The Missing Scenes

Ch. 11

Buffy felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingling before she felt the scrape of Spike's fangs. Unconsciously she tilted her head and bared her neck to him. As she felt him sink into her warm flesh she felt a momentary panic yelling out "Spike no!" and trying to push him off of her.

But the moment he punctured his way through her skin her struggles ceased. She felt a rush as her blood flowed through her and into his awaiting mouth, the coolness of his breath tickling her neck. She felt herself shuddering at the sensation.

Soon her hips were grinding into his. And she was moaning.

Spike was drunk. His arousal coupled with the Slayer's blood was a dizzying narcotic. Distantly he heard her shouting, but he was already too far gone to understand what she was trying to say. As he licked at the wound on her neck, he felt her moan and shudder beneath him. Her muscles clamped and squeezed at his already softening member.

Exhausted he collapsed on top of her. He could feel her hot breath on his shoulder and the rise and fall of her chest beneath him. Content and sated his eyes began to droop and his muscles relaxed.

As his back hit the wall his eyes snapped open and he cried out, "Oi! What's this about then?"

Buffy was up and pinning him to the wall with one arm. With the other she wiped at the already healing wound on her neck. "How could you?" she whispered.

She was still in shock at what had happened. Not only had she let Spike make love // NO! It was just sex // to her but she actually allowed him to bite her too!

Spike watched her face as it went from anger to shock to wonderment. He reached out and stroked the arm that held him feeling her relax just a bit. "Luv. I meant to tell you. I just - "

"Shut up Spike!" She slapped him across the face and whirled away. Throwing his clothes at him as she spat out, "Just go!"

"But I just want - "

"I don't care what you want! Go! Before I throw you out myself." Buffy sat on her bed looking away from him trying to figure out what had happened.

Spike was angry now. Pulling on his clothes he climbed out onto the roof. "Bitch!" he called out as he jumped down to the ground.

Buffy sat on her bed crying. She didn't know why she let Spike do those things to her. She didn't understand what made her want him. What made her need him. He was the only thing that made her feel human. And she understood that least of all. How could a demon make her feel human? And she let him bite her! How could he bite her? Did that mean she wanted it? She curled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep. Waking up in the morning tired and sore. She spent the day feeling tense and miserable. Still not having any answers to the questions that had plagued her all night. Trying to loosen up she spent an extra three hours working out at the Magic Box. Running her a total of 5 training hours for the day. Tired, but slightly more relaxed, she headed towards home taking a shortcut to make a stop at the grocery store on the way.

" 'ello Slayer."

"Spike. I'm not in the mood right now." She kept walking.

"Aww...Got a headache luv? No nookie tonight?" He smirked at her as she turned toward him.

"No nookie ever Spike! I don't know why I didn't stake you last night after that bite. I don't even know how you could - "

"I do." Spike's simple statement was followed by a hard punch to Buffy's jaw. Her head flew back and her heart rate doubled as she realized he wasn't on the ground in pain.

"How?" Was all she could get out before he went for another punch. She blocked and spun to the left trying to sweep his feet from underneath him.

"You." *punch* "You're not right." *punch* "Not human." *punch*

Spike's speech was interrupted by a kick to the gut landing him on the ground. Buffy lunged at him. He blocked her with a kick and sent her flying backward through a door. Following her he found her lying on the ground panting. Feeling his victory near he smiled a cocky grin.

Buffy's mind was reeling. What had he said? She wasn't right? She wasn't human? She was dazed, but when she felt him grab her by the arm instinct kicked in. Blocking out the rest she fought him.

They were evenly matched. She had always known that he was a tough opponent. After all she had never been able to beat him before. Though she would never admit that to him. When she punched he kicked, when she kicked he lunged. He had a counter for every move.

Soon they were in a rhythm. Dancing to their own inner music they moved about the house destroying what little was left inside. Buffy's heart was racing and her adrenaline was pumping. She hadn't had a partner // an enemy!!! // like this in a long time. Someone who actually challenged her. Someone who made her feel alive.

Suddenly they weren't fighting anymore. She was pinned to the wall moaning and rubbing up against him. She could feel him through the denim barrier and wanted more. Her hand reached out to unhook his jeans and pull the zipper down as he continued to massage her tongue in his mouth. They moaned together when she was finally able to free him and he entered her.

It was over quickly. Their arousal having been peaked and ready with the first punch. As Buffy's orgasm shot through her she thrust forward causing Spike to lose his balance. They fell through the thin wooden floor and landed on the rubble below.

Spike grunted as Buffy landed on top of him driving his cock deeper into her wetness. He was hard again and began thrusting upward. She was still trying to catch her breath from the fall taking in air in great gasps.

Spike moaned as he watched her. She had way too many clothes on so he decided to rip them off. Her shirt was the first to go. He wanted to be able to see her breasts as she continued to struggle for air. Her nipples were hard and he couldn't resist taking one in his mouth and sucking. Buffy's gasps turned into moans as she began to ride him.

She reached beneath his shirt to feel the muscles of his chest but became impatient. She ripped it in two so that she could see his marble white skin as she moved her hands across him. She felt another orgasm coming on, digging her nails into his flesh she drew blood. A strange desire and curiosity swept through her. She bent forward and licked at the wound she had made just above his left breast.

"Buffy God!" At the sight of her tasting him Spike came. It felt like hours before he came down from his climax. And when he did he found her lying atop him fast asleep.

Exhausted, Spike had enough energy left to reach out and pull his duster on top of them. Rubbing Buffy's back he followed her into unconsciousness.