|| Come here ||
|| Pretty please ||
|| Can you tell me where I am ||
His hands were like ice against her hot skin, emitting a baby soft moan from her trembling lips. She shuddered beneath him, entangling her fingers in his hair as he trailed kisses along her lean, soft body. His lips were tender. Precious. They made her feel loved. Human. Something neither of them really were.
She hoped no one found out. This was wrong. She should not have been seeing him. But lately... Only three nights before, she had been walking in the cemetary, remembering her recent birthday. Sweet sixteen. Not that age actually mattered. And then all of a sudden, there had been a race of chills to rush up and down her spine, seeming almost mockingly cruel. She had paused. Turned around. And then there he was.
|| You... won't you say something||
|| I need to get my bearings ||
He had to have done something. Had to have cast some evil spell because this was something she had never seen herself doing. Allowing him to take her. To caress her. To taste her as if she were the only presence keeping him alive in this crushing world. As he stroked her face tenderly and pressed his mouth back against hers, she thought back to their kiss. Their first, oddly passionate kiss that had begun this strange pairing of theirs.
When she had noticed him, she was startled. Afraid. Thousands of questions ran through her mind as if to finish some hard and painful race to the finish. But only one stood out. One.
Yet she dared not ask it. She had been too caught up in him. In his lustful stare to even notice the world around her. His tight black jeans and blood red shirt. Even that worn out leather duster was strangely attractive. But it was his eyes, those ghostly blue orbs that were burning right through her, summoning forth desires and emotions she had not yet had the chance to feel.
Nothing was said. Nothing had to be. He had simply advanced towards her, cupped one side of her face in his hand, and furiously slammed his mouth to hers. She had been kissed before. But not like this. Never like this. There was so much passion. So much wanting. Needing. But also pain. A rich, addictive pain that she just could not get enough of.
|| I'm lost ||
|| And the shadows keep on changing ||
And now he was kissing her again. In her room. On her bed. Touching her and caressing her as if she were the only one for him. A part of her even wondered what he really felt for her. Fear of being just a silly conquest rose from deep within her heart. But he must have sensed it, seen it in her hazy blue eyes for his lips found hers once more, his tongue exploring different regions of her mouth as he slid his hands beneath her light blue skirt.
She pulled back, whimpering softly as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her white silk panties. He soothed her with his soft whispers, nipping at her neck lovingly as the clothing began to slide down her smooth, tanned legs. She felt... What was the word? Nervous? Yes. Afraid. Of how much it would hurt. That she'd disappoint him. She wasn't good enough. Not for him. Not for anybody.
"I can't..." she whimpered softly, feeling him slide her panties over her knees.
"Yes, you can," he whispered back. He suckled gently on the delicious flesh of her inner thighs. His eyes glowed as she arched her head back against the softness of her pillow, moaning softly as he discarded her clothing on the floor piece by piece. The skirt came after her panties, a soft cry of surprise escaping her wet lips as he flicked his tongue over her sweet clit. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to try and control her pounding heartbeat. But it only made him laugh. Only made him ever the more determined.
She tugged at the back of his shirt, urging him back up to her mouth. His taste... It was warm. Inviting. And it gave her a sense of consuming power she had never felt before in her life. Her equally false, untrue life.
His shirt soon was thrown into the ever growing pile on the floor. She averted his gaze to stare at it as he smoothed his strong hands up and down her sides, licking at her neck as if she were sweet milk. But the heat he gave her, the elation in his kiss brought her back as he moved her eyes back to his.
She ran her hands up and down his hard, muscled chest. Her eyes were
closed once more as he reached beneath her white tank top, squeezing her
precious mounds mercilessly. She cried out, whispering his name as he rolled
her nipple around his fingers until they grew pebble hard. Seduction. He had
mastered the fine art. She could see it burning in his eyes like a raging inferno.
But there was something else there. Something else he felt for her. Love, maybe? Probably not. Maybe just infatuation. But he wanted her. As much as she wanted and desired him.
|| And I'm haunted ||
|| By the lives that I have loved ||
|| And actions I have hated ||
|| I'm haunted ||
|| By the lives that wove the web ||
|| Inside my haunted head ||
She gasped as she felt him slip a finger into her moist folds. A whimper left her lips. Her fear was intoxicating to them both. Her innocence. Her purity. Perhaps that was what drew him to her. Again. And again. And again. He was breathtaking. An exhilirating force she had never felt. He was new. Amazing. An experience she would never forget.
He whispered against her neck, pulling his digit out slowly to push one more in with it once he found her hot core again. She gripped at his shoulders as he sped up, mimicking the motions they both longed to feel. To have. Her sweet moans enveloped him as they grew louder, her tiny, unsure hips beginning to move with his rhythm. The whole scene called out to them both, mixing with her fervent cries. This was wrong. So very wrong. Immoral. Hell, her mother was probably doing backflips in her grave. But that didn't matter. It just felt so good. So right.
Suddenly she tugged at his hair, struggling to catch her breath. This felt amazing. Wondrous. But she couldn't... Not yet. It had to be perfect. Just like him.
"No," she whispered as he came back up to stare into her eyes. "Not yet. I can't... Please."
"I don't want to hurt you," he replied, his lips dancing upon her bare shoulders.
She moaned. "Just need you... inside... please, don't stop."
|| Don't cry ||
|| There's always a way ||
|| Here in November in this house of leaves ||
|| We'll pray ||
She shuddered a bit beneath him, panting softly as he kissed away beads of sweat that danced across her body. A slow, passioned kiss was shared between them before he lifted her up into his arms, helping her pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. She reached out, caressing his face with the back of her hand, staring at him through lazy eyelids before her quivering lips began to silently plead for another seal of their zeal of the other. He pushed her back down to the bed, making another trail of kisses over her body, down to her navel. His tongue darted down, biting the succulent flesh in an attempt to draw a sweet sound from her mouth. She gripped his shoulders, biting down on her lower lip as he cupped a milky breast and massaged one hard nipple with his tongue. His other hand trailed down, pinching her naked self and caressing her swollen clit once more. She was surrending. Giving up. It was all she was meant to do. She wasn't good for anything else. He saw that.
Her shaky hands moved over his chest, stopping at the button of his tight black jeans. He followed the precious jewels, half-smiling as she worked to slide the zipper down. She whimpered in frustration at the trembling of her hands, disappointed with herself and what she was doing. But he quietly let her know it was okay. That it did not make him angry. Exactly the opposite to be truthful. She was seductive, whether she knew it or not. Beautiful. Lovely even. And so chaste. So innocent. Perfect. Really quite a turn-on.
She swallowed hard as he grabbed her hands, kissing the fingertips lovingly until their shaking subsided somewhat. A small exhale of relief left her mouth and entered into his ears, sounding like a melodious symphony of bliss. He needed to her more. Needed to hear her call out his name until her voice was gone and her strength was drained.
She allowed him to place her arms over her head, stroking her quivering body as he stood for a moment. She watched curiously as he slipped out of his jeans, his strong calf muscles seeming so appealing as he stood clad only in his black boxers. And then those were thrown to the floor to, his straining erection finally being freed after so many long nights of being pressed through his jeans into the warmth of her thighs.
It was somewhat amusing how her eyes grew somewhat wide and she struggled not to gasp. Pure. A precious child. She was simply amazing.
The shakiness of her hands, the nervousness she had felt before came
rushing back like a harsh, cold tide as he rested his naked body back over hers, grabbing her legs gently and wrapping them around his waist. Her long held gasp finally left her as she felt his hardness poised at her hot entrance. This was it. No turning back. She had waited her whole life to feel loved. To feel wanted. And now she was finally going to get it.
He waited. Tenderly stroking her face and planting tiny kisses along her jawline until she relaxed. He had to make this special for her. For them both.
|| Please I know it's hard to believe ||
|| To see a perfect forest ||
|| Through so many splintered trees ||
|| You and me ||
|| And these shadows keep on changing ||
She breathed out. Nervously. Hesitantly. She was unsure. She couldn't take this back. She couldn't be in Indian giver, not that she would ever regret this, but...
Enough thoughts. She wanted this. She wanted him.
He held her close, kissing her neck once before resting his forehead atop hers. He could stare into those deep blue eyes for the rest of his life. They were so brilliant. Different colors in different light. Like the color of the ocean. He could remember. That day so many years ago when she had lost the most important person in her world. Those gentle orbs were so sad. So despaired. And a glowing green that brought a warmth to his still heart that he had never felt before.
He pushed inside of her, listening as she whimpered again, swallowing hard. He waited. Waited for her to let him go further. To take it away. She lifted her hips against his, moving her hand over his that had moved over the side of her breast.
It was too much. She was too much for him. He smashed his mouth to hers, grunting as he sheathed himself fully into her wet core, breaking the last and only barrier she had.
She cried out, feeling hot tears spring into her eyes as the pain racked through her body. It was so intense. So... hurting. But yet... addictive. Like luscious nicotine. Moments passed before an action was done, and that action was him kissing her hot, salty tears away from her cherub-like face. He was so good... So very, very good.
"Are you okay?" he whispered worriedly.
She nodded her head, pressing her mouth to his for a small second. "Go slow," she begged softly.
He pulled back before entering her heat once more, holding her as if she were a piece of fragile glass. Clear and gorgeous. He listened in joy as she let out tiny, unsure moans, whispering out his name as she tried to tell her small hips how to move against him. But then something took over. Took over them both. And the world around them was lost as their slow, precious movements suddenly grew frenzied and desired.
|| And I'm haunted ||
|| By the lives that I have loved ||
|| And actions I have hated ||
|| I'm haunted ||
|| By the promises I've made ||
|| And others I have broken ||
|| I'm haunted ||
|| By the lives that wove the web ||
|| Inside my haunted head ||
She cried out, arching her head off of the pillow as he entered her swiftly and with ease. Her long nails dug into his back as he bit down on the tender flesh of her neck, pumping furiously inside of her. Beads of sweat trailed over their bodies, their moans mingling together melodiously. She called his name and grabbed his face in her hands, his handsome face. Their lips found each other, suckling. Tasting. Until his mouth found the
hardness of her nipple and he took the precious pebble into his mouth.
|| Hallways... always ||
|| I'll always love you ||
|| I'll always need you ||
|| I'll always want you ||
|| And I will always miss you ||
She tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning out as the pleasure
began to build up inside of her, tickling her mercilessly. Her lover let out
a possessive growl as his face morphed and his fangs sunk into her neck,
drinking the sweet nectar that flowed through her veins. A scream escaped
her throat as she came, clenching around him and crying out his name while
she struggled to stayed connected with the Earth.
But it wasn't over. Far from it. There was too much pent up in them.
Too many held back feelings they had struggled with for so long, maybe even
before their lives had first been touched by the other. He gripped the
globes of her ass, delving deeper inside her until she screamed out. He
captured her mouth in his to silence her, all the while continuing his fast
pace with her hips desperately trying to catch up.
|| Come here ||
|| No I won't say please ||
|| One more look at the ghost ||
|| Before I'm gonna make it leave ||
They came together again. And again. And again. She couldn't believe
how good it felt to have him spill his cold seed into her fiery depths over
and over and then pulling back to catch his strength before pushing into her
again. The sweat glistened against both their bodies, their groans of
pleasure growing louder by the second. She wrapped her arms around his neck
as he lifted her body up somewhat to push himself as far as he could. She
muffled her cries against his cold shoulder, biting down in a silent attempt
to beg him to feed. To take her away.
Thank God that damn chip had finally lost it's battery.
He buried his fangs deeply into her flesh once more, drinking enough
to satisfy them both yet leave her with enough to live on. She tasted so
damn incredible! So sweet! And she was his. Finally. After so long. He had
someone. Someone who wanted him. Who would always want him after this
passioned night.
"Spike..." she called out, taking in hurried breaths of excitement as
she stared up into his eyes.
He slowed, feeling himself calm at the sight of her seraph glowing
face. She was wonderful. A goddess. Her flowing brown hair pooled around her
face, damp and tangled from their lovemaking. Her blue eyes brightened in
the room, seemingly glowing like a lit match in a darkened room. He was
there. In her eyes. Hidden behind barrier she had long since built. Barriers
to prevent her from being hurt. To stop her tears before they started. He
was just like her. Exactly like her.
He pulled out of her, and while she expected another round of harsh
sex (not that she wasn't enjoying herself) instead she was greeted with
simply slow movements. Gentle thrusts that made her feel ever the more
loved. A low hum echoed from her throat as he held her, the soothing
coldness of his hands and the white sheets of the bed feeling like precious
words of comfort against her hot, sweat covered back. He kissed her again,
their tongues dueling in a sweet ancient war as the pleasure began to tickle
them. Begging to be released.
Her hips bucked against his. She was tight. So hot and wet. Perfect.
Perfect. It was the only way to describe her. Just... perfect.
|| Come here ||
|| I've got the pieces here ||
|| Time to gather up the splinters ||
|| Build a casket for my tears ||
One final release and then it was over. His hard body fell against
hers as their heavy pants filled the air around them.
|| I'm haunted ||
|| (By the lives that I have loved) ||
He stroked her damp hair, kissing her face as lovingly as her lasts
tremors disappeared into the past. She rested her against her pillow, her
eyes drooping, taking the last of any strength she had left. She was tired.
So very tired...
But it was so totally damn worth it.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbled. "Dawn..."
"I love you," she blurted out, urging to look into her eyes.
He hesitated. He was afraid to say it. But he had to. He couldn't let
her think. She was the one. His princess. He had to keep her. He needed her.
"God, I love you," he whispered back. He sealed it with a kiss,
pushing little brown curls out of her eyes and tucking them behind her
precious little ears. Then he rolled over onto his back, pulling her still
trembling body into his arms. She ran a hand over his hard chest, resting
her head upon his shoulder as he stroked her body. He kissed the top of her
head. His girl. His Dawnie.
|| I'm haunted ||
|| (By the promises I've made) ||
"Sleep, little bit."
She smiled, ignoring how much even that task drained her off of her
strength. "You haven't called me that in a long time."
"Old habits die hard, pet."
There was a thin moment of silence. It rained upon them like a
summer sprinkle around them. Their world was just so wonderful. So great. No
one could tear it down. No storm could weather it away. No lightning bolt
could strike it and burn it as if they shouldn't be. They were together. As
strange, as eerie as that was... they had each other. Nothing could change
that.
Her pounding heartbeat grew soft once more and her barely there
little snores entered Spike's ears. He chuckled softly, kissing the top of
her head as he pulled the covers around them both. And for a while he just
stared. Watching her. Adoring the feel of her hot body against his, her
little hands over his muscled chest.
He wasn't sure how to tell her. How many nights he had spent watching
her... how long it had taken him to get over the blonde slayer only to fall
for her little sister. There was something about her. Something that told
him... When he was with her, he didn't feel so alone. She understood. Maybe
she never came out and said it, but she understood. She knew what he went
through, remembering different things, some not real. Some he longed to take
back. He wasn't human. Never was when he thought about it.
And neither was she.
He could still remember those few nights before when he had first
kissed her. He hadn't been sure, although the confidence in his walk
probably suggested otherwise to her. She had just been so beautiful. Her
long brown hair flowing around her face. Her attire of blue jeans, skimpy
white tank, and black boots just making her ever the more appealing. Her
luscious lips had been painted a light red, bringing out the color in her
sad eyes. And her skin had glowed against the moonlight. Inviting him.
Pleading with him. He just hadn't been able to contain it any longer. He
wanted her. Wanted her sweet innocence. Her love. She loved him. He could
see it. Whether she had known it then or not was a different story.
And that had been... three nights ago? Yes. Since then, she had come
to him in the night, kissing him. Telling him about her trying day only to
leave before she allowed him to do more than just kissing to her willing
body.
But now she was his. His love. She had given him her only gift. Her
purity. Her gift of life.
Dawn snuggled closer to him in her sleep, her hands moving up to his
neck and staying there as she slumbered deeply. Spike smiled and thanked
whoever was watching out for him that the bloody slayer was in L. A. helping
the old poof with business.
Yeah, sure. She was probably doing more than just helping with 'the
business'.
But Spike wasn't going to think about that. He was just content being
with her. Near her. Breathing in the scent of her hair. Touching the silky
softness of her body. A goddess. An angelic goddess was she.
|| I'm haunted ||
|| By the hallways in this tiny room ||
One final kiss and then he closed his eyes, feeling a strange wave of
peace wash over him.
|| The echoes there of me and you ||
|| The voices that are carrying this tune ||
He wasn't leaving her. He couldn't. He wasn't sure how to go on
without her. She had entangled him in a viscious web of need. And he didn't
even care.
Perhaps it was just his imagination, but before he fell into the dark
world of dreams, he felt her soft lips against his neck, her whispers of
love entering his ear to calm the emotions locked deeply inside.
|| And I'm haunted ||
The End...
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