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Chapter Four
 
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Chapter Four

When Buffy stirred some time later she was surprised to feel the softness of the bed beneath her naked body. Feeling a delicious ache in her well-used muscles she began to stretch her limbs. Her eyes snapped open as she heard the clinking of the chains and felt the manacles encircling her wrists and ankles. Frantic eyes searched the room and quickly spotted Spike’s naked form sitting in a nearby chair, watching her calmly.

“Spike.” Buffy despised the tremor in her voice. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her situation. Naked. Chained. Defenceless. Taking a deep breath she brought her eyes back to his and held his gaze steadily. “Take off the chains Spike.”

An evil smile slowly spread across his full lips. “No.”

Trying to spring from the bed Buffy found she could only raise her limbs a few scant inches. Fear lanced through her as she realised she wouldn’t be able to break the chains. “Let me go Spike.”

Slowly Spike rose from the chair and came to kneel beside the bed. “Shhh Buffy,” he spoke quietly, his voice laced with his innate sensuality. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He trailed one finger lightly down the centre of her body. She stilled at his touch, caught between the pleasure of his caress and uncertainty about what he would do next.

Using his whole hand now to stroke and stimulate her body he continued to speak in a low voice. “I was watching you sleep when it occurred to me that while you’ve been missing out on giving up control, there has most definitely been another thing lacking in your life.”

Buffy found her body turning into his caress, moving to accommodate his hands. Now she lifted heavy lids to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

Leaning over her he hovered, his lips almost touching one hardened nipple. He turned his head just enough to look into her eyes. “You need to have control stripped away.”

With sudden gusto he latched onto her nipple, sucking it hard between his teeth. Buffy cried out in surprise. Pleasure shot through her and she arched her back, pressing herself against his mouth. All thought flew from her mind as his hands travelled her body, worshipping every inch of skin. His expert fingers were gentle, whisper-soft, and yet she felt as if electricity tripped and played everywhere he touched.

Reaching for him, she whimpered in frustration when the chains held her back. Raising his head from her breast he smile gently at her and moved to settle his body over hers, giving her the contact she craved. He kissed her with a tenderness that left her aching for more. She sighed softly as he nuzzled her neck, then began to work his way down her body.

She closed her eyes, her breath held, as he came to rest between her thighs. She could feel his cool breath against her sensitive flesh and a desperate sound escaped her. Then she felt his fingers slide into her at the same time as he gently sucked on the hard nub of her desire. She shattered. The world falling away with a quiet intensity she’d never known. Vaguely she was aware of him removing the manacles from her limbs and lying down beside her, drawing her sated body into his arms.

“So perfect.” Still floating in the aftermath of her completion she snuggled closer at his quiet words. “My beautiful Buffy.”

Tilting her head back she brush his lips with hers, sighing when her body stirred against his. “Spike,” she moaned as she rolled on top of him and captured his mouth in a tender kiss.

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Buffy blushed when she realised every piece of clothing she’d worn into Spike’s crypt had been shredded. What am I going to wear home now? Turning toward the bed she saw that he had awakened and was watching her quietly. Coming closer she sat on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Tentatively she reached out to gently stroke his cheek and smiled softly when his eyes drifted closed and he turned into her hand, giving the palm a small kiss.

She knew she should be furious about what had happened last night. At him, but mostly at herself. But curiously, she felt only calm, peaceful. After he’d removed the restraints they’d made love for hours. Seemingly caught in a place where only they existed. They’d brought each other pleasure time and time again, always wanting more. It had been the most incredible night of her life. She couldn’t find it in her heart to betray that by regretting it in the harsh light of day. The look in his eyes told her that he didn’t regret it either.

Shyly she looked down, indicating the blanket wrapped around her nakedness. “I seem to be experiencing a wardrobe problem.”

Spike smirked at her. “Oh I don’t know pet. I kind of like you like that.”

Tossing him a mock glare she replied, “Yeah, well somehow I don’t think walking across town like this is a great idea.”

Rising from the bed Spike paused long enough to don a pair of black jeans before picking up his leather duster and handing it to her. “You can wear this home if you’d like.”

Buffy gratefully drew the duster around her and shimmied out of the blanket underneath. She liked the feel of the leather against her bare skin, the way the smell of Spike surrounded her. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Their eyes locked and before they realised what was happening they found themselves in each other’s arms. Hungry mouths joined in a desperate kiss. Both knew that before long they would end up on opposing sides of a battle. He was a vampire. She was the Slayer. It was inevitable. But in that moment, there was time for one last taste of shared passion.

Finally, Buffy forced herself to break away, bereft at the loss of his touch. Then, quickly turning away, she walked out into the early morning sunlight, closing the door quietly behind her.
 
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