Shot in the Dark

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Chapter 32: The Midas Touch
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“Mmmmmm, delicious.” Buffy smiles in pleasure as she licks her lips.

“I think I’m coming over a bit queasy here, luv. You always eat like this?”

“Only when I’m half-starved, so shut up.”

“Ooooh, rough talk.” Spike sits back against the headboard as Buffy swirls her fork in the half-eaten spaghetti.

“I mean it. I’m hungry and nothing you are going to do or say is going to stop me. Again.” She smiles a bit as she remembers the distraction caused by Spike’s naked arrival with her lunch. Spaghetti’s a bit lukewarm now, but still edible.

“Shouldn’t challenge me, Buffy.” She notes the way his voice drops on her name. The way he seems to caress the sounds as they fall from his lips. No one has ever made her name give her goosebumps they way he can. She feels his weight shift behind her and braces herself, trying desperately not to spin around and tackle him again. She really was quite hungry but he is already dividing her attention. And she did already eat half of it…

Buffy hisses when his cool lips press into the top of her bare shoulder. It’s like he knows the exact spot on her body that will set the rest of her alight. She struggles to lift the bite of spaghetti to her mouth, but halfway there, she feels that soft soft mouth on the side of her neck. Her hand begins to shake in mid-air.

“Spike.” Her protest ends up sounding more like a moan and she can feel him smile against her bare skin. And then, the lightest nibble of his teeth working up her neck, slowly, so slow he seems to be dragging time to a standstill. The fork clinks as she lets it drop back to the plate. She can feel her blood begin to rush, flooding her senses with its pounding, insistent need. Hands still shaking, she manages to lay the plate on her bedside table. Spike moves around, kissing against the nape of her neck, her hair brushing over his head in golden waves. He continues his inexorable path, reaching the other side of her neck. Buffy lets her head drop back, resting it against his shoulder as he continues to work up the side of her neck. Her hands drop, sliding back and around to reach for him. She finds his thighs and realizes Spike is kneeling behind her, only inches away, though the only thing touching her until that moment was his mouth. His mouth. The one that can drop a smartass comment in the same breath with a sweet endearment. Can bite into her or lightly brush against her skin. Can turn her to steel or melt her in his arms. And oh, the smirks, the smiles, the little innuendoes that fall from those lips. Buffy smiles, knowing he can’t see her. He makes her want to write an ode to his mouth. And she doesn’t have a clue how to write poetry. Anyway, always been more of an action girl. Better to just show him how much she likes it. And the rest of him. Her fingers dig into his skin, the tight muscles of his thighs clenching underneath them. If he had any doubt, his effect on her is becoming quite obvious.

Spike can smell her arousal growing, can feel her pulse accelerate under his lips. Wishes he could see inside that gorgeous head of hers sometimes. If her scent is any indication, the thoughts that course through her could likely harden him like quick set cement. Though actually, she manages to do that anyway. He smiles ruefully. Slayer has him wrapped around her beautiful little finger. And somehow, he doesn’t really mind if she knows it. At the feeling of her fingers scratching into his flesh, Spike realizes he has won this round of their little Sex Olympics. Thank god he gets more than a medal for making her forget about her lunch. He reaches up, gathers her hair in his hands, lifting it to bare her neck. The neck it is. Spike has realized he can separately worship every part of her body, one after the other, and drive her straight out of her mind. But in a good way. Most gits don’t even realize that women’s erogenous zones are wide-reaching.

With her hair held up, Spike leans in to press his lips against the very base of her neck and then draws a line up to her hairline and back again. Buffy moans quietly, the grip on his thighs not loosening. While the skin is still moist, Spike blows a cool stream of air up her neck, electrifying her. The moan is now a groan and it is decidedly not quiet. Spike feels himself go rock hard at the sweet lift of her voice. She drops her head forward, clearly giving an invitation to continue. Spike leans forward, his mouth a fraction of an inch from her ear.

“Like that, luv?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Buffy doesn’t trust her voice. He completely rattled her senses and his proximity is starting to shut down her higher functions. Soon it will be simply: Sex good, Spike pretty.

“I thought that you might.” Pulling away from her slightly, Spike drags the very tip of his tongue up her spine, slow, slow, slowly reaching the same spot on her neck. Again, he follows with a stream of air through pursed lips. Buffy’s skin erupts in goosebumps, her nipples go hard as a shiver runs through her. As much as she likes what he is doing, she’s having a hard time not touching him more. Feeling the hard lines of his body against hers, pressing into his flesh. He is determined to keep the touch light and she is willing to let him continue – for the moment. Buffy knows he won’t last forever.

Spike releases Buffy’s hair, letting it gently drop and cover her shoulders again. Like spun light, her hair is the way he imagines sunlight in all its glory. Shimmering, golden but thankfully, fully non-fatal. His hands drop to her shoulders and then move down her arms, just skimming the skin, barely touching.

Buffy holds her breath as his gentle hands continue to cover her body, kissing against her skin. They wrap around, grazing her breasts. She leans her head to the side, exposing her neck to Spike again. She knows her neck is a weak spot for him – and for her. The pulsing blood there, symbol of life and lust and visceral desire for Spike. His hands do not hesitate as they lightly tweak her nipples and his mouth moves down onto her neck. He covers the flesh as if he will bite it, but does not. He plants open-mouth kisses up to her ear before gently sucking the earlobe between his teeth. Buffy inhales sharply. His slow, sensuous movements are lighting her fuse and she is not sure how long it is. Feeling short at the moment.

Spike’s hands meet under her breasts and turn downward, skating over her navel and lower. Buffy contracts her stomach, clenches her inner walls in anticipation of his touch. The fingers dance over her most sensitive areas, skimming her inner thighs, gently spreading her legs further apart. Like a rag doll, she complies, wondering when he hypnotized her with those lips and these hands. Both hands rest between her legs, exerting a firm pressure that sends a sudden surge of warmth straight up her body. Those long, nimble index fingers dip lower, entering her tight channel together. Finally, she can’t take the non-contact any longer. His penetration causes Buffy to throw her body back against his, her arms go up over her head to run into his hair, twisting those white blond locks around suddenly agitated fingers. Spike moves his head around to the other side of her neck and starts to nibble on her ear as his fingers move in and out with slow, deliberate thrusts. Buffy moves with him, rubbing her back against his chest.
Spike attempts to maintain the air of being in charge of this endeavor, but the little minx is driving him mad with her wriggling and moaning. And now that hot little body is slammed up against his, blanketing him in her scent, all sex and sunshine. He better escalate matters in a hurry. With that thought, both of Spike’s thumbs drive into Buffy’s clit on the next thrust and on every one thereafter, faster and harder, more insistent.

“Oh. My. God.” Buffy is panting out every word, breaths short and fast as Spike pushes her closer and closer to climax. She feels his erection digging into her back and decides she wants to come around him, looking into those bottomless eyes of his. “Sp – Spike. Wait. Don’t.” A word on every thrust, before it is too late. She whips her hands down and covers his, holding him still even as the warning signals of her orgasm begin to build.

Spike frowns. “Buffy? What’s wrong, luv?”

Without a word, Buffy rotates in his arms, startling him into letting go of her. She finds him and guides his very hard cock right to her entrance. Her green eyes spark like glass in the sun. “Absolutely nothing.” Pinning Spike under her, Buffy wiggles her hips, teasing the head for just a few seconds before driving down onto him in one smooth movement. Slick and ready for him, it is effortless and filling and she sighs. Spike, recovering quickly, takes Buffy’s head in both hands and pulls her mouth down to his for a furious kiss, tangled tongues and bruising lips. That’s his girl. She straddles his hips and wastes no time, pounding down onto him. Her body quivers on every thrust, her already sensitive skin screaming from the continued stimulation. Spike grins up at her before sliding his hand back between her legs, matching her thrusts with his fingers. Buffy screams aloud at the first press of his hands, feeling like she will combust if he touches her again. Which of course, he does. After his long bout with self-control, Spike is close to exploding himself. Buffy’s body flailing above his, blond hair whipping back and forth, breasts rising and falling above him, it’s sensory overload. Within seconds, Buffy cries out, coming with an intensity that makes her nearly faint, shockwaves shooting outwards with bone-rattling strength. Her muscles clenching pull Spike right through with her and he groans as he comes, stars bursting in front of his eyes. Both of them collapse, their muscles continuing to twitch, tighten and finally loosen.

A few minutes pass, nothing but heavy breathing filling the air. Spike’s hand softly smoothes Buffy’s hair, as her fingers lightly circle on his chest. Eyes meeting, they smile.

“You’re amazing, pet.” Spike’s voice is low, lacking the rough edges it often takes.

“Not too bad yourself, Spike.” Buffy is content, perfectly cat curled up in the sun cleaning her paws content. If only she could just stay here always, never leaving the house to… “Oh crap!”

“Well, that was a quick change of heart, Buffy.” Spike’s tone is bemused.

“What time is it?”

“Don’t know. Can’t say I care, luv. Why?”

“Scooby meeting.”

“Oh, right. It’s not even dark yet, Buffy. There’s time.” He feels her body relax again under his arms. She sighs.

“Whew.”

“Since when are you worried about being late to one of your meetings, anyway?”

It’s time to tell him. “Spike. You’re coming, too.”

“To the meeting? Why? I'm never invited, anyway.” Spike realizes this is what her quiet phone conversation was about. The one that made that cute little line appear between her eyes as she worried.

Buffy looks at Spike’s face, her eyes serious. “You are tonight.” She reaches up, putting her palm against his cheek. “You’re coming with me.”

Spike feels his heart want to pound. He strives for nonchalance, but fails. His voice cracks. “I am?”

“I’m telling them. Remember, we’re in this thing together.” Buffy chews on her bottom lip, watching a series of emotions scurry across Spike’s face. Normally, he wouldn’t give a rat’s ass what the Scoobies think of him, but he knows it matters to her and that is enough.

His blue eyes light up. “Speaking of being in things together…shouldn’t we get a shower first?” The smirk forces her to match him with one of her own.

“Excellent plan, let’s get with the soapy goodness.” One more time, Buffy stuffs her worry behind her newfound love for Spike. How bad could it really be, anyway?

With a squeak as Spike pinches her bare bottom, Buffy leaps up and darts toward the door, the blond vampire close on her heels.

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“Well, it looks like it is time, my sweet.” With a flourish, Cupid gathers up the arrows he needs. He waves his hand in a large circle, bringing more of Sunnydale into view around the two lovers. With a small movement of his finger, he marks all of his targets for these specially treated arrows. In turn, he lights Giles, Xander and Anya with a golden glow. He glances over at Psyche. “What do you think, shall we touch the red-haired witch as well? She is the only one that already knows about them.”

Psyche considers this but eventually nods. “I think you had better. She’s very clever and while she means well, she could throw off the whole thing if she isn’t equally affected, don’t you think?”

“My sweet, your brain is as stunning as the rest of you. Of course you are most correct.” With a gesture, he touches Willow as well.

Psyche grins in anticipation as Cupid loads the first arrow. One after the other, he lets the golden arrows fly. He does not invest the same speed and urgency in their flight as the lust arrows and each person in turn notices a strange twinge, but soon forgets. A gentle warmth fills them, seemingly from the sun but really generated internally by the combined effect of Cupid’s light touch and his sister’s special ingredients.

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Two hours later, the freshly scrubbed Slayer and vampire stand on Giles’ front stoop. Nervous as hell. Spike keeps fidgeting with his coat, considering a smoke, but thinking better of it. Buffy’s mouth is completely dry, words swirling in her head. ‘So, after we had sex about five or six times, I realized I might have feelings for him.’ No, that won’t do. ‘So, Spike can do this thing with his tongue…’ Agh. No. Buffy is snapped out of her confusion by the feel of Spike’s fingers slowly lacing in hers. She looks up to find him watching her, his fidgeting stopping. His eyes are still and blue.

“It’s going to be fine, luv.” He leans down, lips lightly brushing hers before grazing her ear. “I love you.” She melts, threatening to puddle right here on the doormat. Her hand clasps his, clutching him tighter than strictly necessary.

“And I love you.” She turns to face the door, heart pounding. “Shall we?”

Spike reaches for the doorknob, opening the door in front of them. He gestures for her to continue in. “After you, pet.”

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Author's Note: Thank you thank you for the great comments! Keep 'em coming (and I'll do the same with Buffy and Spike!) -Ti ;)