Shot in the Dark

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Chapter 29: Come Back
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The room grows warmer with morning light. Buffy moans quietly, rolling over. The sinking feeling that she should probably be somewhere besides in bed is confirmed by the time on her alarm clock. She curses silently, hoping Willow will share her notes from yet another missed class. Buffy’s eyes move from the clock to the reason for her delinquency. In the filtered morning light, all blond and peaceful, he is nearly angelic. The slight pull in his mouth, almost a smirk in his sleep, spoils the illusion. Buffy’s eyebrows lift. And the location of his hand at the moment really shatters that thought. He is awake. In more ways than one if that poke in her side is any indication.

Buffy realizes they are quite caught in this cycle. Having sex, sleeping, having more sex. But god, she does not want off this merry-go-round. Ever. And today, well, she’s not going anywhere ‘til they have at least one more round. Wiping the grin off her face, Buffy feigns sleep, letting herself go limp. She’s not getting off this ride until the music officially stops. Spike’s hand continues to roam. Drawing on every ounce of her willpower, she resists responding, though her body is screaming for him.

Spike’s voice nearly does her in. “Buffy.” Deep and gravelly, it never ceases to elicit some kind of reaction, but this time she fights it, remains motionless. “Oh dear, looks like the Slayer is still sound asleep.” Buffy feels his hand start to move back up her body and barely manages to contain her sound of protest. She feels the bed move as Spike shifts his weight. “Nothing for it than to just get up, I guess.” The tone in his voice is so obvious. He is on to her. She never realized in the time she’s known Spike how much fun he can be. Playful was never a word that sprung to mind in the presence of the blond vamp. But wait, Buffy realizes he really is getting up out of bed. She pries one eye open to peek around and sees an incredibly gorgeous backside heading away from her. Away from her? Ack! Both of Buffy’s eyes pop open.

“Spike.”

“Talking in her sleep again. Cute…bit daft, but cute.” Spike stops and stretches his arms above his head. Buffy feels her heart flutter as she watches the muscles in his back ripple.

“Spike!”

Spike runs his hands through his hair, glancing over his shoulder at her. “Mmm, Slayer? Thought you were asleep.” Turning on his heel, he faces her, lightly rubbing one hand across his ripped abs. Buffy feels herself begin to salivate.

“You did not.”

“’Course I did. Would I call you daft if I thought you were awake?” His eyes twinkle, his body gold-edged in the early light.

“Absolutely.” She grins at him. That’s her playful Spike. Seriously, who knew? “Now get your ass…and the rest of you…back in this bed.” Buffy puts on a mock stern face and points at the spot on the mattress next to her.

“Oho…that an order, luv?” Spike puts his hands on his hips, pretending to glare at her. “Vamps don’t take orders from Slayers. ‘Specially not naked ones…” He licks his bottom lip, slow and sensuous.

Buffy gets that way down naughty feeling she is growing to love. She swings her legs off the bed, perching on the edge. Looking up at him through her lashes, she says, “Actually, the Slayer, naked or not, is the one person vamps should take orders from, luuuv.” Her mimicking of Spike’s accent on the last word nearly causes Spike to crack up. “Particularly one smart-ass, bleached blond, sexy with a side of annoying vampire like yourself.” She raises one eyebrow, throwing down the challenge with that tiny movement.

Spike purses his lips, gives the Slayer the once-over before taking a step backwards towards the door. Buffy’s eyes widen slightly, but she is determined to win this battle of wills, playful or not. “Hold it.” Her vois sts straight from patrol, firm and commanding. Meaning to ignore it, Spike still hesitates slightly. Lifting both eyebrows briefly, Spike spins slowly and reaches for the doorknob.

With moves that would make a vamp dizzy, Buffy shoots across the room. Her back slams into the door, effectively halting Spike in mid-reach. He jumps slightly, glancing over his shoulder, gauging the distance the Slayer just covered. “Impressive, pet. Maybe you should patrol naked. I think it makes you faster.”

Buffy’s lips slip into a pout. She shakes her head, brushing off his “suggestion”. “Thought I told you to come back to bed.”

“And I thought I told you I don’t take orders well.” The blue eyes dance, the duel between them causing his arousal to grow. This is how it has always been with the Slayer. Kick, block. Punch, duck. Action and reaction. Push and pull. He loves it.

Her voice drops, dripping with honey. “Not even from me?” One eyebrow pops up, punctuating her question.

Spike starts to say, ‘Especially from you’, but he stops himself. He wants to slap himself in the head for almost taking the game too far. He does bloody well want the Slayer to take him back to bed. Time to lower the resistance a touch.

He cocks his head at her, taking in the tousled blonde hair, the searing green eyes, the perfect little pink mouth. God, she is sexy in the morning. He matches her voice’s intention, but drops it an octave. “What did you have in mind?”

Buffy’s smile stretches across her face. She wins this one. Only he’s not exactly going to lose, either. Leaning forward, she draws Spike closer with only her eyes. Soon, their lips meet and the sparks finally find a place to take fire. Buffy draws a breath, deepening the kiss after a few seconds. Spike’s hands go to her waist, clutching the soft skin there. While the kiss continues to grow more heated, Spike feels Buffy’s hands go to his shoulders. Innocent enough until she exerts a bit of Slayer strength. His defenses lowered from the kiss, he barely reacts as she grabs a hold and spins him around, switching positions. His back smacks against the bedroom door and his eyes pop open as their kiss breaks. Spike starts to protest, but the vixen is out in full force. He quickly closes his mouth at the burning look Buffy is delivering, her mouth parted and wet. Slowly, she brings one finger to her mouth, shushing him. He closes his mouth, swallows hard.

Very quiet, very sweetly, Buffy whispers, “Close your eyes, Spike.” In a sharp turnaround, Spike follows Buffy’s order without a word of protest. His eyes slam shut. Buffy smiles before stepping back one step, taking him in. Admiring the slopes and planes of his body, the curves of muscle and the stretches of firm ivory skin. Stepping forward, she brushes her lips against his, but moves away quickly. Spike reaches forward to grab her.

“Ah-ah! Not yet.” Spike slowly withdraws his hands, the muscle in his jaw clenching. Patience has never been one of his virtues.

Stepping back into Spike’s circle of space, Buffy returns to the kiss, keeping it light and gentle. She moves from his mouth and up his jaw line to his ear. Baring her teeth, she nibbles on his earlobe, whispering, “You still want to leave, Spike?” Her body slides against his and he is covered in her warmth.

“No, Slayer. Think I’ll stay a bit longer.” Even in this position, Spike is cocky. Buffy opens her mouth, lets her top teeth drag down his neck, lightly scoring the skin there. Spike shudders slightly with the effort of not grabbing her. The Slayer has asked him to exercise entirely too much self-control in the last few hours. Just as he ponders disobeying Buffy’s commands, he feels something warm and wet a bit lower than his neck. Straightening suddenly, he realizes Buffy’s mouth has encircled one of his nipples, delicately licking and nipping there before moving to the other one. Meanwhile, her hands have taken to roaming a bit lower. Spike gasps when one of her tiny hands closes around his cock, already quite firm. Slowly, she glides her hand up and down, pumping him to full attention. He can feel her smile against his chest, her lips dancing over the skin stretched taut. Her tongue zips out, teasing his skin, wetting it and then lightly blowing over the surface. Buffy releases his erection long enough to place both her hands flat on his stomach.

Before he can even breathe in protest, he feels the reason for her hand moving. Spike slams his head back against the wall, every tendon in his neck bulging as her soft, wet tongue touches the head of his cock. Her tongue touches, tastes, teases the head as Spike’s hands clench and unclench by his sides. Finally, she takes the head in her mouth, lightly sucking, sweeping her tongue underneath. He moans and Buffy takes it as her cue to carry on. She takes him further into her mouth and Spike’s eyes roll back in his head. As she begins to suck in earnest, he thanks whoever is out there for giving the Slayer such amazing control over her body and now over his. Up and down, she draws him close to climax in amazingly rapid fashion. Just as Spike thinks he should stop her before things come to a crashing end, he realizes it is much too late. His hands shoot out, grabbing onto her shoulders, forgetting all about the no touching rule. Spike has to brace himself because Buffy is not relenting. The pressure builds in him and with one last pull from her, he lets go, coming with a loud groan and pressure on her shoulders bound to leave ten little bruises. Buffy stays where she is, swallowing everything he can dish out. Finally, when Spike is totally spent, she pulls back, her tongue delicately washing the end of his cock. Sitting back on her heels, Buffy looks up at Spike. Still gorgeous, only now his world has been turned upside down. He slumps slightly against the door, eyes closed, breathing hard. Buffy smiles a little. He really can’t seem to help those habits of humanity. If he had a pulse it would surely race.

Buffy pops to her feet, moving to Spike quickly. Without touching him anywhere else, she leans to his ear. “Now are you ready to come back to bed, you stubborn vamp?” Her voice bites into him as surely as her teeth, only it is a teasing nip at his earlier refusal.

Spike leans there for a few seconds, his breaths coming slower. Recovering in the blink of an eye, he snaps his arm around Buffy’s tiny waist. Lifting her off the ground while moving a few steps to the bed, he lowers his mouth to her ear. The voice rumbles like low thunder, full of warning and excitement, “All you had to do was ask, luv.”

Buffy’s mouth opens, the beginnings of an argument, of righteous indignation, right on the tip of her tongue. Spike silences her quickly with his mouth and laughs, soft and low. With an unceremonious thump, he drops the Slayer on her bed. Her thoughts of protesting, of questioning, of anything but the look in his deep blue eyes fly out of her head as his body covers hers and finally, Spike comes back to bed.


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Author's Note: Aww, thanks for the great reviews, you guys! Enjoy! -Tiana