Relentless Revenge ((COMPLETE))

Chapter 8: Unexpected (Part 2)

Taking Buffy’s vacated spot on the weight bench, Willow watched with fascination as the once mortal enemies began to spare. She was reminded of a time that Buffy had mentioned that Spike referred to their fights as dancing. Now Willow knew what he had meant, and Spike had been absolutely right. The pair was perfectly matched, trading off who had the upper hand and neither ever keeping the advantage long. The fight was fast, furious and totally engrossing for Willow to watch. Not to mention the verbal sparing that never ceased was equally entertaining. Willow hadn’t realized that Dawn had come back down and was ready to leave until she felt pul pull on her sleeve to get her attention. “Hellooo, Willow. I said I’m ready.”

“Oh…right. Sorry, Dawnie. Hey, Buffy, Dawn’s ready. Let’s go.”

“But I haven’t finished kicking this old man’s ass yet,” Buffy called back while glancing quickly over to her friend and sister.

Spike took advantage of the distraction and swept her legs out from under her, sending Buffy to land flat on the mats, air rushing out of hungsungs. “A little too cocky, aren’t you, youngster…”

“When I’m done, you will be begging for that wheel chair back.” Buffy vaulted back on her feet in an instant.

Dawn and Willow knew when they weren’t needed and left. Both were certain that they were already forgotten before they had even made it out the front door.

Even if neither Spike nor Buffy did not acknowledge their absence, both combatants had noticed that they were now alone, and the fight decidedly took a turn. Each began changing tactics, finding openings to use wrestling type moves, pinning the other to the mat, jumping on the other, and going for holds instead of punches.

If this had been a boxing match, the announcers would have been making observations about the pair slowing down and looking for clinches to catch their breath. But that was not the case here. Each were just looking for and enjoying the increased body contact, finding pleasure in the lack of an audience.

However, when Spike began to feel himself get too obviously aroused, he called for a break. He thought…no, he knew things were progressing well between him and the Slayer. She had asked him to stay, hadn’t she? He didn’t want to screw things up now. And giving into the temptation of her gorgeous body pinned under his, by kissing her senseless, putting his hands on…

Spike quickly turned away as he felt himself grow even harder, not wanting her to see his arousal and chance making her feel uncomfortable around him again. No, different thoughts were definitely needed, mate. “Water.”

“Huh?”

“Water. How about some nice *cold* water?” or *cold* shower, he thought with a grimace.

“Sounds good. Thanks…” Before he made it to the stairs, she continued, “Spike, I wanted to start patrolling again tonight. Do you want to come with?”

Now Spike knew the euphoria Dawn had felt earlier. He wanted to jump around, yelling his small but precious victory all the way to the stars. The Slayer wanted to be with him!

‘Ok, you nit, play it cool. Don’t push her. Take what she freely gives and be happy,’ Spike mentally scolded himself. “Sure,” he replied as casually as possible and then quickly headed up the stairs.

When Spike came back down, Buffy was again seated on the weight bench. “Sorry, luv. I don’t have any bottled water yet. You’ll just have to make do with the old fashion kindaterater and ice in a glass.”

“I knew you hadn’t joined this century yet,” Buffy joked, smiling her thanks.

Spike chuckled as he put some space between them, going over to lean on the far wall but also leaving himself a good view to admire Buffy. Cor, she was beautiful, even when sweaty. He watched her gaze intently at her glass, turning it around in her hand in obvious fascination. “Hey, now. You’re not devising the best way to use my glass as a weapon on me, are you? ‘Cause these two are the only ones I’ve got right now.”

Buffy looked up at him sharply at first, but to Spike’s surprise, she quickly looked back down at the glass. A bright red blush slowly crept up from under the neckline of her shirt all the way to her hairline. Spike’s eyebrows rose, also. This was definitely moving up his scale of interest.

Buffy had been caught thinking about what, in her own mind, she called the Ice Dream. However Buffy realized that she was sick of dreaming and ready for reality. “No, your precious glasses are safe. I was thinking about a very unBuffylike dream I had a couple of weeks ago that I just can’t seem to forget. Or should I say, I don’t want to forget.”

“Much better than designing a weapon. And…?”

Taking a deep breath, Buffy went ahead and took that last step off into the proverbial new and uncharted territory before she cold lose her nerve or have second thoughts. Slowly turning the glass in her had, Buffy now openly admired the glistening ice. “This dream started in my bedroom. Since that night was stifling hot, I went downstairs to get a glass of ice water to hopefully cool down. A glass just like this.” Since she could tell that Spike had grown very still, Buffy glanced up quickly to make sure he was still listening. Now he looked almost mesmerized by the glass, also. “When I went outside to sit on the porch and enjoy the breeze, he came to me, taking some ice, rubbing own own my neck, down my front…”

When Buffy reached into the glass, grabbed a piece of ice and started to demonstrate, Spike came off the wall, tension poring off him in waves, and licking his lips as he watched the ice melting down into the neckline of her shirt. at aat a lucky bloke, you mystery man…”

However, Spike lost all ability to speak as Buffy looking him in the eyes, sucking on the piece of ice , “No, I knew him. I knew who he was before he ever touched me…”

Not happy with this new turn in the dream, Spike leaned back against the wall as casually as his jealousy would allow. “Slayer, I have no desire to listen to your wet dream about some soddin’ fantasy man…”

“Spike, I always know when you are close by before I see you, and I knew it was you before I ever saw your face in that dream. It’s always you…” She finally broke out into the first smile since starting the story, “Want me to tell you what else we did?”

Good thing Dawn and Willow had left the room because anyone standing between them would have been singed by the sparks flying between Buffy and Spike, and no one would have been fast enough to move out of vampire’s way getting to his Slayer.

With a foot or so left between them, Spike surprised Buffy when he knelt down in front of her, not touching but pausing, holding himself back with a noticeable effort. “In order for this to happen, for us to ever happen again, you’ve got to be sure. Never a ‘no’ again while you mean ‘yes.’ It’s just not fair to you or me. You’ve got to say ‘yes,’ out loud for anyone to hear. ”

Buffy carefully placed her hands on either side of his face, running her thumbs across his cheek. Since taking that final plunge, she was now committed, single-mindedly determined to see it through.

Spike turned his head and kissed her palm reminding Buffy of their dance by the park that one night before he had returned to Lon Th That night she had let him leave. That night she had been too afraid to follow her heart. But not this time. With resolve shining in her eyes, she spoke up, “Yes, Spike.”

“Are you sure, luv? Do you kwhatwhat you’re saying yes to?”

Leaning forward so that they were almost touching nose to nose, “Listen up, you bleached blond hard-head, it was yes this morning,” pausing to kiss the tip of his nose. “It is yes right now,” she kissed him on his scarred eye brow. “And it will be yes tomorrow,” she assured him before kissing him on the other eyebrow. “Yes to all, everything. The whole enchilada.” Then she kissed him on the lips.

Spike could only stare, totally dumbstruck. Even if he had tried, he could never had imagined such a tender answer from the Slayer.

Buffy knocked lightly on the side of his head, “Hello, anyone home under all that perioxide? You want me to demo that ice trick now, comatose man?”

This wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a pinch , but he had felt that knock on the side of his noggin. “Maybe later…” was all he could manage to choke out.

Buffy was thinking a little more constructively. Thinking how much she would like to be on her back, lying on the mats under him before he could even finish the last word. Mmmm, under Spike – a very good thing. And then how his mouth would follow. She had waited way long enough for this, which felt like her whole life.

Spike was elabut but still very hesitant. His hopes had been dashed so many times in the past. All he could do was stare at her mouth. Those beautifully sculpted lips that had rocked his world in the last few days. Those lips that had told him to stay in Sunnydale and were now telling him ‘yes’ to his dearest dreams, even offering a demo of an erotic dream of her own. He wanted to go on looking at her smiling at him, a smile meant only for him… Huh? What the hell was he thinking? ‘Taste this delectable treat now and look later, you poof!’

Spike slowly took their glasses and set them down on the floor. He picked her up off the weight bench, wrapped his arms around her middle to lift her up and then spun her around the room with a boyish laugh. After a few moments of pure joy, Spike slid her body down his until her lips were level with his own. As their mouths met, open, wet and warm, the fire so long held at bay ignited.

Buffy could feel his jubilation and desire tinged with wonder, shock and fear. Well, she would just have to kiss away that last one.

The kiss held a whole new world for both, full of passion, desire, heat, but also full of hope for tomorrow, tasted of promise and acceptance. Buffy opened her mouth for him, sighed at the delicious taste of Spike as their tongues dueled, quickly reacquainting themselves but never getting enough.

Still holding her flush against his body, her feet a few inches off the floor; Spike started to carry Buffy towards the stairs.

Buffy pulled back for air, saying with a sly smile, “Mats look comfy…”

“Let me show you upstairs instead.”

She gave him another long, enticing kiss. “Mats are closer…”

Nipping at her tongue, Spike felt a growl begin from deep within, “Red has the key to this place and could be back anytime. Don’t want Nibblet’s sex ed class to be a show and tell, luv.”

“Eeww!” Buffy scrunched up her nose at the thought.

Spike placed a kiss on the offended nose, “My thoughts exactly, kitten.” He was struck by what a hindrance a soul could be. Making a vamp like him all sensible and the like, scared of getting caught by her friend and kid sis making love to the Slayer. Setting her down on the first step of the stair case, Spike spun her quickly around so he wouldn’t change his mind and gave her a playful slap on the arse to send Buffy on her way up.

But even with good intentions and all that blah, blah, blah, Buffy only made it up a couple of steps. As she was stepping onto the third step, Spike found himself staring at a shapely Slayer’s arse wiggling in front of his face. That little temptation was just too much for this deprived vamp. It had been months, after all. Hell, he was still having erotic dreams about the delectable anatomy Buffy had flaunted during their last pool game.

Buffy felt a cool, soft touch on her bare skin, just below the bottom of sho shorts, which froze her in her tracks and sent delightful tingles up her body. As she paused, she thought she would actually purr out loud as she felt his hand slide further up her thigh, under her shorts now. Long cool fingers set her skin on fire as they made their way to her panties, caressing, enflaming her desire.

‘Well, at least we aren’t in obvious view anymore,’ Spike thought as he wrapped his other hand up under her shirt, around her waist, turning her around to face him.

Buffy’s lips curved up into a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile as Spike pushed her shirt up to kiss her belly button, dipping in, licking, tasting. Next that talented tongue licked a path to her left breast as the hand from around her waist burned a path to fondle her other breast. Buffy was now in a dilemma. Sensations from three different areas bombarded her senses, making her dizzy with desire. While Spike’s mouth tugged and suckled her taut nipple, a hand boldly caressed the other breast as another hand continued to tease her crotch through the silk of her panties. But then Buffy groaned with disappointment as Spike’s two hands came off her writhing body, together to unbutton her shorts and started inching down her legs. Spikes cool mouth followed the downward decent, blazing a trail first over to the valley between her breasts, then down to the curls at the apex of her legs but only darting between for a second, nipping at the curls before continuing down her inner thigh.

Buffy practically growled his name in frustration. “Spike…,” she said through clenched teeth, quickly kicking her shorts off the rest of the way. Buffy buried her hands in his short, blond hair, trying to pull him back up. He obliged until he got back even with her sexy little curls. Gently pushing her down on her back against the steps, Spike began licking, teasing and nipping in earnest. As she hit the sweet peak of her climax, Spike kicked off his own pants and easily slid into Buffy, owiftwift joining, embedding him to the hilt in her heat. Feeling more complete than she ever had before, Buffy enjoyed watching Spike’s eyes rolled back as her tight body enveloped him. Both held perfectly for a moment still savoring the exquisite feel never matched before.

Unable to stay motionless any longer, Spike started to move with Buffy quickly matching his rhythm, again perfectly attuned to the other. Another dance all its own. The pleasure increased and the climax was soon upon them. As Spike felt Buffy tighten even more around his shaft, he made one last deep, hard stroke, sending them both over the edge, both crying out with the overwhelming pleasure.

As Buffy slowly floated back down to earth, the feeling in her back on the *so* uncomfy stairs returned. “Bed,” she gasped.

“Heard of one of those buggers,” he whispered in her ear as he nibbled on her neck. Cor, this was where he was meant to be.

Squirming some beneath Spike, Buffy gasped, “You. Me. A bed.”

“Mmmm, I love how you come up with new ideas. Would really novel for us, love, but it’s all the way on the third floor.” Now he was sucking gently on her ear lobe.

Squeezing his ass for emphasis, Buffy whispered back, “I’m not sure you want the image of your naked ass, as cute as it is, burned into Willow or Dawn’s brains.” Realizing how much fun that was, she squeezed again for good measure, of course.

Spike groaned with pleasure as he picked her up and carried up the stairs.

*****

Well, they did make it to the second floor. The sofa in the living area was good enough. It’s the thought that counts, not that they were thinking of anyone but each other at that point.

Since round two had detoured to the second floor and round three didn’t make it past the second stairwell, they did eventually make it to the master suite on the third floor by the fourth round.

Buffy was now lying sated with her head on Spike’s stomach, enjoying the feel of his hands gently stroking through her hair. “You’re such a bad influence, you know?”

His hand froze. “Why this time, kitten?” Spikered red that the bubble had finally burst until he saw the twinkle in Buffy’s eyes.

Buffy felt bad when she saw the vulnerability quickly pass across his expression, but she knew she deserved that. Her post-sex track record was truly shabby. Well, tonight was the night to start healing any open wounds. “I should be patrolling but here I lay, thoroughly enjoying you.”

“Don’t hold your breath for an apology, luv.” Smiling again, Spike moved his hand to sensually stroke the sensitive side of her breast.

“Oh, no,” Buffy said flashing big, innocent eyes, “I can find much better thing to hold.” It was definitely time for round number five. Somebody ring the bell.

*****

A while later, Spike could tell Buffy was beginning to fall asleep. An event he found himself dreading. If Buffy followed her previous pattern, she would pull away before falling asleep, breaking all physical contact, never trusting him enough to hold her as she slept. Others might think that it was a show of trust for a slayer to even fall asleep in the same room with a vampire. But Spike thought otherwise. He suspected that if he touched her, she would instantly jerk awake, slayer defenses back up in force.

But Spike had one more surprise coming before they both gave up to the lure of slumber. As he expected, Buffy rolled to face away from him but then scooted back to find a comfortable position up against the length of his body. Without any hesitation, Spike jumped at the opportunity and spooned his body around Buffy. But still not wanting to take any chances and ruin the bliss, Spike tentatively rested his hand on her hip. Buffy made a souhat hat suspiciously sounded like a purr, snuggled a little tighter up against his front, and then pulled his arm around her. Spike nestled his face in her hair, inhaling her scent even as sleep finally claimed him.


TBC….

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