TITLE: Insatiable

AUTHOR: Princess Jade

RATING: NC-17

SPOILERS: None really.

PAIRING: Spike/Buffy

FEEDBACK: Yes! Yes! Please, please, please! :)

DISTRIBUTION: This can be found at fanfiction.net.

DISCLAIMER: You know the deal, everything belongs to Joss and so on.

SUMMARY: Short…almost pwp…but it's more a glimpse into the Spuffy relationship. Almost.

Insatiable

By Princess Jade

His demanding hands, cool and callused, dipped underneath leather pants to grip smooth hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her heat. Throwing her head back, she distractedly ran her hands through his blonde hair as she let his name escape, breathlessly and low, from her parted lips causing his mind to blur and his body tense further in need. Her small hands clawed at his jacket, fingers tugging and pulling, driven by the simple need to feel skin against skin.

"So hot, Luv." He purred against the hollow of her throat, dull teeth scraping over sweat-slicked flesh.

He felt the answering shiver that ran beneath her skin and revealed in her response to him. The heat of her body burned him, much in the same way his icy touch cooled her to the bone and no matter how often she claimed he was beneath her, at least in this they were equals.

In every other way they were complete opposites. Good against Evil. Enemies for all eternity. Forbidden to be anything more or anything less. But that's what made this all the more erotic. They were going against everything and anything they had ever known with this secret liaison of carnal passion and dark desire. For once, a creature of the dark and an entity of the light held a secret, and they both seemed eager to keep it to themselves.

He ran bruising kisses up her ivory throat, nipping at the tender flesh behind her ear, as his hands slid underneath the fine barrier of material separating him from the silky skin that she let only herself and her lovers touch.

He was her lover.

That thought was just as shocking as it was stimulating. With a groan, he pushed her back onto the counter with newfound vigor and she pulled him down with her, thighs flexing powerfully around his waist. His lips sought hers, craving the taste and feel of her like he craved blood. He tugged on her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open so his tongue could dance with hers.

"Buffy?" The sound of a door being shut echoed throughout the house, reaching the two lovers entangled on the kitchen counter.

"Shit." She cursed into his open mouth, fingers enmeshed in his blonde locks.

She didn't want to let him go, but she knew she had too.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed at his chest and said quickly, "Spike, hide!"

"Bloody hell." He muttered, pulling away from her.

He moved into the shadows of the room and watched, his blue eyes smoldering with desire, as she scrambled off the counter and smoothed out her clothing, composing herself as best as she could.

"Buffy? Are you home?"

It was Willow. Spike silently cursed the witch's sense of timing, but was glad it was her who disturbed them and not Xander, who would stake first and ask questions later.

"Uh...Willow? Yeah, I'm---I'm in the kitchen."

~

When moonlight crawls along the street

Chasing away the summer heat

Footsteps outside somewhere below

The world revolves I let it go

~

"Buffy? Hey." Willow smiled, stepping into view from the hallway.

Nervously, she toyed with the hem of her red shirt.

"Hey, Will." Uncomfortable silence filled the room and Buffy shifted from foot to foot.

Her skin, still tingling from Spikes's expert fingers and mouth, was flushed and hot. Her blood was simmering in her veins and craving to be cooled by his touch. She wanted him so bad and Willow was now, unknowingly, stopping her from having him. She had to get her out as quickly as possible. So she pasted on a cheerful smile, which she hoped looked more convincing then it felt.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh. Nothing. Yeah. Uh, nothing's wrong. I--we-- we were wondering if...if you wanted to go to the Bronze?" Willow smiled again, trying to ease the heavy tension that always seemed to lie between them lately.

Wishing things were the way they used to be. Buffy and Willow; best friends, loyal and so close they were almost inseparable. So close they knew each other better then themselves. But now all that was left of their solid friendship was an empty shadow made up of betrayal, guilt, and resentment that neither wanted to feel.

"We?" Buffy cocked her head to the side, looking behind the red head. The hallway was empty.

"Oh! The happy couple are in the car waiting." Willow explained.

"Xander and Anya?"

"Yeah. We decided to stop by and ask if you--you know--wanted to join us in the festivities of the Bronze. So do you?" Willow asked, an honest, hopeful smile brightened her face and Buffy immediately felt sorry.

"I'm sorry. I…um…rented some videos and stuff…"

"Oh, that's okay. I'll tell the others." Her chirpy response failed to completely cover her disappointment and sent guilt flooding through Buffy where it was quickly drowned by the need to return to Spike's arms, hands…and mouth.

She shook off her lascivious thoughts, and followed Willow to the front door searching for something to say to reassure her, to reconnect, yet something that wouldn't cause her unexpected visit to lengthen. The hot wave of desire was still running through her and it made her already thin patience stretch even thinner.

"I---Will...this is weird."

"I know. I know." Willow agreed, a blush tinting her skin.

Her lips curved into a frown, full of helpless apology.. "Look...I'm sorry, Buffy. I don't know how to fix it or how to make you believe it---"

"I believe you Will." Buffy smiled, the first real genuine smile she had shared with Willow since her return, and she felt a part of herself heal a little more. "We need to talk-"

"Yeah--"

"But not now." She said quickly.

"Yeah." Willow said slowly," Okay. Tomorrow? Lunch?"

"Lunch would be great."

"I'll stop by tomorrow at twelve?"

"Perfect. Bye, Will." Buffy said gently, opening the door to let her friend out onto the porch. "Have fun."

"We will." And then Willow was in the car. Buffy heard the engine start, and watched it slowly pulled away from the curb and into the night.

With a sigh she slowly stepped back into the house and shut the door. Immediately, hands, clever and cool, slipped around her waist and tugged her back into a hard chest. She smiled, her pulse quickening with desire, as he whispered sensually into her ear," Finally. Took you a bleedin' eternity."

Then he spun her around and pushed up against the door, his patience exhausted, lips greedily swallowing her gasp of shock.

~

We build our church above this street

We practice love between these sheets

The candy sweetness scent of you

It bathes my skin I'm stained by you

~

Burning lungs had her breaking the kiss, and throwing her head back in total surrender to his nimble fingers, which at the moment were pushing up her red halter top to cup a silky breast in the palm of his right hand. His left, however, was pulling her leg up and around his waist so he could grind himself against her, the friction between them nothing less than heavenly.

"Oh god. Oh god." Buffy moaned with one hand clasped tightly around the doorknob for fear she'd simply melt to the floor while the other was quickly working on the top of his jeans.

Her fingers fumbled with the button and she cursed, "Dammit. Evil...button. Pants...off...now. I need--Oh, yes."

Her frustrated rambling dissolved into a breathy moan when she finally thumbed open his jeans and wrapped a hand around him. Spike growled, eyes closing in pleasure and let his head fall forward, blunt teeth biting down on silky skin left bare by the skimpy top that he had yet to get her completely out of. His hands searched for the opening of her pants, and his brow furrowed in confusion when he couldn't find it.

"Luv, where's the--Oh." His fingers finally found the zipper in the back and he pulled the tab down, hands sliding in, skimming over gently rounded hips to peel the tight leather from her heated skin.

He groaned at the feel of her, warm under his palms, and murmured against her shoulder, "Where's a skirt when you need it?"

"Shut up."

He heard the impatience in her voice and felt the desire in the hands tugging his shirt upwards and over his head. His lips sought hers but she had other ideas and placed her palms against his chest, roughly pushing him back. His eyes darkened to a dangerous sapphire and he reached out as he fell, catching her wrist, to pull her with him. They crashed onto the wooden steps in a tangle of limbs.

~

And all I have to do is hold you

There's a racing in my heart

I am barely touching you

~

Spike hissed, expelling unnecessary air as Buffy landed on top of him, her legs splayed on either side of his hips with her knees supporting herself on the hard steps. Finally removing her shirt, she leaned down for a kiss as his hand moved to her breast, fingers stroking and kneading.

"Up...up…room…bed. Spike, bed." She managed to get out into his open mouth, pushing at his shoulders so they could begin their trek upstairs.

With their bodies and lips fused together in a mesh of passion and lust, neither were quite sure where one began and the other ended. It made moving up the stairs almost impossible, especially for Spike, when Buffy's thighs were wrapped around him like a vice, and her tongue doing, deliciously wicked, things with his own.

He gained his footing, and after a moment, with one hand wrapped tightly around the wooden banister, stumbled blindly backwards, hoping to reach the bedroom in one piece. It was near the top when his foot slipped, sending him on his back, for the second time this evening, with a loud thud. The pain was barely felt through the thick cloud of need that encompassed his brain. They lay there lip-locked until she pulled back to breathe, chest heaving. Wrapping her fingers around the thin strings of her panties, she pulled hard, ripping the material easily. She tossed the ruined fabric to the side, leaving herself completely naked under his rapacious stare.

~

Turn the lights down low

Take it off

Let me show

My love for you

Insatiable

~

"Forget the bed." Buffy said, tugging on the tight denim of his pants.

"Okay, Slayer." He whispered, pulling her head down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss.

She was his. His slayer. His girl. This beautiful thing was his and only his. She belonged to him and he to her, even if she had yet to acknowledge that fact.

It was the truth.

Spike knew Buffy had a tendency to ignore the truth, but he wasn't worried. He could wait. He was, after all, a fairly patient man when it came down to the things he loved. And he did love her. He loved her so bloody much. The thought was calming like a warm night breeze and the violent urgency to possess left him instantly.

Slowly, his hands came up to stroke her back with gentle fingertips, tracing little patterns into her heated skin, and his lips softened upon hers. The tender action confused her and she pulled back, wide eyes meeting his. His hands and body stilled.

"What?" She questioned. "Why'd you stop?"

"Because you're beautiful." He replied with luminous and solemn eyes.

~

Turn me on

Never stop

Wanna taste every drop

My love for you

Insatiable

~

She was silent for a moment, but then she smiled playfully, tilting forward to bite down hard on his lower lip. She tasted blood and whispered darkly,

"You don't have to sweet talk me, Spike. You already know I'm going to fuck you senseless...whether you're sweet or not."

"I'm not sweet talking--" He began, but the statement quickly dissolved into a low growl that rumbled up from his chest when Buffy rocked her hips against his.

Flesh to flesh. Wet to dry. Hot to cold. Soft to hard.

Gripping her hips tightly in his hands, mouth parting in anticipation, all he managed to murmur was, "Yes..."

"Hmmm?" Her response was questioning as she placed her hands on the step above his head.

She moved herself up and then back down, bringing him to the brink of her entrance and then paused, holding herself poised over him. She saw his face contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain and her lips curled upward in a smile of extreme female satisfaction that only control over a man could bring. "I can't hear you, Spike. What did you say?"

"Yes...Buffy, please..." He said, biting his lip as he felt her slide a bit further down and then stop again.

She tightened her thighs around him, muscles taut and unforgiving. With dark, lust-filled eyes, she smirked and slid herself upwards. He could feel her leaving and his hips arched towards her in a silent plea to stop the teasing. He was so damn close, but yet so far. And god, was she wet. So ready. So hot. All his. His fingers dug painfully into her hips, but Buffy's smile only widened.

"Say it."

"I want you."

He did. He wanted her with every imagined beat of his undead heart and not just her body. Most importantly, he wanted her heart. Her brow arched and he growled, frustration evident as he answered in a strained whisper.

"I need you. Please."

~

Breathe in Breathe out

There is no sound

We move together up and down

We levitate our bodies soar

~

Unexpectedly, with a quick rotation of her hips she engulfed him. The muscles of her passage sucked him in and held him and God, she was so tight that he thought he'd lose it right then and there. She burned him even as he cooled her and each sensation was exactly what both of them needed, what both of them craved. Spike sat up with a moan and pulled her closer, teeth nipping at the lobe of her ear as he moved against her. Her neat, manicured nails dug into the pale alabaster skin of his back, subconsciously marking him as her own. The crescent-shaped points of pain turned him on even more and all he could do was groan against her throat, his breath like ice against her skin.

She gasped.

He growled.

She moaned.

He purred.

Spike's universe now consisted only of sensation. She was slick. So slick. So hot. So tight. So everything. She was bloody everything and he was…so…close. He could feel it building up in his dead body. His chest tightened and his unneeded breathing became labored. He coaxed her along with knowing fingers that slid between them to stimulate her throbbing bud.

"Come on…Luv. Almost there...please..."

"I...Spike...harder...I can't--"

With a grunt, he flipped them causing her back to arch deliciously over the top carpeted-step. Her hands, small yet powerful, dipped into his platinum locks, tugging almost painfully, as she moved against him. Her mouth went slack and when she opened her eyes, he found himself starring into lust-filled pools of dark hazel.

"Oh...oh...don't stop. Oh god. So close, Spike." She whimpered, fingers sliding from his hair to scratch down his back, leaving trails of red across the milky white planes of muscle that bunched and flexed with every inward movement.

With her thighs locked tight around him, and she threw her head back, exposing her long, elegant neck. Her pulse beat rapidly underneath her smooth skin. He watched it, mesmerized. It was strong, steady, and so beautiful. A pulse was a beautiful thing. Something he no longer possessed. He could feel the demon in him stir and buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, hoping to surpress it beneath the hot scent of her flesh and the immediacy of the orgasm that lay waiting coiled at the base of his spine.

"Oh," he groaned, feeling himself begin to tip over the peak she had pulled him to.

"God...love...you. Love you…so much. Come on. Baby...please. Love you."

This is when he always babbled. She was used to it. And she always had ignored his declarations of love...until now. Tonight it was different. His voice was different. There was something in it that had her yanking his head up, even in her 'on the edge of ecstasy' state, so she could meet his eyes. She searched through his blue gaze and was surprised to find raw, animalistic need mixed in with unconditional, human love.

~

Turn me on

Never stop

Wanna taste every drop

My love for you

Insatiable

~

Something clicked right then and there. Buffy realized what Spike ultimately wanted, needed, but would never ask. The William in him would never allow it, no matter how much the demon in him craved it. She understood that and she felt something within her melt. Perhaps it was it was one of the many walls she had built up around herself or...perhaps it was her heart? But then there wasn't the time to think much about it because she was beginning to tumble over that glorious edge.

"Bite me."

"What?" He gasped out, his brow furrowing as he felt her muscles spasm and trap him inside.

The pleasure began to roll through him and he looked at her with wide, questioning eyes.

"Bite...me." She moaned out, pulling him down to her neck.

That's all it took for his demon to emerge and sink its teeth into the tight skin of her throat. Her warm blood slid down his throat, sending him over the edge with a howl as she cried out his name in pleasure, muscles milking him for all he was worth.

~

The moonlight plays upon your skin

A kiss that lingers takes me in

I fall asleep inside of you

There are no words

There's only truth

~

When her eyes began to focus she found that he was kissing her neck. Small, gentle, healing kisses that soothed the faint sting left from the bite. His hands ran lovingly up and down her sides and she was faintly aware that he was purring, a low rumbling sound that came from somewhere deep within his chest.

"Buffy…Pet…Luv…did I hurt you?" He murmured over and over again between kisses.

She smiled and pulled his face up to meet hers. Her eyes had gone all soft and dreamy, and she shook her head in a silent answer before pulling his lips to hers. Their lips melted together, a sensation Spike never experienced and never thought he would. This was something that had only existed in his dreams. Pulling away, he traced a finger over her brow and rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you." "I know." She replied.

Which was another thing that was different. She didn't hit him, didn't push him away, and didn't go racing for her clothes. She just smiled, acknowledged it, and ran her hands through his hair. She tilted her head to the side, studying him.

"You're hair, it's all...spiky."

He laughed, nuzzling the side of her neck in amusement. "Do you like it that way, Luv?"

"Mm…spiky haired Spike. My spiky haired Spike." She yawned, fingers rubbing his scalp in a soothing manner.

"Yours?" He whispered, scarred eyebrow rising almost delicately.

"Mm...." She nodded, but her voice had changed slightly, back to something more familiar.

Her eyes searched his, the dreamy emerald shifting back to hard hazel.

"Don't question it. Don't question me...because I don't have the answers. I don't know when I will have the answers either. I just...I don't know."

"S'okay, Pet. I understand." He stroked a gentle hand down her back, because he did understand, and kissed her nose when she yawned again. "Tired?"

"Yeah. Bed?"

"Bed it is."

She wrapped her body around his, placing her chin on his shoulder as he maneuvered them both to their feet.

She sighed at the trail of clothes that lead down the stairs and into the hall, "We made a mess."

"Mm. We did, didn't we?" He entered her bedroom, dropping her on the bed in all her naked glory.

"I'll clean it up now...before I leave." He turned to go, but she grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"No. Stay. Dawn won't be home till twelve. We'll clean it up before she gets in."

"But the sun, Luv--"

"Don't worry about it."

He just looked at her, eyes searching her face for a long moment. And he must have found what he was looking for, because he smiled and nodded slowly.

"Right then…I'll stay."

~

And nobody knows you like I do

The world doesn't understand

But I grow stronger in your hands

I feel like a better man

Just being in the same room

~

He slid beneath the sheets to lie next to her, and Buffy found herself snuggling against him with her head on his chest, feeling completely content for the first time since she was brought back. She was too tired and couldn't make herself care enough to tell herself again why this was all wrong. She was sick of walking in her own little world of black and white. Why couldn't there be some gray? She knew she didn't love him, yet she knew she cared and that was more than enough to deal with. It was more than scary enough for her.

"Spike?"

"Mm." He could die happy right here. "What Luv?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being confused. It's not fair to you. I---I do care. You know?" Buffy turned her head to look at him and was amazed to see how his face had softened, eyes becoming a glassy night sky.

He looked younger, human, and she could almost picture the William who wrote the bloody awful poetry.

"I do now." He said softly, stroking her hair and dropping a kiss to her temple. "It's okay. Go to sleep, Luv. I understand..."

And he did. God, he understood everything, because he simply understood her. Snuggling closer, she let his gentle fingers lull her to sleep. He pulled her flush against him when her breathing deepened into the rhythm of sleep and then only did he let out a huge breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.

"You're scared, Pet." He murmured into her hair, features softening in the moonlight. "I know you don't love me, but that's okay because I know you care and that's enough for now."

He watched her sleep, enjoying the feel of her breath against his skin and her heartbeat under his hand. He wanted to memorize everything about this moment, to capture it and keep it with him forever. He didn't go to sleep until morning arrived, a soft trace of its light visible through her ivory blinds. He knew she'd be up in a few hours and he held no doubt that they'd be back to their usual bickering and fighting, but that was okay. It was okay because she told him she cared and that was enough for now.

~

Can't close my eyes when I'm with you

Insatiable the way I'm loving you

~


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