Just A Fling

A/N: So sorry that this chapter has taken this long. I just couldn’t find the time to post for the last couple of days. And I have not stop working on Quid Pro Quo. I have just been obsessed with this story. However, I do have a chapter for QPQ that I am going to publish it as soon as I polish it.

Thanks for sticking with me.
Dana

Chapter 11 - Mixed Feelings


As they mounted the stairs, Buffy started to babble. “…And the way you kiss…It’s like you’re consuming me. And endurance…you go way longer than…”

Spike slapped his hand over her mouth, keeping her from saying any other man’s name. He knew that was a possessive move. He reminded himself for the hundredth time that night that he shouldn’t be possessive, but he was. Alright already.

But then he remembered about her injury. When they reached the top of the stairs, he pulled her to a stop. “Listen, pet, how’s your noggin feeling?”

“A little owie.” Buffy shrugged it off and turned back to the suite’s door.

Spike couldn’t believe he was going to be so bloody considerate and think of her welfare. “Oh, balls,” he said under his breath. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

Buffy began tugging at his hand again, and the giggling was back. “Maybe we should.”

Enough said, Spike thought with a smirk. Buffy jerked him into her room, slammed the door shut, and spun on him. Her hands shot up, grasped the duster’s collar, and pulled his head down for a crushing kiss. Their mouths were immediately opened in unison. Then she took the lead and explored all that she possibly could --- the cool inside of his cheeks, along his teeth, and his tongue. In her inebriated state, she couldn’t get enough of the taste of Spike. His coolness and flavor were a delicious elixir.

Spike was surprised when she suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back, but he soon found out why. With slayer speed, she set about stripping him. The duster hit the floor and was soon joined by his shirt and jeans. The only thing he helped with was his boots. Spike was chuckling by the time she shoved him on the bed and then took off her own clothes. If this was what the Slayer was like when she drank, he would make sure that she had a pint in hand every night. But then, of course, he hadn’t had a problem with her willingness so far.

When she finished undressing, Buffy looked at the bed, and her mouth watered. His skin was almost white in the moonlight, and the light and shadows just helped to define his buff muscles. She had seen Angel without his shirt many times, but he had been different. He had been more rounded, not like the sharp lines on Spike, especially the blonde vampire’s sexy cheek bones. Why did it have to be her enemy that made her feel so hot between her thighs? Actually, hot all over. Enough thought and more feel. Buffy leaped on the bed and onto his body. They picked up their kiss where they had left off.

As much as he was enjoying himself, he was guessing that with all she had drunk, she wasn’t long for consciousness and he wanted to bring her again into the darkness she craved before the liquor hit her. He shifted her so that she was lying on top of him, positioning her so that his shaft rubbed the wet lips of her sex. When he slid across for the first time, she pulled back, moaning loudly. For an inexperience chit, she was wonderfully responsive.

If he wanted to take it fast this time, that was fine with Buffy. Tonight, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him fast enough. Bringing her legs up so that she was in a sitting position, she rose up and lowered herself down on his member in one fluid motion. She laughed at Spike’s round, startled eyes. She raked her fingernails over his nipples and smiled when he hissed from the pleasure and pain. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and began riding. She started out slow but quickly moved on from there, and she could tell that her climax was coming fast. Must have been the same for Spike because she could feel him shift down into the mattress every time she lifted up and then met her half way hard. Buffy threw her head back and cried out.

When she looked down again, Spike, who was now in game face, slit his finger with one of his fangs. Buffy watched in fascination as his finger began to bleed. Then he was moving his dripping finger towards her mouth, and it felt like the most natural thing to open her mouth and close it around his bleeding digit. At first she didn’t do anything, just let the blood slowly flow over her tongue. The taste was metallic and unique, but she wasn’t repelled as she expected to be. Instead, it was like the blood was feeding her orgasm, giving her the strength and the ability to ride him harder. Buffy’s climax slammed into her after her first couple of sips.

Spike couldn’t believe how she had taken his finger into her mouth without guidance or encouragement. He had been planning to try to get her to taste some blood, but this had been on the spur of the moment. And she had done it. Actually, with her very first suck, he was lost in a sea of sexual pleasure. He felt like he was heading for a tumble off a bridge. When he felt her muscles contract, he went flying over the edge.

Buffy collapsed next to him on the bed. “I can’t believe that.”

He had a pretty good idea what she was talking about, but he would let her explain. She was awfully talkative with a pint under her belt. “What’s that, luv?”

“That whole blood thingie.” She leaned on her elbow so that she could look down on him. “I hate to say it, really hate to say it, but I enjoyed, ya know, the blood. Dracula’s was gross, but yours is different somehow. So wow, I really do have a dark side.” Her expression shifted to harder, more serious, and she squinted her eyes. There was no way Giles and the gang would ever understand. “If you tell anybody about that, I’ll stake you.”

Laughing, Spike pulled her back down so that her head was on his shoulder. “Who am I going to tell, pet? Soldier boy? The whelp? Your watcher? The witches? No, I think I will keep quiet and stay away from any pointy wood.” He ran his hand along her arm. “What you just did with me is the darkness in you craving life’s blood, craving the power that comes from and with a powerful vampire.” Catching himself caressing of her arm, Spike let his arm fall to the mattress. The caress was too close to cuddling, to affection. Bah! He had no tender feelings for his nemesis.

Not sure what to say and needing time to think about this new revelation, Buffy changed the subject. “When your heart was beating earlier, did it make you want to be human again?”

If he had still been doing it, he would have stopped stroking her after that question. “I don’t know.”

Buffy waited long minutes as she gave Spike time to think, and then instantly regretted her question when he got up to leave. What had she done wrong?

“No, I didn’t.” Spike couldn’t believe this. Not only was he cuddling her after fucking her, but they were having a post sex conversation, the kind couples have when they are sated. Them a couple? NO.

Buffy was talking to his back as he dressed. “Why not?”

He turned back to her and for some strange reason felt compelled to answer truthfully. “If you tell this to any of your chums, I’ll tell about the blood.”

“Deal.” Buffy sat up with a bounce. Secrets could be such fun.

Spike’s body was tense. “I hated who I was when I was human.”

Well, she hadn’t expected that. Her head tilt showed her confusion. “Who were you?”

“Nobody. No, that’s not true. I was worse than nobody.”

Confused, Buffy shook her head. “How can you be worse than nobody?”

Spike started to not answer but did. “Put it this way, luv. Want to know why I am called Spike?”

Huh? She knew this one. “Because you used railroad spikes on your victims.”

“True, but what’s not in those dusty books of the watcher’s is that I was a would-be, worthless poet and that I drove spikes through the heart of everyone that had called me a bloody awful poet. That’s why Peaches always liked to refer to me as William the Bloody so I wouldn’t forget the humiliation.” With that, he left with a bang of the door. He had no desire to watch her laugh, and he didn’t know how he was going to face her the next day.

On her part, Buffy didn’t know what to think. First, when he had mentioned the spikes, she had been reminded that she was going to bed with a vicious and highly successful serial killer. She thanked the Powers That Be for the chip that was in his head. And second, a poet? Hadn’t he been evil when he was human? Angel was before he was turned by Darla. But Spike was a poet and the first word that came to mind was “sensitive.” Then, she remembered that he had a softer side if you bothered to notice. With this deal about the sex, she had expected Spike to be a total ass, constantly ribbing her. But he hadn’t. Instead, he had been a most considerate lover and, just now, she had enjoyed cuddling with him before she had scared him off. She knew that she shouldn’t have enjoyed the affection but, to be truthful, she had. Of course, she had also seen a sweeter side of Spike on other occasions. She had seen how he was with Drusilla and then later with her when Willow had cast the “my will be done” spell. He had been the perfect fiancé. Now with what she had seen and thought about, she didn’t think that his behavior then was all caused by the spell. She just had to admit it. Spike was no longer just Spike the vampire to her, but also a man. Why did she keep thinking of him as a man instead of a vamp? Why was it so hard? Because he was acting like a man, a lover to be exact. Spike had many sides, some of which she enjoyed, and it wasn’t just the sex. Ok, maybe she shouldn’t admit that. Denial Buffy back for duty.

When Spike got back to his room, he leaned against his shut door. He should run out right now and buy some duct tape to forcibly shut his mouth. He had told Buffy that he had once been a poet, a pansy poet at that. He flopped face-first and spread-eagled onto the bed. Well, at least she hadn’t laughed in his face, and he couldn’t hear her laughing through the walls. He thought back to when he was human and when he was first turned. Well, he wasn’t William the Bloody Awful Poet anymore. No. He was Spike, the Slayer of Slayers. And he knew that he could go into the nearby room and kill his third if he wanted. In fact, he could have done it while they had been having sex a few minutes ago. He could, but he would wait, he told himself. That’s it. He’d wait. But what he could do now is hunt. Chip not working equaled the ability to kill again. He had had a temporary lapse of judgment in the alley earlier not killing those three punks, but he was still a master vampire and had killed hundreds. Now he could kill again. He couldn’t put the rest of his clothes on and get out of his room fast enough. The night was his again.

*****

Lying in bed, staring out of the window, Buffy was relieved to hear Spike return to his room. Earlier his door banging had woken her up out of her drunken sleep and let her know he was gone. She had been worrying whether or not he was coming back at all. It wasn’t like anything was keeping him here in order to help her. He didn’t have to keep having sex with her. There was nothing, no binding factor. Why did that make her feel so desolate? But he was back, and her spirit lifted.

Now she could hear him mumbling as he walked thought the suite’s main area. “Just didn’t want to, that’s all…I could have…They were too easy…Bloody hell, I could have done a dozen…just wasn’t in the mood…Next time I’ll…” Buffy missed the rest when he shut his door behind him. He had sounded drunk. Very drunk. And what could he have done? A dozen? The first thing that came to mind was that he was talking about women. Buffy started to get angry, jealous actually if she wanted to honestly recognize the feeling. But then she thought if he was talking about other women, it sounded like he hadn’t been with anyone else. “Could have done a dozen…” Good. So what else could it be? Since he was so drunk, maybe he had been talking about shots or some drinks. Maybe he was thinking about when he had stopped drinking to come back to his room. Who knew? Oh, well. Satisfied he was back, she drifted off to sleep, unaware that she had been thinking more like a girlfriend than an enemy. No wonder she dreamed of white blonde hair and blue eyes that she could get lost in.

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