Title: Forever
Part: 1
Author: Celtic
Email Celtic at: Savageluck@aol.com
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is responsible for everything that is Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Spike cannot handle Buffy being away from him, and he goes to her.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: After Hell's Bells
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Spike paced around his crypt mumbling all kinds of stuff to himself. Just the other day Buffy left him, it was over, they were thru. Seeing her at that church in that stupid green looking bride’s maids dress she couldn’t have looked more beautiful. Her hair was up showing her graceful long neck, and her face was lit up like the morning sun. He wanted her to hurt seeing him with that girl. That girl he just picked up so he could show her that he is wanted. Buffy did this to him though, she was his dark angel, tortured him with every breath she took, and made his insides sing every time she was near. He didn’t want to be at that wedding with anybody else but Buffy. Spike flopped down on his bed covering his eyes with his arm. “Bollocks! I wanted to touch her so bad.” Spike groaned.
He laid there imagining Buffy standing in front of him down in his crypt in that hideous dress she had to wear. Buffy could make anything she wore absolutely stunning. She was stunning. Spike wanted to reach out and touch the vision that stood before him gracing him with his presence, making his un-beating heart dance. Reaching out for she faded away into nothing. That is exactly what Buffy was to Spike, completely untouchable. Buffy closed his tight searching for her again, grasping at his chest praying to the same God that has condemned him to let him touch his Heavenly angel one more time.
“I have touched you. I have seen Heaven, been a part of it.” Spike whispered.
Spike stood up and headed upstairs going to the fridge. He pulled out a pack of blood, and grabbed a goblet. He stood at his makeshift table pouring his blood into the goblet, adding just a touch of Wheeta-Bitz to hit to give him that extra little flavoring. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought of the last time he stood in this same place, doing the exact same thing. He could feel Buffy at his door, hesitating to come to him and yearning for his touch. His angel so afraid to touch the dark side, to be a part of what she really wants. He leaned over his table, glancing over his shoulder at the door that stood between him and is love. He flung the glass across the room, blood flying everywhere, and he stomped over to his chair and snatched up his duster storming out of his crypt.
“I know she wants me.” He snarled.
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Buffy stood at the bottom of the stairs and hugged Dawn goodnight, while she waited for Willow turn off the kitchen lights. Dawn headed up the stairs into her room, with Willow and Buffy following slowly behind her. Willow turned to Buffy before they headed into their separate rooms and hugged her real tight.
“I hope Xander and Anya make it thru this. It is hard not being with the person you want.” Willow said.
Buffy closed her eyes tight and grasped Willow even tighter. The image of Spike swarmed thru her head, spinning her senses out of control. He was her untouchable, what she yearned for but couldn’t have.
“I know.” Is all Buffy could mumble.
Buffy let go of Willow and watched her go into her room closing the door behind her. Buffy walked into the bathroom washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She glanced at the mirror and paused at herself, trying to look thru her. Her eyes dropped in sadness, and she closed them feeling a cool breeze comfort her body, pulling her into his body. Spike was holding her, arms wrapped around her waist grabbing at her hands, intertwining their fingers together. Buffy arched her head to the side exposing her neck to him, and Spike came in and nuzzled into her, kissing her gently exactly where he knew she liked it. Thos gentle kisses sent purrs up thru her chest, amazed at the noises Spike could entice from her. She spun in his arms wanting to see his cool blue eyes, but when she opened hers he disappeared into a blast of dust. Buffy sank back against the sink in the bathroom and hugged herself, and looked down at her feet.
“I have touched him. I have had what I wanted.” Buffy cried.
Buffy stood up and tried to brush her thoughts away, and walked to her room. She turned with the door, following it closed, and as it clicked shut she leaned into, wiping at the tears that began flooding her eyes.
“Did it really hurt, tonight?” The familiar British accent filled her ears, and Buffy closed her eyes again afraid he would vanish once more.
“Did what hurt?” Buffy questioned.
“Seeing me tonight. Really wanting to be with me, but standing alone watching me with another. Did it hurt?” Spike asked.
“Yes.” Buffy whispered.
Spike walked over to her, and slowly reached up placing his hand on her shoulder, feeling her soft skin pulling himself into her to breath her exquisite scent in. The only scent that traveled around, that made his slayer. The scent that swarmed around his angel.
“Tell me.” Spike whispered in her ear.
“It hurt to see you with her. It hurts to want you so much, and not have you. It hurts to feel you, and know you are not here.” Buffy cried out.
“Open your eyes luv. I am right here. I will always be right here. You can have me, I want you to have me.” Spike said as he pulled Buffy into his arms, turning her around. He grabbed her chin and cupped her face in his palm, grazing his thumb over her cheek. He leaned into her, and kissed her on her cheek.
“I am right here Buffy. Look at me.” Spike whispered.
“If I open my eyes, you’ll disappear again. I don’t want you to leave.” Buffy said, shaking her head no in his hand.
“I will never leave you. I’m right here. Look at me luv, please.” Spike begged.
Spike hated begging, but Buffy always was able to bring it out of him. She could make him fall to his knees, crawl thru fire, yell for forgiveness at the top of his lungs, sit outside heaven and wait for her, just so he could touch her, so he could feel her in his arms, and see in her eyes to her soul. Spike was helpless when it came to this small woman who carried around his heart and soul inside of her eyes. She took everything from him, and gave him everything he could never have months ago when her lips brushed over his for the first. Both searching each other for what they were missing inside themselves. Buffy put her small hand up to his that was still placed upon her face, and she squeezed her eyes shut tighter then ever before. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw Spike before her. Buffy blinked and moved her hand to his face, making sure he was really there, and her other hand wrapped around his back pulling him to her so he wouldn’t disappear again. Spike took her carefully by the back of her head and brought her closer to him, and she buried herself into his embrace.
“Don’t let me go Spike.” Buffy mumbled.
Spike leaned down into her, pulling from her just a bit. Buffy cried when she felt him begin to leave her tight embrace. He looked down into her eyes, and brought his lips down to hers begging again for entrance. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip tasting the faintness of her tears that have settled there thru the night. She slightly parted her lips searching out his taste with her tongue. Slowly and gently their tongues battled each other, savoring in the others distinct taste. Spike pulled from her lips with a small silent groan, to go back to her lips again giving her a whispered kiss.
“Never.” Spike moaned.
Buffy looked up into his eyes bringing her hands down into the front of his duster, grabbing at the lapels she slowly slipped it off of his shoulders and down his long arms. His silk shirt was only buttoned half way up, exposing his white marble chest. She leaned into him and placed butterfly kisses over exposed supple skin as she held his duster behind him throwing it across the room. Spike put his hands around her back and began slowly rubbing up and down her feminine muscles. He got lost in the sensations he was giving her, closing his eyes feeling every press of her beautiful pouty lips on his skin. Her warmth conflicting with the coolness that radiated from him, her breath melting every morsel of his being. He bent his knees and brought his hands down to her legs scratching at her clothes he moved her backside slowly, and Buffy shot out her tongue and licked up his neck, feeling for where his pulse is suppose to be. Spike groaned, and pulled away from Buffy with hesitant need.
“Buffy, I can’t, not like…..”
“You don’t want me?” Buffy cut him off.
“Cor, Buffy of course I want you. I always want you, but not like this, not just because.” Spike said.
Spike pulled completely away from her touch, unable to be in her arms when they talked like this. He didn’t want anything more in this world then he wanted the Slayer right now. He wanted her so much, and the pain that throbbed between his legs urged him to go back to her. Buffy fell against the door, and slid down it to the floor curling herself into a small ball looking up at Spike standing next to her bed. His skin was moist from the streaks of her licking and teasing at his body, and for some reason his hair was flailed everywhere, and he never looked sexier then he did right then.
“I don’t understand Spike. I thought you would never leave me.” Buffy cried.
Spike wanted to run across the room and take her in his arms, hold her, and make her understand, but he stood there unable to blink, unable to breath. Thank God he didn’t need too, he thought. Her eyes, and the tears that began falling down her cheeks crushed his un-beating heart, and thundered thru his entire being.
“I won’t ever leave you Buffy, and I want you so much. More then anything in this world, but you walked away from me.” Spike said, trying not to cry himself. Holding onto every bit of strength he possibly had.
“I know I walked away from you Spike, but seeing you. Seeing you with that girl hurt me, made me…” ”I didn’t mean to hurt you, Buffy.” Spike stopped her.
“Don’t say that. Don’t lie to me. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew it would hurt me. That’s why you brought her.” Buffy shouted as she stood up and walked over to her vanity.
She looked in the mirror, looking for him, forgetting for a split second he had no reflection. She turned to face him and Spike was right behind her, placing his hand up to her brushing away a small strand of hair that fell across her face when she was crying.
“Your right.” Spike whispered. “I did mean to hurt you. I wanted you to feel the exact same way I did. I wanted you to know you wanted me, but couldn’t have me.”
”I have had you.” Buffy moaned unintentionally pressing her head closer to his hand.
“Yes, you have had me, and you will always have me, but you have to give in to yourself and into me. We both know I am a monster, and you are better then me….”
Buffy tried to interrupt, but Spike moved his fingers over her mouth and shushed her into silence. Buffy felt strangely reassured, as his breath was vacant over her skin as he talked and breathed on her. He was nothing more then a cool breeze the flowed over her body.
“You are better then me, and one day when we are both taken from this earth for the last time you will go someplace I am never allowed to be. Even then I will be there, sitting outside the gates listening for you to breath, waiting for your touch. Even then I won’t leave you. Even then I will want you. If I cannot touch you from this day to that I will still be there sitting, waiting, never leaving.” Spike leaned in about to place a kiss to her forehead, and Buffy leaned into him, wanting to feel him. Spike stopped though, and walked away from her to the other side of the bedroom, turned and faced her.
“If you really do want me Buffy you know where to find me.” With that Spike disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Buffy rushed to the window only to find the night sky filled with flecks of glistening stars. Spike had completely vanished without a trace. Had this been real or just another a dream. Buffy thought to herself. She turned around and saw his duster lying on the floor as close to the chair as she was able to throw it. She went over and picked up the jacket moving to sit on her bed. She leaned back and curled into a small ball pulling Spike’s duster up and over her, blanketing herself in his scent. He always smelled of bourbon, smokes and a rather distinct unknown smell. She always felt the smell of cigarettes repulsed her, but with him it brought her comfort, contentment. She always knew when he was around, and it wasn’t because she was the Slayer and he was a Vampire. It was because he was Spike, he was him, he was what she wanted, what consumed her. Buffy sat up in a shot, flung his duster over her small frame, and ran out of her room down the stairs slamming the front door shut.
Dawn lay in her bed, her arms under head, and a smile surrounded her lips. She heard everything that was said between Spike and her sister. Her own heart sank at his words, she knew how much he loved her, and at the sound of the front door she knew exactly where her sister was running. She closed her eyes and soon drifted to sleep, happy that her sister found somebody that actually made her happy.
Spike lay on his bed; eyes closed wandering why in the world he walked away from the woman he loved. What on earth had possessed him to push her away and not let her take him right there. He liked being tortured, and adored pain, but this was ridiculous. Laying alone in his own bed by himself with the hardest erection he has ever had piercing against his zipper, knowing that back at Buffy’s house right now he would be inside of her if he wouldn’t have gone all poof on himself. He felt slow gentle movements roam up his body.
“Not now. I don’t need you to go disappearing on me again.” Spike grunted.
“I don’t plan on disappearing anytime soon.” Buffy whispered then kissed his ear.
Spike shivered at the feel of her warm wet lips smothering his ear.
“You won’t leave if I open my eyes?” Spike asked.
“I will never leave. I will walk out of Heaven to be with you, and search thru Hell to find you if I have to because I am never leaving, not even when we both leave this earth.” Buffy said.
Spike smiled and opened his eyes to see Buffy over top of him, pressing her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her body, under the duster that still covered her. He brought his head up moving his lips closer to hers, but pulling away before they connected.
“You know that is my duster?” Spike questioned, his smile widening.
“I know. Do you want it back?” Buffy asked with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Of course I want it back.” Spike laughed.
“What if I say I want it, and you can’t have it back?”
“That wouldn’t be quite fair luv, you know I can’t say no to you.”
“Well then I think I am going to keep it.” Buffy scoffed, moving her shoulders up looking down at the duster as much she could without breaking the feel of him underneath her.
“Do you want the duster as much as you want me, Buffy?” Spike asked.
“No.”
Spike flipped her over and balanced himself on top of her, not wanting to crush her. He moved his hand down to her side, knowing she was ticklish right on the side of her stomach. Spike always took great pride in knowing that he found a weakness in his Slayer. That he could always make her laugh with just a graze of his fingertips of that small area of flesh. As his fingers danced over her skin, Buffy began to squirm and giggle underneath him. He moved in crushing his lips to hers searching out passage to her mouth. Buffy giving into him tangled her fingers in his hair as her tongue tangled with his. Spike broke away abruptly.
“Tell me Buffy.” Spike breathed. “Tell me you want me.”
“I…I want you.” Buffy stuttered. “I want you to make love to me.”
Spike tilted his head, and searched for the truth in her eyes. Buffy was a lot of things, strong, compassionate, smart, quick with the tongue, but she was definitely not a good liar. He moved down over her neck and began kissing her neck finding the lapels of his duster and moving them slowly over her shoulders. Buffy rose up slightly into his lips to free her arms from his duster. The second they were loose she wrapped her arms around his neck holding him to her skin.
“Forever.” She moaned.
“Forever.” Spike said between kisses.
Buffy found the collar of his shirt and began pushing down at it trying to expose his skin. She leaned into his neck and licked and kissed at him as she exposed him to her. Spike searched for the bottom of her shirt with his hands, and moved down to her stomach teasing at her belly button with his tongue slowly pulling up her shirt. Buffy rose up and helped him pull her shirt over her head, and then pulled Spike’s shirt from his arms. She lay back down, and Spike looked up at her, and froze inside her. Her beauty was always blinding, a miraculous work of art you could loose yourself in for eternity. Buffy grazed her hands over her breast moving towards the front clasp to release them, but Spike stopped her hands before she could get there. He rolled his hands over hers, causing friction to flood over her taunt nipples. Buffy moaned in response grinding herself on his knee searching the same friction between her legs. Spike smiled when he moved his fingers to her clasp and undid her bra, slipping it off of her arms. He moved his head down to her shoulder purposely evading her breasts, knowing that’s what she wanted. He licked and nipped at her neck, feeling her pulse rush under his tongue. Buffy moved her hands down to his pants wandering for his zipper, but Spike grabbed her hands and moved them above her head holding them in place. Buffy groaned in protest moving her hips faster against his knee.
“Slowly luv, slowly.” Spike whispered in her ear.
He moved down her body and found one of her nipples. He tugged on the hard nub with his teeth, licking and nibbling making her sense soar. Buffy arched up into his mouth and Spike moved to the other breast giving it the same amount of attention as the first. His free hand moved down to her breast and he squeezed it, and rolled the nipple between his fingers. Spike sat up and placed his lips against hers licking at her bottom lip searching out her tongue. Their kiss was full of passion and want. Tenderness melted between them both. He released her arms and moved from her lips.
“Stay there.” He said.
Spike moved off the bed and undid his pants, and let them drop to the floor. He climbed up on the bed again and kneeled at Buffy’s feet looking up her body. He leaned over her and grabbed at her bra and the duster that was still on the bed underneath her. Buffy shifted around slowly as Spike pulled the items off of the bed and dropping them to the floor.
His head moved down to her stomach and he kissed her above her waistband of her jeans as his hands found her button and slowly began unbuttoning her jeans. With each button that was released Buffy cried out in pleasure of what was about to come. The images that roamed thru her head along with the feel of his cool hands grazing over her warm flesh sent a vibrating need to her center. With both hands Spike reached up and slowly pulled her pants down, gently uncovering a piece of her skin at a time. When her jeans slipped over her feet he dropped them to the floor and took her ankle in his hands. He kissed her ankle, and listened to Buffy purr at every touch of his lips. He moved up her leg and kissed the inside of her thigh, then moved to the other leg. Slowly keeping his pace, trying to keep his own urges under control and not go to where she wanted him to be.
Spike moved up her body slowly, planting a kiss just above her dark curls. Buffy lifted her hips trying to move him to where she desperately needed him to be. Her hands moved to the back of his head, urging him to move lower.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk luv. I told you to stay.” Spike chuckled.
Spike moved her arms back over her head, and brought his lips down to hers again tasting her one more time.
“Now this time stay.” Spike ordered.
Buffy was moving around urging him to touch every bit of her, needing to feel him inside her.
“Please Spike.” Buffy cried.
Spike smiled at her begging for him, and lowered his head down between her legs, and kissed her warm center. Her heat could melt his lips devour his tongue. Buffy rocked her hips to meet his lips. Spike tasted her sweetness, always tasted like honey, smelled like vanilla, and he always knew it was her, his Buffy. He licked her hard nub, and sucked it into his mouth as he spread her lips apart to get better access.
“Is this what you want Buffy.” Spike asked.
Hearing Spike say her name like that made her even wetter, and new sensations blew thru her body.
“Yes.” Buffy breathed.
Spike lowered his head again to wet curls, and licked her from the bottom to the top. His fingers found her core and he moved one inside of her, slowly feeling her clamp around his finger. His tongue quickened the pace and he licked up her juices and sucked on her sensitive nub, rejoicing in her taste. His cock throbbed, dieing to be inside of her, but he kept himself restrained to those urges.
Spike inserted a second finger stretching her preparing her to be filled with him. With the second finger he hurried his pace, burying his fingers deep inside, faster and harder. His tongue roamed over her swollen lips, up and down enticing miraculous noises out of Buffy. He savored in the noises that filled his ears, and the taste that swarmed over his tongue. Buffy moved her hips, meeting his fingers, squeezing around them.
“Uhn, uhn, uhn.” Buffy groaned in pleasure.
“I’m gonna come.” Buffy shouted.
Spike removed his fingers from her core, and shoved his tongue inside her. Buffy started shaking and convulsing her hips, as Spike held her down slamming his tongue in and out of her. Buffy screamed as an orgasm ripped thru her, her muscles clenching around his tongue. Spike lapped at her juices that flowed into his mouth, dying at the taste of the sweet nectar.
Spike rose up from between her legs and looked down at her.
“What do you want now? Tell me Buffy.” Spike said.
Buffy smiled, quickly grabbed Spike by the shoulders and flung him over on his back as she straddled his legs. She quickly moved down to his chest with her lips, tasting his flesh, searching out his hard nipples. She took one of his nipples in his mouth and bite down on it, listening for his grunt; she scratched her nail down his chest and over his stomach. Buffy moved up his body and crushed her lips to his gaining entrance into his mouth. Her tongue scrapped over his teeth, and she could taste herself on his lips still. She grew wet from the taste of him and her intermingled together in his mouth. She broke apart from his lips needing breath.
“I want this.” Buffy smiled.
Her small hand wrapped around his erection, and she leaned down and flicked her tongue over the tip. Her hand became moist with the pre-come that dripped from Spike when she tasted his flesh. Her hand began taking slow movements up and down his shaft, and she took him inside her mouth. His cock went thru her lips, and over her teeth, and she gently scrapped him as she descended down his shaft. Her free hand roamed over his legs, her other hand finding his sac and playing with them, waiting them to stiffen. She rubbed his balls between his fingers, cupping them as she moved up and down on him with her mouth. Her mouth was so hot and wet it sent Spike on fire. His hips started bucking up against her, and he grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her over his cock. Buffy speed up taking him in further and deeper. When she would pull out, she would lick at the slit on his head, roam her tongue over it before taking him back into her mouth again. Each stroke she would go deeper, and faster. His dark curls that surrounded his cock tickled her nose as he slammed his pelvis into her face.
“Buffy stop. I’m going to come, if you don’t.” Spike grunted.
Buffy kept going down on him, pulling him further into her mouth. Spike tried to pull her off of him with his hands, grabbing at her shoulders, trying to lift her away from him but she held onto his hips. She manipulated his balls and rolled them around faster, squeezing them harder. She sucked him all in, and as she pulled away her tongue licked at the bottom of his shaft and he began coming. Buffy quickly moved her head up and down his length milking him. Spike’s hips bucked into harder a couple times, and then he fell back on the bed spent.
Buffy moved up his body, and shot out her tongue to the corner of her mouth licking her lips, tasting the last bits of him she had lingering there. She looked down into his hooded, pleasured filled eyes, and smiled. She knew she did that to him, and she was always amazed she could.
“That was unfair.” Spike smiled.
“Why, you didn’t enjoy it?” Buffy asked worried about her performance.
“Cor, luv I enjoyed it so much. It was amazing.” Spike smiled.
Buffy looked confused, and just when she was about to say something Spike grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back. He pressed his body against hers, sliding the tip of his again erect cock over her wet lips, teasing her entrance. He slowly just inserted the head of his cock into her, and Buffy moaned at the fill of him starting to spread her.
“I wanted to come here, luv.” Spike whispered in her ear, kissing it gently and then moving completely inside of her.
Buffy’s walls squeezed around him, and she moved her legs up and around his waist giving him better, more access to her entrance. Spike slowly slid out of her, and back in making each movement more exquisite then the first. Buffy moved her hips slowly towards him as he came to her. Wanting him deeper inside of her, he moved just right smashing his pelvis against he hard clit, making her cry out.
“Say my name Buffy.” Spike said.
Buffy looked up into his eyes, and wrapped her arm around his neck pulling him down to a tender kiss. They never broke from each other, still moving together. Spike sheathed in her warmth, and Buffy closing around him. They were made for each other. Passion swam thru their kiss, tenderness flooded over their movements. Spike pulled out of her, stopped his movements, and backed away from their tender kiss.
“Say it Buffy. Say my name. Don’t make me beg.” Spike pleaded.
“Sp…Spike, I want you. I want you inside me forever Spike. Please Spike.” Buffy begged.
Spike smiled down at her and moved his lips to her gaining access, as he moved himself back inside her warm center. He quickened the pace, moving in and out of her faster harder. Slamming into her depths. She met him blow for blow, as he pounded into her. Her legs clamped around his waist, and she tightened her grip around him forcing him deeper inside of her. She broke the kiss needing to breath.
“Uhn, uhn, OH GOD!” Buffy yelled. “OH Spike! I’m gonna come.”
Spike felt his balls tighten, and sped up slamming harder into her, moving her across the bed. Buffy reached up and grabbed the bedposts holding them in place as Spike pounding into her hitting her clit with every movement making her scream. Her body began shaking, she barely could breath, she wanted him to stop, and this was too much.
“Stop oh God Spike stop.” Buffy screamed.
She grabbed the bedposts tighter, reaching out for anything, she finally grabbed at Spike’s hair pulling on it, and her other hand scratched at his back, as her body went into convulsions. The marks on his back began trickling out blood, and when the cooper scent rushed to his nose, he vamped out and moved to Buffy’s neck piercing thru her supple skin. Her blood gushed over his lips, flooding down his throat. Buffy screamed, and her hips slammed up into Spike harder as she came. Her orgasm ripped thru her like wild fire, burning at her insides. Both of them were shot into oblivion, each other’s names flooding over one another’s lips as they screamed out in ecstasy. Spike moved inside of her a few more times and he receded his fangs from her neck, as his dead cold seed shot into her. He softly licked at the wounds that trickled blood from them. He buried his face down in the crook of her neck and slowly moved in and out of her, as her orgasm swam over her body, and they both lay there shaking. Spike finally stopped his movements and laid there for a sec kissing at the wounds that were already beginning to heal on the Slayers neck. He looked up at her, and moved in for a gentle kiss. Tenderness was found once again in this last kiss, slow, exquisite, and loving.
“Are you ok, Buffy?” Spike questioned, concern in his voice.
“I’m ok Spike.” Buffy said shakily.
Spike didn’t believe her. He knew something was wrong, but wasn’t sure if he should keep asking. He just lay there and began kissing her gently over her face, softly licking at her lips, kissing over her closed eyes, sucking in her earlobes. He moved out of her, and Buffy groaned in a little bit of protest and pain. He curled up next to her, and moved her over cradeling her into his arms. He grabbed at the blanket that covered his bed and wrapped them up in it.
“Are you sure luv, that you are ok? You screamed you wanted me to stop at the end there, and I didn’t. I’m sorry Buffy.” Spike said ashamed. Ashamed for more then just not stopping when she said.
Buffy rolled over so she could look at him, and put her hand over his cheek.
“I am really ok Spike. I am so much ok right now, that I am scared. I didn’t really want you to stop.” Buffy said.
Spike closed his eyes and moved his head down in shame, not wanting to look at her.
“Buffy, I am sorry I bit you. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Spike whispered.
Buffy shook her head quickly, moving her hand down so she could raise his eyes to meet hers.
“Spike, look at me.”
Spike opened his eyes, and they pierced thru Buffy’s hazel ones. They were filled with so much sadness, regret and fear.
“Everything is ok Spike. You were amazing. I have never made love…”
Spike blinked at her words, couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was saying they made love. Admitting to it.
“I have never made love to anybody like I just did with you. I am scared for another reason.” Buffy said.
“You don’t have to be scared Buffy.” Spike said.
“I know I don’t, but I am.” Buffy admitted.
“Tell me. Tell me why you are scared luv.” Spike pleaded.
Buffy was hesitant at first, she looked into his eyes, and moved into his lips searching for his tongue with hers. Tasting him before she broke away and rolled back over. Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and found one of her hands moving his fingers in between hers.
“I’m scared because I know this shouldn’t be.” Buffy said. “I shouldn’t be making love to a Vampire.”
Spike nuzzled into her neck, squeezing her in his arms a little tighter. His eyes began to close, ready for sleep to take him over. Buffy’s breathing became more relaxed, and she knew sleep was about to consume her too, but she needed to get this out.
“I shouldn’t want a Vampire as much as I want you.” Buffy cried.
“I shouldn’t want a Slayer as much as I want you.” Spike said.
Buffy shut her eyes, and took in a deep breath. She knew the ramifications of what she was about to say, but inside she wanted to yell it from the rooftops.
“I shouldn’t love a Vampire like I love you.” Buffy whispered.
Spike’s eyes shot open and leaned up on one of his elbows and looked down at her. Buffy rolled her head over so she could see him, and slowly opened her eyes. Her hair was all tousled from when they made love, and it stuck up in all kinds of different directions, and it splayed across his satin black pillowcase. She never looked lovelier then she did right then, and she was in his arms.
“Say it again.” Spike said with a small smile on his face.
“I love you.” Buffy whispered.
“Spike. I love you Spike.” Spike said
“I…..I love you…Spike.” Buffy stuttered.
“I love you too Buffy.” Spike smiled.
He leaned down and kissed her passionately, roaming her mouth with his tongue. After a kiss that could end all other kisses in the history of the world, they broke from each other, and Spike lay back down next to his Slayer, his Buffy. He pulled her into his embrace tighter, and she smiled as she felt his arms protectively wrap around her, wanting to hold her as they slept. She was finally going to stay with him, and who knows, tomorrow maybe he could stay with her.
“I love you Buffy.” Spike whispered in her ear. “Forever.”
Spike feel asleep with those last words, and Buffy squeezed his arms bringing one of his hands to her lips placing a small gentle kiss across it. She wrapped herself back in his arms, cuddling up against him before she closed her eyes. About to fall asleep Buffy breathed out one final word, that danced in Spike’s un-beating sleeping heart.
“Forever.”
The End