A/N: Tuesday's here! :D Which means update of course. I felt like writing a Spuffy chapter so I hope you don't mind. There's a lot going on in the next one. ;)

Lovely betas for this chapter are dawnofme and IveDiedTwice.




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Chapter 38


Spike hovered above her, his gaze devouring her as he pressed forward and stretched her to the limit. It felt as though the rapture drowning his face was mirrored in her own expression as he slowly inched inside her. She tightened her grip on him when he halted and encountered the barrier inside.


He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ and thrust forward. The pain paled in comparison to the feeling of having him inside her so fully and completely. His forehead fell to rest on her shoulder, and she trembled with the overwhelming sensation of being one with him as need pooled in her belly, pulsing and demanding friction.


“Spike,” she murmured, wanting to chant his name as it burned the tip of her tongue, letting him know she craved more. He was all there was. Straining above her, throbbing inside her, their scents merging. The centre of her universe and source of those breathless ripples of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced.


He pulled back and thrust into her again, the drag of his thick length stroking the blazing fire inside her into a raging inferno. Instinct ruled her as she lifted her lips to meet him in the ever quickening collision. When she lifted her legs to cross them behind him, he sank impossibly deeper, touching spots inside that tore a moan out of her throat.


“Buffy, so good. God… so tight.”


His deep rough voice slithered over her like a caress, making her skin tingle in its wake.


His cool breath tickled her lips before he claimed them in a possessive kiss that stole her breath away. When she was sure it couldn’t feel any better, he scattered touches up her ribcage and cupped her breasts, sending sharp shots of arousal into her core as his fingers flicked her nipples. Her toes curled when he twisted his hips, pushing into her anew.


The almost obscene sound of their moans and flesh slapping against flesh only turned her on more, and she trailed her fingernails down the sinewy muscles shifting beneath the smooth skin of his back.


The instant his lips broke away, she blindly followed to seek them out again. He slid his hands under her back and lifted her up as he sat back. The new position made her gasp, and she dropped her forehead against his as she sought purchase on his broad shoulders.


“Mmm… So deep,” she said and experimentally moved her hips in a circle.


His hands flew to her hips, fingers grasping almost painfully as he urged her to move. Every jerk of her pelvis sent a powerful jolt through her, threatening to push her over the invisible precipice. Spike peppered her face with kisses, mumbling praises and words that should have made her blush but instead spurred her on to move faster.


“Buffy, you feel so... Gonna burn me alive. Christ!”


He gritted his teeth and slid his hands under her ass to help her move on top of him faster as he lifted his hips to meet her halfway. The heat was spreading through her core, tightening her skin to the point where every brush of his skin drew her closer to the edge.


She locked gazes with him, her world narrowing down to the swirling emotions buried in the depth of his eyes.


*******


She unmade him. With every little movement, every look she sent his way as she gripped him inside her wet velvet heat. He dragged his fingers up her perspiring back and cupped her lovely face to bring her close enough to kiss her. The sweetness of her quivering lips made his heart expand with love for her. God, he loved her so much it almost hurt.


Spike banded his arms around her and collapsed on the rumpled sheets. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her body undulating on top of his as she breathed heavily against his lips.


“Spike, I’m so close.”


“I know, luv.”


She tightened around him, and his fingers gripped her sides, lifting her up and slamming her down, leaning in close enough to suck her nipple into his mouth as she arched her back and shuddered against him. Her inner muscles swelled and fluttered around him, the spasms so hard he could barely move. Buffy cried out his name, her movements faltering as she pressed her forehead to his.


Need pounded through his veins, his hands slipping down her thighs as he thrust up into her once, twice and the world melted away as the climax seized his body, colours flickering behind his closed eyelids.


Spike came back to his senses with Buffy kissing his temple, her skin warm and flushed as they embraced. When she climbed off him, he grunted in disapproval at losing the intimate contact so he rolled over and gathered her into his arms.


“How do you feel?” he asked.


“Incredible.” She rubbed his back, her legs entangled with his. “You?”


Before he could put a stop to his inherent instinct, a purr rumbled through his chest. If he could, he would be blushing like a right git at the sound. It was probably a good thing he was naked and lying down because otherwise, he might be tempted to stick his hands in the pockets of his jeans and toe the ground in embarrassment.


But Buffy didn’t seem to mind the unmanly show of contentment as she stroked his chest and nuzzled his neck. The demon in him strained to own her, to feel his teeth digging into her supple skin. To tie her to him so he would never have to be apart from her again. She’d probably run for the hills if she knew how much he craved for her. Then again, maybe not.


“This is nice. I wish we could stay like this forever.”


“Why can’t we? Bugger the world.”


Buffy laughed. “Yes, bugger the world!”


“That seems so bloody strange coming out of your mouth.”


She sighed. “I suck at accents.”


“Hmm… Buffy sucking.”


She slapped his bare ass, proceeding to make him more aroused rather than chastised. It wasn’t as though he minded a little punishment.


“Oh yes, do it again.”


She blushed and pinched him instead.


He growled.


“You’re such a pervert.”


“Hey, you’re the one with the spanking, kitten.”


“I am not!”


He arched his brow, amused at her display of denial.


She giggled, unable to keep up the charade of being serious. “How was I supposed to know it would turn you on?”


“There a lot of things that turn me on.”


“Oh, I know! Cross dressing!”


Now he was the one to slap her backside, but he got distracted and started to caress her instead.


“Hey!”


His eyes widened in fake innocence. “What?”


“Already?”


“Mmm… you’re all naked. I’m just a guy, you know. It’s a perfectly natural reaction.”


She fell silent and he could see something was bothering her, so he waited. He didn’t have to wait long.


“Spike?”


“Yeah?”


“Did you… did you like it?”


He leaned back and searched her face. “Buffy, this was the best moment in my entire existence.” He kissed her deeply, hoping to convey everything he felt. “Don’t ever doubt that. You’re the only person that can make me feel this way. Alright?”


“Yes. I’m sorry for acting all weird.”


“Nothing weird with that, sweetheart. You can always tell me everything. We’re friends too, aren’t we? With bloody amazing benefits though.”


Buffy giggled and traced his chest with her fingertip, her cheeks slightly reddening as she glanced up at him from beneath her thick lashes. “Can we do it again?”


He grinned and swallowed her lips in an eager kiss.


*******


Buffy stirred awake and struggled to recall her whereabouts since her brain seemed to have trouble working properly. As she opened her bleary eyes and noticed the tousled looking Spike lying beneath her, it all came back.


Beginnings of a morning light pilfered through the thick curtains downstairs, and she rubbed her tired eyes. How much sleep did they get? An hour? Maybe two?


Spike lay still, one of his arms circling her waist in a loose embrace. Not having the heart to wake him, but unable to help herself, Buffy nibbled on the vulnerable skin of his neck. The way he tasted and smelled drove her wild and she stroked his chest, shifting even closer to him.


“Mmm… Buffy,” he muttered and she glanced up, expecting to see him gazing at her, but he still seemed to be asleep. He smacked his lips.


Buffy hid her face in his neck, trying to stifle a giggle. It was difficult to deal with such amount of cuteness so early in the morning without being amused.


“Yeah,” he mumbled and tightened his hold on her waist.


It sure must have been a pleasant dream, judging from his aroused state now tenting the thin sheets. After making love for hours without him even needing to catch his breath, it really shouldn’t have surprised her. But she couldn’t help but be incredulous. Her hand brushed off the sheet and wandered to his abdomen, tracing the strip of hair south of his belly button. It was kind of exciting to touch him while he slept.


'Who would have thought he’d turn me into such a ho-biscuit?'


It was easier too, to explore when he wasn’t staring at her with an intensity that made her hands shake. She checked to see if he was still asleep and traced his hard length with the tip of her finger. A sigh. She took him in her hand and slowly stroked. Up and down. Squeezed the tip.


Spike shifted and his lips parted to let out a guttural moan. Still asleep though. Buffy turned her attention back to the task at hand and squirmed from feeling his flesh thickening further under her ministrations. A drop of liquid appeared at the tip and she glanced briefly at his face before swiping it with her forefinger and bringing it to her lips. She licked it skeptically.


Not that icky. Certainly not the best thing she’d ever tasted, but it was nice. Smooth. A part of Spike, which meant she loved it because she loved everything about him even though she hadn’t told him in a long time.


She grasped him again, exploring every vein and ridge on his flesh. His hand suddenly dug into her waist as he came to with a gasp. Feeling embarrassed, Buffy glanced up into his stormy eyes.


“Good morning?” she said.


He purred. “Luv, if you wanted to wank me, all you had to do was ask.”


Oh, that smirk on his face provoked her to do unspeakable things.


“Couldn’t help myself.”


His eyes turned dark and he cupped the back of her neck to bring her into a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. Before she could realize he’d leaned back, he was pushing her to lie on her side with his chest pressing into her back as he drew her thigh over his and slid inside in a few slow strokes.


“Oh, that’s… ugh.”


“You like it?” he asked with mischief in his voice as he caressed her breasts and stomach with his fingers, sinful lips teasing her neck.


Breathing too heavily, she only nodded and reached behind to touch him in any way she could.


“Buffy, Buffy, Buffy…. Love you.”


She wished she could see his face when he said it. To be the source of the all that focus radiating from his expressive eyes. All too soon, the pleasure was spiraling out of control as he quickened his thrusts, his fingers slipping over her clitoris. She flew over the edge, sensations exploding inside her before she could feel him follow her into completion.


When he pulled out of her, she missed the intimate contact immediately so she turned to face him, their lips softly touching in an unhurried kiss.


“What a way to wake up. We should do this every day,” he said.


She let out a laugh. “I’m all for it, but don’t know what Giles-”


'Oh shit. What if he finds out I’m not there? How late is it exactly?'


“Buffy?”


“Huh?”


“You spaced out there. You alright?”


She sat up and scrambled off the bed, rushing over to the dresser where her clothes-- which had dried during the night-- were draped over the chair. “I gotta go home. Spike, what time is it?”


“Don’t know. Seven or so?”


“Seven! Giles wakes up at six! Shit, I’m gonna be in so much trouble. What the hell am I going to say to him?”


While she yanked the clothes on, Spike crawled to the edge of bed, his nudity distracting her for a moment.


“What about telling him the truth?”


“What? You think I should tell my watcher I slept with a vampire all night?” She snorted. “He’d be so proud of me, I bet.”


He hung his head and picked at the linen, making her feel like she was the most insensitive person in the world. Not knowing what to do, Buffy knelt down and peered up at his hurt expression.


“That’s not how I meant it. I’m sorry. I’ll tell him, it’s just… I can imagine how disappointed he will be in me.”


The muscle in his cheek twitched.


“But I would never change anything about last night. You know how much it meant to me,” Buffy said.


“I thought so, but-”


“No buts. Spike, you’re the only one I…” She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that. Not Giles, not anyone.”


Shock washed over his face before he slid down next to her so he could stare her directly in the eyes.


“You do? Really? You’re not just mollycoddling me before giving me the brush off, are you?”


“Do you honestly think I’d say those words without meaning them?’


He shook his head and caressed her cheek. “Sorry for being so touchy. I get insecure, as you well know.”


“You’re not. I was just being a butthead. Sorry.”


“No more apologies. Tell me the other thing instead?”


“Umm… I like it when you’re naked?”


He growled.


“Okay, jeez,” she said then turned serious. “I love you.”


“If you don’t leave right now, I’m gonna shag you until you can’t walk.”


With a squeak, Buffy stood up then bent down briefly to give him a quick kiss before racing down the stairs.


She just hoped no catastrophe had happened while she was gone.


TBC