A Trunk Full of Trouble

A/N; Sorry this is so slow is coming. I have been sick for the last week. Anyway, enjoy the spuffy.


Chapter 7 – The Taste


Now that was a great topic, and she took it as a good sign that he was asking about kisses. “No, it was a taste.” Buffy licked her upper lip.

“A taste?” That certainly was not what he expected her to say, he thought as his eyes followed the tip of her tongue. Involuntarily, he mirrored her action while he stepped closer to her on her bed.

She nodded slowly, deliberately. “Yes, Spike, a taste…a taste of you.”

He thought he could recognize a seduction when it was directed at him, but with this special girl, he was trying to avoid keeping his hopes too high. “Well, how did I taste?” Couldn’t hurt to ask, could it?

“Like I want more.” Buffy’s eyes glittered. Oh, how she needed this gorgeous man.

He closed the space between them. Now, Spike knew for sure. Now he could relax and enjoy her advances. “Like you want more?”

Still on the bed, Buffy lifted up on her knees in order to be able to reach his lips and whispered. “More. Definitely more.”

Reachup, up, she wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. Her tongue immediately sought his out.

When he pulled back so that she could get some air, her voice was husky. “Now do you want to taste me?”

Spike flashed his fangs for just a second. “Don’t you know, little girl, that it’s not safe to ask a vampire to taste you?” He had to make sure she knew what she was getting into.

She laughed and gave him the brightest of bright smiles. “I think I’ll live in danger.”

Ah, this girl was going to make him or break him. “Kitten, I would like to sample your lips.” Sticking out his tongue, he ran it across her lower lip and along the crack in between. Pulling back to look into her eyes, he knew she felt the coolness of his tongue against the heat of her lips, knew she was reminded that he was a demon instead of human. What he didn’t see was any second guessing about being with him.

She parted her lips in invitation, and he didn’t hesitate. He swooped in with his tongue immediately to hers, savoring.

When he pulled back, he licked his lips. “Uhmmm, you taste like the sweetest of candies.”

“Shut up and sample me again.”

But when they came up for air, he just couldn’t let go of her acceptance of their differences and ramifications yet. With a serious expression, he held her at arm’s length. “Let’s just get this straight, luv. I’m a demon.”

Buffy knew what he was doing. He was making sure that her mind was made up about getting involved with him. She was sure. Without a doubt sure. “I’m a human.”

“I’m a vampire”

“I’m a vampire slayer.”

Spike tilted his head thoughtfully and looked deep into her beautiful, hazel eyes. “Do you care?”

“Not one stake or fang.” Her smile shined in her eyes for him to easily see.

He didn’t know what foolish maggot got into his brain, but he gave her one more out. He shifted into his demon visage. She never batted so much as an eyelash. Instead she reached up to explore and ran her index finger across one of his canines. Having no idea how sharp his fangs were, she nicked her finger, causing a droplet of blood to form. She looked at her finger totally expressionless, and then she looked at him before doing the strangest thing. She began opening her mouth, which histh mth mirrored of its own volition. Then she put her finger in his mouth and swiped the blood across his tongue. She could read his eyes. The only emotion he felt was surprise. Not the desire to make her dinner, just surprise.

“Spike, do you trust me?”

All he could do was nod.

“I trust you. Now kiss me. And more, more, more.” Spike is his human facade smiled as he threaded his finger through her hair and pulled her to him. Their mouths met open with tongue seeking out each other. Spike’s knees threatened to give out from just the kisses.

She broke the kiss only long enough to slip his t-shirt over his head. Then her hands were free to play. They danced and chased across his rippling muscles. She wanted to look her fill but wouldn’t give up his lips. Finally her hands ventured to the waist of his jeans. Making quick work of the belt, those hands unbuttoned his fly and unzipped them, pushing his pants to the floor so that he could step out.

Once naked, Spike changed positions with her. He moved her so that he was sitting on the bed, and she was between his legs. As she had, he made short work of her clothes. With all clothes out of the way, Sppullpulled her along with him so that they were both lying on the bed, her on top of him.

She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh, and it fascinated her. She shifted so that he was still on his back, but she was now lying on her side next to him. Never breaking their kiss, Buffy grasped his hard shaft. She stroked once up and down, enjoying the sound of his moan into her mouth, and she found the silky smooth skin beneath her hand captivating. She brushed her thumb once, twice, three times across the head of his shaft, spreading the pre-cum. She listened to him groan in gratification again and again, but this time she watched as he broke their kiss and threw his head back in ecstasy. She stroked again, and she watched the muscles in his jaw work, his pleasure causing her to smile.

Finally taking pity on him, she slid down the bed to sit so that her face was even with his crotch. Her voice was husky. “Ja taa taste.” Still stroking him with her hand, Buffy flicked her tongue across the head several times, and smiled when the moans were starting to sound painful.

Spike was thankful that he was not still standing up, or he knew that his knees would have buckled for sure when she took the cool head of his member into her mouth and sucked lightly. The rest was a blur of a warm mouth and hands grasping his shaft and cupping his balls. He felt his orgasm build much faster than he would have liked, much sooner than what was “manly,” but what she was doing to him just felt too wonderful. His shaft going in and out of her mouth was heaven.

Buffy smiled the best she could with him in her mouth when she felt his hands fist in her hair? not controlling her, just holding on. There was something just so primal and satisfying about that action. She knew he was about to come, but then felt his hands pull back on her head, giving her the choice of how to finish. With her free hand underneath his buttocks, she pushed him back into her mouth as he exploded.

Watching Spike coming down from his high, Buffy chuckled as his eyes finally focused on her. But then she was very aware of her nakedness and what she had just done. If pressed, she would have to admit that she had very little experience with sex. A one night stand with a jerk named Parker and a relationship with do-it-by-the-book Riley. And oral sex was just a footnote. So to say that she had little experience with oral sex or any sex would be a colossal understatement. On top of that, this was the only time she had really wanted to be as intimate with someone as bringing him to orgasm with her mouth.

Not knowing any of this, Spike opened his mouth and inserted his foot, including his combat boot. “Your mouth should be madbloobloody national monument.”

Buffy just blinked a few times as she sat up at the end of the bed. It took a moment for Spike’s words to sink in, but when it did? as her blush flamed? she swiftly turned her back to him. Not knowing what to do, she reached down to the floor and jerked up the first piece of clothing she touched? his black t-shirt? and held it up in front of her for some modesty.

At first, the brutish idiot that he was had nea wea why she was covering up. But then when it was clear that she meant to move away, he had a much-needed moment of clarity. A national monument?! Spike wanted to stake himself. Twice. “No…please…” He quickly sat up but kept his distance. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry. My sodding tongue should be cut out. Here, I’ll even get a stake for you with my name on it.” After he could see a few of her muscles relax, he scooted closer. “I’m sorry. I’m not use to girls as… inexperienced as you…” He scooted closer s unt until about eighteen inches left between them. “…unhardened but tender as you. And that is a compliment, my fair love.” Hacheached out, halted, then moved again until his fingertips rested on her shoulder blade. He drew a straight line down her back to her waist, and he was thankful that she let him. “Don’t let my bleeding jaded words ruin this for you, for us.” This time he traced his line from her other shoulder e doe down, and smiled when he felt her shiver.

This time he ran his hands, feeling her with his palms, up her back. “What you just did was a gift…” His hands traveled down her arms to her bent elbows where she was holding up his shirt. “…of which I so foolishly defamed…” He slid his hands under her forearms to finally cup her hands. “All I can do is ask for your forgiveness.” Holding her hands and ignoring the shirt, he wrapped her arms with his on top just below her breasts. “If I’ve gotten under your skin as much as you’ve gotten under mine, you’ll stay with this stupid vampire tonight.” He nuzzled her neck before whispering in her ear. “Please, luv, say you’ll stay.”

When she nodded, he blew out an unneeded breath. Letting go of her hand and scooting back, he started with one shoulder reigning kisses across her shoulders and neck. “Thank you…thank you…thank you…”

After a moment’s hesitation, Buffy had nodded her head, agreeing to stay. After all, she believed him. He say say that he was from thetoritorian era which was…well, long ago. Over those many years, he had to have been with many women. So she forgave him, but with a determination that he had better make it up to her. And judging from what his hands and lips were doing to her body at the moment, she would come out a winner.

Ah, it felt so good wrapped in his arms. His hands rubbed up and down her arms occasionally, but a simple gesture that was…was quite a Band-Aid for her injured feelings, but also who would have thought that a gesture so simple as a stroke down her back could be so erotic. He just held her while his lips and teeth kissed and nibbled along her shoulders, sending little tendrils of lightening throughout her body. Everything he did made Buffy want to purr like a kitten.

With both of them still sitting up, Spike scooted back so that he could trace her spine with the tip of his tongue, ending in her hairline where he nibbled. He knew that he was getting to her by the goose bumps that appeared on her skin. He was behind her on the bed, straddling her, and he slowly moved until he was too close to stroke down her back anymore but switched to her arms. But he was close enough to kiss from the farthest point of her shoulder to the joint where the shoulder and necme tme together, and then up to her ear. As he reached around and cupped her breast, he moved forward, closing the gap between them.

She gave a little jump when his hand moved up and cupped her breast, taking her nipple between his index finger and thumb. When her head lolled back and over to the side, providing him with better access to her neck, he was pleased because he was pleasuring her, and she was trusting him to do so. He massaged her breast, rolling and pinching her hard nub, while he bit with blunt teeth on her neck. He was surprised how much his demon desired to bite her tender neck, draw on her succulent blood, but no. He had bit sexual partners before, but this wasn’t such a time. This wouldn’t be casual, so he kept himself under control.

Since Buffy was so wrapped up in what Spike was doing to her breast and neck, she didn’t notice at first the other hand moved down until she felt his fingers playing with her course, pubic hair. She felt his hand slide between her legs, first nudging them farther apart which she gladly complied. Then she felt his middle finger slide across her clit and the entrance to her sex. He rubbed back and forth several times until on one pass, his finger slipped inside of her. Her moan echoed throughout the room. His finger stayed, moving in and out with the heal of his hand rubbing her clit. Soon a second finger joined the first. In and out. In her daze, Buffy finally noticed that Spike was moving in time with his hand, rubbing his hard member on the crack of her ass and lower back. Even outside of her, the sensation felt wonderful. He had turned her whole back into an erogenous zone. She let herself go, feeling his fingers and his shaft moving against and fingers in her. But after a moment, Buffy tried to reign herself in when she felt her orgasm approaching. She had other plans. She pushed back on Spike and wiggled against his hard shaft. He took the hint. After removing his hand from her sex, he grabbed hold of her hips, lifted her and sat her back down so that he was inside of her to the hilt. They froze for a moment, enjoying the first joining of their bodies. She began to move on him, and he moved with her. Then he stopped, stilling her with his hands on her hips.

Buffy was scared. Had she done something wrong? When he lifted her up and off, she knew she had done something wrong. But then he turned around so that they were facing each other. “Luv, I need to see your face our first time.” Buffy’s smile blossomed. She had done ing ing wrong and more importantly, he had said ‘our first time,’ implying that there will be others, a second, a third, a fiftieth maybe?

Feeling like a light was shining down on him from her smile, Spike moved her around so that she was lying on the bed. Spike also smiled, but it was the feral smile of a cat that was moving up her body with feline intent to gracefully pounce. He moved up until their lips met and melded. The kiss was deep and long, only stopping for Buffy to come up for air, and then the kiss began again.

When Buffy felt Spike’s shaft nudge her entrance, she lifted up her hips in invitation, and he slid in until their bodies were melded just as their mouths were. Their motion was perfectly matched, slow and leisurely, each savoring every second, every feeling. The kissing only stopped when, with their heads thrown back in ecstasy, they came hard simultaneously. As the pleasure finally ebbed, Spike stayed where he was, still inside of her. With her legs she held him there, content feeling the weight of his body pushing down on her own. Regardless of her hold on him, Spike had no desire to move off of her? move out of her.

Spike was blown away. To be a part of her was to be a part of heaven. Lying there, still inside, he knew with certainty that she was now his. She didn’t know it, but she was. He had been so afraid of commitment over the decades, and now he was scared she wouldn’t accept him on a long term basis. His demon inside was screaming to claim her for all time. That Spike wouldn’t do, but he would do whatever it took to keep her.

With him inside of her, Buffy felt like she had truly come home. Here she had been looking for it in different placin din different people, and all she had to do was have the car where she was hiding in the trunk, stolen. Simple, Buffy thought with a laugh. Not simple at all, but when she had really taken a look at him, felt him, she had seen home. She still didn’t think she could admit it to him yet, but she could to herself. She belonged to him.

And that was the way they fell asleep, both physically and mentally apart of each other.

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TBC