nights in white satin
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,609
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0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
thin lining of skin
'Do not disturb this blood red earth,
re're's no giants sleeping beneath
And carnival queens on their deathbed scenes
all go through motions of grief,'
Buffy blew out a sharp cloud of air as he circled around her, his cool hand brushing back her hair to expose the twin scars on her neck. He chuckled darkly as he whispered into her ear, They will never heal.
One hand strayed down to her stomach and he felt the involuntary clench of her muscles beneath her thin lining of skin. His other hand strayed down to hers and wrapped itself around her wrist as he lowered his mouth to the marks on her skin, the points of his teeth pressing against the marks from the other night.
Buffy moaned and leaned back, her head tilting to one side.
There is so much I could teach you. Worlds you haven't even dreamed of. You are like a sleeper, Slayer, on the verge of waking yet unable to topple over that precipice into true awareness.
She could feel his hardness against her now as his mouth made a small sucking motion on her neck.
The only question is, Slayer, he pulled away and studied her profile for a moment before asking, Do you want it?
She started and for a second a myriad of images and emotions rushed past her and through it all she heard the promise in his words, Give into me and I will give you life, surrender so you can live. The words rang through her and she remembered Spike saying the same things to her and how close she had been then, if only she'd reached a little higher --
Yes, God, yes.
Without another word his teeth sunk through her neck and she could feel herself being pulled into him as he swallowed her greedily. His hands clutched at her and she could feel everything fading except the rhythmic thrum of her heart and the rush of the blood in her veins.
When he finally pulled away she had to force herself not to stumble, as his hands grasped at her and pulled her out of the cemetery into the dim-lit streets.
And carnival queens on their deathbed scenes
all go through motions of grief,'
Buffy blew out a sharp cloud of air as he circled around her, his cool hand brushing back her hair to expose the twin scars on her neck. He chuckled darkly as he whispered into her ear, They will never heal.
One hand strayed down to her stomach and he felt the involuntary clench of her muscles beneath her thin lining of skin. His other hand strayed down to hers and wrapped itself around her wrist as he lowered his mouth to the marks on her skin, the points of his teeth pressing against the marks from the other night.
Buffy moaned and leaned back, her head tilting to one side.
There is so much I could teach you. Worlds you haven't even dreamed of. You are like a sleeper, Slayer, on the verge of waking yet unable to topple over that precipice into true awareness.
She could feel his hardness against her now as his mouth made a small sucking motion on her neck.
The only question is, Slayer, he pulled away and studied her profile for a moment before asking, Do you want it?
She started and for a second a myriad of images and emotions rushed past her and through it all she heard the promise in his words, Give into me and I will give you life, surrender so you can live. The words rang through her and she remembered Spike saying the same things to her and how close she had been then, if only she'd reached a little higher --
Yes, God, yes.
Without another word his teeth sunk through her neck and she could feel herself being pulled into him as he swallowed her greedily. His hands clutched at her and she could feel everything fading except the rhythmic thrum of her heart and the rush of the blood in her veins.
When he finally pulled away she had to force herself not to stumble, as his hands grasped at her and pulled her out of the cemetery into the dim-lit streets.