The Winning Hand

Chapter 13 - Pillow Talk

Buffy woke slowly, her eyes fluttering open and her mouth breathing
out a small sigh of contentment. Turning she snuggled closer to Will.
When he shifted to move away from her, she tightened her grip on
him. "Where are you going?"

Spike leaned down and planted a firm kiss on the top of Buffy'shead.
"I don't want to crush you. You're so small." He realized when he
awoke that he was more than half on top of her.

"I'm not that small! I can take you in a fair fight any day mister!" Buffy
teased, keeping her arms wrapped around him.

Spike chuckled, shifting without losing contact, just enough to take
most of his weight off her. "I don't doubt that luv. Not after what I saw
yesterday." This time he kissed her more intimately, their lips gently
swiping across each other. "My mum said you gave her a
demonstration. Are you going to show me what else you can do?"

"If you like." Buffy answered, tur so so that she could grin up at him.

For a moment they just looked at each other. Buffy could feel her
heart beating in her chest. Slowly she brought her hand up to cup his
cheek, and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips. When
she pulled away, her eyes were downcast, and her cheeks were rosy.
"C-can I ask you something?" She cursed her stutter.

Spike's eyes narrowed into wary slits. He knew what she was going
to ask, and wasn't ready for the question. How was he to know where
this was leading, when he couldn't even pinpoint his own feelings?
"Question?"

Buffy continued to look away, anywhere but at Will. "Uhm..." She bit
her bottom lip and chewed roughly. "I know this is probably cliché,
and you probably think I'm silly...but I just have to know." Now she
did look up to meet his gaze, but her face was still flushed and her
lashes fluttered.

"Was it...I...was I okay?"
ke fke felt a twisting in his chest as he drew her near. "Buffy, luv." He
held her there in his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder while
he gathered his words. How could she not know? "You were
wonderful. It was beautiful. Thank you for letting me be your first."

'My first. My only.' Buffy thought, but knew Will didn't want to hear
those words from her just yet. She sighed and burrowed deeper into
his arms. It had been wonderful. At least for her, although it could
have something to do with the fact that she'd already fallen in love
with him. She'd known it that day in her room, when he'd come up to
apologize and ended up kissing her breathless.

"Thank you, Will; for making it so special. I can't even describe how I
felt, how *you* made me feel. I thought I could." She turned slightly
to place a kiss on his chest. "I thought I'd be able to remember every
detail, every step. But I can't. Everything's jumbled. I couldn't think
last night; I could only feel. I felt you, and you swept me away." She
sighed again, the puff of air tickling Spike's cool skin.

"I'm glad luv. That's as it should be." Spike's hands began a leisurely
journey up and down Buffy's spine, making her skin tingle.

"Hmmm?" Buffy tried to pay attention.

Spike's mouth descended to play with the short hairs at the nape of
her neck. His tongue peeking out to taste here and there.

"I can't think when you do that." Buffy complained.

"Thinking is overrated luv." Spike answered without pausing his
ministrations. He thrust his hips forward, letting her know what her
earlier speech had wrought.

She groaned at the feeling of his hardness against her, and echoed it
with her own moist reaction. Spike's hand reached down to
encounter wet heat, his throat emitting a low growl. "So ready for me
luv." He slatheredn mon mouthed kisses up and down her throat. He
reversed their positions so that she was beneath him his erection
nestled comfortably in the vee of her legs.

At the touch of their groins together, Buffy arched up searching for
more contact. Her breasts only inches from Spike's lips, he tasted
her. Illiciting a strangled groan when his mouth wrapped around her
hard nipple, he laved the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Unable to
control himself, he bit down then drew the tip of his tongue over the
captured nub.

Buffy moaned her hands coming around to cup Will's bottom. She
pulled him forward, with a whispered plea. "Will, now. Please!"

He entered her, the heat wrapping itself around his turgid flesh. He
buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent and tasting the thin
sheen of sweat covering her skin. They moved together, until he felt
her reach her peak. Her walls fluttering around him. "Buffy!" The
name was ripped from him. And then he was following her into
oblivion.

***

Buffy closed the door behind Will, as he stepped out to return to his
own suite. They would be seeing each other again in only a few short
hours having made plans for dinner and a night out.

Dazed, she sat on the small couch in the main room, her eyes darting
around unfocused. They had made love. Will had made love with
her. And for her it was love, but what of him? She knew that he
enjoyed sleeping with her. But was that all it was to him?

A determined look swept across Buffy's face, unbeknownst to an
unsuspecting Will. And so what if it was only sex to him? He cared
for her, at least a little. And maybe, if she played her cards right she
could change that. Maybe it wasn't too much to hope that he could
love her one day. It was a gamble she knew. One with a large stake.
But what the hell? She was on a winning streak.