her. He kissed her quickly, muffling the scream and praying for strength. She was tighter than any girl he’d ever had, he had to use all of his control not to lose it.
The pain that shot through her was hard and potent. Tears came to her tightly closed eyes and she could feel a cold drop glide down her cheek. It really hurt, but the pain was slowly dulling now.
Spike broke the kiss and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m sorry-” He felt wetness against his skin and looked to see tears on her beautiful face. “Oh don’ cry Buffy- Christ, I’m sorry- Never wanted to hurt you.”
She nodded as the drips began drying. The woman hated that look on his face, all she wanted to do was make it go away. “It’s okay, not so bad now. Just stay still a minute?”
He nodded immediately. It was difficult, he needed to start moving soon, but he would hold out for her.
Spike heaved a sigh and leaned in to lightly kiss her cheek; slowly maneuvering his lips back to hers and kissing her slowly, passionately. After a minute, Buffy started wiggling her hips, silently urging him to move.
He didn’t need to be told twice. The Brit started rolling his hips, loving the way she gasped. He pulled all the way out of her channel and then slowly slid back in, hissing at the tightness. Buffy could only feel a small ache where she’d first felt stabbing pain. As he pulled in and out again, she started to feel pleasure build. He was searching for that small spot inside her that would make her quiver. Spike was focusing completely on her. The girl’s heat and the exquisite feel of her made it almost impossible to resist just plowing into her, but she needed slow. She was new to this, she was his precious girl and he wanted to pleasure her, worship her. Spike found that sensitive spot inside and loved the way she moaned and threw her head back against the pillows. He brought his forehead to rest against her temple and his right hand found its way back to her areola. As he started moving faster she began to writhe and her hips started lifting to meet his. He wrapped his left arm all the way around her waist and hugged her to him, resting both of their bodies on his elbow beneath. “You like that, huh baby? Like my cock sliding in an out of you? You’re so hot so tight- perfect. Fucking-” Gasp. “-perfect.”
Buffy’s hands found their way to his ass, gripping it and pulling him into her with every thrust. “More.” Her strained voice begged. “More.” Spike complied. She loved this feeling, this blissful feeling of being so full and the sensations of amazing pleasure attacking her from all corners. She hoped she was doing good at this point, she wanted to give ecstasy to the man she loved just as he was giving it her. Buffy grinned a little when he swirled his hips into her, grinding against her clit and reminding her of something.
Spike let out a particularly loud moan when he felt Buffy’s walls clamp down on him, his eyes rolled up in his head and he started plowing even faster into her. “Where the-” Grunt. “HELL did you learn how to do that?” He asked, half shocked and half wishing she’d do it again.
She did, and he groaned loudly. Buffy met him thrust for thrust as the pleasure got even higher. “Cosmo.” She gasped the word.
The girl squeezed one more time. Spike growled and mauled her lips. When he pulled away his forehead found its place against hers. “You’re killin me.”
She smiled and then moaned when he rammed into her even harder. “God, yes! More- Uh! More, Spike.”
He moved rapidly, trying his best not to burst. She was incredible.
“Spike, yes- God, unh!” She squeaked when he bit her neck and pinched her nipple at the same time. “Spike!”
“Mmm, love that sound! Gonna ruin you for any other man, make sure you don’ moan anyone else’s name. No one’ll be able to make you feel this good when I’m through with you.” He hugged her tighter and helped her lift up into his drives as he gained speed. “No one but me is gonna touch this body!” He punctuated his statement with a brutal thrust.
Buffy loved his voice the way it was right now. Between the tightening she could feel in her belly, his possessive words, and the deathly serious growling he was speaking with, she was about to lose it.
“You’re mine now!”
She managed to gasp out an “Always was!” just before Spike slithered a hand between their bodies to stroke her clit and she went off like a cherry bomb.
All encompassing pleasure shot through her, and then it stayed. She felt him continuing to ram into her as she flew above the clouds, being aware of absolute bliss engulfing her entirely. She started to see stars and thought she might pass out. Spike pushed harder on her clit and she screamed. He quickly covered her lips just before she got too loud and he rammed into her a few more times, gasping and grunting, while his hand stilled over her mouth until he finally exploded inside of her.
Spike’s orgasm was long and hard, he’d never come so hard before in his life. And with a virgin! Christ almighty she was unbelievable, once he’d started losing his own control and she’d hit the ceiling, Buffy had attacked his back with her nails and every claw mark he was sure to have turned him on even more.
His girlfriend was just coming down from her high when Spike ceased his own movements; the couple breathed hard as they calmed. Spike fell on top of her softly, gasping with the side of his face lying against her breast.
The blondes smiled dreamily, both feeling completely content for the first time in either of their lives.
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The next chapter IS NOT written yet, unfortunately... but I'm gonna stay up late and start it because I can't keep holding these chapters up for you people! Anyways, here's 23! Hope you like!
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Review please? It helps me to write, I swear it!! *insert pouty lip here* BTW, how was the smut? My first actual sex scene ever so im a bit nervous! And also, how would you guys like to finally go to the circle?? ;)