Therapy

Chapter 7 / Therapy
Disclaimer in chapter 1

Later that night as Buffy and Spike patrolled the cemetery, " I guess I should tell you, --um..." stammered Buffy.

"Come on slayer what is it this time?" queried Spike.

"Well. You know Dawn and I are seeing the new therapist right? She's pretty good and ...um... Dawn knows about my sleeping with you." She confessed

Spike looked completely gob smacked, "You told your little sis, have you gone daft?"

"No, she needed to know. She's been thinking I was avoiding her. It's not her; it's all the other crap in my life. I've decided that the gang can grow up. I am not responsible for the problems in their lives, they are. I can't solve them. I have to take care of Dawn and myself." She answered.

" Huh," Spike looked confused.

"You know Dawn helped me realize that I have been treating you like an unfeeling thing, not that you're human, but she made me see that you do have feelings, and I know how much it hurts when they get ignored by others. I am sorry. I know I have hurt you."

" Buffy... I... Bloody hell, no need to apologize pet, I'm the Big Bad."

" No Spike you may be the Big Bad, but I've been a pretty poor excuse for a human for a while now. I intend to change that. Oh, and Tara knows too."

"Glenda knows? How long's she known?" Spike asked.

"Since before my birthday."

"Oh...Sod it all... explains it then." Spike smirked.

"Explains what?" Buffy asked.

"Never you mind luv, never you mind."

"It's looks awful quiet out here tonight, wanna head back?" Buffy asked.

" I believe so...Care for a 'visit'?"

Buffy grabbed Spike and kissed him; they ran back to his crypt.


Back at the crypt, as they franticly tore at one another's clothes, 'No Spike stop!"

"What?" he cried in frustration.

"Not like this, slow down, I want to go slow. I want to be gentle." Buffy whispered as she gazed at her feet.

"Aw God girl, do you mean that?" He asked, his face open, hope shining in his eyes, "Do you really mean that?"

Buffy looked up at him, "Yes"

"Please... please don't be teasing me love, I can't take it."

" I'm not teasing Spike... please go slow and gentle...I wanna feel good about us."

"You said 'US' as in...what are we? A couple?"

"I don't know. I just know we've got this lust thing down pretty good now. I wanna try tenderness, and see if I can handle it."

"Pet, I can be so very tender. I can be wver ver you want..." he purred as he wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her softly, gently worrying her bottom lip. He moved to her ear, and slowly caressed it with the tip of his tongue.

" Luv, you're trembling, shall I carry you?" He kissed her neck.

"Carrying... um sounds to the good," she murmured.

Spike swept Buffy up into his arms against his chest and carried her to his bedroom. Standing her next to his bed, he tentatively reached for the hem of her shirt.

As he slowly drew it over her head she shyly reached for his chest. Timidly she began to unbutton his shirt and pushed it back off his strong shoulders.

Spike began to cover her in butterfly kisses that tingled and teased her sensitive skin as he moved from her neck down across her collarbone to the hollow at the base of her throat, down her chest to the soft upper slope of her breast.

Reaching behind her he unclasp her bra. Slowly he slid the straps down her arms, and kneeling he began to kiss her body. Starting at her ribs moving ever so slowly toward the outer curve of her breast, circling inward to her aureole, and finally gently suckling her nipple.

Buffy in a daze laid her hands on his shoulders to keep herself from weaving.

His cool hands drawing light little circles on her back from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back gliding around her waist to unbutton her jeans, lowering the zipper with his teeth.


Hesitantly he drew her jeans down her legs to bunch finally at her feet, he moved his soft kisses down her taunt stomach to nip at her navel.

He traced a lazy serpentine path with his tongue down to the top edge of her lacy bikini panties. Moving his hands slowly down from the small of her back around her hipbones, he slipped his thumbs in the sides and drew the panties down.

His hands glided around to gently knead her buttocks as he kissed her thatch of curling hair. Buffy gasp as he sat her on the bed and drew her jeans and panties off her feet.

She sat shyly forward anfasnfastened his black jeans, sliding them down his long legs. Freeing his cock from restraints it sprang forward proud, full and impressive.

He stepped out of his jeans and laid her back on the satin sheets, as he knelt worshipfully between her tanned legs and kissed down her inner thigh to the back of her knee, lifting her leg, he kissed a trail down her calf to the ankle over the foot.

Gently he sucked each of her toes, lapping under them with his quick catlike tongue.
He began the same slow nearly torturous path up the other leg again to reach the thatch of honey blond curls. There he stopped and softly blew across her nether lips as she gasped

Using the lightest of tos hes he softly drew her moist lower lips back and began kissing with a feather light touch alternating kisses with little laps of his tongue and nips of his teeth.

Threads of electric current began to flow outward through Buffy, all starting from the cool lips and tongue of her lover. Yes that sounded so right to her, Her Lover.

He laved her softly, maddeningly slow. Hesitantly he slipped in first one finger then another to find and stroke her g-spot, adding the third and increasing the pressure.

Buffy tried to buck and thrust against his hand but he held her flat with one hand on her stomach. "No sweetheart, slow and gentle," he whispered against her clit.

Moaning she reached down to draw him up on the bed to lie beside her. She begissiissing him starting with his lips, so soft tasting of her, and so cool, almost cool enough to quench the fire in her own mouth.

She trailed light kisses and nips across his face to his sensitive ear then down his neck to nuzzle and nip at the vein there. She followed the path he had taken with her, across the collarbone down to his nipple, then she bit him on the left nipple and she pinched the right one, his back arched and he cried, "Oh Buffy!"

She pushed down on his chest, murmuring, "Slowly, Gentle now" kissing down his ribs moving from side to side as she lapped and kissed her way to his navel. There she stopped and slid her hands back up his chest to nipples caressing and tweaking them to rigidity as her mouth moved down to his own light brown thatch of curls.

Suddenly there she was, between his legs, one hand drawing slow circles on each thigh, as she ducked down and gently licked the sensitive spot below his balls, licking up and taking one into her mouth she lapped and suckled first one then the other.

She slowly lapped up his hardened length, to run her tongue around his head like an ice cream cone, Flicking the tip with the end of her tongue, peppering little kisses back down to the base of his cock. Rising up she took his head into her warm moist mouth, slowly tenderly she took all of him in.

His back arched as his hands wrenched at first the sheets, finally grasping the headboard.
Pulling and bowing his spine he groaned, as her mouth slid hot and wet sensually up and down alternately sucking hard then soft as his balls grew heavy and began to tighten, he reached for her.

She released him and giggled, "Slow, and gentle, not yet", she moved up his body to lie against him, pressed full length over him.

He rolled them over, as he began to kiss her. His kisses were deep intense, and full of longing. She returned them matching his coolness with her fire, passion building.

She wrapped her right arm over his shoulder and around his neck, stroking at the hair on the nape. Her left arm came around his ribs and her hand stroked his strong muscular back down to his buns.

She parted her legs and drew the right one up and around his waist her left hand clutching and kneading his butt. Her left leg wrapped around his leg, he slowly lowered himself down with his cock rubbing against her clit, and he began oh so slowly to rock against her, so slowly she doubted that he moved.

He began to rock just a little harder and just a little faster, breaking off a kiss he murmured, "Slow Luv, you wanted slow and tender, shhh slow" as he gazed deeply into her hazel green eyes with his vivid blue ones, both sets of eyes glowing dilated, speaking volumes.

Somewhere she had heard that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and gazing into his now she could almost believe he did have a soul, she saw so much love there. He returned to kissing her softly gently. Worshipping his love.

Rocking together she felt the lightening firing in her clit gathering in her core, it grew and throbbed. Her breathing grew ragged and harsh, she closed her eyes. "Please luv, let me watch you, look at me, open your eyes," he pleaded softly.

Her eyes snapped open, t it it was an expanding growing wave of energy building in her core, "OH Spike oh my God, Spike, AHHHH!" Her vision blurred, her skin flushed with a rosy glow, as waves rolled through her, washing her away on the crest of her first orgasm of the night.

Spike kissed the hollow of her throat, chuckling, "Slowly pet, we need to take our time." He continued to rock against her. Her orgasm continued to wash through her in smaller waves. Like a spring breeze blowing away all thought all worry. It banked back to a small fire, almost a glow, leaving comfort blooming throughout her.

As her breathing slowed and her heart stopped racing he slowed. Then lifting his hips slipped his left hand down between them to stroke her clit guiding his hardened length into her.

He entered her bit by bit, gasping. She was so warm, so tight, so wet. He knew that this was his chance. Yes they had been together before, coupling wildly, passionately but this was his chance to make love to Buffy, his golden goddess.

He wanted to make it last forever. To show her the strength and depth of his love for her, maybe she would finally open up and admit she had feelings for him. Maybe frogs would grow wings. But Bloody hell, he was going to give it his best shot.

With his hand still between them stroking her clit her breath began to hitch. She groaned into his mouth. Finally he was hilted in her and he stopped, not moving at all.

Neither could tell where they ended and the other began, they were fused, they had become one being. He broke away from kissing her and lifted his head to gaze into her eyes as he said, " I love you---without you there is no me."

She gasped, then plead softly, "Love me, never leave me please - just don't leave me."
He plunged back down to kiss and suckled her neck as he began to thrust into her.

Against her neck he murmured, " I will never leave you, never my love." She began to whimper, pleading "faster, harder," Pulling him hard against her with her arms.

He grasp her by the wrists holding her hands above their heads and crooned, "No pet. You asked for gentle, Gentle I will be. Just ride with me."

The energy began to build crackling, electric almost visible between the two as they rocked and thrust into one another, joined in the oldest dance known to man.

Soft sighs and moans filled the air, building in volume and intensity until they both came in a blinding explosion, arching into one another, frozen at the highest point of passion and emotional release either had ever experienced. Their orgasms battling and climbing over each other finally becoming one shared by both as consciousness left them.

Soft moans and murmurs came from them as the returned to awareness and their connection with the world.

Buffy whispered shyly, "I think I passed out."

"So did I luv. It's called 'petit morte' by the French, 'the little death'." he replied. "This is the first time I've ever felt it."

" Do you think we could...try...um ...to do that again?" Blushing Buffy asked.

"DO what make love, ... or the petit morte?" He asked.

"The petit thingy?" She replied quietly.

"We can try, I know we can make love, " He murmured as he began to kiss and nuzzle her. He was stunned that she had not reacted to the 'make love' statement, and wanted to distract her before she fled from him into the night.

Kissing her deeply, he rolled them over so that she straddled him. Never breaking the connection of their bodies. They kissed and fondled each other, as he grew hard inside of her.

She began to ride him slowly, rising up until just the head of his cock was inside her, then sliding slowly down to rock pelvis to pelvis grinding her clit at the base of each stroke. He cupped her breast, thumbed her nipples; leaned up and suckled first one then the other.

Swiftly she leaned into his neck kissing and nipping his jugular. As her orgasm built frenzy seemed to seize her, she bit him hard drawing blood. She swallowed enraptured by the coppery salty taste, biting harder she cried out "You're mine, all of you, mine forever."

That was all it took, murmuring "Yours forever" Spike was again at the point of his release. Buffy cried out "Bit me" He did using his blunt human teeth. In his heart claiming her as his own, his heart, his mate.

They both rocketed to a new mind shattering height of release, again overtaken by the 'little death' of a mutual and profound orgasm.


Awareness left them but this time he returned to consciousness a little before his love, and turned them on their sides to spoon her against his chest as they drifted off to a deep and peaceful sleep.

She awoke in the wee hours of the early morning, snuggling close to him, watching him as he lay there. Her wide hazel green eyes taking in every detail, memorizing him.

He lay on his side with his arm across her and one leg draped over her. His platinum blond hair full of soft curls falling across his forehead, the rigid styling gel had lost its battle. His face was innocent and relaxed. His eyes closed, she thought in sleep, his long sooty thick lashes creating shadows that left him vulnerable looking, his brows relaxed.


He could damn near talk with just his brow and eyes never saying a word with his mouth, she thought. His poor nose, she wondered how many times it had been broken. It was still straight and even, just a bit too small for the cheek bones that thrust out of his face leaving hollows to draw your eyes down to those lips, the top one a little thin, definitely masculine, but the bottom lip was plump and full almost succulent like a fashion models. Truly the face of a seraphim.

There were scars on the left eyebrow and around the edges of the eye. Buffy knew that they were from his life as William. Vampire didn't permanently scar. She had dropped a church organ on him and left him in the fire that followed and those scars were gone, even the scars from Glory's tortures were faded to nearly invisible.

Her eyes traveled down his long and almost too thin neck to the broad expanse of his chest, all the muscles defined and clearly seen, his nipples dark brown, turning almost maroon when aroused.

Her eyes flowed down to his ribs, broad and open, she felt as if she could crawl inside them and be safe from the world with his long powerful arms wrapped around her.

Jeez, she realized he could have been the model for Michelangelo's "David". He wasn't really all that pale; by candlelight he had ft aft almost golden glow to his skin. On the heels of that thought she realized he was awake and watching her in the same way.

"Good morning my love" he purred in that wonderful rich deep voice, that made her vibrate down to her very soul. Gazing at her with eyes so deep blue you doubted your own senses.

"Good morning," she replied blessing him with a soft kiss.

Spike was stunned, she hadn't run off, she wasn't playing 'kick the Spike' she was staying with him cuddled up and at peace. "Is little bit at home or off with one of her mates?" he queried.

Languidly Buffy answered, "She's at home and she's old enough for me to trust her."

"Who are you? What have you done with the real Buffy?" He asked.

"This is the real me. I told you we've been seeing a therapist. She made me see that I need to let go, let Dawn prove herself."

"I don't know Buffy. I think I like this bint. She's good for you, She's brought you a sense of peace that I've missed." He mused.

"Maybe you ought to go see her, just talking to someone who is not a part of your life feels so relaxing." Buffy hedged.

"Like I need a therapist, Bloody Hell I'm a vampire girl, did you forget?" he retorted.

"No I didn't but you did, last night, I asked you to bite me, and you didn't use your game face."

"Why would I, sod it all girl, I thought you wanted to make love." He gazed at her.

"Spike I want to accept all of you the monster and the man, not just part of you. I want to explore my feelings and I think you can handle it if I loss them and explode. I don't know anyone else that can."

She paused taking his hand, " I do have feelings for you. I saw into you last night, and I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to lead you on, but I don't want to lose you either. Dawn said some pretty smart things to me yesterday" * was it only yesterday* " I think we ought to see where things can go. Dawn misses you and wants to spend some time with you."

" I miss her too, I almost---- Oh hell, I do love her like my own sister." He responded.

Buffy slowly rose from the bed and began to gather her clothes.

"So here we go, out she runs." He sighed.

"Do you see me running? I just need to head home and handle some business" she replied. "I wonder if, --um-Would you like to come over for a movie tonight, just let's keep the sex stuff out of sight and under wraps around her for now OK?"

"Bollocks, you said she knows about us." He barked.

"I know but she's 15 and all 'tell me, smoochies, ooh' and I'm just not comfortable yet OK?"

"All right, I remember what it's like" he chuckled. "Yeah I guess a movie would be ok, just no 'chick flick' right!"

"Nothing all blood and gory either" she retorted.

As he pulled on his jeans he asked, "Should I bring some munchies? Or maybe my own drinks?"

Buffy leaned in to kiss him softly and answered, "I'll get everything, just bring yourself."

"Sounds like a plan" he hugged her.

As they steeped off the ladder into the upper level, she reached back to hold his hand. If Spike's heart had been beating it would have skipped a beat then. Buffy turned, wrapped her arms around him and they stood in a mutual hug, just happy to be with each other.

"See you tonight about 7ish, Dawn will be so happy" she muttered.

"And what about you?" he asked softly.

"Oh me, I'm looking forward to it," She giggled as she gently kissed him good-bye and walked out the crypt door.

Spike stumbled to his chair and bonelessly collapsed shaking his head in disbelief, "Bloody Hell" he muttered " we've a Saturday night DATE!"

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