Subversive

Disclaimer: I certainly do not own the characters.

A moment later Spike was laying beside me, propped up on his side. He trailed fingers down my back, through the sweat that was trickling down my skin and onto the carpet. Silence reigned supreme for several minutes.

At last it was Spike who broke the silence. “Well,” he began, a lilting sound in his voice. “That was more than I expected.”

I continued to stare at nothing. Part of my mind ran back to the moment when I was sure he bit me. Had he really drank of me? It somehow didn’t seem quite like it should, though I wasn’t supposed to know how it would feel. I was sore, aching from my head to my toes. A blissful soreness, as well as residual pain. If ever there could be a rough lover, it was Spike.

“Spike,” I said softly. “Did you…I mean, did you--drink my blood?”

He was still breathing slightly heavily as he was silent for a moment. “No,” he said finally. “I mean, I was about to, but I realized that you needed to be fully aware of it. I didn’t just want to feed on you. Hope you’re not terribly disappointed.”

I shook my head slightly, turning my face to look at him. He was disheveled, tired, the effort spent on his face. Still handsome, though. “Not really.” I studied him for several moments before I cautiously raised my head and leaned against my hand.

“So am I still an asshole?”

I couldn’t help barking a laugh. It just seemed like such an irreverent question at the moment. He was looking at me with a relaxed grin, and I felt strangely comfortable with him, with his whole self. “Well,” I said, “I’m sure you are. But you make up for it with your intimate carnal knowledge.”

I paused, thinking for a moment. “You surprise me, Spike.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What, no ‘Thanks, Spike, that was the best shag I ever had?’ Or how about a ‘Thanks for not eating me, Spike?’”

“Both of those, of course. You just surprise me. I never really knew what to expect out of you, but it was all good that I got. And yes, that was the best fuck I ever had.”

Spike chuckled, drawing the back of his hand down my cheek. “I sort-of figured it would be. You all right?”

Shuddering slightly, I nodded, meeting his eyes. “Yes,” I answered. “I’m going to be sore as hell, though.” I could feel the aftereffects in my ribs and on my neck, as well as just about every other body part.

He laughed, full and hearty. Looking himself over, he brought a hand to his back and came away with blood. “I know the feeling. These got pretty deep there. No, don’t apologize. I loved it.” He licked his fingers, exhaling heavily. “You certainly met my expectations. How do you feel about your first with a vampire?”

Slowly drawing myself into a sitting position, I averted my eyes from him. Somehow seeing him in all his nakedness made me more aware of what had transpired. “I feel good,” I replied. “Somehow I think all the initial feelings of fear and doubt helped boost the adrenaline and lust.” I eyed him shyly, even though the feeling was superfluous at that point. “I liked it.”

Reaching for my hand, Spike gave me a meaningful look and kissed my fingers, watching me the whole time. “I knew you would. Think you’ll want to try it again sometime?”

Again, the shyness roiled up inside me, although as I looked at the vampire I felt myself push it away, instead luxuriating in gazing upon such a good-looking man. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll be open to the possibility.”

“Brilliant.” Spike pulled me to him gently and brushed his lips over mine. He still tasted sweet to me.

Damn. I knew that I was getting myself into something that would probably be better left untouched, but it was too late. Having had such an incredible night, I knew I could never turn away from it. Spike had opened me up to a whole new level of emotion, whether he had intended to do so or not. Lying on the floor with him, not thinking about anything except his presence, I felt that somehow I had dreamt for this.

Glancing at my watch I noticed that it was far past midnight. We had wiled away several hours between our talk and our actions. I wondered briefly if Spike would shoo me away, if he would simply ignore me from now on. Then I realized that I shouldn’t care. I should simply enjoy what happened and be content with that. Still, from the way Spike kept constant touch on me, I was reasonably certain that he wasn’t intent on dropping me like yesterday’s news.

As we broke apart, I slowly reached over for my clothes. Spike’s hand on my back ceased my efforts. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Turning back to look at him, I said, “I don’t want to overstay my welcome any. Figured it might save us both any awkwardness if I headed on home.”

Spike raised his eyebrows, sitting up as well. “Oh. That eager to get away from me, are you?”

“No! Not at all. I just…” I fumbled for the right words. “I just don’t want to crowd you, if you don’t want to be crowded. You know?”

He watched me, his eyes searching my face carefully. For a moment I wondered whether I had truly upset him. At last something passing for amusement crept into his eyes, then a small smile spread over his lips. He leaned towards me, brushing a hand down my arm and under my breasts provocatively. His smile turned playful as he said, “On the contrary, love. I wouldn’t mind crowding you a bit more tonight if you think you can handle it.” His fingers constantly brushed over my breasts.

My eyes widened slightly and a blush crept up into my cheeks. “Oh.” I blinked quickly, swallowing hard. My legs were suddenly very heavy and I wasn’t quite sure if I could move from the spot I was in.

Spike pulled my clothes from my hands as he leaned towards me, his breath hot on my face as he practically pulled me into his lap. His fingers suddenly dropped from my breasts directly to my crotch and before I could move his fingers were sliding inside me. I gasped and moaned at the same time, swaying in place. He grinned wickedly, forcing me to look at him as he touched me. “Nah, I knew that there was more here,” he said, hand firm on my chin. “Don’t you worry about crowding me. I’d let you know if I thought you needed to leave and right now you’re not in any shape to leave, love.”

I could hardly breathe. He was moving expertly over and in me, his fingers mimicking his own prior movements. “Oh, God,” I breathed, shoulders hunching. As sore as I was, as bruised as I was, I knew Spike could make me do almost anything he wanted. This… tête-à-tête was designed to drive me crazy, and it was working splendidly. I didn’t know how he might possibly have the stamina for anything else, but hell…

Yes… right there now.

As if reading my thoughts, Spike pushed his fingers deeper inside me, drawing out a loud gasp from me, while at the same time teasing my clit and making me tremble. He wouldn’t let me look away. I could hardly focus on anything but the insane need he was instilling within me. I could tell he was drinking in every gasp, every tingle I emitted. He was watching me without blinking.

“Oh, God… Spike…”

He smiled, fingers working hard at me and beginning to work at my clit. “Yeah… I love hearing you say my name.” He leaned in just enough to brush his lips over my chin, but he wouldn’t kiss me. “I can’t tell you how sexy that is, to watch you like this, while I’m inside you and bringing you such… pleasure.”

I threw my head back as the waves began to build. I grabbed onto his legs, nails digging into his skin as I held on, pushing myself closer to him. He held on and pushed me over the edge, fingers working hard. There wasn’t enough air. I met his gaze wide-eyed as he sent me over. I cried out so loudly I thought I might have pulled something. The waves just kept crashing over me, every part of my body tight and taut. Still his fingers remained steadfast.

When at last the tremors began to subside, Spike finally ceased his efforts, withdrawing his very wet hand and licking it clean. I was limp and could barely sit up. I shut my eyes, relieved to be able to look away and not be punished. My heart was thundering so loudly it was like a dual heartbeat.

Spike finally kissed me. I inhaled sharply, surrendering to him yet again. He chuckled, a vibration running through his body and affecting me as well. “You still thinking about leaving?” he asked, positioning me over his lap.

I glanced down briefly to find him hard and ready once more. It wasn’t human, how he could do that. I had to remind myself that technically he wasn’t human.

Who the hell cares?

Still trying to catch my breath, I slid my hands up his arms, luxuriating in his tense muscles. I was still dazed. “Not at all,” I replied.

Spike grinned. “Good, ‘cause I‘ve got a few more things planned, love,” he said, grabbing my legs and placing them around his waist. A moment later, I felt his cock edging up towards me. Even though I was still riding exhaustion, I felt a tingle of excitement run through me.

“Jesus,” I murmured as he began to press up into me. He was amazing, and feeling him press inside me once more made me scream almost as loudly as the first time.

“Not quite,” he answered, his eyes blazing. He grabbed my neck, pulled me to him, and kissed me hard as he thrust inside me.