Chapter 6

“Are you going to keep staring at it, or do I get to look?”

Spike was nervous as he handed her the paper, anxious about her reaction.

Buffy brought her hand to her mouth, the drawing was perfect. He got every inch of her right, as if he had her memorized for a long time. “Spike, this is amazing. I had no idea you could draw like this.”

He sighed in relief. “You really like it?”

“I love it. Do I get to keep it?”

Spike nodded. “It’s yours.”

Buffy folded it up, placing the masterpiece into her purse. She then reached up and removed his mother’s necklace, handing it back to him. “Thank you for letting me borrow this. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to wear something so elegant before.”

Spike shook his head. “I can’t take that back. It’s yours, too.”

Buffy raised her eyebrows. “I can’t keep this, Spike. It’s too much. You’ve had it all these years; it must mean everything to you.”

“I really want you to have it, Buffy. My mum would have wanted that as well.”

She couldn’t argue with that. “I’ll take good care of it.”

He smiled. “I know you will.”

Buffy didn’t want the necklace to break, so she carefully put it down next to the bed, then turned back to him. “I just realized that I’m sitting here naked, and you still have yet to take anything off.”

Spike grinned and stood up, giving her a strip show.

Buffy laughed when he threw his shirt at her. When he was completely naked before her, she couldn’t resist licking her lips at the sight of him. The man was built like a Greek God.

“See something you like?”

She found that speech was very difficult at the moment, holding her arms out to him instead.

Spike didn’t hesitate before settling into her embrace, lowering his body onto hers and taking her bottom lip into his mouth. “We’ll take this slow, all right? I wouldn’t do anything that you don’t want. If something gets to be too much, just let me know and I’ll stop.”

Buffy couldn’t believe that he was giving her an out if things got too uncomfortable. It made her respect him all the more.

Spike pried her thighs apart, inhaling the sweet scent that came from her.

Buffy closed her legs, biting her lip in the process.

He gazed up at her. “No one has ever tasted you before, have they?”

She shook her head, feeling that her cheeks were heating up.

“Bloody wankers didn’t do right by you. I promise that you’ll like it, love. If not, you just let me know.”

Buffy nodded, and taking a deep breath, she allowed him to pull her legs open.

Spike rubbed her right thigh, then her left, trying to get her to relax. He lowered his head back to her pussy, swiping up her slit with his tongue.

Buffy arched her back, letting out a soft moan.

Spike was pleased by her reaction. He thrust his tongue further into her hole, collecting all of the juices that gushed out of her. “Did you like that?” The glazed expression on her face was all the answer he needed, continuing to eat her out until she was good and sated.

Buffy threw her head back, letting out a cry as she came.

Spike licked every drop of her cum down, not letting any of it go to waste. He pulled away, the sight of her panting hard doing wonders for his ego.

“That tongue of yours should seriously be illegal.”

He chuckled. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Buffy grabbed the headboard, gasping when he pushed his cock all the way into her.

“Fuck, you’re so bloody tight. That’s it, baby. Squeeze me just like that.”

Buffy was getting turned on by his words, giving back as much as she could. “God, Spike, I won’t last much longer.”

He fucked her hard and fast, pounding into her pussy like a machine.

The bed banged loud against the wall, but neither of them cared.

If it broke, Spike would just get another one.

Buffy reached around to grab his ass, digging her nails into his flesh and pushing his cock further inside of her.

Spike buried his head in her neck, roaring out his release and noticing that she was right there with him.

They lay there afterwards, sweaty and panting, neither one knowing just what to say.

Buffy was the first one to break the silence. “That was incredible.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth, pet. Never felt anything like it before.”

She beamed up at him. “Really?”

Spike placed a tender kiss on her forehead. “Really, you’re truly one of a kind, you know that? The things you can make me feel with just one look, one smile, I’ll never be able to get enough.”

Buffy blushed and rested her head against his chest. She tried to make herself more comfortable, but felt something hard that she was lying on. She reached under the pillow to find a poetry book, opening it up and recognizing Spike’s handwriting.

He snatched it out of her hands before she could get too far. “That wasn’t supposed to be there.”

Buffy wouldn’t have that. “You wrote that poem? Did you write the whole book?”

Spike glanced away from her nervously. “It’s not a big deal. Just a hobby of mine, I’m not very good at it.”

“From what I saw of that first poem, you would be lying. First the drawing and now this, is there anything you can’t do?”

He shrugged. “Not that I can think of. I can sing and play the guitar, too.”

She smiled. “You’ll definitely have to show me that some time. I bet you sound really sexy.”

If it was possible for vampires to blush, he would have right then.

“So, are any of those poems about me?”

He let out a sigh, turning to a page in particular and handing the book back over to her.

Buffy read the poem, tears forming in her eyes at the beautiful words. “You really see me like that?”

Spike nodded. “Look at the one after it.”

Buffy did just that, feeling touched by every page she read. She glanced up at him, shock taking over her features. “They’re all about me.” She noticed the date, feeling confused even more. “You’ve had this since you first came to Sunnydale.”

Spike gazed deeply into her eyes. “Always loved you, I just didn’t realize it right away, but it was always there. Even Drusilla saw it, that’s why she left.”

Buffy closed the book, lightly running her fingers over the words on the cover. “Love at first sight,” she said softly.

“I never even believed in that before, until I saw you. You were dancing with your mates, had every man in that club practically wanting you, one look and I was gone. No one has ever affected me like that before. I started to believe you were a witch or something,” he finished with a chuckle.

Buffy stared back up at him, taking another deep breath. “When I first saw you, I thought you were the sexiest guy ever. I even forgot that Angel existed for a second there. I remember feeling so disappointed to find out you were a vampire, that you were really there to kill me.”

He took her hand in his. “It’s a good thing neither one of us were able to pull that off. Think about it, love. I’ve killed two Slayers in my time. If I really wanted you dead, you would be right now. My heart was just never in it, whether it beats or not.”

She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I feel it.”

Spike covered her hand with his, giving it a squeeze. “It only beats for you.” He kissed her softly, pulling her down on the bed with him.

They lay side by side, kissing and whispering words of love to each other, only one using the actual word.

Buffy may have felt it, but she wasn’t quite ready to say it yet.

Spike was in no hurry to hear the words. He wasn’t going to pressure her for anything.