Future Written in Blood ((Complete))

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Chapter 12, What Round are We On?:


After the tremors stopped and Buffy felt like she was finally coming back to earth, her knees buckled and she did nearly fall. Spike, however, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the next room. He carefully laid her down on her bed, looking down at her.

Buffy could see his blue eyes glittering behind his black mask. She didn’t need the mask off to know he was wondering what was she going to do next. Is she going to call that first time a lapse of reason, an accident…a mistake? Or was she going to accept him, revel in what they had just done, and jump at a chance for more. She knew he was waiting, letting her decide. Buffy slipped off her mask, so there would be no mistaking how sure she was, and pulled him on to the bed with her. “Round two.”

Having looked down at all of her beauty, Spike needed no further invitation, but instead of lying on the bed with her when she pulled him down, he straddled her thighs. He was learning to love her wrap around shirt, which again was just way too enticing to be left alone. Still untied, the two sides of the shirt had fallen back over her chest when he had laid her down on the bed. Raising an eyebrow at the seductive packaging, Spike gave one of his trademark leers that made Buffy both laugh and squirm in anticipation, “Uh oh, is the big bad after me?”

“Oh, little slayer, the big bad won’t be through with you anytime soon.” With a chuckle, Spike reached out, and using the palm of his hand, he slowly brushed aside the rest of the shirt. Suddenly his smile disappeared, and he again stared for another moment.

Buffy was left to wonder this time. “Uh, hello? … Getting cold here.”

That seemed to snap Spike out of his daze. His blue eyes locked with her hazel ones as he leaned down to kiss her. Just before their lips met, he whispered against hers, “Beautiful, you are just so incredibly beautiful.” This kiss was slow, passionate, and an act of devotion that took Buffy’s breath away.

He pulled back up again to look in her eyes before leaning back down and sucking one erect nipple into his mouth. Buffy would have bucked, but his other hand came down on her other breast, massaging, searching out her other nipple. As soon as she thought she would surely die in ecstasy, his mouth moved back up to her mouth. Once more, this kiss was different - open and needy. His tongue dueled with her own, nipped at the tip of her tongue. His mouth devoured hers, as his hand squeezed her nipple before being replaced by his mouth, and he gently began suckling.

Buffy’s hands wanted to be everywhere at once. They started in his hair, holding him down to her, but soon progressed down. One hand desperately grabbed at his shirt as she felt the sensation of his blunt teeth on her nippl Her Her other hand made its way to his waist, then up under his shirt. Finally, skin. Ah, then he had kissed her again, that devastating kiss. Her hands moved over his skin, feeling, exploring. One hand found a flat nipple that she teased with a fingernail causing Spike to moan and driving him into action.

Working fast, Spike shed his shirt and then began work on Buffy’s skirt. After kissing down her stomach, he slid her skirt down, kissing a path along the way. When the skirt was off, Spike kicked off his boots and pants before joining her again.

As Spike made his way back up Buffy’s body, he made sure that as much of his skin glided across her skin as possible. He found her to be such an elixir, her hot skin rubbing on his cool skin. He made it up to where his mouth could again capture a nipple while his member nudged the curls at the junction at the top of her legs. As naturally as breathing, Buffy opened her legs to accept him, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his penis probing, rubbing her lips and searching for entrance.

When he found the opening, Buffy opened her eyes to look at Spike. With a smile, she put her hands on either side of Spike’s face and brought him to a halt. “Oh, Zorro?”

He wanted her so badly that Spike found it hard to even concentrate on her words.

With a smile on her face, Buffy took off his mask - the last barrier between them, “Ah, Spike, I want to be able to look at you, not some phantom lover.” Then she lifted her hips, accepting Spike into her as he came down hard to meet her.

With Buffy’s arms wrapped tightly around his back and keeping as much contact as possible, Spike began to move in and out. Both moaned deep from within, not wanted it to ever end. As her muscles started to squeeze him with an impending orgasm, Spike put his hands under ass ass and tilted her to get as deep as possible. When he felt her going over the edge, taking him with her, he thrust in as far as he could and road the delicious waves to a climax.


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Knock, knock, knock.

“Huh?” Buffy tried to turn over and go back to sleep but found herself pinned in place. As she tried to think, fleeting images of the previous night started to come back to her. Oh, yeah, she thought with a smile. Round one beenbeen in her bathroom. Ah, the visuals. Round two had taken place in her bed. Then they had gotten hungry, so round three ended up in the kitchen, of course. Buffy had never thought to feed Spike blood again and enjoy it this time. The time she had done it in Giles’ tub had been frustrating and annoying. But last night…

Knock, knock, knock.

Hearing the noise vaguely in the background, the knocking brought Buffy to thinking about round four which took place on the sofa. Mmmm, it had been fabulous but had also resulted with her now pinned down on the sofa.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Who the bloody hell is knocking on the soddin’ door this early in the morning?”

Judging by the sexy English accent, Buffy now knew who was pinning her down. She gave him a brusque shove.

“Umph! Hey, watch it, you silly bint. What’d I do now? I had a perfectly good spot there.”

Buffy looked down at Spike who was now laying on the floor beside the sofa. “Deaf much? And duh! Someone’s at the door.”

Spike started to get back on the sofa. “So, I heard them, and they can bugger off.”

“Urgh!” Buffy gave him another shove. “Naked here. And somebody has to answer the door.”

Spike decided he wasn’t getting anymore sleep. “Like I’m not in my birthday suite also, luv. Well, run off then and put on some knickers on. I’ll get the door.” Spike grabbed a pair of jeans from his bedroom and went to answer the door.


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Clara couldn’t help but laugh, only to herself of course, at the pre-fight meal compared to one in the last dimension. This one was very different. Granted, Buffy still looked a little uncertain as before the meal, but Spike was undoubtedly happy in a testosterone sort of way. That ‘I just got laid’ sort of way as compared to Buffy’s ‘I got laid, which was great, but I’m not sure that I should have done it or enjoyed it’ kinda way.

But having sex must have been good for both of them because their practice before the fight was good, and the actual fight was even better. This was the fourth time Clara had seen them fight seriously, and this by far was the most impressive. One of the locals had been called out first and then Spike.

Without being told, Clara could tell that Spike was glad to hear his name called. He came out practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, with eyes flashing, and mouth taunting. Clara suspected that hst tst toyed with the guy for the first six minutes, and then when the clock began to click down the last minute to the announcement of the new name, it happened. In a blink of an eye or should say the spin of a kick, the opponent was down and out.

Next, Buffy was called, and because the rules required them to fight if called in the ring, they sparred for the seven minutes. Both put on quite an exhibition and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. In fact, Clara was willing to bet that Spike and Buffy had even forgotten the crowd watching them, only caring that the other was in the ring with them. But when the last name was called, Spike, giving her a small bow, waved Buffy on and leaned again a far wall to watch the show.

Contrary to her partner’s playfulness, Buffy did not fool around. She traded a few moves to learn the guys style, and then snuck in a one-two punch combination that landed the guy on his back. Watching what happened next, Clara just had to laugh. Before Buffy could even check and make sure that her opponent was actually out, before the victors could be officially declared, Spike was across the arena. When he got to the slayer, he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and headed out. Clara barely had time to open the door for him, and judging by the hungry look on his face, Clara had no doubt where Spike was headed with his squirming bundle.

And hungry Spike was, but not for blood or food. Spike was starving for a certain slayer. Fighting with her, and then watching her fight had turned him on to the point of bursting. He had grown so hard while watching her fight that last opponent, that he had to fidget in an effort to find a comfortable position in his jeans without adjusting himself with his hand in front of the crowd. But, bloody hell, when she finished, she was his.

Spike had in fact enjoyed Buffy’s feminine squeal when he first picked her up her her token protest on the way back to the suite just added to his desire for her. But he could smell her arousal. He knew otherwise. The slayer wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Finally arriving at their destination, he practically knocked the door down getting into the suite before setting her down. For all her protests, Buffy simply made sure the door would still lock after the blow that it had taken from Spike. Then she turned around and leap on a happily surprised SpikBuffBuffy was already trying to eat him up with her mouth and tongue as her legs locked around his back.

Spike opted for the only room they hadn’t tried out yet, his bedroom, but they only made it to the doorway. Before, as he carried her toward the bedroom, he hadn’t known if he was going to get hit or what, but he liked the “or what” in this case. Now he was wondering when or if she would come up for air. When she did, he tried to get some business taken care of. “Buffy, I need you to let go a sec so we can get some of the clothes ofuv.”uv.”

Panting, Buffy gave him a sly, sexy smile as she licked her lips, “Spike, think creatively.” And then she went on a second frontal assault of Spike’s mouth and kept her legs locked around him.

Creative, huh? Spike thought. Now that he could do and there was no way he was going to put down this wonderful spitfire in his arms. Hell, the way she was grinding her crotch on his erection was pretty damn close to getting him off as it was.

So while still kissing the slayer, Spike shucked off his boots, freed up one of his hands to undo his belt, and then hip juggled and wiggled around his hard on to get his pants off. The shirt would have to just wait until later. Now for Buffy, he thought briefly for a logical plan but hormones took over. He broke their kiss long enough to hike Buffy up over his shoulder again, and then pulled her pants and thong off. Well, mostly ripped them away. Using the door to brace himself, he brought her back down over his shoulder, bringing Buffy’s mouth back on his own. When her legs were wrapped back around his waist, he lowered her the last few inches, lowering her down onto his erection.

When Buffy felt Spike’s member fill her, she threw her head back in ecstasy. “Oh, God, Spike. Yes, you feel so wonderful.”

Watching her face, the look of joy, was well worth the creative clothes juggling. “And you, Buffy, are so beautiful.” Then he attacked her exposed neck, kissing, nipping, punctuating the rhythm he had set, continuing to drive both of them wild.

When she felt her own orgasm coming, Buffy began nipping and biting on Spike’s neck in return, which turned him on even more. So when Buffy’s muscles started to contract with her orgasm, squeezing Spike’s already swelling cock, it swiftly brought him toward his own climax. As they both reached their peak, Spike’s legs gave way causing them to fall over onto the near by bed.

Now sitting on Spike, still intimately connected, Buffy’s first coherent thought was, “wow.”

Spikilediled, “I’ll take that wow and raise you two.” He ran his hands up her sides to fondle her breast before pulling her shirt off over her head.

“Wow.” Buffy was still stuck on the wows. “Wow”

Now Spike was laughing. He tugged her down for a kiss and then pulled back slightly so that they were nose to nose. “Is that a good wow or a bad wow?”

Coming out of her daze, Buffy rolled her hips a couple of time while she pretended to be thinking but really just enjoying Spike’s moans, she slowly smiled, “Definitely of the good.”

Spike felt his semi-erection harden with her every move. “How about another ‘wow,’ luv?”

Buffy began to work on getting Spike’s shirt off without getting off him. “Definitely of the good.”


TBC

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