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Cold Day in Hell by SchehrezadeandRSK
 
Chapter Two
 
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Buffy rushed to the bathroom and sighed in relief as the pain decreased. She gasped suddenly as her body shuddered in a mini-orgasm.

Half under the tree and immersed in gaily wrapped presents, Spike heard the gasp of surprise and guessed its cause. He smirked at the sound of her pleasure.

Buffy braced her hands on her knees and thought, ‘Yeesh! He even gives me a happy when he’s not touching me!’

Shakily, she finished her task and rose to her feet. Crossing to the sink, she splashed some cool water on her flushed face. As she turned off the faucet, Buffy heard movement in Dawn’s bedroom.


She quickly wrapped a towel around her naked form and padded down the hall to peek in on her sister. ‘Wouldn’t do for her to come downstairs now. Seeing a naked Spike might scar her for life.’ Before her inner Slayer could stop it, her inner Buffy chimed in, ‘Hope he scars me for life.’

She peered into Dawn’s room to see her sister lying in her normal position, flat on her back with her feet hanging off both sides of the bed, headphones securely attached to her head with the faint sounds of a boy-band singing about love echoing out of them. Dawn was muttering something to herself, indicating to Buffy that she was deep in a dream. Buffy pulled her sister’s door shut, insuring that it latched then turned to head down to the sculpted body that waited below.

She paused at the head of the stairs; her eyes shot to her bedroom door. ‘Should I?’ she asked herself. ‘Guess now is as good a time as any.’ She quickly ran to her room to pick up the gifts she’d laid aside earlier. Touching the bright paper, the young blonde thought back to the first time she saw the shirt.

She’d immediately known that he would look gorgeous in it. Buffy had never questioned why she bought it; she just didn’t know what to do with it. It had been lying in her closet for over a month and she had been debating whether or not to give it to him.

Buffy grabbed the wrapped shirt and another package and ran down the stairs before she could lose her nerve. As she entered the room, she saw an obviously agitated, non-vampy Spike pacing the floor. He turned at her approach, stilling his movements.

“Who said you could cover yourself, pet?” he snarked. Reaching out, he pulled the offending towel to the floor, tugged her body to his and drew her into a soul-searing kiss. With his cool breath tickling her throat, he muttered, “What took so long? Nibblet sleeping?”

Buffy wilted against his body and nodded.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping. I just wanted to get these…” His eyes widened as she thrust the bright packages into his hands, causing him to drop the sleek leather he had been holding.

“These for Dawn?” he asked, the hope visible in his eyes. Buffy shook her head; a long strand of blonde hair ran over her shoulders, framing her pink nipples with the spun gold.

“They’re for you,” she whispered.

“Me?” he asked in wonder. “Can I open them?”

Buffy giggled at the little boy look on his face and chirped, “Sure!” She was worried about his reaction to the present she had made. Money had been tight and the shirt was an impulse buy that she wouldn’t have made under normal circumstances. They both sank to the floor.

“So, Slayer. Which one do I open first?” He ran one long finger over them as he waited for her response. He looked into her eyes, a suddenly serious expression on his face. “You know, you didn’t have to get me anything… Just holding you is enough. Tonight… It… It’s more than I ever wished for.”

Trying to lighten the mood, she teased, “You don’t want them. I’m sure that Xander wouldn’t mind…”

His loud growl cut her off mid-tease. “The Whelp had better not lay a paw on these!” Seeing that the teasing was not going well, she clapped to get his attention.

“Spike, these are for you! Now open the big one.” She couldn’t wait to see how he looked in something blue. Receiving his first present in well over 100 years made Spike too excited to be careful. He tore into the gift like a child on Christmas morning. He made an attempt to control himself, but he was desperate to see what his girl had gotten for him. ‘My girl… Yeah.’ As that thought went through his mind, his hands came in contact with the midnight blue silk in the box. He let the satiny fabric slither through his hands as he blinked and looked up at her.

“Don’t you like it?” she asked, worried that the shock on his face was based in dismay.

“I love it. Never thought anyone’d ever care enough to want to dress me. Buffy…”

“What do you mean?” she asked, confused at his reaction. “Didn’t Dru…” She trailed off, not wanting to bring yet another ex into the conversation.

“Christ, Buffy! Dru was lucky if she remembered to dress herself, don’t think she even noticed what I wore. Hell, half the time I had to dress her myself. Always wanderin’ around starkers…”

He laughed aloud in sheer joy. Buffy had tried to suppress the surge of jealously that she felt at his casual comments about his sire, but when he laughed, her jealousy evaporated and his eagerness drew her in.

She reached forward to touch the shirt. “You really like it? When I saw it, I knew it would bring out your gorgeous eyes. I didn’t know if you would really like the color, but…” Her babbling was cut off by a bruising kiss.

As he pulled back, his teeth nipped playfully at her nose. “I love it.”

“Really? ‘Cause if you want to exchange it I won’t mind…” Buffy smiled hesitantly.

“Never!” Spike exclaimed as he reverently cradled the shirt in his hands. “I love it.” His knee brushed against the forgotten leather as he carefully replaced the shirt in its wrappings. Unable to resist, he pulled her into a searing kiss.

Pulling back, Buffy gasped for breath. Her hands fluttered to her swollen lips. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“So what’s this then, pet?” Spike had picked up the smaller gift and was turning the brightly wrapped package in his hands. He eyed the phallic shaped item skeptically.

“It’s for you…

“Yeah, I got that. I just don’t understand. You’re giving me a dildo? Something of yours?” Spike teased.

“What? How did you know I had…” her voice trailed off as Buffy realized that she had once again revealed too much. What was it about this man that inspired such unrestrained honesty in her?

“Well, I guess you needed something extra to finish of what Captain Not-So-Fantastic… Oi! Less with the hitting of the noggin!” Spike rubbed the offended area. “Alright, no more teasing about soldier boy,” he promised.

Buffy tried not to blush again; she didn’t want the vampire to know how insightful he had been about her frustrating relationship with the ex-Initiative soldier. ‘I wonder if it was all the steroids they gave him that affected…’ She shook her head, not wanting Riley to intrude on their evening, again. She knew instinctively that this evening was the start of something special and Buffy wanted to treasure it.

“Open it, Spike. I wanna see if you likes!” She bounced up and down making her breasts jiggle in a way that distracted Spike from closer examination of the oblong package.

“I’m not gonna get anything done if you keep doin’ that.” He nodded to her pert bosom.

Buffy wrapped her arms over the distracting parts.

“Hey now, none of that! I like looking.” Spike tugged her hands away and ran his fingers over the top of her breasts. He laid a palm across her breastbone and savored the heat emanating from her body. ‘All cos of me!’ he thought.

Pulling away reluctantly, he unwrapped her gift. A beautifully hand-carved oak stake fell into his hand. As smooth as the silk he had just set aside, the weapon was a work of art, obviously the result of long hours of labor. He noticed his name carved deeply into the side; Spike, in large, looping letters. Feeling roughness at the base, he looked closer, only to find his initials: WtB.

“You like it?” Buffy asked shyly.

He nodded, speechless.

“I made it and carved your name on it. I chose oak because… well… British. Oh! I got Tara to bless it.”

“Glinda saw this?” Spike asked in complete shock.

“She did,” Buffy replied.

“But then she…”

“I told her that I wanted something personal for you. ‘Cause, well, I…” Before she could finish her fumbling explanation, Spike kissed her. He placed the stake well out of harm’s way and yanked her into his arms.

Spike pressed Buffy’s small form back as he plundered her mouth and settled between her legs. He shifted slightly, nestling his cock against her thigh. He moved his attention to her neck, sucking and nibbling his way down to the pulse point at the curve of her neck. He lingered there briefly, savoring the taste of her skin. He could feel his demon begging for release, pleading to claim this woman as his own. Stupid demon didn’t even care that it was the Slayer he was holding.

He licked along the line of her collarbone as Buffy’s skimmed her hands across his broad shoulders, trying to anchor herself. She tilted her head to one side, endeavoring not to scream her pleasure. Spike pressed his lips into the hollow of her throat, where he gently sucked the soft skin and nipped at her with his blunt teeth.

“Spike… oh just there!” Buffy exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Spike was stunned at the level of trust the small woman in his arms showed him. He sucked hard, bruising her, marking her, before he slid down towards her breast.

“God, luv, you taste so good…” he trailed off as he caught one of her rosy peaks in his lips and suckled hard. Buffy tried not to whimper as a jolt of electricity shot from her nipple to her womb. Wrapping her legs around his slim hips, she ground her wet cleft against his throbbing erection. Spike struggled not to whimper. ‘Not very manly mate…’

He thrust against her soft folds, teasing but not penetrating her. His cock was rapidly coated the shaking girl’s excitement. Sliding up and down, he angled the head of his erection against her clit and rubbed in small circular motions. Buffy arched her hips towards him; she locked her ankles in the small of his back. Every stroke of his velvet head pulsed though her system. Buffy’s brain shut down as she concentrated on the sensations Spike’s attentions were causing. She tugged his head from his breast.

“Too much, Spike. I can’t…” She released his head and fisted her hands in her hair. Her movements made her back arch, thrusting her breasts towards her lover. Spike dipped his head and licked a line under one breast, while his hips continued their sensual torture.

Just as Buffy’s peak neared, Spike suddenly moved away from her quivering folds and slipped down her body. “Spike, noooo…”

“Hush, luv, let Spike take care of his girl.” His voice was muffled as he kissed his way down her torso. Reaching her navel he dipped his tongue in and out, mimicking the act they both so desperately wanted. Glancing up, he asked, “Ever considered piercing this?” Not waiting for the answer that she was presently unable to give, he moved slightly to the right. He kissed his way to the tattoo he wanted to explore with his tongue. Reaching his current area of obsession, his lips met something other than soft skin.

Peeling the slightly damp paper away with his teeth, he sat back on his heels. His attention was drawn away from the paper in his mouth to the sensual sight of his Slayer; naked, with her legs lying curved around his, her feet pressed against his backside. Her hands were still in her hair and Buffy’s eyes were closed as she continued to moan.

“Effulgent,” he whispered, the paper fluttering to the ground.

Her hips were undulating, trying to find his hardness again.

Unable to resist, he ran a finger between her wet folds and tapped her clit. She shrieked quietly and opened her eyes. She was elated when she saw him begin to lick his finger clean of her juices. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. She licked her lips, burning under his gaze.

“What’s this, sweetheart?” Spike picked up the piece of paper he had peeled off her sweating body.

Buffy levered herself onto her elbows. “That’s one of your presents, there should be three more. Read it!”

Spike squinted and read aloud, “Someone wants to spice up your life! Come have some wings on us.” A grin split his face. “A gift certificate to the Bronze? Really?”

“Yeah, but you have to take me with you. It’s a present for us both,” Buffy replied.

His eyes softened. “’Wot, you wanna be seen in public with me?” Surprise and excitement colored his voice. His bright eyes caught hers and for a brief moment he appeared vulnerable, the complete opposite of his usual confident self. “What about your little friends?”

“Our friends. Well… maybe not Xander,” Buffy corrected herself, running her hands over her nipples.

Spike snorted, “Yeah, can’t see the Whelp opening his arms in friendship to me!” He swallowed hard at the erotic sight before him. He watched as his girl ran her fingers over her stomach idly as she stared at his throbbing cock. It jerked in response to her rapt attention. “So, luv, care to explain?”

“Later,” she snarled as she reached for him. Spike reciprocated, pulling Buffy into his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist

“Ohh, you are gonna get it, little girl,” Spike snarled in her ear as he licked his way around the shell. He ground his hips against hers.

Buffy reached between their undulating bodies and grasped his cock in her hand. “Promises, promises…”

“Ahh, squeeze hard…” Spike ground out, the touch of her fingers nearly undoing him.

Buffy tightened her fingers carefully; she rubbed her thumb over the weeping head. Catching the precum, she spread around his cock in small circular motions. She then carefully inserted her nail in the slit. Spike bit her neck hard in an attempt to prevent the howl that tried to erupt from him. His teeth almost broke the skin before he realized the chip hadn’t fired. He froze and then grinned against her neck. ‘So she likes a bit of pain… I can work with that!’

“Bloody hell…” he gasped. “What do you want from me?”

“Just getting your attention.” Buffy swirled her thumb over his cock and pumped hard.

Spike saw stars.

His hands tightened convulsively on her shoulders. He panted into her neck, his lips worrying the reddened skin. He snarled when his lips made contact with the scar left by his Grandsire. Spike was aching to erase the evidence of her first lover. His incisors extended slightly, and then retracted. Spike hesitated, remembering his earlier promise of not vamping out their first time. ‘She’s not making this easy for me!’ Instead he placed a somewhat chaste kiss over the scar. ‘Get back to that later,’ he promised himself.

Buffy slid her hand down further and cupped his swollen balls in her palm.

“They feel ready…” she teased. “…Are you?”

Spike threw her onto her back and pulled her butt down so that she was cuddled up under his body. Buffy grabbed hold of his forearms.

“Come on Big Bad…” she wheedled.

Spike held his cock and placed it at her sodden opening. The scent of her arousal filled his senses as he tapped the head of his erection against her clit.

“Open you eyes, I want you to look at me.” Spike was determined that Buffy would know it was him here and no one else.

She reached up and stroked his hair back, twisting a curl in her fingers. Her hazel eyes glanced down to where they were nearly joined then looked back to Spike.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice gruff with strain.

Instead of answering she tilted her hips slightly. Reaching down she put her hand over his and squeezed gently. She pressed down and placed him at her entrance.

Spike pushed forward, inching in slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size.

“Bloody hell…” He looked down and watched his cock being enveloped by her pulsing lips.

“Sooo tight,” he crooned as he moved his hips from side to side, trying to loosen her up. “You okay?”

“More than… ah!” Buffy groaned as he slipped further in. She could feel her inner walls straining and stretching at his gentle intrusion. Trying to help, she wriggled her hips causing her muscles to clench tightly.

“If you want this to last more than a couple of seconds, you’d better stop doing that,” Spike grunted. He slid his hands between her thighs to gently massage her clit; her muscles shook under his hands.

“Spike? More… please…” She wanted to feel his coolness inside her forever. When Riley had touched her and been inside her, it had never felt right. He had always been too hot. The sweat that dripped from him during lovemaking had always surprised Buffy.

With Spike gradually easing inside her, Buffy realized that this was what she wanted. Her vampire, with his cool, smooth skin and hard muscles pressed against her and into her.

“I’ve got you, my golden girl.” Spike leaned over and kissed her gently as he pushed deeper.

He couldn’t believe that he was only halfway in. “You feel like heaven!”

Buffy’s hands slid down over his shoulders and her sharp nails dug into his back. “Spike, wait a second…” she begged, trying to adjust to his size.

Spike froze, “I’m hurting you…” He began to pull out.

“No don’t, I just need a minute.” Buffy wrapped her legs around him. “Kiss me?”

“Happily.” Spike caught her bottom lip and sucked it into his cool mouth before moving up. He kissed her sweetly, trying to convey his love, ‘Love?’, with a brush of his lips.

Buffy’s tongue tentatively searched for the sensitive area around his hidden fangs.

‘Definitely love,’ he thought as his spine straightened and his hips surged forward. He found himself deeply embedded in her tight channel, their coarse curls mingling. Buffy gasped into his mouth and pulled away, determined to keep her promise. She caught his face in her hands and looked him in the eyes.

“’m sorry but when you do that…. When you rub your tongue there… The skin is so sensitive… I didn’t know… I had no idea… I just can’t help myself, pet. How did you know about that?”

“Giles,” she answered.

“Do what? You talk to your watcher about this?”

“Ewww, no! I read it in one of his books.” She made a face at the thought of the lecture that would have followed any discussion concerning vampire erogenous zones.

“Had dirty engravings in it, right?”

Buffy grinned wickedly, “Yeah! Now quit with the chatting and get on with the…” She rocked her hips against his, her eyes widening. A jolt pulsed from her channel into her stomach and her mind blanked.

“Told you it was bent in a good way.” Spike smiled gently at her surprise.

“Do it again!” Buffy rolled her hips. Spike shifted slightly and began to pump in and out, each time brushing over the bundle of nerves that sent shivers floating throughout her body.

The candles illuminated their writhing bodies. Spike’s muscles flexed as he rocked in and out of Buffy’s warmth. The scent of pine combined with the perfume of her arousal overwhelmed him. He began to move faster.

His hips hammered into Buffy’s welcoming body.

Grunts filled the room. Spike’s smoky voice slid in and out of her awareness, encouraging, teasing.

Her legs wrapped around his thighs, her ankles around his calves, encouraging each thrust as she lost herself in their pleasure.

Spike slid his hand between their pistoning bodies, searching for her clit. His fingers found the small protrusion, which was swollen and begging to be rubbed. Pressing down, he rubbed in fast circular motions, wanting her to cum with him.

“Pet, let it go, cum for me…” he begged. His hand moved faster and faster as her channel spasmed around him. “I’m not gonna last any longer…”

Buffy cried out as her body tightened in release. Her inner muscles milked his cock as she came over and over. Her eyes never left his.

Both blue and hazel were clouded with passion.

Spike’s normally cerulean eyes swirled with flecks of gold as he struggled to control his demon.

Buffy wailed again as her body continued to shake against him.

Spike’s mouth crashed down on hers, muffling the noise. ‘Won’t do to have Nibblet come down and see this!’

Buffy pulled away from his mouth and bit down on his shoulder as her body shuddered in ecstasy.

He froze at the feel of her small teeth breaking his skin. It was too much for the vampire. He tipped over the precipice.

And then in a silent roar, he flooded her with his cool release.

His hips continued to jerk.

His mind blanked.

Some time later, Buffy opened her eyes to gaze at the vampire sleeping on her chest, his soft cock still cradled within her depths. Breathing became an issue and she rolled to her side, moving him gently off of her.

Grunting, he reached out and pinned her to his side, wrapping his sleepy limbs around her waist. His bleached locks were in disarray, giving him a boyish look that she’d not seen before. She touched his rugged curls, smiling when he nuzzled against her hand like a cat.

She nestled closer, luxuriating in his firm grasp. As she pressed against him, a rumbling noise emitted from his chest. ‘He’s purring!’ Delighted, Buffy stroked her lover’s chest as she fell into a light sleep.

 
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