Big
thanks to Marsters’ Girl for beta’ing these chapters!
Buffy set down her
backpack and patted the grass. She smiled
happily then unzipped the bag. She
lifted the cloth high up in the air then lay the picnic mat gently on the
ground.
Buffy sat on the
mat and retrieved her bag, bringing it onto the cloth with her. She unpacked a bottle of white wine and a bottle
cooler. She slid the cooler over the
bottle, before moving her attention back to the bag.
She lay back,
waiting for the ten minutes to be up until she could drink what she hoped would
be cold champagne. She reached over and
plucked one of the Belgium chocolates that she'd brought to go along with the
wine.
The moon was high,
and the stars twinkled visibly in the clear, dark sky. The slayer had decided that tonight she
wasn't going to be the slayer, she wasn’t going to be Buffy, she was just going
to be. So she'd ridiculously splashed
out on some champagne and chocolates, and said she would be back late. Then she
had come to the top of this hill that over looked the seemingly idyllic town.
Buffy lay back on her
elbows and looked up at the midnight blue and silver that filled her
sight. Her eyes glazed over as she
searched for the constellations Spike had shown her the night before.
"Hello,
love." Spike walked around the mat
and stood beside her. "Not patrolling
tonight?"
"Nah." She moved her gaze to him and smiled. "Sit down with me."
Spike smiled,
moved to the other side, and removed his duster. Folding it he dropped it onto the mat before sitting down. There was a little beep and he watched as
Buffy looked at the wine bottle. She
picked it up and a corkscrew and held them out to him.
"Want to do
the honors?" She asked with a
smile.
"Sure." Spike took the proffered articles and set
the corkscrew down. He morphed,
sticking one fang into the cork and tugging it out. The slayer laughed as a little of the wine bubbled over the
bottle top.
She held out the
two wineglasses and Spike poured some wine into each, handing one to
Buffy. The slayer accepted the glass
and leaned over, plucking the cork from his tooth. He gave her a fangy grin before slipping back into his human
visage.
Resting the wine
bottle on a near-by rock, Spike sat back and took a mouthful of the wine. He positioned himself so that he could watch
the slayer, but at the same time not appear to be doing so.
"Xander had a
hissy fit about this morning."
Buffy mentioned. "Lasted
nearly two hours."
Spike laughed, the
rich timber of his amusement causing a smile to tug at her lips.
"Thought
you'd like that."
"Wish I'd
been there, pet."
*Me too.* Buffy thought then shook her head to clear
it.
Minutes passed in
silence, all that could be heard was the light popping of champagne bubbles and
distant noise from the suddenly very, far away Sunnyhell.
"This is
nice." Buffy murmured, taking the
last sip of her champagne. She placed
the glass softly on the ground and with a sigh lay down, resting her head on
his thigh.
Spike's hand dropped
to her head, and his fingers automatically threaded themselves through her
golden locks, as he stroked her soft hair in a smooth continuous motion.
He sighed silently
and rested his recently refilled glass on his leg. Buffy reached forward and took it, sipping it gingerly. She returned it to him, now with only half
it's contents and snuggled back into his half-embrace.
Spike lifted the glass to his lips and as he downed the rest of it. A little purr emitted unconsciously from his chest at the taste of her on the glass. He placed it softly next to hers before leaning back on his other hand.
Nearly half an
hour rolled by like this, till after one of the many church bells chimed the
hour of one. Below, they could hear
people returning from a night of
'Bronzing', and they could sense
the dangers that not even the slayer could save them all from.
Buffy sat up and
moved so she was sitting across his lap.
She smiled tenderly at him, and slid her arms around his neck as her
lips traveled to his. As their tongues
danced Spike's arms moved around her, and Buffy resisted the urge to smile at
the vibrations in his chest.
Eventually she
broke away so she could breath, and she wrapped her arms tighter around him;
burying her face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him. Spike placed gentle kisses down her neck and
across her collarbone, smiling against her skin as she moaned and tilted her
neck for him.
"Are you sure
you don't have a soul." Buffy
asked by his ear.
Spike chuckled,
"Pretty sure, love."
"But you're
so....."
"Handsome? Unbelievably sexy?" He suggested helpfully.
"Huh! I was going for something along the lines of
'soulful' or 'caring' or something."
A few moments past before she spoke again. "You're nothing like Angelus."
"Thanks."
"I mean, come
on! Look at us. If someone had told you when you first came
to Sunnydale that in four years time I'd be sitting in your lap with your face
at my neck and you wouldn't be feeding.
Would you have believed them?"
Buffy pulled away and looked at him, their faces inches apart.
"No, but four
years ago I wouldn't have believed I could be chipped either."
Buffy frowned,
"So you think the only reason we're here is because of the chip."
"Would you
have let me within a meter of you without it?"
"What?"
Spike sighed,
"Pet, do we have to talk about this?"
"No, but I
want to." Spike rolled his
eyes. "Why didn't you kill me
before?"
"I...uh, I
couldn't." Spike admitted.
"Why
not?"
"Because...you're
as strong as I am?"
"What and the
others weren't?"
"Obviously
not!" At her 'look' Spike sighed
again. "Buffy is this what you
really want to be asking me?"
"The other night
I had a dream; about parent-teacher night.
Do you remember?" Spike
nodded. "You killed my mother then
all that was left was us."
"I would
never have hurt Joyce." Spike
stated.
"Exactly,
that’s another thing. How many times
have you been alone with my mother - pre-chipping? What? Three or four times? Why didn't you kill her? How can you not have soul? What stops you? I couldn't have spent anytime alone with Angelus - all he was-
was a demon, but you're different, why?"
Agitation grew in
Spike's body. Its not like he didn't
ask himself these questions, but it always got him angry nevertheless. He slid her off his lap, moving back away
from her. Buffy frowned at him.
"Buffy, I don't
know what you're trying to do but I'm sorry I don't have a soul. I'm not Angel. I'm not gonna play his substitute. I can't do that again...not even for you." He ended quietly as he looked away.
"Spike. I know you're not Angel and I'm not using
you as a substitute. I've been having
all these weird dreams about all the different times we've fought, and they all
fell like I'm actually there, but they all end differently than how it
happened. It just sparked off all these
thoughts." She looked at his
pained features and mentally sighed.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
Spike shook his
head, "How do they end?"
Buffy moved
forward, grabbing the lapels of his duster, she pulled him on top of her as she
lay down. Her arms slid around his neck
and she pulled his face to hers.
"Like this." She
whispered just before their lips met.
Spike brought one
hand up, tangling his fingers in her hair as he deepened the kiss. She rubbed up against his arousal, and what
little was left of his control snapped.
Resting his weight on the arm holding her; he slid his other down her
body.
He slipped his
hand up her top, cupping her breast through her bra. Buffy moaned and thrust her chest up into his palm. Her hands pushed at his duster and he let go
of her long enough to remove it and his shirt.
He rolled them so that she was on top of him, never breaking the kiss as
his hands slid back under her top.
It was Buffy who
broke away from his mouth and tugged his black t-shirt over his head. She then took off her own top, sliding her
hands up his chest, as her mouth found his once again.
Spike slowly
slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, making her shiver. His hands slid around her back, unhooking the
black bra with centuries of practice.
The material dropped from her body and Spike groaned deep in his chest,
rolling her on to her back as he began to explore her body with his mouth.
His lips slid down
her throat and across her collar bone.
His tongue danced along the veins in her neck. He knew exactly where all the pressure points were, and that the
slightest touch would make her blood rush.
Buffy moaned and
writhed beneath him, her breathing shallow and erratic as wetness pooled
between her thighs. She cried out in
frustration as his mouth kiss and licked and nipped at her breast, everywhere
except her aching nipples. Spike
grinned up at her, holding her gaze as he touched the tip of her nipple with
his tongue.
She bucked up, her
hips slamming into his erection. His
mouth covered her nipple, sucking at the sensitive skin, while his teeth gently
nibbled the tip. Buffy moaned his name,
her fingers tangling in his hair as he switched to the other breast, dragging
his mouth to her body.
Her hands slid
free of his hair as he kissed further down her body. He dipped his tongue into her navel and she surged against him.
He then aimed his kisses just above the waistband of her skirt, which hung low
on her hips. He released the button and
slid the material and her underwear down her legs.
He looked up at
her as he slid his gentle hands down her leg, removing her sandals. His hands massaged her feet for a moment
before sliding up her legs, parting them gently. He placed soft kisses along her inner thigh, getting ever closer
to the scent he'd longed to taste since that fateful spell over two years ago.
Buffy cried out,
her hands gripping the soft grass beneath her as his tongue slid in between her
folds, his teeth gently nibbling at the soft skin; sending her out of her mind
with desire. He moved one hand from her
hip, pushing a finger inside her and was rewarded with more moistness drenching
his face. She groaned loudly, "Oh,
God, Spike!" He swept his tongue
up, drawing the swollen bud into his mouth as his fingers manipulated her core.
He listened to her
accelerated breathing and the breathy whimpers of his name, and he knew she was
close to coming. He sucked at her clit,
burying his face in her mound. As he scraped his blunt teeth across the tiny
bud she came.
Buffy arched her
hips off the ground, screaming his name as her orgasm slammed through her. "SPIKE!" His tongue thrust into her opening, lapping at her flowing juices,
not allowing her to come down from the incredible high he'd just given
her.
The sharp tugging
at his head forced him away from in between her thighs and he gave her a tender
smile. Slowly kissing his way back up
her body, Spike settled between her legs, kissing her masterfully. Buffy's fingers trailed down his back,
feeling the tight muscles underneath, before grasping his unfortunately-still
leather clad ass in her hands and rocking against him.
Spike groaned and
thrust, once, against her uncontrollably.
Buffy reached around and undid the fastenings and catches of his jeans,
and Spike quickly divested himself of them before moving back to her. He lay over her once again and took her head
in his hands, watching the bliss surface in her features, as he slid inside
her.
As her inner walls
clenched around him he growled deep in his chest and Buffy answered with a
moan, pulling his lips back to hers as he began to move. They moved together slowly, each wanting to
prolong the intense pleasure building up inside of them. But as their release drew near, their hips
slammed against each other and their kisses became more fevered.
Buffy arched up,
breaking from the kiss to scream Spike's name as she came; the sound bouncing
through the trees and out towards the quiet town. Spike followed her into ecstasy soon after, with a horse shout of
her name into the hollow of her neck.
As they came slowly down, Spike placed soft kisses over her racing
pulse, feeling pride at the tremors running through her body.
Buffy raised a
shaky hand and stroked the back of his head as he continued to nuzzle at her
neck. A tender smile crossed her
features as he began to purr and she let out a slow, shaky breath as she tried
to control her breathing.
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