Surprise, Again
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,516
Reviews:
9
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0
Currently Reading:
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ch 4
Chapter Four
Buffy was still pacing the length of the room when she heard footsteps. Knowing it was Spike she stood so that she would be behind the door when it opened. She waited, her heart beating a million miles a minute. *Oh come on this is Spike, you’ll kick his ass and be home in time for dinner... And Mom to yell at me!*
She stood positively still as the door slowly creaked open. The moment he entered the room she jumped him. Her strength was still so exhausted that he sent her quickly crashing into the wall.
As her body slid down she blinked a couple of times trying to clear her hazy vision. Her body ached from where it had been slammed into the wall. Through lowered lids she watched him come towards her with a cocky smile upon his lips. Too weak to defend herself she tried to flatten her body against the wall. It’s cold grimy surface did nothing to soothe her mind about the monster that stood be her her. Her hands clenched together and she started to shake. *This is the end.* She thought. *I never thought it would come so soon.*
She yelped as Spike abruptly grabbed her and flung her back on the bed. Her body unconsciously relaxed at the softness of the sheets, but still she watched his every move warily. He stalked towards the red satin covered bed to where she lay, an even wider smile on his face. She shivered as he spoke in his smooth accented voice.
“I’d n tho thought it would be so easy. To kill you, Slayer.” eaneeaned on the bed until his face was a few inched from her. “I’m rather... disappointed. He said softly as he brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen to cover her face.
She started to shiver harder, her body reacting to his touch. “What is your game Spike?” She was confused. Why did he want to play with his food. Why didn’t he just kill her and end her suffering. Ever since her night with Angel that’s all she wanted to do. Nothing good could come from her, or to her. She was cursed just like Angel, the curse of being the slayer and never leading a normal life. She wanted to die. She feared she couldn’t be brave anymore. And she had no one to hang onto. She was the slayer, she had to stay strong. She felt like if she showed her real emotions, her depression, she would be letting everyone down. She didn’t want it anymore, this life. All she wanted right now was for Spike do drain her. Drain her dry. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She silently pleaded with him, to end her pain.
Spike looked back at her, confusion evident in his icy blue eyes. *Come on.* He thought. *You’re the slayer. You’re tougher that this! Aren’t you?* Then everything hit him like a tidal wave. His mortal enemy was a seventeen year old girl who had seen so much violence and anguish in her life, had suffered so much loss. The loss of love, her only sexual act and the guy goes scitzo. *Bloody hell Angelus, what have you done to her?* He wanted to end her pain so badly. He forgot for a moment about vengeance and his hatred for her. He subconsciously related to her, the pain, he agony, the loss. Drusilla had abandoned him, and he was left with no one just like her. He gazed quizzically into her eyes and lowered his head to end her pain.
Buffy closed her eyes and relished in the fact that it was finally ending, that all her pain would be gone. Shet lit lips on her and realized they were on her lips and not her neck. She immediately opened her eyes to find Spike staring at her.
“You..” She stuttered.
“Yeah, me.” He replied softly. Then he bent back down and kissed her again, not caring about her reaction.
As confused as Buffy was she went with it. It felt good to be this close to someone again. She pressed herself harder against him and was surprised to feel his erection. He took her response as a positive enforcement for his actions. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth, caressing her own with his. He smiled when he heard her moan softly.
Buffy then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back harder and hungrily. She felt and heard him growl in response, his hands lifting up her shirt. She egged him on by lifting her hips so her lower body was tightly pressed against his hardened groin. Her mind was a whirl, focusing only on the moment, the physical aspect, how nice it was to be so close to another body again. It was wonderful, the touching the caressing. She felt like she was in a wonderful dream state. Their bodies flowed together, their tongues battling beautifully for dominance. Buffy brought her hands to Spikes chest, pressing them against his hard body. *Hmm.* She thought. *Amazing...*
Spikes rough hands crept slowly down her sides until they reached her hips. A hand deliberately drifted to her inner thigh. The other hand went to the top of her pants, he deftly undid them and slid his hand inside to her panties. Buffy moaned at his cold touch, wanting more. Spike chuckled as he maneuvered a long finger into her, excited to heel her dampness. “Wet for me already, eh, luv?” Spike whispered in her ear seductively. It would have turned her on. If she hadn’t of realized what she was doing. And who she was doing it with.
Buffy was still pacing the length of the room when she heard footsteps. Knowing it was Spike she stood so that she would be behind the door when it opened. She waited, her heart beating a million miles a minute. *Oh come on this is Spike, you’ll kick his ass and be home in time for dinner... And Mom to yell at me!*
She stood positively still as the door slowly creaked open. The moment he entered the room she jumped him. Her strength was still so exhausted that he sent her quickly crashing into the wall.
As her body slid down she blinked a couple of times trying to clear her hazy vision. Her body ached from where it had been slammed into the wall. Through lowered lids she watched him come towards her with a cocky smile upon his lips. Too weak to defend herself she tried to flatten her body against the wall. It’s cold grimy surface did nothing to soothe her mind about the monster that stood be her her. Her hands clenched together and she started to shake. *This is the end.* She thought. *I never thought it would come so soon.*
She yelped as Spike abruptly grabbed her and flung her back on the bed. Her body unconsciously relaxed at the softness of the sheets, but still she watched his every move warily. He stalked towards the red satin covered bed to where she lay, an even wider smile on his face. She shivered as he spoke in his smooth accented voice.
“I’d n tho thought it would be so easy. To kill you, Slayer.” eaneeaned on the bed until his face was a few inched from her. “I’m rather... disappointed. He said softly as he brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen to cover her face.
She started to shiver harder, her body reacting to his touch. “What is your game Spike?” She was confused. Why did he want to play with his food. Why didn’t he just kill her and end her suffering. Ever since her night with Angel that’s all she wanted to do. Nothing good could come from her, or to her. She was cursed just like Angel, the curse of being the slayer and never leading a normal life. She wanted to die. She feared she couldn’t be brave anymore. And she had no one to hang onto. She was the slayer, she had to stay strong. She felt like if she showed her real emotions, her depression, she would be letting everyone down. She didn’t want it anymore, this life. All she wanted right now was for Spike do drain her. Drain her dry. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She silently pleaded with him, to end her pain.
Spike looked back at her, confusion evident in his icy blue eyes. *Come on.* He thought. *You’re the slayer. You’re tougher that this! Aren’t you?* Then everything hit him like a tidal wave. His mortal enemy was a seventeen year old girl who had seen so much violence and anguish in her life, had suffered so much loss. The loss of love, her only sexual act and the guy goes scitzo. *Bloody hell Angelus, what have you done to her?* He wanted to end her pain so badly. He forgot for a moment about vengeance and his hatred for her. He subconsciously related to her, the pain, he agony, the loss. Drusilla had abandoned him, and he was left with no one just like her. He gazed quizzically into her eyes and lowered his head to end her pain.
Buffy closed her eyes and relished in the fact that it was finally ending, that all her pain would be gone. Shet lit lips on her and realized they were on her lips and not her neck. She immediately opened her eyes to find Spike staring at her.
“You..” She stuttered.
“Yeah, me.” He replied softly. Then he bent back down and kissed her again, not caring about her reaction.
As confused as Buffy was she went with it. It felt good to be this close to someone again. She pressed herself harder against him and was surprised to feel his erection. He took her response as a positive enforcement for his actions. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth, caressing her own with his. He smiled when he heard her moan softly.
Buffy then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back harder and hungrily. She felt and heard him growl in response, his hands lifting up her shirt. She egged him on by lifting her hips so her lower body was tightly pressed against his hardened groin. Her mind was a whirl, focusing only on the moment, the physical aspect, how nice it was to be so close to another body again. It was wonderful, the touching the caressing. She felt like she was in a wonderful dream state. Their bodies flowed together, their tongues battling beautifully for dominance. Buffy brought her hands to Spikes chest, pressing them against his hard body. *Hmm.* She thought. *Amazing...*
Spikes rough hands crept slowly down her sides until they reached her hips. A hand deliberately drifted to her inner thigh. The other hand went to the top of her pants, he deftly undid them and slid his hand inside to her panties. Buffy moaned at his cold touch, wanting more. Spike chuckled as he maneuvered a long finger into her, excited to heel her dampness. “Wet for me already, eh, luv?” Spike whispered in her ear seductively. It would have turned her on. If she hadn’t of realized what she was doing. And who she was doing it with.