Not the End
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Angel the Series › FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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4,260
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3
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3 - Spuffy Interlude
A/N - Thanks for Reading and I hope to be able to update more often. Will not leave you hanging. Stars would make me write faster though. :)
Spike lied ted to the water running on the other side of the door. The wait was killing him. What must the witch think of him. More importantly, what was she gonna tell HER? Willow was no Andrew. Buffy would find out, and soon, that he'd come back. Spike was terrified.
His thoughts drifted back to their last night together. She had come to him then, as she had the few previous nights, but something was different. He watched her approach across the cement floor, and something about the way she moved gave it away. This was not about being held. For the first time in over a year Spike dared to hope.
He stood dumbstruck as she reached for his hand. She placed it over her heart, and looked deeply into his eyes. Spike found himself speechless.
Without a word, she moved in closer for a kiss. She placed a warm hand on his chest, and Spike felt his unneeded breath catch in his throat. His hopes soared as he stared deeply into her hazel eyes. Burning desire met his gaze.
Time stopped for just the two of them as they glided back to the cot. Then, like a clap of thunder after the lightening, months of pent up passion and desire were set loose from within her.
Buffy clawed at his jeans and tugged them down before nearly ripping her own clothes to shreds. She thrust his hand to her dripping core as she pushed him down to a prone position.
Her voice descended to a husky whisper.
"Take me. Fuck me now."
Spike was more than eager to comply. He grabbed her hips firmly as she impaled herself upon him. The burning warmth, which he'd been so long denied, enveloped him.
They took up a frantic pace. It was their first time, and most likely their last. She was quickly robbing him of whatever control he had had, but he could tell that she wasn't nearly as close.
He firmly stroked her nub with his thumb, and watched her eyes roll as her internal muscles began to squeeze him.
"Aaahh Spike! You. Only you."
She thrust her head forward as she hily ily traced the contour of his neck with her tongue.
"Bite me."
Spike had no time to think, and he didn't.
Blunt teeth were quickly replaced by razor sharp ones. She increased her frenzied pace as he bit down.
Simultaneously their worlds went dim. Surrounded by her body and filled with her blood Spike's cold seed erupted within her. She followed soon after squeezing him to nearly painful extremes as she slowly slowed her pace.
Moments later as her breathing stilled, she whispered.
"I love you."
There was no reply.
Spike simply smiled. He was ready to die beside her.
The shower stopped. Spike wished his throbbing hard on away. It simply wouldn't do for the witch to get mixed signals at this late date.
Spike lied ted to the water running on the other side of the door. The wait was killing him. What must the witch think of him. More importantly, what was she gonna tell HER? Willow was no Andrew. Buffy would find out, and soon, that he'd come back. Spike was terrified.
His thoughts drifted back to their last night together. She had come to him then, as she had the few previous nights, but something was different. He watched her approach across the cement floor, and something about the way she moved gave it away. This was not about being held. For the first time in over a year Spike dared to hope.
He stood dumbstruck as she reached for his hand. She placed it over her heart, and looked deeply into his eyes. Spike found himself speechless.
Without a word, she moved in closer for a kiss. She placed a warm hand on his chest, and Spike felt his unneeded breath catch in his throat. His hopes soared as he stared deeply into her hazel eyes. Burning desire met his gaze.
Time stopped for just the two of them as they glided back to the cot. Then, like a clap of thunder after the lightening, months of pent up passion and desire were set loose from within her.
Buffy clawed at his jeans and tugged them down before nearly ripping her own clothes to shreds. She thrust his hand to her dripping core as she pushed him down to a prone position.
Her voice descended to a husky whisper.
"Take me. Fuck me now."
Spike was more than eager to comply. He grabbed her hips firmly as she impaled herself upon him. The burning warmth, which he'd been so long denied, enveloped him.
They took up a frantic pace. It was their first time, and most likely their last. She was quickly robbing him of whatever control he had had, but he could tell that she wasn't nearly as close.
He firmly stroked her nub with his thumb, and watched her eyes roll as her internal muscles began to squeeze him.
"Aaahh Spike! You. Only you."
She thrust her head forward as she hily ily traced the contour of his neck with her tongue.
"Bite me."
Spike had no time to think, and he didn't.
Blunt teeth were quickly replaced by razor sharp ones. She increased her frenzied pace as he bit down.
Simultaneously their worlds went dim. Surrounded by her body and filled with her blood Spike's cold seed erupted within her. She followed soon after squeezing him to nearly painful extremes as she slowly slowed her pace.
Moments later as her breathing stilled, she whispered.
"I love you."
There was no reply.
Spike simply smiled. He was ready to die beside her.
The shower stopped. Spike wished his throbbing hard on away. It simply wouldn't do for the witch to get mixed signals at this late date.