Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

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A/N: Here is what everyone is waiting for ... the reason why this fic is NC-17. Sorry if this isn't that good.

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Chapter 9 - A Taste

Spike felt Buffy responding to his touch and he pushed her against the wall, pinning her body with his own. His let his right hand slither down her side and rest gently on her behind before flexing his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. He waited for her reaction, as if waiting for permission to continue. His demon was pushing him forward, somewhat annoyed that he was intending to be gentle. With a huge amount of restraint, he pushed the demon down, retracting his fangs but keeping his lips on his bite. He let his tongue dance over the wound, slowly savoring her blood.

Buffy felt a shiver run through her as his touch sent her skin on fire. She let her hands move to his chest, caressing his muscles with need. She tilted her head a little more to the left, enjoying the feel of his lips and tongue on her skin as he slowly licked the wounds closed. He moved his lips to a different spot on her neck, mimicking his previous actions, enjoying the subtle changes in her breathing as he licked and sucked on her tender flesh.

She was biting her lower lip and her breathing was starting to get erratic. She pulled away from him wanting to see his face. She looked at him with lust in her eyes and with a devilish smile, Spike licked his lips then captured her mouth with his own. The kiss was tentative at first as they first tasted each other. Spike let his tongue run lightly against her lower lip. The kiss grew more passionate as he slipped a hand underneath her top and let his fingers dance to the swell of her breasts. He cupped one breast, kneading it gently as he continued to assault her mouth with his own. He slipped his right hand down into her pants, letting his fingers play with her panties before moving lower to caress her need, smiling briefly when he could feel her arousal. He rubbed her clit slowly, enjoying the moans that rumbled in her throat. Slowly, reluctantly, he broke the kiss, wanting to see the pleasure that was washing over her.

Buffy whimpered when he took his hand away as he quickly took her in his arms and deposited her on the bed. Before she could even react, she found that he was divesting her of her clothing … first her pants, then her top. He took in her beauty and her scent, her arousal calling to him just as strongly as her blood called to him earlier. He pushed her bra down to expose one breast, his mouth clamping on, giving it as much attention as he had her neck earlier. Spike could hear her heart beat faster and he wondered how much faster he could make it run. He let his hand wander back down, slipping a finger into her warmth. He heard her gasp as he invaded her, promising pleasure and release as his own arousal answered her mews. Wanting to hear more, he let his finger slip in and out of her, giving her a preview of what was to come.

She could feel the warmth and need building inside her, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. “Please …”

“Tell me what you want, pet.”

Buffy was lost in the pleasure he was giving her, her hips buckling wanting his finger to go deeper. “ Need you … want you”, she was able to muster out between moans. Spike pressed his thumb on her clit, rubbing it as he slipped another finger into her aching warmth. Buffy arched her back as she felt herself lose control as her orgasm hit.

Spike waited for her to come back down from ecstasy, before standing up and divesting himself of any remaining clothing. Still standing, he pulled Buffy towards him, removing her panties to expose his prize. He let the scent of her arousal wash over him as he gave her a hungry smile.

She lazily looked at him, satisfaction on her face which Spike knew was going to change soon. He bent down to brush his lips against hers before angling his body and sliding inside her. The demon inside him rejoiced as he melded with her over and over again, his thrusts growing deeper. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, taking all of him in. Her breath grew ragged as each thrust sent her closer and closer to the edge. Buffy answered his hips with her own as she lost herself, her muscles clamping down on his length as she came. Spike threw his head back as she felt him squeezing him, sending him over the edge. Satiated the two reluctantly disengaged from each other, Spike climbing onto the bed. Buffy curled against him, resting her head on his chest.

“We’ve just started love. I told you once I wanted to hear you scream …” With that, Spike turned Buffy on her back, planting soft kisses down her throat, wanting so much to hear her moan once more.


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Spike woke to the sound of a steady heartbeat and a warm arm casually sprawled across his chest. He smiled remembering what happened last night as he turned to look at Buffy’s sleeping form. He replayed brief moments inside his head, seeing her thighs quiver over and over again … her hands curling into fists and her voice screaming his name between mountains of gasps and ohs.

He couldn’t resist planting a gentle kiss on her forehead as she slept. She looked so peaceful … so calm … and he wished he could keep her that way. Why? Last night was just that right? Last night… a little release from all the tension they were both feeling. It’s done now. No more wondering about how she would feel -- because he’d felt it. He took her whole body not just her blood. But he wanted more ... more nights like that. Just lust, right.. just memories in my head of what Dru made me feel." he thought. But sad thing is, Dru never made him feel that way. It was different. There was no violence attached to it, no need for destruction to fuel the demon. But there was still need and desire and passion and … Spike growled softly as poems half written, almost forgotten came to mind.

Buffy stirred, her face contorting in pain. Spike could hear her labored breath and he reached out a hand to a bare shoulder to shake her from her dreams. She woke up disoriented, her eyes trying their best to focus. She registered his cold hand on her shoulder and she shrieked away, clutching the covers as if to hide herself.

“It’s alright love. It’s just me.” he said reaching out his hand. Why did he do that? Why did he care?

Buffy stared at him, letting his face register inside her as she shrug the last remnants of her dream. She finally saw soft blue eyes looking at her and she smiled knowing it was Spike, knowing she was safe.