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If It's Only a Dream... by slaymesoftly
 
Three and Four
 
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Chapter Three

Buffy walked back to the dorm, grateful that she hadn’t made plans to see Riley that night. In spite of having a quick recovery from his surgery, he continued to avoid being around her in any situations that might highlight his newly normal strength, and it was beginning to get on her nerves. Only the knowledge that she’d blurted out “If I wanted someone with super powers, I’d be dating Spike!” when he was having his emotional crisis over losing his enhancements had kept her from sharing her dream with him. Now, she was very grateful that she hadn’t. It was more than obvious that he would have immediately interpreted it to mean that she preferred to be with the blond vampire. Which, I’m pretty sure, would quickly lead to stakege. He still knows how to destroy vampires, and with one that can’t fight back....

Her heart rate went up as she realized exactly how vulnerable Spike was to humans and she suddenly felt guilty about her reaction to his attempt to get the chip out. It must be frightening to live that way – knowing that if someone wants to hurt or kill you, there is nothing you can do to defend yourself. Maybe I should remind Riley that Spike is harmless and should be left alone? No, that would be worse. Then he’d wonder why I care what happens to Spike – not that I do care. At all. Nope. No caring here...

By the time she reached her room, she had thoroughly convinced herself that she didn’t care what happened to Spike, and that she needed to be very careful what she said about him in front of Riley. She firmly ignored the little voice telling her that she was contradicting herself.

She got ready for bed, carefully avoiding the still-sore lump on her head as she brushed her hair out and donned a soft tee shirt to sleep in. She slid into her bed, snuggled into the covers and closed her eyes resolutely.

No vampire dreams tonight.

She’d been sleeping for some time when a noise startled her awake; she glanced up to see the door opening slowly. Feeling vampire tingles, she jumped to her feet, grabbed a stake and crossed the room quickly, grabbing the knob and yanking the door the rest of the way open. Somehow she wasn’t surprised to find Spike on the other side, just slipping the lock picking kit he’d used into his coat pocket.

“You couldn’t knock?” she said, glaring at him and waving the stake. “I might have killed you.”

“Still might,” he said cheerfully. “Can I come in, pet?”

She was so used to the idea that Spike had access to anywhere she did, that it took her a few seconds to realize he’d never been in this particular dorm room and would need an invitation before he could cross the threshold.

“Yeah, sure,” she said with a wave of her hand, walking to the desk to put the stake down. “Come in, Spike. It’s not like I really wanted to get some sleep tonight.”

“About that...” He looked at the floor and shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “I’m sorry,” he blurted.

“Well, you should be! Uh...what for?”

“For that whole dream thing, and the way I...I’m just sorry, alright?”

“Do you always begin your apologies by breaking into people’s bedrooms?” she asked, not quite able to reach the angry tone for which she had aimed. Instead, her lips twitched in a ghost of a smile.

“Well...yeah, if I think they might tell me to get lost if I knock.”

“You couldn’t have gotten in anyway,” she pointed out.

“Didn’t think of that till after,” he muttered sheepishly. “It would have been a good plan...except for that little flaw.”

“Like most of your plans,” she snorted, no longer trying to hide her smile.

“Most of the ones that involve you,” he agreed ruefully.

“So, assuming your attempted break-in had worked, what was the plan?”

He blinked at her briefly, then his gaze was drawn to the rumpled bed. She was suddenly conscious of her lack of clothing when his eyes drifted back to run up her tanned legs to where the tee shirt just covered the tops of her thighs. He licked his lips as she backed up, whispering, “Oh no, you don’t. I was peacefully sleeping and you—“ She broke off, staring at him. “What were you doing earlier?”

He frowned. “Earlier? What do you mean, earlier?”

“I mean, moron, what were you doing before you decided that breaking and entering was the best way to begin an apology to a slayer?”

“What was I doing? I don’t know, I think I was—“

She watched as his thoughts began to mirror her own suspicions. “I was in bed...sleepin’,” he said slowly, moving toward her with suddenly warm eyes. “I was sleeping,” he repeated firmly. “And you were sleeping. So that means...”

“We’re dreaming... again,” she finished for him, holding her ground as he advanced.

“We’re dreaming,” he agreed softly, pulling her into his chest and running his mouth down her neck. “We’re jus’ dreaming, so it doesn’t matter what we do, does it?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she whimpered, sliding her arms around his neck. “It’s cheating.”

“Not cheating if it’s not really happening,” he reasoned, his hands roaming over her back and satisfying himself that the tee shirt was all that she had on. “You can’t be held responsible for what you dream.”

“I suppose not,” she whispered, standing on her toes to reach his waiting mouth. “It’s not my fault if we...”

“Exactly. Not our fault if we...”

He picked her up and was at the bed in one stride, turning so as to fall on to it with her on top of him. She squirmed around until she was stretched out along his length, giving in to the way her body was craving his touch and the urge to run her own hands over that smooth skin that she remembered from the previous dream.

As if the realization that it was a dream had freed her of all inhibitions, she sat up abruptly and began to push his shirt up so that she could see and feel the chest that she remembered so well. She slid back onto his thighs when he sat up long enough to shrug out of his duster and allow her to push the tee shirt off over his head. While Buffy reacquainted herself with his skin, laving it with her tongue and nibbling on his pebbled nipples, he took the opportunity to lift her own tee shirt and skim it over her head quickly. Without missing a beat, Buffy continued to kiss her way around his upper body, pushing him back down onto the bed so that she could allow her hands, eyes and mouth, free rein.

While she explored the body in front of her, quickly popping open the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down to free the object of her search, the vampire’s hands were tracing paths around her body. He kept up a litany of appreciative murmurs as he caressed and stroked her- cupping her breasts and rolling the nipples with his fingers, then dropping one hand to grasp one rounded globe of her ass and knead it vigorously.

In no time, she was panting and tugging on his jeans, anxious to remove them and be able to touch him everywhere that he was touching her. With a groan, he lifted her off to the side and quickly shoved his pants down to where he could toe them off with his feet. The instant his boots hit the floor, followed quickly by his jeans, he rolled Buffy over, pinning her with his weight and forcing her to meet his gaze. When her eyes shut and she moaned, molding herself to him eagerly, he said, “Look at me, Buffy. I need you to look at me.”

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and kept them on his. They widened as he slid into her, still holding her gaze as he said distinctly, “I love you, Buffy. I know this isn’t real. Know you wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t know it wasn’t real; but the way I feel about you...that’s real. It isn’t gonna go away when I wake up. I’m yours, love. Whether you want me or not. I’m yours.”

“I--” Her voice was choked and she cleared her throat to try again. “I want you,” she said clearly, clenching around him and smiling when he couldn’t prevent a gasp and a groan. “I want you, Spike.”

Their hips began moving in a timeless rhythm, whimpers and gasps turning to growls and cries as they quickly built to an orgasm that left them both trembling with the after effects. Spike was planting soft kisses all over her face, while Buffy wrapped her legs around his thighs as though to hold him in place. If she was surprised to feel him harden within her so quickly, she didn’t say so, just flexed her muscles and flipped them over so that she was riding him, moving slowly up and down while she stared into his adoring eyes.

As her movements became faster and jerkier, he put his hands on her hips and held her in place, arching his back to drive himself deeper while she writhed on top of him, her head back and her mouth open in a small “o” of wonder. When she felt she was going to scream her release, she fell forward and once again sank her teeth into the ridge of muscle on the side of his neck, effectively muffling her cry even as she brought out his demon.

Without thought, the vampire’s now-sharp fangs slid into the skin of her neck, allowing small amounts of her blood to coat his mouth and tongue and to trickle down his throat. Immediately, he felt his own release and he cried her name into her skin as he emptied himself over and over.

When they had recovered enough that he had licked the tiny wounds closed and pulled the covers up over their limp bodies, Buffy mumbled into his chest, “You bit me.”

“You bit me first,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “It’s going to be alright, love. It’s only a dream, remember?”

“Yeah, well there better not be any fang holes in my neck when I wake up, or you’re in big trouble, buster,” she muttered, smothering a yawn and curling into his embrace. “You hear me? No marks...”

“Got it, love. No marks in the morning. You’re going to wake up and that beautiful neck will be just as smooth and clear as it was when you went to sleep.”

Her answer was lost in a sigh as she gave in to the lassitude evoked by their love-making, and fell into a deep, restorative sleep. With a smile on his face, the vampire also succumbed to the pleasant afterglow and dozed off, his nose buried in her hair and his arms wrapped firmly around her soft body.

Chapter Four

With a yawn, Buffy stretched her pleasantly tired body and tried to sit up. When she realized that she was being held in place by a dead weight, albeit one that seemed to be holding her in a loving embrace, she sighed and snuggled back down.

I guess I’m still asleep, she thought, just before she noticed that that the sun was barely lighting up the sky outside the window. Her eyes flew open wide and she brought her head up to meet Spike’s sleepy, satisfied gaze.

“Mornin’, love,” he sighed, dipping his head into a warm kiss that distracted her momentarily. She allowed herself to indulge in sleepy, sensual kisses for several minutes before she remembered why she had suddenly come so awake.

“Spike!”

“Mmm, hmmm,” he murmured.

“Spike, wake up! Pay attention, this is serious!”

“What is?” he grumbled, opening his eyes all the way, but continuing to kiss whatever body parts he could reach without actually moving.

“It’s daytime!”

“So?”

“So, shouldn’t we be awake by now?”

“We are awake. You’re being right noisy about it, Slayer, truth be told. You get me any more awake and you might have a problem on your hands...or in them, better yet,” he leered hopefully.

“If we’re awake – if I’m awake and you’re awake – then why are you still here?”

“Because there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be?” he answered carefully, beginning to understand why she was so upset.

“Spike!” she hissed. “This isn’t funny!”

“That wasn’t meant to be funny, love,” he said with a sigh, lying back and pulling her down with him. “I get it, Buffy. I do. We’re either dreamin’ that we’re awake, or...”

“Or we aren’t dreaming, and we really did....oh, god!”

“Was it really that awful, pet?” He tried to keep his voice light, but she felt his arms tighten just enough to let her know that he heard the horror in her voice.

She allowed her face to rest against the skin of his neck, absently inhaling his scent as she nuzzled into him. “No,” she said softly, her voice muffled by the way her mouth insisted on fastening itself onto the spot where she’d bitten him. “You know it wasn’t awful. But I thought it was a dream! I thought it didn’t matter what we did, or that I...” She stopped sucking on her bite mark and raised her head to meet his eyes. “I thought it didn’t matter that I wanted you – that you said you...you love me. I could just enjoy it because it wasn’t real. Now it’s real.”

“It was always real for me, love,” he said slowly, stroking her face and willing her to see into his heart. “I didn’t know it until that first dream, but it was always real for me. I meant what I said last night. I’m yours, whether you want me or not. I’ll always be yours.”

“I do want you...but I can’t—I don’t love you. I won’t love you,” she said stubbornly.

“Can’t and won’t aren’t the same thing as don’t, sweetheart.” He tried to smother the warm ball of hope growing inside his chest. “All that says is that you don’t want to admit it.”

“There’s nothing to admit,” she growled, her lower lip coming out in a pout. “There’s just this...weird...inappropriate...” She whimpered when he began kissing his way down her throat. “...and very strong physical attraction that...” She arched up with a little mewing sound when he fastened his mouth on one breast and began sucking on her nipple. “I don’t love you,” she gasped, opening her legs for him as she argued.

“But you want me,” he purred, smiling at the way she responded to his hand and moving his mouth down her body until it hovered over her. “You want me – you want what I can do to you.”

“Uh, huh,” she nodded her head, rendered incoherent by what he was now doing with his tongue. “Uh huh, huh, huh!”

“I can work with that,” he said with satisfaction, sliding up until he was looking into her eyes and nudging at her entrance. “I can work with that.”

“I might kinda like you,” she whispered as he once again slowly filled her until they both sighed with relief and began to move together. “I think I kinda like you.”

the end



 
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