Shot in the Dark

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Chapter 24: Trust
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Buffy feels his hand twitch over her heart, his entire body reacting to her words. As he opens his mouth to respond to her declaration, Buffy continues, her voice dropping lower. "And I want you." Her smile is slow and wide, and he is lost in it, words escaping him. He knows he needs to tell her how he feels, but she is destroying his ability to form coherent thought. Buffy's warm hand on his chest begins to move, but more noticeable is the swivel in her hips. Pinned beneath his weight, she can still manage to move in ways that are sending rapid fire signals to his brain, causing important wires to cross and short circuit.

"Buffy, I..." His voice is thick with the effort. For some reason, Buffy wants to wait to hear it. She knows what he wants to say to her and yet, for now, she simply wants to hold this moment in her hand and study it a bit longer. Her eyes glitter with mischief.

"Wait, Spike. I want to tell you something else first." His brows pull together briefly as he nods. "Come closer." He moves forward another few inches, mere breaths from her face. "A little closer." With one hand, she gently pulls and turns his head so his ear is nearly touching her lips. Spike feels a light warm breath on his ear as he waits for her next words. Instead, he suddenly feels her sink her teeth into his lobe. With Spike suitably off-guard, Buffy locks her legs tight around his waist and pivots, flipping him under her before he knows what is happening. When she lands, she has Spike's hands above his head. Spike struggles a little out of pure instinct. That smile is still on her face, seductive and dark. "Spike. Sweetie. If we keep doing this flippy thing, one of us is going to get dizzy. Maybe you should just let me be on top?" Buffy's voice drops on the word let, and they both know she is not asking. She is demanding, and she has the strength to back it up. Her powerful thighs squeeze a warning around his waist and Spike groans, his eyes rolling back in his head. He wonders why he would even bother to fight her at this point. This is some delicious form of torture and he's not keen on it ending anytime soon. Spike begins to realize that Buffy is done talking for the moment. He can go with that. If things go well, he will have plenty of time to tell her how he feels.

Spike lets his body relax under her iron grip. Buffy could swear his baby blues turn a shade darker as he gazes up at her. The tension in his muscles loosens and she feels her own muscles follow suit. "So..." His deep voice sends a shiver down her spine. He presses his tongue against the back of his teeth before speaking again. "Baby wants to play?"

Wetting her lips with her tongue, Buffy nods. She releases his hands above his head and sits up, legs straddling his waist. Spike's unneeded breath catches in his throat at the sight above him. Distant light washes her body, highlighting the shadows and valleys. The weight of her against his mounting erection is driving him mad. His hands come down to rest on her thighs, the tight lines of her flexed muscles traced by his strong fingers. He takes a firm grasp, digging his fingertips into her warm flesh as he drags up her legs to her waist. Spike sits up quickly, the distance between them too much. His hands continue their matching course up her body, reaching her soft breasts. Each hand circles, not quite touching the pliable skin.

Spike's mouth is open slightly, tongue caught between his teeth as his gaze jumps from Buffy's breasts to her eyes. She is holding her breath, letting him drive for now. Her muscles are coiled again under her golden skin, waiting, waiting to leap into action. On the next lazy circle around, Spike lets his thumbs graze her nipples, bringing them to full attention. Buffy's hands slowly rise from her sides to lay over his, covering them lightly, fingertips touching against the backs of his hands. He can feel her pulse against the back of his wrist, thrumming her warmth into him with each beat. She presses against his hands as he begins to move them again, tweaking her nipples and caressing the soft flesh of her breasts. The heat of her skin passes into his hands from above and below, and he wonders if he will lose track of himself inside this cocoon of warmth. Buffy presses herself closer to him, her skin colliding with his at the waist. The air sizzles and Spike nearly flinches at the contact. She is heating up like a supernova. Suddenly, Spike needs to feel all of her against him, each square inch of quivering flesh pressed against his. In the same movement, Buffy's arms lift to rest on his shoulders as his arms wrap around her, pulling her sharply against him. Her breasts crush up against his firm chest, and the contact becomes another source of the spark between them.

Spike takes a deep breath, his body shuddering with effort as he absorbs her warmth. He feels the muscles in Buffy's back flex and move and he fights the urge to clutch her tighter. Pressing her arms into his shoulders, she lifts herself up slightly. The action brings her breasts to Spike's mouth and he does not hesitate. His hands dig into her spine, holding her steady as his mouth dives forward. His tongue lashes out to kiss against her skin, taking one nipple in his mouth as she squirms against him. Buffy throws her head back, a low moan rolling up and out of her, her back arching in time with the sound. Spike continues worshiping her breasts with his lips and tongue, as her hands dig into his blond hair, clutching the platinum curls in her fingers. The insistence of his erection against her stomach is throbbing, calling to her body, driving her onward. Baring down on his shoulders, Buffy lifts herself just a fraction more, drawing his cock down to her opening. Poised in mid-air, she drops her eyes. As if she called his name, Spike lifts his azure gaze to meet hers in the moment she impales herself on him.

The combination of a moan and a sigh mingled from two throats rises into the still air of the crypt. They are motionless, eyes an inch apart, lips brushing, fingertips digging in, feeling every one of the million points of contact covering their bodies, lighting them from the inside. The urgency is there, but touched by something else. Something new and growing. A patience, a feeling of the future. They want each other right this second, but also for every second after this one. It gives them fire and peace all at once.

A smile dances across Buffy's mouth as she lowers her lashes. Spike bites his bottom lip, nuzzles against her gently. They melt into a kiss, brushing lips at first, releasing and re-connecting. Each touch a spark that shoots straight to their core. The moment of quiet passes as the heat begins to build. The kisses grow in power and intensity, tongues dueling and tangling. Both fight for dominance, but neither really wants to win. It's the battle they truly enjoy. They continue to kiss, mouths hungry for the taste of the other. Buffy's hands race through his blond hair, grasping and clutching in her lust. As she takes ahold of his bottom lip with her teeth and nips, the coppery smell of fresh blood fills Spike's senses. Buffy feels him harden impossibly inside her and his hips jerk. She smiles into his mouth and then lightly pulls her tongue across his lip, tasting the drop of blood. Immediately, she dives back into the kiss and hears the growl she was hoping for as her tongue touches his. The sweet hot blood enough, too much for him. His hands tighten their grip around her shoulders as his head dips to her neck, kissing and sucking down to her collarbone. Buffy throws her head back, pressing harder into him at and below the waist. She is teasing, taunting, daring him to take control. Baby does want to play.

The long column of her neck stretched in front of him, her breasts dancing in the cool air, the the incredible warmth and tightness of her around his cock... Spike is pushed until he gives. He has to move, he has to have her. With all his body tight as a spring, he dives forward, throwing Buffy of balance and onto her back, simultaneously driving himself so deep into her, she yelps. Her fingers twist in his hair, getting a grip. Her mind reels in pleasure, her success in drawing him flooding her body with new warmth. Her blond locks arrayed around her head, she smiles up at him, his chest heaving as he stares straight into her. Buffy's hand trail down his arms, fingertips dipping into each tight muscle, the skin stretched taut. His hands are planted on either side of her head, holding some of his weight off her for the moment. Buffy lets her hands dance further down and then slowly she moves them onto her own torso. Spike's eyes turn smoky as he waits for her next move. Somehow he doesn't expect what she does next. Her hands graze and caress the skin of her stomach before moving higher and higher. One hand squeezes her breast lightly, dragging her thumb over the nipple. He sees it begin to harden as she arches her back slightly in pleasure. Spike's throat goes dry and he struggles to swallow. Meanwhile, Buffy's other hand takes ahold of the other breast, gently massaging it. Her eyes slip closed as she continues to work over the silken flesh. Spike is mesmerized as he watches her pleasure grow, her breath shorten.

Buffy's eyes slide open, lids heavy. He is newly stunned by the sultry Slayer beneath him. Even after these several days of naked abandon, she continues to show him more and more. He lifts his left hand and reaches out to touch her breast, meeting her hand there. Together they squeeze and roll the flesh before she pulls him away from the breast and starts to move lower. The edge of Spike's mouth curls up, mimicking her smirk. The muscles in his right arm continue to flex and twitch, holding him steady above her. Buffy gently pulls his hand with her, slowly dipping into her navel and then onward in single-minded pursuit. Her hand on top, they reach the source of her heat, the apex. Buffy presses his hand into her hot flesh, just grazing their joining. The light contact makes Spike buck above her and all of a sudden the world moves back into realtime after the slow motion of the previous minutes.

The rush of her warmth and her scent drown him. He lifts and drives into her, once and hard. Buffy's grip on his hand tightens, pressing their flesh into her swollen clit again. She lifts her body to meet his on the next thrust. Driven so close to the edge already, they both know this won't last too long. Right now, they can get halfway to orgasm just looking at the other. Actual physical contact is almost too much to handle, sending surges of electricity through their linked systems. Buffy takes her other hand from her breast and snatches Spike around the neck, yanking his mouth to . H. He growls into her mouth, sending shivers down her entire body. His thrusts grow harder, driving her body into the floor with each one. Buffy links her legs around his waist, circling her clit with his hand in hers, their fingers tangling together in the slick warmth.

Their kisses are more like bites, each nipping at the other in a fierce display of lust. Buffy's body begins to fill with extra heat, slow ripples radiating from her core on out with growing speed and intensity. Her hand joined with his presses harder, faster as he times his thrusts to her demands. Spike knows he can go at any moment and he bites into his lip as they break their kiss with a gasp. Foreheads pressed against each other, eyes drawn to the other he drives into her one more time, feels the shockwaves hit her pelvis with a blunt force, shooting up his cock and into his system. Buffy screams and clutches tightly to him. The pull of her muscles is finally tand and and he comes with a deep groan, the low vibration of his growl sending mini aftershocks through Buffy's body.

Their bodies still twitching in pleasure, a sheen of sweat slicking them, Spike grins at Buffy. He pushes a wet strand of hair out of her eyes and tucks it behind her ear. She is gorgeous, skin glowing, cheeks flushed and she is smiling at him. Smiling just for him.

"Is it okay if I say it now, Buffy?" Before she answers, Spike rolls down off Buffy and pulls her into him, seeking to hold his little ball of energy inside the circle of his arms. Her heat issuing in waves, intoxicating him until he is sure his blood is flowing again. Raising herself on an elbow, Buffy looks at him. The deep deadly blue eyes, cheekbones you could cut yourself on, sweet full mouth and she wonders how she could have missed it before. Only it is not the looks she wonders at, it is the part you cannot see that he shows her in the set of his mouth, the tenderness of his eyes. The goodness he would as soon hide, but the truth is, he can no longer hide it from her. She loves him and has been granted an all access pass. So why not? Something inside her wants to trust him. He understands her, he knows her and he still wants to say it. And now she wants to hear it.

Nibbling on her bottom lip, Buffy meets his gaze again and nods.

"God, Buffy, I love you. I love you so much."


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