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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,549
Reviews:
74
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Page 6 – Champions, Cookies & Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at the naughty. Thank you “Mrs. Muir” for being my beta on this chapter. Any typo’s or errors are mine from the re-write.
I changed the rating to NC17 - even if it is not merited I may decide to later on get whimsical and make it more steamy. I also changed the summary - did I mention I really am not good at them?
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Click on the following link to view my album for this story
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/vettehayden/album?.dir=/8325&.src=ph
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Page 6 – Champions, Cookies & Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
(Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow)
His eyes are the first thing I see in my minds eye when I bring back the memory of “My William” as we made love for the first time that faithful night not so long ago.
Blue as the skies above and just as stormy, I could drown in the emotions I saw in them as I stared at him from across the dimly lit basement. I could see nothing else and found myself moving closer to him, needing to close the distance between us both physically and emotionally.
It was the eve of the battle against “The First Evil” and somehow we knew that the fates would not be kind to us and our moment together would be as brief as the calm before the dawning storm.
He stood frozen to the spot as I advanced on him, warily waiting for me to make the first move. He wanted me to show him what my intentions were in an attempt to avoid any misunderstandings.
We both were unwilling to bring back any unpleasant reminders of that awful night when his demon tried to make me feel his misguided love by attempting to rape me in my own bathroom. Back then his fragile feelings were so wounded and overwhelmed that they had driven him to that one desperate blind moment of insanity.
It was time to make amends and forgive him so he could forgive himself because we both equally share the blame leading up to that incident. Plus I needed to forgive him so that I could forgive myself in turn.
His eyes were a swirling vortex of conflicted emotions as he kept balling his fists trying to keep himself grounded to the present as he struggled against that painful memory.
As I traversed the distance; every step closer I forgave him for that moment. And in turn he forgave me for shamelessly using him without any thought or consideration for his feelings.
That was our gift to communicate without words. It was something that came naturally between us and that was something that even Angel and I never shared
Our bodies had coupled in the past, if that is what you would call fucking and rutting like crazed animals, but we never made love. Spike had wanted to take things slow, to worship my body and make love to me, but it was too intimate and I would not allow it.
He simply was not Angel. At that time that was who I wanted making love to me and Spike knew it. He hated being his substitute in my heart; mind and body but he was the next best thing to my first love….. in other words convenient!
So angry and frustrated, all we ever ended up doing was to use and abuse each other with our bodies.
For a man of his proportions, Spike was enormously endowed and he took his “pound of flesh” from me the first time we coupled. I was punished for every humiliation he suffered by my hand or that of “The Scoobies”. Out of pride I refused to let him know how he had bruised me, branded me and marked me as his that night. Reluctantly, I gained a new respect for him that I had not felt in a very long time.
His demon loved me and even though I knew that his love was real, I convinced myself that it was a travesty, an abomination to the memory of my first and only time with Angel. I was so deluded and perverted that I turned the beauty of his love into something vile and sickening.
His eyes even before the soul mirrored all the beauty and purity of his love and I spat it back in his face calling him an evil…vile “thing” and because he had no soul I told him that he was incapable of feeling such an emotion.
Watching me kiss Angel earlier that night had hurt him deeply. And even now, in this moment, convinced that I would never love him, he willingly opened his arms ready to engulf me with the warmth, depth and strength of his love.
As we finally came together we both had tears in our eyes. Tenderly he wiped mine away as I did the same for him. Bowing his head he reverently kissed me with such longing and passion that my legs gave out from under me, no longer able to support my weight.
Spike scooped me into his arms and gently laid me on our make shift bed. I could feel his arms trembling affected by the surge of emotions running through his body. “Buffy,” he whispered, his voice faltering as his frantic eyes searched my face and his arms tightened around me and I knew that he was afraid that this was all an illusion….a figment of his imagination.
His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air taking in my scent. He wanted to make sure that all of his senses believed that what he saw and what he felt were real and not some cruel trick that was being played on him by “The First Evil”.
“I’m here Spike, I’m real and I want you,” my body was quivering with need as I felt the weight of his body settling down on top of mine, pressing me into the sheets. “Make love to me…please”.
It was too much for him to hear those words pass my lips; he groaned lowering his head capturing my lips. He kissed me long and hard. Knowing that I needed to breathe he released my lips and whispered “Oh pet, I love you so much, never did I ever hope to hold you again after what I almost…..”
“Shhhh, don’t…you were different, I was different, let’s not spend whatever time we have left dwelling on our past. Let’s just take what we can for now and know that no matter what happens…all we have is here and now because tomorrow holds no guarantees for us.”
Oh God why didn’t I tell him that I loved him? No wonder he didn’t believe me when I said those words to him, I waited until it was too late! Spike died believing that I only said that to let him go in peace.
My Spike, my William, how I’ve hurt you so and all you’ve ever done is to love me unconditionally.
Giles, seriously if you are reading this...now would be a good time to skip down towards the bottom. Even though I’m not ashamed of our steamy, hot and heavy lovemaking that would make your glasses fog over it is still “EEUW!” to the max to have my surrogate father read about me fornicating with the undead. So off you go with the awkward polishing of your glasses and your “Oh Dear Lord’s!”
His eyes darkened with desire and I felt him harden against my thigh causing me to instantly become wet. My hips surged upward rubbing against his cock needing to show him how damp and ready I was for him.
My chest was heaving from the effort it took to try to catch my breathe, I began rubbing my hardened nipples against his chest as my desire consumed me burning out of control needing to feel him on me…in me…NOW!
His low throaty growl made me whimper with need and raised goose bumps on my heated flesh sending tingles shooting straight to my aching, pulsing core. I rubbed my legs together as the ache between my legs grew stronger and his swollen member grew longer and impossibly harder.
I squirmed in his embrace not able to get close enough. There were too many clothes and we began to frantically tug and pull them off each other not caring about being gentle.
I know that he wanted to go slowly, tenderly but our need was too great and our bodies were too long deprived, starved with an unquenchable and gnawing desire. Only this time we didn’t want to punish or dominate with rough sex, this time was about forgiving, needing, connecting and loving.
“Now Spike, please I need you so much, hurry!” I didn’t care that it sounded like begging because I was. I spread my legs wide exposing myself to his hungry gaze, his eyes raked over my body devouring me, looking his fill trying to commit to memory the picture of me dripping with arousal, open to him, willing and begging for him to make love to me. My breasts were rapidly rising and falling struggling for air as his heated gaze made me hotter and even more impatient for him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him down on top of me as he settled himself between my legs.
His eyes were pleading with mine to understand his own need as he quickly positioned himself at my slick entrance and sheathed himself the hilt with one strong thrust.
I screamed long and hard from the sudden invasion, not caring who heard as long as he didn’t withdraw from my body for I was home.
He was in deep, piercing me, stretching me and impaling me to painful limits. I could feel his body quaking as he used every ounce of control in his possession to hold himself still. Murmuring sweet endearments, his hands skillfully caressed my body as he allowed my aching tightness to adjust to his massive girth and length.
I never realized that I was sobbing, crying out his name over and over again until he quieted me with his lips.
Murmuring against my lips, he asked, “Oh pet, please, don’t cry. Did I hurt you?”
“No Spike you didn’t hurt me you healed me…your love heals me inside and the beauty of it made me weep. Hold me, Spike, don’t ever let me go.”
“Never luv, Spike’s gotcha, not going anywhere, will hold you till the end of the world.”
He began to rain kisses all over my face and neck and slowly kissed a path to my breasts. Latching on to one pert nipple with his cool mouth he suckled gently eliciting a moan from me. He fondled my other nipple with one hand kneading, pulling and pinching giving equal treatment to both nipples by switching back and forth. Skillfully he distracted me, as he slipped his other hand between my legs rubbing me deliciously making me squirm with desire.
Soon, my feminine muscles began to pulsate, rippling up and down his shaft rhythmically, squeezing him erotically as the pain gave way to exquisite pleasure.
Groaning, Spike began to thrust slowly, deeply, going at a leisurely pace. Like a connoisseur he savored each and every sensation as I worked my inner muscles with every push and pull of his throbbing shaft.
Concentrating, I began to milk his shaft harder as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The move opened me up further, drew him in deeper and I began to meet his thrusts matching him stroke for stroke.
Gasping, he lifted his head to gaze at me and our eyes locked and then time stood still and the world faded away. His eyes became my world at that moment and in them I saw his beautiful soul and it took my breath away. Slowly, methodically, our tempo began to increase and pretty soon we were thrusting against each other with a punishing rhythm.
My pleasure started cresting; building, ready to explode and as my inner muscles began to tighten Spike slipped his hand between my legs and began to stroke me. “Come for me baby”, he whispered and then he pinched my clit sending me over the edge.
I screamed his name when my orgasm exploded as I surged higher lost in ecstasy. My body arched against him as he pounded into me a few more times and then he exploded. He roared out his climax, a sound that must’ve rattled the rafters as his face rippled, his fangs extended and his demonic countenance came out with his pleasure.
Then just as we were both coming down from our climax the cot collapsed underneath us sending us tumbling to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs making us erupt in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Apparently the steel cot that Xander had welded together for Spike could not hold up against our rigorous lovemaking.
If anyone came down into the basement to see what the commotion was about, we never knew and didn’t give it a passing thought. All we cared about was what we felt in each others arms and that is how we spent our time together until it was time to go to battle.
To say that my dying was nothing compared to the pain I felt for his loss is an understatement. I yearn for him, ache for him and nothing can soothe the pain I feel for not letting him know that I loved him in that one moment in time.
Taking in a long hard breath to compose myself, I pushed the button ready to see what the video had to reveal.
“They say that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but Heaven holds no wrath like a slayer seeking her missing lover!”
Tbc…
ANYONE WANT TO BETA MY NEXT CHAPTER? I HAVE IT READY JUST NEED SOMEONE TO BETA IT AND LET ME KNOW IF IT NEEDS TO FLOW BETTER PLUS THE USUAL TYPO'S OR OBVIOUS ERRORS CAUGHT! I POSTED ASKING FOR A BETA AT MY LIVE JOURNAL BUT NO BITES SO FAR SO IF YOU ARE INTERESTED JUST GO TO MY LIVE JOURNAL AND THERE I HAVE A BANNER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.
HERE IS THE ADDRESS:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/vel_vette/
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Thanks are in order fevieeviews – not so many this time around…..hmmmm….
Katrina – thank you so much for that wonderful review – it really made my holiday! HUGS!
LadyLiz – thank you does not even come close to how your review made me feel. I really appreciate your comments and I hope this first attempt at naughtiness will not disappoint.
Amanda – I love your name and your stories – you honor me! Ya wee vixen! LOL!
I changed the rating to NC17 – if it doesn’t merit it let me know and I’ll change it back to an “R” rating.
I changed the rating to NC17 - even if it is not merited I may decide to later on get whimsical and make it more steamy. I also changed the summary - did I mention I really am not good at them?
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Click on the following link to view my album for this story
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/vettehayden/album?.dir=/8325&.src=ph
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Page 6 – Champions, Cookies & Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
(Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow)
His eyes are the first thing I see in my minds eye when I bring back the memory of “My William” as we made love for the first time that faithful night not so long ago.
Blue as the skies above and just as stormy, I could drown in the emotions I saw in them as I stared at him from across the dimly lit basement. I could see nothing else and found myself moving closer to him, needing to close the distance between us both physically and emotionally.
It was the eve of the battle against “The First Evil” and somehow we knew that the fates would not be kind to us and our moment together would be as brief as the calm before the dawning storm.
He stood frozen to the spot as I advanced on him, warily waiting for me to make the first move. He wanted me to show him what my intentions were in an attempt to avoid any misunderstandings.
We both were unwilling to bring back any unpleasant reminders of that awful night when his demon tried to make me feel his misguided love by attempting to rape me in my own bathroom. Back then his fragile feelings were so wounded and overwhelmed that they had driven him to that one desperate blind moment of insanity.
It was time to make amends and forgive him so he could forgive himself because we both equally share the blame leading up to that incident. Plus I needed to forgive him so that I could forgive myself in turn.
His eyes were a swirling vortex of conflicted emotions as he kept balling his fists trying to keep himself grounded to the present as he struggled against that painful memory.
As I traversed the distance; every step closer I forgave him for that moment. And in turn he forgave me for shamelessly using him without any thought or consideration for his feelings.
That was our gift to communicate without words. It was something that came naturally between us and that was something that even Angel and I never shared
Our bodies had coupled in the past, if that is what you would call fucking and rutting like crazed animals, but we never made love. Spike had wanted to take things slow, to worship my body and make love to me, but it was too intimate and I would not allow it.
He simply was not Angel. At that time that was who I wanted making love to me and Spike knew it. He hated being his substitute in my heart; mind and body but he was the next best thing to my first love….. in other words convenient!
So angry and frustrated, all we ever ended up doing was to use and abuse each other with our bodies.
For a man of his proportions, Spike was enormously endowed and he took his “pound of flesh” from me the first time we coupled. I was punished for every humiliation he suffered by my hand or that of “The Scoobies”. Out of pride I refused to let him know how he had bruised me, branded me and marked me as his that night. Reluctantly, I gained a new respect for him that I had not felt in a very long time.
His demon loved me and even though I knew that his love was real, I convinced myself that it was a travesty, an abomination to the memory of my first and only time with Angel. I was so deluded and perverted that I turned the beauty of his love into something vile and sickening.
His eyes even before the soul mirrored all the beauty and purity of his love and I spat it back in his face calling him an evil…vile “thing” and because he had no soul I told him that he was incapable of feeling such an emotion.
Watching me kiss Angel earlier that night had hurt him deeply. And even now, in this moment, convinced that I would never love him, he willingly opened his arms ready to engulf me with the warmth, depth and strength of his love.
As we finally came together we both had tears in our eyes. Tenderly he wiped mine away as I did the same for him. Bowing his head he reverently kissed me with such longing and passion that my legs gave out from under me, no longer able to support my weight.
Spike scooped me into his arms and gently laid me on our make shift bed. I could feel his arms trembling affected by the surge of emotions running through his body. “Buffy,” he whispered, his voice faltering as his frantic eyes searched my face and his arms tightened around me and I knew that he was afraid that this was all an illusion….a figment of his imagination.
His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air taking in my scent. He wanted to make sure that all of his senses believed that what he saw and what he felt were real and not some cruel trick that was being played on him by “The First Evil”.
“I’m here Spike, I’m real and I want you,” my body was quivering with need as I felt the weight of his body settling down on top of mine, pressing me into the sheets. “Make love to me…please”.
It was too much for him to hear those words pass my lips; he groaned lowering his head capturing my lips. He kissed me long and hard. Knowing that I needed to breathe he released my lips and whispered “Oh pet, I love you so much, never did I ever hope to hold you again after what I almost…..”
“Shhhh, don’t…you were different, I was different, let’s not spend whatever time we have left dwelling on our past. Let’s just take what we can for now and know that no matter what happens…all we have is here and now because tomorrow holds no guarantees for us.”
Oh God why didn’t I tell him that I loved him? No wonder he didn’t believe me when I said those words to him, I waited until it was too late! Spike died believing that I only said that to let him go in peace.
My Spike, my William, how I’ve hurt you so and all you’ve ever done is to love me unconditionally.
Giles, seriously if you are reading this...now would be a good time to skip down towards the bottom. Even though I’m not ashamed of our steamy, hot and heavy lovemaking that would make your glasses fog over it is still “EEUW!” to the max to have my surrogate father read about me fornicating with the undead. So off you go with the awkward polishing of your glasses and your “Oh Dear Lord’s!”
His eyes darkened with desire and I felt him harden against my thigh causing me to instantly become wet. My hips surged upward rubbing against his cock needing to show him how damp and ready I was for him.
My chest was heaving from the effort it took to try to catch my breathe, I began rubbing my hardened nipples against his chest as my desire consumed me burning out of control needing to feel him on me…in me…NOW!
His low throaty growl made me whimper with need and raised goose bumps on my heated flesh sending tingles shooting straight to my aching, pulsing core. I rubbed my legs together as the ache between my legs grew stronger and his swollen member grew longer and impossibly harder.
I squirmed in his embrace not able to get close enough. There were too many clothes and we began to frantically tug and pull them off each other not caring about being gentle.
I know that he wanted to go slowly, tenderly but our need was too great and our bodies were too long deprived, starved with an unquenchable and gnawing desire. Only this time we didn’t want to punish or dominate with rough sex, this time was about forgiving, needing, connecting and loving.
“Now Spike, please I need you so much, hurry!” I didn’t care that it sounded like begging because I was. I spread my legs wide exposing myself to his hungry gaze, his eyes raked over my body devouring me, looking his fill trying to commit to memory the picture of me dripping with arousal, open to him, willing and begging for him to make love to me. My breasts were rapidly rising and falling struggling for air as his heated gaze made me hotter and even more impatient for him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him down on top of me as he settled himself between my legs.
His eyes were pleading with mine to understand his own need as he quickly positioned himself at my slick entrance and sheathed himself the hilt with one strong thrust.
I screamed long and hard from the sudden invasion, not caring who heard as long as he didn’t withdraw from my body for I was home.
He was in deep, piercing me, stretching me and impaling me to painful limits. I could feel his body quaking as he used every ounce of control in his possession to hold himself still. Murmuring sweet endearments, his hands skillfully caressed my body as he allowed my aching tightness to adjust to his massive girth and length.
I never realized that I was sobbing, crying out his name over and over again until he quieted me with his lips.
Murmuring against my lips, he asked, “Oh pet, please, don’t cry. Did I hurt you?”
“No Spike you didn’t hurt me you healed me…your love heals me inside and the beauty of it made me weep. Hold me, Spike, don’t ever let me go.”
“Never luv, Spike’s gotcha, not going anywhere, will hold you till the end of the world.”
He began to rain kisses all over my face and neck and slowly kissed a path to my breasts. Latching on to one pert nipple with his cool mouth he suckled gently eliciting a moan from me. He fondled my other nipple with one hand kneading, pulling and pinching giving equal treatment to both nipples by switching back and forth. Skillfully he distracted me, as he slipped his other hand between my legs rubbing me deliciously making me squirm with desire.
Soon, my feminine muscles began to pulsate, rippling up and down his shaft rhythmically, squeezing him erotically as the pain gave way to exquisite pleasure.
Groaning, Spike began to thrust slowly, deeply, going at a leisurely pace. Like a connoisseur he savored each and every sensation as I worked my inner muscles with every push and pull of his throbbing shaft.
Concentrating, I began to milk his shaft harder as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The move opened me up further, drew him in deeper and I began to meet his thrusts matching him stroke for stroke.
Gasping, he lifted his head to gaze at me and our eyes locked and then time stood still and the world faded away. His eyes became my world at that moment and in them I saw his beautiful soul and it took my breath away. Slowly, methodically, our tempo began to increase and pretty soon we were thrusting against each other with a punishing rhythm.
My pleasure started cresting; building, ready to explode and as my inner muscles began to tighten Spike slipped his hand between my legs and began to stroke me. “Come for me baby”, he whispered and then he pinched my clit sending me over the edge.
I screamed his name when my orgasm exploded as I surged higher lost in ecstasy. My body arched against him as he pounded into me a few more times and then he exploded. He roared out his climax, a sound that must’ve rattled the rafters as his face rippled, his fangs extended and his demonic countenance came out with his pleasure.
Then just as we were both coming down from our climax the cot collapsed underneath us sending us tumbling to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs making us erupt in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Apparently the steel cot that Xander had welded together for Spike could not hold up against our rigorous lovemaking.
If anyone came down into the basement to see what the commotion was about, we never knew and didn’t give it a passing thought. All we cared about was what we felt in each others arms and that is how we spent our time together until it was time to go to battle.
To say that my dying was nothing compared to the pain I felt for his loss is an understatement. I yearn for him, ache for him and nothing can soothe the pain I feel for not letting him know that I loved him in that one moment in time.
Taking in a long hard breath to compose myself, I pushed the button ready to see what the video had to reveal.
“They say that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but Heaven holds no wrath like a slayer seeking her missing lover!”
Tbc…
ANYONE WANT TO BETA MY NEXT CHAPTER? I HAVE IT READY JUST NEED SOMEONE TO BETA IT AND LET ME KNOW IF IT NEEDS TO FLOW BETTER PLUS THE USUAL TYPO'S OR OBVIOUS ERRORS CAUGHT! I POSTED ASKING FOR A BETA AT MY LIVE JOURNAL BUT NO BITES SO FAR SO IF YOU ARE INTERESTED JUST GO TO MY LIVE JOURNAL AND THERE I HAVE A BANNER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.
HERE IS THE ADDRESS:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/vel_vette/
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thanks are in order fevieeviews – not so many this time around…..hmmmm….
Katrina – thank you so much for that wonderful review – it really made my holiday! HUGS!
LadyLiz – thank you does not even come close to how your review made me feel. I really appreciate your comments and I hope this first attempt at naughtiness will not disappoint.
Amanda – I love your name and your stories – you honor me! Ya wee vixen! LOL!
I changed the rating to NC17 – if it doesn’t merit it let me know and I’ll change it back to an “R” rating.