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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
22
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7,968
Reviews:
69
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Chapter Twenty
Thanks Jessica, Mariana, and shippy! I realized the lack of Spuffy, so this chapter if for you…
Spike sat alone in the dark, on his couch. Evidently where Drusilla had been several hours before. Dru. Bloody bitch. He was going on his sixth or seventh bottle of beer. He wasn’t doing well at all. He wasn’t sure what to think or what to day. He only wanted to see and talk to one person, and she was on her way.
SSSSSSSSSSS
Buffy wasn’t sure what to think when she got the phone call from Spike. He sounded so… distraught? Weary? Was there a hint of anger in his voice? She couldn’t put her finger on it. Whatever it was, he surely was not himself.
When she walked up the pathway to his house, she noticed that all of the lights were out. But his car was in the driveway, so he had to be there. He wouldn’t call her and just leave. She got to the door, ringing the doorbell, and only silence greeted her. She knocked, she called his name, and she assumed she made a somewhat spectacle of herself in front of his neighbors, if they were watching. Usually, wasn’t somebody always watching? Feeling frustrated, she called out again, “Okay, Spike. I’m coming in.” She turned the door knob. The door was open. With a shake of her head and feeling quite silly, she walked inside. As soon as she closed the door to the darkened house, he grabbed her from behind.
“Buffy, love. So glad you came.” He said, kissing the side of her neck. Buffy was shocked, and could smell the alcohol on him.
“Spike, what are you-"
“Shh. No worries now. As long as we’re together, everything will be fine. Right?” She turned around in his arms and looked at him with concern. She touched the side of his face, and he felt like sobbing. He didn’t; he merely sighed.
“What happened? Where’s Dawn?”
“At my father’s house. She came today, here.”
“Who? Who came here?” She asked gently.
“Drusilla. She thinks that I can’t see what she’s trying to do. She wants her, I know it.”
“Oh, Spike. I’m so sorry. But she can’t just-"
“Damn bitch. I won’t let her. What? She thinks she can just come here and- and… Buffy?” His eyes were glassy. She didn’t know what to do.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Help me. Please- help me forget. Help me forget everything.” So Buffy kissed him. She wanted so badly to help him. And it was… different. He was different. He was more insistent; more demanding. And he seemed… lost. He pawed and grabbed and pulled at her clothes as he backed her up towards the couch. She let him. In his ever more becoming frantic state, he managed to pull off her shirt and to pull down her pants and panties. Turning her around, he grabbed her torso with one hand, the other going straight towards her steadily becoming wet sex.
“Do you want it?” He asked huskily in her ear, his fingers performing some sort of magical spell on her sensitive nerves. She moaned in want before saying yes- twice. Removing his hand from her torso, he gently bent her over the arm of the couch. As he continued to rub and massage her, she could hear his belt buckle being undone and his zipper slowly coming down. Then she felt him nudging at her slick entrance. He placed both of his hands onto her hips, grasping her tightly as he slid all the way in. She gasped in surprise, though she wasn’t sure why. He started out slow.
“I can’t believe it. You stayed here in the darkness, with me.” He said, moving excruciatingly slow in and out of her.
“Spike.” She gripped the couch cushions.
“I think I’m falling in love with you Buffy. You saved me, from myself.”
“Spike.” She couldn’t think straight. She didn’t know what she would say even if she could. Then he started moving faster.
“Did you know that pet? It’ll never be her- never again. Just us, right? Right?” He knew he was babbling, but he wasn’t sure how much control he had over himself at the moment. He moved even faster.
“Yes. Yes. Oh Spike…” Buffy panted. She could feel him, deep inside of her, his flesh against her flesh, and she felt lost. To everyone. To everything- but him. Nothing but him. She felt good. Real good.
Spike wanted to let it all go so bad, but it was like he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t release himself. He didn’t know if it was the booze, or his emotional state, but he couldn’t finish. All he could do was to keep pumping away. Leaning over her, his chest to her back, he felt himself begin to cry.
“Oh Buffy. Luv please. Help me. I need you to help me…” He pleaded as he thrust into her. Buffy closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She felt his weight on her, in more ways than one.
“Spike. I need you too. I need you to come, deep inside of me. Please. Please, please, please.” She begged as she gasped. She clenched herself around him as he tensed and released, and released, and released himself into her. She felt herself let go too, and it felt freeing, and wonderful.
A/N: I hope that helped and wasn’t bad or anything. And I know, I still haven’t told what Drusilla wants Dawn to do, and I’m sure it’s not what you’re thinking… you’ll see…
Oh and NAKED ASSED SPIKE at BUFFY.NU!!!!!!! Dailies from “Wrecked” and “Smashed,” and the uncut sex scenes as well! “Dead Things” too! If you love JM, check it out.
Spike sat alone in the dark, on his couch. Evidently where Drusilla had been several hours before. Dru. Bloody bitch. He was going on his sixth or seventh bottle of beer. He wasn’t doing well at all. He wasn’t sure what to think or what to day. He only wanted to see and talk to one person, and she was on her way.
SSSSSSSSSSS
Buffy wasn’t sure what to think when she got the phone call from Spike. He sounded so… distraught? Weary? Was there a hint of anger in his voice? She couldn’t put her finger on it. Whatever it was, he surely was not himself.
When she walked up the pathway to his house, she noticed that all of the lights were out. But his car was in the driveway, so he had to be there. He wouldn’t call her and just leave. She got to the door, ringing the doorbell, and only silence greeted her. She knocked, she called his name, and she assumed she made a somewhat spectacle of herself in front of his neighbors, if they were watching. Usually, wasn’t somebody always watching? Feeling frustrated, she called out again, “Okay, Spike. I’m coming in.” She turned the door knob. The door was open. With a shake of her head and feeling quite silly, she walked inside. As soon as she closed the door to the darkened house, he grabbed her from behind.
“Buffy, love. So glad you came.” He said, kissing the side of her neck. Buffy was shocked, and could smell the alcohol on him.
“Spike, what are you-"
“Shh. No worries now. As long as we’re together, everything will be fine. Right?” She turned around in his arms and looked at him with concern. She touched the side of his face, and he felt like sobbing. He didn’t; he merely sighed.
“What happened? Where’s Dawn?”
“At my father’s house. She came today, here.”
“Who? Who came here?” She asked gently.
“Drusilla. She thinks that I can’t see what she’s trying to do. She wants her, I know it.”
“Oh, Spike. I’m so sorry. But she can’t just-"
“Damn bitch. I won’t let her. What? She thinks she can just come here and- and… Buffy?” His eyes were glassy. She didn’t know what to do.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Help me. Please- help me forget. Help me forget everything.” So Buffy kissed him. She wanted so badly to help him. And it was… different. He was different. He was more insistent; more demanding. And he seemed… lost. He pawed and grabbed and pulled at her clothes as he backed her up towards the couch. She let him. In his ever more becoming frantic state, he managed to pull off her shirt and to pull down her pants and panties. Turning her around, he grabbed her torso with one hand, the other going straight towards her steadily becoming wet sex.
“Do you want it?” He asked huskily in her ear, his fingers performing some sort of magical spell on her sensitive nerves. She moaned in want before saying yes- twice. Removing his hand from her torso, he gently bent her over the arm of the couch. As he continued to rub and massage her, she could hear his belt buckle being undone and his zipper slowly coming down. Then she felt him nudging at her slick entrance. He placed both of his hands onto her hips, grasping her tightly as he slid all the way in. She gasped in surprise, though she wasn’t sure why. He started out slow.
“I can’t believe it. You stayed here in the darkness, with me.” He said, moving excruciatingly slow in and out of her.
“Spike.” She gripped the couch cushions.
“I think I’m falling in love with you Buffy. You saved me, from myself.”
“Spike.” She couldn’t think straight. She didn’t know what she would say even if she could. Then he started moving faster.
“Did you know that pet? It’ll never be her- never again. Just us, right? Right?” He knew he was babbling, but he wasn’t sure how much control he had over himself at the moment. He moved even faster.
“Yes. Yes. Oh Spike…” Buffy panted. She could feel him, deep inside of her, his flesh against her flesh, and she felt lost. To everyone. To everything- but him. Nothing but him. She felt good. Real good.
Spike wanted to let it all go so bad, but it was like he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t release himself. He didn’t know if it was the booze, or his emotional state, but he couldn’t finish. All he could do was to keep pumping away. Leaning over her, his chest to her back, he felt himself begin to cry.
“Oh Buffy. Luv please. Help me. I need you to help me…” He pleaded as he thrust into her. Buffy closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She felt his weight on her, in more ways than one.
“Spike. I need you too. I need you to come, deep inside of me. Please. Please, please, please.” She begged as she gasped. She clenched herself around him as he tensed and released, and released, and released himself into her. She felt herself let go too, and it felt freeing, and wonderful.
A/N: I hope that helped and wasn’t bad or anything. And I know, I still haven’t told what Drusilla wants Dawn to do, and I’m sure it’s not what you’re thinking… you’ll see…
Oh and NAKED ASSED SPIKE at BUFFY.NU!!!!!!! Dailies from “Wrecked” and “Smashed,” and the uncut sex scenes as well! “Dead Things” too! If you love JM, check it out.