End of Days
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Adult ++
Chapters:
18
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7
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The Bed
Title:
Title: End of Days
Chapter: Chapter Ten – The Bed
Author: Queen Akasha
Rating: NC17 in some chapters
Summary: B/S. Season Seven. Now that they’re all squeaky clean …….
Feedback: I’d love it!!!! This site or e-mail me at Queen_Akasha@telus.net
Disclaimer: Joss? You own all (bows reverently). You own the whole ‘verse. So, can I just have a little crumb? Just let me have ONE small character. You’ll never miss him. Let Harmony turn Xander, and you can have another Big Bad. Please???
Spoilers: Up to the end of Season Six. This is my fictional season seven, taking into consideratiome ome spoilers for season six.
Distribution: Sure, if you WANNA. Let me know, K? I’ll send you updates. >)
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Spike felt strange – almost disjointed, as if he were in a dream. He loved Buffy with his whole being, and she had just told him that she returned that love. In truth, he HAD dreamed of this moment, waking and sleeping, but apparently he wasn’t prepared for the actuality. It wasn’t a bad feeling – he just felt uneasy, as if this dream come true would have to be paid for before too long. And, he thought, no matter how heavy the price, he would pay. But he thought the coin would be dear.
He had planned for this moment since he had left Sunnydale, if you could plan for an eventuality you thought would never come to pass. The farthest that he had envisioned was seeing Buffy. Being lathered and showered by a naked Buffy was beyond his expectations. He fiercely desired to have her – he just wanted to thrust his cock hard into her wet and willing pussy and fuck her until she screamed for mercy, but this time needed to be special. He needed to begin to be absolved, in some small way, for his treatment of her the last time he had seen her.
Spike smiled down at her, still entwined in his arms. "Buffy," he whispered, "will you please come to bed with me?"
She nodded, her eyes captivated by his. This felt inevitable, like the tides and the turn of the earth. Her whole life, everything, had been leading up to this moment. Whether it was fate, destiny, karma, or just coincidence, her life had been entwined with Spike’s. She couldn’t and wouldn’t deny him any more. No more fighting it. This was just too powerful to dispute. They belonged together.
"I want you," she whispered huskily. He took her hand, stepped out of the shower, and led her into the bedroom.
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She relaxed back onto the bed. He lay down beside her, pressing his whole long length of flesh against her. Everything felt surreal, as if it wasn’t really happening. He leaned up on one elbow, pulling his body away. His eyes captured hers, as he bent down to take her lips with his. She couldn’t close her eyes at first – she couldn’t bear to be that separated from him. He kept his eyes open as well, staring deeply into hers. He gently licked the inside of her upper lip and she parted her lips for him. His tongue flicked over the roof of her mouth, as she met it with hers. She finally closed her eyes, as the intensity of his gaze was too much. Kissing him was like drinking him. She inhaled his familiar taste and scent and couldn’t get enough of it. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever, with only their lips and tongues touching.
She had to have more. She craved tou touch. She reached down and clasped his hand, pulling it over her breast. "I want you to touch me, Spike," she panted, pulling her lips briefly away from his. "I need you. I love you."
Hearing her say that phrase that was so new to her vocabulary, Spike felt an unneeded breath hitch in his chest. Tears came to his eyes. *Bloody Poofter!* he thought, but the emotions didn’t feel as bad as they once would have. He kissed his way to her throat, feeling the blood pulse erotically under her skin. He licked the length of her jugular, and she angled her jaw back to give him greater access, making soft sighing noises as she did so. He circled his thumb around her erect nipple, teasingly not touching it. She bucked her hips in frustration. "Please," she panted. "Tell me what you want, Buffy," Spike sighed into her ear, making her shiver. "Please," she gulped, "my breasts. Kiss my breasts." Needing no further encouragement, Spike leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, grazing his blunt teeth over the tip. Buffy moaned as electric voltage shot through her body. Her groin began to pulse and throb in it’s own rhythm and she wanted nothing more than a surcease to this exquisite torture.
But that was not to be. Spike had his own agenda and wouldn’t be hurried, even though his erection was so painful that it was almost uncontrollable. Hntednted to take his time, for Buffy. His pleasure was secondary. He kissed and licked first one, then the other breast. Buffy’s head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, and her fingers clenched convulsively in his hair. Still laving attention on her nipples, he began gently stroking her stomach, stopping just above her nest of curls. Buffy groaned. "Oh, God, Spike, don’t tease. Touch my pussy." He dipped his cool hand down to her moist slit, sliding two fingers inside her burning heat. She bucked uncontrollably as he teased her throbbing clitoris with his thumb. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, pulling out his sopping fingers and licking them off erotically. "Mmm," he sighed, "you taste so sweet. Better than candy." If she’d been aroused before, his actions caused her to go wild, begging him incoherently. All he could make out was a litany of "Spike, please, Spike, please, oh, please, oh Spike."
Still maintaining eye contact, he slid down her body until he was positioned directly over her swollen groin. She watched his eyes as he began licking and sucking her, massaging her clitoris with quick back and forth movements of his tongue, and then stopping to thrust his tongue inside of her for a taste of her juices. Love and lust were displayed on his handsome features as he continued to meet her eye to eye. She again entwined her fingers in his hair, and she felt tingly all over, as if she were hyperventilating. Everything maintained that strange dreamlike quality for both of them, almost as if they were experiencing overpowering deja-vu. She felt his erection pressing against her leg, and managed to choke out "Spike, please, I need you inside of me. Please make love to me."
He slid up until he was positioned between her legs, and slowly, slowly slid his rock hard shaft into her. Inch by inch he filled her until she felt that she could take no more. He remained motionless to let her adjust to his size, and then they began rocking together slowly and gently, kissing again with such passion and love that Buffy felt her heart swell in her chest. They had done this before, they had fucked, had sex, screwed each other silly. But this was the first time that they had made love. They both felt it with an unspoken communication. Buffy saw Spike’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, and knew that the same shine was reflected in hers. Usually Spike talked to heringring sex, erotic, sensual things that spurred her on, but this time he was silent, content to kiss her and gaze into her eyes.
Still gently rocking together, Buffy felt her orgasm build, yet she seemed to stay at the peak for an unbelievable amount of time. The pleasure rose and rose until she could stand it no longer. Spike stiffened as his own orgasm began to overcome him. As she felt the wave of her climax crashing down on her, she whispered, "I love you, Spike." This was enough to send him over the edge, and he thrust into her strongly, arching his back , all the while never taking his eyes from her face. "I love you so much, Buffy," he managed to say before leaning down to take her lips with his.
They lay together, still joined, while Buffy felt her heartbeat begin to return to normal. She turned her head to look at him, his glorious eyes finally shut. She felt a rumbling begin deep in his chest, a gentle sound that seemed filled with contentment. *He’s purring,* she thought lazily. *Just a big kitty, he is.* She closed her eyes and shivered as her orgasm gave her a few aftershocks. *Just like the San Andreas fault in there,* she thought amusedly. Spike looked at her and grinned in his cocky way that she had thought she found irritating, but was actually sexy as hell. "I AM good," he smirked.
Instead of cuffing him, she nodded. "Actually, you’re better than good. You’re the best. No-one hver ver made me feel the things that you make me feel. I don’t want to know how you learned to do the stuff that you do, but I’m glad of it."
He smiled. "Only with you, sweetheart," he said, the endearment making her blush. "Only with you, only for you. I belong to you. I always have. Even when I didn’t know it, you owned my heart. I live for you, I would happily die for you. You make me want to be a better man, love."
Buffy felt tears in her eyes again. *I’m sure weepy girl today,* she thought. "Spike," she whispered, "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for how I’ve treated you, and I’m sorry I denied my feelings for you for so long. I belong to you, too. We’ve always belonged together. There was something there the first moment that I saw you. I just couldn’t let myself feel it. Can you ever forgive me for all I’ve done?"
"Buffy, my love," he replied seriously. "There is nothing to forgive. We both have things in our past, we can’t change that. All I can see now is a future together, loving each other. This feels so right that it’s scary. It somehow feels fated. Do you know what I mean?"
She nodded. "I’ve been feeling that too. This feels so right and familiar, as if I’m finally on the path I’ve been meant to take. I’m so glad that I love you, Spike."
He laughed. "Me too, love, cause if you didn’t, what I’m about to do wouldn’t be as much fun." She felt him impossibly stiffening inside her. "Again? So soon? That’s pretty good for an old guy," she smiled. He grinned as he slid his length out of her, and then slammed it back in, making her gasp. "Old guy, huh? The older the violin, the sweeter the music. Do you wanna dance, Slayer?" "Oh, yes," she panted. "I want to dance, and dance, and dance,………."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Afterwards, they lay entwined, limbs draped about each other. The lack of contact was like a physical shock to both of them when Buffy had to get up to answer the door. Slipping on a hotel robe, she called "Just a second." She opened the door to reveal JB standing there in the late afternoon sunlight. "C’mon in, JB," she said, unembarrassed by the obviousness of the situation. As JB stepped into the room, Spike sat up in bed. She heard him begin to growl, as he looked at JB and growled out "You! What are you doing here?"
JB sighed. "I guess I have some explaining to do," he said.
TBC
Next chapter – finally some explanations about JB. If you’re read this far – thanks for hanging in there. I found out that smut is kinda hard for me to write – please review if you’re so inclined – it just took forever for this chapter. Hopefully the next one will be quicker. Loved the end of season six by the way – glad our Spikey has his soul. Buffy had better smarten up and snatch him up quick – I know there’s lots of women who wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers!!! >)
Title: End of Days
Chapter: Chapter Ten – The Bed
Author: Queen Akasha
Rating: NC17 in some chapters
Summary: B/S. Season Seven. Now that they’re all squeaky clean …….
Feedback: I’d love it!!!! This site or e-mail me at Queen_Akasha@telus.net
Disclaimer: Joss? You own all (bows reverently). You own the whole ‘verse. So, can I just have a little crumb? Just let me have ONE small character. You’ll never miss him. Let Harmony turn Xander, and you can have another Big Bad. Please???
Spoilers: Up to the end of Season Six. This is my fictional season seven, taking into consideratiome ome spoilers for season six.
Distribution: Sure, if you WANNA. Let me know, K? I’ll send you updates. >)
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Spike felt strange – almost disjointed, as if he were in a dream. He loved Buffy with his whole being, and she had just told him that she returned that love. In truth, he HAD dreamed of this moment, waking and sleeping, but apparently he wasn’t prepared for the actuality. It wasn’t a bad feeling – he just felt uneasy, as if this dream come true would have to be paid for before too long. And, he thought, no matter how heavy the price, he would pay. But he thought the coin would be dear.
He had planned for this moment since he had left Sunnydale, if you could plan for an eventuality you thought would never come to pass. The farthest that he had envisioned was seeing Buffy. Being lathered and showered by a naked Buffy was beyond his expectations. He fiercely desired to have her – he just wanted to thrust his cock hard into her wet and willing pussy and fuck her until she screamed for mercy, but this time needed to be special. He needed to begin to be absolved, in some small way, for his treatment of her the last time he had seen her.
Spike smiled down at her, still entwined in his arms. "Buffy," he whispered, "will you please come to bed with me?"
She nodded, her eyes captivated by his. This felt inevitable, like the tides and the turn of the earth. Her whole life, everything, had been leading up to this moment. Whether it was fate, destiny, karma, or just coincidence, her life had been entwined with Spike’s. She couldn’t and wouldn’t deny him any more. No more fighting it. This was just too powerful to dispute. They belonged together.
"I want you," she whispered huskily. He took her hand, stepped out of the shower, and led her into the bedroom.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She relaxed back onto the bed. He lay down beside her, pressing his whole long length of flesh against her. Everything felt surreal, as if it wasn’t really happening. He leaned up on one elbow, pulling his body away. His eyes captured hers, as he bent down to take her lips with his. She couldn’t close her eyes at first – she couldn’t bear to be that separated from him. He kept his eyes open as well, staring deeply into hers. He gently licked the inside of her upper lip and she parted her lips for him. His tongue flicked over the roof of her mouth, as she met it with hers. She finally closed her eyes, as the intensity of his gaze was too much. Kissing him was like drinking him. She inhaled his familiar taste and scent and couldn’t get enough of it. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever, with only their lips and tongues touching.
She had to have more. She craved tou touch. She reached down and clasped his hand, pulling it over her breast. "I want you to touch me, Spike," she panted, pulling her lips briefly away from his. "I need you. I love you."
Hearing her say that phrase that was so new to her vocabulary, Spike felt an unneeded breath hitch in his chest. Tears came to his eyes. *Bloody Poofter!* he thought, but the emotions didn’t feel as bad as they once would have. He kissed his way to her throat, feeling the blood pulse erotically under her skin. He licked the length of her jugular, and she angled her jaw back to give him greater access, making soft sighing noises as she did so. He circled his thumb around her erect nipple, teasingly not touching it. She bucked her hips in frustration. "Please," she panted. "Tell me what you want, Buffy," Spike sighed into her ear, making her shiver. "Please," she gulped, "my breasts. Kiss my breasts." Needing no further encouragement, Spike leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, grazing his blunt teeth over the tip. Buffy moaned as electric voltage shot through her body. Her groin began to pulse and throb in it’s own rhythm and she wanted nothing more than a surcease to this exquisite torture.
But that was not to be. Spike had his own agenda and wouldn’t be hurried, even though his erection was so painful that it was almost uncontrollable. Hntednted to take his time, for Buffy. His pleasure was secondary. He kissed and licked first one, then the other breast. Buffy’s head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, and her fingers clenched convulsively in his hair. Still laving attention on her nipples, he began gently stroking her stomach, stopping just above her nest of curls. Buffy groaned. "Oh, God, Spike, don’t tease. Touch my pussy." He dipped his cool hand down to her moist slit, sliding two fingers inside her burning heat. She bucked uncontrollably as he teased her throbbing clitoris with his thumb. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, pulling out his sopping fingers and licking them off erotically. "Mmm," he sighed, "you taste so sweet. Better than candy." If she’d been aroused before, his actions caused her to go wild, begging him incoherently. All he could make out was a litany of "Spike, please, Spike, please, oh, please, oh Spike."
Still maintaining eye contact, he slid down her body until he was positioned directly over her swollen groin. She watched his eyes as he began licking and sucking her, massaging her clitoris with quick back and forth movements of his tongue, and then stopping to thrust his tongue inside of her for a taste of her juices. Love and lust were displayed on his handsome features as he continued to meet her eye to eye. She again entwined her fingers in his hair, and she felt tingly all over, as if she were hyperventilating. Everything maintained that strange dreamlike quality for both of them, almost as if they were experiencing overpowering deja-vu. She felt his erection pressing against her leg, and managed to choke out "Spike, please, I need you inside of me. Please make love to me."
He slid up until he was positioned between her legs, and slowly, slowly slid his rock hard shaft into her. Inch by inch he filled her until she felt that she could take no more. He remained motionless to let her adjust to his size, and then they began rocking together slowly and gently, kissing again with such passion and love that Buffy felt her heart swell in her chest. They had done this before, they had fucked, had sex, screwed each other silly. But this was the first time that they had made love. They both felt it with an unspoken communication. Buffy saw Spike’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, and knew that the same shine was reflected in hers. Usually Spike talked to heringring sex, erotic, sensual things that spurred her on, but this time he was silent, content to kiss her and gaze into her eyes.
Still gently rocking together, Buffy felt her orgasm build, yet she seemed to stay at the peak for an unbelievable amount of time. The pleasure rose and rose until she could stand it no longer. Spike stiffened as his own orgasm began to overcome him. As she felt the wave of her climax crashing down on her, she whispered, "I love you, Spike." This was enough to send him over the edge, and he thrust into her strongly, arching his back , all the while never taking his eyes from her face. "I love you so much, Buffy," he managed to say before leaning down to take her lips with his.
They lay together, still joined, while Buffy felt her heartbeat begin to return to normal. She turned her head to look at him, his glorious eyes finally shut. She felt a rumbling begin deep in his chest, a gentle sound that seemed filled with contentment. *He’s purring,* she thought lazily. *Just a big kitty, he is.* She closed her eyes and shivered as her orgasm gave her a few aftershocks. *Just like the San Andreas fault in there,* she thought amusedly. Spike looked at her and grinned in his cocky way that she had thought she found irritating, but was actually sexy as hell. "I AM good," he smirked.
Instead of cuffing him, she nodded. "Actually, you’re better than good. You’re the best. No-one hver ver made me feel the things that you make me feel. I don’t want to know how you learned to do the stuff that you do, but I’m glad of it."
He smiled. "Only with you, sweetheart," he said, the endearment making her blush. "Only with you, only for you. I belong to you. I always have. Even when I didn’t know it, you owned my heart. I live for you, I would happily die for you. You make me want to be a better man, love."
Buffy felt tears in her eyes again. *I’m sure weepy girl today,* she thought. "Spike," she whispered, "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for how I’ve treated you, and I’m sorry I denied my feelings for you for so long. I belong to you, too. We’ve always belonged together. There was something there the first moment that I saw you. I just couldn’t let myself feel it. Can you ever forgive me for all I’ve done?"
"Buffy, my love," he replied seriously. "There is nothing to forgive. We both have things in our past, we can’t change that. All I can see now is a future together, loving each other. This feels so right that it’s scary. It somehow feels fated. Do you know what I mean?"
She nodded. "I’ve been feeling that too. This feels so right and familiar, as if I’m finally on the path I’ve been meant to take. I’m so glad that I love you, Spike."
He laughed. "Me too, love, cause if you didn’t, what I’m about to do wouldn’t be as much fun." She felt him impossibly stiffening inside her. "Again? So soon? That’s pretty good for an old guy," she smiled. He grinned as he slid his length out of her, and then slammed it back in, making her gasp. "Old guy, huh? The older the violin, the sweeter the music. Do you wanna dance, Slayer?" "Oh, yes," she panted. "I want to dance, and dance, and dance,………."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Afterwards, they lay entwined, limbs draped about each other. The lack of contact was like a physical shock to both of them when Buffy had to get up to answer the door. Slipping on a hotel robe, she called "Just a second." She opened the door to reveal JB standing there in the late afternoon sunlight. "C’mon in, JB," she said, unembarrassed by the obviousness of the situation. As JB stepped into the room, Spike sat up in bed. She heard him begin to growl, as he looked at JB and growled out "You! What are you doing here?"
JB sighed. "I guess I have some explaining to do," he said.
TBC
Next chapter – finally some explanations about JB. If you’re read this far – thanks for hanging in there. I found out that smut is kinda hard for me to write – please review if you’re so inclined – it just took forever for this chapter. Hopefully the next one will be quicker. Loved the end of season six by the way – glad our Spikey has his soul. Buffy had better smarten up and snatch him up quick – I know there’s lots of women who wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers!!! >)