It's Not Enough

By:  Morrigan


A/N:  Well, here we go.  We finally get some Spuffy.  Yay!  Thanks to you guys who have stuck it out, and left such great reviews.  They really and truly make my day and leave me on cloud 9!  Please keep 'em coming! *Hugs*

Thanks again, blacknblue2.  You make me seem so much better, than I really am!

Disclaimer:  All characters are property of Joss Whedon and ME.  That being said, let's get on with it, shall we?


It was everything he no longer dared to hope for, to hold her in his arms again.  To feel her warm lips on his, her hair cascading all around him like gossamer sunshine as thier kiss deepened, thier tongues coming together in a silent dance.

His hands traveled over her lithe body, while hers roamed over the plains of his shoulders and chest.

This kiss was a far cry from anything the two of them had previously shared.  Absent, was the struggle and fight for dominance, which was the trademark of their past encounters.  Almost innocent in its simplicity, and yet, somehow more intoxicating than any other before it.

So caught up was he in her unexpected attentions, that Spike couldn't really have said when it was that he lost his shirt.  Or, for that matter, how the buttons of her blouse had become un-done, as if by magic.  His only focus being on the sensations of his cool skin being warmed by hers, the way her nails tickled across his back and shoulders, leaving little sparks of electricity to follow in their wake.

Eventually, Buffy rose to her knees, backing away slightly, while Spike followed her, unwilling to relinquish contact, even for a second, for fear that it would be gone forever.  A whine of protest coming from him as he did so, one that was quickly followed by a contented groan as she crawled smoothly astride his lap, nestling him snugly between the junction of her legs, rising upon her knees, slightly, before bringing herself back down, slowly and deliberately grinding her heat against the burgeoning evidence of his desire.

Christ, what this slip of a girl could do to him!  His hands came around to fondle her breasts, pushing the lace fabric of her bra down and exposing her hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers and earning himself a throaty moan from the girl above him.

His head fell back as her lips left his mouth to trail down along his jaw and follow the line of his neck with feather light licks and kisses that seemed to burn him as they passed, before she reached the place between his neck and shoulder, where she began to suck and tug on his skin, lightly, with her blunt teeth.

His eyes rolled at the instinctive emotions that she unknowingly stirred to life with her seemingly innocent actions.  His hand unconsciously came up to tangle in her golden locks, encouraging her to continue her seductively lulling attentions.

His other hand slid back around to firmly grasp her backside, pulling her more firmly to himself as she continued to rock teasingly against him, driving him mad with the promise of her heat, even through the restrictive confines of their jeans.

And, yet... the most delirious sensation of all was still the one caused by her administrations on his throat.  He felt almost ashamed of this, as he knew that she couldn't have any idea of what her actions mimicked, much less, the implications of what they promised.
 She would never want him in that way, he knew.  She may share her body with him, but never her soul...

The feeling of her hand tugging open the buttons on his jeans snapped him out of his reverie, just before her fingers wrapped around his throbbing erection and began to pump him rhythmically in time with each sucking pull she took against his skin.

'Oh, I am thoroughly buggered,' he thought to himself as both sensations seemed to clash together in a dizzying ebb and flow of lust verses need.  He wanted her.  He wanted to pretend that she knew what she was doing to him, and meant it.  To lose himself in his fantasy of her finally accepting him to be hers.

But, what he *needed* to do was make her stop.  Not allow her to make him feel this way, because she didn't understand.  And, to allow it to continue was wrong.  She couldn't even comprehend.  It would be like...  Like taking advantage of a child.  It would be like rape.

He shuddered as the thought entered his mind.   He couldn't allow himself to indulge in anything with her that she couldn't fully grasp.  Even if it was all in his head.

But there was nothing saying he couldn't still shag her senseless!

Seeking to break the spell that she had unwittingly cast over him, he pulled back a bit, just enough to break her grip on his neck, and turned her face in an attempt to catch her lips with his.  His other hand reached around to fumble with the button and zip on her jeans.

He was surprised as she broke away from his kiss, batted his hand away and looked into his eyes with a curious expression.  Her lips curled into a sweetly seductive smile and he noticed that her eyes had brightened again, changing from her natural color to the glittering, cat's eye, green.

"I want you."  She purred, her eyes seemed to bore through him and into his soul.  Her fingers trailed lazy circles around the head of his swollen cock, sliding over the weeping tip and through the moisture there, before gripping him once more, stroking him slowly in a squeeze and release motion from base to tip.

"Oh God, Buffy, you know I want you,"  Spike responded.  His hand reached back for the waistband of her jeans, edging its way back to where she had just removed it, confusing him as she pushed him away again.

"Then, what is it, Luv?"  He asked, his brows knitting together as he sought to understand her actions, which spoke such a contradiction to her words.  "Why won't you let me please you?"

Changing tactics, he lowered his voice to a sultry whisper, as he said,  "I know how to please you.  Can make your toes curl..."

For the moment, Buffy was too pre-occupied with listening to his words, and watching his mouth, - particularly the way his tongue settled against his teeth, curling as he said the word - to stop him, as his hand found its way back, once again, and began to un-do her
jeans.

"Your eyes roll back in your head..."

Her eyes fluttered, and did just that, as his cool hand slipped inside and began stroking lightly against her clit, which was already swollen and over-sensitized by all the rubbing she had been doing just moments before.  Her head tilted back, and she moaned softly as she surrendered herself to his touch.

"You know I can make you scream."

He pulled her back to him then, kissing her deeply and thoroughly.  He smiled to himself as he felt her melt into his arms.  'Now, let's see about gettin' rid o' the rest o' these blasted clothes,' he thought, and was just seeing to doing that, when she broke their kiss again and went right back to his neck!

'Shit!'  He cursed inwardly, as she began sucking on the exact same spot he thought he had distracted her from.  'What *is* it with her, tonight!'

"Buffy..."  He stammered,  "Buffy, Luv...  C'mon..."

"Hmmm..."   Was the only response he got out of her.  He could see that she wasn't going to let go, even to give him a proper response!  And...  'Is the crazy bint tryin' to bite me?  Surely, she isn't...'

He resisted his demon which was trying to come to the fore, howling its consent of what it deemed as the coming of a claim from a worthy mate.  He pushed it back, intent on keeping his head about him, when he felt it.

'Son of a bitch!'  His mind shouted, as he felt the unmistakable sting of fangs, as Buffy scraped them over his throat, a low growl coming from her chest as she set her jaw, working as though trying to find the best angle to get a grip.

"Bloody Hell!"  He bellowed suddenly, causing Buffy to jump in surprise, as he pushed her roughly away from him.  "What in the blazin' hell do you think you're playin at, Slayer?!"

"He stood up, refastened his pants, and fixed her with a furious stare, his chest rising and falling extravagantly with each unnecessary breath he took.

"I...  I dont know."  Buffy answered him softly, looking more like a scolded little girl than the sexy seductress of mere seconds ago.  she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him with wide, nervous eyes, before averting them to stare at the floor, instead.  "I thought...  I wanted to..."

"Wanted to what?"  He shot back at her.  "Play vampire?  Oh, lookie what I can do!  Let's see what Spike does when I do this?  You know, for someone who has such a large list of do's and dont's that apply to yourself, you sure have a lot of disregard for what you do to me!"

Buffy still hadn't raised her eyes, as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.  "I'm sorry," she said meekly.  "I didn't mean to...  I mean..."  She turned her teary eyes back up to his before she finished.  "I dont know what I was doing.  Something just...  Something made me feel like..."  Her words broke off in a broken sob, as she buried her face in her hands.

Spike continued to glare at her for a moment, from where he stood.  After pulling his shirt back on, he stared at the sobbing wreck of a girl for a moment longer, and felt his anger turn inward, instead. &nspJust like he had suspected, she had not a clue as to what she was doing.  But, instead of her using her new little accessories to toy with him, her
demon had taken advantage of the situation and decided to sport a little power play.

He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, mentally counting to ten as he tried to calm down.  When he opened his eyes again, he walked back to the edge of the bed, conflicted about what to say next.

Part of him wanted desperately to comfort her.  But another part told him that she needed to understand that, like it or not, there were certain lines that couldn't be crossed with him.  And, if her demon had taken a dominant fancy to his, she needed to learn to get control of the situation.  After all, he knew for a fact that *she* didn't feel the same way...

"Buffy," he spoke her name softly, as he came to sit in front of her.  He put his hand underneath her chin, tilting her face back up toward his.  "Buffy, I need you to look at me, Pet."

Begrudgingly, she did as he asked, her red, tear filled eyes locked onto his, as he told her gently, but sternly, "You must never, never
do that again, alright?  You dont want to."

She held his gaze for a moment, before sniffing and wiping her eyes with the heels of her hands.  He wasn't yelling at her anymore, but he still looked pretty serious...  And, she still didn't really understand what had happened.

"Spike...  I know it's not fun to get bitten...  I say that from first hand experience.  And, I'm sorry...  I dont know what came over me, cause usually...  Eww...  I wouldn't do that."  She made a sour face which changed quickly to one of retrospection before she asked him, "But, if it made you so mad, how come you seemed ok with it, at first?"

"I wasn't," Spike clarified to her, instantly.  It's just that, well, to *you* it might not sound like a pleasurable thing, but to a vamp, or to someone who is receiving a claim, it can be...  Very much so, in fact.  And, so it can be a little distracting.

"A claim?"  She quipped, "What kind of *claim* could make a bite feel like anything other than a bite?"

Spike lit a smoke and looked to the ceiling as he answered her.  "A mating claim, Luv.  Which is what I think your demon had a hankerin' for."

"So..."  Buffy frowned, trying to wrap her mind around what he was telling her.  "So, it's like a sex thing?  And, vampires think it feels good?"  She blinked, and thought this over for a moment.  "Then, how is that bad, for you?"

Spike sighed and flicked his ashes on the floor.  "No.  It's not just about sex, Luv.  It's about choosing a mate.  Forever.  The claim, if accepted, binds the person to you as yours.  There is no breaking it.  It leaves a mark that never fades, and it is like a beacon to any other creature of the night that you are owned by the one who marked you...   And, all this doesn't really matter, Pet, because it's not happening again.  C'mon, Let's get you all pulled together, and we'll walk back home."

Buffy still had a lot of questions running around in her head as she tied her hair back and straightened her clothes.  Just as they were getting ready to climb the stairs to the upper level, she touched his arm and asked one more question, that was bugging her.

"So, not that I *want* to do that again, because...  Yuck!  But, if I had done that, you wouldn't have accepted this claim, or whatever, and everything would have been ok,
right?  I mean, no mystical ownership or anything like that, so no harm done?"

Spike looked down at her for a long moment, different emotions flashing through his eyes as he pondered how to answer her question.

When he finally spoke, his words left her with more questions than when she started.

"It won't happen again, Buffy."  He said, firmly, in a tone that left no room for questioning.  "And, you dont needed a claim to tell you that I've always been yours."

Buffy blinked back fresh tears as she watched him ascend the stairs, taking a moment to catch her breath before she began to follow him.