Slave in Shackles

DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX , Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. Theirs not mine. Candlelight flickers off the stone walls of the dark crypt. Propped up on one elbow, Spike watches his lover sleep. Buffy seems so sweetly innocent in slumber, her hair and skin glowing from within. The image is marred by the telltale bruises and scratches etched on the perfection of her skin. Just looking at the lines of red and patches of blue moves Spike deeply. She is marked as his. His arousal flares once more as he thought of their lovemaking, of the feel of her body and the sound of her cries. He wants her again, badly, too urgently to wait. Straddling her back, he moves her hair aside and licks her ear. His tongue trails down the lobe, tracing down her neck and nipping at her collarbone. His hands move over the skin of her back, caressing her. Buffy stirs beneath him. Making small sounds of appreciation, she rolls. Gazing up at him with sleepy eyes, she pulls him down to her, kissing him sweetly. The kiss becomes deeper. Spike rubs against her, stiff with desire. Arching her hips into place, she slides him inside her. They begin to move together, still locked in their kiss. Buffy's hands wander down Spike's back, lightly scratching his skin. Spike breaks their kiss, moving his mouth down to suck on her neck. Moaning with pleasure, she arches her back, encouraging him. "Please," she whimpers. "More." Spike sucks her harder and harder, thrusting farther and faster inside her, until Buffy's body locks up all around him, stiffening with orgasm. "Buffy," Spike cries, the momentum of her release propelling him over the edge. "Oh, God," she whimpers, her head rolling back as intense pleasure rocks her body. "Mmm," murmurs Spike, collapsing on her chest. They lay tangled together on the bed, enjoying the closeness of each other. Buffy looks over at Spike's relaxed face. "That was a really nice way to wake up. You are a super deluxe alarm clock." He smiles at her, pleased with his prowess. "That's me, love. Your own personal appliance." They laugh and kiss again. Buffy rests her head on Spike's shoulder, wrapping her legs with his as they lie together. "I really like having sex with you," says Buffy. "Why thanks, Slayer. Happy to be of service," replies Spike, a glint in his eye. She pulls his head to hers, rewarding him with a deep, intimate kiss. Settling back on his shoulder, she runs her fingers up and down his arm. "I know that you've wanted me for a long time," said Buffy. "There must have been a lot of fantasies that you had, things that you dreamed about doing." Spike looks at her oddly. "Uh huh." "We could maybe try some of them," says Buffy. He is intrigued by this turn of conversation. "What popped this idea into your head, pet?" "I looked in the trunk at the end of your bed. That gave me a pretty clear visual," says Buffy teasingly. Caught off guard, Spike sits up, covering himself with the bed sheet. "You looked through my trunk? Saw my-" "Ropes, chains and padlocks? Check. You don't have to draw me a diagram, Spike." "So, you're saying you want to." Spike's voice trails off. "Tie you up?" says Buffy, blushing. "You want to tie me up?" "Yeah. Is that not what you had in mind?"She nibbles at her lip, nervously. "Well,.yeah. That's what I had in mind, alright." Spike grabs her waist and draws her on top of him. "Slayer wants to play naughty games with me," he teases, loving it. She roughly grabs his wrists in both hands and holds them above his head, pinning him. He pants with excitement, licking his lips. His erection is immediate, poking into her abdomen. "You like it when I hurt you, don't you, Spike?" Buffy exerts more pressure on his wrists.