Can't Sleep
ch. 5
Title: Can’t
Sleep
Author:
Summary:
was up w/ insomnia. Buffy is having
trouble sleeping so she calls up her close friend to see if he can help her
out. AU SPUFFY. Rated NC17.
Disclaimer:
thing except for my wicked imagination.
All characters and whatnot belong to Joss Whedon, 20th
Century Fox, and Mutant Enemy productions.
I’m sure UPN and the WB have a say in there somewhere, too.
Author's Note:
more than welcomed and encouraged. I’m
still new at all this…
I’d like to say thank you to
my wonderful friend and beta Sweetie.
Without you I never would have thought I could do this.
permission. To all that who can’t
sleep at night… this is for you.
Enjoy!!
So sorry that you all had to
wait so long for this chapter…
Can’t Sleep
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5
Buffy held the
phone to her ear as she stood staring out her window. Spike mimicked her stance as he looked out his window.
“So, what kind of
lecture did your mum give you?”
Buffy let out a
small laugh. “It really wasn’t as bad
as I thought it would be.”
Buffy leaned
against the frame to her window as she told him bits of the story of her talk
with her mom that happened the other day.
Buffy sat at the
kitchen counter, staring into her hot cocoa.
She was more embarrassed for Spike than herself.
daughter without clothes to some extent, but to see the boy next door in the
buff was just wrong.
Needless to say,
Joyce walking in on them had ruined the moment. Spike had blushed to shades of red Buffy didn’t think was
possible. Once Joyce had closed the
door he had hastily thrown on his clothes, kissed her, and climbed out the
window. It was the kiss that surprised
Buffy. He had never done that before.
reeling at what it could possibly mean.
Joyce sat down
across from Buffy and stared into her own mug of cocoa.
to be the one to start the conversation.
“So...”
Buffy looked up
at her mother, “So…”
“I’m not going
to lecture you, Buffy. You are old
enough to know what you are doing and I truly hope you are being
responsible. I just wish you had said
something to me,” she covered Buffy’s hand with hers, “I think it’s absolutely
fabulous that you two are finally together.
We’ve all been waiting to see how long it would take you two to get
together.”
Buffy looked at
her mom a bit wide eyed. “What?”
Joyce grinned
and let out a little chuckle. “Oh,
Buffy, dear, since you and William were kids we all knew you were destined to
be together,” she shook her head slightly, “I didn’t know it would happen under
my roof and that I’d end up seeing more than I should of, but at least it
finally happened.”
Her mother’s
words rang through her ears… destined to be together. It was how she felt, but didn’t know if it was ever going to
happen.
“Mom?”
voice sounding forlorn. “We’re not
together like that.”
Buffy’s mother
could hear the hurt in her daughter’s voice.
“I don’t understand…”
Buffy stood out
of frustration. It was the first time
eve ever had to explain what she had with Spike and why it wasn’t something
more. She paced back and forth in the
small space in front of the counter.
“Spike and I are
just friends…”
“Friends don’t
do what you and William were doing, honey,” Joyce interrupted, shaking her head
softly.
“It’s called
friends with benefits, Mom. Everyone
does it these days. It’s no big
deal. Two friends helping each other
out when you got an itch,” she shrugged with the last statement.
Her mould
uld
tell there was more to the story than Buffy was sharing.
held too much emotion for this relationship to mean nothing to her daughter, so
she thought she’d take a chance and say it out load.
“Buffy?
him? That you love him?”
Buffy stopped
dead in her tracks. Her mouth opened
and closed a few times as if trying to say something. She sat back down and took a sip of her now luke-warm cocoa.
“Am I that transparent?”
“You’re my
daughter. So, to me you can be.”
“Did you guys
really used to say Spike and I would end up together?”
“Must you call
him that name? Spike…” Joyce made a grimace when saying the name. “Makes him
sound like some ruthless killer.
William is a beautiful name. It
means protector. I bet you didn’t know
that.”
Buffy let out a
soft giggle at the look on her mother’s face.
She looked like she had just shared some important secret when everyone
knows you can find out the meaning of a name off the Internet real easily.
“So, my daughter loves the boy next door.
Buffy stood and
placed her mug in the sink. She stood
with her back to her mother and let out a deep sigh. “I don’t.”
“What do you
mean? You have to tell him.
in L.A. and this isn’t something that can be put on hold.”
Buffy turned to
her mother. Her eyes were glistening
with unshed tears. “I can’t tell him,
Mom. I don’t think I could take it if
he didn’t feel the same way.”
Joyce stood and
wrapped her arms around her daughter.
Her hand stroked her hair as Buffy cried against her shoulder.
she knew.
you.”
Buffy leaned
back and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “How do you know?”
Joyce
smiled. “You know his father and I are
good friends. I’m sure William would be
very embarrassed if he knew that we knew this…”
“What?”
Joyce steered
Buffy to sit at the counter again. “He
writes poetry…”
“Well, I could
have told you that, Mom. I’ve known
that for, like, years. He just won’t
let me read any of it. He says it’s
‘bloody awful’.” Buffy wiped her nose
with the back of her hand.
“He won’t let
you read it because it’s about you.”
“What?
“His father read
some of it once and this boy has it bad for you, Buffy,” she said while
smiling, “You two are meant to be together and you have to tell him how you
feel. You both are just so stubborn.”
Spike was silent
on his end of the line. He was still a
bit stunned at hearing thaeir eir parents believed them to be destined to be
together. Spike thought it was just he
who thought that.
“You still
there?” She rested her forehead on the
pane of glass.
“Yeah, pet,” her
ran his hand through his hair, “I’m here.”
Spike walked over
to his desk and rolled his desk chair over to the window.
cigarette.
“You know those
thinguse use cancer, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” he
exhaled, “Bloody impossible to quit.”
He watched her
through his window. “Summer is almost
over,” his voice was low as if dreading to hear the words, “You all packed to
go back to L.A.?”
“Yup.
“Almost.
“I know how it is,”
her head jerked back when she realized what he said, “Wait a second.
Sunnydale.”
A smirk formed on
his lips. “Not anymore, luv.”
“But?
“I transferred to
UCLA.”
“Why?
“You…”
It was barely a
whisper and she had to ask him again.
“Did you just say
me?”
He stubbed out his
cigarette and tossed it out the window.
He took a deep breath and stood.
“Buffy, I think we need to talk…”
“I’m coming
over.” Buffy hung up the phone and
tossed it on her bed. She glanced at
the mirror real fast and then ran down the stairs. If she was going to do this she was going to do it right.
mom and told her where she’d be. Joyce
just smiled and told her to take her time. s">
Joyce picked up the phone and dialed a familiar cell number.
“Rupert?
tea while the kids, umm, talk things out,” there was a pause as she listened,
“Good, see you soon.”
Spike looked down
at the phone in his hand. He pressed
the off button and ed ted to see Buffy crawl out her window.
this time was going to be different.
That it was now or never. She
had to know the truth.
Buffy tried her
best not to run across the street. She
knew that this was the big moment, the moment that she dreamed about.
as she made her way up the porch steps.
She raised her hand to knock when the door opened before her small fist
made contact.
An older British
gentleman had opened the door and appeared to be on his way out.
“Oh, Buffy.
Make yourself at home.”
Buffy genuinely
smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Giles.”
She made her way
down the foyer and down the hall as she heard the front door click shut.
glancing at the family photos that lined the walls. She stopped to look closely at a photo of two young children in
costumes. She laughed softly.
Tinker Bell and Peter Pan. He had
fought her fays ays on the idea, but as soon as she started to pout he caved
in. He still gets embarrassed when she
reminds him that he once wore green tights just to make her happy.
“See something
interesting, love?”
Buffy turned to
find Spike leaning casually against the doorframe to his room.
his favorite black jeans, causing his hands to frame his manhood.
him, making the pale skin of his chest almost glow.
Buffy slowly licked
her lips and smiled. “You in green
tights,” she laughed and pointed at the photo.
Spike ran a hand through
his hair and rested it on the back of his neck. He looked away sheepishly and then up at her.
“Only for you,
pet. Only for you.”
He turned and
walked into his room, hoping she would follow and she did.
in front of the doorway. She glanced
about his familiar room and felt self-conscious all of a sudden.
Spike stood there
staring at her. His thoughts were all
jumbled and wasn’t quite sure where to begin.
Does he just tell her? Wait for
her to say something? Should he explain
why he was following her to L.A.? How
he couldn’t stop thinking of her when they were apart and all he every wanted
was to hold her to him forever… He didn’t need to think on it for Buffy’s soft
voice broke the silence.
Spike looked at her
like she had two heads. His mouth
opened and closed a few times like a goldfish.
“What?
“It is true, isn’t
it?” She tilted her head to the side
looking at him deeply.
Spike was frozen
where he stood. He couldn’t manage to
say anything even though there was so much he wanted to say.
Buffy walked up to
him and placed her delicate hand on his bare chest over his heart.
his breath hitched slightly. She looked
up at him and their eyes met. He could
see something in their hazel depths, but wasn’t sure what it was.
Buffy took her
other hand and cupped his cheek. He had
yet to say a word. He just kept looking
her in the eyes, hoping she could see what he felt for her.
“So, you write
poetry about me and you are following me to L.A.,” she smiled softly at him,
“You are following me to L.A., aren’t you?”
He tilted his head
into her open palm, closing his eyes, and whispered, “Yes…”
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It came out husky,
making his accent sound thick.
“Spike… William…
why?” Buffy looked at him pleadingly.
She had to hear it
from him in his own words. She needed
to know how he felt before she could admit her own feelings.
waited for his answer. She swore she
could hear the seconds ticking away on his watch that was sitting on his
nightstand. Spike stood there trying to
form his thoughts into words. Sure he
had written many things for her, but none of them seemed to be the right
words. He loved her with all his heart
and he’s known this for a while. She
was his Golden Goddess, his soul mate, and so that is what he told her.
Buffy silent.
“I love you, Buffy…
I always have.”
Her eyes brimmed
with tears. She leaned up on her
tiptoes and kissed him. It was a soft
press of her lips to his. Spike leaned
into the kiss, his lips eager for more.
Their kiss increased to a fevered passion. Buffy teased his bottom lip with her tongue, seeking
entrance. His mouth opened, allowing
her to run her tongue along the points of his canines.
massaged one another’s, causing him to moan in pleasure into her mouth.
Buffy pulled back
breathless. She stared into his
eyes. They were heavy lidded with lust
from just their kiss.
p;
“Deep blue pools
of fascination…” she thought.
She took his hand
in hers and led him to the bed. He
followed her as if in a dream. His feet
were moving of their own accord. He
wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her body flush against his.
his chest through the softton ton of her t-shirt. Buffy lowered her head and closed her eyes.
anticipation. Buffy knew what she
wanted to say. What she wanted to ask…
“Make love to me,
Spike,” she whispered.
Spike dipped his
head to capture her lips with his. His
hands flitted across the sensitive skin of her sides as they slide under her
shirt to caress her back. Buffy could
feel the emotions he was pouring into that kisskiss and she knew at some point
tonight it would make her cry. She
draped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through the soft hairs at
the back of his head. Their lips and
tongues played with one another softly and slowly. There was no rush this time.
This kiss was just that—a kiss, a kiss full of emotion that was soon to
be felt and heard by them both.
The kiss was broken
when Spike leaned back taking in gulps of air.
His hands fisted in the hem of her shirt as he slowly brought it up and
over her head. Buffy’s arms rose as he
took off her shirt, causing his eyes to watch her breasts rise with the
motion. Her shirt lay forgotten on the
floor as she pressed her bare chest against his and kissed along his
collarbone. Her hands unbuttoned his
jeans as her lips pressed feather light kisses down his chest.
he swore he stopped breathing for a moment.
The sound of Buffy
lowering his zipper seemo eco echo in the silence of the room.
warm hand around his cock. Buffy’s hand
stroked him from the head to the base and she lowered her head gently, licking
the drop of fluid trickling from its opening.
His hands clutched heouldoulders as he mentally chastised himself.
“You’re supposed
to be making love to her. Not the other
way around, you git.”
Buffy opened her
mouth to take his swollen cock head into her mouth when he gently nudged her
back with his hands, causing her to look up at him. His heart hurt to see the look of rejection in her eyes.
her. He left light kisses along her jaw
to her ear.
“I thought I was
supposed to be making love to you, pet.”
He said it more as a statement than a question.
Buffy watched his
hands as worked ked the button and zipper on her jean shorts.
slid them form her hips and they fell, pooling around her ankles.
aside with her foot. She stood there
before him in nothing but a green thong, the color drawing out the deep golden
tones of her skin. She could feel his
eyes raking over her body in appreciation and she slowly licked her lips.
Spike ran his
fingers through her honeyoredored hair and held onto it at the base of her
skull as he kissed her. He pulled
gently on her hair, tilting her head, so he could kiss along her neck and then
along her clavicle. He dipped his
tongue into the hollow of her throat and swirled it around, then dragged his
tongue down between her breasts. Spike
let go of her hair and pushed her against the bed so that she was sitting at
the edge. He got down on his knees
before her, his jeans still on and his dick standing erect against his toned
abs.
He cupped her
breasts in his hands, weighing their fullness.
He squeezed them gently, rolling the nipples between his
fingertips. Buffy let out a
whimper. He noticed her hands clutching
at the bedspread and lowered his head, snaking his tongue out and flicking her
left nipple with the tip.
“You like that,
don’t you, love?” His voice was laced
with lust.
“Uh huh…”
Her head tilted
back as he took the nipple between his lips and drew upon it.
and flickering his tongue over it. He
switched to her other breast and began repeating the same treatment.
head, encouraging him to suck harder.
“Harder,” she
moaned breathlessly.
He smiled against
her breast and took her nipple between his teeth. He gently nipped at her, making her breath hitch repeatedly.
tracing the crease where her thigh reached the juncture between her legs and
teased her. He hooked his finger along
the crotch of her thong and ran the back of his finger over her nether
lips. He felt as if the heated dew of
her passion had scorched his finger.
Buffy gripped the
hairs that her hand was pressed against and pulled his head back away from her
breast. She shook her head slightly,
causing her hair to spill over her breasts.
“Stop teasing me…”
Spike smiled and
let out a soft chuckle. She let go of
his hair and rubbed the area with her fingertips in a soothing caress.
“As you wish,” he
said as he gripped the sides of her panties and begun to pull them down.
Buffy leaned back
on her elbows and raised her hips so he could remove the offending
garment. She reclined on his bed and
spread her legs before him. Spike
stared at her lying there opened, all moist and shades of pink, and completely
unashamed before him. He hoped she
wouldn’t notice that he stuffed her thong in his back pocket as he kissed up
the inside of one thigh and then the other.
Buffy watched as he traced the tip of his tongue around the outside of
her labia and placed a chaste kiss over her clit, her soft hairs ticking his lips
slightly. The slight touch of his lips
over her bundle of nerves sent electric sensations of pleasure through her
body.
Spike looked up at
Buffy with his cocky grin, curled his tongue over his teeth, and wiggled his
eyebrows suggestively. He dipped his
head between her legs and ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom up and
flicked her clit. Buffy’s hips rose off
the edge of the mattress. Spike draped
his arm over her hips, holding her still as his tongue probed her slick folds,
taking in her essence. Buffy’s
breathing was becoming heavy as he teased her clit by drawing small circles
around it and then tapping it lightly with the tip of his tongue.
two fingers into her heated channel, working them back and forth.
lips and sucked gently at first, then with more force as she ground herself
against his face and hand.
“Oh God,” her voice
was raspy with heavy breaths, “I’m so close.”
Hearing that, Spike
eased his fingers out of her and released her clit from his lips.
“What are you
doing? I was so close…”
Spike stood and
shucked off his jeans. His erection
jutted out, standing tall and proud against his stomach.
“I want to be
inside you when I make you come,” he said as he leaned over her slight frame.
Buffy crawled up to
the head of the bed and stretched out languidly, her golden hair fanning about
the pillow. Spike stood at the foot of
the bed admiring his Golden Goddess when she looked at him with the sexiest
smirk he’d ever seen and crooked her finger, beckoning him to her.
look in his eye that reminded Buffy of a panther stalking his pray.
As Spike crawled up
her bode pae paused to kiss the juncture between her legs.
moisture that had gathered there.
“You taste better
than warm honey…”
Buffy parted her
legs, allowing him to rest cradled against her. The headhis his cock rubbed against her, touching her silken
folds, causing Buffy to rock her hips against his erection gleaming in the feel
of him against her. Spike rubbed
himself against her, his cock gliding with the aide of her juices.
he laid over her. He gazed down at her
has she squirmed beneath him. He
lowered his head and met her lips with his with a bruising force.
tongue mimicked the motion she so desperately wanted other parts of his body to
do. and took hold of the firm rounds of his ass.
She pulled at him, trying to bring him closer, but he held off.
now!
Spike shifted his
hips so that he was lined up with the entrance of her womanhood.
right breast with his left hand as he nibbled on her bottom lip.
When his lips where
near her ear he whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
“You.
Make love to me… please.”
Her last word was
cut off as Spike thrust his hips, sliding into her fully.
her so completely and stretching her in such a delicious way.
delighted “O” shape as he pulled back his hips slightly, gliding back in.
locking him to her as she met him with each driving force quickening their
pace. Hind lnd left her breast and held
against her hip, slowing her movements.
He rested his forehead against hers, his breath fanning over her lips.
“Slow…” His lips
brushed against hers. “I want to do
this slowly for once, love.”
Buffy closed her
eyes and took a deep breath. She bit
her bottom lip slightly and nodded her head.
do slow.” Her words stuttered as his
hips tilted forward and she felt him enter her deeply.
Their breathing
slowly turned into heavy pants as their bodies became covered in perspiration.
as he bent his head to suckle at her breast.
Buffy gasped at the sensations she was feeling.
she swore she’d melt the moment she finally climaxed.
“I love you,
Buffy,” He kissed her again taking her breath away, “Always have an’ always
will.”
His hand reached
between their bodies and stroked her engorged heart of nerves.
her, bringing all her sensations to a point.
Spike shifted the angle of his hips as his thrusting picked up
pace. That slight shift had him hitting
that elusive spot within her, causing her orgasm to crash over her in waves.
“Oh God! I’m
cumming…Oh God, William!”
He could feel the walls
of her vagina clenching around his cock, forcing him over the edge with
her. He drove into her, moaning her
name, and then spurting his warm seed into her womb.
Buffy’s legs
quivered about his waist as she held him against her. Her arms wrapped about his shouldersh heh her hands playing in
the small curls at the back of his head.
She sighed as she basked in the afterglow. A small tear of joy escaped her closed lids.
notice.
Spike lay there
with his head on her shoulder. He could
feel her legs shaking and he smiled to himself. She had called him by his real name in the throws of passion and
it was like music to his ears. It was
hearing his name on her lips that pushed him over the edge.
to
say the words. He lay there, not
wanting to let her go. He spontaneously
kissed the column of her neck and then laid his head back on her shoulder.
breath beneath him.
“I’m not squishing
you, am I, pet?” he said, raising himself his his elbows.
“Not really,” She
smiled up at him, “it’s the good kind of squishy. I love the feel of you against me.”
He shook his head,
letting out a deep chuckle. He ran his
fingers through her hair and along her cheek.
“I meant every
word, Buffy. I love you…”
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Her own fingers
came up to trace along his cheekbones and over his plump bottom lip.
“I love you, too.”
eyebrow at her. “Is that so?”
She kissed him
again, this time nibbling on his bottom lip.
. I . I love you,
William ‘Spike’ Giles. Even before you
got all cool on me.”
The both laughed
and lay naked in each other’s arms.
“So, pet, what
now?”
“That’s easy,” she
said as she dragged her nails softly down his side, “You make love to me again
and then you follow me to L.A.”
The End
Thank you all so much for your positive feedback and
encouragement. I look forward to
writing my next story and hope you enjoy it as much as this one.
Sweetie. The pink panties are always
just for you. For all those who have
ever suffered from insomnia… try writing smut!