Chapter 10 - Cherished

Walking back through the cemetery, Spike looped his arm around Buffy’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “Spike...” Buffy sighed as she reluctantly pulled her lips from his a few short moments later. “Remember what we promised Giles. No announcing us to the world.”

“I know, but bloody hell, I don’t like waiting. Always hated it,” he grouched. Trudging along with slumped shoulders, hands thrust in his pockets and a scowl on his face, he continued, “I want to be free to have a snog with you whenever the urge strikes.” Grinning down at her sheepishly, he admitted, “and it hits me rather often, babe.”

Buffy snorted a laugh in agreement. “Yeah, I remember, poor Giles during Willow’s spell. You won’t find me complaining, though.” She flashed him a radiant smile that reminded him of the Buffybot and made his normally silent heart throb in his chest. “I love it,” she said, then frowned, remembering, “It was so obvious. Willow told us to get married, not to fall in love. I can’t believe that spell didn’t tell us how we really felt about each other.”

“Oh, it told me. The horror I felt when the spell ended was not horror about loving you, but that the witch had magicked us against our will. Made my blood boil that she manipulated us like that. And I was furious that you weren’t really mine. Red had shown me what I was missing. I hated that I’d never have you. In self-defense I convinced myself that it was you I hated, but I knew otherwise. Deep inside, I knew. Never been one for self-delusion. It festered until it burst out in a dream and I had to admit it to myself.”

Buffy scowled, lower lip jutting. “I’m the queen of self-delusion. I probably never would have admitted my feelings for you if the mating hadn’t forced me to. I was all set to dust you this afternoon, you know. Before I found out you hadn’t told Glory about the key. I’m sorry, Spike. I should’ve known that you wouldn’t betray us.”

He smiled gently at her. “No worries, Slayer. It’s in the past. All I care about is the future.”

Buffy gazed at him in wonder, knowing that if he had misjudged her so badly, he would have had major ass kissing to do before she let him off the hook. ‘Hmmm, that gives me an idea,’ Buffy smirked to herself. ‘He’s due some of that himself.’ She was so relieved by Spike’s forgiving nature that she reached up and gave him a quick kiss in thanks; despite having just told him that they couldn’t show affection in public. “It’s a shame we have to keep it hush-hush,” she mused. “I’d like to lay you down right here and have my wicked way with you.”

He perked up, eyes glinting and blood rushing southward at the idea. “What say we take the battle to the wanking watcher boys, instead of waiting for them to come to us? Not give them time to prepare a massive strike against us, instead we hit them preemptively? Then we could live our lives as we see fit.”

Buffy sighed, “You know we can’t do that, Spike. We have to concentrate on Glory for now. Have to get her out of the way before we can worry about the Council.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Have to protect l’il Niblet before we can think of ourselves. Shit.” He went back to trudging.

Nearing the privacy of his crypt, Spike’s libido took control. He grabbed Buffy by the hand and burst into a run. “In a bit of a hurry, are you?” she laughed as he pulled her inside. He slammed her against the door, shutting it with a bang. Leaning his full weight against her, he lifted her face to his and kissed her feverishly. Her laughter stopped abruptly and she threaded her hands through his hair, releasing it into wild curls as she kissed him back, their tongues wrestling joyously.

Skin itching and aching for her touch, Spike ripped indiscriminately at his clothing. ‘Have to get the damn stuff off now.’ It was intolerable. Abandoning his earlier plan not to shred it again, he slashed his shirt and pants so they fell from him effortlessly as he ran his other hand over the patches of skin that Buffy was baring.

Buffy flipped them around to crowd Spike up against the door. Her clothing suddenly felt too tight, too restrictive, too much. It had to go. Now. She needed Spike’s hands on her and all that material was in the way. She shimmied and wiggled out of the jeans. Unable to bear tearing her lips from his long enough to pull the t-shirt over her head, she grasped the neckline with both hands and ripped it down the center, letting it fall to the ground.

Spike enfolded her in his arms so that she was flush against him. He gloried in her warmth as it burned him from head to toe. Lifting her, he leapt lithely down to the lower level, and laid her out on the bed. He loomed over her, intent on following her down, but Buffy shook her head and said, “Uh-uh. Last time you tasted me from head to toe. Now it’s my turn.” With a wicked smile, she twisted out from under him, pushed him down onto his back and climbed on top, straddling his hips. Her nipples peeped at him from her long curling hair. A shock of heat ran down Spike’s body and he grinned, tongue reaching out to moisten his lower lip. Flinging his arms wide, he rumbled from deep in his chest, “I’m all yours, Goldilocks.”

Buffy took his face in her hands and studied him for a few seconds, then sighed. “I’ve never been good with words, but the inner slayer tells me I need to open up about my feelings, so I’m going to try...” She paused for a long moment, “Your eyes...your beautiful eyes...” She searched for words that seemed to stick in her throat. “I’ve loved them from the first time I saw you; so blue, sometimes times so soft, other times so cold and hard, but always so beautiful; so knowing...so infuriating,” she admitted with a small smile. Leaning down to softly kiss his eyelids, she touched her tongue to each. Next she kissed the tip of his nose while humming a soft “mmm”, then ran her lips over his cheeks.

Swallowing a lump in her throat that tried to keep her from continuing, Buffy breathed, “Your cheekbones...they were the first thing I noticed about you, even before I saw the color of your eyes; blade sharp...so enticing, so tempting...” she nuzzled along them, “you have no idea what those cheekbones do to me.” Buffy became more confident as she watched Spike’s eyes darken and his lids lowering to gaze at her from beneath the screen of his lashes. His lips fell open and his breathing became deep and labored. She saw how her words affected him, how they delighted him. ‘Maybe I’m not hopeless after all,’ she thought. ‘Maybe I just needed the right man to bring the words out.’

Spike groaned as she passed on to nibble at his lips, “So full, so soft, so delicious. I’ve dreamed of these ever since you kissed me under Willow’s spell.” He tried to take control of the kiss, rising up and wrapping his arms around her. “No,” she pulled away. “It’s my turn, remember.” He relaxed back onto the bed with a heartfelt, “You’re killing me here, pet.”

Smiling secretly, she ran her lips over the sharp lines of his jaw. “Such a strong, determined jaw. Thank you for being so stubborn, for not giving up on me,” she murmured to Spike’s jaw line. Continuing down his corded neck, she sucked over the trail of his carotid. He reared up with a soft growl, flipping her under him. Buffy laughed and flipped him back to the bottom. “Naughty, naughty. Do I have to tie you down?” she asked archly. Spike’s eyes flashed yellow and he grinned.

“Never mind,” Buffy swallowed, a thrill going through her from head to core. “Keep still. Hold that thought for another time, Mr. Bondage,” she admonished sternly. He chuckled and subsided. “Such a sensitive neck,” she murmured as she moved on to knead his shoulders and smooth her hands down over his sculpted biceps and arms. Clasping his hands, she raised them to her lips and kissed each palm. He moaned as she sucked his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue over them. “Lethal, loving, talented, tender hands; they show the many contrasts that make up you.

“You’ve always been so confusing; evil but loving, cruel and yet showing flashes of kindness, killer but loyal and protective. I never could figure you out. But I mean to discover all of your secrets, you know,” she whispered seductively as she ran her hands down his body. On the word ‘secrets’, she briefly cupped his sack, squeezing gently as he gasped and bucked, then returned to trace her fingers over his firmly ridged stomach, massaging, leaning in to kiss and lick. “Glorious, muscular, masculine, man. I realize now that I’ve lusted after you for months,” she whispered as she cupped and kneaded his pectorals, then drew a nipple into her mouth and suckled as she swept her hands back over his shoulders and arms.

Spike trembled, clenching the bed sheets, willing himself to lie still. Never had he been cherished like this. If he died right now, he’d die fulfilled. “I’m going to spontaneously combust, here,” he groaned, “and you’ll be Mrs. Big Pile of Dust.”

Buffy laughed at his referral to their aborted engagement, and dipped her tongue into his navel, making him jerk and warningly rasp “Slayer...” through gritted teeth. She chuckled and continued along the sleek lines of his loins, kissing the junctures of his hips, smiling when he moaned again and shifted restlessly, erection bobbing eagerly. Avoiding that needy appendage, she next traced down his legs, whispering, “Beautiful, how can a man be so beautiful?” as she went.

Reaching his feet, she nibbled on his arches, making him gasp and laugh as he tried to pull away. Keeping a firm hold on his foot, she mimicked him by sucking his toes into her mouth, tonguing the tender spot between each. “I never knew feet were erotic before this. You taught me that.” She moved slowly back up his legs to his straining shaft, “You taught me everything...” She breathed over him, loving the way he shivered. Kissing the bell shaped tip, she opened her mouth to take him in.

Sliding down and sucking in as much as her mouth would take, she kneeded his balls and withdrew to the bell. Spike abruptly lost control. With a full throated roar, he lunged up and grabbed Buffy, taking her by surprise and flipping her over to lie beneath him. He rammed inside her and thrust deeply again and again, repeatedly hitting an inner bundle of nerves that she had never been aware of. Clamping her legs around his back, all she could say was “Oh, oh, oh.” Inside, she was a seething, incoherent mass of sensation. ‘Ah...tight, oh, full, shivery, ahhh, high, higher...’ and they both into a burst into a frenzied orgasm. Buffy saw stars and nearly blacked out with the intensity of it...

“Sorry, my love,” Spike murmured afterwards. “Next time, maybe, I’ll be able to hold still for your sweet lips.”

“Mmm,” was all Buffy could find the strength to say as she snuggled into his embrace.

A few minutes later he was turning the tables on her. Buffy roused from sated somnolence to a fever as Spike skated his hands and lips along the contours of her body, stringing nipping kisses from her lips to her neck. He fondled her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, sending fullness and heat rushing back into the base of her body. Then he soothed them with licks and kisses, as she clasped his head to her and shivered and moaned. He worshiped and devoured the sleek line of her stomach, then moved down to the V of her legs. He nuzzled her curls, teasing her with nips and licks along her mound before moving to the bottom of the V, inserting his tongue into the beginning of the crease there to tantalize the sensitive nubbin hidden underneath.

Buffy strained upward, trying to open her legs, but he held them closed and teased her, until she was gasping and flexing her hips rhythmically. Finally he hooked his hands under her knees and lifted and spread her legs wide to feast between. She shrieked and bucked at the first contact of his lips to the sensitive flesh there. He licked, supped, suckled her once again straining bud, stroked and caressed the swollen lips below with his tongue, then moved down to thrust it repeatedly inside her as she moaned and writhed, and flew into a shattering series of explosions.

Gripping her hips, Spike lifted her, flipped her over onto her stomach, drew her hips back and up so that she knelt before him. The cool air of the crypt washed over the heated skin of her exposed bottom. His palms caressed her fevered curves, boldly cruising into the crevices and valleys between and beneath her cheeks, fingertips tracing every swollen line, possessing every damp inch of skin. His fingers pressed into her slick heat and probed, sending flashes of fire and spiraling tightness coursing yet again through her body.

He moved his aching, straining shaft to the crease of her body, thrusting along her inner lips, moistening himself with her juices. Buffy abruptly decided she had let him lead long enough, and began bucking and maneuvering, changing the angle of her hips until one of his thrusts speared into her sheath. He groaned as he became deeply seated within her body and began a heaving, plunging rhythm that brushed her hidden nerves and filled her to bump against the base of her womb with every thrust. Soon her violent contractions had Spike roaring with painful pleasure, and he exploded into her, then collapsed on top of her. Rolling to the side so as not to crush her, he pulled his sleepy, smiling slayer into his arms.

Tbc…