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*squishy hugs* to Sue for the beta job!

A/N: Wow, bet you guys didn’t expect to see an update of this, huh? I put off writing this chapter for a long time because smut (yes, I said smut!) is not something I have a whole lot of experience with. So your feedback would be greatly appreciated.

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Chapter 12: Blissful Salvation.


If Spike’s lips weren’t already busily devouring her breath, the contact of hard stone against her back when her over-zealous vampire boyfriend drove her against the outer wall of his crypt most certainly would have stolen it. As it was she hardly felt the impact. All that mattered was that Spike’s lips remained on hers, his hands on her body. Buffy’s need was desperate; she couldn’t get enough of him.

Spike’s craving for Buffy was just as frantic. Even as she ground herself against him, it wasn’t enough. He needed, wanted more.

As if reading his mind, Buffy’s hand slid down between their bodies, first popping the button and then lowered the zipper of black jeans. They fell slightly from his hips, giving her just enough freedom to grasp hold of his erection. One after the other her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Spike’s response was immediate as he tore his lips from hers, a deep unneeded breath breaking the silence. Before a word could be uttered Buffy’s lips attacked, the kiss fevered as her hand set a frenetic pace. Up, down, swirl of her thumb over the tip then repeat.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over Spike, his knees quaking as Buffy built up his arousal. At this rate she would bring him to climax in a matter of minutes. That thought caused a growl to rumble deep within the cavity of his chest. A multitude of different words could be used to describe Spike, but selfish lover were two that were not synonymous with the vampire.

First things first, he needed to get his girl out of the elements and somewhere more… secluded, away from any possible prying eyes. Somewhere deep in his brain he must have realised the location of their little tryst. Regrettably breaking the kiss which threatened to devour them both, Spike snatched Buffy’s hands from his body. Before she could protest he swept her up in his arms and strode toward the door of his crypt. With a powerful kick it slammed open, the action eliciting an excited giggle from Buffy. Another kick closed it, privacy accomplished.

“Spike! I want you,” Buffy gasped anxiously.

Not needing a second invitation Spike perched Buffy on the edge of the stone coffin, settling himself between her legs. With lust-driven ferocity Spike’s lips reclaimed Buffy’s. His hands moved of their own volition, falling to her knees and then skimming the silkiness of her thighs, all the way to the crux of her hips. There, one either side, his fingers toyed with the scrap of lace Buffy seemed to consider underwear. A growl of possession resonated within the crypt when he realised she’d been wearing almost nothing beneath her skirt while at the frat house. Fingers hooked on either side Spike ripped the flimsy garment from her body and discarded it over his shoulder, never looking to see where it fell as his fingers sought new places to play.

Buffy gasped with surprise when icy fingers stroked her clitoris. The coolness of Spike’s digits on her heated flesh was a welcome sensation, one she openly encouraged. The Slayer wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck, pressing her sex against his hand in the process.

Spike took this as a sign to explore more… deeply. Using his thumb he parted Buffy’s pussy lips, simultaneously slipping his index and middle finger into her searing heat.

The Slayer’s answering moan was animalistic, her fingers clawing at his clothed back. Not enough skin… need… The thought died before its completion, in-control Buffy slipping away completely as cave Buffy came out to play. All she recognised and paid notice to was the unrelenting desire she felt for the man stroking her closer and closer to climax with his talented fingers. As his thumb flicked her clit, his fingers pumped, the combined sensation creating and adding fuel to a fire that was burning in her abdomen.

Desperate for more flesh, for naked Spike, Buffy’s hands dropped from around his neck and underneath the shoulders of his duster, sliding the garment down his arms. The sudden departure of Spike’s ministrations as he disposed of the jacket elicited a whine of frustration. Not wanting his fingers to abandon her flesh for longer than necessary she grabbed the neck of his black t-shirt and tore it clean down the middle. She delighted in the feel of his muscles, how they flexed and flinched when she ran her fingers across him. Where her fingers trailed she had the sudden need to follow with her tongue. She was never given the opportunity.

Spike’s grin was predatory, his own eyes and hands as hungry for flesh as Buffy’s. Mimicking her action he tore the already ruined shirt from her body, releasing her pert breasts in the process. Pupils dilated as he longingly examined her naked bosom. The sight froze him. For all of his imaginings of what lay beneath her clothing, nothing had come close to the beauty before him.

“Looking later, touching now,” cave Buffy demanded. Her fingers laced in his hair and directed his lips to hers, not that there was any resistance from Spike.

Like titans they battled, each seeking the upper hand, both wanting dominance and neither willing to surrender. It was one of the things Spike loved about her, Buffy’s need for control. That very thought twigged something deep in Spike’s subconscious, a little alarm bell fighting to be heard. Control and Buffy were one and the same, and right now she was severely lacking. The pair had yet to start the physical side of their relationship, a factor that was likely behind the warning in his mind. Something felt odd… and it wasn’t mounting sexual frustration. As much as it pained him, he broke the kiss.

“Buffy, something is wro--”

“I need you,” Buffy pleaded. “Don’t stop touching.”

Spike opened his mouth to protest but the objection died on his lips when Buffy’s nimble fingers wrapped around his cock. Her insistence contagious, Spike’s hands returned to Buffy’s thighs, shoving her skirt up to her waist.

Buffy shivered when her naked buttocks touched the cool stone of the coffin. “Brrr!” Concern flitted across Spike’s face, Buffy just grinned. “Make me warm, baby.”

Worry fading at her words Spike returned the grin. When Buffy lifted her feet to his hips, using the heels of her shoes to hook on and drag his jeans down, it widened. Despite her suggestions Spike didn’t want his girl to freeze. Lifting her up with one arm, he used his free hand to reach for a new cotton blanket he’d purchased a few days ago, spreading it across the sarcophagus. Returning her to the stone tomb he wasted no time resuming his mission of devouring her lips.

But Buffy had other ideas. Fingers still wrapped around Spike’s now throbbing cock, she furiously began to pump her hand, each upward tug pulling him closer to release and to her.

As he neared her Spike could feel the heat radiating from Buffy’s core. The heady scent of her arousal, combined with the furious stroking of her hand was driving him mad; he was only going to be able to hold out for so much longer before it became unbearable. “Buffy,” he whimpered. “I c-can’t, I can’t hold on… I need…”

Buffy heard the plea in his voice, saw the desperation and want in his eyes, knowing that equal desire was shining from hers. Hungrily she eyed his mouth. Spike stare fixated on Buffy’s and as one they assailed the other’s lips. The moment their mouths met so did their hips, vampire and slayer surging forward to join for the first time.

Completion…

Perfection…

Fulfilment…

Home…

Simultaneously they gasped in pleasure, two sets of eyes blinking open to reveal sparkling purple irises. Neither noticed the change, all they saw was the other, their equal. No longer were they two single halves of a pair, now they were one.

Soon the stillness became too much to bear, Spike slowly withdrew from the heat and warmth of the only place he ever wanted to be. His body protested the loss of heat, a grown of both desire and deprivation.

Ripples of pleasure washed over Buffy, the languid pace in which Spike was moving heightening each and every sensation. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her body arching toward his, wanting him deeper, harder.

And still Spike resisted, barely.

Suddenly impatient, Buffy forced the speed of their lovemaking to increase, wrapping her legs around the vampire’s waist and pulling him toward her.

Animalistic grunts and growls escaped his lips and echoed throughout the crypt, in time with Buffy’s deep exhalations. Spike teetered on the brink of control, barely restraining his baser need to pound the slayer into oblivion. Each withdrawal was as torturous as it was pleasurable, the inner walls of Buffy’s sex clenching him tightly, as if refusing to let his cock escape.

Clutching Spike’s shoulders, Buffy arched her back wantonly, the movement allowing deeper penetration and thrust her breasts upwards. She was taunting him on purpose, if she had had the capacity for conscious thought Buffy would probably be surprised by her ardent sexuality. Vanilla sex was all she’d ever experienced and this coupling, on a sarcophagus, legs wrapped around her lover’s waist, while he stood between her legs was definitely a new experience.

The temptation of Buffy’s breasts was not to be ignored, Spike’s lips descended without thought to a pert rosy nipple, suckling it firmly into his mouth. Buffy’s pleasured whimpers became gratified gasps, her response causing the vampire to smile against her skin as he laved a trail across her chest to the other, neglected nipple. Spike’s knees trembled and he didn’t know how much longer he could stave off his release.

Just when she thought it couldn’t possibly get any better than this, Spike bite down with his blunt human teeth. The slight pain—enough for Spike to notice a tingle from the chip—was the catalyst Buffy needed to climax.

“Oh, oh, OH!”

It felt like fireworks had been set off inside of her, and in an outward spiral each and every nerve in her body buzzed and tingled until her body imploded with orgasm. Stars swirled before her eyes as the sensations were prolonged, lifting her to new heights before the crash of orgasm found her again.

Urged on by the insistent shuddering of Buffy’s pussy, Spike gave in to the unfulfilled ache built up from weeks of foreplay, and thrust hard and deep one, two, three times. With an impassioned roar Spike shouted his release, hips jerking and his lover’s name on his lips.

“Buuuf-ffy!”

Exhausted, Spike’s knees finally gave way, toppling the pair to a heap on the ground. Wrapped in each other’s arms they remained entwined, their laboured breathing the only sounds. Then a girlish giggle broke the silence.

“What’s so --” Spike began, stopping when he saw the reason for her hilarity as she gestured at their position. When she tried to restrain the giggles, and snorted for her efforts, Spike couldn’t help but join her in laughter. He couldn’t remember seeing her so carefree, so happy, and the sound of her joy was a song to his ears.

When her giggles abated of their own accord, Buffy sighed with contentment. She had never felt so sated in her life.

“Wow,” she sighed.

Filled to the brim with pride at the knowledge he was the reason for her satisfied smile, Spike repeated the sentiment.

“Yeah, wow.”

The shield of warmth they’d built with their lovemaking was slowly beginning to wear off, and Buffy shivered at the chill in the air. She tugged at her skirt but Spike stopped her. A brow lifted in response.

“Don’t tell me… already?”

Spike grinned wickedly. “For you? Always.”

Buffy slapped his hands away playfully, her nose crinkling in disgust when a dusty handprint appeared on his chest. “Okay, no so much with the loving of the ground right now.” She extricated herself from Spike’s vice-like embrace and stood up. Once on her feet she visually picked apart her appearance just as she’d done after the vampire fight pre-crypt. “Oh, gross. I don’t even want to contemplate what my hair looks like now.”

Bottom lip jutting out in a pout was too enticing to ignore, Spike stood and joined Buffy, his legs quivering until he found balance.

“I’ve got to go,” Buffy whined. “I need a shower.”

“I’ve got one downstairs,” Spike informed her. At Buffy’s look of disbelief he nodded insistently. “Fresh running water, even have some fluffy towels,” he added with pride.

“Is it warm?”

Spike instantly deflated.

“Well,” Buffy drawled. “I guess you’ll have to warm me up after…”

The suggestion hung in the air between them for a moment before Spike cottoned on. Immediately his stance and expression became predatory.

With a delighted squeal Buffy took off at a run toward the ladder to the sub-level of the crypt, her eager vampire boyfriend hot on her heels.

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A/N: Hope it didn’t disappoint!

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