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Chapter 19 – Boiling Point


Buffy walked into Spike’s bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Spike
looked up in surprise, standing when he saw her walk in.

“You got suspended!” she yelled. “What the hell were you trying to prove?”

Spike raised an eyebrow at Buffy’s outburst. “You know,” he replied. “I
thought you’d be the last one in line. What happened? Did Mum and Dad not
want to yell at me right now?”

“They saw how mad I was and decided to leave for a while,” Buffy replied,
crossing her arms across her chest and raising her own eyebrow, almost in a
challenge. “They were hoping I might be able to talk some sense into you.
What the hell were you thinking, Spike?”

“I was thinking that Parker Abrams was still spreading lies about you, and I
set him straight,” he replied, walking toward her as she backed into the
door.

“It wasn’t worth getting suspended, Spike,” Buffy replied, almost
breathlessly as Spike got closer to her.

“It’s only a few days, luv. I’ll be back at school before you know it. I
wasn’t willing to risk your reputation.”

“Have you listened to the gossip going through that school, Spike!” Buffy
cried. “You said it yourself, my reputation was established before I even
moved into this town! What are you going to do? Beat up everyone who’s
talked about me? You would be first on that list.”

Buffy’s jaw clenched as Spike pinned her to the door, pressing his body
against hers until she couldn’t move.

“You’re right,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

Buffy’s breath hitched as her eyes fluttered shut. She tried to resist the
urge to bring her mouth to his.

“What’s the matter, luv?” Spike asked softly, a smirk playing on his lips as
his hands left the door to settle on her waist. “You seem a little short of
breath.”

“We can’t do this, Spike,” Buffy whispered. The words had sounded much more
convincing in her head, but when she actually said them out loud, they
seemed hollow and lacked the conviction she wished for.

“I think we already are,” Spike said, his hands playing with the hem of her
skirt as she gave him a gentle push, not trusting her reaction when he was
so close to her, clouding her judgment.

Spike acted so quickly, Buffy’s eyes widened as she found herself lifted
into his arms, the sound of a zipper filling the quiet room. The noise
seemed to reverberate through the open space, sounding like the loudest thing
she had ever heard, as she was pressed against the door.

Buffy’s eyes closed as her head rolled back against the door. His fingers
brushed her thong aside, but she was surprised when she felt him teasing her
entrance instead of pushing into her. Her thigh muscles were clenching in
anticipation as she gasped for breath.

“I’ll stop if you want me to, Buffy,” Spike said in a low voice. “Just say
the word.”

Buffy opened her eyes, getting lost in his as she tightened her lips. Spike
began breathing heavily at the simple gesture. With aching slowness, he
began to fill her, inch by agonizing inch.

Spike held onto her hips as she tried to arch against him, craving more
friction as he fully sheathed himself inside of her. He buried his head
against her neck before he began thrusting in and out of her tight passage.

Buffy moaned in pleasure as they moved together, fitting each other
perfectly. The euphoric sensations that seemed to be rushing through both
of them was almost too much. Spike wasn’t aware that anything else
existed except for Buffy’s body moving with his.

Spike pressed his forehead to hers as their eyes met, each conveying the
vast emotions and feelings that the other was going through. He plunged
in and out of her at a more rapid pace as her muscles began to tremble
around him.

Spike knew she was close, and Buffy felt his hand dip in between their
bodies, lightly teasing her clit as he helped her to climax.

Buffy clutched at Spike’s body as he sent her over the edge with a scream of
satisfaction.

Spike continued moving against her, feeling his own orgasm approaching as
he, once again, buried his face in her neck. He sped up his thrusts before
spilling himself deep inside of her.

“I love you,” he whispered, their bodies melting together. “I love you, I
love you.”

Buffy pressed her head against his shirt, letting her tears fall as he
whispered to her, wishing for so many things.

“Spike,” she whispered, trying to disentangle herself from his strong grasp.
“Don’t.”

Spike pulled back to look into her eyes, his own filling with anger as he
stared at her. “You love me, I know you do. You’re not going to do this,
Buffy.”

“Spike, let me go,” she said softly, wriggling in his grasp, only to be
pressed more firmly against the door.

“No,” he replied, clenching his teeth.

“Spike, please,” she begged softly, not trusting herself to keep her
resolve, especially since he was still firmly joined with her.

“Tell me,” Spike said, practically yelling at her, the desperation obvious
in his panicked voice.

Buffy managed to push herself away, separating them. Spike took a step
back as they straightened their clothes. She gave Spike a tender,
remorseful look before turning for the door. Spike felt fear grip his
heart before he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Please, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling her hair before planting gentle
kisses along her neck. “I love you.”

Buffy sniffled, trying to hold back her tears. “I love you, too.”

Spike watched, feeling his heart break as she pulled away from him, walking
out of his room and leaving him alone.





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