Chapter 5 - Make Love Not War
The yes in her head was bold, confident and sure. The one that came out of her mouth however shook and whimpered.
Spike knew exactly the kind of bravery that it had taken for her to say it. His heart swelled with emotion til it choked in the back of his throat. Here she was, his Slayer, offering herself to him completely. It was the most amazing sight, and he drank it in. He was a starving man in the desert, and she was his oasis.
He marvelled as her heart quivered and gasped in front of him, small and helpless, her love was a newborn that needed his protection and guardianship. How could those others that had been trusted with it, have been so careless and cruel. Stomping it into the dust, mocking it, as it had wept for them.
He opened his arms and moved toward her, engulfing her with his embrace. She melted into his cool touch, the tears that had been threatening to fall finally came, in torrents, washing away all the hurt that she had been hiding within her. Spike cooed and soothed, kissing her hair, her eyes and her cheeks. He moved back slightly, taking her face in his hands, and looked deep into her eyes. He wanted her to know somehow that what he was about to say was an oath and a promise.
"Buffy luv, you know that I will never hurt you don't you?" Spike eyes misted over, he was desperate for her to know that he was sincere. "I love you with everything that I have in me."
Buffy listened to his voice through her sobs. But it wasn't her ears that she trusted, ears could be deceived; they had been tricked in the past. To often tricked by those who shouted love from the rooftops but instead delivered pain and deceit. Instead she watched his face, searching for any sign that his words were trying to mislead her. But all that was there was truth, the truth in his face, his voice and in his heart.
She reached out toward him. Placing her hand where his heartbeat should have been. Caressing him through his cotton t-shirt, marvelling at the way his features contorted with a bitter mix of lust and desire. She shivered with fear at the level of sexual tension that shot through her body. How could she want someone so badly, someone that until recently was a mortal enemy?
The power that had terrified her for so long was the same power that now fascinated her. The grace that made him such a dangerous opponent in the fight would be the same grace that made him an incredible lover. The way he could capture her attention from the other side of a room, the way she could sense him before she saw him. This sixth sense that she had for him, and that he had for her, it was going to cause serious sparkage in the not to distant future, and she couldn't wait.
Buffy let her hand slide from his chest, down to his hip, she slipped two fingers into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled him towards her, moving onto her tippy toes. She leaned in the rest of the way, so that her breath condensed onto his cheek. Spike quivered in anticipation, willing her to connect, but not wanting to move, for fear of spooking her. Instead of kissing him however, she reached forward with her tongue and licked slowly along his jaw line, until she got to his ear, which she then started to nibble lightly on.
Spikes eyes bulged, and so did his jeans. His response to her was instantaneous, her tongue burned a track through to his brain, his head tipped back and a moan escaped his lips. She moved her attention to his neck, sucking and bruising his pale skin. Spikes mind swam, he wanted to maul her right there on the grass, mark her as his forever.
She stopped, and Spike felt like he was dying all over again, he reopened his eyes, and tried to focus on her face, tried to read the expression. She smiled, a secret all-knowing smile. He realised that she was looking at his crotch. He would have blushed if he could have.
"Its all for you luv, if you want it, whenever you need it." He dropped his voice to a whisper. " My love, and my loyalty." The words were husky, full of the passion that Buffy was craving from him.
"I want all of you Spike. I want your rawness and your gentleness, but most of all right now, I want to feel you. On me, inside me and surrounding me." Her eyes pleaded with him.
It was all the invitation that he needed.
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He hovered above her, marvelling at her perfect beauty, still trying to fathom what he had done to deserve such a perfect lover. Her breasts rose to meet his gaze, they begged for attention, like sirens, calling him to his doom, and he went willingly, their hypnotic hold on him stronger than his will to resist.
His mouth watered as he took first one, and then the other perfectly pert nipple and rolled it around his teeth. Revelling in the groans of pleasure that Buffy was helpless to control.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to feel him inside her, pulling him ever closer, but he fought her, demanding control. His smile taunted her eyes as the head of his cock titillated her opening. Teasing her, rubbing ever so gently against her. She growled at him, and pulled his mouth down to hers, hoping to distract him from the torture he was inflicting, long enough to drive her hips forward and achieve some satisfaction. But he wasn't silly, and he chuckled into her mouth once she realised that it was all in vain. Spike was in complete control of this dance, and he was going to tango until her legs quivered in defeat.
Her need for him was the most intoxicating sensation that he had ever felt. He was drunk on it, he couldn't believe that only 24hrs ago it was anger and bourbon that he had been high on, and now it was her, his Slayer. His Buffy. And she was drunk on him as well. They swam in each other’s veins.
Their eyes locked, and they froze. The world stopped and there was only two. The Slayer and her Vampire.
"Now." She breathed.
Spike buried himself into her. The heat burned, scalding him and it was the sweetest sensation he had ever known. He cried out, a cry of pleasure, a Rebel Yell. It was sound like nothing that Buffy had ever heard, and it was music to her ears. She reached around and drew her nails down his back, willing him to drive into her again and again. Spike responded to her unspoken request.
Buffy couldn't believe how wonderfully they fit together. She flipped him over onto his back, without loosing their rhythm and rode him, to heights that neither of them had thought possible. The overload to their senses drowned out everything around them and they existed only for each other. She arched her back and braced herself with her hands on his knees, breasts pointing at the sky, worshipping the night. His hand edged forward of its own will, seeking her clit, rubbing it, and steering her towards orgasm.
She jolted and spasmed around him, above him. Color exploded behind her eyelids, as the sky seemed to light up with the proof of their love. Her ecstasy was the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen, and the knowledge that he had taken her there was all it took for him to follow.
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They lay spent and sated. Completely happy. Wrapped in each other’s contentment. Everything around them seemed more real. The air was clearer, and the flowers smelled sweeter. Spikes duster was serving as a makeshift blanket and they snuggled together, committing to memory all the little things that made them a couple. His eyebrow scar fascinated her, she traced her finger across it, caressing the mark, and then stretched up to place feather light kisses over it. Spike took advantage of the position to nip at her breast. She giggled and slapped him playfully.
"I think I can get used to this luv." Spike chuckled to himself, at her use of his word.
"Luv now is it luv?" He teased.
"Forever and always luv." Whispered Buffy solemnly into his ear, and she kissed his scar again, before laying her head onto his chest, and flicking her tongue across his nipple. Bringing it to attention.
"You keep that up and forever won't seem like anywhere near long enough my dear."
Buffy smiled and sighed, flicking her tongue again. "Promises, promises."
Spike entwined himself around her, protecting her from the darkness, and placed a chaste kiss onto the top of her head.
"I promise you luv, I will be yours forever, and nothing will ever happen to change how we are right now."
And as she looked into his eyes, she knew without question that it was true. That he would make all her fears unfounded, all the nightmares would be woken from, and that her life was complete.
For the first time since her calling, she was whole.
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The end.
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