Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
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Chapter Four: Possesion

“And I will be the one to hold you down,
Kiss you so hard; I’ll take your breath away
And after I wipe away your tears
Just close your eyes dear… ”


Sex had never been this good. She’d had Angel as a young girl, so innocent and trusting, and he’d been good to her; kissed her nice and slow at first, guiding her under him as he penetrated her with slow, deep strokes. Parker, on the other hand, had been an idiot, huffing and puffing for twenty minutes before collapsing on her, out of breath, all sweaty flesh and dead weight. Riley had been so… so militarily uniform in his fucking. Their sex life seemed to follow a set routine: ten minutes of heavy kissing and petting followed by a quick blowjob and thirty minutes of missionary.

With Spike she was suddenly learning layers of sexual ecstasy that she’d never known existed.

Like right now; her legs were spread, knees hitched over his shoulders, and his mouth was buried in her sopping pussy, pink tongue darting into her folds and licking her slit from top to bottom. Her entire body shuddered as the firm point of his tongue circled her clit, and two fingers pushed themselves up into her, gently rubbing that secret spot on her inner wall. Her eyes fell closed as she moaned aloud, bucking her hips up to meet his mouth.

“Pretty Buffy, pretty little Buffy-quim all ripe and juicy,” he murmured softly, pressing endearments into her skin, words that seemed to sink into her and stir her, make her wetter and hungrier for more. One hand had found her breast and was gently rubbing soft circles around her nipple as the other withdrew from her silken folds. In an instant, his tongue drove deep into her, lifting her hips up from the bed, and she spasmed beneath him, crying out.

“Spike, Spike, Spike…” Her hands were curling into his hair, pulling him up to her. He nestled himself between her, his drooling erection throbbing against her splayed pussy, mouth gently kissing her already swollen lips. “Come into me now, Spike. I need you.” Her gentle insistence nearly drove him over the brink as he lifted her ankles higher to rest on his shoulders.

“Gonna make it better, pretty Buffy, sweet darling Buffy.” And then he was filling her up, so deep she thought she could feel him pounding against her own heart, and he was kissing her and holding her and everything was okay. She was fucking Spike, this fierce evil thing, but no one else could give her this. This just might make her forget…

When it was over they lay in quiet stillness. Her head rested on his shoulder, arms circling his hips. His hand brushed absently through her tangled hair. From time to time she lifted her head to accept a slow, lingering kiss from him.

“What’s happened to us, that this suddenly doesn’t seem so wrong?” she asked quietly, flicking her thumb back and forth against his pale nipple.

“Dunno. ‘Spect we’re not so much different from each other, yeh? Both creatures of the night. Both crawled from our own early grave.” He gave her a sad smile, kissing both corners of her mouth. “But we’ll be okay, love. You’ll get back into the hang of things soon enough. Have your friends and your sister and your Watcher.”

“And you,” Buffy spoke up softly. Startled, Spike looked down at her.

“I’ll be okay. ‘Course I’ll stick around when you need me, bug the bleedin’ hell outta you when you don’t.”

“It wasn’t a question, Spike. I mean that I’ll have you.” She sat up, facing him full-on, worry crossing her features. “Won’t I?”

She couldn’t be serious… Spike hadn’t dared to hope this would be more than a one night thing, some good sexual healing to screw her back into the world before they took up where they’d been before Glory and Buffy’s jump from the tower. He’d never hoped to expect her to still want him afterwards, to keep him around as the latest addition to the Scooby Gang.

“Thought this was just for tonight, love? No promises beyond it, and all?” He was studying her intently, watching her expression for any clues as to her intentions.

“Spike, I don’t wanna give you up yet. Not after the hell I’m going through, not after just tonight, not so soon.” She took his hands in her, held them close to her chest as she leaned in close to him. “You’re the only one I can stand to be around right now. And I need you.”

Spike was seized by the sudden urge to gather her up and kiss her; and he did, sweeping her in to him and dashing kisses across her face. She giggled, turning his mouth to hers and allowing him to bestow his kisses.

“Then I shall stay, Mistress Buffy,” he whispered into her ear, “And love you forever, and keep you company for as long as you want me.”

“Forever and ever and ever, then,” she whispered dreamily, winding her arms around his neck. “But for now I think I should go home.” Her face darkened at this, and she slid off the bed. She darted around the room, throwing on clothes as she found them. “I expect they’ll have a search party for me already.”

******

Dawn was waiting up for her when she finally threw open the front door. She seemed on the verge of sleep, head lolling back against the couch cushions, eyes nearly closed. Buffy kicked her shoes off as she sat next to her, looking over towards her sister.

“You weren’t waiting up for me, were you?” she asked. Dawn blinked sleepily at her.

“Was gonna go to bed about three hours ago. Ended up not wanting to move.” Dawn sat up straighter, yawning widely as she stretched her arms out. “How was patrol?”

“Fine,” she answered quickly. “School?”

“It was school. Boring times fifty-five minutes times seven periods.” Dawn stood up, turning to her older sister. She bent over in for a hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “But I’m glad you’re home now.”

“Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied?”