Shot in the Dark

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Chapter 28: Moonlight
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Spike stirs a few hours later, his natural wakefulness at night overcoming his post-orgasmic need for sleep. His body and years of experience tell him it is still early. Still before midnight. His anxiousness to find her, to have her got him into her arms awfully early. Lying on his back, Spike turns his head very slightly to see the object of his affection. He feels the now-familiar tightness in his chest as he sees Buffy. Asleep, she looks smaller, softer, more gentle. It’s hard to believe the power tucked away in this delicate creature.

Having crawled back into the bed a few hours ago, her head is resting on his chest, one arm draped over him, the other tucked under her chin. The rest of her body is curled into his, one leg slightly nudging into his side. Even the pressure of her skin on his wakes his arousal. A small pocket of warmth where her knee meets his hip, the line of her arm across his chest and he wants to wake her, ravage her. Spike sighs quietly and closes his eyes. His slight movement seems to jar her and he freezes. Though he wants her awake, he wants her to wake on her own this time. Not sure why, it just seems...polite? Spike bites back a snort. When did he start being polite? Tiny thing already has him whipped like a little vamp puppy. Buffy makes a soft mewling noise and her whole body twitches against him.

“Mmm...Spike...” Spike starts to answer, but realizes that Buffy is actually dreaming. About him. Despite the hours and hours of mind-blowing sex, this surprises him a bit. He is even there in her mind. In her subconscious. Wow. This is for real.

Her voice breaks into his thoughts. “Oh yeah...right there. Mmmmm...” Spike lifts his eyebrows. So, this dream’s like that, is it? The smirk is on his face before he can stop himself. Bloody male pride, can’t fight it. He fights the need to puff out his chest and congratulate himself since the subject of his pride is on said chest. She is still moving and Spike is finding it harder and harder not to reach out to touch her. She has one of his arms trapped underneath her, but it is wrapped around her back. “Oh god...ohh ohh...” In her sleep, Buffy’s voice is getting more husky, her breathing more rapid. Spike is becoming less able to control himself. And wondering why he is. Should he wake her or let her dream? She could have the real thing if she was awake. He is certainly ready to go. Her hand on his chest starts to move in a caress on his bare skin. Her right leg slips over his and between, sliding up and down slowly. Spike grits his teeth. Really not fair. “Spike! Don’t stop....oh, harder!” Her voice is piercing him, driving him to move, to take her into his arms. But he holds back and listens. The curiosity is too much. The dream is clearly picking up steam, if the movements of her hand and leg are any indication. Spike feels her whole body move in reaction to something Dream Spike is doing to her. She tenses and relaxes, then moans. But her breathing doesn’t slow and neither does the talking. “Oh. OH. OH!” Spike’s hands clench into fists. This is too bleedin’ much to ask. His Slayer is close to having a mind-shattering orgasm and he is only there in her mind! Buffy’s head moves and Spike suddenly feels something warm and wet against his ear. Her tongue. Oh for crying...she is licking his ear. Now nibbling the earlobe. And working her way back down his neck. Humming against it so he wants to crawl out of his skin with desire. Her hand moves from his chest to the side of his face, turning him towards her. Just as Spike is going to crack and wake her immediately, she pulls him into a kiss. Her mouth is warm and insistent and he forgets that she is dreaming as her tongue enters his mouth. Who cares if she is dreaming? He is feeling this kiss all the way down to his...no wait, how did her hand get down there so fast... Spike’s eyes pop open as he hears a sound he didn’t expect.

A giggle.

Buffy pulls back and meets his shocked blue eyes with her mischievous hazel. “Hi, Spike.” She smiles widely as he drops his mouth open. With a barely contained growl, Spike rolls her under him, pinning both her wrists above her head.

“Playing with me, luv?” He pretends to be mad, but is secretly thrilled. She squirms, pretending to struggle, but really just as secretly thrilled as Spike.

“You seem to like it, Spike...” His warning growl makes Buffy continue. “Well, truthfully, I was asleep and I started having this dream. About you.” Buffy lifts her legs, slowly wraps them around Spike’s waist. Letting her feet run down the backs of his legs, she continues. “And it was getting me so...well, I decided I wanted the real deal.” Buffy nibbles on her bottom lip, fully aware of the reactions her dream behavior and current actions are having on Spike. And loving it from the bottom of her Slayer heart. She remembers how his body tensed under her hand moments earlier. How she could feel the barely contained power struggling to burst free.

Buffy lets one foot roam slowly down Spike’s leg, digging her toes into his flesh slightly. “Not mad, are you?” She reaches up with one hand, letting a finger trace Spike’s jaw muscle lightly. Spike closes his eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation. “You couldn’t be mad at little ol’ me...”

“Mmm...’course not, pet.” Spike’s eyes roam over Buffy’s face and down her body, taking in her rapid pulse and flushed cheeks. She can see an idea forming. “Come on.”

Buffy cocks her head to the side in curiosity as Spike stands up and backs away from the bed and holds out his h T This is a twist. She smiles a little and gently places her hand in his. His grip is strong, and he runs his thumb gently over the back of her hand before pulling her off the bed and to her feet. With only a clear blue look and no words, he leads Buffy to the window of her room. Dropping her hand, Spike flings open the curtains, the nearly full moon flooding the room in silver blue light. Buffy blinks, amazed at the brightness. She turns to look at Spike, wondering why they are over here. He has taken a few steps back and the expression on his face has changed. The words in her mouth die on her tongue as she looks at him. Buffy finds herself wondering how she could have been so wrong about Spike for so long. That he could look on her with such sweetness, such love. It simply never occurred to her. Even seeing him with Dru did not prepare her for this. He loves her. ‘Oh god, he really loves me.’ The voice in Buffy’s head is dumbfounded at how quickly these feelings have developed and how tight a grip they have on her and on him. He moves toward her, circling behind and sitting on the window seat, his back to the glass.

Buffy turns around, facing Spike, the tiniest of smiles touching her mouth as she studies him.

Spike just stares. He thought she was made of sunlight and warmth, but now he can see the other side of her more clearly than ever. The cool silver light washes over her naked body, outlining her in grays and blues, highlighting her curves and valleys. “I just wanted to see you, luv.” He gestures towards the window, the moon low enough to see just above the trees. Unspoken is that he wanted to see her in his light, in his ‘daytime’. She nods and smiles.

The light turns his hair white, casts sharp shadows over his body. The unnerving illusion that he is made of stone, of ivory is in full force. She, as always, expects Spike to be cold to the touch, but he is not. Stepping closer, she reaches out to his cheek and it is cool, but not cold. And soft, not hard and unyielding. The illusion drops away. He may be undead, but he is still flesh and he does live. Not physically, but in every other way. He tastes the world around him, drinks it down in big gulps. Touches and tastes and scents, all devoured. And love. God, he loves. With bottomless devotion and passion. Buffy realizes how badly she wants that. How she has always envied his ability to love so hard it hurts, so furiously it burns. Looking on him in the light of the moon, she can start to feel that fire. And it feels good.

Buffy slides in between Spike’s legs and stands there, gazing down at him. With both hands now, she strokes the sides of his face tracing his cheekbones with her thumbs. Spike’s arms lift to circle her, hands curving into her backbone. She smiles, just a little and he matches it. The weight of his hands on her back is a welcome pressure. Dipping her head ever so slowly, Buffy brings her mouth down to his. Their lips brush once, twice and then the kiss takes hold. It builds in intensity quickly, their mouths seeking, and finding, that fire. Spike’s fingers dig into Buffy’s back and she tangles her fingers in his sleep-tousled curls. Without breaking the kiss, Spike’s hands slide down, hooking Buffy’s thighs and pulling her into his lap. She makes a noise into his mouth as she settles in to straddle his hips. Any question of his readiness is immediately erased. The night is his time and Spike is fully alert. Buffy smiles into the kiss before pulling back a few inches. Spike’s hands run back up her spine and into her hair, holding her still. “Thought you just wanted to see me?” Her grin is full of mischief and Spike answers her with one raised eyebrow.

“Buffy, luv, I’ve never been good at keeping my hands to myself.”

“Right. Less look-y, more touch-y. I knew that. One of the things I love about you.” She nibbles on his lip before diving back into the kiss. For just a moment, Spike disconnects from the moment as he turns her words over in his head. Does she even realize what she just said? She just threw it out there again. Not as if she didn’t mean it, no, as if she means it so much it comes out naturally. Arousal burns through Spike like wildfire. The growl rumbles up from his chest as he lifts her just enough. Just enough to drive himself home in one smooth motion, flush into her warmth. Buffy gasps, his movement so quick and so complete, she is taken off-guard. Her arms flail out slightly for balance and she ends up with her palms pressed against the cool glass of her window behind him.

The smile on his face sharpens his cheekbones, creases the skin around his eyes, those eyes twinkling in the moonlight. The ache in Buffy’s heart squeezes tight as he holds very still, filling her to the point where pleasure and pain meet. She pulls her palms away from the glass and rests them on Spike’s shoulders as she rolls and lifts her hips in one motion. Now it is her turn to smile as he gasps. Recovering quickly, Spike licks his bottom lip slowly before leaning forward, flicking his tongue out to tease her nipple. Buffy lifts herself slightly in reaction, then slams back down on him. They teeter back and forth, the giver and the recipient of pleasure, of mind-blowing sensation screaming over their skin. Halfway home already , Buffy and Spike rock into each other in the blue light. The quiet is broken by moans and gasps and the slide of skin on skin. Accelerated motion and breathing herald the moment they are driving towards with every clutch and squeeze. Buffy throws her head back, arching her back as she rides up and down on him, harder and faster, harder and faster until the night is shattered by her short, ragged half-screams. Holding and watching his Slayer, Spike follows quickly as her inner muscles pull him right over the edge. Collapsing against him, Buffy rests her cheek on Spike’s shoulder, her mouth just against the skin of his neck. Her breath pulses warm on his skin as he stands up, holding her to him. Leaning over the bed, he slowly releases her nearly limp body and she melts into the bedclothes, reaching out for him to join her. “Right back, luv.” With a few quick steps, Spike is back at the window. With one last glimpse outside and back over his shoulder at his lover cast in silver light, he pulls the curtains closed.

Back at the side of the bed, Spike looks down into Buffy’s eyes for a few intense moments before slipping back into bed. He hates to let go of the night, knows that when the day comes, they will face more questions, tough questions. Questions of how this will work, how they can be together. Right now, he has no questions. As Buffy’s arms slide around, pulling him to her, he has the only answer he needs.


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Author's Note: Bansheeh, thanks for your continuing great comments! So glad you are enjoying the fic. I hope others will follow your lead and give me some reviews. :) -Tiana