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True Colors by TalesofSpike
 
Chapter 3:02
 
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SECTION 3 - DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT

When I passed you in the doorway
You took me with a glance
I should have taken the last bus home
But I asked you for a dance.

.But I'm dancing in the moonlight
It's caught me in its spotlight
It's alright, alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On the long hot summer night

(Thin Lizzy [written by Phil Lynott], Album Bad Reputation)



Chapter 3.02
Wednesday, May 8th, 2002

Buffy woke a couple of hours later, thankful that the sky was still dark overhead and unaware how much of the night still remained. She shifted slightly and was rewarded by a twitch of Spike's rapidly swelling cock inside her. She knew he was still asleep though. Although he didn't need to, as soon as he was awake he began breathing whether by instinct or a trick he had picked up over the years to make his vampiric nature that little bit harder to spot. Either way, it was now so much second nature that if his chest wasn't moving he was asleep.

She was torn between awakening him gently, possibly initiating another bout of lovemaking and yelling his head off for falling asleep in the open like that. In the end, she couldn't resist the urge to start moving up and down over him. Her hands and mouth explored the muscles in his chest, arms and abdomen, tracing their sharply defined lines. Gentle caresses and movement failed to wake him though he moaned in his sleep. She bit down on his left nipple and was rewarded by that hitch of his chest as he pulled in his first breath of the day.

"Bloody hell, woman." Spike's eyes flashed open and he met her gaze as she pulled on his nipple with her teeth, her hips still moving in a steady rhythm. "I hope you plan to wake me up like this every morning."

"That depends on whether you manage to get yourself cremated, falling asleep in the open. It'd be hard to do this." Reaching behind her she took his scrotum into her hand, cupping his balls and then squeezing them till he gasped. ".to a big pile of dust."

"Do I get the impression you're a bit annoyed with me, my little dove?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"It's okay, love. We've only been asleep for an hour or two. There's at least another couple of hours before dawn."

"At least I won't need to stop what I'm doing in the middle and rush you back to the car, then." Buffy used her slayer strength to squeeze him tight inside her. "But I might stop anyway just to teach you a lesson for scaring me." She froze in place, only to find herself rolled onto her back with her lover leaning over her.

"But do you want to miss out on this?" He nibbled on her earlobe. "Or this?" His fingers teased her nipples, flicking them and rolling them. "Or this?" He slid a hand down her body, coming to rest at the juncture of her thighs and rubbing her clit and then squeezing it hard.

Buffy gasped at the last, but was undeterred. They did missionary last time, no way they were getting that predictable this soon. "Not convinced," she answered and immediately regretted it as he pulled back out withdrawing completely.

He worked his way down her body, pausing to nibble at his mark before taking a winding path all around her right nipple, despite her attempts to shift so that he would take it into his mouth. Then over to her left, this time moving immediately to the sensitive flesh suckling and teasing the bullet hard tip with his teeth before trailing kisses down the side of her ribs. His tongue left a narrow diagonal trail from the bottom of her ribs on one side to her hipbone on the other pausing to circle her navel. He sucked on her hipbone hard enough to leave a hickey before his tongue traced the salty crease between her leg and her stomach.

Buffy sighed in anticipation and her legs spread wide as she felt his tongue probe her lips spreading them open, working from her sopping opening up to the sensitive bundle of nerves. He used a variety of techniques returning often to those that made his woman moan or thrash underneath him or pull at his hair to bring him closer. He swiftly pulled the rings from his left hand and slid first two then three fingers inside her curving them slightly as he drove them in and out so that they rubbed against that sweet spot inside. He waited until she was on the verge of climax and then stilled all his motion.

"Convinced yet?"

"Convinced. Ple-ease, Spike." The slayer's reply was little more than a moan, but it was enough. Spike resumed his ministrations, his eyes intent on her face as he brought her again to the point of orgasm, this time biting down on her clit to finally push her over. As the last flutterings were dying away, he pulled himself back up her body and thrust inside her, Before he could get a rhythm going he was rolled over once more onto his back, finding himself back in a similar position to when he woke up.

"My turn to drive," Buffy insisted. Her legs were still shaking, but not so much that she couldn't manage this. She started with a slow rhythm, raising and lowering herself with an obvious effort on trembling legs, but as the last tremors died away she decided on another plan. She lowered herself hard and fast one last time, grinding against him till she felt his curls against her lips, till every possible millimetre was inside her. She concentrated on the muscles that surrounded him, imagining first that the muscles nearest the base of his dick were clamping around him like a ring, then she visualised the effect rippling upwards through her inner muscles until she held him tight all over. She held herself like that for a fraction of a second and then relaxed.

Opening eyes she hadn't realised that she'd closed, she looked down onto her lover's face. "Spike, could you feel that?" she asked shyly.

The normally verbose vampire merely nodded his assent.

"Good?" she asked.

Another nod.

"Better than.?" She raised herself once more until only his tip remained inside her and again lowered herself hard onto him, taking in every last bit of him.

Spike gasped for breath for a second before he replied. "Different."

"Okay, I'm going to practice for a bit. If you want me to try it faster or slower, tell me."

"C'm'ere first, pet," he said, his voice thick and low.

She obliged him, leaning forward into his embrace. His mouth claimed hers in a sensual kiss and his arms held her to him. She felt as if she were wrapped in a cocoon of love; his arms were a safe haven she never wanted to leave. So she didn't. She eventually pulled away from his kiss letting her cheek rest against his. She knew she couldn't retain the required level of concentration whilst he was kissing her.

Spike let himself relax completely, for once not trying to hold off his own completion knowing that that alone was Buffy's aim. She was making it all about him, and somehow he loved her just that little bit more because of it.

She began again, repeating her previous actions again and again, envisaging her muscles milking his smooth firm cock. Gradually she became more sure of what she was doing and was able to go slightly faster. All the time Spike provided whispers of encouragement, letting her know the effect she was having on him. Spike didn't hold back his demon when it tried to emerge instead he just nuzzled against Buffy's neck, finding the spot where his mark was and biting down on it so softly even his sharp demon teeth failed to break the skin. He ensured his teeth were aligned with the previous marks.

As his semen spilled deep inside her he pushed down hard enough for just his fangs to pierce the healing scar tissue. He sucked at the fresh wounds until he felt her come, her muscles fluttering around him as she fastened her teeth on his neck and bit down not quite hard enough to break the skin. As she stilled he licked her wound clean and reaffirmed his claim.

"Mine," he growled, his face still in demon form.

"Yours," she confirmed. "Forever."

As he changed back to human form, he pulled her even tighter against him, so that she wouldn't see the glitter in his eyes that betrayed his disappointment. He could tell that she had wanted to make her own claim, and though he knew she had made the right choice in waiting a large part of him was grieved by the delay. He didn't see that same look of disappointment on her own face.

After they had lain together for several minutes Buffy moved against him kissing the spot where she had bitten him earlier. "Still time for that swim?" she asked.

"Sure, love, provided we don't get distracted again," he relaxed his hold allowing her to sit up and climb off him.

Glancing down as she reached her feet, she couldn't help but smirk. Spike wasn't slow to pick up on the look and man enough to be paranoid about the direction she'd been looking in. "What's so funny, pet?"

"You. Do you ever keep your mind off sex long enough for that thing to go down completely? I thought men were supposed to have some sort of recovery time."

"'S not like my blood supply's got anywhere else to go, and yeah, there are occasions when you're not around or we're both fully clothed when it behaves. Are you complainin'?"

"No, just amazed .and flattered." She took his hand and led him down to the water.

She soon discovered that his movement was as graceful in the water as out of it. Powerful muscles pulled his svelte frame through the waves with ease and efficiency. For a while they raced each other, just floating next to each other while she regained her breath afterwards. They fooled around splashing each other and playing tag, but after a while he was still raring to go while she felt more like floating and vegging out. She smirked to herself as she remembered that there had briefly been some spin-off series to Baywatch called Baywatch Nights. If they'd used footage like what she was watching now, then the female viewers would have been enough to stop it getting cancelled.

Suddenly with a flash of his milk-white rear he jack-knifed under the waves. Buffy stopped swimming, regaining her footing on the sand and scanned the water around her. That part of her vampire radar attuned specifically to him told her he was coming closer all the time. She knew he wouldn't approach from the direction she'd last seen him but didn't know which way he would choose. It was dark enough that she still failed to pin down the direction he approached from, but when his arms wrapped round her and held her tight rather than ducking her beneath the waves she didn't care. She just relaxed and luxuriated in the feel of his wet body against hers as the waves crashed against them.

She felt like she'd been an idiot refusing to go out with Spike for so long, but then she'd thought his idea of a date would be taking her with him when he went to play poker, or letting her watch while he played pool at the Bronze. She hadn't thought he would take her swimming or dance with her or anything she would enjoy.

"Spike, do you know how to skate?"

"Yeah, not that I've done it in. quite a while. Could be a bit rusty. Why do you ask?"

"'Cause you owe me an ice-skating date." She said it as if it were an obvious fact of life.

"Huh? You've lost me on that one, love."

"He Who Shall Not etc. was supposed to go ice-skating with me, only the guy from the Order of Taraka showed up about the same time he did. Killed guy. Found ring. Date wigged out. No rain check. You owe me a date."

"Guess I do, then. I'll see what I can arrange when we get back home. Any other important events I've caused you to miss over the years?" he asked. Even with her back to him she could tell he was smiling.

"I'm sure I'll think of some. That's the only one with him. Apart from the Bronze and one trip to the cinema, that was the only time we went anywhere."

Spike snorted. "And I bet he met you inside when you went to the Bronze."

"Well, yeah, but."

She could tell he was shaking his head slightly even though she couldn't see it, so she turned in his arms to face him.

"What?" she asked impatiently.

"This guy was your big first love?

Sounds to me like you were alone at the ice rink, if that's where you took out Cyclops. Guess you broke in? He lets you pay your own cover charge for the club and if he paid for your cinema ticket I bet it was some arty farty foreign film you wouldn't have chosen to go and see in a month of Sundays. Even with a soul he'll still pinch every penny till it squeaks. Did he ever pay for you both to go out and do something you wanted to do? Take you for a meal? Anything?"

"No, guess not," she replied, wondering who she was more annoyed at; Spike for pointing it out and being chauvinist enough to assume the man should pay, Angel for never taking her anywhere or herself for never noticing.

"All water under the bridge now anyway, love. If you want to have time to eat and not have to rush back to the car after, we'd best go in now."

"Okay. Let's go see what your idea of a picnic is."

By the time they walked back to where they had left their clothes Buffy was shivering. Despite her protests about leaving salt marks where her hair was dripping he wrapped her damp form in his duster. He somehow managed to get his jeans on despite being damp. She helped as he unpacked the cooler. For someone who didn't have to eat he seemed to know more about picnics than Riley.

There were two tubs, obviously from some sort of salad bar, one with fruit salad, the other a pasta salad. As well as a couple of cans of diet soda there were two half-size bottles of wine, one white, one red. He'd picked up four pre-packed sandwiches in a variety of fillings, two in crusty white rolls and two made with granary bread. There was a packet of tortilla chips and a small tub of salsa. The finishing touch was the two fresh cream chocolate eclairs. He'd even packed paper plates and plastic tumblers and cutlery, even serviettes.

"I didn't think I was hungry until I saw this lot," Buffy commented.

"You should be. The only thing you've eaten since whatever you had for breakfast yesterday was half a pizza and that was nearly ten hours ago," Spike retorted.

"I guess when you put it like that."

Between the two of them they managed to go through about three-quarters of the contents of the cooler before they gave up. This was despite Spike's refusal to touch anything healthy and Buffy making Spike look the other way before she would eat her chocolate éclair, insisting that they didn't have time for him to start getting ideas. "As if," he said, "wearing nothing but my coat wasn't giving me ideas already."

Spike threw the leftovers back into the cooler and grabbed his T-shirt, quickly pulling it over his head. Ten minutes and two menthol cigarettes later the couple were winding their way back to the car.

"So what have you got planned now?" Buffy looked over at platinum blond. "Any more unexpected detours?"

"Nope. Just motel, shower, crash." As she more than half expected a wicked grin was flashed in her direction when he mentioned showering.

"So where does the phone call come in, that you mentioned earlier?"

"That would be on your to-do list for tomorrow," the vampire replied.

"And what exactly is on my to-do list for tomorrow?"

"Ring Bit before she goes to school. Have fun. Pick up some money for me. Put some of it in that account you have for the wedding. Give some to the cheerleader to get some stuff for the kid. Dump enough into your current account to make sure you're solvent and up to date on your bills for at least the next month and bring the rest back for me. Be back early enough that we get home to eat with Bit tomorrow night, barring emergencies."

"And what's on your to-do list for tomorrow?" Buffy asked, somewhat perturbed by the apparent length of hers.

"Speak to Bit. Hide from the sun. Drive milady home when she's ready."

"Sounds like you've got the easier deal," she accused.

"True, but easier isn't always better," agreed her fiancé.

"Do I get the car?" Buffy asked.

The muscles in Spike's jaw clenched up at the thought of Buffy driving his baby again, but he was brave. LA just wasn't a city where you could get around without a car. "Sure, love, long as you make sure you both come back in one piece. I'd say see if the Princess wanted to go with you and get her to drive, but I suspect she'll be glued to Peaches till the prodigal comes home. And I don't care if you do find a flaky patch on the windshield, don't pick at it. It isn't nail polish."

"Anything else or do I have to sign some contract in my own blood first? I hate to think what you'd be like about a new car. I bet you don't even own that thing anyway."

"Do you? And if I'd stolen it, why wouldn't I have just stolen another newer one whenever I felt like it?"

"You mean you actually bought that. it's a bit old." In deference to Spike's feelings she shied away from the word, "wreck".

"Didn't say I bought it. Won it brand new in a poker game from a guy who owned a dealership. And it may be old but it's probably been in storage for more than half its life, so be nice." Spike defended the vintage vehicle.

"Yeah, but you hardly qualify in the "one careful owner" category."

"Just so long as you're careful. I might be upset if something happened to the car. It'd break me if something happened to you. And you wouldn't want me to be forced to ask Harris to come to our rescue."

 
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