Just love me...

Title: Just love me… (1/?)
Author: Valeria (valepuiguy@yahoo.com)
Rating: R and NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Fox. I just borrow them.
Romance/Drama/Some Fluff. (This chapter: romance and just a bit of drama).
Time: Middle of season 6.
Pairing: B/S (Spuffy, of course)
Feedback: Yes, please! It’s my first fanfic, so try not to be too cruel :P
Summary: A new evil power invades Sunnydale and takes Spike with him.
“Love? What’s love without passion, tears and devotion? Drama, action, romance and adventure, mix up in this fantastic story. Would you choose between them? She won’t choose one. She’ll do everything, to save the man she fell in love with.”
Author’s note: This chapter will be easier to read. I’ll tell you when there is a dream, and when there is not. Note: Cursive sentences are Buffy’s dreams.

Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
Spike: Well, I haven't been to a Hell dimension just of late, but I know a thing or two about torment
Buffy: I was happy.
Spike: I don't ...
Buffy: Wherever I ... was ... I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything, nothing had form... but I was still me, you know? And I was warm and I was loved... and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand about dimensions or theology or any of ...but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not.
Spike: Buffy--
Buffy: I was torn out of there. My friends pulled me out. And everything here is bright and hard and violent... Everything I feel, everything I touch...this is Hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that...knowing what I've lost ...
(After Life).

“I need your body, I can feel it. I need your love, I don’t know why. I need your strength, to protect me, I need you passionately .”

Buffy was trying to sleep, but still couldn’t. She started moving on her bed.
“Buffy,” she heard.
“Spike…” she said, moving and stretching her arms. She felt warm between her legs. She could feel him over her body, kissing and touching her. She bit her lip when she tried to catch him. . However, he just vanished each time she tried, so she desisted.
She felt secure, warm and loved. He really wasn’t there, but she could still feel him. She could feel his presence: his hands between their bodies; between her thighs; pressing her clit while he kissed her neck.
She started sweating. The heat was unbearable. She put a pillow between her legs when she felt the juice between her thighs and an orgasm coming on.
He touched her clit again, and then pressed downwards with his finger. Then, he placed it inside her, and started fucking her, slowly, and then faster…
She screamed when she came, and then woke up. She had her hands and a pillow between her hot, wet thighs. She was sweating although there was nobody else in her room.
“Oh God!” she said, staring at her ceiling.
Five minutes later she had gotten dressed. She needed to talk to Spike
This can’t be really happening… she thought. Jumping through her bedroom window, as she had so many times in the past, she headed out to find Spike. Her panties were still wet, and the heat was rising inside her again.

*

Spike had left Buffy’s house feeling a bit angry.
“So she mocks me ‘cause I love her, huh? Bollocks... Bloody slayer... bloody... hot... Slayer... AAAARRRRGGGHHH,” he shouted, raising his arms impatiently and angrily.
He arrived at the crypt ten minutes later, after crossing the cemetery.
“I have to forget her... yeah,” he said, smiling. ”I’ll remember old times with Dru... Yeah, it’s a good idea... No more games, no more “nice” Spike... I’ll find a partner... like before... yeah... and I’ll kill... like old times... I’ll KILL THE SLAYER... I DO NOT LOVE HER!!!”
“Right? Yeah... Oh, bollocks” he said, resigning himself to the worst part of his fantasy. This is gonna be hard, he thought, sitting on the couch and turning the TV on.

*

Buffy was trying to decide what to tell Spike.
‘Ok... think Buffy... not about sex... Ok... I will just ask him if he had some kind of spell done... or something else, lately... yeah, that’s it. It must have been a spell... it’s always a spell... right? Damn! What if I love him!? What?! What am I saying for God Sake!? But… the premonition?’
She entered his crypt, slamming the door behind her.
“Slayer, I really don’t have time for...” – he stopped wrinkling his nose and looking at her – “Slayer... what a surprise...” he added, standing up and walking towards her, slowly.
“Spike! Don’t...”
“Don’t what? I’m not doing anything,” he said while he approached, getting closer and closer to her.
“I’ve had a really bad night, Spike.”
“Really...” he said, almost touching her. Sniffing, he told her, “It doesn’t seem that bad…”
“Did you make a spell… or do something to me?”
“Wha... what?” he said, stopping his movements. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know... I’m feeling this weird thing. I had a really bad and strange dream… so, I’m asking you: did you make a spell? Some kind of love spell… or something?”
“What a bitch you are, Slayer!” he said, walking through the crypt.
“Hey!”
“Why you always think it’s my fault? Of course, it’s always me. You feel something, you’re realizing that you feel something for me, and the first thing you do is ask me if I made a spell! You cannot accept your feelings for me!”
“What? What feelings??? Listen to me! This has to be a spell! Why would I feel this way about you???” she said, walking towards him. “I can’t feel this! Not for you! It has to be...”
“What about love?” – he asked in low voice.
“What?” She looked at him.
“Nothing...”
“No... you said ‘What about love?’”
He didn’t respond.
“Spike!” she said, walking towards him and catching his shoulder to look into his eyes. She had tears in her eyes; tears he never saw.
“What?” he said, looking the floor. “You think I cannot be loved by anyone?”
“Spike, I didn’t...”
“That just because I’m dead, it means I don’t have a heart?” Now, he had tears in his eyes.
“No Spike, I never said...” But he turned around and walked towards the stairs.
“Damn it!” she said, following him.
She went downstairs; it was dark. She remembered this place: she had only been here once, when he had tied her and Drusilla up. He had made a few changes since then: the pictures of her were gone. Now there were some candles, and it looked pretty nice, almost normal.
She found him in a dark corner, his back to her. He was seated on his bed.
“Spike?” she asked, moving closer.
“Go away.”
She realized that he had been crying; noticed it by the sound of his voice. She climbed into the bed and movedardsards him. He was looking at a picture.
“What’s that?” she asked, slowly.
“Nothing,” he said, hiding himself more in the darkness. “Leave me alone.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, putting her hand on his arm.
“No you aren’t,” he said, trying to avoid her touch. She approached his back, and put her chin on his shoulder. He had a glass of whisky in one hand. “This was my mother,” he finally said. Buffy looked the old picture he had in his hand.
She was really beautiful.
“It’s the only picture I have, he added, drying his tears off his face.
“What about those pictures of me you used to have?” she said, looking around.
“Oh, I sold them. There were four or five pics of you in underwear, and Clem and a couple of demons gave me a few dollars for them.”
“YOU WHAT???”
Spike started laughing.
“Just kiddin’, pet... ha ha... you should‘ve seen your face. Oh God!! Ha ha, I’ll never forget that.” He started laughing again.
“Oh, so you think it’s funny...”She jumped over him and they started to turn around on the bed. Spike was still laughing and Buffy was giving him little “blows” to his chest that tickled him. When they stopped she found herself on the top of his chest and they were both resting on the bed. He smiled and looked into her eyes. She smiled back.
“You know, I’ve never done this with a Slayer.”
“What, let yourself be tickled?”
Ha ha. “Yes. I have killed slayers; bitten them; drank from them, but this… this is really new.”
He glanced at the ceiling, hearing her heart beat. Then he hugged her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, suspiciously.
“Nothing... does it bother you?”
“No...” she said, smiling.
And then, she realized what she was doing. Unintentionally she had placed his leg between her thighs. He would be able to feel the heat radiating from her panties through her pants.
“Buffy... what... are you... doing?” he asked, raising his head to look at her, and trying to calm down his own reactions.
“I... I don’t know...” she responded, looking at him. ‘Why am I doing this?’ she thought. ‘I’m… scared…?’
“Don’t be...” he told her, reading her mind and the expression on her face. She was trembling. The heat of her body was driving him nuts. He started kissing her neck, and rolled her onto her back.
“Spike?” she asked.
“Yeah?” he said, looking at her. She looked a bit ashamed.
“Do you... want me...?” She needed to hear it, at least one more time.
He looked at her, a bit surprised.
“You know I do, always. You are smart” – he kissed her neck – “beautiful” – he kissed her cheek – “strong...” – he kissed her lips.
She smiled at him. And then she fell the heat rising in her body, like a wave. She knew she wanted him, but she didn’t know why. ‘Could it be love? Why not? The idea wasn’t impossible…’
“That’s all what I needed to know...” she told him.
“Why?” he asked, feeling as if he could hug her for all eternity.
“For telling you what I needed to.”
“What?” he said, feeling his erection press against his pants.
She brought her mouth close to his ear.
“I need you…”
Those were were the only words he needed to hear. He kissed her passionately, but she stopped him.
Something in her head, was telling her ‘This is wrong’. “Spike...”
“Shhhh…”
“No it’s not,” she thought, again.
He sat up, with Buffy on his lap and her legs around him. He kissed her neck and took her leather jacket off. The leather was making her and sweaty.
He discoverd that she only had a bra on under her coat. He looked questioningly at her.
“Well... the night was really hot.” she explained, covering herselfup again with the coat, a bit ashamed.
“Don’t.” He grabbed her hands and stopped her movements. “You are really beautiful.”
She smiled, flushing.
“The night was really… hot,” she said while he kissed her neck.
“I see... that’s why you arrived here all… soaked?” he mockingly asked, placing her on her back again and smiling. He started kissing her stomach very slowly.
“You know... I had a dream... that’s why i came here...”
“What kind of dream?” he inquired, laughing and kissing her at the same time. While he kissed her he quickly took off all of his clothes.
“Well, you were there.”
He smiled in secret.
Her legs were trembling, and with all those tender kisses, the unbearable heat, the sweat and Spike over her, she was loosing her mind. She just needed him closer. She slid both of her hands under him and hugged his body, feeling him closer than ever, with his erection against her pants, right over her entrance.
“Shhhhhh, it’s ok pet, I’m here,” he said, trying to calm her down.
“Will you stay with me?” she asked.
“Always,” he promised, looking at her. He kissed her shoulder.
“I’m cold,” she said.
He smiled and picked a blanket.
“Vampire. Remember?”He was still over her and had never moved. She loved that; his body covering hers, the warmth of both hearts... She buried her face in his neck. He felt a tear.
“Shhhh… I’m here…” he said, hugging her body. “I’ll always be here.”
“Always?” she asked.
He nodded, breathing into her neck.
“Hmmmm,” she said.
“What?” he asked, smiling at her again.
“Now it is too hot...”
She slid both of her hands under his body, and then put them between her thighs, using her fingers to press her pants against her clit.
“Hey,” he said in low voice, grabbing her hands and smiling at her. “Let me do it; that’s my job. Unless... you have changed your mind?”
She smiled. “Never.”
He moved her hand and put it aside, very tenderly. Then he kissed her low stomach and starto uto unbutton her pants. He started kissing her pelvis above them.
Her first reaction was to raise her pelvis, urging him to kiss more. He took off her pants.
He could see an _expression of pure desire on her face. Her panties were all wet. Just with a touch, she would experience mad ecstasies. She wanted him inside of her.
He climbed over on top, watching her: so innocent, so beautiful and so sensible. The wrong touch could ruin everything, so he carefully unhooked her bra and started kissing her neck. Then he moved to her cheek, her breasts and her nipples, massaging them with his tongue. He descended his hand towards her pelvis, and then put it below her panties, massaging her wet clit. He could feel her coming, so he whispered in her ear: “Not yet!”
“I need it.”
“I know… I can do something about that…”
“Can you?” she asked, smiling. He put her hand on his hard cock. She took a deep breath, trying to control herself.
“Hmmm... delicious...” she said, “but... it’s not working.”
He smiled, and kissed her. While he massaged her with his tongue he put his finger on her wet entrance and pushed it inside. She started to come furiously, so he kissed her more to calm her a bit. She started to beg for him to put it in.
He smiled. ‘Oh, so you wanna play…?’ she thought, ’Okay, let’s play.’ ‘Bastard wants me to beg for him? Wants me to beg? I’ll make you beg,’ she thought again, smiling.
She grabbed his cock, very hard, and started massaging it from his balls to the tip.
She knew it was driving him crazy.
He could feel himself of the verge of madness.
She knew he liked it…
He buried his face in her neck, begging for more. He saw a vein pulsing in rhythm of her heart beats, right under her hair. He asked himself if a new experience would drive her mad. ‘Why not?’ he thought. He surged inside of her at the same time as his vampire face emerged, and bit her neck.
“Unh!… Spike!” she yelled, surprised. But he didn’t stop. And neither did she. “Hmmmm, I like that…”
‘You do, don’t you?’ he thought. “That’s my slayer.” He started a rhythm with his own body, inside and out of her.
When she begged for more he picked her hips with his hands and introduced his cock deeper.
“More!” she yelled.
He increase the pace of his thrusts, inside and out of her, holding her hands over her head and drinking more blood from her neck. ‘Faster and deeper,’ he thought. They both came with a moan. He buried his face in her neck, exhausted.
“Well, that was new…” she said. He smiled.
“You loved it.” he said, and she smiled back.
She caressed his hair while he kissed her neck. They both smiled to each other.
Then he looked at her.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, curious.
“What?” she asked, caressing his shoulder.
“This,” he said.
She thought about an answer for a minute. “I don’t know,” she told him, while caressing his cheekbone and then his lips.
He kissed her fingers.
“Maybe you were right.”
“About what?”
“What about love,” she said.
He looked at her, surprised, raising his head.
“I don’t know...” she said, smiling and flushing at the same time. “Maybe I do, who knows...”
“I do.” He kissed her cheek. Then he looked at her and asked, “Why were you crying today? I felt a tear… a warm one,” he added, caressing her cheek.
She put his arms around her. –“I don’t know… I’m tired…”
He knew she still felt pain. He kissed her forehead.
“I just…” she said. He looked at her. –“Would you...?” she asked, without looking at him.
“What? You can tell me.”
“Would you stay with me?”
“Always,” he said. He was still inside her, so he pulled his cock out. “Are you ok?” he asked when he saw an expression of pain on her face.
“I’ll be fine.” She smiled at him.
“Maybe I was too rude.”
“No...” she said, her eyes closed. –“You were great.”
“Really…” he asked, smiling at her.
“Yeah, really…” she told him, smiling also. Then she looked up at him. She had some tears in her eyes. “Don’t go away... please...?”
“I won’t... I love you… you know that.” He hugged her, pulling her face against his comforting chest.
“You do?”
“Buffy!” he said. She smiled. “Of course I do… you will be ok,” he told her. –"I promise. I will be with you. Always.”
“Promise?”
“I swear it.” She was so tired that she simply fell asleep in his arms as he watched over her.
He knew she was suffering in thisel wel world. He would have to take care of her. He smiled; he liked the idea of Buffy in his life. ‘Yeah,’ he thought, ‘But, what about love?’
He kept her warm all night with his kisses and caresses. “I love you” he whispered to her again.
“Thank you” she said, smiling at him, still sleeping and dreaming. Then he slept too, hugging and loving her.
‘She loves me, she said,’ were his last thoughts

TBC