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Loving
Oh well, she might as well screw everything up royally, if you’re going to do it, might as well do it right.
“I love you, Spike. And, just to clear it up, not in a friendly way. More like in a head over heals, can’t live without you, might die if you leave me kind of way. I have for a long time, it‘s the reason I had to erase you to begin with. I still loved Tara, but you‘d taken up first place in my heart. But, you loved Buffy, probably still do and I…..I just couldn‘t do that anymore. So, instead of telling you, or dealing with it like a normal person and pining in silent agony, I used magic to put a band aid on it. Now though, well, I‘d rather be your second choice than not have you at all.”
How many years had he waited to hear those words? How desperately had he wished she’d be the one to say them? Instead of answering vocally right away, mostly because he couldn’t, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her as if he were a dying man and she was the air he needed.
When he moved from her mouth to trail moist lips down her neck and across her shoulder she lost herself in his touch.
He worked his way back to her ear and huskily whispered “Love you too, Red. Love you so much. Always loved you, wanted you, needed you, can’t remember a time when I didn’t. The years before I met you? I still needed you, just didn’t know it yet. I stopped loving Buffy a long time ago, right about the time I ran into a cute redhead outside a magic store.”
He turned them around until the back of his legs hit the old mattress - he’d have to think about replacing that now, couldn’t have her sleeping on the springs sticking up in the center. Wait, she’d said she loved him, not that she was staying. He figured she was, but he’d wasted too much time in his long life assuming things only to find out he was wrong. With a heavy sigh he gently pushed her just far enough away so that he could think straight, but still close enough he could pull her back as soon as he had his answer.
“You staying then? Here, with us - with me? Or you going back to the jungle?” He knew the look on his face was hopeful, knew he looked like a puppy begging for a bone, but he didn’t care. If it helped him get the girl, so bloody be it.
“Spike, the only place I want to be is wherever you are. If you want to go back to Brazil with me, then we’ll go. If you want to stay here, we’ll stay. Heck, if you want to go live on the moon, I think I can arrange that too.”
“Ummmm, the moon sounds nice, no one to disturb us, think of all the alone time we‘d have to - explore new frontiers.” He pulled her back against him and fell to the bed, bringing her along for the ride. Once she was situated straddling him, he pushed her into a sitting position and raised up enough to pull her shirt over her head. She started to reach for his, but he grabbed her hands and shook his head.
“We’ve got all the time in the world, pet, just let me look at you for a minute.”
When she lowered her arms he deftly popped open her bra and watched, riveted as it slid slowly down her arms. He ran his hands up the length of her torso, only stopping once to cup her breasts, before reaching her neck and pulling her down to tangle his fingers in her hair.
She chuckled, “What happen to the ‘gotta shag now’? Who are you and what have you done with my vampire?”
Her vampire? Her vampire. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. He sent up a silent prayer to whatever god, deity, or demon watched over reformed vamps that he could always be hers, that she’d always look at him like she was right now. So much desire, so much passion, so much everything that he was thankful he no longer need to breathe, because he wouldn’t be able to.
“Oh believe you me, pet, I’m going to make love to you, and you are going to beg for me.” He took her lips again, increasing his hold on her almost burgundy tresses, just tightly enough to be pleasantly painful.
This, this right here was a perfect moment. If she was in the habit of using her new found abilities at will, she stay right here indefinitely. Then his hands moved and he was pulling her flush against him. No, she was wrong, this was perfection. With every movement, every bit of newly bared skin that found contact with his, every kiss of his lips, every thrust of their bodies it just got better and better. A series of perfect moments blurred in her mind and she could no longer pick which sensation was her favorite, couldn’t decide what she’d missed the most.
He flipped them so that he was on top and quickly shed himself of his jeans, the last of the material separating their aching bodies. She was ready, not only could he smell it, he could feel how wet she was and there was no way he could wait any longer. He grasped her hand interlacing their fingers and extending her arms above her head. In one full body stroke he was sheathed in her heat.
They melded into one being, sharing the same space, moving in tandem, a timeless rhythm, her arching to meet every thrust and him bowing to accommodate her. Skin sliding flawlessly against skin, not an inch of their bodies losing contact, as if they’d been doing this for decades, centuries even. The world outside that room, that bed, lost all meaning to them. There was no yesterday, no tomorrow, there was only right now, this moment and they would cling to it as long as they could.
Willow was the first to crack. He felt her start to shudder, heard the low, desperate moan that signaled the beginning of her release. He quickly shifted both of her hands to one of his and lamented at his need to rise off her to get his other hand between them, but did so anyway. A few precise caresses, mastered over years of practice and an intimate knowledge of her body and he felt her internal muscle clench one last time before she let go with a scream.
That was all he needed to be pushed over the edge. A feral growl and his body was tensing, a couple sporadic jerks of his hips and he felt himself explode. As he came he drew a single shaky breath from her and filled his lungs, he could have sworn he felt his long-dead heart beat just once. For the first time in over a hundred years he felt truly loved and in that moment, in her eyes, he saw a man worthy of that love.
....................And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
“I love you, Spike. And, just to clear it up, not in a friendly way. More like in a head over heals, can’t live without you, might die if you leave me kind of way. I have for a long time, it‘s the reason I had to erase you to begin with. I still loved Tara, but you‘d taken up first place in my heart. But, you loved Buffy, probably still do and I…..I just couldn‘t do that anymore. So, instead of telling you, or dealing with it like a normal person and pining in silent agony, I used magic to put a band aid on it. Now though, well, I‘d rather be your second choice than not have you at all.”
How many years had he waited to hear those words? How desperately had he wished she’d be the one to say them? Instead of answering vocally right away, mostly because he couldn’t, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her as if he were a dying man and she was the air he needed.
When he moved from her mouth to trail moist lips down her neck and across her shoulder she lost herself in his touch.
He worked his way back to her ear and huskily whispered “Love you too, Red. Love you so much. Always loved you, wanted you, needed you, can’t remember a time when I didn’t. The years before I met you? I still needed you, just didn’t know it yet. I stopped loving Buffy a long time ago, right about the time I ran into a cute redhead outside a magic store.”
He turned them around until the back of his legs hit the old mattress - he’d have to think about replacing that now, couldn’t have her sleeping on the springs sticking up in the center. Wait, she’d said she loved him, not that she was staying. He figured she was, but he’d wasted too much time in his long life assuming things only to find out he was wrong. With a heavy sigh he gently pushed her just far enough away so that he could think straight, but still close enough he could pull her back as soon as he had his answer.
“You staying then? Here, with us - with me? Or you going back to the jungle?” He knew the look on his face was hopeful, knew he looked like a puppy begging for a bone, but he didn’t care. If it helped him get the girl, so bloody be it.
“Spike, the only place I want to be is wherever you are. If you want to go back to Brazil with me, then we’ll go. If you want to stay here, we’ll stay. Heck, if you want to go live on the moon, I think I can arrange that too.”
“Ummmm, the moon sounds nice, no one to disturb us, think of all the alone time we‘d have to - explore new frontiers.” He pulled her back against him and fell to the bed, bringing her along for the ride. Once she was situated straddling him, he pushed her into a sitting position and raised up enough to pull her shirt over her head. She started to reach for his, but he grabbed her hands and shook his head.
“We’ve got all the time in the world, pet, just let me look at you for a minute.”
When she lowered her arms he deftly popped open her bra and watched, riveted as it slid slowly down her arms. He ran his hands up the length of her torso, only stopping once to cup her breasts, before reaching her neck and pulling her down to tangle his fingers in her hair.
She chuckled, “What happen to the ‘gotta shag now’? Who are you and what have you done with my vampire?”
Her vampire? Her vampire. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. He sent up a silent prayer to whatever god, deity, or demon watched over reformed vamps that he could always be hers, that she’d always look at him like she was right now. So much desire, so much passion, so much everything that he was thankful he no longer need to breathe, because he wouldn’t be able to.
“Oh believe you me, pet, I’m going to make love to you, and you are going to beg for me.” He took her lips again, increasing his hold on her almost burgundy tresses, just tightly enough to be pleasantly painful.
This, this right here was a perfect moment. If she was in the habit of using her new found abilities at will, she stay right here indefinitely. Then his hands moved and he was pulling her flush against him. No, she was wrong, this was perfection. With every movement, every bit of newly bared skin that found contact with his, every kiss of his lips, every thrust of their bodies it just got better and better. A series of perfect moments blurred in her mind and she could no longer pick which sensation was her favorite, couldn’t decide what she’d missed the most.
He flipped them so that he was on top and quickly shed himself of his jeans, the last of the material separating their aching bodies. She was ready, not only could he smell it, he could feel how wet she was and there was no way he could wait any longer. He grasped her hand interlacing their fingers and extending her arms above her head. In one full body stroke he was sheathed in her heat.
They melded into one being, sharing the same space, moving in tandem, a timeless rhythm, her arching to meet every thrust and him bowing to accommodate her. Skin sliding flawlessly against skin, not an inch of their bodies losing contact, as if they’d been doing this for decades, centuries even. The world outside that room, that bed, lost all meaning to them. There was no yesterday, no tomorrow, there was only right now, this moment and they would cling to it as long as they could.
Willow was the first to crack. He felt her start to shudder, heard the low, desperate moan that signaled the beginning of her release. He quickly shifted both of her hands to one of his and lamented at his need to rise off her to get his other hand between them, but did so anyway. A few precise caresses, mastered over years of practice and an intimate knowledge of her body and he felt her internal muscle clench one last time before she let go with a scream.
That was all he needed to be pushed over the edge. A feral growl and his body was tensing, a couple sporadic jerks of his hips and he felt himself explode. As he came he drew a single shaky breath from her and filled his lungs, he could have sworn he felt his long-dead heart beat just once. For the first time in over a hundred years he felt truly loved and in that moment, in her eyes, he saw a man worthy of that love.
....................And they lived happily ever after.
The End.