Heaven
For some
reason Spike was hesitating. He was drifting around the room, lighting candles,
incense and pouring glasses of wine.
“What are
you doing? I have to get home to Dawn,” Buffy snapped, tapping her toe
impatiently. Usually it only took them the time it took to get from the door to
some available object before she’d be naked and he would be rutting on her.
Tonight, it seemed almost like he was avoiding having sex with her. “Look, if
you don’t want to fuck, I’ll go home.”
He laughed.
“Is that
what we do? Fuck? For me it’s always been making love.” Spike snapped his
fingers. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot. I’m in love with you even though vampires
can’t have feelings and I’m just convenient. Don’t even make you hot. So, do
you get yourself all worked up on the way over? Think about the vampire that
does get you hot then close your eyes with me and endure.”
“I don’t
need this.”
But he
grabbed her arm before she could even take a step and buried his hand between
her legs. Squeezing and stroking her through the hated polyester uniform. She
was already wet, had been wet for hours, thinking about his slim, cool body
covering hers, while she flipped burgers and pulled the french fries out of the
grease. Buffy moaned as he worked the fabric between her folds and rubbed her
clit.
“Do you
need this?”
Spike
wrapped his other arm around her waist, drawing her closer, his breath (why was
he always breathing?) was cool against her heated flesh and she felt herself
giving in. She nodded.
“Now, now,
just say you need it. That my touch is the only one that will satisfy you.”
She was so
close and her hips moved of their own accord against his hand. It was gone. She
whimpered.
“Come on,
Slayer, I can make you cum so easily. Just say yes and I’ll take you back to
heaven.”
The magic
word. Heaven. The pain ripped through her soul at what she had lost and she
turned her tortured eyes to those cerulean ones and saw what she had lost. In
his arms, she was safe and warm and…loved. Yes, loved. It scared her though. Love
was always taken from her. As long as she hated him and was cruel to him and
they played these games, he stayed. What would happen if she just let go? That
terrified her. Would he be gone like every other man she had loved? Would he be
ripped away from her like heaven?
“Please
don’t make me say it. You know me. I’ve never been able to hide the truth from
you.”
Spike
cocked his head as he contemplated her plea. A finger was drawn down her cheek
before tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Yeah, I
do.”
Before he
even finished the sentence, her back was against the wall, her shoes kicked off
and her bottom visible to the night air. But it wasn’t for long as his hands
cupped her and lifted her. He filled her in one stroke and Buffy cried out as she
was given paradise once again.
