Chapter Fifteen

Oblivious to anything but the need that was consuming them both, Spike and Buffy fell through the front door of her house, her gasped “come in” barely slowing them down as they made it no further than the living room floor before collapsing in a frenzy of questing hands and hungry mouths.

Muffled whimpers from Buffy were matched by heartfelt gasps from Spike as her hands crept under his shirt. His own hands were ripping at her blouse, popping buttons all over the floor in his haste to reach the firm mounds hidden by a barely-there piece of lace. He dropped his head to fasten his mouth on one nipple, suckling through the lace even as his other hand reached to unfasten the flimsy bra.

When his lips fastened themselves on her nipple, Buffy arched into his mouth, sure that she was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. She fell back against the rug, her body lax as she reveled in the things his mouth and talented hands were doing to her.

“Want you so much, love,” he murmured around his mouthful of breast. “Want to love you the way you deserve. Want to give you—“

The touch of her hands on his aching cock caused him to lose his train of thought as he growled his pleasure at her touch.

“Yes, pet. Yes. Touch me. Hold me. Let me feel your warm little hands on me again.”

His hands went to the waistband of her pants, unzipping them quickly so he could reach the treasure waiting inside. Buffy shivered and moaned, trying to spread her legs to give him better access.

When he pulled his hand back out without touching her, she whimpered in protest and he murmured against her mouth, “Jus’ for a second, love. Need to get them off you if I’m going to see to you the way I want to.”

Coming out of her lust-induced fog, Buffy stopped moving and fixed her gaze on the blond man whose hands she expected to produce more pleasure for her virginal body. Her sudden lack of participation finally got Spike’s attention and he stopped his assault on her tight pants to look back at her solemn face. Completely misunderstanding the thoughtful look there, he immediately turned back into William and stopped trying to undress her, beginning to stammer apologetically.

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered, “I told you I wouldn’t push you and here I am ripping at your clothes like a—“

“Shhhh,” she said, touching her fingertips to his mouth. “I just thought maybe we should move this to someplace more…comfortable.”

“And that would be?”

“I was thinking my bed might be good.” She blushed as she said it, sure that he would think she was some kind of slut. “I mean, not that I ever… but if I did, I always thought that’s where I…”

“Your bed it is, love.” He tried to hide how affected he was by her invitation into her bed, but the warmth and reverence in his eyes was unmistakable. One look at his face and she knew that she was making the right decision. Carefully moving away from him, she stood up and held out her hand.

“Come up to my room, William. I want to…I want you to make love to me.”

She blushed furiously, aghast at her own boldness, but he gave her no time to rethink the invitation, flowing to his feet gracefully and scooping her up in his arms.

“Which way?” he growled, already heading for the stairs.

“S—second room on the right,” she stammered. Her heart was hammering as he took the stairs three at a time, reaching the door to her room before she had time to reconsider.

He deposited her gently on the floor beside her bed, letting her slide down his body until her feet were touching. Capturing her mouth in his, he swept his tongue around it, teasing and tasting while his hands finished removing her blouse and bra. When she was naked from the waist up, he stepped back to look at her in the reflected light from the streetlights outside.

“Beautiful,” he whispered in reverence as she squirmed uncomfortably under his admiring eyes. “No, don’t…please,” he begged when she reflexively tried to cover her breasts. “They’re perfect. Just as I told you they would be,” he added with a smile.

He pushed her gently back until her knees hit the bed and she sat down abruptly with a little squeal. Kneeling at her feet, he quickly pulled off her boots and began tugging on her pants. To his surprise and dismay, she grabbed at the waistband and blurted, “No!”

“No?” He couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice and she giggled softly before adding, “Not until you…” She gestured at his coat and shirt.

Understanding lit up his face, and he quickly stood up and shrugged out of his coat, peeling off his borrowed tee shirt as well. Buffy’s mouth went dry at the sight of his flat stomach and the faint trace of fine hairs leading into the jeans riding so low on his hips. She smothered a little mew of unhappiness when instead of taking off his pants he sat down beside her to unlace his boots first.

When they were both wearing nothing but their jeans, he turned to her and ran a hand softly over her cheek. He could feel her heart pounding and sensed her nervousness as his hands ghosted over the hard peaks that were her nipples.

He teased her with soft, gentle touches and open-mouthed kisses to her face and neck until he felt the nervousness retreat, replaced with growing desire and need. He suckled eagerly on one breast, enjoying the whimpering encouragement coming from the girl in front of him. When she grabbed his neck and pulled him up for another tongue-thrusting, hungry kiss, he finally pushed her gently backwards and pulled her legs up onto the bed.

Still moving slowly and carefully, never taking his mouth off her demanding lips and tongue, he began to push her pants down over her hips. His smothered growl when they wouldn’t go anywhere brought a small giggle from the now more relaxed Slayer and he took his mouth off hers long enough to grumble, “Do you always wear such tight pants?”

“Look who’s talking,” she snarked back as she unzipped his jeans and tried to push them down far enough for her to reach the velvet covered hardness she’d fondled earlier in the day.

He grinned and sat up, sliding to the end of the bed and taking hold of the hems of her pant legs. With short, anxious tugs, he worked them down her hips until he could see the darker curls showing through her thin underwear and he could inhale the heady aroma of her arousal as it was released into the air. He leaned forward, planting a light kiss just over her lace-covered mound and earning another squeak from the surprised Slayer. With a rakish grin, he yanked her pants the rest of the way down her legs and crawled back up until he was hovering over her body.


The sight of Spike crawling like a big cat, his jeans open to show the trail of curls leading to his still-hidden cock caused more moisture to seep out into Buffy’s already soaked panties and he smirked in satisfaction. Lowering his head, he buried his nose in her damp underwear, laughing when the surprised girl gasped in shock. Before she had time to wonder what he was doing down there, he ripped through her thin panties with his teeth and stuck his tongue into the damp warmth he found there. Using it as easily as he would have his fingers, he ran it over and around her folds, working his way into the center and his ultimate goal.

A strangled mew was all Buffy could manage as he set about showing her what 125 years of practice and the lack of a need to breathe could permit a man to do. She’d thought the things he’d done to her with his fingers had been the height of sensation. Now, she was finding out what he’d meant by “seeing to her the way he wanted to.”

Using his strong, agile tongue, his soft lips and his blunt human teeth, he had her twisting and sobbing, begging for she knew not what until he pulled her clit into his mouth and began to suck on it. The orgasm that swept over her made the one earlier in the day pale by comparison and she lay beneath him shuddering and trembling long after she’d screamed her pleasure into a pillow.

Spike moved slowly up her body, one hand pushing his own jeans down his legs, until he was poised at her entrance, nudging the warm wetness there but waiting for her to recover enough to give him permission.

When Buffy realized what was poking at her still-quivering vagina, she took a deep breath before looking at the lust-filled blue eyes boring into hers and nodding slowly. She raised her knees, using her feet to push his jeans the rest of the way down his legs, and was caught by surprise when he used that opportunity to nudge his way further into her.

He pulled her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up towards him and saying in a ragged voice, “I want you so badly, love. I can’t wait any more. Got to feel you around me…”

Buffy pushed back against him, saying bravely, “Do what you need to do - I…I want you too.” She blushed lightly then tensed as he pushed against the small fleshy barrier in his way. Fighting his demon for control, he tried to stretch her slowly, trembling with the effort to hold back. He moved the head of his cock slowly, edging his way in bit by bit until Buffy looked at his anguished face and rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Slayer, here, Spike. High pain threshold. Just do it.”

She grabbed his muscular butt cheeks with both hands and pulled him towards her just as he slammed his hips forward and broke through the only barrier to being where he wanted to be. As he pushed himself all the way in and felt her contract against him, he sighed in relief and happiness, content for the moment just to revel in her. He remained still as long as he could, giving her time to get used to the intrusion and for the pain to go away. He could smell the faint trace of her blood on the air, mixed with her arousal and sweat.

Buffy gave one little “eep!” when he broke through, then was lost in the incredible sensation of having a large, hard cock buried inside her. She unconsciously clenched around him; then at his groan, tried frantically to relax, afraid that she’d hurt him. She tried to apologize, only to have him chuckle into her mouth as he kissed her over and over, murmuring that she could squeeze him like that all day long, but that if she did, he was afraid the whole thing could be over with much more quickly than he’d planned.

He began to move gently in and out, keeping his thrusts short and watching her carefully for any signs of pain on her face. All he saw was a growing awe as the movement of his hips started a whole new buildup of tension in her lower abdomen. When he experimented with swirling his hips at the end on each stroke, he soon had her arching into him and repeating his name as he hit a spot inside that sent sensation throughout her entire body. Feeling the strength in the arms and legs wrapped around him, he finally permitted himself to let go and began pounding into her, reveling in the Slayer’s ability to take what he was doing and urge him on to do more.

As she approached another climax, and her breathing turned into the little gasping whimpers he was coming to recognize as signs that she was about to come, he urged her on with his voice and body.

“That’s it, love. Come for me Buffy. Want to feel you coming around me. Squeeze me tight, Slayer. Let me feel your… Aargh!”

The powerful muscles surrounding his cock contracted over and over as Buffy rode out another powerful orgasm. She buried her nails in his back and grabbed his shoulder with her teeth as she spasmed against him, riding his cock like it was her salvation. The forces she was exerting on his body were too much and with a roar, he spurted into her, his hips continuing to jerk long after there was nothing left to expend.

For long minutes there was no sound in the room but Buffy’s ragged breathing and the vampire’s totally unnecessary gasps for air. He lay on top of her, reluctant to move until she forced him to. For her part, she was more than happy to have him covering her body with his; she was sure that she would never feel anything as right and satisfying in her life as the comforting weight of his body on hers.

Her legs were still wrapped around him, although they had slid down from his waist to drape over his thighs, and he was still buried inside her, only partially softened, in spite of having had one of the most powerful orgasms of his unlife. Finally, he raised his head and asked her softly, “Are you alright, pet? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“If by all right, you mean do I think anything will ever be able to top that? That would be a big ‘no’. If you mean, am I glad we did it,” she looked up at him shyly, “that would have to be a big ‘yes’. Even if it does mean you’ve ruined me for anybody else. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to –“

Schooling his face not to show what the thought of another man touching her was doing to him, he said sadly, “Yes, you will, love. Some bloody unworthy wanker will come along and steal your heart and you’ll forget all about poor old Spike. You’ve got an amazing amount of passion in that powerful little body and you’re going to want to enjoy it. And you should,” he rumbled, hiding his face in her hair. ”Promise me you will,” he whispered softly. “Promise me you’ll have a long happy life with some undeserving bastard and you’ll make him pleasure you every day.”

“Is that what you want?” Dismay was clearly evident as she stiffened under him. “You want me to go out and find some other man and have sex with him, like…like I was some kind of slut? Is that what you think this was? That I’m just so over-sexed that I’d jump the first vampire who—“

“Shhh, pet, shhh,” He tried to soothe her agitation, cursing himself for his words. “I’m a stupid git, if that’s how I made you feel, because that’s not what I meant at all. I know you’re not one to take this lightly. ‘S why I feel so honored that you would let me be the one to…Bloody hell, Buffy. Can’t you tell what this meant to me?

“Fell in love with you when I was nine years old, didn’t I? Even when I thought you weren’t real, I couldn’t stop thinking about my ‘warrior elf queen’. You were my ideal woman. Can’t tell you how many poems I wrote about you. Even after I thought you were a figment of my imagination, I compared every woman I met to you. Wasn’t until I got older and you’d faded a bit that I was able to think about falling in love with anybody else. Then I met Dru and I—“

“Forgot all about me?” Her lower lip came out in a pout and he growled softly as he took it in his blunt teeth and worried at it before answering her.

“Never forgot you, pet. Just thought you were a romantic boy’s daydream.”

“This IS just a dream, isn’t it?” she said, turning suddenly serious.

‘Feels pretty real to me, pet,” he leered, wriggling his hips and showing her that he wasn’t done yet. “What do you mean, just a dream?” he asked, when she didn’t respond to him the way he’d hoped.

“This. Us. The Slayer and a vampire. Right now is all we’ll ever have. Miss Calendar will put Angel’s soul back and you and Dru will go away and someday this will all seem like a dream too.”

“Don’t really see any other path, love,” he said carefully. “I’m not all soul-having and goody-goody like the poof is—was. And, I don’t see Heaven’s Chosen One leaving her duties to her watcher while she spends her time shagging a vampire. Not that that wouldn’t be an excellent idea, mind you,” he added quickly. “Jus’ don’t see it happening.”

“So this is all we’ll have,” she whispered sadly, unconsciously clutching him tighter.

“Then I think we should make the most of it, don’t you?” he asked, tacitly agreeing with her statement.