Shot in the Dark

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Chapter 14: Shiver
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Buffy grabs one of Spike’s wrists in each hand and holds them up, to either side of his head. She wriggles her hips against him and he responds with a sharp intake of air. His cock comes to life as she rubs against him repeatedly. She slides up and then down him until his erection is hard and ready.

“Look ma, no hands.” Her naughty smile is intoxicating. She leans down and presses her lips against his, firm and insistent, forcing his mouth open immediately and driving her tongue in. Already wet and willing, she shifts her hips and takes him into her in one movement, swallowing his gasp in her kiss. The sensation is bordering on pain, her body sore from their repeated encounters. Still, his firm chest against hers, his soft lips pressing into hers makes her forget that part, allowing her to focus on the pleasure. She raises up and drives back onto him, eliciting a deep growl from somewhere deep in his chest. With one furious burst of strength, Spike rips his arms from her grasp and takes a hold of her wrists instead. In virtually the same moment, he rolls them off the couch and onto the floor, landing on top.

“Oof.” Buffy grunts as she takes his weight onto her for a second. Moments later, her startlement is forgotten as he lifts slightly and then presses into her, starting below the waist and rolling all the way up her chest, crushing her breasts beneath him for a moment. The sensation is intense as he pins her down, their bodies touching from fingertips to toes. He holds his entire weight off her with his hands, but she is still covered by him, his cool skin kissing against hers in a thousand places. He renews their kiss, lips brushing against hers with increasing intensity as she opens her mouth to him.

Spike’s head spins with contradictory thoughts. Her soft lips, warm body make him want to live and die in her arms. Except for that small detail of him already being dead and all. Still, he feels like he belongs with her, that he belongs to her, and it is really freaking him out. He can’t tell if these feelings are his own or if someone is pulling his strings. Could be magic. He breaks their kiss and looks at her, her skin flushed and glowing and he wonders if perhaps she could be magic. Magic pressed into this amazing form. Magic always has consequences...will this? Buffy has bewitched him with her grasping warm hands, her tender lips, her insatiable appetite. She is like a Siren, drawing him in, closer and closer to her rocky shore. Making him vulnerable and weak to her charms.

But the look in her eyes, could that really be a trick? She shields her emotions, always has, but he has been so close to her in such intimate ways now, he has seen those wide open moments. When she forgets to drop the veil and he can see her, the true Buffy. Not just the Slayer, but the whole package. Her feelings, her heart, her soul, all of those intangibles that make her spectacular...and human. There was a time in very recent memory that he would take that vulnerability as an opening for attack. Spike leans back down to take her mouth with his. She has treated him like a man for the first time since he’s known her. He doesn’t want to give that up, doesn’t want to find a way to hurt her, just wants to have her look at him that way again.

Buffy feels Spike’s eyes on her even as she feels him inside her and his lips on her willing mouth. Somehow, the eyes are what seem to be the most penetrating. Like he is seeing something new. A flash of fear passes through her. Is this going to turn bad soon? Is he just waiting for the opportunity, for the moment when she is finally and truly unaware, completely exposed so he can swoop in for the kill? Buffy scolds herself. It’s true, he’s made no secret of his wish to kill her, but all that seems distant now.

The only thing that seems real is him, his body, his hands, his piercing eyes, his tenderness. The last one something she had never seen before...except when he was with Dru. Buffy feels a surge of white hot heat in her belly at the thought of the crazy vampire. With a truly unsettling clarity, she realizes this feeling is jealousy. Dammit. She is jealous of what he had with Dru. Of their caring, looking out for each other. This can only mean one thing. She wants him for more than sex, for more than his insanely sculpted abs. It seemed possible to write it all off to lust-driven temporary insanity before the arrival of these emotions. She could say she swooned over his baby blues and his impressive pecs. Now... now this feeling is something altogether different.

Coming out of their thoughts nearly simultaneously, Buffy and Spike re-focus on each other. A nearly visible spark flies between them. Their bodies continue to respond to each other despite the inner turmoil rocking them both. Buffy lifts her legs to wrap them tightly around his waist, angling her hips to receive him as deeply as possible. Spike drives into her again, his mouth seeking her breast. He runs his tongue around her nipple, tweaking it to attention. Buffy arches her back, pressing into him, meeting every thrust with matching strength. Spike moves to the other breast and then kisses his way up her chest, finding her mouth once again. Their kis bis bruising and intense, both of them seeking to find an anchor in the other. Feeling adrift in confusing emotions and new desire, they lock onto each other with a desperate passion, letting their bodies take control of the situation.

Spike releases Buffy’s wrists and runs his hands into her long blond hair. It is splayed out on the floor around her, framing her features with a golden haze. His fingers tighten as her newly free hands roam around his back. He half-flinches as he feels the fingertips at the top of his shoulders. The welts she gave him earlier are still fresh. He enters her again and he feels the slightest tightening of her grip on his shoulders. Instead of ripping her nails down his back on the next thrust, she lightly dances her fingertips down his back, avoiding the skin she tore into earlier with her whispering touch. He shivers slightly at her soft touch. Her hands keep moving, sliding into the valley where his strong back meets his butt. As Spike begins to thrust, her hands take a firm grasp of his ass and slam him into her with greater force.

Her voice covers him like a rolling fog. “The Slayer, Spike. I’m the Slayer. I can take what you can dish. Show me how much you want me. Make me believe it.” Spike stares at her for a split second, assessing her seriousness. The tight grip on his ass, holding him deep inside her, is enough confirmation.

“You will, luv. Because I do.” Spike’s kiss is fierce, rough and leaves Buffy breathless. He begins his relentless assault on her body, driving his desire for her home with each powerful thrust. Every entrance forces a gasp out of Buffy’s mouth, her heart rate accelerating, her skin heating, her breaths growing shorter and shorter. Their coupling reaches fever pitch, mirroring the ferocity of their first encounter the night before. Neither realizes that the magical effects that drove them together are waning. Their craving has not. It is as if they have to make up for a lifetime apart right now, right this very second. Each gasp, each impact of skin on skin a testament to their passion. She clings to him, squeezing his skin between her fingers, holding tight. She strains to keep her mouth on his as their bodies rock against each other. Their kis fis finally broken, Spike moving his mouth past hers to kiss her neck, up to her ear and down again, christening every inch with his lips. He feels it coming, knows his orgasm will be bone-shattering. His hands run up and down Buffy’s body, shoulders to hips and back again. He slips one hand between them and between her legs, massaging where she is most sensitive and swollen. She screams at the sensation, his motion startling her in its quickness and effectiveness. He grabs her mouth again, nipping her bottom lip as he continues his all points attack on her senses and her body. Pressing harder with his hand, he feels her shudder beneath him. Moments later, he sends her into the abyss and then jumps in himself, his roar rattling the windows as he comes and comes. She scrambles to hold onto him as her body pulses, her muscles contracting over and over.

Lying still on the floor for a few minutes, Spike and Buffy are struck speechless. The afternoon light is beginning to fade as the sun begins to set on their first full day as lovers. Neither is any closer to understanding what is happening and at the moment, they don’t care for an explanation. Spike looks at Buffy in the near silence of the house, his eyes gone soft sky blue in the fading light. Thankfully, the curtains are closed and he is only washed by an indirect glow of sunlight through the fabric. His hand goes to her face, somehow deep tenderness the result of their recent and ferocious session. His fingertips touch her cheek as his thumb grazes her mouth. Buffy presses her lips against his thumb, her eyes liquid green searching his face. He sees a small tremor run through her whole body.

“Cold, luv?” His voice pierces the quiet.

She nods. “I think so. A little.” He realizes the tremble may not have just been the chill, but decides to act on it. With his other hand, he reaches behind them for one of the throw pillows and a soft fleece blanket from the couch. Tucking the pillow under her head, he wraps the blanket around both their bodies as best he can without moving too much. Sliding off her, he rests his head on the pillow next to hers. She turns to face him. Neither is able to find many words at the moment.

“Thanks.” Buffy’s voice seems small and childlike, shaking a bit. She feels weak all over, from both exertion and a quivering reaction to Spike’s presence near. r. Another tremor runs through her. Spike feels it.

“Still cold?” He looks concerned.

“No, no. It’s not the cold.” She leans closer, squeezing her lids tightly together as her lips meet his. He feels the trembling in her lips and pulls back a bit.

“What is it, Buffy?”

Her mouth refuses to cooperate with her attempts to speak and her brain tries to shut down completely before she can form a sentence. She struggles on.

“I can’t stop feeling, Spike. I...thought this was just a sex thing, but if so, why am I feeling this way? Why can’t I stop shaking?!” Her voice rises slightly in alarm.

Spike runs his hands up and down her arms, as if to warm her. “I don’t know, Buffy. It’s...I’m the same way. Could it be...no.” They are mere inches apart, heads on the same pillow.

“What?” Buffy’s eyes dart from his eyes to his mouth.

“Well, I dunno if some magic is at work, but this doesn’t feel like Red’s spell from before. I was out of my mind then, didn’t know what I was saying or doing. Not now. I know I’m here, know what I’m doing...”

“You can say that again.” Buffy grins at him, her confidence growing.

He can’t help but chuckle at her interruption. “Thanks, luv, but you know what I mean, don’t you? Is it like that for you?”

“It is. This is not Willow’s will at work. Geez, say that three times fast. True, last night I was in a fog, couldn’t think of anything but...well, you know. Crazy monkey love. But now. There is no fog. And yet, here I am.” She gestures with one hand, taking in their current position.

“Right. Same here, pet. What do you make of it?” There is a flash of fear in his eyes, wondering what her reaction will be. He is really laying it all on the line, treading dangerously close to exposing these fresh new feelings he has. Opening himself up for kick in the teeth or worse...her stake to his heart, literally or figuratively. Both would be painful. If he’s read her wrong...

“I honestly don’t know. I just know one thing. I...” She stops, eyes searching his, fighting her need to be tough and invulnerable. “I think this could be...something.” She half-smiles at him, afraid of his reaction to her half-admittance of feelings.

“Yeah. Something.” He smiles back, thinking they’ve pushed the envelope enough for the moment. He slips his hand over her waist, holding her against him still. Her skin is hot and moist with a light sheen of sweat. The pulse of her blood beneath the skin is hypnotic and he is soon drifting to sleep.

She slides her hand around his waist, their arms entwined. Both drop away to sleep, faces nearly touching, bodies tangled and limp. More time for talk later...