Closed Door Conversations

Sixth Night: The Basement Door

Spike sat on his cot in the basement, waiting for Buffy to come to him. He knew she would. She had come to him last night to sleep in his arms, even though anyone in the house could have noticed. It was that important to her. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with him, tonight. What might be their last night together.

He looked at the amulet in his hands. The amulet of a champion. It was to help in the battle, and the bearer had to be more than human, but with a soul. And Buffy had chosen him. Not Angel. Not Faith. Him.

What it does, don’t know. Some kind of purifying force...probably gonna kill me, but I’m ready for that if it means we win. If Buffy can live on... with the people she loves.

Not really a place for me in this world, anymore. Not really a vampire, not really a man. My only purpose is to watch Buffy’s back...if I live, that’s what I’ll do, as long as she wants me.

Would have liked a life with her, as her lover. Just a fantasy, though, never could really happen, Buffy with the likes of me. She still has feelings for him, for Angel. And she doesn’t really love me. Can’t love me, I guess. Too many hard things between us. No happy ever after for us. For me, anyway. I want Buffy to be happy.

I’m glad I never claimed her, never did the real bite. That was a good decision for my demon to make...hard as it was at times. She never knew... Buffy has more freedom...and maybe I won’t go completely insane if...when...she moves on someday...

But tonight I have one more dream night, one more night with her in my arms.

A pictured flared up in his still evil mind, a picture of Buffy, naked, under him, silky legs up around his ears, hard little nipples under his palms, hands in his hair, lips and tongued pressed to his own...now, there was a dream night!

Stop it, you stupid git! Buffy wants sweet cuddles, not you grinding your hard on

Even though they’d had those few nights together in secret in her room, their relationship had been too raw, and Buffy had once again shut him out.

Not that he wouldn’t be thrilled with the plain old missionary position, and kisses, lots of kisses... licking those sweet titties, sliding into her slick--

--Oh, stop! You’re going to ruin your special night, you complete piece of shit! She’ll be hen a n a minute. He forced himself to look at the amulet, to think of the battle ahead.

He heard her footsteps outside the basement door and was relieved he’d managed to calm down.

She entered and he heard the lock on the door being pushed in. Then she slowly came down the steps. He rose to meet her.

They looked at each other a moment.

“Tell me you love me.” She said softly.

He remembered.

“I love you. You know I do.”

She took a step closer.

“Tell me you want me.”

His calm vanished in an instant, and he dragged a breath into his undead lungs.

“I always want you.” He paused. He stepped close and ran the knuckles of one hand down her cheek, catching her ear. “Point of fact,” he whispered.

“Tell me it’s not wrong for us to be together, to be sweet to each other. ”
He was silent for a moment and held her by her upper arms when she would have slipped them around his neck.

“It’s wrong, Buffy, if you regret it afterward. And you have, every time.”

She stared at him, eyes wide with shock.

“You don’t want me? Tonight?”

“Didn’t say that. Truth is, I probably don’t have the strength to tell you no, anyway. But I know it’s wrong if you regret it tomorrow.”

She walked away from him and sat down on the cot, still looking stunned.

“Do you think it’s wrong for us to be together?”

He sat down next to her and took her hand in his.

“I have never thought it was wrong. To me it was always like a dream come true. Like when we kissed, after Sweet and the song and dance. But you were unhappy about it, afterward.”

“Same with those kisses in the Bronze. You came chasing after me, Christ, I was leaving! I thought it was all wonderful, but afterward you were disgusted with yourself.”

“Then, fighting in that house. Do you even know how much I didn’t expect that? I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Not you, though. Biggest mistake of your life. And on and on...”

Buffy listened, her eyes on her hands clenched in her lap. She nodded at what he said.

“Even recently, the nights in your room. That was so sweet. I thought things had changed. But they hadn’t. A day later you were full of regret...”

Damn, she had done the guilt thing on herself. Listened to Giles and Xander. And Wood. All in her mind, of course, since he knew she hadn’t told anyone about those nights.

“So, my choice for tonight would be to do something you won’t hate yourself in tin the morning. Especially since tomorrow morning...” he left it unsaid, that tomorrow morning they were going to face death.

“I told Angel. I told him you were in my heart.” She raised her head and looked into his eyes.

If his heart could beat, it would break his chest. “You told him that?” he gasped.

She nodded. “I also told him I didn’t foresee fat grand babies with you...and part of me still wants those grand babies...”

He nodded. Of course she wanted them.

“I know I’m pretty screwed up on this whole relationship thing. I know I haven’t got it figured out yet. That it will take me ...time. But I want to work on it. Work on me. If I have the chance.”

He nodded, and held the amulet up. “I’ll give you the chance, if there is any way.”

“I know you will. I trust you.”

“But any future seems pretty far away. We have to get through tomorrow.”

“And we have tonight.” He drew her back onto the pillows.

They curled together like they had for the past two nights. He stroked her hair. It would be enough...

She was silent for a moment, and then her lips curved into a grin. Her hands slipped under his t-shirt.

“Buffy!”

“It just occurred to me that this has been All. About. Buffy. But there’s two people here. How would Spike like to spend what might be our last night?”

Her hand stroking his chest and his earlier fantasies caught up with him-he was immediately hard as a rock, and he couldn’t silence a small moan, eyes fluttering shut.

She slid his t-shirt up and began to press soft kisses across his chest.

“You won’t regret this? It makes me feel so miserable when you do. Especially since I got my soul. I don’t want to feel like that, tomorrow.”

“No. I’m done with that.” She looked him straight in the eyes.

“Sure?”

“Sure!”

“Damn, I’m easy.” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying her hands and lips.

“It’s going to be all right. I promise. Okay?”

He opened his eyes and searched hers for a long moment. She had never promised before.

“Okay, you can undress me, then.” He said with a smirk on his lips.

“Gee, thanks.” She grinned. It was fun to tease.

She bent over, wiggling her bottom just a little, and eased his jeans off, then his shirt.

She tossed his jeans and t-shirt over to the table.

“Thanks,” he said, his tone light. “Those were the only clean clothes I have for the Apocalypse tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to stop for a load of laundry.”

She sat, inspecting him carefully, the marbled perfection of him. “I know it’s your cross to bear, being so good looking and athletic...but I find it...”

“Inspiring?”

“Hot.”

He grinned. “Take off your clothes,” he whispered.

Buffy rose to her knees and slowly slid off her shirt, all the while looking directly into his eyes.

She leaned back on the cot and placed her booted foot in his lap, and he obligingly pulled off her boot and sock, and then did the other foot.

Rising to her knees she unbuttoned her pants, and slowly wiggled out of them, exaggerating the hip moves.

Spike was no longer looking in her eyes, too drawn to the black lace fantasy bra and panties she was wearing.

“Is that a thong?” He asked.
She turned around so he could see the thin strip of black lace covering her slit, and she slowly made a figure eight with her hips.

“Bloody hell.” He pinned her to the cot, his hand cupping and kneading her. He gripped the thong in his teeth and tugged it down until it was off her sweet ass, and then quickly slid it off.

His lips and tongued tasted her firm globes and he kissed his way up her spine until he reached her bra. It was soon unhooked and he flipped her onto her back, easing the bra off, his lips replacing the lace, devouring her with licks and nips, finally sucking a hard pink nipple into his mouth to lave and rub with his tongue.

“So, what does Spike want to do?” Buffy spoke in a husky whisper. “How do you want me ?”

“Me on top. Your legs up high, over my shoulders. Slow at first, then faster, then harder. And I want our eyes open the whole time, so we’re connected. Like when we hold each other,” He spoke rapidly, no hesitation.

Buffy’s lips curved in amusement. “Sounds like you have this all planned out.”

He smiled, a sheepish grin. “Tried not too, but couldn’t help it. Last night on earth, and all. My mind just kept going to...you.”

He kissed her, a long slow kiss, deep and thrusting.“This,” he whispered.

“Me, too.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tight, looking into his eyes the whole time, seeing the love and desire in his expressions.

They stayed like that a long time, kissing, drinking in each others eyes, rocking their pelvises together, nothing more.

Then his cool fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wetness.

“Look at me,” he whispered. “I want to see you come.”

“Not your fingers,” She moaned. Her small hand wrapped around his hard length and she squirmed under him until the silky tip of his cock was pressed against her clit. “Glide on me,” she whimpered.

“God, Buffy. I’m never going to last...” he groaned.

“Don’t care..if you last,” she gasped. “Just want it to be good. For you.”

She raised her legs and he moved his arms, helping her slide them over his shoulders.

“It’s all ready good,” he whispered. And then he slid inside, closing his eyes at the ecstacy of her wet tightness.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Buffy whispered. “Eyes open.” She squeezed him with her inner muscles and his eyes opened, dazed blue gaze locking onto hers.

“Slow, now,” she coaxed.

He thrust into her, slow, stopping and starting again, until she moaned for more.

“Faster now,” she whispered.

“Oh, baby,” He could feel her tightening around him, beginning her rush.

She began to meet his thrusts with hard pushes of her hips, grinding against him, and he lost all control, thrusting into her, growling, his eyes just barely open.

She came, her fingernails driving into his neck, her legs jerking convulsively, inner muscles gripping him so tight-
-so tight he was in almost painful ecstacy as he rammed against those tight walls--

“Bite me,” she demanded, in her bossiest tone. She pulled his head down low on her neck, and just the thought brought his demon out. "Claim me. Not like last time." His bite in her thigh had not left a scar.

“No!” he gasped. "You might regret it."

“Yes!” she insisted, and then he lost nearly all ability to think as she bed bed him with those inner muscles, undulating, making him crazy, but he managed to slide his lips down her throat to the soft blue veined skin of her breast.

He broke through her silky skin with his razor sharp fangs, suctioning mouthfuls of hot slayer’s blood as he pounded his explosion into her was was a l bit bite this time, and deep.

He fell onto her heavily, feeling dizzy, and he wasn’t the one who’d lost blood.

“I marked you,” he whispered. “It will leave a scar. Never go away.”

He was full of regret, his face serious and sad.

“I’m glad. It’ll be with me until the day I die. No matter what.” Buffy said, inspecting the red bruise with two punctures on her breast.“And smart thinking, to put it down low where only we can see it. But why didn’t you bite my neck? I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Blood comes really fast at the neck. And I wasn’t, like, Mr. Control Man. Didn’t want to drink too much, make you weak.”

He inspected his mark, too, licking it gently and blowing his cool breath over it. To his vampire eyes it was adorable, sexy. In a more intimate spot than Angel’s, or Dracula’s, too. He liked that.

“What do you think? Are you full of regrets?” Buffy knew that it was more than just a bite to Spike.

“No. I think it’s beautiful. And I’m already tied to you, you know.” He was a long haul guy. Maybe they did have a future.

“I know. And somehow it is right.”

“Are you full of regrets?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“No. You’re in my heart, and every thing about this is right. I know it.” She kissed him, moving her tongue gently into his mouth. “And our night isn’t over yet.”

“So, what does Buffy want to do?” Spike asked. “How do you want me?”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Buffy proceeded to whisper her wishes into his ear.

Spike grinned. It was going to be a long night.