When You See Me Again
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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3,270
Reviews:
5
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Chapter 21
Chapter 21
They had gone to Giles, Buffy and the Ensouled one. He had let them borrow his car, after much deliberation of whether or not Spike was capable of driving now.
The road on the way to Gilroy was a quiet one, at first. About a third of the way there, Spike decided to do the talking.
“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“What if I told you that you could change the world?” He glanced over at her.
“Then I would have to say that it’s a pretty regular occurrence where I come from. Why?” She turned in her seat to face him.
“Well, the thing is, pet, we’re going to do something that won’t make much sense, but I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and this is what we need to do. And, well, there’s the whole thing that you fucked me, sort of.” He sighed.
“Well, let’s start with the first one, okay?” She smiled.
“No, let’s work on the second. The first won’t make a difference for a while.”
“Ohhkaay.” She blew her bangs up out of her face and looked out the window.
“Did you like it?” He looked over to her and waited for a response.
“Yeah, I mean I thought it was you, but then he was all like, ‘I love you.’ That pretty much cemented my guess.” She paused. “Would it help if I said I was really, really, sorry?”
He thought about that a minute, “Would it help if I told you I’m not really used to you saying you’re sorry?”
“I guess.” She looked down again.
“I have to tell you, though. The thought that you and him got it on now, well, makes me a little proud. You know, after all, we didn’t do anything until a year from now at least.” She smirked, he continued. “I wanted to be with you the minute I got here years ago, but then I wasn’t sure that it would be alright considering the circumstances.”
She smiled. “I’d have to agree that when you got here it wasn’t the best time, but you know now? Why?”
He looked in the rearview mirror and signaled to pull into a deserted rest stop. Spike unbuckled his seat belt and scooted closer to her. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Can I taste you, even if it’s for the last time?”
She pulled back and looked into those same eyes that had seemed to look into her soul every time they spoke to each other. She nodded and leaned in to kiss him. It was the barest of touches at first, and when he finally pushed his tongue in, she welcomed him, gladly.
Buffy ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to eat him, and grabbed him by the t-shirt. It was frenzied after that, going on for a long time. He would pull away to lick her, suckle her, and she would shove him back to where he would stay for a while.
Her hands went south to his belt, undoing it like a pro, he thought, something to ask her about later.
His hand went up her shirt, almost ripping the fabric, almost like he was crazed.
She climbed out the door when she pulled away, running over to the other side. He threw his door open. His duster fell to the ground, and they collapsed on top of it.
Spike had undone his pants somewhere in the mess and she had shoved her thong out of the way. No words were spoken, they both wanted this fast, just like the other one had been for her.
She climbed on top of him and slammed herself down. Hard. They both yelled, and he pushed himself up farther, maybe thinking there was somewhere else for him to go. She clenched his cock, milking him, and she wasn’t even moving yet. Just like he remembered.
“Buffy?”
With a loud moan, she started moving in her answer. Hard, slick, and hot. They met in the middle, grinding them selves against one another, no care for pain. He reached up to flip them over and she pinned him down. Rapidly, the release they both needed so badly built up inside them. It came over so quickly, she was pouring down his dick, shuddering and crying out. It was a good thing he didn’t need to breathe, for when she came, he was squeezed so hard, he would have stopped breathing for sure.
When it was over, she crawled off of him, kinda. Buffy laid her leg over him and curled around him like a big cat. She played with his stomach, which was uncovered, and sometimes let her hand stray down to his groin, where, even though he was messy, she dipped and curled her hand around him.
They lay like that for a while, and then decided that since it would soon be dawn, they would get a motel room where no burning would occur. So, they went a little farther down the road, and did just that.
Then maybe they could talk for a while. Just maybe.
They had gone to Giles, Buffy and the Ensouled one. He had let them borrow his car, after much deliberation of whether or not Spike was capable of driving now.
The road on the way to Gilroy was a quiet one, at first. About a third of the way there, Spike decided to do the talking.
“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“What if I told you that you could change the world?” He glanced over at her.
“Then I would have to say that it’s a pretty regular occurrence where I come from. Why?” She turned in her seat to face him.
“Well, the thing is, pet, we’re going to do something that won’t make much sense, but I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and this is what we need to do. And, well, there’s the whole thing that you fucked me, sort of.” He sighed.
“Well, let’s start with the first one, okay?” She smiled.
“No, let’s work on the second. The first won’t make a difference for a while.”
“Ohhkaay.” She blew her bangs up out of her face and looked out the window.
“Did you like it?” He looked over to her and waited for a response.
“Yeah, I mean I thought it was you, but then he was all like, ‘I love you.’ That pretty much cemented my guess.” She paused. “Would it help if I said I was really, really, sorry?”
He thought about that a minute, “Would it help if I told you I’m not really used to you saying you’re sorry?”
“I guess.” She looked down again.
“I have to tell you, though. The thought that you and him got it on now, well, makes me a little proud. You know, after all, we didn’t do anything until a year from now at least.” She smirked, he continued. “I wanted to be with you the minute I got here years ago, but then I wasn’t sure that it would be alright considering the circumstances.”
She smiled. “I’d have to agree that when you got here it wasn’t the best time, but you know now? Why?”
He looked in the rearview mirror and signaled to pull into a deserted rest stop. Spike unbuckled his seat belt and scooted closer to her. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Can I taste you, even if it’s for the last time?”
She pulled back and looked into those same eyes that had seemed to look into her soul every time they spoke to each other. She nodded and leaned in to kiss him. It was the barest of touches at first, and when he finally pushed his tongue in, she welcomed him, gladly.
Buffy ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to eat him, and grabbed him by the t-shirt. It was frenzied after that, going on for a long time. He would pull away to lick her, suckle her, and she would shove him back to where he would stay for a while.
Her hands went south to his belt, undoing it like a pro, he thought, something to ask her about later.
His hand went up her shirt, almost ripping the fabric, almost like he was crazed.
She climbed out the door when she pulled away, running over to the other side. He threw his door open. His duster fell to the ground, and they collapsed on top of it.
Spike had undone his pants somewhere in the mess and she had shoved her thong out of the way. No words were spoken, they both wanted this fast, just like the other one had been for her.
She climbed on top of him and slammed herself down. Hard. They both yelled, and he pushed himself up farther, maybe thinking there was somewhere else for him to go. She clenched his cock, milking him, and she wasn’t even moving yet. Just like he remembered.
“Buffy?”
With a loud moan, she started moving in her answer. Hard, slick, and hot. They met in the middle, grinding them selves against one another, no care for pain. He reached up to flip them over and she pinned him down. Rapidly, the release they both needed so badly built up inside them. It came over so quickly, she was pouring down his dick, shuddering and crying out. It was a good thing he didn’t need to breathe, for when she came, he was squeezed so hard, he would have stopped breathing for sure.
When it was over, she crawled off of him, kinda. Buffy laid her leg over him and curled around him like a big cat. She played with his stomach, which was uncovered, and sometimes let her hand stray down to his groin, where, even though he was messy, she dipped and curled her hand around him.
They lay like that for a while, and then decided that since it would soon be dawn, they would get a motel room where no burning would occur. So, they went a little farther down the road, and did just that.
Then maybe they could talk for a while. Just maybe.