Lost Memories
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Reflecting
“Don’t hide from me.”
“I wish you didn’t have to leave”
The words were still swirling around in his head hours after leaving her. Two simple sentences, that’s all. Eleven words that meant more to him than any gift he had ever been given. Meant more to him than maybe even his sorry excuse for a “relationship” with Buffy.
He’d been trying hard to keep his human guise in place. He’d learned the hard way that a moment’s loss of control would mean a sudden end to the “festivities” where the slayer was concerned. She’d noticed almost the instant that keeping the demon at bay had become almost impossible. She placed a gentle but firm hand on his chest, effectively stilling him and forcing him to focus on the words coming from her mouth rather than the feel of her body beneath him.
“Don’t hide from me. Do whatever you want with her, but please don’t hide from me.”
Then she had thrust her hips toward him so forcefully, taking him all the way in so fast that he hadn’t been able to control the demon in him. Then she had stopped and taken a tortuously long moment to softly caress his face before roughly dragging her thumb across his left fang and offering the beautiful and intoxicating read droplets up like a sacrifice. The second her blood touched his lips, he knew there was no going back, the demon had taken over, he had just hoped she wouldn’t hate the man for it afterwards.
Apparently she had set out tonight to impress and surprise him at every turn, because the acceptance of his demon and the gift of her blood wasn’t the most interesting part of his night. The real shocker came just seconds after he’d collapsed beside her, taken a couple unnecessary breaths to regain his composure and moved to get out of her bed and back into his clothes. Before his feet could even touch the floor, she was pulling him back to her, not because she wasn’t sated, but because she wanted to hold him. The funny thing was, that only a few months ago he would have laughed at her naiviety. Vampires, do not snuggle. But, obviously he’d changed even more than he realized, because he didn’t even argue with her. He just snuggled a little closer to her and silently wondered how long he could stay before a certain blonde came bursting through the door stake in hand.
Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he’d dared to stay. He thought she was asleep and had used all his considerable vampire stealth to untangle himself from the covers and the beautiful redhead. As he was getting dressed he was startled by her voice and shocked at the words that flowed shamelessly from her.
“I hate sleeping alone, I wish you didn’t have to leave.”
“Sorry luv, can’t play bed warmer for you, don’t think the slayer would like that too much”
“Spike, you can’t ever play bed warmer, what, with the being dead and all. Besides, I’m not looking for just anyone to “warm my bed”. I wish you could stay, that’s all.”
No sooner than the words were out of her mouth he was kissing her again. Not nearly as forcefully as he had been earlier, but slowly, softly, sweetly even. Trying to show her just how much all of this affected him. If he’d still been human, he’d have spouted some poetic dribble about hearts and bulges. But, William had been the poet, Spike was a little more physical, a creature of action, so he poured every ounce of his long lost soul into that kiss, and hoped it was enough.
All in one night she had managed to satisfy and intrigue the demon and touch the man in a way no woman ever had and he had to see her again. He just hoped she would be as willing and accepting as she had been tonight.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave”
The words were still swirling around in his head hours after leaving her. Two simple sentences, that’s all. Eleven words that meant more to him than any gift he had ever been given. Meant more to him than maybe even his sorry excuse for a “relationship” with Buffy.
He’d been trying hard to keep his human guise in place. He’d learned the hard way that a moment’s loss of control would mean a sudden end to the “festivities” where the slayer was concerned. She’d noticed almost the instant that keeping the demon at bay had become almost impossible. She placed a gentle but firm hand on his chest, effectively stilling him and forcing him to focus on the words coming from her mouth rather than the feel of her body beneath him.
“Don’t hide from me. Do whatever you want with her, but please don’t hide from me.”
Then she had thrust her hips toward him so forcefully, taking him all the way in so fast that he hadn’t been able to control the demon in him. Then she had stopped and taken a tortuously long moment to softly caress his face before roughly dragging her thumb across his left fang and offering the beautiful and intoxicating read droplets up like a sacrifice. The second her blood touched his lips, he knew there was no going back, the demon had taken over, he had just hoped she wouldn’t hate the man for it afterwards.
Apparently she had set out tonight to impress and surprise him at every turn, because the acceptance of his demon and the gift of her blood wasn’t the most interesting part of his night. The real shocker came just seconds after he’d collapsed beside her, taken a couple unnecessary breaths to regain his composure and moved to get out of her bed and back into his clothes. Before his feet could even touch the floor, she was pulling him back to her, not because she wasn’t sated, but because she wanted to hold him. The funny thing was, that only a few months ago he would have laughed at her naiviety. Vampires, do not snuggle. But, obviously he’d changed even more than he realized, because he didn’t even argue with her. He just snuggled a little closer to her and silently wondered how long he could stay before a certain blonde came bursting through the door stake in hand.
Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he’d dared to stay. He thought she was asleep and had used all his considerable vampire stealth to untangle himself from the covers and the beautiful redhead. As he was getting dressed he was startled by her voice and shocked at the words that flowed shamelessly from her.
“I hate sleeping alone, I wish you didn’t have to leave.”
“Sorry luv, can’t play bed warmer for you, don’t think the slayer would like that too much”
“Spike, you can’t ever play bed warmer, what, with the being dead and all. Besides, I’m not looking for just anyone to “warm my bed”. I wish you could stay, that’s all.”
No sooner than the words were out of her mouth he was kissing her again. Not nearly as forcefully as he had been earlier, but slowly, softly, sweetly even. Trying to show her just how much all of this affected him. If he’d still been human, he’d have spouted some poetic dribble about hearts and bulges. But, William had been the poet, Spike was a little more physical, a creature of action, so he poured every ounce of his long lost soul into that kiss, and hoped it was enough.
All in one night she had managed to satisfy and intrigue the demon and touch the man in a way no woman ever had and he had to see her again. He just hoped she would be as willing and accepting as she had been tonight.