A/N Thanks, as always, to Allison for her support on such a controversial topic and for her betaing as always. You have definitely kept me going on a number of stories that I wasn’t sure about. And a big thank you to everyone who has reviewed!
Chapter 9
Buffy looked out her window and saw that the black Desoto was gone. She
hung her head as she searched through her bureau and pulled out a simple
white nightgown. The satin fell just above her knees and felt cool against
her skin as she sat down at her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror.
She didn’t look any different. After the whirlwind that was the last couple
of weeks, she expected to see another person looking back at her…but she was the same. She might be a little more experienced, a little more picky when it came to her future boyfriends- since she doubted there were a lot of
other men out there who could bring her the same pleasure that Spike did, but overall she was the same.
Buffy picked up the brush and let it glide through her hair, watching as the
golden locks shimmered in the soft lamplight. She gasped when she heard a
tap on her window. Spinning around, she saw Spike on the other side. Rushing
across the room, she hurriedly threw open the window and gaped at him as he
entered her room.
“What are you doing?” she whispered frantically.
“What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re being an idiot,” Buffy hissed in reply.
Spike wrapped his arms around her waist, a move that Buffy found too
comforting to push him away. “I really am sorry,” he whispered, leaving
soft kisses from her forehead to her neck and back again. “I didn’t mean
any of it…and I set your mum straight that I have a girlfriend.”
Buffy’s eyes widened as he played with the thin straps of her nightgown.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said in a husky whisper, his eyes on her body. “Can we
make up now?” he asked with a smile.
Buffy felt wetness flood between her thighs, even as she glanced around,
nervously. “Spike, we can’t,” she whispered unconvincingly. “My mom…”
“We’ll lock the door,” he whispered, slipping a hand under the hem of her
nightgown and brushing her panties aside. “You know you want to,” he
continued, teasing her opening. “I can feel how much you want me.”
Buffy’s breathing became labored as her eyes closed. “So much,” she
whispered, moaning as he gently slipped a finger inside of her. Her voice
took on an urgent, pleading quality as all thoughts vanished from her head.
All but one…how much she needed this man. “Spike-“
“Shhh, kitten,” he whispered, moving them to the bed as he stripped off his
clothes. “You’re going to have to be quiet…can you do that for me?”
Buffy managed to nod as she moved to take off the nightgown.
“Don’t,” he murmured, trailing kisses along her neck and gently freeing her
breasts from the material. “I like seeing you like this,” he whispered, his
hands gently tracing over her body.
“Like what?” Buffy asked, barely able to articulate any words as she focused
on his hands and body.
“Innocent,” he replied, never stopping the soft kisses he was leaving on her
body. He could feel Buffy tense up slightly and pulled back to look at her.
Smiling softly, he gave her a gentle kiss. “What’s wrong, luv?”
“You think I’m…”
Buffy didn’t finish as she bit her lip. Spike realized what she was
thinking as he brought her hand up to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on it.
“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” he said softly. “I just like to
imagine it’s only me that you’ve been with.”
Buffy gave him a gentle smile, running her hand along his cheek. “You’re
the only one that mattered.”
Spike gave her a brilliant smile. “You too, luv,” he said before returning to his earlier
ministrations, licking a slow trail down her chest and circling a nipple.
Buffy moaned, arching against him as he latched on. Her fingers wound
through his hair, holding him to her as his hands massaged her body through
the satin.
Before Spike knew what was happening, Buffy pushed him inside of her. He
suppressed a groan, burying his face in her neck as he fully sheathed
himself in warmth. Buffy moaned when he stilled his movements as he waited
for her to get adjusted to him.
When the feeling became too much for both of them, he grasped her hips,
making eye contact with her as he began to move with slow, sure thrusts.
“Bloody hell,” he murmured in appreciation as Buffy began pushing against
him with more force.
“Oh God, Spike!” Buffy moaned, causing Spike’s hand to quickly cover her
mouth. His movements never stopped as their eyes made contact.
“You have to be quiet, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her
forehead.
He was beginning to lose control over his breathing as he pulled back and
began pumping into her with more force, careful not to let the bed squeak or
the headboard bang against the wall.
Buffy felt as if her body shattered, her scream muffled by his hand as Spike
pulled completely out of her only to plunge back in.
“Buffy?”
Buffy’s eyes widened as Spike took his hand away from her mouth, his
movements never stopping as he nodded.
“Yeah, Mom?” she called, her voice more breathy than it had ever been as
her eyelashes fluttered with repressed desires.
Spike nodded his encouragement, pounding into her as her hips lifted to meet
his, knowing that there was no way he’d be able to stop.
“Are you going to bed, sweetie?”
It took Buffy a moment to process her mother’s question as she felt another
orgasm overtake her.
“Yes!”
Spike smiled, knowing her shout was more for him than an answer to the
question.
“Goodnight.”
“’Night,” Buffy said almost imperceptibly.
Spike squeezed his eyes shut as he gave one more powerful thrust, emptying
himself within her welcoming body as Buffy came down from her second climax.
The seriousness of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks as his head
dropped onto the pillow, next to hers.
He could feel her heartbeat surrounding him. Pressed against her chest, the
thudding reverberated to him. Still imbedded inside of her, he could feel
the pulsing of her muscles, in time with the beat. It threatened to lull
him into a false sense of security, but the risk was too great. He’d almost
blown it.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“What?” Buffy asked nervously.
“That was close.”
Buffy ran a hand over his quivering muscles, trying to get him to relax.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, confused at the role reversal. ‘Wasn’t he the
one who didn’t worry about getting caught?’
“We forgot to lock the door,” he said, climbing out of the bed and gathering
his clothes before pulling on his pants.
Buffy looked at him with hurt in her eyes as she modestly pulled the sheet
over her chest. Spike noticed the change in her attitude and instantly felt
like an ass. With a sigh, he walked over to the door, locking it before
returning to the bed.
“I’m sorry…again,” he whispered, sliding in next to her and pulling her into
his arms. Giving her a gentle kiss, his hold on her tightened as he let his
chin rest on top of her head. “Can’t seem to do anything right, can I, luv?”
Both stayed quiet for a long moment, before Buffy’s curiosity got the best of her.
“What is this to you?” she asked softly, not sure if she wanted to know the
answer. After all, she was lying in bed, in her mother’s house, in the arms
of her history teacher that she had only known a few short weeks. She
didn’t even want to stop and analyze all of the possible wrongs about this
scenario.
Spike contemplated her question, before pulling back to look in her eyes.
“Something special,” he whispered, hoping that would be enough of an answer
for her.
Buffy snuggled into his chest, treasuring the few precious minutes of
privacy and intimacy that she had with him. This was enough…for now, this
was all she needed.
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