Walking by His Side

Spike rolled his eyes and smirked. "You're different from the others, that's for sure. I'd like to see that Whistler chap crack a dirty one." His mind went back to other beings from the powers that he had heard of or met. They were always obscure, vague, and mysterious. This girl had mystery alright, but she was almost human. Something about her struck him as teeter-tottering on the fine line between wishing to rebel, and actually doing it.

The guide heard his thoughts, and winced. He couldn't think like this...her thoughts and dreams were her own. Yes, every bit of her wanted to experience this love that mortals would even die over. Even though her grace and ability had her as a much higher being, sometimes she felt like she was missing something.

Her eyes went over the vampire's form again. His body and his attitude was everything she wanted of a lover and of herself. Slime, sleek, and strong. -A rebel with a actual cause to get wired up for. He saw things for what they were, and narrowed it down to the harsh, juttering truth. This was something that she would risk everything for. Nevermind the short length of time that she knew him- she could read right into his mind and heart. Then, a thought came. Something Spike wished for, but Buffy had never given to him.

Spike's mind went back to a dream that he had over and over again. Buffy making love to him. Buffy telling him she loved him. That perfect moment. His eyes looked up to meet hers, and they widened as the sight before him changed.

There was Buffy, _his_ Buffy, standing before him nude. Her skin was glowing with her radiance, and her jeweled eyes sparkled with warmth. Her lips were moist with a quick sweep of her pink tounge, and her hair tumbled down in curles down her back. The light of heaven added to her spectacular beauty. Her tender lips parted, and spoke in a hush whisper, "I love you, William."

Spike swallowed the lump in his throat. "B-but you're not Buffy- you can't be."

She looked at him pleasantly, and whispered again, with a content joy in her voice, "I love you, Wlliam. Make love to me." She stepped foward, reaching her hands out to him. "Please, make love to me. Please, William". Her soft joy became earnest, and pleading. Her eyes never left his. "Let me show you why, why you need what you're looking for. Let me show you what it would be like..."

A tear streaked down each of Spike's harsh cheekbones. "If I get my redemption? If I am more like the man you want? Or need?". He stepped foward to join her, his hands slack at his sides. His eyes never left hers as she brought her hands to his and clasped them together. She padded one step closer, one foot at a time, her eyes locked.

"If you get your redemption, and you get your love. Let me show you." Her face inched closer to his, his unneeded breath and hers matching to a silent, pulsating beat in their veins. Then, her lips brushed against his.

It was a soft kiss at first, two pairs of lips brushing and petting against each other, and then the lips parted, and mouths fused as their tounges joined together in a swirling, firery dancing passion. Their nude bodies pressed together, and her breath shook violently as he broke from her lips to start a burning trail down the column of her golden throat. He planted small, teasing kisses along her jugular artery of her neck, and froze when he heard her whisper.

"Drink. In this place, I will not die if you drink. It is your fountain, your ease to hunger. Drink."

Spike needed no other invitation. Without a second thought, he let go of her hands, wrapping one securely and lovingly around her waist, and the other hand running through her soft, curled hair. His teeth sunk in like a hot knife through butter, her skin lightly scented of vanilla, and her blood an intoxicating sweet drug.

Her hands ran reassuringly up and down his back, or through his hair, stroking him to confidence and continuance. As her blood left her veins, more was produced. The giving and draining left her dizzy and joyful, and full of passionate heat yet to be burned. When his fangs finally withdrew from her neck, he licked the small two drops left at the incisions, and watched them heal in that second, then looked up to meet her waiting eyes.

Spike saw, for a brief moment, the other woman with her eyes full of adoration. For a second he was confused, but her mind smoothed him, 'correcting' his track of thought. his mind shrugged it off, and their embrace continued, and their kisses resumed. His hands trailed down her back to her buttocks, squeezing them and pressing her closer to him. Her deepest heat brushed against his already hardening length, and he groaned in pleasure. "I love you, pet. My Buffy. Mine", he grunted, holding her tighter to reaffirm his statement.

"Yours", she agreed, kissing him hungrily, and running her hands over his smooth, built torso. Her nails scratched lightly over his hardening nipples, and her mouth leaned foward to eagerlck ock on a nipple. A smile crept on her face as she felt him hiss in pleasure, and she suckled on the nipple while rubbing circles around the other with her hand. She lifted her head up, and returned to his mouth, taking joy in the way their tounges merged together and danced. after a few moments of bliss, she broke away, nibbling on his ear and licking the nip marks.

He moaned, breaking one arm away from her back, and sliding it to the front to cup and knead one s bre breast. Her hands pressed his backside closer, letting him rub his masculine length against her searing hot inner thighs. She pressed her legs together gently, cradling him there, until he could no longer take waiting. "Buffy, I need you..." He whispered breathlessly.

She looked down at him, watching as his lips moved down to kiss each of her breasts lightly. His lips trailed down to her belly, dipping his tounge into the warm crease there in her belly button, then moving onward to her womanhood. She gasped in pleasure as his head stopped at the base of her inner thighs, and his head moved foward to breathe in her aroma. His mouth came foward, and his lips brushed gently against her clit. Her knees threatened to buckle with pleasure as his tounge licked and teased it way around her clit, but not on it, over and over. Finally, he gave one, slow lick up and down her, when her world was tugged down.

Spike couldn't take it anymore. Gently, he tugged her down onto the pillows, and lay her back at queenly as possible, fanning her hair out on the pillow behind her head as if she was a true goddess. Slowly, his hard length slid into her warmth, squeezing him and filling her. Tears smarted each of their eyes as they slowly embraced each other, their arms wrapped around their bodies, and her vanilla warmth surrounding his delicious coolness. Together, their beat increased, their thrusts grew more and manxianxious and eager, until they were both on the verge of screaming. Spike shuddered in pleasure, and moaned, "I love you, Buffy".

She smiled. "I love you too, William."

With hearing her say those words, he climaxed with her, their rocking and their thrusting continuing until they were both fully satiated, and then they both fell into a deep slumber, still embraced.


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