Minutes passed with Spike and Buffy trying to slow their heart rates and catch their breaths. Doubt was also creeping in, making each wonder if the other was regretting this turn in their relationship. The doubt was soon forgotten as each sighed and turned to face the other. Once their eyes met, both felt relieved to see only tenderness reflected in the other’s. Spike shifted Buffy a little higher on his chest so that he could place a soft kiss to her lips. He was about to deepen it when she broke away, “Are you still hungry?”
“No,” he replied as he started to roll her back under him.
As he dipped his lips to hers, she interrupted once more, “Thirsty?”
He chuckled, “No pet, not thirsty either. Are you hungry or thirsty?”
Buffy pouted her lip out at him, “I want some ice cream.”
‘She is just too damn cute for words,’ he thought. “Baby, I don’t have any ice cream,” then at her small grin, “Let me guess; you had some in one of those grocery bags you brought over.”
“Yep,” she looked quite pleased with herself. “I’m gonna freshen up in the bathroom if you could go take it out of the freezer so it can get melty,” she gave him the puppy eyes and he knew that those eyes would be a problem one day.
Spike gave her one last peck on the lips and then rolled away from her and off the bed. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and made his way to the kitchen to do her bidding with a small smile forming on his lips.
After he had pulled the ice cream from the freezer and gathered two spoons, he made his way to the living room and deciding that there was a slight chill, turned the gas logs of the fireplace on. It would not provide quite the atmosphere or warmth of a real fire, but in a city apartment, it was nice. He had just finished getting the logs going and opened the lid on the ice cream when he heard his bedroom door open. He looked up and gasped. Buffy was standing before him wearing the button down shirt he had worn today. She had rolled up the sleeves so that they did not drape over her hands and the shirttail fell to mid thigh. Her hair was tousled about her shoulders and her cheeks looked a bit flushed. In other words, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
As Buffy entered the room, she heard his gasp, causing her to look straight at him, “Is this ok?” she questioned. “I can put my jeans and shirt back on if not.”
Spike noted that her voice sounded quite young and insecure. “No Buffy, don’t change. I was just sitting here thinking how gorgeous you looked fresh from my bed in my shirt and how much I want to get you back in my bed out of my shirt,” he curled his tongue behind his teeth at the end and gave her the head tilt that turned her legs to jelly.
At his comment she blushed then got a feline smile on her face as she stalked towards him. Once she reached him, Buffy leaned forward to meet his lips but at the last moment snatched the ice cream from his hands and moved away. Fortunately, she was not quick enough to escape his hand on her wrist and Spike pulled her down so that she was straddling his lap. He grabbed one of the spoons and proceeded to feed her the gooey confection.
“You still need to tell me the secret of how you stay so thin, eating the way you do,” he said admiringly.
She took the spoon from him to return the favor of feeding and explained, “I guess it’s mostly genetics. Both my parents were thin and could eat what they wanted, plus I work pretty hard on stage and when I’m in the gym. I don’t see the point in doing things halfway. You either give no energy or all of your energy. There is no middle ground.”
He once again took the spoon and smirked, “What other activities do you think would help you burn off these calories?” He scooped up the last bite of ice cream and sat the container aside. He moved the spoon toward her waiting mouth, but at the last minute moved it to his own. As he took in the rapidly melting scoop, Buffy smiled ferally and said, “Let’s share,” as she crashed her lips onto his mouth, her tongue delving inside to partake of the last of the cream.
Spike was surprised by her aggressiveness, but terribly pleased. As Buffy continued to kiss the life out of him, Spike’s hands moved to the collar of her (his) shirt quickly trying to get the buttons undone to reach her warm skin. The need to breathe became too much for Buffy and she broke away from his lips pulling in as much oxygen as possible.
In his haste to bare all of Buffy to him, Spike ripped the last two buttons and they went flying to either side of the room. Once she was exposed to his electric gaze, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her to press against his naked chest, flesh to flesh as their lips once again melded into a furious kiss.
As they continued to kiss, Buffy could feel Spike’s renewed erection pressing into her inner thigh. It had been less than an hour since they had made love, but it felt like forever. She was desperate to feel him inside her again, desperate to make him writhe beneath her. No man had ever effected her like this, never made her feel so wanton and in need of their touch. Buffy broke the kiss and rose up on her knees to remove her (his) shirt from her shoulders.
Spike couldn’t help but think what a goddess she was. She effortlessly made him lose his breath; just with a gesture he was lost. She had no idea how beautiful and desirable she was and he wanted to spend a long, long time worshipping her.
While Spike was distracted by her nudity, Buffy scooted herself back so that she could remove his pants and get a good look at the beautiful body laid out in front of her. Starting at his feet, she ran her hands up his legs, over his hips, up his incredibly muscled abs to his chest.
At the feel of her hot caress, Spike through his head back and moaned. His head quickly snapped back up as he felt her hands trailing back down. He met her passion-glazed eyes with his own and tried to pull her in for another kiss.
Buffy resisted, bracing one hand on his shoulder, she trailed the other towards his hard cock. With a smirk to rival any he had ever seen before she said, “Faith gave me some advice once. Want to know what it was?” Spike could only nod. “Want,” she grabbed his cock, “take,” she centered her dripping slit over it, “have,” she dropped down taking him to the root. They both gasped at the feel of him so deep. Buffy immediately started riding him at a fast and furious pace, striving to bring them both the release they so desperately sought.
Spike was mesmerized by the sight of Buffy bouncing on his cock, but decided that this was definitely a participation sport. He took hold of her hips and as she came down he pushed up to meet her, “That’s it luv, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
Buffy knew she was close, but wanted him with her, so she started working her internal muscles as she rode him, “Cum with me Spike, need to feel it.” All of a sudden her pussy locked down on him and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
That was all it took and Spike was roaring her name. They collapsed against each other, slowly drifting back down to earth, as they placed delicate kisses against each other’s faces and necks.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Sorry it has been so long for an update. Real life has been a bit busy. The next few chapters will be pretty smut filled, before we return to major plot. I hope that is not too distressing ;-)