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Never Alone by Lilachigh


Chapter 16 Just a Stranger


Buffy heard his footsteps behind her as she came to a fork in the tunnel and hesitated. Both ways looked dark and dangerous. The torch was getting dimmer now and she knew she would have to head for the surface soon. It would be pointless being down here without any light.

‘Right hand one, luv,’ Spike said in her ear and she jumped, annoyed with herself that she hadn’t heard him approaching.

‘How do you know?’

‘Left heads back to the mall, where we came from. Clem will be searching by now from that direction. We need to head out further.’

Buffy sighed. ‘I thought all these tunnels had been destroyed when the Hellmouth was closed.’

Spike shrugged and rubbed at the new scar on his forehead. It was stinging like blazes. She talked about closing the Hellmouth as if it was something he knew about. Which was a load of bollocks. Even if you’d lost your memory of somethings in your unlife, you weren’t going to forget something as massive as a Hellmouth.

They walked in silence for a while, then, ‘Spike, the torch is fading. Can you see where we’re going?’

‘Sure. Follow me.’

He went to push past her, to take the lead just as the tunnel narrowed dramatically. Suddenly they were squashed close together, held almost motionless by the rock walls on either side. And at that very second, the torch gave a final flicker and complete darkness descended.

Buffy could feel him there, pressing against her, the man she loved. She knew she ought to move, to make some bright witty comment and ease away, but the length of his body was against hers, one of his legs had somehow pushed between hers and she knew that his mouth was only inches away from hers.

All it would take was for her to raise herself just fractionally on tiptoe and - this time the kiss was all about her. She held his face between her hands and let her fingers trace it’s shape over and over again as her tongue raced across his lips and battled with his.

She could hear a vague moaning and realised the sound was coming from deep inside her throat. She knew she should stop; this was madness. He didn’t know her. God what would he think she was, but his T shirt had risen up and somehow she was naked to the waist and she could at last press her burning breasts against the chill smooth chest she’d hankered for all these long months.

They didn’t speak; she could hear her breath coming in great gasps as he bent his head and his clever tongue found one of her nipples. And at that moment she was lost. She no longer cared what or who they both were. Even thoughts of Tosh and Clem faded into nothing. She was a female who needed her mate, needed him now. And the temptation was too great to resist.

She felt him tear her jeans down her legs and kicked them away into the dark. Her hands hunted for his zip and she had a flash back to another night, a deserted house and the very first time they’d made love.

Then that memory was swept away as he picked her up under each thigh, held her against the wall as she wrapped her legs round his waist and screamed as without any preamble he pushed the whole steel length of him inside her.

For a long time they didn’t, couldn’t move. Then he began to pound, slowly at first, then faster and faster, grunting with the effort, groaning with the delight.

She clenched her inner muscles tightly around his cock and angled herself slightly so every thrust hit her clit. Months and months of grief and desire were beginning to mix and melt inside her. All she wanted was relief from everything, she needed him to make her come, to make her feel he was hers, alive once more.

She began to squirm, to shake and knew that this was going to be fast and furious and oh so good, little waves began to flash through her, then bigger and bigger and she was screaming his name soundlessly as she felt his cock grow and grow larger and larger inside her and oh god he was coming and she was nearly there, nearly and oh god, oh yes, here it came, coooommming now!

The tremors seemed as if they would never cease. Her legs slipped down from around his waist, but he held her tightly, his cum wet on her thighs. She buried her face in his neck, unable to speak or think.

What had she done? This was bad, truly bad. He’d think she was some big old ho, just out for what she could take. But oh god that had been so good. And if she was honest, all she wanted was for him to do it again.

Spike held the Slayer in his arms in the dark and felt her trembling with desire. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. She was so hot, so tight and somehow he’d known exactly how to please her.

And even now - he ran a hand down her naked back and felt the cheeks of her pretty little bum contract. Oh, yes, she thought she was finished, but she wasn’t, not quite yet. Some of the tension had gone, but there was still a knot there, deep inside her that he had to untie.

He slid one finger down through the soaking wet curls of her quim and heard the guttural gasp as he tapped her clit. Oh yes, madam, this is what you need, isn’t it, he thought with a grin and circled it again and again, one finger, two, feeling the pressure build under his fingertips, felt her stiffen like a board, felt her nails raking grooves into his naked back and finally she came again in great shaking waves, over and over, sobbing her release as that deep knot was finally broken.

Buffy got dressed in silence, feeling in the dark for her clothes, pulling them on as fast as she could. She was cold now, all the heat gone and reality freezing her very being.

‘Slayer - ’

‘Don’t let’s speak,’ she said sharply. ‘There’s nothing to say.‘ She thought if he laughed at her, she would kill him.

‘Well, it’s not every day a Slayer throws herself at me,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Just wanted to make sure you enjoyed it. I mean, was it good for you, sweetheart?’

Buffy stumbled away down the passage. She could hear the laughter in his tone. Oh god, this was so dreadful, she couldn’t even think how bad it was. She’d just had mad passionate sex with a man who - as far as he was concerned - was a complete stranger. What did that make her?

She felt dirty and deeply unhappy. It didn’t matter that he was the man she loved, the man she’d thought was dead who had miraculously been restored to her. He didn’t love her. He didn’t even know her! What on earth would her mother have thought of that?

A hand touched her shoulder and she flinched and banged into the rock wall.

‘Hey steady on, luv. There’s no need to go off like this. We’ve still got to find that kid and it won’t help if you knock yourself out. I don’t understand why you’re all in a twist, anyway. Whatever it was you needed, I obviously was the guy to give it to you. You won’t hear me complaining!’

Buffy lurched away from him. She was disgusted with herself. She wanted to be sick, could feel the vomit in the back of her throat. But there wasn’t time for that. She’d wasted enough minutes having her own itches scratched. But no more.

The hand caught her arm once more and she tried to pull away.

“No, stop a second, Slayer. Listen?’ His voice was suddenly serious.

She slammed her thoughts away in a part of her brain she hoped she’d never visit again and forced herself to listen.

From somewhere nearby there was the sound of whimpering, the cries of a small child who was lost and lonely.

Twenty yards further on, the passageway turned sharply to the right and Buffy gasped. She knew where they were. They were standing on the edge of a vast precipice. A great cliff face of rubble fell away from the end of the passage, down into infinity. Down into what had once been the Hellmouth

And from somewhere down there came the whimpering cries again. They’d found Tosh.


to be continued


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