When You See Me Again
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
3,268
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 17
Chapter 17
She sat down on the headstone outside his door, looking back and forth, hoping he’d show. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure where to find him, and Giles wasn’t very forthcoming. His crypt was empty and the television was cold, so she was sure that the other one was gone. Maybe he’d show.
She heard him walking through the brush, carrying a small black bag. He’d changed his clothes, now wearing a blue long sleeved shirt and dress slacks, with some unidentifiable dress shirt over the other. She couldn’t see his hands, but would look as soon as she could draw him close.
“Hey, Spike.”
“Slayer.” He passed her by and headed inside. He walked in and tried to shut the door behind him. She followed. He put the bag down and turned around. “What can I do for you?” Getting out yet another smoke, she saw his hands were clean. No polish.
Instead of answering, she walked briskly across the floor to him, and pulled him down for a kiss. He fell into it, wrapping his arms around her loosely; nearly stroking her, like he didn’t want to believe it was real. He pulled her up close, pressing himself against her. The heat from her body poured over him in a kind of warmed lotion. Just like that.
Her hand went to the back of his head, pressing his head into hers, like she couldn’t get enough. She pushed her legs into his, and he took that and used it. Pulling her legs up, he shifted as she was brought to his height. As her mouth was freed, she took the opportunity to moan, “I love you, oh god, I love you!”
He wrapped his large hand around a breast and squeezed it roughly. “I love you, Buffy, I have for so long!” He pushed himself into the apex of her thighs and felt it rewards with sudden heat from the blast furnace.
She started to lick his ear, nibbling her and there. Spike’s mouth sucked loosely at the place he had wanted to sink his teeth into for so long. He bathed her neck in slow, luxurious sweeps, not missing an inch. She once again pulled his mouth back to hers for another intoxicating kiss, grinding herself into him, feeling it jump beneath her.
“Now!”
“Where?” He looked around. “Where, Buffy?”
“I don’t care, just get me there!” He reached down with her still attached and pulled the trapdoor open to the lair. Jumping down, he staggered to the bed, both of them losing clothes as they went.
Her, the shirt and bra; him, the coat and both of the shirts. They were skin-to-skin, hot and cold. He got to the bed and laid her down tenderly, and as he pulled back, he unzipped his pants and kicked them down to the side. There was no romance; they weren’t going to make it like they both wanted to.
She shoved her pants off and reached for her panties, when Spike’s hand shot from nowhere and ripped them off. He slid the palm of his hand down her thighs and squeezed her calves. “I want light!”
“Can’t.” He leaned over her smoothing himself all over her. She arched her back, her pelvis reaching for its goal. “Are you sure?”
She stopped and grabbed him by the chin. Pulling him down until they were completely flush, she stared into his eyes, or what she could see of them. He was shaking horribly. All she wanted was to quell those fears. “Yes.”
She reached down and led his cock into her.
He was in ecstasy.
It was so tight, wet like warmest hot fudge, and pulsing; alive. He nearly lost it then, but held still when he could go no further. She started to move. “Don’t pet. Don’t move or you’ll embarrass me.”
Buffy laughed deep in her throat, then from her belly. She was not helping things at all. Then she flipped them.
His eyes were brighter, full of confusion and pleasure from this angle. She pulled up and then slammed down on him, causing him to cry out loud. She sat still, feeling his dick jump, mirroring the owner. Then she did it.
He knew it was something that Faith had promised, but, god, was she right. She rode him; hard. He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down on him until it hurt them both.
The cries got louder and louder with every stroke.
She leaned down and whispered something in his ear, something he never thought he’d hear her say. “Your turn. Fuck me.”
He rolled them over and he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand. Pinning them above her head, he pulled completely out, causing her to wrap not one, but both legs around his waist. He dropped his full body down into her.
Buffy screamed.
She tossed her head back and forth, groaning when he hit it, just there. He felt his balls tighten and pulled out for only a few heartbeats. “Not gonna last long, pet.” She reached up and kissed him, and he was lost. Within seconds of climbing back in there, he felt her pour onto him, like a melted metal. It was too much. He slammed into her repeatedly, until it was too late. In five jerks, he filled her with more come than he’d ever shot off in his life or death.
She wiped the sweat off of him and pulled him to her chest. Knowing he didn’t need to breath, he crawled next to her and draped her body on his. “Never be alone again, I swear.”
That was the last thing either of them remembered.
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She sat down on the headstone outside his door, looking back and forth, hoping he’d show. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure where to find him, and Giles wasn’t very forthcoming. His crypt was empty and the television was cold, so she was sure that the other one was gone. Maybe he’d show.
She heard him walking through the brush, carrying a small black bag. He’d changed his clothes, now wearing a blue long sleeved shirt and dress slacks, with some unidentifiable dress shirt over the other. She couldn’t see his hands, but would look as soon as she could draw him close.
“Hey, Spike.”
“Slayer.” He passed her by and headed inside. He walked in and tried to shut the door behind him. She followed. He put the bag down and turned around. “What can I do for you?” Getting out yet another smoke, she saw his hands were clean. No polish.
Instead of answering, she walked briskly across the floor to him, and pulled him down for a kiss. He fell into it, wrapping his arms around her loosely; nearly stroking her, like he didn’t want to believe it was real. He pulled her up close, pressing himself against her. The heat from her body poured over him in a kind of warmed lotion. Just like that.
Her hand went to the back of his head, pressing his head into hers, like she couldn’t get enough. She pushed her legs into his, and he took that and used it. Pulling her legs up, he shifted as she was brought to his height. As her mouth was freed, she took the opportunity to moan, “I love you, oh god, I love you!”
He wrapped his large hand around a breast and squeezed it roughly. “I love you, Buffy, I have for so long!” He pushed himself into the apex of her thighs and felt it rewards with sudden heat from the blast furnace.
She started to lick his ear, nibbling her and there. Spike’s mouth sucked loosely at the place he had wanted to sink his teeth into for so long. He bathed her neck in slow, luxurious sweeps, not missing an inch. She once again pulled his mouth back to hers for another intoxicating kiss, grinding herself into him, feeling it jump beneath her.
“Now!”
“Where?” He looked around. “Where, Buffy?”
“I don’t care, just get me there!” He reached down with her still attached and pulled the trapdoor open to the lair. Jumping down, he staggered to the bed, both of them losing clothes as they went.
Her, the shirt and bra; him, the coat and both of the shirts. They were skin-to-skin, hot and cold. He got to the bed and laid her down tenderly, and as he pulled back, he unzipped his pants and kicked them down to the side. There was no romance; they weren’t going to make it like they both wanted to.
She shoved her pants off and reached for her panties, when Spike’s hand shot from nowhere and ripped them off. He slid the palm of his hand down her thighs and squeezed her calves. “I want light!”
“Can’t.” He leaned over her smoothing himself all over her. She arched her back, her pelvis reaching for its goal. “Are you sure?”
She stopped and grabbed him by the chin. Pulling him down until they were completely flush, she stared into his eyes, or what she could see of them. He was shaking horribly. All she wanted was to quell those fears. “Yes.”
She reached down and led his cock into her.
He was in ecstasy.
It was so tight, wet like warmest hot fudge, and pulsing; alive. He nearly lost it then, but held still when he could go no further. She started to move. “Don’t pet. Don’t move or you’ll embarrass me.”
Buffy laughed deep in her throat, then from her belly. She was not helping things at all. Then she flipped them.
His eyes were brighter, full of confusion and pleasure from this angle. She pulled up and then slammed down on him, causing him to cry out loud. She sat still, feeling his dick jump, mirroring the owner. Then she did it.
He knew it was something that Faith had promised, but, god, was she right. She rode him; hard. He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down on him until it hurt them both.
The cries got louder and louder with every stroke.
She leaned down and whispered something in his ear, something he never thought he’d hear her say. “Your turn. Fuck me.”
He rolled them over and he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand. Pinning them above her head, he pulled completely out, causing her to wrap not one, but both legs around his waist. He dropped his full body down into her.
Buffy screamed.
She tossed her head back and forth, groaning when he hit it, just there. He felt his balls tighten and pulled out for only a few heartbeats. “Not gonna last long, pet.” She reached up and kissed him, and he was lost. Within seconds of climbing back in there, he felt her pour onto him, like a melted metal. It was too much. He slammed into her repeatedly, until it was too late. In five jerks, he filled her with more come than he’d ever shot off in his life or death.
She wiped the sweat off of him and pulled him to her chest. Knowing he didn’t need to breath, he crawled next to her and draped her body on his. “Never be alone again, I swear.”
That was the last thing either of them remembered.
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