Chapter 11


Spike and Buffy were a contented heated tangle of limbs on the couch when her phone started ringing. It rang several times before finally cutting through their haze.


Breaking the kiss, Spike sighed in annoyance. 'Sodding people, always mucking it up when the things get hot between me and the Slayer.' His unlife was not fair.


“You gonna take it?” he asked and let out a groan as she climbed off his lap.


“This better be good,” Buffy muttered and half crawled underneath the coffee table to reach her ringing cell phone. Spike tilted his head and smirked at the wonderful sight of her arse sticking out as she hit the button to answer the call. Before Buffy could back pedal from beneath the table, he rose on his knees and snuck up behind her. It certainly wouldn’t do to pass up such opportunity, would it?


His hands caressed her butt then pinched her and Spike flinched guiltily as she dropped the phone and smacked her head as she instinctively tried to rise. Buffy glared at him over her shoulder and reclaimed her phone as she crawled out, hurriedly speaking into it.


“Ah, sorry. I’m here. I just dropped the phone,” she told into the receiver and smacked Spike on the shoulder. “Yeah. Really? That’s… thank you. Uh huh. We’ll talk later. Bye.”


Trying to look inconspicuous and escape the Slayer’s wrath, Spike blinked innocently at her through his eyelashes and asked, “Got any news?”


Buffy rolled her eyes, and said, “It was Willow. Said we were unstuck… probably.”


“Oh. Right then. So… we better try it out, eh?”


“Guess so.” Buffy rose and scowled at him as she patted her head for nonexistent damage. “I’m so getting you for that later, Mister.”


“I deserve to be spanked,” Spike said seriously and rose. He closed the distance between them and ran his hand gently through her hair as he kissed her on the forehead. “Sorry, luv.”


Buffy sighed and leaned into his hand. “You’d probably enjoy being spanked anyway.”


“Mmm… I would.” He bit his lip and brought her in for a kiss. Buffy clutched at his hips and relaxed into his arms.


“We should probably… try it out… now,” she murmured into his lips between kisses.


“The spanking?”


“Spike!” She really did try to sound scolding, but it came out a lot more breathy that she anticipated.


He chuckled. “I know… we should.” He nibbled his way down her jaw and neck where he stopped to drop a couple of soft kisses. “Do we have to?”


“Umm… huh?” Buffy shook her head and tried to focus. Her knees almost buckled as Spike gazed at her with that sultry look, mischief and lust written all over his face as he softly scratched her back. How did he know she loved having her back scratched? Knowing your enemy and all that, probably. Drive the Slayer insane with his skillful hands. That must be Spike’s nefarious plan.


She was strangely okay with that.


“We could just… you know, step away from each other and then…” Buffy blushed as she said it.


“Then what?” he rasped into her ear as his fingers started to play with the strings of the top tied at her neck. “You gonna… offer to play Scrabble? Do the laundry?”


He could as well have been saying the dirtiest words for the effect it had on her. Buffy wriggled in his arms, trying to get impossibly closer.


“It does sound… interesting,” she said and had no idea what they were in fact discussing anymore. Her hands found their way to squeeze his taut butt on their own volition. Buffy had nothing to do with her hands at all at the moment. Nope.


The gasp through his parted lips made Buffy shiver. She never knew how it could make her feel to have such a powerful effect on a man with a single touch. On Spike.


“Uhh… the spell,” Spike said with some difficulty and slipped reluctantly out of her arms.


She let out a heavy sigh. “Yup. Better try it out.”


They stepped away from each other and hesitated before reaching the six feet distance. Then at the same time, they took another step. No barrier. It seemed like Willow had finally fixed her mess after all. Buffy should probably be complaining about the delay with the whole helping thing though. Probably.


“So…” Spike gazed at her tentatively and stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans before lowering his head.


“Yeah… ummm… it worked.” Buffy plastered too wide a smile on her face, not knowing what to say. Why it was so hard to just take what she wanted now that the spell was gone? To cross the distance and kiss him until she was breathless, to erase the doubts written in his eyes? Why couldn’t she say she wanted him to stay? Why everything suddenly felt so frighteningly real?


“So I should probably scamper off.” The unvoiced question hovered in the air between them, but she didn’t notice. The only thing running through her mind was the possibility of Spike wanting to go away. Why else would he say that? Didn’t he want to stay? Buffy tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and fidgeted with the hem of her top.


“I guess,” she murmured.


He nodded. “I’ll get out of your hair then.” His voice was tight with emotion Buffy couldn’t place. Was it… hurt? Why would he…?


Spike was just swinging the door open, cursing himself for being all sorts of naïve idiot for believing things were different now when the Slayer’s hand wrapped around his wrist.


“Stay,” she said and he froze.


Closing the door, he turned around and stared at the gentle grip of her hand.


“Do you want me to?”


She probably didn’t realize her thumb was stroking his inner wrist, making him shiver against his will. Buffy’s hands were so gentle. So different from when she used to slap him around. And her eyes were so deep, revealing what no words ever could. She really did want him to stay.


“I do,” she said and Spike was helpless to do anything but cover her lips with his. He could never get enough of the taste of her. He loved how her lips turned pliant and soft under his, the feel of her skin as his fingertips caressed her back, the sounds she made at the back of her throat as his tongue twined with hers. The way she made him feel as her hands claimed their favourite place at the nape of his neck drove him wild. The length of her body pressed intimately against his and he just wanted to crash to his knees and worship her.


Now Buffy was tugging him somewhere, her lips never leaving his and he followed her blindly. He’d follow her to the pits of Hell if she asked it of him. His eyes blinked open when she stopped kissing him and he realized they were standing at the top of stairs. Buffy looked nervous as she gazed at him with a question in her eyes. As if she didn’t know she already owned him. And if she did, would she be careful enough not to break him?


“I… umm… I thought maybe we could… go upstairs?” she asked, unsure.


He smiled lazily and kissed her temple. This felt right. Real. Unobstructed by the haze of forced proximity. This was them and the decision was theirs to make. “Did you now? Are you planning on seducing me, Summers?”


She giggled slightly and hid her face against his neck. “How am I doing so far?”


“Can’t you tell?” He pressed her even closer to him, letting her feel what she did to him and was filled with manly pride as she blushed. It was so hard to remember she was still just a girl when she always gave as good as she got when they fought. But he knew, could practically taste how deep the passion was rooted within her, waiting for the right person to make her feel it all.


“Lead the way,” he whispered and Buffy took his hand. Their palms slid together intimately, as he followed her up the stairs, making him feel a fierce closeness and tenderness for her.


They entered her room, filled with weapons and stuffed animals. His slayer was such a walking contradiction. Just like him, in a way. They walked to the bed and Spike dropped a kiss to her shoulder, his hands running across her back. Her eyes never left his face as she caressed it with her fingertips, watching his eyelids flutter shut for a moment.


Spike took her hands and gently prompted her to run them down his chest. To touch him. She stopped at the waistband of his jeans, pausing before tugging the t-shirt upward and over his head. The article dropped to the floor at their feet and Spike’s breath caught in his throat as she almost reverently caressed his chest and stomach.


Suddenly remembering his hands, Spike grabbed her hips and turned her around. Pressing against Buffy’s backside, he reveled in her quick breaths as he swept her hair to the side and slowly untied her top as he pressed a kiss behind her ear. Buffy shivered as the silk glided down her sensitized breasts to bunch around her waist. Spike took it off and it joined his t-shirt on the floor.


“Lie down,” he said, his voice deep and sensual. Buffy sat down and scooted backwards, stretching herself on the bed, fighting off the sudden need to cover herself, trying to overcome the burst of vulnerability. He must have seen it too. “You’re so bloody beautiful. Let me see you.” His eyes devoured her every inch.


Spike kicked off his boots and dropped to his knees. After untying the laces on Buffy’s sneakers, he took them off and peeled off her socks. He took her feet in his hand and proceeded to kiss her ankle, every thump of her heart resounding deep within his ears. Spike kissed his way up her legs, treating the sensitive skin of her inner thighs to his attentive lips and tongue. By the time he undid the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper, she was panting and clutching at the bedspread. The shorts were off and Spike fixed his gaze at the lacy slightly see-through knickers she had on.


“So you’ve got that Brazilian wax thingy after all,” he muttered, but she was far too gone to respond as he kissed her through the thin material.


“Oh, God… what are you…”


“Proving you wrong, luv. Gonna show you how much you like a man going down on you.”


“You don’t… have to.”


“I want to,” he answered and slid the scrap of material down her legs, slipping it into the pocket of his jeans.


Being a vampire, everything felt different. More intense. Overwhelming. Spike inhaled and salivated at the scent. His hands grasped her hips and tugged her to the edge of the bed, putting her legs over his shoulders then leaned down to rain down soft kisses on the smooth skin. Her back arched off the bed as he parted her flesh with his tongue.


The way Buffy tasted had him closing his eyes for a second to savour it fully. So hot. So sweet it made his mouth water for more. The way she looked as he traced her nether lips with his lips, tongue darting out to taste her essence, to tease her sensitive spot was a sight Spike would never forget. Such wild abandon in her glazed over eyes. So his.


He’d always been orally fixated. Always talking, biting his lips or needing to suck on a cigarette to keep himself busy. As Spike used his tongue to dip inside her, he found himself a new favourite way to entertain his mouth.


Her thighs trembled against his cheeks as he squeezed them with his hands, her shaky breaths whispering past her lips more quickly. Spike could spend the whole day pleasuring her, drinking her in with his every sense, letting the taste of her wash over his tongue right from the source. Soaking in the heady taste, getting lost in her, bared to his eager gaze, without any barriers his Buffy loved so much to crouch behind. Spike loved how her warmth seeped into his skin, making him burn so deliciously with something he never wanted to exist without ever again.


Buffy’s abdomen quivered under the hand he’d shifted from her thigh. His other sneaking between them, two fingers finding their way within her and confidently massaging that one spot that made her jerk in his grasp while his tongue teased her clit. Spike found himself smirking in satisfaction as Buffy struggled to breathe, her eyes hazy as she gazed at him in awe. He didn’t want anything more than to climb on top of her and take her. Hard, slow, gentle, intense, he wanted to have her in all ways possible for the rest of their lives.


She moaned and gasped as he sucked her clit between his lips, tongue flickering, fingers inside her stroking faster until her muscles tensed and released in wild spasms. She went limp around him and Spike couldn’t resist licking all she had to give until she went completely boneless.


“That was…”


“Liked it then?” he asked and rose, crawling enticingly on the bed to lie next to her.


“I loved it. It was…wow. The thing you did with your tongue and fingers…” She blushed and rolled over to snuggle to his side, scratching his chest lightly.


“Knew I could show you the error of your ways,” he said smugly then hissed as her hand slid down to stroke him through the jeans. His hips rose to press harder against Buffy’s warm palm.


“Can I?” she asked, doing a very good impersonation of his smirk.


“What?” He closed his eyes as she leaned in to kiss him.


“Make you feel as good as you made me feel?”


He groaned and nodded.


TBC


Author's note: *bites nails* Sexy stuff makes me nervous.