Enough For Now
Soft. Cruel. Tender.
Hard. This is what he was for her. In whatever degree she needed it and when
she needed it. Almost as if he was a chameleon that changed to please her.
Tonight she needed to be broken. Tonight the vampires and demons had run from
her. Even they knew her mood and there would be no chance to escape her need to
make something else hurt as much as she did.
Buffy had led Spike here
fresh from the last fight. To this crypt that was dirty and smelled of stale
air. The lock had been rusted when she had easily pulled it from its feeble
effort to protect the dead inside. Once inside she had kissed him without
pretense of teasing and had taken his cock from his pants. She stroked its
length with her hands until he was hard for her then she had released him so
she could remove her clothes. It was him that had turned her, not wanting to
see the deadness of her eyes, and bent her over the sarcophagus. In one thrust
he had been inside of her denying the tenderness he had wanted to give her.
Now she grunts as he
thrusts deep into her while she squirms trying to make her self more
comfortable. The dusty stone of the tomb beneath her is scratching against the
softness of her belly and the edge is cutting into her pelvis. His hands hold
her hips in place as he pumps into her. Her hands try to hold her off the
surface but being tired she relaxes allowing her face to rest against the top.
A pebble cuts deep into her cheek as she is dragged back and forth from the
motions he is making.
The copper smell drifts
quickly fills the air teasing him with its call. Quickly shaking away the urge
to transform into his vampire face Spike stops his movements long enough to
pull his t-shirt off. He folds it and gives it to her for a pillow.
“Thanks.” Buffy whispers
as her face now rests against the soft material that smells of him.
His hands move her
again, lifting her up so she is not bent over the edge but falling down into
it. It is almost as if he knows that she is being bruised by their sex. She
curls her legs up so that her feet are resting against his ass cheeks. A laugh
goes through her as she realizes the ridiculousness of her position.
“You okay, Luv?” He asks
concerned as his hands drift over her back coming to rest on her shoulders.
Once again he is merely resting, barely inside of her.
“Yeah.” She reassures
him as she pushes back against him forcing him inside her again.
Taking the hint he
resumes his movements building the tension between them. A soft sucking comes
from between them as he pulls himself almost all the way then pushes all the
way back in. Her moisture doesn’t want him to leave. Doesn’t want to lose the
pleasure of being joined with him, it holds onto him like a virgin after a one
night stand.
Her hand drifts between
her legs separating her dripping folds to help bring her an orgasm. She begins
to rub herself in time to his thrusts only to be covered by his cool fingers
while his other hand moves around her waist to hold her up.
“Let me.” He tells her
as she relinquishes her pleasure to him having faith that he will not leave her
unsatisfied.
Spike pulls, rubs, twists,
and pinches her clit making her pant in need of release. Raising herself on her
hands she begins to meet him as he rams himself into her. Her toenails dig into
the softness of his ass as she pulls him into her with her feet.
“Oh, God, Spike, now,
please, fuck me.” She screams breaking the silence of the graves around her.
Growling he grinds
himself into her rotating his hips as he twists her clit in the way he knows
will make her cum. Then in a final keening shriek she finds her precipice and throws
her self off. He smiles in arrogance as her body convulses with the force of
her orgasm. Sliding his arms around her waist he picks her up bringing her back
against his chest. She moans as their positions change and she sinks even
further down on him.
“Move up, Luv.” He tells
her as he begins to climb on top of the tomb.
Using her hands she
crawls over the stone until they are both on top it. Softly he lowers her until
she is resting on her belly again. This time he is covering her with his body
feeling the heat, the sweat, the softness of her back against his stomach and
chest. She gives a small sigh of contentment as she burrows her face against
the t-shirt again.
“Do you trust me?” He
asks as his tongue probes at her ear as his lips engulf the soft shell around
it. Just like when he tries to take all of her pussy into his mouth while he
tells her there is no other nectar like it in the world. He could and would
spend all day with his head buried between the soft strength of her thighs if
she would only let him.
She swallows as she
turns her head to try to look at him. He shifts so that she can. His eyes are
wide in their innocence as he implores her with them.
“Yes.” Her voice is
trembling as she yields control to him. For the first time in this madness of
what they do she gives him the power.
Surprise rushes through
him at her consent but he doesn’t want her to change her mind. Slowly he allows
himself to slip from her heat. Then suddenly it doesn’t matter this game he
wants to play. He only wanted to introduce another game just because he didn’t
think she would agree. To take her somewhere else that good girls like her
didn’t go. Because he wanted to be able to force the issue making her
capitulate in her need giving him the power for just a short while. Like all
the other times he had taken her to new places it was just because he could;
because in her innocence and pain and desire she would give in to his wicked
ways to punish herself.
But this time she comes
willingly with no struggle. No game of saying no when she wants to say yes. No
making it seem like it was his fault. The Big Bad taking advantage of the poor
depressed Slayer. And it makes him not want to play.
He turns her over onto
her back shifting to cover her again.
“Spread your legs for
me, pet.”
And she does so
willingly, so trusting, so wanting. And there in her eyes is something he
hasn’t seen before but he doesn’t take the time to analyze it as he enters her
again.
Buffy gives a small gasp
as she opens herself wider for him and her walls stretch again to allow him in.
Slowly he moves. His rhythm almost leisurely as he looks deep into her eyes
never breaking contact with his.
Her hand comes to caress
his face, tracing the planes and the angles of him.
“Love me?” She whispers
as she brings her legs around his waist again.
“I do.”
Slowly his head lowers
so he can make contact with her mouth. Her tongue traces his lips before
entering to explore his tongue and teeth.
Then as he feels his own
orgasm coming he raises his head so that he can look into her face as he
releases himself deep into her. And as her fingers digs into his shoulders he
takes a chance. Even though he knows it might cost him everything but he asks
anyway.
“Love me?”
Her eyes open in fright
and her body tenses ready for flight.
“Don’t. It’s okay.” He
tries to reassure her so that she won’t leave.
She nods then pulls him
down to cover her. Her arms wrap around him as he shudders against her. Too
afraid of breaking whatever was happening he lays on the sweet curves of her
flesh. He wishes they could fuse together into one being so that she would
always be a part of him.
She doesn’t push him off
this time. She doesn’t tell him to move so she can leave. She lays there
wrapped around him giving him the security to relax. Fear still tickles his
brain telling him not to get comfortable. That it would change soon. It had to
be a new game she came up with. A new cruelty of drawing him closer then she
would play a new version of ‘Kick the Spike’.
Her hands slowly caress
his back almost without thought.
Finally unable to stand
the waiting he asks, “Do you want me to move?”
She doesn’t speak a word
just shakes her head as his face stays buried against her neck. Trying to
relieve a cramp in her thigh she removes her legs from across his back to rest
beside his on the sarcophagus.
Soon Spike realizes she
is going to sleep as her breathing becoming even and her heart rate slows down.
This opportunity, this dream, might never come again so he still doesn’t move.
“I want to.” She whispers
against his cheek. Her breath tickles his skin as her words force him to move
to see if she is talking in her sleep.
His eyes look down into
the green of hers that are filling with tears and it was enough for now.
THE END