Memory Redux

A/N: Ah, hell. What can I say. This chapter was too long in coming. In fact, the chapter was actually too long. I cut it in half so I could finish this part. The next chapter will be going to my beta, Isis, in the next day or so, and I haven’t told her yet, but I am sending the next chapter to WALH. So there is hope for more chapters soon.

Reminder: I changed the end of Season 7. You might want to look at Chapter 1 again before reading this chapter.

Chapter 14: Coffee


Spike surfaced from a deep sleep with his memories of the previous night trailing along. Beth was back, back with him, back in his arms, back in his bed. The top portion of her naked body lay over his, and her leg lay over both of his. Spike quietly chuckled to himself. If his arms were not wrapped around this precious woman, instead of softly laughing, he would be yelling, jumping up and down like some bloke that had just one million dollars on a slot machine in Las Vegas. So instead, he lightly ran his hands all over her back and nuzzled her before brushing aside her golden hair, exposing the smooth column of her neck. With his lips curled up into a smile, Spike kissed her skin and ran his fingertips along her jugular vein, feeling her pulse, feeling her life.

Regardless of his joy, the smile turned to a frown. With bottomless regret, Spike eased out of bed without waking her, laying her on her side, but he did stop to take a moment to look at her and thank the gods again that she had come back to him. He knew he was wearing the word out, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. Back, back, back, back. No matter what the day actually looked like outside, it would be beautiful because Beth would be lying in his bed with a small, contented smile on her face. Again, he returned to that word. Back, back, back. She’s back.

Immediately missing the feel of his body underneath her own, Buffy rolled onto her stomach with the hunter green sheet covering her up to the waist, groaning, and cuddling against his pillow, and judging from her lower lip, which now jutted out in a show of displeasure, the pillow was a poor substitute for him. After listening, Spike could tell by the slow tempo of her breathing that she was still asleep; he hurried quietly as possible into the library to drink down his blood breakfast before heading to the kitchen.

Buffy must have finally heard him moving around, working on a late breakfast. Actually, more like a late lunch. Spike grinned as he listened to her make a noise halfway between a moan and a whimper, which he recognized as her own personal sound of pouting. Absently listening to her adorable, pouty noise while he cut some fruit, he heard her sleep filled, gravely voice muffled against the sheets. “Need coffee…”

Chuckling and shaking his head, Spike called to her from the kitchen. “Wouldn’t want you to go without your morning java fix, little miss needy. It’s coming right up.”

Even though her mind was still pretty much floating in dream land, her sleepy mind still registered his term of endearment, and without giving it a thought, she called back, “Love you, too, William. But… Need coffee. Now.”

“Look who’s woken up on the bossy side of the bed.” Spike poured the water into the coffee maker before her words sunk in and interrupted his thoughts of tickling her until the coffee was ready. He froze. ‘Love you, too? Did I hear her right?’ Slowly Spike moved to the doorway of the bedroom and stared at Beth lying on her stomach with her face turned so he could still see her profile. Ohhh, how many times he had dreamed of her saying just those same words, but before he won his soul, he told himself that her love was elusive, just out of reach. No way to count all the times he told her that she did love him and just wouldn’t admit it to herself or to him. However, during that last year in Sunnyhell, he came to terms with reality, painfully leaving behind his dreams and delusions. He would never hear words of love towards him. Yes, there was friendliness with subtle attraction. In fact, when the lay together those nights before the big fight against the First Evil, they were at ease and even drew comfort from each other. Those were some of the most treasured memories he alone retained. Spike also carried the memory of those last seconds right after Buffy had made her wish. Just before she disappeared, she had looked up him, her face full of raw emotions, and ever since that moment, Spike had harbored the hope that among the anguish, he also saw affection. Affection that he had wanted to believe was love. Regardless, he knew he was deluding himself again, but losing Buffy to her wish, the fantasy helped him make it day after day. As a result, when he had heard the words of love from Beth, he thought he was hearing things. Just in case his hopes were again in overdrive and that he had heard her wrong, he tried to make his question for confirmation sound casual. “Pet, what did you just say?”

While answering, she squirmed around, still trying to get comfortable in the bed without William to curl up against. “Uhmm?...Coffee. You kept me up all night, having your way with me, which by the way, I thoroughly enjoyed and look forward to doing every night. Or days would be good, too. So coffee, and I’m going to need it intravenously if you don’t hurry up.”

She knew that he was standing in the door way, and after a few moment of silence, Beth could tell William was still looking at her. Perplexed, she tried to figure out what was bothering him. “What’s the big deal over coffee, or come to think of it, if I get sex first, I’ll start begging for coffee more often. What if we are in a restaurant, and I want coffee? Then where are we going to have sex? Do you think we can do it on the table? Maybe we should ask for a booth.”

Spike missed all of her questions since he had a quick debate with himself. On one side, William was trying to be a gentleman, a shy, Victorian gentleman, and sweep the love issue under the rug until she mentioned it again. On the other side, Spike yelling to make her say it over and over and over. Spike mixed the two and decided to approach straight on, but not force her if she is not be ready. “No, pet. What did you say before the coffee part?”

“What…before?” She picked her head up a little, thinking. When her head flopped back down on the pillow, Spike knew she had remembered. “All I said was ‘Love you, too. But…Me. Need. Coffee. Now.” The last words sounded like begging.

Even though he couldn’t see, she rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh since she could tell he was still looking at her. “Oh my god, dense much? You already knew that.”

“No, I didn’t know THAT.” Spike shook his head and used his hands, palms up to emphasize his astonishment. “You…You never told me.” Letting it sink in, a very dazed Spike turned back to the kitchen to start the coffee maker, but then used his hand to knock some sense into himself. ‘What the hell am I doing in the kitchen making friendly with a sodding coffee maker?’ Slamming the mugs and cream down, he flew into the bedroom to stand by the side of the bed. His words came out harsh but intense. “Tell me again.”

Beth opened her eyes to look at him and saw shock and tentative hope. Ding! The light bulb above her head blinked on. What she had said so casually must have been unexpected to him. So without even intentionally doing it, the gig was up. She would have to call Willow later and tell her that, as her friend wanted her to, that she had finally told William that she loved him. It may hbeenbeen a slip of the tongue, but nevertheless, he now knew the truth.

She suddenly felt shy since he didn’t say he rnedrned her love. As a result, Beth was glad that she was lying on her stomach so she could hide her face. She chanced a quick look at his face. “You have shocked face. Geez, dense much? At the mall, I practically dragged you to that café for coffee with me. I hunted down your phone number and pretty much pushed you into that first dinner. Then I pestered you for weeks and then jumped you on the sofa in your living room so you would have sex with me. Then Moron Beth ran away, but since I couldn’t stand to be without you, I raced back doing mach three. Overall, I have just about stalked you for several months. Simple math here. One plus one equals two. That’s me and you. I. Love. You. Got it?”

Finally, Beth moved so she could see William better. When he continued to stay and silent, not even a nod, Beth became frustrated. “Knock, knock. Hellooo, idiocy calling.”

Embarrassment began to take over, starting with a flaming blush on her face. She turned her head away from him so he couldn’t see her face and kept silent herself.

Suddenly Spike was jerking off the sheet that she was covering her, sending it flying off the bed completely, and his boxers followed close behind the sheet. Moving swiftly, he laid on top of her, his front against her back. He growled into her ear, “Not a thick headed git here, love. Just surprised.”

Perplexed, Buffy shook her head. “Why?”

“I just didn’t think I would be so blessed to have your love.” Spike enjoyed every little wiggle she made beneath him.

With her legs still together, she could feel his erection against the valley between her legs and loved every motion. Beth still lay on her stomach, pretending that she wasn’t getting turned on. He continued to stroke his shaft between her legs. Yet another position he was teaching her, and even though he was not inside of her yet, the position mad her quiver. The more he moved, the more she grew to love Spike’s new position, especially as he started to alternate kisses, licks, and nips all over her neck, shoulders, and down her back in random patterns. This randomness made his ministrations all the more exciting since she didn’t know where his lips or teeth would touch her flesh next.

Driving her crazy now, Spike finally made his way down to where he could run the tip of his tongue down along the crack of her ass. What he was doing to her, where he was licking her was new to her idea of foreplay. With the new position and new foreplay, Beth gave up all pretenses of not being aroused and couldn’t moan or groan enough at the incredibly erotic sensations Spike’s talented tongue sent coursing through her body. He never went any farther than the first three or four inches down her crack, but his licks and nips on either side of her cheeks drove her wild. In fact, she was so caught up that she didn’t notice Spike’s hands spreading her legs wider, but she did feel his body sliding back up hers. He started his ascent starting low in the crack of her ass; his tongue followed up the line of her spine until he was nipping on her neck again. And she definitely felt the head of his shaft pushing against the folds of her sex. Beth gasped and squirmed underneath him, arched her back so that her ass was up higher, trying to push him inside of her. To add to her fratioation, Spike purposefully held back, refusing her efforts, staying with the head of his shaft rubbing at her opening.

She couldn’t help but beg. “Please, William, please. I need…I need you so bad!” As William hissed a yes, Beth felt him slowly slide into her up to the hilt. Both held still, enjoying their union.

As he started to glide in and out, her thoughts swirled around two thoughts. William was finally filling her, stretching her. But more importantly, her usual pleasure when making love with him had changed into ecstasy since she declared her love for him. Nothing to hide, all to give. But Beth was also greedy. She wanted more. “William, wait…Wait!” She used her whole body to roll him to the side, off of her.

Her words and actions served as cold ice water poured on his lust straight on. With panic clear on his face and fear that he had done something wrong, Spike instantly scooted his body further away so that they no longer were touching. When she rolled over onto her side facing him, the gorgeous smile on her face shined like a beacon. In her light, Spike’s fear transformed into confusion.

Beth reached out to him and stroked his cheek. Her smiling face looked into an astounded face. “I know this will sound like I’m Boring Girl, but I want to make love with you missionary style. William, I want to be able to look into your face, kiss your lips and look into your eyes as we are one. Ok or too lackluster?”

His intense desire for Beth reappeared as fast as it had swiftly left. “As we are one.” Those words were now burned into his brain along her “I love you” and would keep him warm for centuries to come. With his heart feeling ten times bigger that it should be, Spike moved back over her and gently lay down on top of her. Spike brushed a few strands of her blond hair to the side so that he could look at her whole face unimpeded. Beth had been so right. Looking into her beautiful eyes was much better. With a small smile and flames of desire in his eyes, he asked, “Happy now, pet?”

When she nodded her head, he tilted his head to the side so he could kiss her right and proper, yet with their eyes still locked. Just before their lips touched, he whispered in a low voice choked with emotion, “Beth, I love you.” Then he kissed her. The kiss was gently exploring. The kiss was leisurely. The kiss was full of love. After a few minutes of his tongue making her frantic, Beth used her fingers buried in his blonde hair to pull his head up. Her face was flush with desire as she looked into his eyes. “William, I love you, too, but enough already with the foreplay. Be a good missionary, and make while native love to me now.”

No way was he going to disappoint his lady, not that he wanted to hold back any longer, especially since she told him again that she loved him. While they still looked into each others eyes, Beth wrapped her legs around his waist, and when she felt the tip of his shaft positioned at her entrance, she lifted her hips to meet him, joining them together. As Spike paused for a moment as before, Beth could feel him filling and stretching her again. Spike enjoyed the walls of her sex tightly gripping him shaft. Then one word set him into motion when Beth gave him a breathy “yes.”

As he stroked inside of her, it took all of Spike’s constraint not to come in the first two minutes. Buffy declared her love for him. Granted this bes between William and Beth, but Beth technically was Buffy, so the words and feelings were the same he had hoped for, at least for him. “Beth.” Wanting to get her attention away from her sensual high, Spike pulled his shaft out, and Spike whispered in her ear, “Beth, I do love you.” Then he drove into her until he totally possessed her. “I love you so bloody much.”

Beth pulled his head up, looking him eye to eye, and just before their lips met again, she replied, “William, I love you, too.”

*****
Sated, Spike and Buffy lay on their sides, facing each other, while Buffy’s hand explored his face. Using her index finger, she followed along his hairline, the shell of his ear, both eye brows and down the bridge of his nose. When she reached his lips, he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. Beth sighed when she felt the tiphis his tongue play with the sensitive pad of her finger.

After a moment, Spike took her hand in his and placed a long but chaste kiss on the palm of her hand. “Thank you.”

Buffy’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “For what?”

“For loving me.” Spike’s words sounded emotionless, but his eyes told a different story. A story telling the turmoil of the emotions he was feeling.

With tears in her eyes, Beth smiled. “It was so easy, William. I’m just glad you love me, too.”

“Never doubt it, my love.” Her lips met her in a light kiss that was deep with feeling. “No doubts of our love.”

“No doubts at all for me or you.” Beth held up her hand, and when Spike lifted one of his own, they laced their fingers together. Both knew that the simple, ordinary holding of hands symbolized a connection of love that they both sought. “William, I love you. I want to be with you always.”

Mirroring Beth’s eyes, Spike’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “As I love you and want to be with you forever.”

Their kiss was long and intense until Beth finally broke away. But instead of coming back for more as Spike expected her to do, she flopped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, biting her lower lip to keep from grinning. “You know what I really need?”

Spike began swirling a lock of her blonde hair around his finger, studying the color of the strands closely. “Anything, kitten. Just name it. Well, except something like me getting a tan.”

“Ha, Ha. No, I need just one word. One c, one o, two f’s, and two e’s.”

After a pause, they both laughed, but Spike’s response was sincere. “One condition, you pushing but cute bint. You come into the kitchen with me. I am not staying away from you even long enough to fulfill your request.”

Grinning because she felt the same way, she jumped at the condition. “Deal, but I get to wear a robe or something.”

“You drive a bloody hard bargain, pet. But only one cup, and then I get to take that robe off with my teeth and show you other uses of a kitchen counter top. ”

******

TBC


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