Fueled Enchantment

Chapter Seven


His fingers felt so good on her face. How long had it been since anyone had touched her?
Doctors, therapists, yes. But a friend, or a lover? A hug, even? Years...


His eyes were still boring into hers. She had to force herself to think about what he'd just said.


" Because it's not over for me, either."


"Oh." His fingers were running slowly back and forth across her lower lip. It was the most
sensuous thing she had ever felt...


"I'm having those dreams again." His voice came in a husky whisper. Now his thumb was probing
against her upper lip, stroking the underside of it. "Like after Willow's spell? But now Buffy has
shiny brown hair." His thumb slipped inside and sought out her tongue in a caress.


Me-he means me! A memory washed through her, of that crazy engagement due to Willow's
spell. She had not admitted it to herself, til now...but the touching had been-amazing. Hot.


Well, why not? Why not find a little pleasure before it all ends? It was her last coherent thought
for a long time.


His cool thumb continued to stroke her. She bit it gently, and couldn't stop the soft whimper she
made as he pulled it away. But then his lips brushed hers and it was all right again. His arms
gathered her tight against him as his tongue met hers and she nearly wept, it felt so delicious.


It began to rain, but they took no notice, too enchanted by the kiss, and the next one, until she
began to shiver, both from passion and the chill.


They began to walk quickly to the house, but her leg gave out on her in the slippery grass. Spike
lifted her and swept an arm under her legs, cradling her against his chest, his face buried in the
curve of her neck. He chuckled and said, "Now this is a bit of all right!" and for once she didn't
feel embarrassed or angry about a spill.


"Where now?" He asked as they stood in the kitchen.


"My room," she said grabbing his hand boldly but turning pink none the less.


"Better than mine," he said. "I'm right next door to the bloody watcher."He sounded so agrieved,
she had to smile.


They went to her room by the back stairs, to avoid the living room., and got there without seeing
any of the others. Once inside, Buffy hooked the lock and turned on the small lamp next to her
bed , and then stood, uncertain.


"Do you want me to go?" Spike asked softly.


"No! I want you here." She protested.


Spike turned away from her for a moment. " If..if it's yes and yes, and then all of a sudden it's
no....well, I'm not sure I can handle that very well. Kind of afraid of how I'd handle it."


He was giving her another out.


"I'm not going to do that, tease you. I want you here." Her teeth chatterrom rom the cold and
tense muscles.


"You should shower, get warm. I'm not good in the warming up area." He still stood across the
room, hands in his pockets. He looked as nervous as she felt.


She got an idea. "I have a bathroom." She opened the door to the small room. "It has a big tub."


The tub was the old fashioned, claw footed kind, two feet deep. Big enough for two people. She
pulled him into the tiny room, turned on the small night light, and began the water. Soon they
were engulfed in steam.


He shrugged his coat off and let it drop to the floor. "Let's get you out of these wet things." He
began tugging at her shirt.


She had to tell him. She gently placed her hands over his. "Spike," His eyes locked on hers, and
she knew he was afraid she was going to send him away. "I don't look the way I used to. I have
scars, and my leg is..." She ducked her head. She used to be so pretty.


"I don't care about your scars, Buffy. You're beautiful, perfect. I'll kiss every one of them, if you
like." His hands resumed their task while he kissed her face, her eyelids, her ears. Soon she was
naked, and he once again lifted her off her feet.He slid her into the bubbles, his hands leaving her
reluctantly.


"Hurry up and undress," Buffy whispered.


In the soft glow of the night light he didn't look real, all carved ivory like a statue, until he moved.
Then he was all grace and glide, like a wild cat, like some new and powerful species of man.


His skin was like silk, cool for a moment until it took on the water's temperature. His cock, which
she had barely dared to glance at, prodded the small of her back, long and hard. He eased her
back against his chest and pushed all the bubbles off her torso.


"Wanna see you," he groaned. His large hands cupped her breasts, plucking at her rosy nipples
until she squirmed in pleasure. "You're so lovely, better than in my dreams."


She turned in his arms and found those lips, and she pressed her open mouth against them licking,
tasting...and he kissed her back like the ravenous wild thing she had glimpsed a moment before.


"You...you love...her, " she gasped against his lips.


"You!" he nearly growled, and she felt the rumble down her spine and between her legs. "You're
my Buffy, restored to me back to me." Then he was kissing her furiously, his tongue ramming
until she met it with her own soft one, and he melted into her.


Suddenly she felt herself being lifted and moved until she was backed against the tub, and he was
on top of her, and between her legs, his mouth on her neck, her nipples, his hands stroking and
clutching, memorizing every curve , every dip and swell.


The fingers of one sensitive hand found the scar between her breasts, the wound that had nearly
ended her life, and had kept her from stopping Dawn on the tower.


"That..that's from the knife, when Dawnie..." She wanted him to know, but couldn't say
anymore, her throat was too tight.


He was still for a moment. "You say the word and I'll bite it, put my claim right there, and it'll
never look like that again." He looked into her eyes, unblinking.


The offer stunned her, but not from distaste. Which stunned her even more "Maybe-can Ink
nk
about it?"


"Sure, sweetheart. I'll just do a temporary fix, hmm?" His lips found the spot, and he began
sucking, leaving lover's bites all around the scar. Then his lips found other, more sensitive spots
until she was writhing in pleasure.


She found herself being lifted from the tub and rubbed with a soft towel. She returned the favor,
stoking the towel over his hard, smooth body, making him tremble when she gently toweled his
groin and thighs. She slid down his body, drying his legs, feeling his cock jump against her cheek
as she brushed him. She wanted to devour him, right there in the steamy bathroom, but her leg..


She circle his cock in her small hand, and drew the head to her mouth, where she gave it a long
tonguing, while his shaking hands stroked her face and hair. She looked up at him. "Carry me to
bed."


He swept her into his arms and took her to the bed, and pulled the covers around them, making a
warm private place where they could do what they desired.