Buffy + Spike = Perfection
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Title: Buffy + Spike = Perfection
Author: Earth Princess Trinity
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Rating: NC-17
Classification: Buffy/Spike, Mainly. Some W/T and X/A.
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me, they belong to the EXTREMELY lucky Joss Whedon, I’m just borrowing them to entertain me and the fic readers. So PLEASE don’t sue me!
Spoilers: Buffy’s mom already died, Riley still left, Spike still loves Buffy, Dawns still the key, Glory still beat up Spike, Robot Buffy is still destroyed, and Buffy still kissed Spike. I don’t now if this Fic contains future spoilers, but I hope so.
Summary: This is not *just* smut. It’s got lots’ o plot. (and smut too. *Giggles*) It’s about Buffy and Spike so fans of that couple....READ IT! This is going to be a VERY long story, or a series.
Status: *Unfinished*
Part 1
*Hunger. Hunger in more ways than one* Spike thought. *The Slayer.* That's all he thought. He could smell her in the night air. Several weeks before he had confessed his love to her only to be slapped down.*Punched actually.* He thought wincing in recollection. Then he got his permission to enter the house revoked, Her friends would not even tolerate the sight of him, and even the little neblin, Dawn, refused to speak to him. He was officially shut out of her life.
Especially since she avoided him when she went out patrolling. He felt very, very alone. *What the hell, What the BLOODY hell do I have to do to get her to love me?* He questioned himself. *Stupid Wanker!* His mind shouted at him when it drew a blank. Days after her mom died,*Pity I really liked her. More than I admitted.* Buffy and Dawn both had a mental break down. But they both got through it. Now Buffy was getting over a particularly bad case of Slayer flu.
She had also ‘ripped’ apart the robot. The one that looked exactly like her, smelt exactly like her, sounded exactly like her and was warm like her too. The only problem was he *KNEW* it wasn’t her. No matter what his body said his mind shouted the truth.
Then impersonating his robot, she asked him a bunch of question about the whole Glory incident and then *SHE*, the real Buffy, kissed *HIM*!
Maybe there was hope after all.
He followed the real Buffy from the shadows. Cautiously, knowing if he got to close she would sense him. He continuously was amazed at the smell her. He found himself wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled *Sweet, buttery, vanilla.* He shuddered with desire.
*God, she’s beautiful.* He thought as he watched her slay a fledgling vampire. He edged closer.
Buffy had just finished staking a newly risen vamp. She slapped her hands together and rubbed.
"That was way too easy." She said aloud. Then she tensed. "Spike? Where are you? Come out and play." She sing-songed, while twirling her stake. As he emerged from the shadows her breath caught. *He sooo damn sexy.* Then she slapped her forehead. *What the hell am I thinking this is Spike! Gross! Right?* " Sooo... Were you just out for a stroll? Ooor...Were you just out stalking me?" She inquired, one eyebrow raised.
*Deadly and Beautiful* "Both, actually." He said.
She raised her other eyebrow to join the first. Suddenly, he had her pinned to the ground. The wind rushed out of her and she gasped, trying to regain her breath. She stared up into his eyes, mistaking the desire and lust in his eyes, for hate. As his face morphed into vampire visage she quickly squeezed her eyes shut with a fearful whimper. *I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die...* Her mind cried as she tried to unsuccessfully contain a shudder.
Spikes eyes widened. She had just closed her eyes, whimpered and shuddered. He could smell her fear, and instead of savoring it, it pained him.
Suddenly the clouds burst open, showering them both with ice cold water droplets. Buffy shuddered and gasped as her clothes soaked up water and Spike did the same, hearing her do so. After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, Spike gathered Buffy in his arms and carried her to her house, which was right around the corner. He stopped at the door.
"You have to invite me in, Slayer." He practically growled, because her body was quivering and pressed firmly against him. She shook her head, disagreeingly. She tried to stand up but stumbled, causing him to have to stoop quick and low to catch her. "Slayer! Now!" This time he did growl, deep in his chest. Buffy shuddered, not out of fear, but out of desire.
"You can come in Spike." She managed, through clattering teeth.
"Thank you, Slayer." He said as he pushed the door open. He hurried her inside and started up the stairs.
"Where’s the neblin?" At her, Are-you-crazy look he said, "Dawn, I meant Dawn."
Part 2
Spike walked into Buffy’s room with Buffy still in his arms. She had just told him that Dawn was at her friend Melonie’s house. He shut the door behind him and carefully laid her on it. She immediately sprang up from it, then clutched her head.
"Lie down, Pet. I’m not going to hurt you, you know I can’t." Spike said trying to get her on the bed, she complied. She sat, then started coughing.
When it didn’t stop, Spike held her shoulders and looked at her with deep concern.
"I’m still getting over the slayer flu..." She said, when the coughing subsided.
Spike motioned towards her dripping clothes, he knew she needed to get out of them.
"You need to change, luv."
Buffy nodded, she was beyond freezing and approaching numb. He held out his hand and she took it. She stood and closed her eyes, willing the dizziness to go away. Spike was still holding her hand and it tightened around hers in concern. She opened her eyes, still dizzy, and gave him a small smile.
Buffy took one step and blacked out.
As she crumpled to the ground, Spike rushed to her and picked her up again. Buffy was wet, cold, and unconscious... He didn’t know what to do.
He looked at her, now unconscious body.
*Damn.* He thought as he lay her on her bed.
His gaze fixed on her clothes. *If I don’t get her out of these, she’ll bloody catch frickin pneumonia.*
Or, *If I do, she’ll most likely kill me.*
As He weighed his options, he realized there really was no option. He shook his head, and removed her jacket, shoes and socks. He sighed a non-existent breath and removed her pants. His sigh caught in his throat as his gaze fell onto a pair of crimson satin panties, that were dangerously low on her hips.
As he tried to clear his mind of her and his erection, he got up and went into her drawer and found some black sweat pants. Spike made his way back to her and gently slid the pants up and over her legs. He non-breathed a sigh of relief. Then he started taking her shirt up and over her head, and he could have died, again, on the spot. Buffy was wearing a bra that matched the panties, it was crimson satin and was so low that it barely had enough material to cover her areolas. If possible, his erection became even more erect. He grabbed a black sweat shirt and slowly and gently put it on her.
Buffy woke when she felt Spikes cool hands trail down her stomach, bring the sweat shirt with it, it took all her power not to shudder, not out of fear, not out of disgust, out of desire. She’d never shown affection towards Spike, except for the kiss, because she was on the edge of falling in love with him, although she’d never admit it to anyone but herself and Mr. Gordo.
She enjoyed the feel of Spikes hands on her, she shivered out of delight. *NO! Not delight! Disgust!*
Her brain shouted but then it was silenced by her heart saying, *Yeah right. You keep thinkin that.*
His hands were so gentle, so caring, so careful, and something she’d never thought she’d want...
So loving. At that precise moment Spikes hand left her skin, she caught it and opened her eyes. Her calm gaze met his startled one. Then she let herself fall for him, knowing it would be alright.
Part 3
She took the hand she grasped and kissed eack knuckle softly, as she kept eye contact.
She smiled and he grew very uncomfortable.
*What the HELL is she doing?!* His whole being shouted, and he groaned as his already present arousal grew. He watched as her lips moved over his knuckles.
"Thank you." Buffy said softly, when she let go of his hand.
"Uh, your, uh, welcome." Was all Spike could manage.
"Lie down with me." She said just as softly but it wasn’t a question it was a gentle demand. And he obeyed, as they got under the covers she snuggled up against him and sighed.
Spike held her to him, and stroked her hair, she pulled away a bit and slowly pressed her lips against his. *OH MY GOD!* She thought as a rush of feelings and warmth surged through her. She loved the way thier mouths fit perfectly agaisnt one another.
Spike thought, *Oh BLOODY Hell!*, She was kissing him again, but this wasn’t a reward kiss, this was what? A loving kiss?
His tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking sweetly for premision to enter.
She moaned into his mouth as she let his tongue invade her mouth, she met his tonuge with her own. Their kiss suddenly turned form tender and gentle, to passionate and demanding. Their tongues battled ferioucly, Spike pulled away so she could catch her breath, he gazed at her questioningly.
She smiled up at him and said.
"I love you."
Everything else was a blur, clothes were torn in frensy, their mouths met with a smack, Spike then slowed them down.
He was positioned at her entrance. He looked deeply into her eyes.
"I love you, Buffy." He said. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, afraid to push her to far to quick.
"Spike, I love you, please make love to me." She said softly.
He smiled and slowly thrust into her with more gentleness then he was ever to be granted.
They both moaned as he started thrusting slowly. She kissed him, and the kiss increased their passion. They started moving in a rush, bodies smacked together, her nails clawed at his back and he nipped at her neck. Spike reached down and started fingering her clit, hard and fast. She arched up into him, pushing him farther and deeper inside of her. Then, unexpectedly she came. With a bursts of light and color. She turned her neck and gave him better acese to drink, he sighed thankfully and gently bit into her neck drinking only what trickled out, she came a second time imediatly when the pain and intense pleasure from the bite made itself known. He came too, feeling her quake all around him.
After they came down, he moved her to the crook of his arm, making sure she wasn’t bleeding and stroked her hair as she feel asleep she heard him murmer so softly she almost missed it.
"Buffy Anne Summers, I wish that I could be more than I am, for you. I love you with all my unbeating heart, and I hope you can see past the demon and get a glimpse of how much I really love you."
Part 4
Buffy awoke with a start.
*SHIT! Another DAMN dream!!* She screamed in her head, she was restless, and aching with need. She was wet from a dream, but it felt so real. As she remembered how it felt, she grew even more wet. *DAMN!* She groaned in her head and aloud.
Spike awoke with a start.
*UGH! BLOODY HELL, another BLOODY dream!!* His head screamed. He ached all over, due to the fact that his need for her was intense. He was completely hard. He remembered the way she felt around him and his cock twitched. *BLOODY HELL!* His mind and his voice, vocalized.
For the first time, Buffy looked around herself. She was lying in her bed, in a black sweat top and black sweat pants. Spike was no where to be seen, but see did remember him bringing her home...So, where was he?
For the first time, Spike realized where he was... He was on Buffy’s couch. When Buffy woke up, she would kill him...hopefully she would sleep for the next seven hours till the sun went down.
The dream had actually started after he asked where Dawn was. Then he stood out side her door while she changed, when she was done he helped her into bed and tucked her in. After that, he watched her fade into sleep and he went down stairs and slept on the couch...
Right after that thought left his mind, Buffy walked, or, well, stumbled down the stairs. But when he started to get up, she was back on her feet.
Buffy walked down the stairs and as soon as she saw Spike, lying on his back with no shirt on, she stumbled. He made a move to help her...but, she picked herself up quickly, blushing bright red. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she sat on the love seat across from him.
"Thank you." Buffy said, uneasily.
"Uh, your, uh, welcome."
Both of them froze, that was a line from the dream. They each noticed the look in the others eyes.
"Spike, do you, um, have dreams?"
He had no idea what she meant, so he answered it.
"All the bloody time, Pet."
"No, thats not what I meant."
"Well, Slayer, what did you mean?"
"I meant, do you have dreams about us." Buffy said, trying to look like she could care less if he even answered.
"Yes."
It was simple, direct, honest. None of his witty quips. She blinked.
"Really?"
"Yes, Slayer."
This time it registered. Her mouth lifted in a half smile. Then in a flash it was gone.
*What the bloody hell is all of this about?* Spike wondered.
Buffy swallowed nervously.
"Did you have a dream last night?"
Spikes jaw dropped. *How did she know that?? Did he talk in his sleep??*
"Did you, Spike?"
"Yes, love."
"And we make love?"
"Yes, pet."
"Spike?"
"Yes, ducks?"
"We had the same dream."
They both sat there, in silence, as there short conversation was catching up to them. When the exchange finally did catch up to them, they both sprung up off their seats.
*Oh God!*
They both thought.
To be continued...
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