Fueled Enchantment

Chapter nine


He was shivering. No, that wasn't right, because vampires didn't feel the cold. He was trembling.

She had felt it as they had taken the stairs to her room, walking so close together they touched.


Once inside her room, Spike had locked the door, and she noticed then that his hand shook. He
had taken her in his arms, cradling her head into his shoulder. And he had trembled.


"Spike, do you need food? Blood?"


"No, I'm fine." He said, his voice muffled against her neck.


"So why are you shaking?"


He swallowed hard enough for her to hear. " I figured you needed a break. I was just going to
hold you. You know...um... cuddle. Girls like that, right?"


" A break?" She asked, ducking her head into his shoulder so he wouldn't see her amused grin.


" I was pretty demanding last night. And I saw that you had a hard time walking up the stairs."


"Oh. It's the dampness. Makes my leg kinda stiff. It wasn't what we did last night."


"I thought maybe I hurt you." The words were even more muffled.


"Oh. No! You didn't hurt me. You were gentle. And...it was wonderful. No hurts."

vam vamped out. Twice. Couldn't stop it." Still muffled.


"Yeah. It startled me for just a second. But... I was trying to make you...you know... um...come."


"Yeah." He swallowed again.


They continued to stand near the door. "So," she asked, "cuddling isn't a vampire thing?"


"Uh, well. Right before sleep..."


"You want to cuddle on the bed?"


"Sure," he said in a strained voice. Buffy grinned into his shirt.


They kicked off their shoes and got on the bed. Buffy pretended she didn't see the ridge in his
jeans. She snuggled onto her side, her back to his front. He slid his arm around her and nuzzled
his mouth into her hair. She sighed. "This is so nice."


Buffy wiggled closer, and her bottom pressed against his crotch. His arm, under her breasts,

flexed hard as steel, pulling her so tight to him she could barely breathe.


"I don't want you to think I'm only in this for the sex." He whispered into her hair.


"I don't think that, Spike. It hasn't even occurred to me."


He let out a whoosh of air. "So, can we be done cuddling? For a while?"


"Sure."


She had seen vampire speed before, in fights, lots of times. She had even seen Spike move with
blinding speed a time or two But this time he applied his speed to their clothes. In a flash she was
stripped and flat on her back, with a very aroused vampire on top.


"I can get better at the cuddling," he moaned, spreading her legs apart with his legs. He moved
until his cock was touching her entrance. "Know I'm rushing you. Just started thinking that last
night mige the the only time. Then I was thinking that I was being a pig, just thinking about this."


He moved his hips from side to side, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. His impossibly
long eyelashes drifted over his eyes and he took small panting unneeded breathes.


Anything hard left in her heart melted away. " Oh, Spike. I want you, too. I wasn't thinking about
cuddling at all." She stretched her hands over his firm, quivering buttocks and dug her nails in,
pulling him to her, at the same time moving a fraction so the head of his shaft slid into her wet
pussy.


"Do it hard,"she whispered, and then she bit his neck, knowing her teeth drove him wild.


"Buffy...love you."


"I love you too," she whispered, and then she could no longer think to talk.

Later they talked, wrapped together under the quilt.


"I don't want to lose you. Want us to be together.." He said.


"How can we? Tomorrow we fight the Queen. If we even survive that, the High Coven has a plan
to send us back to our own dimens."ns."


"Yeah, but it's a ritual. I asked the red witch about it. We need to be there, do the magick crap. I
say we just skip town. What do either of us have to go back to?" We can be together here. be
happy."


What did she have to go back to? A creepy watcher that might be wanting to eliminate her.
Certain death-or worse-at the hands of a vampire or demon...Didn't she deserve some happiness?
She had done her best, for years. Wasn't it right that she retire? Did all slayers have to die?


"Come with me, Buffy. I swear I won't eat anybody. Unless they're trying to hurt you. And I can
get work. I know you don't like steeling and all that. And we can find a voodoo witch to give me
a soul, like married Spike did."


Her heart pounded so hard she could barely speak. "How will we get away?"


"You'll do it? You'll be with me?"Spike's face lit up with joy.


She smiled and nodded yes.


He grinned. "Won't be any trouble getting out of here, luv. I know where Giles keeps the Council
of Wanker's credit cards."