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Love Comes to Town by Soul of the Rose
 
Chapter Seven ~ I Woke Up in Love This Morning
 
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Chapter Seven ~ I Woke Up in Love This Morning

“ Do dreams come true? Well if they do then I’ll have you,
Not just for one night, but for all of my life.
I woke up in love this morning –
Went to sleep with you on my mind.”

~ The Partridge Family



She lay back into the pillow still trembling. She’d just had THE BEST, most intense, incredible orgasm of her life. And she hadn’t even been touched – not by herself (she checked) or anyone else. It was from a dream…a fucking dream.

*About Spike.*

“Fuck.”

It all came flooding back to her. How he had looked at her, how he had touched her. What she thought. How it felt. She remembered everything as if it were an actual event. It certainly felt real. She was still sweating from exertion, and her whole body was sensitive to the touch – as if she’d been making love all night. Which she supposed, she had. With SPIKE.

*Oh. My. God.*

As far as her body was concerned she’d spent all of last night having the sex of a lifetime with her sworn enemy. (Formerly sworn?) And unlike most dreams, this one showed no sign of fading with the morning light. If anything it was growing more vivid, little details trickling back into her brain. Things she said. Things he said.

“ You know how much I love to taste you.”

Buffy’s face colored at the memory of his words. His sweet, dirty words. She felt the flush spread down her neck to her chest, followed by a warm tingle that went to her nipples and…further. She flashed to a memory of him on top of her, inside of her – his voice rough and low in her ear.

“ Come for me, Buffy…”

And she felt like she nearly could - RIGHT NOW, because it was so, so real. She could almost feel him sliding his hard length into her, could almost hear his voice commanding her. She gave a little involuntary moan and then cursed herself for doing it.

“ Fuck!”

I am so fucked. What’s the matter with me?

One crazy little sex dream (about Spike) and she was falling to pieces. It was the most intense, amazing (orgasm) dream of her life granted, but still. It was just (sex) a dream, and dreams could be interpreted in many ways. She’d read that in Cosmo. The sex might just represent something else…like…like…working something out with Spike or something. It could represent the stress that she felt about their changing roles in each other’s lives. Sounds good, right?

*Yes, Dr. Summers – now tell me another one.*

Her traitorous mind was far from convinced. ‘Cause dreams about “changing roles” didn’t make you come in your panties now did they? And they sure as hell didn’t leave you a trembling wreck that was hungry for more. Which is exactly what she was, if she’d just admit it to herself.

*No I will not! I do not want Spike! I want a nice, normal guy…who…who can take me on picnics in theSUN. And out for drives, and can meet my family and friends without terrifying them. I want Riley.NOT SPIKE. Riley, Riley, Riley!*

Except that Riley, for all his wonderfully droll normalcy, didn’t make her feel even half of what Spike had made her feel IN A DREAM. And didn’t even approach the neighborhood of making her come like that. In fact, if she were to be honest, half the time he didn’t make her come AT ALL. And when he did, they were nice, polite WASP-y little orgasms that ended in a well-bred gasp. Not the toe-curling screamers that woke not just the neighbors, but the actual dead.

(Not like Spike)

“Fuck.”

She had no idea what to do with this new information. She was quite literally stunned. She’d never thought about Spike that way before.

*Oh, please!*

Her mind scoffed at her.

*Admit it, you know you’ve thought about him this way – since the beginning.*

Well, maybe. Maybe she had thought he was kinda sexy. And intriguing. Maybe.

*And this isn’t the first dream about Spike is it?*

No, there had been other dreams – nightmares! She insisted to herself.

*Oh, come on! This isn’t even the first sex dream you’ve had about him!*

Hey! Since when did her brain get so argumentative anyway?

*Don’t change the subject; you know I’m right. You’ve dreamed about him, you’ve thought about him and – be honest now – you’ve even gotten yourself off thinking about him. And last time you were with Riley-*

NO!

*Yes.*

No…

*Yes, you want him. You want Spike. Admit it – at least to yourself.*

“Fuck.”

Eros grinned mischievously, floating on a current of air just outside her window. He could see the look of consternation on her face. And feel the sexual heat and desire for the vampire just radiating off of her. She was so close. The dream he’d given her had obviously done its job. Nothing fancy, just a simple glimpse of what “could be ”. He was doing her a favor, really – look at what they could have together! Few mortals (or immortals even) ever experienced Love like that.

It was the boy really; his heart was capable of infinite Love. He had seen that clearly the first night. And really what better match for her? Who else but a vampire could survive the Love of a Slayer? Who could match her in strength, in stamina? Who could withstand the sheer heat of her affections? And frankly, who was man enough for the job? The Slayer herself was part demon; only another demon would be able to be her true partner. Any attempt with a normal man would be doomed from the start; her Slayer essence would either eat him alive or drive him away. For that matter, it would take a rather spectacular vampire to take her on. Not many would even dare.

He wondered if it had ever been tried before, if other vampires had loved Slayers. He’d have to look that up in the Akashik Records. He supposed not though, for surely he would have been called to create, or at least protect, such a union. If he wasn’t it must not have been ordained, something not meant to be which would therefore never last.

He shook himself from his reverie. There was still much to do. This union certainly was meant to be, and it would take time to build it before it could stand on its own. The girl still needed convincing. But looking at her, her face deep in thoughts of her intended, Eros thought it wouldn’t take much. A little push here, an elegant prod there and viola!

A coupling legends were made of.
 
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