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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,181
Reviews:
96
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Chapter 13
I missed you all! I posted on my LJ, so go there next time AFF goes down. IF!! I meant IF. Oh, God...
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Chapter 13
Buffy had tears running down her face. She wiped them away and moved back to the other side of the car. “I thought he was going to kill you.”
Spike pulled over to the shoulder and turned to her. ? H? He attacks you and all you think about is me? Christ, love you do beat all. I am sorry that you had to see that. Then again, it looked like I just finished what you started. I’m glad to know that you can defend yourself.”
Buffy started shaking, but not with fear. “If he ever tries to touch me again, I swear to all that is holy I will kick every square inch of his ass. Spike, get me out of here.”
They drove to Spike’s loft, parked, and took the lift to his floor. Buffy was pacing the floor, unsure of how to release the anger building up in her. “I never thought he’d hit me. How stupid am I? Why didn’t I just go with you when you asked me?”
Spike stopped her by holding her hand as she stalked past him for the hundredth time. “Love, you trust people. It’s a good thing. Maybe you would have hated yourself if you left without confronting him. Maybe you would have wondered if you didn’t try enough, didn’t work hard enough. Now you know he’s just a bad man and nothing would have helped.”
His words had the desired effect. She dropped her shoulders and hung her head a little. “I’m just so tired. God, what a day. Started off great... Lately it’s been working the other way around.”
“Not anymore. No more bad days, right? It’s a good thing we found each other, you know?” He tugged heto hto his arms, and held her tightly, her arms around his waist. He sighed into her hair, and kissed it.
She pushed back a little and reached up behind his neck and pulled him to her mouth. Sweet and simply she kissed him, then looked into his deep blue eyes, tears filling hers. “Thank you. For - well, everything.”
Spike felt his chest constrict with the power of his feelings for this lovely, tender woman who evidently had a steel streak in her. He needed eel eel her, urgent to communicate how deeply he cared for her. The passion had been building in her, too, and they grasped at each other, desperate for touch.
Buffy’s hands were pulling up on his T-shirt, her lips only breaking contact when she needed to pull it off completely. Her hands moved over his chest, feeling the hard muscles, touching his taut nipple. Spike closed his eyes briefly, happy to be loved by her. When her tongue traced delicate circles, then sucked it in, he lay his head on hers, face enveloped in her golden hair, his arms trying to draw her closer.
Buffy dragged her nails lightly across the skin of his back causing Spike to hiss through his teeth. He couldn’t stand not having her any longer. He crushed her to his chest, lifting her off her feet, and carried her to the bed. He rested her on the edge, and she moved back, allowing him room to join her. She began to unbutton top top when Spike stopped her. He trailed wet kisses down her neck and began removing her shirt, mouth following fingers.
Buffy closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his soft, hair. With her skin now exposed, Spike sat up on his side and looked at her, delicately tracing the contours of her body with his fingers. He bent to her and softly kissed the bruise marring her perfect face. She felt his tear on her cheek and let her own come.
He wraphis his arms under her and held her tightly, trying to help control the force of her sobs. “Oh, sweetheart, my love... I’m so sorry I let him hurt you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. God, I can’t stand to think of you in pain. My sweet girl...” He was rocking her back and forth in his arms. He felt fear grip his heart at the thought of her ever being hurt again. “Buffy, forgive me for not staying, please tell me you forgive me...”
She held him tighter and cried, “Spike, I can still feel his hands on me. Help me.”
He pulled back to search her tear streaked face, wondering how to help.
“I need to feel you. I need to forget what... I just need to feel you. Help me.” Her hands caressed his face, his own bruises, kissed them gently, then kissed his tears away. “I need you.”
They let their bodies heal their hearts, eyes never leaving each other, hands removing clothes that kept them apart. When Spike entered her, Buffy placed her hand over his heart, eyes heavy lidded with passion for her kind and gentle lover. Spike felt that his chest would burst, that he needed to savagely claim her, that he needed to go as slowly as possible and make this last forever.
When she felt pressure building up, her insides swirling into a crescendo of overwhelming need, she held his face in her hands and cried out as her orgasm struck, “I love you.”
Spike buried his face in her neck, his own pleasure finding release, and with tears in his eyes repeated, “I love you, god I do. I love you.”
Their bodies stilled their movements and still they wouldn’t let go of one another. They smiled through their tears, and held each other murmuring words of love and devotion, until sleep came to help start them on their new life together.
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But what a Ang Angel?
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Chapter 13
Buffy had tears running down her face. She wiped them away and moved back to the other side of the car. “I thought he was going to kill you.”
Spike pulled over to the shoulder and turned to her. ? H? He attacks you and all you think about is me? Christ, love you do beat all. I am sorry that you had to see that. Then again, it looked like I just finished what you started. I’m glad to know that you can defend yourself.”
Buffy started shaking, but not with fear. “If he ever tries to touch me again, I swear to all that is holy I will kick every square inch of his ass. Spike, get me out of here.”
They drove to Spike’s loft, parked, and took the lift to his floor. Buffy was pacing the floor, unsure of how to release the anger building up in her. “I never thought he’d hit me. How stupid am I? Why didn’t I just go with you when you asked me?”
Spike stopped her by holding her hand as she stalked past him for the hundredth time. “Love, you trust people. It’s a good thing. Maybe you would have hated yourself if you left without confronting him. Maybe you would have wondered if you didn’t try enough, didn’t work hard enough. Now you know he’s just a bad man and nothing would have helped.”
His words had the desired effect. She dropped her shoulders and hung her head a little. “I’m just so tired. God, what a day. Started off great... Lately it’s been working the other way around.”
“Not anymore. No more bad days, right? It’s a good thing we found each other, you know?” He tugged heto hto his arms, and held her tightly, her arms around his waist. He sighed into her hair, and kissed it.
She pushed back a little and reached up behind his neck and pulled him to her mouth. Sweet and simply she kissed him, then looked into his deep blue eyes, tears filling hers. “Thank you. For - well, everything.”
Spike felt his chest constrict with the power of his feelings for this lovely, tender woman who evidently had a steel streak in her. He needed eel eel her, urgent to communicate how deeply he cared for her. The passion had been building in her, too, and they grasped at each other, desperate for touch.
Buffy’s hands were pulling up on his T-shirt, her lips only breaking contact when she needed to pull it off completely. Her hands moved over his chest, feeling the hard muscles, touching his taut nipple. Spike closed his eyes briefly, happy to be loved by her. When her tongue traced delicate circles, then sucked it in, he lay his head on hers, face enveloped in her golden hair, his arms trying to draw her closer.
Buffy dragged her nails lightly across the skin of his back causing Spike to hiss through his teeth. He couldn’t stand not having her any longer. He crushed her to his chest, lifting her off her feet, and carried her to the bed. He rested her on the edge, and she moved back, allowing him room to join her. She began to unbutton top top when Spike stopped her. He trailed wet kisses down her neck and began removing her shirt, mouth following fingers.
Buffy closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his soft, hair. With her skin now exposed, Spike sat up on his side and looked at her, delicately tracing the contours of her body with his fingers. He bent to her and softly kissed the bruise marring her perfect face. She felt his tear on her cheek and let her own come.
He wraphis his arms under her and held her tightly, trying to help control the force of her sobs. “Oh, sweetheart, my love... I’m so sorry I let him hurt you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. God, I can’t stand to think of you in pain. My sweet girl...” He was rocking her back and forth in his arms. He felt fear grip his heart at the thought of her ever being hurt again. “Buffy, forgive me for not staying, please tell me you forgive me...”
She held him tighter and cried, “Spike, I can still feel his hands on me. Help me.”
He pulled back to search her tear streaked face, wondering how to help.
“I need to feel you. I need to forget what... I just need to feel you. Help me.” Her hands caressed his face, his own bruises, kissed them gently, then kissed his tears away. “I need you.”
They let their bodies heal their hearts, eyes never leaving each other, hands removing clothes that kept them apart. When Spike entered her, Buffy placed her hand over his heart, eyes heavy lidded with passion for her kind and gentle lover. Spike felt that his chest would burst, that he needed to savagely claim her, that he needed to go as slowly as possible and make this last forever.
When she felt pressure building up, her insides swirling into a crescendo of overwhelming need, she held his face in her hands and cried out as her orgasm struck, “I love you.”
Spike buried his face in her neck, his own pleasure finding release, and with tears in his eyes repeated, “I love you, god I do. I love you.”
Their bodies stilled their movements and still they wouldn’t let go of one another. They smiled through their tears, and held each other murmuring words of love and devotion, until sleep came to help start them on their new life together.
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But what a Ang Angel?