What Was I Thinking!?!
Chapter 19
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Why was he so blind? It was
so confusing when it should have been so simple. They belonged together. It was
because of her that everything had
gone wrong. If only he hadn’t gone away for Spring Break, he would have seen
how right she was for him. He would be back in her arms. Anger coursed through
Drusilla, making her flush from the overwhelming emotion.
It wasn’t fair. Spike
belonged to her not some two-bit country hick that had spread her legs for him.
Oh, she knew all about Spike’s little Buffy. It was easy enough to find out
when you were willing to manipulate simple minds and pass over some cash.
Drusilla took a sip of her
diet soda as she continued to watch the activities at the table across the way
from her. The small college pub was crowded enough so that unless they looked
for her, they probably wouldn’t even notice she was there. Spike sat so
carefree with another wrapped present for his whore beside him. It burned Dru
that he would be so willing to give to another what was hers. She loved him.
Allhim,him, not just the good little boy that he’d shown to the twit who’d
stolen him away.
What did he see in those
people? Dru shook her head as Angel and Lindsey made a joke about something and
high fived each other. The macho display didn’t impress her at all, but
apparently it did to the two bimbos that were sitting at their table. What were
their names? The portfolio on Spike’s new friends was back in her dorm room,
but it only took her a moment before she snapped her fingers in recognition. They
were Cordelia and Harmony, cheerleaders and best friends with Buffy.
It was time to do something
drastic. Playing nice and hoping he’d missed her enough to come back hadn’t
worked. Neither had the presents she’d left for him while he was gone. In only
a few more weeks, Spike was planning to take off with the slut, but not if she
could help it. Drusilla sat back in her chair and let her eyes drift across the
room. All she needed was a little help, someone willing to do what she said
without asking too many questions. She smiled when she found
what he wanted than she did. She rubbed her hands together at the alliance they
would make.
Victory was going to be
closer than she thought.
“Soon, my precious, soon,”
Drusilla whispered as she stood to head over to Warren and his friends.
“So, what are you sending
her this time?” Cordelia asked shaking the present she’d been given to take to
Buffy.
Spike only smiled at her.
There was no way he was going to reveal what he was sending. It wasn’t
something Buffy would want everyone to know about, but it was something she was
going to love or at least he hoped she would. The care packages sent via
friends during their separation were starting to take some thinking to find
anything original left to put into them. In his opinion this one was going to
be the ultimate prize.
“I think Spike is going to
end up owning stock in
Secret,” Angel contributed with a sly smile. “There always seems to be
somebody’s underwear traveling back and forth.”
“One lacy red thong back on
the road,” Lindsey quipped, raising his glass. “Here’s to love and the passion
that goes along with it.”
“Here, here,” Angel said,
tapping his glass against Lindsey’s.
“Oh, come on, mates,” Spike
replied with a sheepish shrug. “It’s not that bad. At least you two get to be
with your girls.” He laughed. “Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.”
“Poor Blondie,” Harmony
cooed, patting his shoulder. “It’s just not fair that you’ve been separated.
Two people so much in love should be together.”
“Cute, Harm,” Cordelia said.
“Isn’t that just the perfect cliché response?”
“Don’t make fun of me,”
Harmony ed, ed, sending a breadstick sailing across the table at the brunette.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
Spike smiled and shook his
head at the antics of his friends. These get togethers every couple of weeks
keep Harmony in his life had led to the Sunnydale group coming up every other weekend.
They would all hang out; go to the movies and usually dinner to round out the
day. Care packages would be brought to Spike and he always sent one back for Buffy.
He now had dozens of pictures of his girl hanging on the wall next to his bed.
Plus long letters reiterating the things they talked about on the phone
de
didn’t care. They were from Buffy and in the middle of the night when he felt
the loneliest they kept him going.
His love for her had only
grown in their time apart. A lot of time was spent with him fantasizing about
their future together. The lives they would lead, the children they would have,
and the places they would see together. With a laugh he admitted to himself of
even daydreaming about their wedding. Well, that and the honeymoon, of course.
Life was looking pretty good to him at the moment. The future was wide open for
both of them.
“Hate to break this up,
guys,” Angel said, catching a returned breadstick with one hand. “But we need
to get on the road soon.”
There were glances at their
watches and nods of agreement. Everyone started talking at once as they
gathered up their belongings and headed toward the exit. Lindsey grabbed the
leftover pizza to take back to the dorm for a snack. Spike laughed at him then deng
ng
it was a good idea reached over to grab the remaining wings. He opened the
pizza box and dumped them in.
“Those
joked. “Must be all the exercise your hand is getting.”
“You just think you’re
bloody hilarious, don’t you?” Spike retorted with a laugh. It didn’t really
matter because it was true. He hadn’t wanked off so much since puberty, but he
was going to stay true to Buffy no matter what it took.
The two friends headed
toward the exit with Spike following Lindsey. Something was tickling at him.
Like someone was watching him so he lifted his head to look around. He was
right. His eyes collided with Drusilla sitting at a table with another man in a
back corner. She arched a brow at him but he looked away without responding.
Hurrying his footsteps he made his way out of the restaurant. He hoped that the
man she was with was her new boyfriend and his days as her obsession was over.
That was what he hoped, but his gut told him to continue to be careful.
With one last glance at her
door to make sure it was locked, Buffy sat down at her computer. A shiver
coursed through her at what Spike was proposing they do. Over the last few
weeks they had developed quite the repertoire of phone sex games. Every fantasy
they could think of from phone sex operator to businessman and secretary had
been played out between them. This was taking it to a level she didn’t know if
she was ready for, but the ability to see
the man she loved again was too tantalizing to pass up.
Buffy typed in her screen
name and password to connect her to her messenger service. A smile danced
across her face when she saw Spike was already signed on. They would so get
into trouble for this, but she justified it with herself as not technically
seeing him or talking to him on the phone. This was totally different. An
invitation popped up to join HerHotDude in a private web cam chat. With heated
anticipation she accepted. Her eyes darted to the right side of her screen
where for the first time in weeks she could see Spike.
Her fingers traced his face
as her eyes filled with tears. She’d missed him so much.
“Hey, sweet baby, how are
you?” Spike typed to her.
“A whole lot better now that
I can see you,” B res responded.
They became lost in seeing
the other’s face for a few moments. Nothing else mattered but the instant
reconnection they had. It only reinforced both their convictions that they were
meant to be. They loved each other.
“So, what do we do now?
lol,” Spike sent.
“I know what I’d do if you
were here,” Buffy typed wishing there was a seductive font. She sighed. “I’d
hold you and kiss you all over.”
Spike spread his legs,
letting Buffy see the bulge developing in his jeans. How could she feel so
horny from looking at him on a computer screen? But she did. He was beautiful.
No shirt and a faded pair of jeans was all he was wearing. She licked her lips.
Their times together had been in the dark and this was the first time she could
really see him. Her eyes drifted over his form wishing she could press his hand
between her legs. Knowing he liked her bold, she forced her fingers to type,
“Undo your pants for me. Take out your big, thick cock for me.” She blushed
from the tip of her toes to her hairline. Her eyes fluttered close as she hit
send, but she couldn’t stand it. She had to peek.
“Take your shirt off,” He
sent back. His hand went to the button of his jeans and with a teasing slowness
he popped it open. He waited, gesturing to her with his free hand.
Buffy reached for the hem of
her shirt, drawing it over her head. She tossed her hair before looking back at
the screen. Spike was pulling the zipper down. She undid the front hook of her
bra. With a mutual grin, they pulled their respective garments out of the way.
“Wrap your hand around my
favorite lollipop,” Buffy typed, with a giggle. It sounded corny but figured he
might like it. To add a little more to the effect she flicked her tongue along
her finger before sucking into her mouth. She watched as he threw his head
back, wrapping his hand around his cock, and tugging on it. He started to draw
his hand up and down the shaft, but he returned to looking into the camera, right
into her soul, making her entire being quiver with wanting him.
Without thinking she scooted
her bottom to the edge of the chair. One hand slid up her belly to cup a
breast. His face lit up so she tweaked the nipple, pulling on it gently before
rolling it to a hardened tip. Remembering something Spike had requested during
one of their phone escapades, she licked her finger then drew the moisture
around the areola of the other nipple. Glancing up under her lashes she saw
Spike increasing the rhythm of his pumping. He was staring almost unblinking at
the screen watching her. It turned her on knowing she was turning him on.
Cupping her breasts she
leaned closer to the camera, teasing him with the view as she pressed them
together. When she saw him starting to pant, she flipped her hair back, lifted
her bottom up so she could slide her panties down her legs. It was so freeing
to be this open for Spike. He loved her so she felt safe to just let herself
go. It wasn’t just the sex. This was love and the sex was only a part of it.
And she wanted to make him happy.
“Do you want me to touch
myself?” Buffy sent. Her hands returning to slide along her thighs, pressing
them open to give him a good look at her dripping pussy. She was so wet that
she didn’t know if she could wait for his answer. But he couldn’t type. All she
received was a rapid nodding of his head. Not wanting to tease him anymore, she
let her fingers slide through her lips. She teased at her clitoris as she
watched him jerk himself off. There wasn’t time for anymore teasing as they
watched each other bring themselves to fulfillment.
By the time Buffy was
reaching the end, she was sliding fingers in and out of her wet channel while
the fingers of the other hand circled her clit. Spike’s eyes never left her.
Not even when he came, sending his hot ejaculation streaming down his hand. Her
tongue darted over her lips, wishing she could be there to lick it up.
“Your turn, pet,” Spike
typed with one hand. “Come on. Fuck your pretty little quim for me.”
She propped her foot up on
the desk, lifting her hips to meet the thrust of her fingers. Her head dropped
back as she brought herself to orgasm. Her body shook with the force of it. It
took a couple of minutes before she was able to collect herself. She sat up,
let her eyes meet his and with slow, deliberate moves she licked her cum from
her fingers.
“Oh, pet, you drive me
crazy,” Spike typed. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too,” Buffy
responded after wiping her hands with a towel.
They spent the next few
minutes giving each other some pillow talk before signing off. Buffy picked up
her clothes and headed for the shower. It was going to take some more personal
attention before she’d be able to sleep. She sent up a silent prayer that the
next few weeks would pass quickly. Spike needed to be with her.