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The 2nd Night


Buffy wasn’t at all sure what to get. All she knew was the sun had already gone down, and time she could have been spending with her lover, she was instead spending getting bare necessities. She had already gone by the abandoned butchers, and was very lucky to have found some refrigerated blood. She made sure to get plenty extra, just in case she was unable to find any fresh again.

Now she picked through the aisles of the grocery store, looking for things she wouldn’t mind eating. She could have anything she wanted, but the completely abandoned place was actually starting to give her the wiggins. She picked out cereal, scooped some fruit bars into her bag, some vegetables for salad and some diet coke. She already barely had room to carry everything.

She was tired, and she really didn’t want to be tired. She had spent a wonderful, and healing day with Spike, and she didn’t want it to end simply because she was tired.

While heading out of the store, she was surprised to feel a tingling move up her spine to warn of the presence of a vampire. Buffy was in a simple shopping center, and the store she was taking supplies from had two entrances. Across the parking lot, from the other entrance, emerged a figure in all black. Buffy couldn’t help but grin as she saw the platinum blonde hair and the leather duster he wore.

Spike was leaving the store with a single bag in hand. Buffy found herself curious about the bag, and about what could be so important that he would dash to the store as soon as the sun set when he knew she was already there.

“Spike?” she called out to him, but he was too far across the parking lot to hear.

He wasn’t dashing back to the house, but he was already getting further and further ahead of her, since he only had one bag to carry and had a longer stride. Buffy recognized the familiar swagger in his step and grinned at the thought that she was the one that put it back there. “Spike!” she called out again, but he had already disappeared into the trees. Buffy frowned, following after him without catching sight of him again.


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When Buffy got back to the house, everything was dark. Every light was off, and she couldn’t help but worry. Was something wrong? She put her bags down beside the door and closed it behind her. “Spike?” she called out, but there was no answer. She was just about to turn on the light when she noticed them…

…Rose petals. Some were pink and some were red, and they were scattered across the stairs, leading up. Buffy smiled for a moment and only took enough time to put the blood in the fridge before she began to follow the trail of petals upstairs. Her steps were soft; she didn’t want to make too much noise. Soon she didn’t need any light to follow the trail.

Her bedroom was lit by many candles, and they cast a glow for her to follow. When she stepped inside it nearly took her breath away. The rest of the rose petals covered the bed.

Buffy was too distracted by the sight to notice when Spike crept up on her from the dark hallway. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and gently pulled her to his body. He was wearing nothing but his jeans again, and she suddenly wanted nothing more than to bare herself so her skin could touch his.

Before she could suggest it, Spike had pulled away.

“Do you trust me?” his voice was soft, but low and husky with passion.

She smiled, not hesitating in her answer. “Yes…”

He pushed her hair gently behind her ears, bringing it under control before covering her eyes with a simple cloth blindfold. He tied it carefully so it wouldn’t pull on her hair. Buffy felt small shivers go through her, but there was no fear. She felt his soft lips against her neck. He was then removing her clothing, lifting her spaghetti string top up and off of her, being careful not to disturb the blindfold. Buffy lifted her arms without complaint, letting him remove the garment. When he slowly slid her skirt off of her hips, then down her legs, she stepped out of it.

Soon Buffy was standing in nothing but her bra and panties. His cool hands were moving slowly all across her body, occasionally stroking her through her panties. Buffy’s breathing became heavy and labored. His mouth had moved from her neck to her ear, and he was nibbling gently while he unclasped her bra. He pushed the straps slowly down her arms before removing the garment completely.

Buffy could feel goosebumps rising all over her. She was suddenly very glad for the candles all around them. They were warming the room surprisingly well.

Spike had moved away from her, and all her senses were telling her that he was circling around her like prey. But she wasn’t worried at all. She willed herself to relax.

His fingertips brushed gently across her back, trailing slowly down. He cupped her buttocks, giving a light squeeze before moving away again. He was then in front of her, his hands on her hips, then moving slowly up her sides. He cupped her breasts next, brushing his thumbs against her nipples, causing them to harden at his touch.

Buffy let out a soft sigh of pleasure, every inch of her skin demanding and anticipating his touch. Whenever he was near she could feel it, even if he wasn’t touching her. His hands had moved away from her breasts, and to her surprise, his mouth moved to one of her nipples. He took it between his teeth and flicked his tongue across the top to tease her. She couldn’t stand holding still any longer and moved her hand up to take hold of his head, moving her fingers through his hair and holding him to her breast.

Spike suckled on the nipple eagerly, occasionally teasing it with his tongue. He then switched his attention to the other nipple. He circled it with the tip of his tongue before suckling on that one as well. Buffy was letting out soft moans, encouraging him in his touches, but he pulled away anyway. Buffy whimpered softly in protest before she felt him take one of her hands, holding it gently and guiding her towards the bed.

Thinking she was going to end up on it, Buffy was surprised to feel herself pressed against the foot of the bed, but kept standing. Soon she felt cloth around her wrists. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the legs of the bed. She didn’t protest, allowing him to manipulate her body and enjoying every touch in the process.

Something else pressed against her body, and it almost made Buffy jump in surprise. It wasn’t a hand, fingertips, or a tongue. From what Buffy could feel, it seemed to be a large feather. She sighed in enjoyment as she felt the feather trace slowly along her skin. It felt like a thousand tiny fingers brushing up against her everywhere. Her sensitive skin was responding in ways she hadn’t imagined.

The feather moved slowly up one of her arms, then across her shoulder and down the other arm. It danced across her belly, making her jump in response again even as she felt all of her muscles relaxing at the slightly ticklish, but wonderfully pleasant sensation. The feather moved down across her thighs, then up across her buttocks and her back. She arched her back in response, moaning as a delicious shiver went down her spine. The feather was moving across her shoulders again, then tracing along her sensitive neck.

He was massaging her with it, teasing her skin and awakening every nerve. Soon the fingertips of his other hand joined the feather moving across her skin. Buffy’s body arched to his touch, her awakened nerves being able to tell where his hand was even when it hovered over her skin, not even touching her. His hand moved slowly down across her belly and slipped into the front of her panties. She let out a harsh gasp. She was already wet and ready for him, and her clit was throbbing. His fingertip found the bundle of nerves immediately, and she cried out in ecstasy.

“Mmmm, yes!”

Before she could tell what was going on, her panties had been pulled down to her knees and her legs spread as far as the panties and restraints would allow. The feather was gone and Spike was on his knees, his tongue thrusting into her soaking pussy without warning. Buffy gasped and arched again, pushing her hips closer to Spike’s face as she encouraged him with moans of pleasure. His tongue moved away from her and she whimpered in protest before it flicked against her clit.

“Yes…Spike, please…”

The tip of his tongue was tracing her pussy lips with agonizing slowness. She bucked against his mouth, trying to force him to move faster, but he kept exploring her with his tongue at a leisurely pace. It had been so long since Buffy had felt his mouth there, and she had forgotten how much Spike himself enjoyed doing it. He was learning her all over again, using his tongue to stroke and explore until she was practically writhing against her bonds.

“Please…” Buffy was panting and trying to keep control. She knew she could undo the bonds at any time, but she didn’t want to end up tugging hard enough to do so. She wanted to show Spike how much she trusted him…but she also wanted him to just -!

Gasping, Buffy threw her head back and moaned loudly as he started to suckle on her clit. His fingers had thrust hard into her tight, wet pussy and were tormenting her to no end. The fingers were taking on a quick rhythm, plunging into her repeatedly while he tongued her nub in quick circles, just the way he knew she loved. Buffy’s body was shaking with the pleasure of it, and in less then no time she was crying out his name, her inner muscles squeezing his fingers while her entire body shuddered in her orgasm.

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Her legs were weak and trembling, but in such a delicious way. She was sure they were going to give out at any moment. But luckily, before she could collapse, Spike had untied her legs from the bed and her wrists from behind her back. She found herself lifted into his strong arms and carried before being put on the bed. She sighed in contentment as she felt the soft blanket beneath her. She breathed in the scent of the rose petals around her. The cloth was removed from her eyes, and she smiled at the sight of a naked Spike in the candlelight. Sometime between feather play and removing her bonds he had also removed his pants.

She drank in the sight of him. She wanted to remember it all for the rest of her days…the body that fit hers so well and could make her drool, the beautiful face that looked like it was sculpted, and the eyes that seemed to be drinking her in just as much. As always, his love for her was present on his face. She didn’t think anyone could look at her that way. Buffy realized with a lump coming to her throat that she had never known truly unconditional love until she had known Spike.

Reaching out, Buffy decided she wanted to worship him just the way he had her that night. But to her surprise, he took her hands and gently pushed her arms back down onto the bed. He gave a cocky smirk.

“I’m not done with you yet, luv. Stay put.”

Buffy gave a slight pout from not being able to touch him back, but she relented. She watched him as he reached for the nightstand. There was a small bottle there that she hadn’t noticed before. It appeared to be a bottle of massage oil, and Buffy was no longer pouting, but attempting to hold back a pleased grin.

Spike poured some of the massage oil onto his hands and Buffy caught the scent of jasmine that came with it. He kept the bottle close to him and started to move his hands slowly along her body. His hands caressed every inch of her skin, from her shoulders and neck down her arms, then across her breasts. Buffy was surprised when he purposely avoided her nipples, until he dipped his head down and caressed the nipples with his tongue instead, keeping them hard little peaks. Buffy moaned and surrendered herself completely to his care.

His hands glided across her belly and sides, then to her hips. He then spread her legs. She was completely relaxed, yet aroused at the same time. Part of her desperately wanted for him to take her that moment, while another part couldn’t bear for him to stop. So she laid back and let him love her as he chose, with his talented hands and mouth.

He stroked and massaged her thighs next, then moved down to her calves. Buffy groaned out loud as he relieved every bit of tension from them, before moving down to feet that she hadn’t known were aching.

Suddenly Buffy found herself flipped over. She smiled, then got comfortable, turning her head to the side and resting it on the pillow again. She felt him straddling her and pouring some of the massage oil onto her back. He began to work on her shoulders and Buffy was sure she had never been more relaxed. His fingers began to carefully work out every kink in her neck, moving up and down it, before moving back to her shoulders. He then moved to her back, pressing both hands down on it before pushing sharply. Buffy’s eyes widened and she groaned out loud when he popped her back right between her shoulders, then continued to do so all the way down.

“Ohhhhh…when did you learn how to do that so well?”

Spike smiled. “You take care of someone long enough, you start picking up a good many interesting tricks.”

She knew he was talking about Drusilla. How long had they been together? She was sure it had been over one hundred years. Buffy swallowed a bit of guilt when she realized that he had been able to love someone longer than she had even been alive, and yet she had never completely acknowledged it. Every time he had talked about his past she had held little interest. She had always been disgusted, and unwilling to listen whenever he spoke about it. And now she suddenly had an overwhelming curiosity about it. Every bit of his past was part of what made the amazing man tending to her now. She was suddenly determined to find out everything she could about him before…

Buffy couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if she had let him love her like that before. What if when she had come home from a hard night’s slaying, he could have been here waiting to take care of her? She could easily imagine every ache and sore in her body going away under his skilled touch.

His hands moved slowly down her back, his fingertips rubbing in slow circles. He then moved lower, no longer straddling her. He massaged her buttocks, squeezing and fondling her before moving lower, working on her legs again.

His fingers had suddenly moved up her thigh, dancing lightly across her skin and spreading her legs before his head dipped down, and his tongue was once more worshipping her sex. Buffy gasped, surprised and definitely pleased.

Buffy found herself willingly raised to her knees. She supported herself with her arms as she felt Spike position himself behind her. She let out a whimper of longing as she pressed herself against him eagerly. She wasn’t ashamed of wanting his touch anymore. And god, how she wanted it!

“Yes…”

The head of his cock was pressed against her wet pussy. It was throbbing with need that was just as strong as her own. His hand was moving slowly up her back to grasp one of her shoulders. He was leaning over her, brushing her hair slowly away from her neck, letting it fall around her face. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, causing another delicious shiver. He then nibbled at her with blunt teeth.

She was whimpering with want again. Her whimper turned into a gasp and a low moan as he pushed himself into her body. She gasped again as he filled her tight passage completely. He thrust inside of her, slowly at first, making love to her in a way that they had never done before. One of his hands took hold of hers, lacing his fingers through hers as he began to pick up a steady rhythm, each stroke of his cock already bringing her close to the edge.

He pulled her back against him with each thrust forward. He barely bit back a groan of his own pleasure. He held her body against his. His hold on her was possessive, needing and worshiping all at once. He held her like she was his world as he made love to her.

Their moans of pleasure filled the room. Both were breathing heavily, even though one didn’t really have the need to breathe at all. Buffy felt Spike’s blunt human teeth bite down on the back of her neck. Her moans became even more heated. He began to quicken the pace, his thrusts becoming harder each time. Buffy gripped his hand hard with one of hers, while the other clawed at the bed sheets.

His other hand moved away from her shoulder and down her side, then across her belly, and further down before his fingertip found her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles and Buffy couldn’t help but let out almost a yelp of surprise and a loud groan of pleasure. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled under the force of the orgasm that ripped through her. She knew she would have fallen forward if Spike’s arm hadn’t been wrapped firmly around her. She pushed herself back against him and squeezed her muscles tightly around him as he thrust into her one more time, burying himself into her body while he filled her with his cool seed. His body shuddered and he bit at her shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood, groaning into her skin.


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Buffy was sweaty, and covered in Jasmine scented massage oil. She was sore from lovemaking, even as she was relaxed and still tingling from the best massage of her life. Her body was still quaking in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Buffy had never been more comfortable in her life.

Spike had gone around the room and put out every candle to make sure nothing caught on fire. Buffy was lying comfortably on her stomach. Spike had joined her, laying half on top of her, with his arm draped across her body and his face nuzzled against her neck. Buffy was plenty warm, even though his body didn’t give off any warmth of its own. She was also incredibly drowsy and knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.

He was tracing small patterns along her shoulder with his fingertips. Her skin was still humming from his touch. She watched his fingers, sadness she rarely allowed herself to think about coming back to the surface. She felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and a lump rising in her throat.

“How did I not know that you could be so wonderful?”

His fingers stilled for a moment. She felt him place a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades. “You didn’t want to.”

She closed her eyes, feeling the tears slide slowly down her face and onto the pillow. She didn’t make a sound, not wanting to alert him to her distress.

“Get some rest, Luv.” He kissed the back of her neck again, then brushed some of her hair from her face before resting his head beside hers again.

“I don’t want to rest…” Buffy allowed herself a smile, successfully hiding her sadness with a mischievous tone. “I want to give you a massage next…”

She could hear the grin in his tone when he spoke.

“You’re going to be fast asleep in two minutes, Buffy. I have successfully exhausted you.”

Smiling, the Slayer allowed herself to drift off. She could feel his fingers gliding across her skin again, across her shoulder and down her arm until he reached her hand. He laced his fingers with hers.

Buffy was warm, and she was loved, and at peace.

As Buffy drifted off to sleep in the arms of her lover, she was sure she had touched heaven again.