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Chapter Fourteen

A week went by with stolen kisses, stolen time. If Angel suspected anything, he never said and Buffy made meticulously sure she never gave him a reason to suspect a thing at all. Spike found that she wouldn't even sit next to him if they all watched TV together. Which was probably a good thing, though he did pout about it. It was hard to be around her and not touch her, kiss her, hold her. He was constantly needing to feel her against him that he found it hard to contain. He wondered how she was able to hide it so well. It almost made his heart- break as thoughts on whether or not she was in actuality really with him, or if she was afraid of telling Angel so much that she would move on once the opportunity presented itself. They were destructive thoughts, that he had no doubt, but they were there nonetheless. When she was in his arms and was learning his 'lessons', his doubts flew out the window. He wondered when he had started to become such a ponce.

Now they strolled through the cemetery, hand-in-hand, she told him about class and he looked for places to hide so he could kiss her senseless. He had kept his wandering hands to himself and been a good little Victorian boy over the past week, but he was itching to explore her silky flesh. Spotting a crypt hidden in the shadows, he pulled along with him.

"Where are we going?"

He stepped to the side of the crypt, completely hidden from any creature that could pass by and took her in his arms. "Right here. Been dying to kiss you, kitten."

She smiled at him, shyly. He berated himself for expecting, or just wanting, more from her. She was still getting used to the idea of them as a couple and his feelings for her. This was all new to her and he couldn't expect her to be in the same place as he was. Especially since that had been her very fear, that he would get tired of 'teaching' her.

According to her, she had just realized she had feelings for him just a small time ago. He?d been holding his torch for her for years.

"Pet, are you...all right with how things are?"

She looked confused, "what do you mean? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, kitten, you haven't done a thing wrong. It's William, inside me, breaking free. Him and his bloody insecurities." He leaned against the stone wall of the crypt and pulled out his cigarettes, lighting one up.

"What are you insecure about?"

"You. Us. Are you here with me kitten? Are you feeling it?"

"I'm...not good at expressing my feelings, you know that. How long did it take me to finally come to grips about my mom? I..."

Now he felt like a stupid git. He crushed his cigarette out with his boot and wrapped his arms around her. "Don?t pay any attention to me. I'm just being stupid. I know you're here with me, kitten."

She put her hands on his chest, forcing him to stop and look at her. She looked up at him imploringly. "I am. I am here with you, Spike. This is all new for me. What I feel, what you feel...it was hard enough admitting to myself that I had feelings for you, but to know that you feel...love for me...it's overwhelming. And, the things I feel-- I just can't say the words yet because I want to be absolutely sure. Do you understand?"

He nodded, unable to form words at that moment. Instead he crushed her against him, burying his head in her hair and inhaling her scent. Raspberries, and something just uniquely Buffy.

"I love you," he whispered. "I know that might not help with being overwhelmed, but it's how I feel and I've kept it in for so long that I can't keep it in any longer."

"Ssshhh...it's okay." She pulled back and looked up at him, brushing her fingers through his hair and smiling. "Can we commence with the kissing now? You mentioned something about dying to kiss me and I don't know about you, but I might just explode if you don't--"

She never got a chance to finish because Spike was kissing her senseless before she could get the words out. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ruffled the hair at the back of his neck. He moaned and deepened the kiss. It sent his body humming when she touched him. He needed to touch her. He began to rub her sides gently, lifting her shirt ever so slightly so that he could caress her bare skin.

So soft.

Ever so gently, he traced patterns across her stomach and sides and the trailed up to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. She broke from the kiss and looked at him. He started to drop them, afraid he'd scared her or insulted her.

"No, don't," and she put his hands back. "It just surprised me. I like it." She grinned mischievously, "can't you 'smell' it?"

He growled playfully and nipped at her lips, teasing her before claiming them. He swirled the pads of his fingers across her nipples through the fabric of her shirt as their kiss grew in intensity. He wanted to sip her blood, swallow her whole just to have her inside him, with him, always.

Her tiny hands found their way up his shirt, settling on his waist. Her skin warmed his cool one and the contrast made him hiss his pleasure. She smiled against his mouth and pulled back. He stared at her, his eyes full of desire.

"Tell me what to do," she whispered. "I want to please you."

"You always please me, pet. Always."

"Show me."

"Happy to," he agreed huskily and started for the top of her pants. No, not here. Not in a cemetery. He knew she wasn't aware of the fact that she was undulating her hips against him ever so slowly. He wanted to see her come undone, but he didn't want it to be here. "Let's go someplace."

"Where?"
"There's a hotel not far from here. Let's go." He took her hand, silently leading her out of the cemetery. He was trying to keep his raging lust under control, and it was proving difficult with the sweet scent of her arousal wafting towards his nose. It was simply intoxicating. Not being able to resist her, he spun her into his arms and kissed her breathless. Her heart was pounding against his chest and he knew for a fact that all these things combined meant he had nothing to fear. She was right there with him.

Finding the hotel with ease, Spike checked them in quickly and they raced to their room. Once the door was closed, and even before the first light could be lit, Spike pounced.

"I just can't get enough of you, baby. Your scent, your taste, god, you taste delicious...do you bathe in sugar?" His mouth devoured hers and she held him tightly against her, kissing him back with same fervor. He had to gain control again or he would be done before he even started. He reluctantly pushed her away and she looked at him in a mixture of confusion and a pout.

"Have to do this right, kitten," he told her. "That's why we're here instead of some cemetery." He flicked the bedside lamp and took in the room. Not bad at all. Clean, cozy, bright colors, it would make do. He shrugged off his duster and threw it on a nearby chair. "Will you lie down with me?" He asked and made his way to the bed. For some reason he felt the finesse had left him, he remembered being able to sweep the female's off their feet like Rhett did with Scarlett--without the struggling. With Buffy though, all finesse left him and he felt like William all over again: unsure, misdirected and scared as hell. His hands were trembling and he hoped she didn't notice. He loved her so much and all he wanted was to make things good for her.

She was chewing her bottom lip and had her hands demurely hidden behind her back.

"What is it, kitten?" He asked soothingly.

"I'm not...I mean that we can't...I'm not ready to have sex yet." She blurted it out and winced.

He shook his head. So, that's why she had the Bambi look. "Pet, come here," he held out his hand and she took it. He pulled her closer to him so that she stood between his legs. "I didn't bring you here to have sex with you. I know you're not ready yet. I brought you here because I want to explore some of that luscious body of yours, but we won't do anything you're not comfortable with all right?"

She nodded, appearing relieved.

"Good, now, lay with me," and as he started to lay back, he grabbed hold of her waist and she tumbled down on him. Quickly she braced herself above him on her arms and giggled as she looked down at him. He pushed her hair away from her face and smiled up at her. "Did you know that you are the single most beautiful woman I have ever met?"

"Pshaw, I'm not buying that. Hello, have you seen Angelina Jolie or Kate Beckinsale? I know you've checked--"

He cut her off by bringing her head down and smothering her words with a kiss, tracing her lips with his tongue. He parted, her mouth slightly open, inviting his tongue. "Nope, you. You are the most beautiful. Don't forget that."

She nodded, dazed. Grinning, he rolled them to the side and pulled her closer, resting his large hand on her hip while playing with her hair with the other one. She watched him, studying him as if there was something to be learned from his face. There probably was. As good as he was at adopting a poker face, he found it hard to hide what he felt for her. Especially when she was with him, in his arms and matching his passion with her own. It drove him clear out of his mind. Kissing her, he started lifting her shirt again. This time, he snaked his hand slowly up her side until it found her lacy bra and he stopped, fingering just the outside of it. She circled her hips against him and bent her knee, right at his hardness. She broke away from his lips for a minute to gaze down at their entanglement. She shrugged and then went back to kissing him, stifling the laugh that erupted inside of him. That was his girl all right. Rolling with the punches.

She pressed her chest further against his hand, sending him the signal to get touching. He did so, reaching behind and unsnapping the contraption. It fell loose and he wasted no time in cupping his hand around her breast, grazing the nipple.

She moaned and he pushed her shirt up.

"I want to take it off," he whispered.

She looked at him uncertainly for a minute and then sat up, helping him take it off her. He tugged at her bra and she helped him slip it off. She moved quickly to cover her breasts with her hands and lay down.

"No, no, no...don't hide yourself from me. I want to worship you...you are a goddess...my goddess..." He pushed her gently back so that she was on her back and he took in her half dressed form. Her perky, firm breasts, her tiny waist, her flat stomach. He wanted to cover her with kisses and he set about doing just that. She ruffled her fingers through his hair and moaned pleasurably as he tended to her neck, collarbone and shoulders. He took one breast in his mouth and sucked lightly eliciting a gasp. He swirled the nipple with his tongue, making it hard and then releasing it before tending to the other one. Moving down, he kissed, nipped and licked at her flat belly and then dotted kisses along the top of her pants. He looked up at her to find her watching him intently. She nodded to his silent question, despite the slight fear he saw in her eyes.

Her musky arousal was giving him a high and he needed to taste her. Tugging off her shoes and socks, he pulled down her pants ever so slowly. He then positioned her so that her knees bent over the bed and her feet hit the floor. She never took her eyes off him.

Starting at her feet, he massaged them gently and then moved to her ankles, calves and thighs. Kneeling before her, he inhaled her heady scent and closed his eyes from the ecstasy of it. Her scent was delicious and he knew she was going to taste delicious. He tugged at her panties and took them off, all the while watching her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and apprehension.

"Don't worry, baby. I promise you'll like this," he told her softly and lowered his head to her center. He kissed her gently, and she started to close her legs. He stopped her, gently putting his hands on her thighs. "Trust me, kitten."

Lapping like a kitten, he traced her labia. She was wet, he knew that already, and God, this had to be what heaven tasted like. Making his tongue hard and pointy, he pushed it inside her and she gasped. Smiling, he used his finger to softly rub her sensitive bundle of nerves.

She gasped again, followed by a moan. He continued on, showing her with his tongue, what he would do to her later on with the organ making itself known in his tight jeans. She was close, he could feel it. Going for the gold, he sucked her clit in his mouth and she exploded.

"Oh my God, Spike!" She called out. He lapped at her juices, not wanting to miss a drop before placing a kiss and rushing up her body. She was slowly coming down from her orgasm and she was positively glowing. She reached for him and he obliged, settling himself against her and kissing her tenderly.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her hand cup his erection through his pants.

"Pet, don't...you're gonna make me cum in my pants."

"Then take them off."

Okay, he nearly came at her words. Control, get control, mate. "You don't have to."

"I want to touch it. Please?"

He nodded slowly and started to unbutton his pants. She put her hands over his and stopped him. "Let me."

His eyes rolled in the back of his head. Yes, this woman was going to be the death of him. He was going to explode, implode, he was going to do it all.

She sat up and started by taking off his shirt. He threaded his fingers through her hair as she treated him to the same pleasures he treated her to. She was so?kittenish about it that he felt his dead heart swell with complete adoration for her. She licked at his nipples, her soft tongue causing just the right friction to elicit a gasp from him. She grinned as she used her tongue to trace his abs. Then, she came to his pants.

She looked up at him. "I'm not ready to um, suck it."

"That's okay, kitten," he told her hoarsely. His straining member needed attention and soon. He toed off his boots and heard them fall with a thud on the floor. She giggled at that. He smiled at her and watched as she unfastened his pants. She had to know he went commando. If she didn't then she was in for a surprise. As she slowly peeled his pants down his waist, her eyes popped open as did his engorged member.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the expression on her face and she started to laugh. "Well, hello there," she said lightly and he laughed.

"What do I do?" She asked.

"Touch me."

She reached out, took a deep breath and grasped it in her hot little hands. He let out a groan and his eyes rolled back. "God, yes, like that. Now...stroke it. Up and down. Stroke it."

She was a fast learner and did as she was told, slowly stroking up and down, up and down. Then she grew bolder and squeezed just a little bit harder.

"Yes, god, just like that," he burst out. He caught a tiny smile of triumph just before she continued. "Faster, baby, faster, please." He begged.

She complied and started to wank him faster. Then stopped completely and squeezed just the head a bit. Spike let out a shout of pleasure and she continued on in the same pattern. Squeezing, stroking, fast, slow.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart," he warned her and she moved away, but stayed close by and watched, fascinated as he grabbed his member and came in huge globs on his stomach. He was panting, needlessly as he reached for the tissues on the bedside table and cleaned himself up. She watched him and when he was done, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, smothering her in kisses.

"Did I do all right, then?" She asked.

He grinned against her lips. "Perfect kitten. Just like my kitten." He looked at her tenderly. "I love you so bloody much...do you feel all right?"

"Perfect, Spike. Bloody perfect."


TBC....Will Angel find out???