Chapter 39 – My Girl
Spike was glaring at her. He
was in the middle of one of his post-accident tantrums. The nursing staff was
avoiding him except when it was absolutely necessary. He’d pulled out the IV
needle that was in the back of his hand because it hadn’t been used since the
day before. Blood had spurted everywhere and they had to change his bedding.
They’d threatened to put restraints on him again if he didn’t cooperate.
The current argument was
over a sponge bath.
Since his vitals had been
steady for at least twenty-four hours they’d moved him to a regular room. The
catheter was gone to his immense happiness. Only an IV was left to send
antibiotics into his system because the infection in his lungs was still
lingering. There were still problems from the head trauma that were being
investigated along with his healing ribs.
He’d just gotten settled him
in the private room the shipping company had offered to pay for, when a young
CNA had come in to bathe him. Spike had reduced her to tears with a few well
chosen words and sent her running from the room. Buffy watched the girl leave
then stalked over to the bed, hands on her hips, embarrassment and anger making
her body shake.
“How could you do that?”
Buffy said, glaring down at Spike. “She was just trying to do her job.”
“I don’t want that twit
touching me,” Spike snarled, looking toward the window. He closed his eyes for
a moment then turned his gaze back to Buffy. “There are limits to what I’ll let
them humiliate me with.”
“Oh, yes,” Buffy said,
ignoring the look in his eyes. He still needed to get out of this mood he was
in. “I forgot this was a personal vendetta to make Spike unhappy.”
“Don’t lecture me,” Spike
snapped, turning back to her. “I don’t need you mothering me.”
“Well, if I were your
mother, I’d turn you over my knee and spank you.”
The moment the words were
out of her mouth she wished she could take them back. It was just too much
ammunition for Spike to ignore and he didn’t. He arched one brow at her then
his lips twitched and finally he broke out laughing.
“Will you wear leather?”
“Oh, you are such a pig,
Spike,” Buffy said, hoping he would drop it if he thought she was annoyed. No,
of course not, not Spike, he couldn’t let it go until he had thoroughly pissed
her off.
“Oink, oink,” Spike said,
laughing. “So, how far do I have to push you before I get punished?” He wiggled
his hips. “And will you do it bare bottom?”
“You are about to get dumped,”
Buffy said, throwing her arms up in exasperation.
“Big with the threats this
morning, aren’t you?”
“Forget it,” Buffy said,
slumping into the chair. “If you want to smell bad then smell bad, if you want
to make fun of me then, fine…just go ahead.” She crossed her arms and looked
away from him. His teasing wasn’t funny to her. There was so much to his sexual
past that she still didn’t know about and it always made her wonder if he
missed it.
“Buffy, I’m sorry,” Spike
said softly. His laughter had stopped. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You did,” Buffy said,
sighing. She peeked over at him and was heartened that he did look contrite. There
was still a trace of a smile tugging at his lips though. His eyes were dancing
and she gave up. She giggled. “Hmmph, keep this attitude up and you’ll never
see me in leather.”
“Come here, pet,” Spike
said. There was such a pull from the look on his face that she had no choice
but to obey. She moved to his side and sat on the bed. Her hand wrapped around
his and he tugged her closer. “Oh, I promise that one day I will.”
Buffy bent down, rubbed her
nose against his, and whispered against his lips, “Keep dreaming.”
“Oh, I am, I am.”
They both laughed and it was
all okay between them again. He sighed and looked up at her with a resigned
look on his face.
“Call her back in here and
I’ll close my eyes while she’s washing my dangling parts.”
Like hell,
Buffy thought, as a vision of the young woman bathing her Spike filled her mind.
No one is touching you but me.
Suddenly a wicked thought
crossed her mind and she told Spike she’d be back as she disappeared to get the
necessary supplies.
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It had to be a dream but
there was no way Spike was going to pinch himself to see. There was always the
chance that he’d wake up and he didn’t want to miss a moment of this, dream or
no dream. The water was warm, the soap tart and clean smelling, and the cloth
soft as it stroked his skin. Buffy’s hand was wrapped around his ankle, holding
his leg aloft while she washed his foot.
He had a favorite fantasy
that he would run through his mind during the lonely nights on the ship.
Watching Buffy now, feeling the need to touch her and knowing he couldn’t, and
the air that crackled between them made him want to share it with her.
“You want to know what I
want to do when I get home?”
“What?” Buffy glanced up at
him absently before dipping the washcloth back in the water and squeezing it
out. She started on his leg. Long, leisurely strokes from his ankle to his knee
until the hair clung to his skin in damp curls.
“It’s going to be late in
the afternoon,” Spike said, his voice deliberately low. “That time of day when
our bedroom is filled with sunlight, casting its bright warmth over
everything.”
Buffy had finished his lower
legs and was drying them with soft caresses.
“You’re going to lead me
into the room, stopping in this sunbeam, so that it’s making your hair almost
light up. You’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen.”
For a fraction of a second
Buffy hesitated before leaving a trail of lather along his thigh.
“I come to you. My footsteps
are slow because I’m afraid you’re going to ride that sunbeam right out of my
life. But you’re there when I lay my hand on your shoulder. I can feel my cock
getting hard already.”
He double checked that the
door and shades were closed. Confident they were wrapped up in a facsimile of
privacy, he returned his gaze to where Buffy was separating his legs to wash
his inner thighs.
“You’ve got that little
smile that you get when you’re waiting. Waiting to be rewarded, to be kissed or
made love to, that smile says you’re waiting for me. So, I work up my courage
and start to undress you. You don’t object and everything lights up inside me
because this is mine. No one else’s but mine. And I kiss your flesh as I
uncover it, your shoulders, your breasts, kissing each tip, tasting them with
the tip of my tongue before falling on my knees in front of you.”
Her hands were shaking as
she twisted the cloth then dipped it in the water again. Spike looked up at her
face where her eyes were demurely down but her cheeks were high with color. She
turned back to wiping the soap from his legs.
“I move to undo your pants,
unbuttoning them, pulling the zipper down so I can kiss that part of your
stomach between your belly button and your pussy.”
She gave a soft intake of
breathe then a slow exhale. The blanket was pulled up over his legs.
“It’s so soft there, I can
smell you, and it’s teasing me to come closer but I resist. There are other
things to do first.”
Her hands slid along his
shoulders, dipping behind his neck to untie the gown. Feather light were her
fingers as they pulled the gown down his arms.
“I stand and pick you up.
You’re so trusting, so loving me with the look in your eyes. No one has ever
made me feel like you do. I lay you down on our bed but it’s got a different
comforter. A big, fluffy white down comforter that makes you feel like you’re
floating on a cloud. Your hair is all spread out over it. The only thing you’re
wearing now are these pink, lace panties. I can see your dark curls shadowed
under them. Have I ever told you that I love the fact that you don’t shave
completely? Those soft curls guarding that sweet valley. I always feel like I
have to earn my way to the center of you.”
Warm water was being dipped
over his hands as Buffy washed them. Each digit receiving its due as she ran
the cloth over them then rinsed them. Her fingers were sliding and slipping
between his under the bubbly water.
“I crawl up between your
legs and they open for me. You giggle as your finger trails along your thigh,
giving me a trail to follow. And, baby, I follow without hesitation. The
secrets you’re going to share are what I’m dreaming of, what gives me a reason
to wake in the morning. I lay down on top of you for a moment so I can kiss
you. Your hands hold my face and your tongue tangles with mine. Candy, sweet
candy kisses is what you’re giving me. My cock is separating your honey lips,
just sliding between them as I feel your juices start to flow.”
Buffy looked up at him. Her
tongue darting out to lick her lips before she looked away again. But he knows.
He knows her too well. Her pupils are dilating and he knows she is as turned on
as he is.
“But it’s not enough, Buffy,
it never is,” Spike said. “I think I could live for an eternity and I would
never have enough of you. I give you one last kiss before sliding down your
body. Your so tiny, pet, how can you hold me like I’ve never been held before?
My tongue has to taste you as I go, licking the underneath of your breast, the
salt from the sweat that tells me that you’re as hot as I am. I can hear your
heartbeat, beating out your love for me. I suckle at your breast, your nipple
hardens, getting longer as if it’s trying to french me and I want to stay. But
you’re calling to me, whispering to me, arching up against me. Your thighs are
spread even more. Your toes caressing my thighs, my hips, then back again.”
The cloth was being drawn
across his chest in slow motions. She was drawing the bath out. He smiled,
pleased that he was pleasing her.
“I force myself to continue
down your stomach, kissing, licking and nipping at your skin. My hands are on
your ass, clutching at the cheeks, pulling your panties off, then I’m there.
You’re so ready that even your curls are glistening with your wetness. I take a
deep breath. Nothing else with that scent in all the world. I’m so hard that I
have to rub my cock against the comforter just to ease it a little. I need you
so much and I finally give in. No more teasing and I let my tongue taste you
from bottom to top, sliding all the way in, flat against what has to be the
hottest pussy in the whole world. I hear you moan and your hips come up,
pushing my face deeper against you. You’re drowning me, Luv; you’re drowning a
willing man.”
Buffy climbed into the bed
next to him. She was a shield between him and the door. She drew the washcloth
along his stomach, pushing the gown further down with each stroke. Her head
settled on his shoulder and a kiss was place on the spot right beneath his ear.
“Don’t stop,” Buffy
whispered. The back of her hand brushed against the tip of his cock and it was
his turn to inhale sharply. “Please, Spike?”
He swallowed. “I start over
at the beginning,” Spike said, his breath coming in small gasps as the cloth is
drawn down the length of him. “This trip though I take the time to explore.
Darting inside your pussy to lick along your walls, to tickle along the spot
between there and your clit then I’m there. Your clit, so swollen, and waiting
for me. I run my tongue in a circle around it and your thrashing beneath me and
I let my fingers draw soothing circles on your hip. Your fingers are pulling at
my hair so I give in. My tongue strokes it, up and down, darting back and
forth. My fingers reach underneath me, slipping inside you, in and out. You’re
calling my name…”
“Spike,” Buffy groaned, as
she moved restlessly beside him. The cloth had been forgotten somewhere. Her
hand slippery with soap was wrapped around him. Her breath was hot against his
chest.
“It’s so good. You taste so
good. Your honey keeps flowing over me, coating my face, and I can’t get
enough. My fingers curl inside you, reaching all the way inside. My mouth is
sucking on your clit. You don’t stop moving and I know your close…oh, my god,
I’m going to lose it soon, baby…”
“Need you so much…”
Her hand was stroking him
faster forcing him to lose his train of thought. She lifted her leg over his so
that his thigh was pressed against her. Her hips started moving so that she was
stimulated. A haze of need was all around them.
“I keep lapping at you…ahhh,
tasting you, that’s it; Buffy...my tongue replaces my fingers so that I’m
darting in and out of you. My thumb comes over your hip to slide into your
pussy that’s so swollen in need. Oh, god, baby…”
Her fingers teased at the
sensitive area at the base of his cock before they wrapped around him again.
Sliding upwards, her thumb circled the tip before traveling down again. Her
rhythm increased in speed with each upward stroke.
“I push hard on your clit
while my tongue reaches inside you…cum with me…I can’t hold out…it’s been so
long…baby, baby, baby, Buffy, yesssssss…”
Spike came in a long slow
orgasm. She continued to caress him until he had finished releasing the thick,
white fluid over her hand and his stomach. His body was shaking from the
emotional as well as the physical release. It never ceased to amaze him how
much she gave of herself for him. It would take him lifetimes to return it. He
turned his head and pressed his lips to hers.
“Take my hand, Buffy,” Spike
pleaded, hating that he couldn’t do it. She didn’t seem to mind as she did what
he requested. She knew what he wanted. It was what she wanted too as she opened
her legs. She pressed his hand against the material damp with her desire.
“Talk to me.”
“Oh, pet, you feel so good.
Wish you were naked, wrapped around me, I’d slide my cock so far into you that
you’d wonder if I could ever get out…”
“You fill me up…I wonder how
you fit.”
Their joined hands sped up,
rubbing against her velour covered cunt, and he nuzzled against her face.
“Oh, yeah, gonna fill you up
then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress over and over, make you scream and
beat your feet against my back…”
“Sweet words…please…”
She was panting. She was so
close.
“Don’t you know what you do
to me? You take me to heaven…make me feel like a man…in your arms I am a man.
Your love, your body, a precious gift that this sinner never thought he could
ever hope to have…you made me love you, Buffy, with all my heart.”
“Oooooh,” Buffy moaned, as
her body gave in.
Her legs closed over his
hand and he felt every throb of her body as she rode out her orgasm. Tears fell
on his chest and he kissed her softly.
“My girl?”
“Always…”
to be continued….
