October 5, 2007 12:50 AM
If Raven would just tell him what or who had upset her then he might be able to forget about it like she kept telling him to. But he couldn’t. Despite her protestations that she was fine and Xander’s telling him to give it time, Spike was going to return to the Bronze and tear it apart until he found someone who knew something. It had been humiliating for him not to be able to protect his family before and now he could. And he would.
Spike watched the taillights of Xander’s car drive down the street and turned to follow Raven and Sean into the house. He told himself that he would give her one more chance to give him a target or he was going to go and find it himself. Maybe if he knew what had happened to her it might help but all he knew was that his little girl had cried all the way home. Someone had hurt her deeply and that didn’t set well with him.
When he stepped through the back door of the house, Raven was sitting at the table with her face buried in her hands as Sean dished out a bowl of ice cream for her. Ignoring the boy Spike took a seat at the table and pulled Raven’s hands away from her face.
“Tell me what is wrong. Now.”
She shook her head, “No, because you won’t understand.”
“Did one of the men at the Bronze do something to you? The guy you were dancing with?”
She shook her head again.
“Do you want me to get Buffy so you can tell her?”
“It’s not like that Daddy.”
Raven pulled her hands away and dropped her head onto her arms. A fresh batch of sobs came as her shoulders shook. Sean joined them at the table putting the ice cream in the middle of the table then ran his hand down his friend’s hair.
“Tell him.”
“I can’t.”
Spike sighed. This was getting out of hand and he was tired of the teenage histrionics. If one of the men hadn’t accosted her then why was she crying so much?
“Raven, tell me why you are upset or I am heading back and I will tear the place apart until I find out the answer.”
Her head flew up with such a look of horror on her face that Spike almost smiled at it.
“No, you can’t. No. Don’t embarrass me like that.”
“Then tell me what happened.”
He carefully watched her face as she tried to decide to tell him or not. By this time he pretty much knew that it wasn’t anything that he had assumed it was and just something that Raven was carrying to the extreme. Maybe not for her but it probably would be in his opinion. At this point he was thankful that he had decided to spend time with Xander and get away from Buffy and his daughter’s emotionalism even if for a little while.
“I had finished talking to the guy I had danced with and I caught up with Sean.” Raven paused and looked at Sean for a moment before joining her hands with his. “And we headed over to the bathroom. And they were in the hallway kissing.”
Raven started crying again and Spike had reached his patience quotient for the night.
“Who was kissing?”
“Connor and Janice were. I don’t care as much when he’s kissing girls I don’t know but this was Janice. She knows how I feel.”
It was with great effort that Spike didn’t laugh. Not only in relief but because he also thought Raven was making more of a scene than was needed. His imagination had gone into overdrive and his adrenalin had been pumping for this. Raven was upset about Connor kissing a girl, no a woman, his own age.
“Go ahead. Tell me I’m stupid and that it shouldn’t matter.”
Buffy’s words came back to him. Telling him that Raven would need him more as the pregnancy progressed and not to alienate her. In the end he stood and leaned over to kiss Raven on the cheek.
“All I’m going to say is if Connor can’t see how wonderful you are, than he’s a fool.” Spike said as he patted her back, “Good night.”
With a wave to Sean and a mouthed ‘good luck’, Spike made his way toward the stairs. It had been a long day and he was tired. He hoped that Buffy was already asleep so that he wouldn’t have to feel like he had to sleep on the edge of the bed. As he made his way through the living room he began to undo his shirt anxious just to fall into the softness of his side of the bed. Hopefully sleep would still come and he could forget everything that was going on in their lives even if for a few hours.
It was at the bottom of the stairs that he smelt it, sandalwood and cinnamon. He breathed deep letting the scents wash over him as they took him back to when they had burned candles during sex. Her body coated in perspiration that had taken on the scent and it had intoxicated him as he had held her close to him. Now, he figured that Buffy had been burning them just to relax or take a bath.
At the top of the stairs he made his way to Elijah’s room first to check on him but was surprised to find his bed empty. Turning he made his way toward his room, “Buffy, where’s Elijah?” He asked as he opened their door and stopped. His eyes quickly glanced around the room. There had to have been twenty candles burning around the room. The fans were blowing softly across the bed and he froze when he saw Buffy.
Swallowing he took a second glance at his wife propped up against the pillows in the middle of the bed. Her hair was loosely flowing around her shoulders while her face was heavily made up. She was wearing a short blood red gown with lace across the bodice. When she saw him she moved slightly while running her hand up her thigh pulling the gown with it until he could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you. Thought I’d have to do this all alone,” she purred as her hand slipped between her legs and languidly stroked herself.
“What’s going on, Baby?” Spike asked as he finished pulling his shirt off and kicked his shoes off. “Where’s Eli?” Wearing only his jeans he sat on the edge of the bed facing her.
“Our son is staying the night with his best friend. And if you don’t know what’s going on then it has definitely been too long. ”
With a laugh she shifted again bringing one leg across his lap leaving herself open to his gaze. She sat up and kissed him softly before bringing the hand that she had touched herself with to his mouth.
“Do you want a taste?” She asked even as he began to suck on them. “Do you like that? Do you want more?”
He watched in amazement as she lay back down and opened her legs even further. Her hands ran up and down her thighs before moving across her stomach and then came to fondle her breasts.
“Spike’s been a good boy for so long that he deserves a reward,” she whispered as she tweaked her nipples.
Finally he shifted so that he was leaning on one hand on the other side of her. Spike looked down at her as he brushed her hands away and fondled her soft mounds himself.
“So, what happened, Buffy? If you’re only doing this to ‘reward’ me then I don’t want it.”
A part of him was telling him he was an idiot to question this. Her arousal was as heavy in the air as the scent of the candles and if he had any sense he would be inside of her already. He wouldn’t take her until he knew for sure that Buffy really wanted this.
“You want it,” she smiled as she cupped him through his jeans.
“Why are you waiting?”
Buffy grabbed the hand that had been softly massaging her breast and pulled
it between her legs. “Feel how much I want you. How much I love you.”
The temptation was too great and there hadn’t been enough between them lately. Not since the afternoon in the van had he been inside of her and he wanted her too much. Spike stared down into her eyes and only saw his Buffy looking back at him with so much want in her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
When she nodded he capitulated to her. He leaned forward until he was covering her and kissed her with all the loneliness that had he had been denying. When her hands went to undo his jeans he raised up and let her free him. The jeans were shoved down his hips but he didn’t wait to take them all the way off but lowered himself into her waiting heat instead.
“Let it go,” she whispered to him as he started to move within her.
Her hands softly kneaded at his shoulders as she reassured him that she could handle his pent up need. One of his hands moved to grab the bars on the bed to help him move faster and deeper into her. Her legs wrapped around him even as her hands ran over his back and arms. All he could think about was her, being in her again, loving her again. He felt her nails scratch at him but he reveled in her need for him and only drove them further until she exploded around him. Only a few thrusts later and he followed her.
“Oh, God, I love you,” he panted as he disentangled himself from her and finished pulling his jeans off to drop them over the side of the bed. When he lay back down he held his arms out so that Buffy could cuddle into his side.
“I love you, too.” She said as her hands began to roam over his flesh again. “It’s been too long since we have been together.”
Her lips moved over his chest as her hand covered him and he chuckled at her touches. It seemed that his insatiable minx was back as she brought him to arousal again. Buffy straddled him and continued to kiss his chest, nipping it and suckling at his nipples while her hands caressed him before she sank down on him.
“Keep this up, Pet, and you’ll be the death of me.”
For a moment she kept her eyes closed as she moved over him and found a rhythm that took his breath away.
“Just want you with me,” she whispered as her hands came to rest on his shoulders and she leaned over to look into his eyes.
“Only want you, too.”
Buffy sat up again and then started to rise and fall over him as her hands
rested on his stomach.
She rode him, squeezing him and grinding until he came again. His hands came
to her waist flipping her until she was on her back and his face was buried
between her thighs. She tasted so sweet and so hot and he took her to the edge
then backed off only to drive her crazy again. It wasn’t until she begged
that he let her cry out in relief.
When her spasms had slowed and she lay there so spent and compliant he came to lie on her again. His hands pushed her hair back from her face before he kissed her again. Their mouths and tongues stoking the blaze again while their hands rediscovered once familiar flesh. Finally he pulled back to whisper against her mouth, “again?”
She nodded and went willingly as he positioned her on her knees this time with her hands holding onto the headboard. He loved the mewling sound she made as he entered her again and his hands flowed over her satin covered stomach and breasts before dipping between her legs. He loved taking her like this so that he could touch her and feel her as they moved together. The feel of her bottom pushing back against him as she sought more of him made him only drive harder into her.
“Yes, Spike, oh God, I need you.”
And that was all he needed to become lost to her body again. This was the reunion he had been waiting and dreaming about and she hadn’t failed him. She gave him what he had been fantasizing about for so many nights of sleeping without her. And he wouldn’t stop taking her until they were both too tired to even move.
~~~~~~~~~~
October 5, 2007 5:20 AM
It was time.
Buffy opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to being open, and to the dimness of the light of the candles. Her body was sticky and hot. Coated in their sweat and combined fluids. Her thighs had the remains of his seed between them. All the seed that overflowed from the times she had opened her legs and allowed him inside of her. And her body ached from the force that he had taken her with. Her new gown was bunched around her waist so that even now her cunt was pressed against his hip so wantonly begging for his touch. She had been his whore last night. She had waited for him with her womanhood exposed. All wet and needy while she hungered for his cock to fill her.
Just like the others.
She had warned him. And he hadn’t listened.
His mistress had called last night. Hanging up when she answered.
And she wondered how many there were that she didn’t know about. In only these past few months there had been Donna and now this one.
Buffy slipped away from Spike while primly pulling her gown back down over her hips. Turning she opened his nightstand drawer and took out what she needed.
He hadn’t understood. His reward was only a reminder. He should have known that she would find out. Find out that he hadn’t gotten rid of the slut.
How could she have ever thought that she would be enough for him?
She had seen all of Spike’s whores. All the hundreds he had fucked; the women, the men and the children. She had felt every moment of pleasure that he had as he took them whether by force or by mutual want.
How could she compete?
She had never been enough for any of them. They had all left her. Eventually Spike would, too. This woman was going to destroy their family but Buffy wasn’t going to give him up without a fight.
He needed to be reminded who he belonged to.
He stirred slightly at the first click. His eyes opened at the second click of the handcuffs on his wrist.
“What are you doing?”
His voice was so innocent in sleep. Like putting handcuffs on him was something they did all the time. It was always her; always her that wore them because he wanted to make her submissive like his other whores. And she wouldn’t be and that was why he was going to them. They liked the games, the pain he could inflict and could give him the pain that he liked.
But Buffy knew she could learn to give him pain.
She slid down the bed fastening one restraint on his ankle and tying it to the bed post before moving to do the other.
“Pet, what are we playing?”
His voice carried just the bit of worry in it as he tested his movement and found he had none.
“Not playing,” she whispered as she climbed back onto the bed. “You need to be taught a lesson.” Her fingers danced across his mouth. “Scream all you want because no one will hear you. Remember the spell.”
It was then that she saw a trace of fear in his eyes and she laughed.
“Why are you afraid?” she asked as her hands ran over his chest. “I told you that I wouldn’t hurt you much just enough so that you remember who you belong to.”
“I know who I belong to.”
“Do you? Then why did she call?”
Buffy leaned over and kissed his chest then straightened up again so she could continue to look at him.
“Who called, Love?”
“Your whore. She called tonight and hung up when I answered the phone.”
“Damn it, Buffy, you know that I don’t know this woman. She’s some fucking nutcase that won’t leave me alone.”
“I want you to remember.”
Spike started pulling on the headboard so that it rocked under the force.
Buffy slapped him.
“Stop,” she commanded as she pulled the knife out from under her pillow.
“Shit,” he exclaimed as his eyes widened as he looked at the knife in her hand as she tested the sharpness of the blade.
Buffy looked from the knife to him then tossed it aside as she decided to make it more personal than the coldness of a blade. Her hand took a hold of his face and she leaned down toward him.
“Just let me do this and it will all be over. I claimed you once but it wasn’t enough. Now, I am going to mark you.”
She straddled him and laid her head down on his chest.
“Beat, beat, beat,” her finger kept time to his heartbeat that she was pronouncing. “Beat, it beats so fast for me because you love me. My heart.”
“It is yours, Baby. Only yours. Now let me go and I can show you how much I love you.”
She giggled then sat up again.
“Showed me already. Now I show you.”
She rested her hand on his chest while the other came to rest beside it. With one last glance at him her fingernail dug into the softness of his flesh and with careful precision she proceeded to carve a heart into his chest.
When she was done, she blew softly across it.
“My heart.”
She slid off of him and curled into his side while pulling the comforter over them. Anyone who looked at him now would know that he was loved and wanted. And she was satisfied at what she had done. It took her only a few minutes to return to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~
October 5, 2007 7:54 AM
He had been trussed here for over two hours. There was pain from where she had
carved into him like he was nothing more than a piece of wood. At first he had
told himself that something was wrong. That Buffy wouldn’t do that if
everything was all right but the longer he had lain there the more the anger
ruled out anything else. He was cramped and cold except for where she was touching
him. It had been a long time since he had been in this position and wasn’t
used to it anymore and he wanted loose.
“Buffy, wake up,” he called while he moved as much as he could against her.
“Spike,” she mumbled as she started to stretch. Then she turned to look at him and her eyes opened in horror. “What happened? Spike, are you all right?”
“Yeah. I’m just fine. Now do you mind letting me loose.”
She quickly moved to undo the ankle restraints and then started to rummage through the nightstand drawer.
“Where are the keys for the handcuffs?” She asked.
“Don’t you know since you’re the one who put me in them?”
He watched her as she started to panic and she was tossing everything out of the drawer to find them. Tears were streaming down her face but he turned away so that he wouldn’t see.
“I can’t find them,” she whimpered.
“Fine, I’ll tear the fucking bed apart.”
“No, don’t. Spike, please?”
Buffy began to tear the covers off the bed to search for them then when that didn’t yield them she started to pull the pillows off. One pillow was pushed to the side knocking over the lamp on the nightstand and the keys fell from the switch.
“Here, I found them, Baby.” Buffy said as she unfastened them.
Once he was free he rolled off the bed rubbing his sore wrists. Standing he stared down at her, “What the hell was that all about? You know if you want to play its fine but damn it, I was asleep and you shackled me down then you carved me like a bleedin’ turkey.”
“I did that?”
He could see her swallow as she looked at her design on his chest.
“Nobody else in this room but you and me and I sure as hell didn’t do it.”
“Don’t be mad at me. Please.”
“And what else should I be? Oh, this is great. Thanks, Buffy, for threatening me and not caring about how I’m feeling.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Understand what?” He shouted. It was bad enough that she had done it in the first place then had fallen asleep but now all she could do was cry about it like he was supposed to feel sorry for her. He was pissed as hell at her for making the damn threats earlier about torturing him and now doing this. “What’s next? Are you going to cage me in the fireplace or set the bed on fire with me in it? I told you I don’t know who this fucking woman is.”
It was then that he realized he was scared. Scared of whoever his stalker was and scared of his wife and her reactions. He watched Buffy stand as he was shouting and back up until she hit the wall then slid to sit on the floor. She was still crying as her eyes darted around the room.
“I don’t remember.”
“What don’t you remember?”
“Spike, help me, please. I don’t remember doing it.” Buffy wrapped her arms around her legs again and began to rock back and forth. There was fear in her eyes as he came and knelt before her.
“Buffy, don’t lie to me.”
“I remember last night. I wanted to be with you so much and I remember making love with you and going to sleep in your arms. I was having nightmares about her. That woman. She called last night at least I think it was her and I remember dreaming about her. She was telling me that she was going to take you away from me. And I remember wanting to make sure that you were still mine. But the rest of it is in snatches. Not whole, you know? The handcuffs, the knife, but it’s like it was a dream I can’t fully recall. Spike…”
When she reached her arms out to him all he could do was pull her toward him and hold her. His hands slowly stroked her as she burrowed against him seeking his comfort and protection. And that was what he had sworn to do in love for her. Protect her.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. It was just a bad dream. That’s all. You were sleepwalking. I’m sorry for yelling at you like a bad man. It’s okay. It’s all over with.”
He buried his face in her hair and wished that it was all over with but he knew that whatever was happening was just beginning.
