The Winning Hand

Chapter 12 - Giving In (R)

Spike lead Buffy into the suite with his hand at the small of her back.
The door snicked shut behind them, the sound echoing through the
silent room. Buffy hadn'tken ken a word since they'd gotten into the
elevator; Spike waited.

Buffy stood in the middle of the room her arms hugging her waist.
She was still shivering, though she tried hard to mask her reaction.
She knew Will wouldn't leave her until he knew she was back under
control. But she couldn't face him now. Her emotions were too raw.
She was too vulnerable. So instead she walked toward the wall of
windows and looked down onto the Vegas night.

"Thank you for walking me up. You don't have to stay."

Spike was beside her in a moment, his hands coming up to rub up
and down her arms. "You're still trembling."

Buffy continued to stare out the window, willing herself not to react to
his touch. "It's just the shock wearing off. A reaction to the fear."

"Why did you go down alone if you were afraid?"

"I had t
"
"You didn't have to do it alone."

"Yes. I did." Buffy turned toward him now, unwilling, or unable to
resist the pull any longer. "I had to know that I could do it on my own.
That I could face him once and for all."

They stood together for a silent moment. Each trying to read the
other, their eyes boring into one another. Buffy looked away first. "I
have to admit though...whenelt elt you walk up behind me, I knew."
She looked up once more into Will's steely blue eyes. "I knew that
everything would be okay."

Spike's heart was thundering in his chest. He could feel his blood
pumping furiously through his body. The knowledge that Buffy felt
safe because of him thrilled him more than he cared to admit.
Leaning forward he placed a light kiss on the crown of her head. She
sighed and gave in to the need to enter his embrace.

After a few minutes, Buffy pulled away enough to look into Will's face
once more. "Angel thought we we're lovers."

"Buffy, luv. I'm so - " Buffy placed a slim finger on his lips to stall his
apology.

"I'm glad." Her finger traced the outline of his mouth before she
removed it. She gave him a soft smile before continuing. "He must
be furious. I never let him touch me." Buffy blushed at having
reminded Will of her own inexperience.

Before she could look away Spike cupped Buffy's face in both his
hands. "I'm glad luv." Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to
hers.

Spike reeled as the constant ache he'd been carrying around burst
into flame. Without conscious thought he changed the angle of their
mouths and deepened the kiss. His tongue leapt forward to explore
her mouth once more, stopping to memorize every spot that caused
Buffy to moan or sigh in pleasure.

While his mouth was busy with hers, his hands came up to roam
across Buffy's body. He studied the curve of her back, before letting
himself experience her feminine contours. His fingers danced lightly
over the front of her cotton shirt, until they reached the hard nubs that
tipped her breasts. Rubbing the cotton roughly against her sensitized
peaks, Spike's own body throbbed in response when Buffy let out a
deep husky groan.

It was going too far, too fast. Spike berated himselr ler letting things
get out of control once again. He tried to pull away, willed himself to
distance their bodies. But Buffy's hands came up to wrap themselves
around him, and he was lost.

"Please..." Buffy murmured. "Will please. Touch me." She knew he
wanted to pull away. To leave her aching and wanting and alone.

"Buffy." Her name was a groan; he buried his nose in her hair and
drank deep of her scent. "Touching won't be enough." trietried to
warn her.

"I don't care. You can have it all." She drew him close, letting her lips
linger just a breath away from his. "Make love with me."

The request was more than Spike could take. He was already
painfully hard, and to hear his own need reflected back at him was
too much. He crushed his mouth to hers, and lifted her into his arms.
Hurriedly he carried her to the bed and placed her gently on the silk
sheets. When he stood to divest himself of his clothing he took a
moment to study the woman lying in wait for him.

She was beautiful. He hadn't bothered to turn the lamp light on, but
the moonlight spilling through the window framed her in an
incandescent glow. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were dark
with passion. But that wasn't all that Spike saw. He saw the
vulnerability, and the slight taint of fear. This would be her first. He
would be her first.

"I won't hurt you."

"I know." She had undressed slowly, while he watched. Her creamy
skin revealed inch by inch to his hungry eyes. She was nervous, but
her body trembled from passion not anxiety. She wanted to feel him.
She wanted to study his body with her hands, and let his explore her
own.

For a moment Spike found himself unable to move. Buffy lay on the
bed, her hair framing her pixie face, swathed in only the thin fabric of
lace that covered her womanhood.s brs breath caught at the look of
desire she directed toward him. A look he knew she had never
shared with another.

He crossed to her to sit lightly on the edge of the bed. Slowly, almost
reverently, he let his hands slide over her delicate skin. Delighting
whenever her body arched to meet his soft touch. For the next few
minutes he studied her, filing away each response for their next
lovemaking. For he knew that once he had her, he wouldn't be able
to stop. Spike paused in his heady exploration long enough to lean
forward and kiss her. It had only been a few minutes, but he'd felt like
they hadn't kissed in hours. And he needed it. Needed her again.

Buffy's whole body was on fire. She'd never felt so alive, so full of
energy before. Every touch he gave her had her craving for more.
Every time he drew away she cried out for fear he would not return.
As they kissed, her hands came up to touch him for the first time.
And a wave of pure heat shot through her at the deep n thn that
escaped his lips on contact.

'Slowly. Gently,' Spike had to tell himself. Her responses were
unbearably arousing. She had no barriers, no preconceived ideas of
how she should react. She was pure instinct. Pure wanton need and
desire. And he reveled in it.

"Will. I - oooh!" Words dissolved as she felt him take one impossibly
hard nipple into his mouth. Her body arched off the bed, trying to
capture even more of the incredible sensation. Spike suckled her
until she was mewling. Then, as gently as possible, he bit down.
Taking her sensitive peak between his teeth and pulling. Buffy cried
out as she felt another gush of moist heat spear her between the
legs.

"Easy luv." He gentled her with his hands, and then followed with
sweet kisses up and down her body. Spike wasn't sure if he was
trying to calm her or himself. Her responses were driving him almost
mad with need. He felt his control slipping away.

He let his hands wander until he reached the silky lace she still wore.
He looked up into Buffy's face searching for any signs of fear or
worry. He saw none, but wanted to be sure. "We can still stop luv.
I'll stop if you ask." Buffy's eyes fluttered open, and focused on
Spike's. She felt something in her burst open at the look she saw
there, and at the thought that he would give up thivingving for her
sake. Even when the evidence of his needs was hard and throbbing
against her. Spike watched her with a sinking heart. She hadn't
answered and he was almost afraid that that was answer enough.
But at this point, he wasn't above begging, and so he did. His head
came down to nuzzle her neck. "Please luv." His words were
strained with the need to keep control. "Don't ask."

Buffy's hands came up to frame Will's face, and pull it toward her
own. Sisseissed him, long and thorough and wet. And when they
drew away, she met his gaze with a longing look of her own. "Love
me, Will."

Spike moaned softly in relief, and let his hands continue their earlier
exploration. His finger dipped below the swatch of lace. A growl
erupted from his throat as he encountered her wet center. He barely
controlled the urge to rip the panties off her and plunge himself inside.
Instead he let his fingers touch. Felt her body tense. He built her up
and pushed her over the edge, until she was screaming his name.

"Oh god! Will, I never...I can't...what - Will!" And then she was
falling.

When she swam back up to coherency, Will was there. Kissing her
gently, running cool hands over her hot body. "Okay luv?"

"Okay? I've never felt anything like it!" Buffy graced him with one of
her blinding smiles. Spike felt his heart stop for just a second. And
then he was kissing her again. Again he let his hands wander, this
time he built her up until she was teetering over the edge but refused
to push her over.

"Hold on luv." He whispered just before he pushed himself into her.
She was moaning and arching, and begging when he finally slid
inside her. The pain hit her unawares. It mixed with the pleasure
until she wasn't sure exactly what she was feeling. She only knew
she wanted more.

Spike was in awe. He'd loved many women before, but he'd never
felt like this. This tumbling free fall of desire, of want, of need. Slowly
he began to move. Letting each moan, sigh, and groan guide him.
They thrust together leisurely until neither could take anymore. Spike
increased the pace, wondering at the feeling of Buffy beneath him,
surrounding him. And this time they rushed toward the edge
together, plunging over it with hands held.