The Missing Scenes

Ch. 12

Spike woke with some confusion. For a second he thought he felt himself breathing but realized it was the steady rhythm of Buffy's breath that he felt. Rising and falling above him as she slept within his arms. Part of him couldn't believe what had happened last night. He felt incredibly alive.

For the first time since he was chipped he was able to fight back. Not just with a stupid bleedin' demon but with Buffy! With a human // the slayer! //. The fight itself was incredibly erotic for him. He felt almost like his old self. The Big Bad was back!

And then in the midst of the fight she had thrown him. She had him pinned to a wall and he closed his eyes to prepare himself for the bl But But it had never come. Instead he felt her lips crush to his and her hand reach down to cup his crotch. And that was the beginning of another night with Buffy.

He felt her stir in his arms and he reached down to plant a chaste kiss on the top of her head. "Mornin' luv" he murmured softly.

Buffy's eyes popped open at the feel of his lips on her. She was still a little dazed as she took in their surroundings. Slowly the events of last night began to replay themselves in her head. Unconsciously she snuggled closer to him and murmured a quiet "Mmmm". Spike was tracing lazy circles on her back and she felt his laziness take her over. Actually it felt more like a slow and steady cover of contentment. And she realized that this was the first time since, well, since she was forced back, that she had felt anything besides a kind of numbness.

She remembered the shock she had felt with the first blow. The chip! What had happened to the chip? And then his explanation, she had somehow come back wrong? There was the numbness again. She buried it when she realized that she was in danger of losing her life, again. Her slayer instincts took over and they were fighting. She remembered all the fights they had had before. The incredible rush it would give her every time they were trading punches.

He was good, in a strictly bad sort of sense. She had never been able to beat him before. And it gave her a kind of dangerous thrill that it seemed that he was back to his old self. She felt her heart rate climbing and the heat rushing through her body at the thought. Again she let her instincts take over. She was on him and pressing her lips to his. At first contact she felt her whole body humming. She moaned trying to release some of the energy that was building within her. He made her feel so...so alive.

And now it was morning. She looked around the building suddenly realizing that there was rubble scattered everywhere. // Rubble? // "Spike? When did the building fall down?"

She felt him chuckle beneath her before answering. "Dunno luv. I think we were both a bit too busy last night to notice." He said before dropping down to nibble on her ear.

"Mmmmm. Spike. Stop." Morning. She had to remember it was morning. // Dawn! // Dawn must be worried sick about her.

"Stop what?" He whispered as he moved down to the nape of her neck. He loved the taste of her there. The way it made her shiver. He knew a piece of her was always wondering what he wanted when he kissed and licked so close to her jugular.

"Spike..mmm...I have to get home. Dawn."

"Come on luv. She probably thinks you're just out taking care of a bit 'o trouble. The witch will watch after her." His hands had stopped their lazy dance on her back and were moving down to cup her bottom. He ground their hips together causing her to groan above him.

God! How did he do that to her. She couldn't think straight with him making her all groany Buffy. "No Spike! Dawn'll be worried..." Her hands had begun roaming over his chest. Feeling the muscles there and kneading them with her knuckles.

Ungh. If he had to breathe she would of knocked it all out of him with what her hands were doing. "Pet. Stay. For just a little while. You know I'm stuck now. The sun's up."

He had rolled her over now and she lay beneath him. Suddenly she felt his cold touch on her center and she cried out. "Okay! Okay. Just for a little while." She was writhing beneath him now. Thrusting toward his cool hand.

He continued his slow torture. Watching the way she moved, loving the sight of her groaning // for him! //. He bent down to kiss the underside of her breast and felt her hands move to entangle themselves in his hair. She directed him toward her peak and he complied.

As he took her into his cool mouth he heard her cry out his name. "Spike!" And felt her walls shudder around the fingers he had pressed within her. He continued to suckle at her breast. Her hands left his hair and took hold of his arm, bringing his hand up to her awaiting mouth she took each finger in slowly. Tasting her own juices mixed in with the unique salty taste of Spike's skin.

Spike stopped what he was doing to watch her. The sight was so erotic. He couldn't think beyond the feel of her soft tongue and hot mouth surrounding his cold digits. Unconsciously his other hand slid down and enclosed his hard cock. He began pumping and thrusting at the sight before him.

He realized that he was coming close to the edge. He pulled away from her and she mewled in displeasure. But when she felt him positioning himself above her she opened her eyes to watch him sink into her. The contrast between her heat and his coolness was an incredible feeling for both of them.

As they began to rock together Buffy could feel a second orgasm building. Spike was pumping faster now and she encouraged him by groaning out "Yes...Spike...Oooh...Please!" She felt him begin to spasm within her. His seed shooting out to coat the walls surrounding him.

He continued to thrust into her until he felt her orgasm explode as well. She shuddered beneath him and thrust upward. Holding him to her until her breathing slowed and she could think again. He kissed her tenderly as he pulled out of her.

He lay within her arms watching her breathe in slowly. Her eyes were closed and he nuzzled her neck with his lips murmuring the first thoughts that came to him. "I knew that the only thing better than killing a slayer would be f-"

She had thrown him off her with a violence that was born of anger. "Is that what this is all about? Just wanted to see what it was like to have a slayer? God! How could I be so stupid?!"

She was searching the rubble for her clothes finding all but one boot. As she lifted each rock in her search she tossed it behind her hoping to hit him as a bonus.

"Buffy! No wait! I didn't mean - " Spike reached out to her. Trying to stop her from leaving.

"Stay! Away! From me!" She shoved him forcefully back before heading out into the bright sunlight.