Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
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Interlude: Ice Cream


“Your love is better than ice cream
Better than anything else that I’ve tried
You’re love is better than ice cream
Everyone here knows how to fight”


“Do you forgive me?”

They were wrapped up snugly, arms and legs thrown about one another. She was drowsy with sleep, her body warm and lax in his arms.

“S’pose so. You did say you told him off proper, yeah?” Spike was petting her hair, eyes half-lidded. She shot him an irritated frown before smiling.

“I did. And I kinda feel bad, but with a sick twist of pleasure.”

“Then I forgive you,” he said, turning over in the bed to hover above her, arms pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. He dipped down to kiss her, and she giggled against his mouth and kissed him back, hands gently holding his face.

He looked down at her with a surreal sense of wonder. Her golden locks were fanned out across the red silken sheets, lips swollen and pink from kissing. Even her skin glowed with hues of sunny gold; her bare shoulders and breasts and tummy covered in fine baby hairs. When he pulled away, she smiled up at him, her eyes lighting up.

“Know I love you, yeah?” He whispered huskily, pressing himself closer to her.

“I can tell,” was her reply, reaching between them to grasp his length in her tiny hands. Surprisingly, he pulled away, kissed her again.

“Seriously, Buffy.” His eyes seemed impossibly stern and soft at the same time. Her smile melted, and was replaced by a serene contemplation as she stared back.

“I know,” she whispered softly, touching her hand to his face, tracing his cheekbone and lower lip with her finger. She didn’t say it back, no; but the softness in her eyes and sweetness of her voice spoke volumes.

And then he was dipping his mouth to hers again, pressing himself into her heat. She reached down again and he didn’t pull away, but let her stroke him softly. He kept her gaze the entire time, as her face colored a bit and she continued to move her hand up and down around his shaft.

As he felt his own pleasure begin to crest he pulled away, and she instinctively spread her bare legs beneath him, hips arching upwards. She reached for him with her hands, guiding him into her. Their eyes locked as he entered her slowly, and he felt as if her gaze pierced right through him and saw him as a whole. Her rosy mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as he sheathed himself in to the hilt, and she let out a gasping breath.

It hadn’t been so slow the first time, nor any of the hurried times in between. But with Angel and her friends behind them there was a renewed sweetness to their lovemaking, and he felt as if it were their first time together. She explored him with her hands and mouth, kissing him and running her hands down his arms and back, sharp little nails biting into him occasionally. Her inner muscles spasmed around him as he fucked her slow and deep, pulling out almost to the tip before pushing back in slowly.

When she looked up at him, whispered the words, he almost came. He was so close already, could feel himself at the brink. And then she bared her neck to him, cupped his face and pulled it closer.

“Do it, Spike. I want it.”

So he brought up his game face – tried to do it slow, though it was near impossibly. She held him back for a moment; touched her fingers to the ridges and bumps. He held still, feeling the demon roiling inside of him at her proximity -- its unquenchable desire to bite her, drain her. But he shoved it back as she pulled him close, tightened her muscles around his cock while he moved in her, sped up the tempo of his thrusts.

He kissed her once before dotting tiny kisses along her jaw and neck. She was thrashing beneath him, emitting tiny mewls and breathy moans. He kissed her once more on the spot above his previous mark before sinking his fangs into her skin.

The taste of her blood exploded on his tongue, salty and spicy and full of all her power. Her eyes were closed, nails scratching into his back as she came beneath him. His own orgasm rocked him further into her, pressing hard into her as his mouth formed a seal over her neck. He pulled a second draught into his mouth before retracting his fangs, licking the salty flesh. His cock was still rigid within her, hardening in response to the flood of Slayer blood now working its way through his long-dead veins. They continued their hard, pummeling rhythm, her inner muscles squeezing his shaft as he entered and reentered her. Face flushed, she writhed beneath him, nails fixed permanently into the flesh of his back, drawing blood beneath the pink, manicured tips. He buried his face into her neck, the skin still oozing tiny droplets of blood to bead around the healing marks. As he arched his back and began to empty himself out into her overflowing wetness, she seized up around him like a tight glove, squeezing every drop from him as she rode out her own orgasm.

He collapsed on top of her, and, even though his cock was already hardening again, pulled out, nestling himself down on top of her. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her face as she came down, eyes half closed and mouth smiling softly.

They lie in silence, kissing and holding each other. Before long, Buffy’s eyes drifted further downwards towards the edges of sleep, and her mouth parted slightly. The words trickled out slowly, mixed with a tinge of regret, and he nearly cried out in response to them. Instead he kissed her slackening mouth, rolled over next to her. The words were set on a loop in his mind, and long after he closed his eyes to sleep he heard them as if spoken into his ear.

“Sometimes, Spike, I think I could love you, too.”

******

“It’s a long way down to the place where we started from.”