Half and half

Eternal_red

Chapter 6


Some hours later, Buffy woke up. William's body had become her mattress and his coat their leathery blanket. She felt snug and safe. Tilting her head up she watched him sleep, lush lashes fluttering under the weight of dreams. Buffy hoped that they were sweet ones. As if in answer to her unspoken thoughts her lover began to murmur her name - a low rumble of want that sent goose bumps racing down the back of her neck.

“I’m here, William,” she whispered.

These moments were precious. This wasn’t the first time that she had studied the beautiful vampire as he lay oblivious beside her, but this time she wouldn’t be scrambling away at the first signs of wakefulness. Too often his drowsy, affectionate gaze would melt away as she grabbed her clothes in preparation for flight. His response had usually been a deep sigh and a choice barb or two unleashed to sting her in the tail as she retreated from his crypt. And what had she been running away from? Love? Commitment? Herself?

It seemed so stupid now, her denial of this wonderful creature.


***

William had been a revelation. He’d seen right through her act of seduction and need to possess and had quickly stilled her in a tight band of arms and legs. Stronger than her. Wiser.

“Kitten, you don’t have to prove anything, let’s just take this slowly, yeah? I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

Instead of taking from each other, they had given. Kisses and caresses were exchanged as she peeled off his clothes, moans smothered as they tried not to wake the other couple resting in plain view. Finally naked, William had brushed her hair away to get a better view as she nibbled and licked the smooth length of his cock, reacquainting herself with soft skin and the oh so hard muscle beneath it.

Determined to concentrate on his pleasure first she had brushed away his sneaky, wandering hands before taking him into her mouth, her tongue probing and caressing every wonderful inch. Even through gasps of pleasure he managed to arrange her body so that he could touch her at the same time. The nerve endings in her inner thighs had set up a desperate twitching as he stroked along each in turn with one finger before slowly pushing it up inside her, followed carefully by another. Such a long time since she had been penetrated like this, and the rush of fluid that followed allowed him to reach further, to rub harder against secret places that only he knew about, his thumb lightly brushing her clit in teasing counterpoint. As their movements sped up she soon began to contract helplessly against his hand. Moving her head down, she swallowed as best she could while a wave of pure sensation rolled down from her womb to the tip of her sex. William jerked helplessly into her throat as she swallowed his essence down. When he had recovered sufficiently to begin sucking her juices from his fingers with a dreamy smile, Buffy kissed her way up his body till they rested face to face.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, kitten.”

Luckily, William had retained some mystical powers of recovery where it really counted and he was already eager for more. Reaching down he gently parted her tingling flesh and nudged at her entrance.

“May I come in?”

“Please, yes, I need you inside me, William.”

“Oh, Buffy.”

She sat astride him and sank down just as he thrust upwards, filling her right up.

Together they danced until exhaustion finally forced them to rest. And not once did they look away from the joyful tears that streaked down both their faces.

***

Buffy dimly wondered if it was day or night outside. Certainly she felt much more refreshed now and almost eager to plunge herself back into the chaos that lay beyond their peaceful little hideaway. Both Slayer and Spike had disappeared. Off on another adventure, no doubt.

In the cold light of whatever, she could finally contemplate the Slayer’s antics without gritting her teeth; after all, if she hadn’t jumped Spike, Buffy would probably still be pussyfooting around both males, too nervous to make a move. Would last night’s claiming affect her when the Slayer was back where she belonged? Perhaps Spike had only really wanted the Slayer anyway, a sort of demon to demon deal?

A gentle kiss on her nose broke her train of thought. William had opened his eyes and was watching her very carefully. A slight smirk and almost imperceptible tensing of his arms around her were the only signs that he was at all nervous.

“What’s whirring round in that head of yours, Buffy?”

“Nothing bad, honest. I just have to um... pee!”

Releasing the embarrassed girl to let her dash to the washroom, he chuckled to himself. “Who said romance was dead?”

Minutes later she was back, but instead of finding an excuse to get dressed, the stark naked woman ran back and launched herself on top of him.

“Ooomph! Watch it, girly, you could have damaged something important with your luscious self.”

“You think I’m fat?!”

“Luscious, beautiful, breathtaking!”

His eyes crinkled in amusement as his fingers darted around her body, poking and tickling, sparing not an inch of sensitive Buffy body. She was laughing and cursing and wriggling in vain to get away.

She was happy. She liked this feeling and wanted more.

Just as playtime was ending, and William was giving her his sloe-eyed come hither look - which was playing havoc with her libido - the door flew open.

A grumpy and rather wet Slayer appeared, closely followed by an equally damp and very mirthful Spike. The Slayer’s hair was still a total rat’s nest and Buffy seriously doubted that anything short of sheep shears would remove the tangles. She was wearing a cropped red top with ‘little devil’ written across the front in rhinestones, and a pair of black stretchy shorts. The rest of her was bare. Gone were the glyphs of blood and makeup, and there were pink patches glowing on her skin from where a loofah had been liberally applied.

Spike wore his jeans and Doc Martins. His chest and back were covered in scratches and what looked suspiciously like bite marks.

“Hello, kiddies!”

William nodded towards the seething Slayer and then back to a very smug Spike.
“You like to live dangerously, don’t you? You do know she could snap you like a stick of celery?”

“Ah, but that’s half the fun with this one. Besides, much as I enjoy the smell of blood and gore in the morning, she was getting a bit ripe even for me. And that little scalp number she was wearing will go rancid without proper curing. Any demon with half a nose and a head cold would be able to track us down.”

Spike looked knowingly at Buffy. “You know, you seem to be all covered in juices too - I could be persuaded to take another shower if you need anything rubbing 'til it's squeaky clean.”

Buffy opened her mouth then shut it again. This was undiluted Spike, amusing, infuriating and very, very gross! Any declarations of undying love were definitely going on the back burner until he started behaving himself.

Gripping the black coat around her, gathering her clothes as she went, Buffy haughtily marched back into the washroom, leaving an exposed William under the now very interested gaze of the Slayer.

“For fuck’s sake keep her away from me, or Buffy will go nuts.”

Spike laughed and steered the now lip-licking Slayer to the big chair by the desk. Plonking her in his lap, he proceeded to nip and nuzzle the bite marks on her neck until she was completely distracted and William could get dressed in peace.

Buffy got changed in record time and came out all brisk and businesslike.

“Right, we need a plan to rescue Angel!”

***

"Are you out of your bleedin' mind?"

"Buffy, you can't be serious!"

Spike and William just stared at her. Both were wearing matching expressions of hurt and more than a little outrage. Even the Slayer looked completely disgusted. The Slayer, who in the past 24 hours hadn't managed anything more than a few grunts to indicate that she was aware of what was going on, had obviously understood this much. Buffy had gone insane.

"Wait. I know what you're all thinking and you can stop it right now!" Buffy took a deep breath. The silence was chilling.

She raised a hand and started counting off her fingers. "First, we need to know what the hell is going on, and at the moment Angel may well have some of the answers, or at least know what Angelus plans to do next. Second, Angel could be being tortured and need our help. Third, we need to gather all the good guys together if we want to stand any chance of sorting this mess out - and that includes Angel. Fourthly, we're not just going to find him because 'he's the great love of my life’ and you're just 'convenient.'” She glanced at each of them in turn before finishing. “Have I missed anything?"

"Yes!"

Buffy raised an eyebrow at Spike who was openly smirking at her now.

"What?"

"Bitch!"

Buffy gave him her best look of disapproval, but couldn't keep it up, she started laughing. As the hostility in the room evaporated, and she secretly gave herself a 'high five', part of her was a little surprised that they were still willing to follow her lead but, superpowers or not, she still had what it took. Hah, take that Slayer!

William moved to stand behind Buffy and leaned in to speak quietly in her ear.

"We're yours Buffy, to do with what you will. But if you do anything stupid to put yourself in danger while you're still just human then you'll be getting a painful reminder not to do it again.” He accompanied his words with a hand softly stroking her behind, punctuating his sentence with a little smack.

As he came back into her field of vision to give her a meaningful look, Spike called out from across the room.

"And I'll be helping him."

***