*~*A Touch of Jealousy*~* By Echidna
Author's Note:
Thanks to Ali my wonderful Beta-mom for betaing this fic and for
supporting it! ;)
Chapter 20
She tossed and turned for
what seemed like ages, eventually she tired of it and sat up on the bed, legs
brought close to her chest and chin resting on her cotton covered knees.
Slowly, she rocked herself as the thoughts meandered around in her still
slightly intoxicated mind. Her face cringed up as she remembered…’More than anything. But not like this’. She
shut her eyes, trying to control the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Inevitably, other questions invaded her reasoning. Was he still in the house?
She hadn’t heard the front door open… She pressed her lips together as she
pushed herself off the mattress and walked barefoot to the window. She paused
for a second, before lightly tugging at the curtains. A wave of relief washed
over her as she saw the old car still parked
in her driveway. She frowned and mentally scolded herself as she found herself
smiling at the rusted vehicle and quickly made her way back to her bed,
plopping down on it. She sat for a few minutes, contemplating what to do next. He was still in her home… ‘How dare he? I’ll show him.’ Having
found a perfectly good reason to leave her room, she stood up, put on her bunny
shaped slippers and walked out the door. She slowly made her way downstairs and
entered the living room.
She felt her heart skip a
beat when she saw him. There he was, sprawled on the couch, dressed in a pair
of jeans and his black t-shirt, one arm thrown carelessly over his face, the
other dangling to the floor.
She cocked her head
slightly, remaining perfectly still as she watched him sleeping in a pool of
moonlight. He looked so… ‘No! He doesn’t
look anything! Actually, he does look something… extremely annoying.’
With renewed anger she
flicked the light switch on and shouted:
“What are you doing here?”
She watched as he jolted
up into sitting position at the sudden noise, his arms instinctively coming to
rest on his stomach. He blinked wildly as his eyes refused to adjust to the
harsh light coming from the ceiling.
“What?” He managed to
mumble in a hoarse voice.
“What are still doing
here? I told you to go away… remember?” She gave him an exasperated sigh as she
crossed her arms over her chest and angrily tapped her fur-covered left foot.
“Hum…” He inhaled deeply
while he rubbed his eyes, his head resting on his hands for a few moments
before turning to look up at her. He opened and closed his lips a couple of
times, trying to wet his dry mouth as he inspected the apparently pissed off
teen towering over him. He never said anything, simply glanced at the large clock
on one of the walls and then looked back at Buffy: “It’s four in the morning,
luv. Can we have our usual heart-warming banter some other time? Say in about…
eight hours?”
“What. Are. You.
Doing.
Here?” She hissed.
“Apparently
not. Oh goody!”
He said with fake enthusiasm, standing up to hover over her nightgown-clad
form. “I was sleeping.” He stated the obvious.
Rolling her eyes, she
sighed and was about to say something when he started heading for the kitchen.
Angrily, she followed him; the alcohol and the heavy, fluffy slippers forcing
her to walk in a duck like fashion which caused Spike to chuckle as he leaned against the refrigerator
door.
“What are you doing?” She
tried to sound as mad as possible, but was extremely distracted as his hand
reached under his t-shirt to scratch his chest and in the process pulled at the
fabric, exposing his perfectly toned stomach.
“Trying
to find something to drink.”
He explained without even looking at her as he inspected the contents of her
fridge. Eventually, he opted for some orange juice, picking up the bottle and
setting it on the counter as he searched for a glass in the cabinets.
“This is *my* house!” She
protested stomping her foot.
“And I think that after I
cleaned and washed your-vomit-soaked-self I have earned the right to some
orange juice.” He said raising his eyebrows as he sipped from the yellowish
liquid.
“Oh…” Was Buffy’s
embarrassed answer as she felt the redness creep up her neck to flood her cheeks.
They stood in awkward
silence for a few excruciating moments until he finally spoke:
“You seem to be felling
better.”
“Hum… Still kinda wobbly…
but I’m slowly progressing toward complete control of my motor functions.” She answered, not daring to look at him ‘Please, God don’t let him mention what
happened upstairs, please don’t let him mention what happened upstairs, please
don’t-‘
“Hum… About what happened…”
‘So much for praying.
Thanks a lot!’ She grumbled
inwardly.
“I-“
“I don’t want to talk
about it.” She quickly interrupted, raising her hand. “Let’s just file that
under alcohol induced momentary stupidity, ok?”
Spike felt his stomach
turn in disgust and anger.
“Fine.” He managed to hiss, slamming the orange juice
on the counter and heading towards the living room.
She quickly followed to
find him picking up his discarded duster and shirt before turning back to the
hall.
“Where are you going?” She
mumbled in a low voice.
“Home. Like you wanted.” He
grumbled as he headed for the front door.
“Don’t!” She didn’t know
what had possessed her to say it, but she did and she swallowed hard as she saw
him turning around to face her with a frown over his eyebrows. “I mean…” She
tried to hide her nervousness. “You don’t *have* to go if you don’t want to.”
“You asking me to stay?”
he questioned with half a grin as he tilted his head.
“No!” Was her immediate
answer but, as she saw him start to leave, she quickly added. “Yes!” She paused
as he faced once again. “I-I’m asking.” Seeing the cocky smirk grow she
continued with a nonchalant tone: “It’s just cause I’m
not sleepy and I’m bored.”
“I’m flattered, pet.” He
mumbled as he strolled back to the living room.
“Don’t be, *William*.” She
mocked as she sat down on the couch next to him.
Picking up the remote, he
flickered through the channels and – nothing. There was absolutely nothing on.
He sighed loudly as he turned off the set and glanced at the white-clad girl
sitting next to him.
“Now
what?”
“I don’t know.” She
shrugged.
They paused for a few
seconds until Buffy piped up.
“We could play cards.”
“Ok.” He agreed and she
immediately jumped off the sofa and jogged her way to a nearby cabinet.
She searched for what
seemed like an eternity finally giving up and waving her hands in the air.
“I don’t know where my mom
put them.” She mumbled dragging her feet as she made her way back to the couch.
They sat in silence once
more. It was starting to get just too awkward for her to handle when he
offered:
“Wanna play a game?”
She eyed him suspiciously.
He had that dirty look in his eyes and that annoying smirk plastered over his
lips. He was up to something, but anything was better than the God-awful
silence so… ok, she would bite.
“What game?”
“I don’t know…”
The sound of his voice
told her that he knew exactly what game to choose, he was just stalling.
“Maybe…
truth or dare?” He
tried to sound nonchalant about it, but failed miserably at it.
“Oh,
no. I’m not playing truth or
dare with you.” She vehemently refused standing up to walk around the table.
“Why
not?!” It came out as a half
whine.
“Be-Because… because by
Monday everyone in school will know all my darkest most twisted secrets, that’s
why.” She answered wrapping her arms over her chest.
“I swear I won’t tell
anyone. Plus you’ll be able to ask me questions too, remember?”
At that, Buffy stopped the
incessant shaking of her head. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea… After a few
moments of careful consideration she returned to her seat on the couch, folding
her legs under her as she turned to face him.
“Shoot.” She said simply.
“Ok!” He exclaimed
clapping his hands together as he sat sideways on the sofa, facing her. “Truth
or dare, Summers?”
“Truth.” She answered with a strong voice.
He didn’t need to think
too long, quickly asking:
“Do you still have
feelings for Angel?” His tone was low, but a hint of unease filtered through as
he spoke.
“Yes.” She answered
promptly. “My turn. Truth or dare?”
His stomach turned
painfully in his gut, twisting until he felt the acid crawl up to the back of
his mouth. He swallowed hard and answered:
“Truth.”
“Have you ever loved
anyone, and when I say love it’s not in any motherly, brotherly or friendly
way. I mean love, as in Romeo-and-Juliet-tragically-bound-to-happen sort of
love. And who was it?”
“Yes
and Dru.” He responded.
Buffy couldn’t help but
add:
“Do you still love her?”
“Na-na, pet
you had your one question, it’s my turn now.”
Buffy twisted her mouth in
sign of discontentment but didn’t say anything.
“Truth or-“
“Truth.” She interrupted.
“Eager little one, aren’t
you?”
“Just ask the question
Spike.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Let me see…” His eyes
suddenly gained a wicked sparkle and he lowered his voice as he asked: “Have
you ever had a wet dream about me, pet?”
“What?!” She almost jumped off the couch at the
surprise question.
“Sex,
luv. Have you ever dreamt of
having sex with yours truly?”
Buffy’s eyes grew wide and
her cheeks turned bright red.
“I want a dare.” She said
promptly.
“Hey! That’s cheating.”
“It’s not cheating. I
changed my mind.” She complained with a pout.
“You can’t change your
mind. The-“
“Fine. Then I quit.”
“Oh, you’re such a baby.
If things don’t go you’re way you just quit, is that it?” He objected.
“Fine.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest and
grumbling in a low voice. “Yes.”
“What was that, luv?” He
pretended not to hear, inside his heart pounded furiously against his chest.
“Yes,
alright?!” She shouted.
“I’ve had a sex dream about you. But it was just one and I didn’t like it.”
She saw him raise a
suspicious eyebrow at her and she insisted:
“I didn’t! Now,
truth or dare?”
“Hey,
hey not so fast. You
didn’t tell me what it was.” He protested.
“You didn’t ask.” She said
with a triumphant grin. “Truth or dare?”
Spike paused for a second,
his brain still trying to get over the fact that she had had a wet dream about
him. He swallowed hard as he tried to focus on what she was asking.
“Truth.”
“Ha-have you ever had… one
of those dreams about me?” She scolded herself mentally for the faltering in
her voice.
“Yes.” He answered looking
straight into her eyes, forcing her to glance away.
Suddenly, his whole
expression seemed to change, his eyes grew deeper and darker as he stared
intensely at her.
“Ok, your turn!” She said
a little too peppy as the nervousness started to get to her. However, it grew
twice as big when she saw him move closer to her from the corner of her eyes.
She turned to look at him
wide eyed as he leaned in, his face inching closer to her. Her heart raced
wildly in her chest, her palms became damp with cold sweat as his lips lightly
brushed over hers, his hand coming up to worm its way under her ear and cup her
growingly red cheek. He tilted his head and pressed his mouth against hers, his
lips parting as his tongue glided over hers. Suddenly, she felt something
snapped inside of her. In a flash, she was up and off the couch, careful to put
the coffee table between her and the bleached teen that now stared wide eyed at
her.
“Ok! That was fun!” she
exclaimed over enthusiastically, bringing her hands together for one quick
clap. “I think I’ll go back to bed now. Tired! Awww…”
She gave him her terribly unbelievable version of a yawn before she turned on
her heels and started to head for the hall.
She never even managed to
reach the bottom of the staircase before she felt a strong hand grip her arm
and force her to turn around. She could swear she could hear her own heartbeat
when she turned to meet his dark stare.
“We need to talk about
this.” He said in a low, hoarse voice.
“Talk? About what?” She was amazed
at how she was able to say the words so nonchalantly, considering her heart was
now beating in her throat.
“You know about what.
Don’t act dumb.” He insisted closing his eyes for a second.
She sighed loudly and
freed herself from his grip to walk around him in the hall.
“So we had wet dreams
about each other. It doesn’t mean anything.” She waved her arms around as she
spoke, occasionally shrugging. “I mean, it was probably because of all the
groping we’ve been doing lately because of… the plan. It just kinda rubbed
off…” She tried to rationalize, but as she turned to see his scared eyebrow
raised high on his forehead in a clear sign of doubt she exclaimed: “What?! It
could be! You know… getting sucked into the part and all. I mean everyone else
thinks we’re together. We probably were so good that we even fooled ourselves.
It could happen!”
He continued to give her
his cynical look.
“Look, what do you want me
to say?” she asked exasperated.
“Why did you kiss me?” He
questioned taking a step toward her.
“I was drunk!” She quickly
defended herself. “And needy cause of my mom and all, it doesn’t count.”
“Fine! What about in there?” He tilted his head
towards the kitchen.
“You kissed me!” Her
finger travelled to point at him before pointing at herself. “It would be…
impolite not to kiss back.”
“You kissed me back
because it was impolite not to?!” He asked incredulous. “And the groping on the counter? Part of the politeness too?”
“Yes.” She answered
raising her chin high, trying to sound as honest as possible.
“Luv, you hate me,
remember? Since when do you care about being polite to me?”
She had no answer to that,
she simply pouted and remained still as he closed the distance between them and
towered over her.
“Tell the truth, pet… You
wanted me just as bad as I wanted you, didn’t you?” He continued his
questioning in a low, husky voice.
“Ha!” She’d wanted it to
sound filled with contempt, but it came out weak, feeble as he came closer
until he was mere inches from her. “Don’t flatter yourself.” She said in a low
voice, not daring to look up at him,
and staring down at her fluffy bunny-shaped slipper. ‘Oh, what interesting slippers I have. Hey, my left shoe is missing an
eye! Funny, never noticed it. Funny, funny, funny.’ She tried
all the diversions she could think of in order to calm herself, but nothing
seemed to work as his scent hovered around her, intoxicating her. ‘Funny little slippers… Oh, for Christ sake
stop shaking.’ She scolded herself.
She trembled as his index
finger came under her chin to push it upwards, forcing her to look up at him.
“Ok, tell you what. I give
you full permission not to be polite to me. So… if I kiss you right now you’re
not obliged in any way to return the favour, ok?”
She didn’t answer; just
stared up at him, waiting. Slowly, the hand that still rested on her chin moved
behind her to stop on the back of her neck, his other arm snaking around her
waist to pull her to him. With nerve-wracking
laziness, he leaned in and after what seemed like an eternity, their lips came into contact. He brushed his lips
over hers in small, excruciatingly innocent pecks, refusing to deepen the kiss.
It was her move to make, but she never did. He could feel his body just begging
him to grab her tighter and just crush her against the door and to hell with his male ego, but he fought
the urge that was quickly becoming painfully obvious by the sudden lack of room
in his pants.
‘Fluffy bunnies, funny fluffy bunnies. Don’t
think about Spike, ignore Spike, don’t kiss back, think of fluffy funny
bunnies… missing an eye.’ She
ordered her body. But her resolve started to crumble as he slowly pushed her
against the front door and pressed his entire body against hers. Her heart
skipped a beat as she felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen;
his hand, which had until now rested on her lower back came up around her side
*accidentally* brushing over her breast as it made its way to her neck.
That was it! Her brain
just went into hormone-induced overdrive automatically shutting down, letting
her body take over. Her arms flew around him to grip the back of his neck as
she parted her lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Spike let out a surprised
groan as their tongues ravenously brushed against each other. His arms
instantly dropped to her thighs and scooped her off the floor, her nightgown
hitching up to her waist as her legs quickly wrapped around him.
As they hungrily kissed
and battled, breathing became an issue and Buffy pulled away for a quick intake
of air, giving Spike just enough time to say with a cocky attitude:
“I knew you’d cave in. I
just-“
“Shut up, Spike.” She
mumbled before crushing his mouth with hers.
They returned to their
heated kissing and soon she was pushing and pulling at his t-shirt. They broke
the kiss just long enough to get the black fabric over his head, quickly coming
back to claim each others mouths.
His fingers dug into her
pale thighs with bruising force, leaving bright red marks as they moved over
the tender skin there.
“Mmmm… “
Buffy hummed into his mouth as she tried to speak, but he
wouldn’t let her go.
Eventually, she pulled
back and pointed up the stairs.
“Bedroom…” She managed to
breathe.
Spike nodded before
pulling her for another hungry kiss.
“Mmm… Spike!”
She insisted avoiding his mouth
“What?!” He asked in a haze.
“The bedroom… Put me
down?”
After the few seconds that
were needed to rewire his brain into coherent thought mode, he tilted his head
and asked her with a serious tone:
“You’re not gonna change
your mind are you?” He almost pleaded. “I mean, if you want to you can! It’s
just that… “ He pouted slightly and gave her the lost puppy look as
he begged: “Please don’t change your mind…”
She couldn’t help but
smile as she shook her head.
“You
sure?”
She nodded.
Apparently, satisfied with
her answer he set her down on the floor.
“And they’ll be no
answering the phone.” He suddenly remembered.
“I won’t answer the phone.
We’ll just let it ring, even if it’s my mom telling me that she’s coming home.”
She giggled as she made her way up the stairs.
“Ok, maybe we can answer
the phone.” He changed his mind as he followed her.
Chapter 21
The
moment they entered the room and she closed the door behind her, she found
herself being snagged into Spike’s arms. Never giving her a chance to say or do
anything, he pulled her close, bringing his mouth over hers in for another
bruising kiss. His fingers dug tunnels through her thick hair as he desperately
tried to have her closer to him. He stumbled slightly backwards as she pressed
her palms against his bare chest, anxiously pushing him toward the bed. He
toppled onto the mattress with a loud thud, Buffy tumbling right after him
causing him to exhale sharply. Her hands immediately scurried down from his
chest to the buckle of his belt, nervously fumbling with it while he tugged and
pulled at her long nightgown.
He
let out a ragged breath when she managed to unbutton his pants and reached
inside, much like she had done a few hours before. Her small hand instantly
encircled him while she looked up to find him with his head thrown back, his mouth
slightly opened as soft moans came from it as she began to slowly pump him.
He
swallowed hard and tried to push back his emotions, returning to the task of
getting her nightgown off, but it proved to be extremely challenging under her
ministrations.
Looking
up at the girl straddling him, he tried to ignore what she was doing to him as
his shaking hands travelled from her calves up to her tanned thighs, tugging at
the white fabric that covered them in the process. He paused being momentarily
disconcerted by the feel of her warm tongue on his neck. After a few seconds,
his fingers finally found their way to her back and slipped under her cotton
panties, pulling them down. His eyes rolled back as she let her entire weight
rest on his chest, her small breasts crushed against his so he could
push the white fabric all the way down her soft legs.
As
soon as they were off, Buffy sat up straight and proceeded with tugging at his
pants. She struggled with his large combat boots but soon they too, along with
the denims, were discarded to the floor near her underwear.
She
was about to straddle him again when he quickly flipped her over to pin her,
hovering over her, strong arms on either side of her to support his weight. One
of his hands abandoned the mattress to travel over her shoulder, around the
side of her ribcage, down her thighs to reach the edge of her nightgown.
She
held her breath as he lazily made his way back up her legs, his fingertips now
under the white material, caressing her skin until they reached her hipbone.
His
right leg dipped between hers and pushed them apart, opening her up to his
fingers which slowly came to crawl on the inside of her thighs.
She
let out a hungry groan as she realised he was avoiding the part of her that
most ached for his touch. She mentally scolded herself for her needy reaction
as she looked upwards to find his trademark cocky grin on his lips. But before
she could say anything, one long index finger found its way to the spot where
her legs came together.
“Ah!”
She breathed as he pushed her lips apart and slowly traced unrecognisable paths
over her swollen flesh. “Please…” She hated herself for asking, but she
couldn’t help it.
Her
regret soon vanished as he plunged his finger into her core, causing her to instinctively
arch her back off the mattress. She moaned under his touch and he had to use
all of his strength to stop himself from just skipping the whole foreplay
session and just take her right then and there. Instead, he leaned in and took
her mouth in a hard and ravenous kiss, while his fingers continued to rub,
caress and tease her. He almost lost control as he felt her moan against his
lips. God, she made such delicious noises! They just drove him insane!
Without
thinking, she spread her legs wider in a clear inviting sign; her hips
thrusting against his hand with desperate urgency. But she needed more, she
needed… Her trembling hand reached for his and pulled it away.
Spike
abruptly stopped kissing her to look at her from under a worried frown:
“Did
I hurt you? A-Are you ok? D-do you wanna-“
He
stopped in mid sentence as her miniscule hand grabbed his cock and placed it at
her entrance.
“Oh…”
He realised as he brought his arms to rest on the mattress symmetrically to his
other one and bent down to kiss her once again.
“Do
you have… you know?” She nervously broke the kiss to ask.
Spike
froze. ‘Damn it! How could I forget?
Stupid!’
“I-I’m
not sure.” He stuttered as he got off the bed and bent over to pick up his
discarded pants.
He
anxiously shoved his hands into the back pockets and took out his wallet.
“Could
you turn on the light?” He asked. God, he hated this part.
It
was just so awkward. If he did have a condom, she would probably think he
thought she was easy and that he was expecting to get some. If he didn’t have
one… well, he’d pretty much be pissed at himself for the rest of his life. He
didn’t know which of the options he preferred.
When
she turned on the lamp he immediately started to nervously dig through his
wallet, pushing his fingers into every available compartment. He couldn’t help
but let out a sigh of relief as he found the blue and white wrapper. Well, he
guessed he preferred the first option then.
Buffy
inhaled sharply seeing him opening the small package to take out the piece of
rubber inside and quickly looked away, her face flushed as he proceeded with
slipping the condom on. She turned back to face him when she felt the mattress
shift under his weight.
She
lay back as he crawled over her, his hands coming to frame her face as he took
his place between her legs. He bent down and lightly kissed her as he slowly
lowered his hips, the tip of his cock pushing past her folds to slip inside.
“Bloody hell!” He groaned into the nape of
her neck, his eyes rolling back, his mouth gaping open as her heat enveloped
him. “…Cor, you’re so… Oh, God! So bloody… tight” He had to
force the words out as he was suddenly out of breath.
Buffy’s
eyes went wide as he entered her, feeling herself being stretched out to her
limits, the sound of his low, hoarse voice making her skin tighten with goose
bumps. A strange mixture of hungry desire and womanly pride ranging through her
veins at the sight of him hopelessly moaning and incoherently babbling on top
of her.
Pretty
soon, she was the one mewling as he slowly started to glide in and out of her
slick channel. She held her breath, feeling him move inside of her, in a slow
steady pace at first, but it quickly grew in intensity and speed, as he plunged
deeper and harder into her with each thrust.
Her
hands flew to the back of his arms, clawing and scraping at them as the strange
sensation grew inside of her. She had never felt anything like this and it was
overwhelming the ease with which he made her feel it.
Spike
moved faster and harder, pushing his hips forward to meet hers as he drove into
her. She was so tight, so hot… better than anything he could have imagined. He
swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he tried to focus on
something other than the small creature moaning under him, clawing at his arms,
his back. God, it seemed impossible! Closing his eyes he mumbled in his
thoughts: ‘Think of something else! Think
of something else you wanker, or this is definitely not
going to last. Bad things! Lifetime without smoking, being naked in front of
the whole student body, seeing my da naked, my da
having-“
“Ah!”
Her cry of pleasure broke through his cloud of thoughts and he found himself on
the verge of… ‘If she keeps making those
sexy noises and wiggling under me, I’m not-‘
He
let out a deep groan as one of her hands came to cup his ass, his
eyes shooting wide open to stare down at her. He almost came at the mere sight
of her. She was flushed, her eyes shut, her neck arched back, exposing her
beautiful neck to him, her mouth opening and closing as she panted wildly.
“Spike…
Don’t stop… please, don’t stop… please… God, this is so-”
Spike’s
hand came to cover her mouth.
“Please...”
He begged her breathless as he continued to thrust into her. “Luv… don’t…
I can’t- Ouch!” He cried out as he felt her bite into the palm of his hand.
“Bloody hell-“
“Stop
calling me that!” She grumbled slapping him across the arm.
“What?”
He asked frozen inside of her.
“Luv
and pet and… Betty.” The last word came out dripping with repressed anger. “I
know it’s hard to remember my name with all the-“
He
smiled and lowered himself to softly whisper in her ear:
“I
know your name, Buffy.”
She
froze at the sound of her own name on his lips. It felt so… Her mind stopped
functioning as he restarted moving inside of her, pushing in and out of her in
an excruciatingly slow pace as his teeth captured her earlobe and lightly
nibbled at it.
Her
legs hooked behind his knees as she felt herself growing tighter with each
stroke. Her eyes shot open when she felt him sneak his hand between their
bodies and… what was he- Oh God that felt…
“Ah,
Spike… What are you…? Oh, God…” She mumbled. “I… never… Ah!” She cried out
feeling the energy that had been building in her core shoot out to course
through her entire body, making her arch her back off the mattress and she
bucked uncontrollably.
“Bloody hell, Buffy… so tight!
Buffy…” He growled, felling her inner muscles clamp down around him and
thrusting hard into her a couple more times before he let himself come.
He
collapsed on top of her in a pool of sweat, pulling ragged breaths from his
lungs as he finally came down from his orgasm. When her soft moan reached his
ears though, he forced his weight onto his forearms and stared down at the
flushed girl laying under him.
“Are
you ok?” He managed to ask between pants.
She
simply nodded as her breathing prevented her from saying a word.
Slowly,
he slipped out of her warm channel and rolled over to lie on his back next to
her. They stared at the ceiling in silence, their combined gasps being the only
thing breaking the stillness.
Buffy
felt her heart race in her chest when he shifted on the bed turning his back to
her. ‘What is he doing? Is he just gonna
turn over and sleep? Why that little- Oh!’ She
stopped her mental bashing as she realised what he was doing. ‘Condom… right.’
She
calmed down when, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him turn on his side,
facing her. ‘Oh God! I think I liked it better with the turning
away.’ She thought as he stared intensely at her. Swallowing hard she dared
to look at him.
“So…”
He started in a low, husky voice.
‘Oh God, what a voice!’ She suddenly noticed how every time he spoke she felt the goose bumps on
her flesh grow.
“That
was…” He tried to make conversation.
“…amazing!” It was out of her mouth
before she could help it.
A
proud smile curled his lips.
“Thanks,
luv-Buffy!” He corrected himself in time as he swung his arm around her waist
and pulled her closer to him.
She
slowly turned towards him, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his
scent. Man, he even smelled good after all the sweating!
Seeing
her close her eyes, he reached for the lamp on the nightstand and turned it
off, the moon being the only source of light in the entire room. Slowly, the
two drifted into sleep as Spike lazily drew small circles on her cotton covered
back.
~+~
He
let the smoke whirl around in his lungs for a long time before he exhaled. He
leaned on the porch and looked dazed at the cars that passed by. Taking one
last puff from his cigarette, he dropped the butt to the floor and crushed it
with his boots before entering the house. He bent down for a moment picking up
his balled up duster and shirt and jogged up the stairs.
A
soft smile spread over his lips at the sight of Buffy’s sleeping form. Quickly,
he discarded all of his clothes and slipped into bed, spooning against her.
Buffy
awoke, under the covers, to the wonderful feeling of long warm arms entangled
around her, a lean, hard body pressed against her back. Instinctively, she
pushed her hips backwards trying to stretch out. A low growl reached her ears
as she felt something harder poke her behind.
“Morning, pet.” A deep, manly voice
breathed in her ear sending shivers down her back.
“Morning!” She answered with a sleep
filled voice.
She
felt her heart start to race as the memories of what had happened the night
before dawned on her. ‘Oh, my God! I had sex with Spike! Oh, my God! Oh,
my God!’
The
feel of him drawing lazy circles over her cotton-covered belly broke through
her incessant mantra. He slowly pressed against her back; the arm he had flung
over her waist tightening around her while his free hand came to push her hair
away from her neck. He snuggled his nose into the tender flesh there before his
tongue darted out to lick her all the way up to her earlobe.
Without
thinking, she let out a moan, her hand resting over his as their fingers
entangled together. Her heat pounded wildly as she slowly guided his hand from
her stomach over to her breast, encouraging him to cup the soft mound. He
growled into her ear, squeezing it lightly as he pushed his hips into her
backside, showing her hard evidence of the effect she had on him.
His
hands abandoned her breast to travel downwards and pull at her nightgown before
dipping between her thighs; long fingers pushing her moist lips apart to rub
against the small bundle of nerves hidden there.
He
bit into her earlobe as she squeezed her legs together preventing him from
moving.
“It’s
late…” She moaned looking at the alarm-clock on her nightstand through hooded
eyes. “My mom…”
“She
said she’d be late…” He mewled.
“But…”
She tried to protest but her body seemed to have other ideas as her legs
relaxed giving him room to move. “… she might…” Her mind drew a
complete blank as she felt him drive his finger into her soaked entrance.
He
slowly pushed in and out of her, the palm of his hand rubbing against her clit
as he moved. His arm awkwardly tried to pull her nightgown upwards to uncover
her back, without abandoning his ministrations. After a few tries he was
successful.
Buffy
struggled for breath when she felt him press against her ass, his hard member
easily slipping between her cheeks to rest at her drenched entrance. A moment
of clarity flashed in her mind and she managed to whimper as she felt him try
to push himself into her:
“Wait!”
Spike
groaned but immediately stopped.
“Do
you have another one?” She felt the flush travel up her neck to flood her
cheek.
“Bloody hell!” He cursed at himself and
then turned to her with a weak voice: “No… that was the only one.”
Buffy
let out a disappointed mewl.
“Don’t
you have one?”
He
felt his heart skip a beat when she shook head.
“Your mom?”
“Ew! No!” She immediately
exclaimed twisting her face for a disgusted look.
“Just
asking… I mean if she’s been going out-“
“Spike,
you’re ruining any chance of getting laid today.” Buffy grumbled turning her
head to face him.
“Is
that so?” He asked cocking his scarred eyebrow as he moved his hand which still
rested between her legs and pushed inside her again.
“Ah…”
She moaned closing her eyes at the feeling.
He
slowly crawled down her back, trailing soft kisses over her exposed skin. Buffy
groaned when he slipped his hand away from her core causing him to smile into
her flesh as his lips brushed around her waist to find her lower abdomen,
turning her to lie on her back.
Buffy’s
eyes grew wide when she realised what he was planning on doing. She looked down
to find his platinum head move lower along her body until it was kissing the
inside of her thighs.
“No…
Spike…” She hesitated. “I don’t like… that.” She managed to say in a low voice.
Spike’s
head popped up between her legs with a furrowed brow.
“You
don’t like this?” He asked confused.
“No…”
She answered shyly.
“Has
anyone ever done it to you?” He continued to question, unaware of her unease on
the subject.
“Of course! I wouldn’t say I didn’t
like it if I hadn’t tried it.” The embarrassment of the situation quickly grew
into anger.
“Are
you sure? Cause most girls love-“ He started with a wicked
tone.
“I’m
not most girls!” She cut him off. The rage boiled inside of her at the thought
of him doing that to any other girl. She started to sit up straight, shoving
him away with her legs, but he was quicker, snaking his arms around her thighs
and pushing them down against the mattress.
“No
need to go into ‘gnashing mode’ on me.” He said with a cocky smirk.
“I’m
not going into ‘gnashing mode’!” She grumbled pulling her nightgown downward to
cover the apex of her thighs, her hand tucking the fabric against her core.
“Now let me go!” She tried to pull her legs free from his grip but failed.
He
pouted slightly, looking up at her from under heavy eyelids.
“Just
for a while…” He started running his lips on the inside of her thighs. “If you
don’t like it…” His mouth moved upwards until it reached her hand which was
still resting between her legs. “I’ll stop…” He finished taking her pinkie into
his mouth and suckling lightly.
“No…”
Her denial came out feeble as she unconsciously moved her hand away.
Slowly, he let his nose
glide over the inside of her thighs until it reached the edge of her nightgown.
He dipped under it, pulling it up slightly with the help of one of his hands.
Buffy
held her breath as she waited, her weight resting on her forearms. She let out
a muffled cry when she finally felt his tongue dart out to lick her outer lips.
Her entire body contracted in anticipation when she saw him move closer, his
tongue pushing her soft folds apart then, suddenly:
“Buffy!
Are you home, honey?”
Her
mom’s voice carried through the hall and past her door.
“Oh my God! My mom!”
Buffy squealed. “Quick, hide!” She ordered as the bleached teen quickly
disentangled himself from her legs and stood up looking for his
clothes.
“Honey! Is Spike here?”
“How
does your mom know I’m here?” Spike stopped dressing for a second to look up at
Buffy with a frown.
“How
the hell should I know? Now get dressed!” She ordered. Her heart stopped in her
throat when she heard her mother’s footsteps come closer and closer and then
the doorknob slowly turned.
‘Oh, my God!’
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