The One
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Dawn/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Dawn/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,825
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
pleasure of the flesh
His hands moved gracefully over her thighs in no particular pattern or speed, with every soft stroke of his fingers her legs parted slightly. On his last move up her thighs he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them down her legs. He eased his way back up her body finding her lips again and kissing her. Her lips followed his pattern and they fell into a deep kiss. He eased his finger inside her, loving the feel of her wetness seeping over his fingers.
Feeling her body tense over his fingers he added another. The rhythm picked up slightly as her body arched into his intimate intrusion as his fingers twirled deeper inside her. Feeling her muscles clamp down on his fingers. The kiss deepened, if Spike had breath he would have been forced to take a breath.
His fingers hit all of her nerves as she took a deep breath and came.
Spike slowed the kiss down as her body calmed. He was well aware that her body was fragile. She stared up at him for a long moment the moment was elastic and seemed to last forever. With trembling fingers she allowed her fingers to gently cup his face, drawing her fingers down his jaw.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded. "Do you want to go on?" he asked. He had almost forgotten this gentleness in his nature. He wanted to make her body feel as good as it could.
Spike allowed himself to pull back. Her body was flushed gently from her orgasm, even now. Her breasts were small but rounded. He loved the imperfection, the skin was almost too soft, too smooth as he curved his hand over the mound. He aligned their bodies waiting for a moment. His penis entered her slowly. He pressed kisses against the sides of her lips. As he broke her hymen he kissed her fullly, drawing her mouth against his own in a much more passionate kiss. Still she felt the entrance and gasped slightly. He started to pull away yet her grip forced him to remain.
He started to move against her, slowly, long strokes to draw out her pleasure. Her wetness gripped him, warming his cold flesh. He wanted to remain inside of her forever, never wanting to move from this hot, satiny softness that enveloped him.
Her hands gripped against his bicepts, even as she arched against him, he moved his lips away teasingly as she arched helplessly against him. Seeking the pleasure that she needed so badly. He cradled her gently, seeing her ribs press against the snow white skin and he blinked back tears of both rage and helplessness. That even now her sickness was present. Almost in defiance he ran his fingers over her ribs, over her stomach them moved in ever increasing circles to her spine, feeling her sweat cling to him.
His pace quickened but was not rough, he knew that her body would not be able to cope with the type of passion he and Buffy shared. It was enough though and through her butterfly kisses over his chin and neck he could see her straining, coming exorably closer to her orgasam.
He could feel her tighten around him, feeling himself almost ready to burst with need. Their lips met as he filled her hitting her centre with precision, hitting nerves she never knew exsisted. Her whole body reacting to his touch.
She arched back one last time as she came, shuddering around him as her both her legs and inner muscles tightened around him.
He felt himself come and allowed himself to fall upon her.
End part
Note: This is a second try for this chapter. I liked the first one better but it got deleted. Sigh. I hope you enjoyed this though. Next part soon.
Feeling her body tense over his fingers he added another. The rhythm picked up slightly as her body arched into his intimate intrusion as his fingers twirled deeper inside her. Feeling her muscles clamp down on his fingers. The kiss deepened, if Spike had breath he would have been forced to take a breath.
His fingers hit all of her nerves as she took a deep breath and came.
Spike slowed the kiss down as her body calmed. He was well aware that her body was fragile. She stared up at him for a long moment the moment was elastic and seemed to last forever. With trembling fingers she allowed her fingers to gently cup his face, drawing her fingers down his jaw.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded. "Do you want to go on?" he asked. He had almost forgotten this gentleness in his nature. He wanted to make her body feel as good as it could.
Spike allowed himself to pull back. Her body was flushed gently from her orgasm, even now. Her breasts were small but rounded. He loved the imperfection, the skin was almost too soft, too smooth as he curved his hand over the mound. He aligned their bodies waiting for a moment. His penis entered her slowly. He pressed kisses against the sides of her lips. As he broke her hymen he kissed her fullly, drawing her mouth against his own in a much more passionate kiss. Still she felt the entrance and gasped slightly. He started to pull away yet her grip forced him to remain.
He started to move against her, slowly, long strokes to draw out her pleasure. Her wetness gripped him, warming his cold flesh. He wanted to remain inside of her forever, never wanting to move from this hot, satiny softness that enveloped him.
Her hands gripped against his bicepts, even as she arched against him, he moved his lips away teasingly as she arched helplessly against him. Seeking the pleasure that she needed so badly. He cradled her gently, seeing her ribs press against the snow white skin and he blinked back tears of both rage and helplessness. That even now her sickness was present. Almost in defiance he ran his fingers over her ribs, over her stomach them moved in ever increasing circles to her spine, feeling her sweat cling to him.
His pace quickened but was not rough, he knew that her body would not be able to cope with the type of passion he and Buffy shared. It was enough though and through her butterfly kisses over his chin and neck he could see her straining, coming exorably closer to her orgasam.
He could feel her tighten around him, feeling himself almost ready to burst with need. Their lips met as he filled her hitting her centre with precision, hitting nerves she never knew exsisted. Her whole body reacting to his touch.
She arched back one last time as she came, shuddering around him as her both her legs and inner muscles tightened around him.
He felt himself come and allowed himself to fall upon her.
End part
Note: This is a second try for this chapter. I liked the first one better but it got deleted. Sigh. I hope you enjoyed this though. Next part soon.