Title: Midnight Tryst
email Gillian at: weavermm@bellsouth.net
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Buffy is dancing and Spike watches her before he sneeks in through her window.
Rating: R
Spoilers:Up to 'Crush'
It had been a long day, and an even longer night so far.
Buffy was feeling very restless even after patrolling. She slipped a CD in to the little stereo in her room, and hit the play button.
As she puttered around the room; putting up laundry, straightening here and there, the CD played through the songs.
One of them caught her attention and really fit how she was feeling. It tugged on the restlessness welling up inside of her.
She reached down and put the song on repeat. As she moved about the room still putting things away, she started moving a bit to the music. Finally she simply abandoned herself to the song. The beat rolled through her, throbbing in time to her heart. She swayed to the music, eyes closed, hands in her hair.
'You make me feel like a sticky pistil
Leaning into her stamen.
You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself.'
Alone in her room, Buffy started to slowly undress to the music. She ran her hands down her body, head thrown back.
Her hands unfastened the top of her jeans, sliding them open, gently tugging them down first on one side then the other.
'You make me feel like splendor in the grass where we're rolling
Damn Skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's running between my thighs.'
Putting her hand on the back of the chair at her desk, Buffy swayed down toward the floor, leaning over, letting her hair sweep across the carpet, then rolling back up as she slid the jeans further down.
She moved in time to the beat in the back of the song.
'You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love
You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love'
Moving slowly and sensually, she slid one leg of the jeans down, stepping out of it. She rolled to the other leg, and repeated the movement.
As she stepped completely out of the jeans, she was wearing only a pair of black lace underwear and a cropped tee shirt.
'You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny
You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door.'
Buffy swayed from side to side as she bent her knees and lowered herself toward the floor, hands sliding down her thighs, and then back up the insides of her thighs as she stood back up.
She ran one hand across her lace-covered mound, the other hand back up into her hair, pushing it up on top of her head.
She ran her hand down the side of her face, down her neck and across one breast to her stomach. The other hand slid up across her mound again, up her abdomen, meeting the other hand.
Then both hands inched up her body, to caress her breasts, under the tee shirt, as she raised the shirt to take it off.
'And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt
That I'm wearing and you would open the door
And tie me up to the bed.'
Since Buffy had not worn a bra under the tee shirt, she stood there slowly dancing to the music in just the lace underwear, hands running over her breasts as her nipples hardened from her own touch.
She kept her eyes closed and imagined it was very male hands that touched her, that slid slowly down her body, hooking thumbs in the edge of the black lace, inching it down from side to side as she moved.
'You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love
You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love'
The scrap of lace was dropped to the floor as well. As Buffy ran her hands over her now nude body, she still imagined it was a cool pair of male hands touching her. She didn't need to put a name to the owner of the hands. They were cool in her mind, so they weren't human, but vampire.
'Lover I don't know who I am.
Am I Barry White - am I Isis?
Lover I'm laced with your unconscious,
I will be your Desdemona'
Her hands continued to touch her body, now finding her own throbbing warmth as the song repeated, the image held in her mind.
It didn't take long for her body to tense and quiver with its release.
As Buffy calmed, she reached down and picked up the clothes she'd tossed on the floor and hit the repeat button off on the stereo as she walked past it to put the clothes in the laundry hamper.
She walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
* * * * * * * * * *
Outside Buffy's window, hidden in the shadows, Spike had watched the entire 'performance'. He was so turned on and hard, his jeans were painful. But there on the roof, he didn't dare relieve himself in case some neighbor saw him.
He lit a cigarette with shaking hands, smoking it while Buffy was in the bathroom.
By the time she came back into her bedroom, clad in only a towel, he had calmed somewhat.
The desire remained, running through his body like a fine line of fire along every nerve ending he had.
He saw the drops of water on Buffy's shoulders. He wanted so badly to lean down to that shoulder and lick the drops off.
The blonde vampire watched as Buffy dried off and slipped into a silky nightgown. It was pale lavender with little spaghetti straps. It barely reached to mid thigh.
Reaching over to change the stereo from CD to radio, Buffy then crawled into bed and turned out the light next to her.
Spike waited in the shadows of the roof.
He knew the song she had been listening to and liked it. He liked the images it offered, especially the part about being tied to the bed.
What he wouldn't give to be able to tie the tempting blonde slayer to her bed as he made love to her. He could admit to himself that that was what he wanted. Not just to shag her, but to make love to her as she deserved to be loved.
Did he think he could do that? Yeah, he did. He knew this girl. Knew he could push all the right buttons for her if she'd just let him.
He smoked another cigarette as he waited in the shadows for her to go to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * *
Finally, feeling that Buffy was asleep by now, Spike crept slowly into the house. He knew Buffy didn't know that her sister had invited him back in a couple of days after he'd been sealed out. He also knew her sister was in LA for the weekend, so Buffy was alone in the house.
He moved silently to the drawer where he knew she kept several scarves. Selecting a couple that he felt would work, he moved just as silently back to the bed where the tiny blonde slept.
Spike carefully laid his coat on the floor, and removed his boots. If she threw him out, he could grab them in a hurry.
He gently raised her arms above her head, tying them to the open metal headboard with the scarves. He also knew that they wouldn't hold her for more than a second if she wanted lose. With her slayer strength, she could rip the scarves apart before he could draw an un-needed breath. The vampire reached over and turned the stereo down low, switching it back to CD and put the same song on repeat.
He lay down next to the woman he loved, put an arm around her and leaned over to kiss her as she slept.
* * * * * * * * * *
Buffy was dreaming. She had imagined cool male hands on her body earlier. In her dream, those hands caressed her again, and soft cool lips kissed her. She moaned slightly in her sleep and gave into the kiss of her dream lover. She could hear that oh-so-sexy song in her mind. The steady pounding beat of it always excited her.
As she gave herself over to the dream, those wonderful hands kept touching her in all the right places, as the soft lips became more demanding on hers. She arched into the cool body next to hers. It took a few minutes, but she finally realized somewhere in her mind that the hands and lips were real and not just a dream. Pulling herself from sleep, she became aware that her hands were tied to the bed, gently and with some soft material. The song really was playing next to her. Buffy opened her eyes into a pair of blue eyes above her. Eyes that were darkened with passion and desire.
"Spike! What are you doing? What are you doing in here?"
"I'd think it was obvious what I was doing, luv. You certainly have been enjoying it so far."
"You know, you kiss wonderfully for someone who is asleep. Like to find out what your kisses are like with you awake now." He leaned back over to kiss her again.
Her body was already on fire. Her own dancing and teasing her self earlier, and now Spike's actions while she was asleep... It had been so long since her body had been touched by anyone other than herself. It took the edge off, but just was not what she craved.
But Spike?!
He broke the kiss so she could breath, running his lips down her neck and into the edge of her hair behind her ear.
She thought her skin was going to jump right off her body from sheer pleasure.
Gasping for breath, she murmured, "Spike, what are you doing?"
The blonde vampire raised his head slightly so he could look into her eyes.
"I want to make love to you. You can't tell me that you don't want to be touched. Your body gives you away. You pressed into me in your sleep, moaning with desire. You could have pulled your hands lose in a second, yet you haven't. It's right out of the song playing. The one you listened to earlier."
"H-how do you know about that?"
"I watched you, luv. I thought you were gonna kill me just by watching you."
"What were you thinking of while you danced?"
She looked at his sculpted face as the moonlight from the window threw it into highlights and shadows. It made her catch her breath at the sight.
"I imagined cool male hands touching me instead, just like now in my dream. Except this wasn't a dream. This was real."
"You're still dressed, luv. I was waiting for you to wake up. As much as I want you, I wouldn't take you like that."
"Cool male hands, luv? Whose hands were they?"
Buffy was confused.. She didn't want to have to put a name to them. She said nothing, just looked at him as her breath caught in her throat. He was close enough that if either of them had inhaled deeply, the other would be pulled against them.
"Close your eyes and look at what you imagined. Whose hands are they, luv?" "Angel's? Riley's? Mine?"
Buffy was shaking. Part of it was from passion unfulfilled, part of it was from her mind's eye trying to avoid what he was asking her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, thinking back to her dance earlier, looking closely at the hands she'd imagined on her body.
She gasped again as her eyes flew open. Both times, those very male hands had had chipped black polish on them! * Oh, God! *
"Whose hands, luv?" Spike asked her again, very softly, very gently, very insistently.
"They were y-yours!" She whispered to the vampire just inches above her.
"Don't sound so shocked, luv. I thought they might be. "
"I know you're always aware that I'm a vampire. But you seem to always forget something about that too." He looked at her, as he trailed his finger down the line of her jaw. She leaned into it without even thinking.
"What do you think I forget, Spike? " Buffy's voice was barely a whisper as it trembled.
"You forget we have enhanced senses, Buffy. Even when you're angry at me, I can hear your heart beat faster, I can tell your breathing speeds up."
"It's just being angry at you."
"No, luv. It's not and you know it. Because under neither all of that, I can smell your arousal. Every time you're near me, it's there."
She couldn't deny it to him or to herself. It's why she tried so hard to stay angry with him, to keep him pushed away. But her body did betray her, just as her mind had. It was his hands she saw touch her. He was the one that aroused her, even when they fought. Especially when they fought!
"W-what are you going to do about it?"
"This." He leaned back across the last inch to kiss her again, exploring her mouth, feeling her pulse on his tongue, the scent of her desire in the back of his throat.
He reached up to slide his hands ever so slowly up her arms while he kissed her. When he reached her hands, he pulled the tie of the scarf, releasing her.
Buffy brought both arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, arching her body into his.
She did want him. Heaven help her, but she did.
She broke the kiss, as both of them were gasping. "Spike..."
"Yes, luv?"
" Didn't you say something about making love to me?"
"I did."
"Show me what you had in mind, Spike." She smiled up at him.
That slow, sexy smile crept across his face, melting her into a puddle in his arms.
Neither of them said anything else, but the room was far from silent as he did exactly what she asked him to do.
The End