Response to Nauti's challenge. Filling in the gaps between the end of 'Smashed and the start of 'Wrecked'

 

Feel the Burn

 

 

They landed on the broken remains of what had been a ceiling, the force of the fall pushing Spike so far into Buffy that she was sure she would split in two. He was so hard and it hurt so much, but the painful burning sensation was sweet and she wanted more. Needed to feel more, because what she had taken already wasn't enough.
She pushed down onto him, using all her strength. Grinding into him. Seeking something that she couldn't name. Wouldn't name. Simple release wasn't what she craved. Orgasms were something she could supply for herself, if she wanted them. They were easy to come by. But her need was greater than that. It was about feeling again. About strong emotions that had been out of her grasp since her return.

 

I touch the fire and it freezes me
I look into it and it's black
Why can't I feel?

 

Spike couldn't believe that she was above him, and that he was in her. He could see the tears behind her eyes, smell the arousal that surrounded her. Feel the desperation in her movements. He knew this wasn't about love, at least not this time. But that didn't stop him from wanting to give her all that she sought.
"I can't feel it Spike," she whispered "Make me feel it...please."
Spike growled at the perceived insult. Digging his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs, he flipped her over onto her back. He could smell the blood from the small wounds but the odour was quickly smothered by a fresh rush of arousal from her. He crashed into her, over and over, pummeling her into the ground. She screamed.
"YES !!"
Spike paused for a moment. He watched as she bit down hard on her lip. The same lip he had split with a punch not 10 minutes earlier. So that’s what she wants. A little pain. Well, he was never one to deny her anything.
He drew himself out of her completely and she whimpered with the loss, until he thrust back into her with all his strength driving her across the floor. The rubble tearing the skin from her back, and buttocks. She winced but drove back against him, her movements demanding more.
"Yes Yes Yes." she chanted in time with their mutual thrusting. Their pace lifted but she needed more. Buffy reached down between them and grabbed his shaft, twisting it sharply and pushing him across the room. Then with almost vampire-like speed, she was on him again. Biting his chest and shoulders, tearing at him with her nails.
Spike punched her.
Her head whipped back to look him full in the face. A gleam of pleasure in her eyes. "Mmm, now I felt that."
He hit her again. Harder, then grabbed her wrists so that she couldn't fight back.
"Is this what you need?" his eyes were as questioning as his tone.

 

I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side........ What's your excuse?

 

 

Her brow furrowed. She didn't want to think. She only wanted to feel. Thinking was too hard, and tonight she needed a different kind of hard.
A sob caught in her throat. "Please don't Spike. Not now. I can't think now." she pleaded with him.
He took both her wrists in one hand and held tight, using his other hand to trace small circles along her collarbone, shushing her. He seemed lost in thought but she knew better.
He was weighing his options.
The lightness of his touch was hypnotic and her head dropped back of its own accord, exposing her neck. As soon as she submitted he wrenched her forward and grabbed her throat in a vice like grip. Testing her resolve. Her reaction, or rather, lack of reaction shocked him.
It was then that he knew that he had to give her this. Give her what she craved and hope that it was enough to save her.

 

It's human nature, Buff
It's gotta be seductive - Just giving in to it. Going totally wild

 

Snap. The sound of leather on skin. His belt searing across her. It was music to her ears, playing a symphony on her golden skin. Her nipples puckered and tight, straining against the shear lace of her bra.
He paused, and she responded the way she now knew she had to. "Please master, hurt me again."
Burn. Flames licking at her tender skin. She watched mesmerized as the golden shades turned black. He held the lighter close for a moment then drew it away. She keened at the loss of sensation.
Snap. His hand across her bared arse. Leaving her glowing and red. Blood fighting to break to the surface. He vamped, sinking his teeth into those blush-red cheeks as though she was a ripe peach. Her juice dripping off his lips. Her screams bounced off the walls.
Release. She felt so free. No decisions for her to make. No one that needed her to save them or protect them. She was free to be vulnerable and weak. Free to fail.

 

I wasn't planning on hurting you. (smirks) Much.
You haven't even come close to hurting me.
Afraid to give me the chance?

 

 

She was kneeling before him, begging to be allowed to pleasure him with her mouth. To repay him for the kindness of allowing her to be nothing.
Her own blood was sticky and caked all over her now naked form. He was still fully clothed.
He cupped her cheek and drew her upwards.
"No more tonight. You're my brave girl. So strong. I'm very proud of you." His words burned a hole directly to her heart and she knew he meant it.
Her heart swelled with pride at his words. He kissed her tenderly, holding her close to him, stroking her hair with his hands as she held on to him like he was her final lifeline. He allowed her to cling and he wrapped himself around her, whispering nonsense endearments into her ear.
Laying her down onto his duster, he began to kiss and lick her all over, cleaning the blood from her body and soothing her wounds. Her entire body was hypersensitive to his touch and the caresses soon turned seductive. She reached up in a silent request, then after his approving smile, carefully undressed him. He made slow love to her. Worshipping all the parts of her body in turn.
When she came, it was with a sigh. And she knew that it was the most tender orgasm she would ever experience. He held onto her as she wept. She continued to cry until she slept. And Spike held her with such protectiveness that he doubted if he would ever be able to let her go again.
She had needed to cry so badly. There had been so much to mourn. The death of her own self. And her rebirth as something less than she was before. Her joy had died. It was what had made her invincible. Powerful. Human. Tonight she had been given the chance to weep for the loss of Buffy Summers, and to search for the new Slayer within her.
Spike knew that tonight wasn't going to bring her any joy once the sun rose. But it was still something that she'd needed. He hoped that one day, she would be able to admit that to herself, that the sun would light the truth of it for her.
He knew that by some sick quirk of fate, it had become his job to force her towards that light, no matter how much he might get burned doing it. And he hoped she would let him survive it.

 

~~ fin ~~