Life Serial Revisited

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Chapter 11: So Much for Slow and Easy
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So, am I going to...get naked with Spike? I am, aren’t I? Holy moley. This is huge. Huge, I say. Speaking of huge, damn. How does he fit that in those jeans? I grind against him one more time to confirm. Hello, he is very happy to see me! And yeah, I’m pretty darn happy to see him, too.

Between kisses, he is trying to talk. “Mm. Buffy. Oh Buffy. Buffy! Wait.” What? Waiting? There is no waiting. This is an express lane, no waiting.

I bite his bottom lip, dragging it slowly through my teeth before releasing it. “Wait for what?” I slip one hand between us, grazing his straining erection through his pants. He doesn’t feel like he needs to wait. Or wants to, for that matter. His sharp intake of breath tells me he agrees.

“Over...over there. We can...” Hm. I wonder why he can’t talk so good. Maybe my mouth on his neck? Might be distracting.

I stop, for just a second, and look into his eyes. “Yes?”

Breathing hard, he answers. “Let’s just head over there. Okay, luv?” I glance where he is looking, see a big tree overhanging the beach.

I push my bottom lip out a little bit. “Don’t wanna wait.”

He sits up, pushes my hair behind my shoulders gently as I straddle him. “Buffy, luv, I don’t want our first time to be down here in the bushes.”

Oh my god. Fucking drop dead sexy AND romantic. I could eat him up. And I will. Over there.

I stand up and I see this weird flicker of what I think is fear in his eyes. Damn, did I do that to him? I stick my hand out to him and give him a little smile, happy to see that flicker turn back into flame. His hand slips into mine and he is on his feet, pressed hard against me in a flash. In the next moment, we are moving, my feet nearly off the ground. Damn, if he moved this quick when we were fighting, he might have done me in years ago.

Under the shade of the tree, the moonlight dapples through the leaves and I realize why he wanted to be here. It’s beautiful. Ooh. Hands. Oh, and lips. Spike comes up behind me, his fingers running up my spine, his lips dancing across my neck. He’s gone so quiet, so gentle. I hardly knew there was a part of him like this. I hardly knew because I didn’t want to. Before. Now, a whole ‘nother story.


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She cannot possibly know what she is doing to me. Top to toe, all I want to do is grab her and not let go. Not ever. Yeah, don’t say that out loud, mate. That would send her running pretty fast. Can’t believe I was able to hold back over thebut but there is no bloody way we are going to make this into something secret and sordid. I soddin’ love her. Love her and can’t stand to see her sad and hurting. If I can help, I’m going to do it. This spot here is better. Beautiful, even. Maybe it’s not as good as some soft bed but it’s ours. Our time. Out here in the dark, the night. Where we both live, thrive. No interruptions, no bloody Scoobies, no worries. Just Buffy. Me and Buffy. I can feel her eyes on me. God, I want her.

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He moves away. Hey! Oh. I turn to see he is spreading out his duster on the ground, smoothing it down on the sand. He stands up and faces me and I bite my lip. God. This man. Spike. He is steady and careful...and loving. There is much to him no one else knows. Maybe that’s why I keep him to myself? Why I seek him? Something of my own. I’ve come to realize, a bit late, that all the things he does for me are coming from this deep love. It’s all right there if you look. In his eyes, in the way he cares for me, protects me, listens to me. The way he waited for me, though he didn’t know I was coming back to life. I’ve fallen silent and still, too, and it is like I am really alive again. My senses sharpen to a razor edge. The salt air burns my nose. The breeze moving the branches tickles my skin. The murmur of the ocean fills my ears. The harsh edges of my new life don’t cut me around him. It feels like living again to want someone and have them want me. So damn much. Before I can hit the Buffy edit button, I blurt it out, voice soft. “Spike, you make me feel alive again.” I shake my head. “Sorry, that came out kind of sappy, but I feel - ” My voice fails me. Since when did my emotions come gushing out like this? Is it the eyes? The way they search mine? The way his hands twitch to touch me?

He quiets me, as he has been doing so much lately. Quiets the competing voices and harsh realities in my head. “It’s okay, pet. You do the same for me.” He smiles as I take in what he is saying. Whoa. I make him feel alive? That is...wow.

He steps closer, into my space. A hand comes up slowly and grazes my cheek. His voice is just a low rumble, deep and thick. “I’ll just ask once more, luv. Are you sure?” With those eyes, I’m going to say no? And I want it. Oh god, I want it. It may have taken a bottle or more of whiskey to loosen me to the point I could admit it, but it’s been there. Buried under worry and questions and...that’s out the window. I’ve got a man who loves me, standing right here.

“Very sure. Sure as...I’m sure.” I smile. I can’t even pun, I feel so overwhelmed. My throat tight. Right as I finish speaking, he moves in fast, mouth to mine, hands on my cheeks. OH. Another knee-wobbling one.

Time swings from slow motion to fast forward in the blink of an eye. Spike’s hands are inside my shirt, pushing, pushing. I reluctantly break our kiss so it can go over my head. I grab at his t-shirt, desperate to see him. To trace the muscles I’ve been groping all night. He whips the shirt off and throws it down and I take a sharp breath. His skin glows blue silver in the moonlight, smooth and hard and oh my. I drag my fingers down the hills and valleys of his chest, letting the nails catch every few inches. He tenses his body and I watch with satisfaction as his muscles twitch and shift. A man should not be so beautiful. His hand slides under one bra strap, pushing it down my arm, his mouth following, licking a trail from my neck to my shoulder and down. My nipples go tight and my fingers tense against him, nails digging in briefly. My whole body feels like it is covered with an elec fic field, humming. Little zaps whenever he breaks through it.

A hand on my back lightly and my bra is coming off. Damn, he is good with his hands. Very good. I shiver as my bare torso meets the night air and feel goosebumps cover my exposed skin. Spike rubs his hands up and down my arms.

“Cold, pet?” He catches his bottom lip in his teeth and I want to drop him to the ground with a kicky Slayer move. I don’t think that would be very romantic, though. I can’t take much more waiting and looking. I need to touch him. Lots.

“No, I’m good.” I inch a little closer, trying to eliminate those last pesky inches between us. I know his skin is going to feel as good as it looks against mine.

“Better than good. Perfect.”

Okay, officially turning into big girly puddle at this point. One hand moves up to trail down my cheek, neck, my chest. So light, so soft. I shiver again, but it has nothing to do with being cold. More like hot. Getting very warm out here, I’d say. “Not so bad yourself.” That’s it. I can’t take slow and gentle anymore. He wants to take it slow, but I just flat out want it. Want him. And oh, right about now. “Spike?”

“Yes, luv?” I answer with a biting kiss and finally, god, finally get my body up against his. The hard planes of his chest, cool to the touch, crush my breasts. And it’s good.

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Jesus fucking Christ. I’m done. So much for slow and easy. Slayer is a vixen. Who knew it? Well, I hoped for it, but I didn’t know it. Her body is so bleedin’ soft and taut all at once. Sun-kissed, can tell that even in the moonlight. She nearly damn glows out here, radiant skin and eyes and hair. And the way she is looking at me. Swear I felt my heart move. Know I felt something else move. Maybe we could do slow and easy the next time? ‘Cause there better damn well be a next time. I’m not planning on letting her go, that’s for soddin’ certain.

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Yeah, it’s time for the sweeping kick. Gotta get him to the ground soon. I break from his lips with a breath and lock into his eyes, dark and deep in the night air. “Maybe we could try for easy listening, soft and gentle on our second time?” I grin my most evil grin as my hands go for his jeans, unfastening them quickly. My hand slides in, and finds his cock hard and oh, what a surprise, no underwear. He jumps on contact and then I see that twinkle in his eyes that always gets my panties in a twist.

Cocks his head to the side and looks down at me. I think he agrees with my idea. “Second time, eh?”

I nod. Then, a blur of skin and platinum hair. Okay, what the...?! I’m the freakin’ Slayer and somehow in the space of seconds, I find myself flat on the ground with a vampire hovering over me. Again, if he just put his mind to it like tonight, he could have had me for a snack two years ago! So wicked fast. I wiggle a little, figuring out the cool sensation - oh, it’s the leather. I’m on his duster. Nice. Spike leans over me, his tongue curled around his front teeth as his hand quickly trails down my chest to my jeans. I let my eyes close for a second, starting when his lips come down on minSoftSoft at first, but firm, forceful. There’s my Spike. Now that I know he can kiss like this, I crave it. I press up into him, my tongue coming out to meet his, deeper and deeper. Somewhere down below, I feel him working my jeans off. Again with the nimble. Doesn’t miss a beat. Breaks the kiss long enough to completely whisk them off along with the previously mentioned panties and I know my whole body is bare to him. And I like it. So much for modesty. I squirm a little, wanting him on me, his hands moving over me. Faster, I say! And as usual, he reads my mind. His kisses move off my lips to my neck, my collarbone and then oh oh OH. Takes one nipple between his teeth and teases it with his tongue. My back arches off the ground and a moan rolls out of me. At the same moment, his fingers dip between my legs and I feel them slide into me, one, then two. I’m so damn wet. I bite my lip, the moan growing in volume. I’m going to come right here and he’s not even naked yet. Totally unfair.

Hells bells, I am the Slayer, after all. I cock my leg around his waist and twist. Hard. Yah! Before the poor boy knows what hit him, I’m on top. I pull up a bit, though I really want to ride his hand into oblivion. First, the jeans. Spike gasps, recovering from our little spin and I hear the low chuckle that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. A soft voice, just audible above the sound of the waves rolls to me. “That’s my Buffy.”

And ooh, I think I am. I think I am his Buffy. With that thought pinging around in my head, I finally get those jeans completely undone and make quick work of them. Ah. And good goddamn. Quite a specimen. Maybe that Spike nickname came from something other than his love of railroad spikes. I can just about hear his ego inflating as I give him the once and twice-over. Before he can say something sassy, I slide up his body, covering him with me. His hand is on my breast, kneading the flesh and it makes my hips twitch in anticipation.

I lick my lips as I quickly drop down, giving the tip of his cock a little lick. Just a taste. Mm. Every muscle in his tight body contracts and again, the voice surges to me. “Bloody hell, woman. Come here.”

I can do that. His hands on my cheeks as Spike pulls me to him, face to face. Not touching, just looking. I feel his erection brush against my stomach. With a quick adjustment of my hips, I can feel him. Just there. On the verge. I pause, meeting his eyes. The moonlight catches them and I know it’s right. This is it. The moment this whole night has been building towards. His hands move from my face to my hips as I take him in, slowly sinking down. Oh. Yes, big as it looks. I take a deep breath as his cock moves into me, slow and steady. Halfway down, I get, um, impatient and just go all the way home. We both gasp and freeze as our bodies completely join. Eyes locked in, I see Spike recover, the spark in his eyes making my mouth go dry.

I can’t believe I waited this long for something that feels this good. It can’t get er. er.

That is, until he starts to move.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay on this update! Reviews are always appreciated. :) Tiana