Chp 4 Breaking and Entering


As the rain slashed down, Spike rolled on top of Buffy, sheltering her a little, but within seconds they were both soaked through, her beautiful white dress lying a few yards away, a sodden mass.

She didn’t even notice - all she wanted was him. She tore at his jeans - her hands as strong as his, tearing at the zip until it broke and she could yank them down to where he could kick them off.

Oh god, now she had his body all to herself. She ran her hands over his tight backside, listening to the moans that were coming from her throat being joined by the sounds he was making.

Water cascaded off them but all she wanted, needed, was to have him inside her. She was made to take him. There was a part of her that only he could touch and she had to have it - now!

She ran her fingers down the steel shaft of his erection and howled with delight as he thrust her legs even further apart and plunged himself in.

God he was so big, she’d never take him all in, never, but she would, she could. He reared up above her, pulling out slightly, then ramming home again. His hands were at her breasts now, rubbing her nipples into tight wet pink buds.

Lightning cracked in the darkness and for a second she could see his face - eyes bright and feverish, tongue licking his lips, then he was moving again and she linked her ankles together behind his back and heard him grunt as he sank even deeper inside her where it was hot and silky and wet, wet, oh god, the rain was slicking off them but the fluids coming from her were hot, boiling.

‘What - do - you - want - me - to - do - Slayer!’ he pounded out with each thrust.

‘Fuck - me - harder! Harder. Oh god, make me come! Please. I need, I need, ” the breath left her as his pace quickened and he changed his angle slightly to hit against that place inside her that only he could find.

She was keening now, a high kitten noise that grew and grew as one of his fingers reached down, found her clit and began to finger fuck her into oblivion as his cock destroyed all the barriers she’d ever erected against giving in to love.

She could feel the surge inside him as he grew larger and harder and then everything went black and red as her orgasm hit her, not once but over and over again as her screams sent him wild and he roared into the night as his climax shook his body so hard she found it difficult to hold him.

She was shuddering when she came back to the real world. The rain on her bare skin was so cold. The only warm things she could feel were Spikes’ lips pressed to her breast. Which was ridiculous. How could he feel warmer than her? He was dead.

A terrific crash of thunder made her jump and Spike shook his head like a dog, drops of water flying in all directions.

His eyes focussed with difficulty and he glanced down at her. ‘You’re freezing, pet,” he said with concern and with a swift movement he was on his feet and pulling her naked form up with him.

‘Got to get you indoors and warm.”

‘W..w..here. H...h..how?”

Spike grabbed his duster from where it was lying in the mud and wrapped it round her. Then he picked her up, strode across the grass and pushed through the heavy undergrowth.

‘W...w...where we going?” Buffy gasped.

“Indoors!”

“Spike - I can walk. You don’t have to carry me!” she protested, struggling to get down.

“Slayer, you might not have noticed, but neither of us have much on in the way of clothes! The thorns in these bloody bushes will cut you to shreds. Be grateful my skin is thicker than yours! And stop wriggling or else....”

‘Or else what?”

He looked down at her briefly and grinned. He had water dripping from his hair but his smile was as wicked as ever. ‘You, Slayer, are turning into a right flirt tonight. If that’s what one glass of champagne does for you, remind me to give you more!”

She lay back in his arms, the duster keeping off most of the rain as he half ran through the undergrowth. It was pitch black, except for the streaks of lightning and she knew she wouldn’t have been able to see more than half a yard in front of her.

Then, suddenly, they were out of the wind, under a shelter of some kind. In the next lightning bolt, Buffy saw the gleam of a swimming pool and a small timber framed building. Spike let her slide from his arms and she huddled inside his coat, shivering.

“We need to get inside,” Spike said. “You’re freezing.”

“How? It’s all locked up and - ”’

The tinkle of breaking glass answered her as Spike used a rock to smash one of the little window panes in the door, reached in, swearing as the sharp edge cut his arm and unbolted the door.

“You’ve done that before,” Buffy muttered, but all her thoughts of taking the moral high ground and refusing to go inside vanished as the thunder peeled overhead and another shaft of lightning cracked down nearby.

She fled through the door and tried the light switch, but there was no power. Spike’s slim pale shape brushed past her and she began to giggle.

‘You’re really not dressed for breaking and entering! And we’re dripping all over their nice polished wood floor.”

Spike muttered something very rude under his breath and threw open a closet. “Here - Miss Flirty - put this on and dry your hair. I’m not going to be the one to face the Little Bit if you go down with pneumonia!”

He flung a thick towelling robe at her and she slid out of his duster and into the soft enveloping folds with a groan of relief. There were towels, too, to rub her hair and by the time she was half way dry, Spike had lit the fire already laid in the grate.

In the light of the flames, Buffy glanced round the little room. ‘What is this place?”

‘Reckon it’s a sort of cabin cum pool room, sweetheart. Film star who owns this place likes to party when he’s here. But that isn’t very often. The big house is all shut up. I checked that out when I was having a look at the lake earlier.”

Buffy curled up on the rug in front of the fire. She was drier now and warmer. Her muscles still jellyfied from what Spike had been doing to her when the storm broke. Her memories warmed her even further and she felt her cheeks flame.

Why was she acting like this? Nice normal girls didn’t have mad passionate sex in the pouring rain. They didn’t roll stark naked around in the grass and scream as their vampire lover fucked them stupid.

She tried to remember sleeping with Riley. It was difficult, like trying to recall a dream when you’re just waking from a deep sleep. Even when magic had been around, their love making had been - well, luke warm compared to what she’d just done with Spike.

But that, surely, was normal. Riley was a normal guy. He knew how a nice girl should act. He hadn’t seemed disappointed by her performance.

Buffy found herself trying not to laugh. She was imagining Riley’s face if she’d done to him what she’d just down to Spike.

Was she very bad? Had she come back from the dead with her moral and physical compass wrong?

She tried to picture herself explaining to Willow what she did with Spike, how he made her feel and couldn’t. Okay, Willow and Tara - no, she wouldn’t even let herself imagine what they did. Xander and Anya, euhhh, no. But whatever it was, she was sure they had boundaries, limits they didn’t exceed.

She no longer knew what her limits were. And, she faced the answer with an honesty that surprised her, with Spike she didn’t think she had any limits.

She yawned. It was no good. There was no solution to be found tonight. She could quite happily have gone to sleep, but that was not possible, of course. They would have to leave as soon as the storm passed, find their clothes and get back across the lake to their car.

Spike had found a short, midnight blue robe. His hair had dried in a riot of tiny curls and Buffy watched as he fed the fire with little sticks, as gravely intent as a small boy.
That was one of the other things she lov - liked so much about Spike. He wasn’t always talking.

He didn’t brood like Mr Dark and Broody, but he could let her be, let her think, without always having to chat.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you you shouldn’t play with fire?” she asked.

Spike shot her a quick grin. “Many times, pet. But then, I’ve always been bad, always liked to take chances.”

“I don’t believe you were bad at all when you were young,” she said and he looked up, startled.

“What put that ridiculous idea into your bonce?”

“Oh, things you’ve mentioned over the years.”

He shook his head, frowning. “Don’t go getting wrong notions about me, Slayer. I’ve done too many things you wouldn’t want to hear about and if you did, well, maybe you wouldn’t be too happy about being here with me tonight.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t bad now - although, hey chip! - but when you were my age. ”

Spike stared at the fire. William at twenty-one. He could picture him so clearly, even still remember the unquenchable desire to feel, to love, to experience - something different! Was it possible that he could explain to Buffy who he’d been, the man he’d been before that night Drusilla had decided to make herself a kill mate? Would she understand? Was it worth taking the chance?

The fire blazed up and the flames were reflected in Spike’s eyes. Buffy watched. He seemed about to speak, his gaze wasn’t on her now, but a long way and time away. She waited.

There was a steady hissing as some rain came down the chimney and died on the burning logs. Spike suddenly sniffed and his gaze came jolting back to the present. A deep growl broke from his lips. For a second he went into game face, then forced it away. ‘Blood, Slayer! I can smell blood.”

Buffy wiggled her foot at him. “It’s mine. I think I cut my toe on some of that glass when we were breaking in.”

‘Stupid bint! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s just a little cut, Spike. It’ll heal. Look!”

Spike took her foot and raised it to his mouth. She leant back on her elbows and watched, fascinated as he tenderly, delicately, licked at the cut She shivered at his cool touch, then went hot as she saw he was gazing straight up her leg to where the robe had fallen open across her thighs.

A log cracked and sparks shot up the chimney. Buffy crawled over the floor into his arms, tasting her own blood on his lips as they possessed hers with the arrogance of a warrior with his mate.

She gasped as his hands pulled at the belt holding her robe together .

“Again?”

“Oh, yes, pet,” he muttered thickly, and tangled his hands deep into the damp blond hair that spilled across her shoulders. ‘We haven’t even begun yet.”

“I thought we were having a normal date,” she whispered, feverishly pushing off his robe to get at his smooth skin with her teeth and nails. Oh god, he was growing again, so big, so hard. Every time she knew she wouldn’t be able to take him in and every time, oh god....

And as his body swooped down on hers she heard him say, “For us, this is normal, luv!”

to be continued