I feel the night explode when we're together.
Emotion overload in the heat of pleasure.
Take me I'm yours into your arms.
Never let me go.
Tonight I really need to know.
The passion's so complete. It's never ending.
As long as I receive, the message you're sending.
Body to body, soul to soul
Always feel you near.
So say the words I long to hear.
Love, love on the run, breaking us down,
Though we keep holding on.
I don't want to lose, no I can't let you go.
Tell it to my heart.
Tell me I'm the only one.
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart.
I can feel my body rock every time you call my name.
Never make it stop. Oh, take it to the heart.
Tell it to my heart...
Taylor Dane
We woke the next morning on opposite sides of the bed with our backs to each other. I just lay there staring at the wall while I listened to her stir. Nothing was the same. Her words last night had caused a rift that I wasn't sure she wanted to bridge. Being with me disgusted her. Maybe I could understand to a point. We were mismatched. But to me love was love. A great burning flame that you couldn't ignore. You had to let it consume you.
Eventually she sat up and moved off the bed. I closed my eyes so she would think I was still asleep. Wasn't ready to face her yet. Then I heard her picking up her presents and laying them on the bed. She returned to sit on the bed her back against the headboard. I started when she laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Spike, you awake?"
I rolled over onto my back with a sigh. Looked up into her eyes. Trying to figure out where she was this morning. They were filled with sadness. But she attempted a smile for me. Then reached for a present. I nodded my head at her to let her know it was okay to open it. She ran her hand along the paper and pulled the bow off. There weren't any words spoken as she opened each package. The massage oils and frosting kit was met with a smile. She took the top off the oils pouring a little out on her finger where she tasted it. Then she put a little more on her finger and held it up to my lips. I darted my tongue to take the liquid from her fingers. Her finger lingered on my lips tracing them. I gently bit down on the tip then pulled it into my mouth to suck on it. She watched my movements with desire growing in her eyes before pulling it from my mouth. Her attention returned to the presents.
The lingerie was held up and inspected. Her hands running over the soft material. Then she folded each one and laid them in a stack. When they were all opened and folded she stood and took them to the dresser. Putting them away. Which was funny because most of her clothes were still scattered around the room. She came back to sit on the bed.
"Thank you." She said to her hands folded in her lap. Then she looked up at me and smiled. A gentle bittersweet twist to her lips. I reached my hand out to cup the side of face. There was a frightened lost look to her as she leaned into my hand. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheek as she closed her eyes. I pulled her to me. My lips hesitantly met hers. We pulled away at the first contact. Looked briefly at each other before coming together again. It was sweetness like your first kiss. Several short gentle exploration of planes and curves later I traced her lips with my tongue. Hers came out to encircle the tip of mine. I deepened the kiss chasing her back into her mouth. Her hand came to hold mine that still cupped her face. Her other hand on the bed beside me keeping her upright. Our tongues explored each other. Slowly. Seductively. Her tongue reached beyond mine to enter my mouth. I followed her in letting her lead the way. She slowly inspected my mouth. Running along my teeth before finding her way back to tease my tongue. We finally broke apart as she gulped in needed oxygen.
Buffy leaned forward pressing her lips to my forehead. My head was now held in her hand. She moved so we were face to face. Her breath caressed my face.
"Always there is this." Was all she said before she got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Leaving me bewildered. There was never an apology. From me or from her. No words to soothe the hurt we had caused. No making up. We did like we always did. Just kept moving forward. Pretending. Hoping. Together.
While she was gone I got up and started to put her things away. Throwing the boxes and wrapping paper away. Before moving upstairs for a glass of blood. We didn't really speak for the rest of the day. Just small questions if needed. Maybe we needed the break.
As usual I gave her a ride to work that night. For some reason as she started to walk off into the Friday night din I reached my hand out to her. Holding her back.
"Don't go in. Quit. I'll take care of you." I hated Buffy like this. Prostituting her body for tips. Flirting with men not worthy of her. Taking their touches and looks in stride. I wanted to protect her from any more ugliness. She never said a word but I knew it had to bother her. It was chipping away at whatever innocence she had left.
At first I thought she would be angry at my suggestion. But she wasn't.
"I know you would." She leaned over for a kiss then turned and walked away from me. I watched her move toward the bar. Her legs long below the hem of her barely there shorts. Her back exposed below the crop top she wore. And though I couldn't see them anymore I knew her breasts were threatening to spill from the front of her top.
I threw my head back in frustration. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was like being lost in Wonderland with a sexy Alice. I turned my bike around and headed for home. Just wanted some time to be alone. To ease my heartache. To try to make sense of this game we were playing where neither of us knew the rules.
We stayed in virtual silence through the next day and into the night until I dropped her off at work again. She had a bad night. The place had been rowdier than usual and she had a customer that wouldn't take no for an answer. Arnie had kicked out the guy but not before he left bruises on Buffy's arm. By the time that I came for her she was in a really pissy mood. I didn't say a word to her all the way home. Kept telling myself not to start anything. Just didn't want to fight at this point. Just agreed with her and tried to stay happy for her. When she went downstairs to change I fixed her a drink. Whiskey and soda the way she liked it. She was surprised as I handed her the drink and told me thank you. Then it started. The bitching. First about work then she moved onto the fact that we didn't have cable. I raised my eyebrow and gave her a funny look at that one.
Finally I gave up and went outside. Climbed up onto the roof of the crypt. I went there sometimes when I just wanted to be by myself. Watching the stars and the moon. There was no way I was going to fight with her. I was beginning to relax when a blanket came flying over the edge of the roof landing beside me. Then a pillow followed by another pillow.
"Buffy, I came out here to be alone. Do you know what the word privacy means?" I snarled at her.
"Spike, come grab the bag." I ignored her. "Please. You won't regret it."
I rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled to the edge.
"And what exactly am I not going to regret?"
She smiled as she saw me come into sight.
"Trust me." Then she held a shopping bag up for me to take. There wasn't much choice. So I reached down to take it. Peeked inside as I put it to the side. Saw the bottle of champagne and the portable CD player then she called out to me again. Her hand was up for me to help her up. I reached down and hauled her up to the roof. I stood smoking a cigarette as she set to work. Spreading the blanket out, throwing the pillows onto it, started a CD playing, and then she handed me the bottle of champagne to open. Just an hour ago she was all agitated now she seemed content. Maybe it was the whiskey?
"What changed your mood?" I asked her as I popped the cork on the bottle and handed it back to her. She didn't answer me until we each had taken a seat on the blanket facing each other. She took a swallow of the champagne then handed it to me.
"I missed you." That was it. She missed me. It didn't explain anything but I followed her lead and took a drink. Watching her. As she scooted toward me grabbing my feet and spreading my legs. Her eyes teasing me as she came closer. She sat between my knees with her legs over my thighs. Curling her feet until they rested against my ass. The bottle sat between us.
Buffy looked really beautiful with the moonlight shining on her hair. Even dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of ripped jean shorts. Her eyes started twinkling like she was up to some sort of mischief. She took my hand and brought it toward her.
"There's a surprise if you can find it." I groaned as she took my hand and put it down the front of her shirt. I reached down toward her breasts as she started to giggle.
"You're tickling me." Then my hand encountered plastic. My brows knitted together as I started to pull it out. It was the joint. Her hand covered mine and took it away from me. I watched as she took it from the bag and pulled a lighter from her shorts. She lit it and took a hit.
"You did this before." I asked as she handed it to me.
"Once before. Graduation night. When we were recruiting people to help fight the mayor one of the guys gave Xander a bag. Told him that if we were going to die we may as well die happy." She paused as I handed it back to her. "After everything was over we went and smoked. Oz showed us how."
As she talked we passed the joint back and forth.
"After we had finished we ended up at the donut shop at four in the morning. Bought like five dozen donuts and then went to Giles's place. Scared the hell out of him. The five of pounding on his door that early. High and hungry. But he took it in stride. But the poor man had to call all our parents and tell them where we were."
As she stopped I reached out and tried to pull her closer to me. Her body warm and soft. She resisted and stayed where she was.
"Not yet, Spike. Still have a surprise for you."
"And what's that, love?" I asked her as my hands stroked her legs. She giggled as I tickled her behind the back of her knees. Leaning forward her lips pressed to mine. The taste of champagne lingering for me.
"In a bit." We finished smoking and turned our attention to the champagne. Between sips we kissed and touched. Our hands stroking each other. There was no hurry. It just felt good for us to be here together. When we had almost killed the bottle she pulled back and reached for the hem of her t-shirt. I stopped her and whispered to her.
"Dance for me?" Her eyes flew open in surprise at my request. Then she giggled like she had a naughty little secret. Turned and crawled over to the CD player. The music for 'Sweet Emotion' started to play. Standing slowly she turned away from me. I laid back against the pillows. Couldn't quite believe she was going to do this. Even with the alcohol and pot helping to lower her inhibitions. Her hips started to sway in time to the beat. Her hands ran up her body pulling her hair up. Then she stopped and laughed. Looking over her shoulder at me.
"Keep going, baby." I gave her encouragement. This was definitely not something that I wanted to stop. "Don't be embarrassed. Just move to the music."
Buffy started to sway again. Slowly moving her t-shirt up and over her head. It landed on my face when she threw it behind her. When I pulled it off I saw that she was wearing one of my presents. A white lace cami set. It showed off the golden tone of her skin. She turned so that she was facing me again. Moving slowly to the beat toward me. Coming down on her knees she crawled over my legs up toward my stomach. Her hands pushing my shirt up. I reached out for her and she slapped my hands away.
"No touching the dancer." She told me in mock seriousness. My stomach was soon the recipient of her lips and tongue. The chills ran through my body as her tongue dipped into my belly button. Her teeth scraped across my stomach making me moan. As her hands reached for my belt I heard a noise. Looking toward the sound I saw three vampires walking toward us. Shit. They had absolutely rotten timing. Buffy had just moved to start pulling my zipper down.
"Stop." I whispered to her capturing her hands in mine.
"What? You want me to stop?." Buffy started to sit up. My hands grabbed her shoulders and held her down.
"Vampires. Coming straight at us."
She looked in the direction that I was indicating.
"Damn it."
Keeping low she crawled off of me. Moving toward one corner of the crypt. As she passed the bag she grabbed out a couple of stakes throwing one to me. She gestured toward the other end. Letting me know that was where she wanted me to go. We both hunkered down and waited until they were between us. We jumped. They were surprised as hell. Looking back and forth between us.
"So, what are you guys doing in the cemetery in the middle of the night? Does you mother know where you are?" Buffy asked them.
"Fuck you, Slayer." The leader of the group retorted at her. She giggled at him.
"Somebody was trying to and you interrupted. That wasn't nice." She answered him. Then swung at him. He stepped back and avoided her fist.
"Yeah, you look like you were fucking." He stood there and ogled her in her half naked state. Which pissed me off.
"That is my girl you're eyeing. And I am a jealous guy." He looked back at me where my fist connected with his face pushing him back. . Then the fight was on. Soon two of them were dust. And the third was running for his undead life. We just watched him run neither of us up to a chase. Then I looked over at Buffy. Standing there in her lacy cami and her jean shorts. I started laughing. And couldn't stop.
"What are you laughing at?" She put her fists on her hips and demanded an answer. I just kept laughing until I fell on the ground. She walked over to me and gently kicked me on the arm.
"Stop laughing. Now!" Buffy wasn't sure what I was laughing at. I pointed at her and she looked down at herself. Realized what she wasn't wearing. Her face turned red.
"Exotic Slaying. You could charge for the show. Kind of like mud wrestling." Then I started laughing again. Finally she started giggling too. And came at me. I stood and backed away from her. It only antagonized her. Breaking out into a run she started to chase me. And I ran from her. We started chasing each other through the cemetery. Playing hide and seek behind the crypts and tombstones. Caught her once and tried to throw her to the ground. She squealed and yelled something about grass stains. Then started running again. We just played. Catching each other every once in awhile. Which resulted in kissing and touching.
As I came around the side of a crypt with her right behind me I almost ran into direct sunlight. The sun was coming up fast. We hadn't even noticed the change because we were so intent on our game. Turning I ran back toward our place heading for the overhang. The shade provided me with a safe haven temporarily. Cupping my hands I helped her up to the roof where she handed the stuff down to me. She threw the blanket over my head and led me into the crypt.
It was a let down to end our play. The crypt was cool and dark. Compared to the daylight that we had just run from. She was laughing as she dropped the stuff onto the couch. When she saw me she got quiet. Maybe she could read my mind. Maybe she was beginning to understand me. I don't know. But she came to me. Wrapped her arms around me. Standing on her tiptoes she kissed me gently. Turning she took my hand and led me to the lower level.
The bed was soft as we lay down together. Our bodies leaning into the others. Her hand running through my hair. Moving across my body to caress me. Pulled her closer to me. Her leg moved to lie across my hips.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." She whispered to me as her lips moved along my jaw.
"Me too, baby, me too."
Everything else in our lives could go to hell. We could fight. The rest of the world could hate us being together. But when it was just the two of us like this. Everything was right. And everything was good.
