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| 30 minutes later She climbed out of the tub and into his outstretched arms. He slipped a towel around her shoulders as she leant her head quietly against his chest, soaking his shirt with her wet hair. She slipped a wet hand under the waistband of his pants and traced it down the hard curve of his hip. He held her by her shoulders and pushed her back a bit. “Buffy, you shouldn’t. You don’t know what you’re doing here, love.” “Touching you.” She buried her head into the curve of his shoulder and inhaled deeply. “Touching, smelling…” She plunged her hand down the front of his pants and touched and stroked the tip of his swelling erection. She gave a deep sigh of satisfaction. “You want me.” Spike closed his eyes. His body shivered with desire. He bent his head until it rested against hers and whispered, “Always…always…” She nuzzled her face against his, seeking his lips. She slid her hand down to the base of his cock and began a slow rhythmical motion. “Buffy…love…do you want me?" “Do those bad things that you do…" “But do you want me?” “Don’t talk…just…just…” She swayed a bit. “Just what, love? Just shag you?” He pushed her away. “Not like this.” “Why? Why not?” “Because you’ll hate me in the morning. And just walk away. As you always do. No going there again, love.” * * * * * Spike wrapped the towel around her tightly and led her into his bedroom. He sat her down on the bed, gave her another towel, and instructed her to try to dry her hair. “You’ll catch cold. Sleeping with wet hair.” He turned his back to her. It was unbearable to have her here in his room, naked and vulnerable and wanting him. Even if it was just the alcohol speaking through her, he wanted to believe her words, but he knew it was just a fool’s dream. He wouldn’t take advantage, wouldn’t allow himself to be wrapped up in her willing soft body. He’d let her sleep here for a few hours until she sobered up and then send her home. And then he’d never see her again. “Because…?” he thought to himself, “Because of the god damned bloody soul!!” “What do YOU know ‘bout colds? Vampire’s icy and bad. Bad…” she interrupted his train of thought. “Yeah. Bad. Heard it before. Just how long does it take you to sober up Slayer?” At that moment, Rigel called to them from downstairs, “Watch out! She’s coming. Oh, my!” There was a scrambling, scratching sound on the stairs and suddenly, Miss Maisa, as Rigel called her, came scampering in the door, still soaking wet. She looked back and forth between Spike and Buffy; sniffed the air, and then ran over to Spike and proceeded to shake all the water out of her fur. “I’m cursed,” Spike exclaimed, moving swiftly across the room, trying to escape from the wet dog. He tripped over Buffy’s outstretched leg, cracked his head against the iron bedstead, and landed face down on the floor. Miss Maisa ran up to him and started to lick the blood off his face. “Rigeeeel! Get up here! Now!” “But you told me to never come upstairs, Spike. Are you sure…sure?” Rigel’s frail voice echoed up the stairwell. “Bloody hell, you daft demon! I’m being attacked! I’m dying up here!” “Vampire Dog!” Buffy started laughing, and then put her hand over her mouth. “Think I’m gonna be sick…” Spike tried to get up off the floor to help her, but a sharp pain shot up through his right leg, and he lay back again with a moan. Buffy stood up, stepped regally, if not a little wobbly, over his prone body and firmly down onto the fingers of his left hand. She then marched into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a slam. “I think you broke your ankle,” Rigel said as he helped Spike up off the floor. “Don’t worry. Vampire here. It’ll heal in an hour or so. Ah…would you take your little dog and …hmm…let’s see. Do dogs swim?” “You mustn’t think bad thoughts about Miss Maisa, Spike. Don’t bite her. Please? She was sent here for you, you know.” “All I know is I’ve been completely thrashed here tonight by two wet females who seem to take great pleasure in giving me pain. And all I tried to do was help. Brilliant. What a stunning life I lead. God help me, where’s a stake when you need one?” * * * * * An hour later, Spike finally got Buffy tucked into bed. She was snoring loudly. Rigel got Maisa, the dog, dry and settled into a small bed he’d made for her in his room. “Here’s a cup of blood for you. Know you won’t be able to take those stairs for a while.” Rigel handed Spike, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, the warm cup. Rigel paused at the door. “My, she’s very noisy, isn’t she?” “A regular, bleeding freight train. Fits right in.” A few seconds later they heard the long, low train whistle from the early morning Amtrak Express. “Well goodnight…er…good morning, Spike. Have sweet dreams my friend.” Rigel thumped slowly down the stairs. “Not if I can help it! Not falling asleep in this room again,” Spike muttered. He looked down at Buffy and grimaced. “You can have the damned sweet dreams, pet!” He took off his wet clothes, curled up on the end of the bed and fell into an exhausted sleep. He’d left the curtains wide open. * * * * * She was naked and wandering through an open, lush meadow encircled by tall Sycamore and Maple trees in full leaf. Everything around her was deep green and fertile, brimming with life. The grass under her bare feet was wet with dew or a light spring rain. “Definitely not in Sunnydale. Where am I?” she wondered. She didn’t feel lost. Her slow movement through the meadow felt like a memory. The air was thick and sweet, and with each breath, she felt a curious tingling swell inside her lungs. In the center of the meadow was a thick grove or ring of trees, with twisted, sand colored branches. As she approached, a sweet, wild scent wafted toward her. It was a lilac grove. She climbed into the center of the lilac ring and curled up on a soft bed of moss. She stretched out her hand and touched the pale, smooth bark of one of the branches. “So soft,” she murmured and closed her eyes, “And cold…hard…so sweet.” She had the odd sensation that the tree was bending down over her, embracing her. She rolled over onto her back and spread her knees apart, and slid her other hand delicately over her breasts, down her stomach and down between her legs. She ached with desire, ached to be filled, and touched. She rubbed herself slowly, willing him, calling to him in her mind, to come to her. “I’m right here, love.” She opened her eyes at the sound of his voice. He was kneeling before her. His ivory skin glistened with moisture from the humid air. “I want you. Always.” His voice was thick with lust, his body aroused and ready to pleasure her. He took her hand from between her legs and lifted it up to his lips. He slowly licked her fingertips, his eyes half closed and staring at her with desire. “Now?” he murmured, “Do you want me now?” She entwined her fingers in his and pulled him down on top of her. She wove her legs around his hips and pulled him slowly inside her. “Now…always.” * * * * * Someone was tenderly suckling her breast and thrusting deeply into the very core of her being. She couldn’t tell where her skin ended and his began, as they slipped softly, back and forth against each other. All she could feel was the deep pleasure of being filled up and loved. Oh this man loved her. Loved her. She could feel it with every touch, so full of tender, wild passion. She felt the tears flowing down her cheeks. She didn’t know how long she’d been crying. “What an incredible dream I’m having,” she thought, “Don’t want it to end… ever…don’t want to wake up.” At that moment she opened her eyes and with a shock realized that the man who was making love to her was Spike. And it wasn’t a dream. Light from the early morning sun was pouring through the window. She was in a strange room. In a strange bed. Having sex with a vampire. “Get off!” she exclaimed. She tried to struggle away from him. * * * * * He stopped moving as soon as he heard her cry and felt her try to pull away. He rolled off her and lay on his back. “What happened?” He stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide with despair, his voice full of confusion. “I didn’t mean to touch you, must have been dreaming. I’m so sorry…sorry.” He started to get up from the bed. She suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. “Don’t you go. Don’t go.” She turned over on her side and rested her arm across his stomach; her hand clutched his side and kept him from moving away from her. “What are you doing to me? I’m going mad here…I’m going…” “The window, Spike,” she said, “You almost walked into the sunlight.” “Should’ve just let me go.” He tried to struggle out of her grasp. She climbed on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Her face was flushed and fierce. “God help me. I’d just die if anything happened to you. Got that? Got that you evil, undead vampire?!” She grasped his wrists and stretched his arms over his head. Fear flashed briefly in his eyes as she stared down at him in anger. “Why did you come back? Why?” she moaned. She moved her hips down his body until she felt the tip of his cock forcing apart the wet and swollen lips of her sex. She pushed back with a quick motion until he penetrated her completely. And she began to move against him, riding him, possessing him, driving him mad with her frenzy, until he could take it no longer. He ripped his wrists out of her grasp and, grabbing her hips in his hands, he pushed himself deep and hard inside her. He begged her, pleaded with her to come. She couldn’t let go. She was desperate for this to continue, to never end. “I can’t!” she cried, “Don’t stop…don’t…” He pulled her down against his body, found her lips, and gave her a long, deep kiss. “There, there, sweetness.” He brushed his fingers lightly over her forehead, pushing her tangled hair away from her face. There’s no rush…I won’t stop,” he whispered. He moved his hips in a gentle motion, pushing his cock in and out of her in a slow, sensuous rhythm. “I can do this for hours, love. Days. Tell me. Tell me what you want.” “Want you to make love to me. Make me come…once for every day…for every day you left me alone.” “I can do that,” he smiled. “And…” “What?” he laughed. “Will you close the curtains?” * * * * * Five hours later, they heard a frantic scratching at the bedroom door. Previous Next Back to Starlight Home Back to Dark Dreams |