A/N: Muchos thanks to dawnofme and IveDiedTwice who stepped in for Mabel while she's on her holiday. I'll udpate once a week until Mabel gets back, just wanted to let you guys know. Also, this chapter might not be very work-safe. ;)






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Chapter 37


Giles rolled over on his bed, trying to shake off the annoying ringing sound as he longed to plunge back into sleep. When it didn’t cease, he reluctantly opened one eye and fumbled on the nightstand for his glasses.


“Bloody pillocks calling at night,” he mumbled and staggered still half-asleep to the phone in the living room, snatching his glasses on the way to put them over his eyes.


He picked it up and snapped rather unpleasantly into the receiver, “What?”


“Umm… is that Mr.Giles?” sounded a female voice.


“Who else would it be?”


He knew he was being beyond rude but he had trouble recalling his manners when he was being yanked out of sleep so late at night. It brought out the crude careless side of his youth.


“This is St. Peter’s hospital and you’ve been listed as Faith Lehane’s next of kin-”


“What happened?” He was wide awake now and cold sweat broke out on his skin as he sat down on a nearby chair.


“She’s awake.”


“I knew this would… wait. Did you say ‘awake’?”


“Yes. We gave her some sedatives because she was in shock, but I thought you’d like to know. You may see her in the morning.”


“Thank you. I will.”


He hung up the phone and pressed his face into the upturned palms of his hands, chuckling weakly. Once the woman told him she was calling from the hospital, he was so sure Faith had given up the fight. But of course she wouldn’t. She was as stubborn as Buffy.


Buffy.


He had to tell her. She’d want to know.


Grinning widely, Giles gently knocked on her door then entered because her lack of response probably meant she was already asleep. The smile was quickly replaced by a frown of confusion as he noticed Buffy’s absence, her phone abandoned on the covers of her unmade bed.


It was too late to be on patrol, and she’d never leave without the phone.


So where was she?


*******


“How do you do it?” Spike asked before he shifted his attention to the other nipple, his ego soaring as she struggled to make sense of his words.


“Huh?”


Tracing the hardened peak with the tip of his tongue, Spike smiled at her lazily. “You smell-”


“I smell?” She wrinkled her nose and gasped when he nipped at her sensitive flesh with his blunt teeth.


“Delicious. Like a bowl of fruit.”


“It’s the… ummm… watermelon body wash.”


His hands dipped lower from her sides to trace wide circles on her hips, loving how she squirmed, needing his touch. The knickers had to go so he seized the sides and slipped them down her legs before tossing them over his shoulder and dropping on top of her again. Her naked curves were so sinful against the dark starkness of the sheets.


“That and pure Buffy.” He breathed in the delicious aroma of her skin. “I want to eat you right up.”


“Oh… o-okay.”


He smirked and peppered kisses down her quivering stomach. The flesh of her belly was so soft he couldn’t resist biting it a little. Apparently, Buffy didn’t seem to mind and her glazed eyes were fixed on him, her hands thrown above her head in a subconscious show of submissiveness that left his demon growling in pleasure.


“You want me to, Buffy? Taste your sweet juices? There will be no interruptions this time. Nothing to save you from the Big Bad.”


Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he flittingly grazed her clit with the tip of his tongue.


“D-don’t want to be… saved.”


God help him, the look she was sending his way would be his undoing. So innocent yet feisty. Willing to be his slave but wanting to fight him too, and he’d be damned twice if the tight jeans he had on didn’t just become a lot more restrictive.


“Be careful what you wish for.”


With that he bent down his head and tasted her, each swipe of his tongue wringing a breathy moan out of her throat. But he wouldn’t give her what she wanted yet, not even as she slid her arms to thread them through his already tousled hair. Slowly circling, always avoiding where she needed him the most, fingertips brushing, driving her mad.


“More.”


A lick. “More what?”


“Ugh… you know what.”


A finger tracing down her slit. “Like this?”


Her grip on his hair tightened as she arched up, desperation oozing from her every pore. “Need you to… to-”


Spike took pity on her and took her clit between his lips, sucking gently. When Buffy threw her head back and whispered his name, it took everything in his power not to unzip his jeans and take her hard and fast. No, he’d drive her wild first, feast on her until all she knew was his name as she whispered it from her lips.


The air around filled with her quick breaths and he gripped her straining thighs, his tongue flickering until one of her hands flew to the side to fist the sheet.


“Spike…”


He let up, forcing her to calm down before he renewed his efforts again. Over and over until she was almost sobbing with the need to release all the tension sizzling along her nerves.


He switched his mouth for his thumb in order to fully look at her, surrendered to sensations pooling in her veins.


“Touch your breasts,” he whispered and licked his lips.


It took her a moment to register his words and her hands slid to her breasts after a split second of realizing what he wanted her to do.


“That’s it. Good girl. Now squeeze those pretty nipples.”


Her eyelashes fluttered shut as she fulfilled his request and he could feel her internal muscles clenching as he slid a finger inside.


“Does it feel good?”


She nodded and gasped as he returned his skilled lips and tongue to the hard nubbin, two of his fingers now dipping inside her.


Her hips were in constant motion as she chased the sensations roaring through her body and he decided to take pity on her so he quickly fluttered his tongue against her clit while curling his fingers to brush that special spot inside. Buffy threw her head back, her mouth opened in soundless pleasure, too overwhelmed as her whole body shuddered, her walls squeezing around his thrusting fingers so hard he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from following her into oblivion.


Her muscles spasmed a few more times before she collapsed in a boneless heap and he put his cheek against her belly.


“Wow. That was… Mmmm.”


Being a male, Spike couldn’t resist a cocky grin that spread across his face. “So it was good, yeah?”


“If you’re fishing for compliments… what the hell, you deserve every compliment there is. I’m melted. I’m a puddle of Buffy goo.”


Spike slid his way up her body, his nerves zinging as his torso pressed against hers.


“I like Buffy goo.”


“My brain is too broken to reply to your innuendos right now.”


He leaned down to kiss her, loving how she wasn’t repulsed by the taste of her juices still lingering on his lips. Instead she moaned and slipped her tongue inside his mouth.


They parted and she breathed, “You’re still wearing pants.”


“Guess I am at that.”


Spike rolled off her to the side and he was just about to divest of his jeans as quickly as possible when he noticed the hungry look on Buffy’s face. Deliberately, he made his motions slow and teasing as he caressed his bare chest, slipped his fingers along his abdominals to let them rest on top of his crotch, rubbing slowly and driving himself crazy just as much as he was her.


Blush spilled across her cheeks but whether it was from embarrassment or lust, he couldn’t tell.


He unfastened his top button, and she licked her lips.


“Luv, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll pop.”


Her eyes met his and there was a twinkle there that gave him pause. “Maybe I should just… help you out instead?”


“Bloody hell.”


Holding his breath, Spike watched as Buffy shuffled closer to him and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture. He waited for her to gather her courage and when she finally did and rested her hand atop his, he couldn’t help but groan in anticipation.


When he noticed her uncertainty, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm before resting it on his chest. It took every ounce of control to let her set the pace.


“You’ll tell me, won’t you? If I do something stupid?”


“Buffy, you can’t go wrong here, I promise.”


The corner of her lips quirked up in a smile. “I guess we’ll see.”


Fascinated, she spanned her fingers over his chest, her palm stilling over his heart. His eyes flickered to hers, wondering if she was bothered by his heart not beating. For a moment he wished it did so she’d know how much her proximity affected him.


The heat of her hands seared a path down to his belly as she circled his belly button with the softest expression on her face. His own hands trembled with the need to return the caress but it wasn’t the time. Not when her eyes were so wide with hunger of exploring every new sensation, starving to learn the secrets of his flesh. They hadn’t had an opportunity like this before and despite what Buffy may think, he’d never been touched like this.


No fumbling claws ripping into his skin, always taking but never giving anything in return.


Buffy was softness and tainted innocence that seeped into his flesh as she leaned over and pressed her lips into the curve of his neck.


His hands tangled in her hair as he whispered her name. Didn’t she know what she was doing to him? How her gentle touch and seeking lips burned into his very core?


“Love how soft your skin is right…” She slanted her lips beneath his jaw. “Here.”


The swell of her breast pressed into his side, and he caressed the nape of her neck, her hair tickling his skin. She lifted her head to drink in his face as she slid her finger down the line of hair disappearing behind the waistband and settled her palm over the bulge in his jeans, squeezing. He shuddered, barely managing to keep his eyes open and fixed on hers, showing her wordlessly the need she inspired.


The sooty lashes fluttered to cover her eyes as she pressed her nose against his cheek. Their ragged breaths the only sound before she pulled the zipper down. Then he was plunged forward into the world were pure sensations wrapped him in their embrace as her hand closed around his length.


Skin on skin.


Fire and ice.


His fingers tightened in her hair and she breathed a little bit faster, tuning in on his rising desire. His chest expanded with needless breath as she stroked him up and down, her thumb brushing against the tip.


“Is it… is it good?”


“More than… ugh. Buffy, more.”


She kept her pace steady as she nibbled on his earlobe and playfully said, “But what if I like it slow?”


He was utterly hers and she knew it. Thrived off every response she could read in his face, still tentative but gaining confidence as she watched him succumb to her. His flesh throbbed against her palm. Soft and hard. Just like the rest of him.


Buffy felt his desperation in the way his hips arched up, the way a small crease appeared on his forehead as he concentrated on every stroke she made.


“T-tighter,” he mumbled and she obliged, loving how entirely opened up and vulnerable he could be.


He turned his face to the side and sought out her lips with his, kissing her deeply and fervently as she quickened the pace.


She tore her lips away when his fingers closed over hers and halted her movement. The way he looked was so pained that for a moment she worried she’d done something wrong and hurt him.


“Wait, luv. If you keep that up… I won’t last.”


She understood the meaning behind his expression and felt a burst of feminine pride. “It’s okay. You can-”


He shook his head and leaned away slightly to pin her with an intense stare.


“No. I want to be inside you when I…”


Butterflies fluttered their wings in her belly, making her almost sick with nervous excitement. Suddenly, everything felt all too real as he circled his arms lovingly around her and rolled her onto her side.


“Are you scared?” he asked and she wanted to deny it and tell him to stop being silly because she was the Slayer and risked her life every night without a twinge of fear. But she didn’t want to lie to him. Not when he knew her better than anyone else. Not now.


“Yes.”


He gave her one of those smiles then. Not a smirk or a leer, but a real genuine smile that reflected in his eyes and spilled over her skin like liquid warmth. She never trusted anyone the way she trusted him.


“Don’t be. It’ll be amazing and you’ll feel so good. I promise. ”


“I know it will. I trust you,” she said with a shaky smile, feeling as if she was standing on a brink of something that would change her forever.


He kicked off his jeans and brushed his lips against hers in a gentlest of kisses. The second his bare skin molded to hers from chest to toe, shiver ran down her spine. There was no hurry as they lay on their sides, his fingers whispering down her back to trace the curve of her backside. Spike lifted her thigh and brought it over his hip, opening her up as he drugged her with his kisses.


Heat was spiraling through her now almost unbearably and her every cell screamed with the need to have him inside, filling her to the brink.


Without breaking the kiss, Buffy tightened her hold on him and fell on her back, bringing him atop her. Spike panted against her lips before lifting his head to look at her.


“I love you,” he said, and swooped down to silence her response.


She could feel the tip of his length pressing against her opening. Their eyes locked, her heart thrumming against his chest and her fingers squeezed his upper arms.


TBC