Her Gift

Disclaimer: These characters are in no way mine, nor do I profit from them.
Thank yous: Black Dahlia and LadyAnne for the betas.

Her Gift

It was after midnight on Valentine’s Day. Spike had left a present for Buffy on her front porch. A card with poetry in it he didn’t write, and one of those trendy necklaces she liked so much. They’d gotten along pretty well during her birthday party so he figured it was worth the risk. She’d throw it away without looking, return it, destroy it, or keep it.

Spike poured a glass of blood. As he sipped from it, he glanced over his music, trying to decide what fit his mood, when her aroma hit him. Hard. This wasn’t the scent of the Slayer; this was the scent of Buffy, aroused. Fully.

“Spike?” Buffy said as she stood behind him.

“Yeah?” Spike replied as he turned to face her. Her fragrance was almost unbearable for him.

“Thank you for the present, I like it.”

Spike’s jaw hit the floor. Never in any of his fantasies did he dream Buffy would thank him for a gift.

“I forgot it was Valentine’s Day, and Dawn got so mad at me. Dad always did something special for us, and then when he left, Mom took over the tradition.” Buffy was fidgeting nervously as she spoke and it was making Spike twitchy. When the Slayer fidgeted he usually got punched in the nose or kicked in the gut. “After a screaming fit and a bunch of pouting I convinced her to go out to dinner and a movie. With milkshakes afterwards to make up for it.”

Spike tilted his head to the side and studied Buffy’s face, searching for clues as to what was going on in her brain. “Sounds just like the ‘bit. She dropped by here this afternoon; brought me some blood and a card.”

“Please tell me you had something for her.” Buffy shoved her hands in her back pockets, at a loss for what to do with them. She wished she’d brought a stake; at least then she’d have something to fidget with, instead of stupid hands that didn’t know what to do with themselves.

“What do you take me for? Of course I had a present for the ‘bit.” Indignation flashed across his face.

“I’m glad somebody knows how to make my sister happy.” Buffy sighed and sat down in the comfy chair.

He crossed the room to sit on the table so he’d be eye to eye with her. “Look Slayer, not that I mind or anything, but what’s happening here?”

“What do you mean?” Buffy gave him her wide-eyed innocent look.

“You coming in here acting all nice, striking up a conversation, not losing it ‘cause the bit came by, thanking me for the present…” Spike ticked each item off of a finger.

“What?” Buffy interrupted his list. “Can’t I be polite and make conversation?” Spike didn’t answer, he stared at her instead. “Ok, so maybe I’ve never been polite to you before, but you’re a soul…”

“Don’t start that now.” Spike started to stand but immediately sat back down with her next word.

“Sorry.” She twisted her hands in her lap and took a deep breath before she continued. “I wanted to give you a present, but I’m so strapped for cash-”

“Buffy, you don’t have to give me anything. Just that you thought of me is enough.” He was gobsmacked that she had thought of him, and he had no idea where this was going.

“But I want to. I’ve been so… ” she trailed off. “So I’ve decided to give you what you want.”

Now Spike was truly nervous. He was sure he was going to meet the business end of Mr. Pointy before the night was over. “And what do you think I want?”

“Me, anyway you want me. I don’t have to go back home for the rest of the night, Dawn’s sleeping over at Tara’s and Willow is… ”

“Let me get this straight.” Spike interrupted. “You’ve got a free night, it’s the national Give Your Honey Something holiday, and you decided to give me Buffy on a platter, anyway I want her. No repercussions, no arguments, anything and everything I want until sunrise?”

Put that way it didn’t sound nearly as appealing to Buffy, but she focused her resolve and whispered, “Yes.”

“Oh, Slayer, if you only knew what you got yourself into,” Spike sing-songed as he led her to the ladder. He took his time, lighting the candles around the walls until the room was glowing gold.

Buffy had draped herself across the bed, silently watching him with an unreadable expression. When he reached the bed, Spike gazed into her hazel eyes for several long minutes. Trying to suss out what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. Finally he gave up. No need to analyze it, just enjoy.

He lown own beside her, still fully clothed in her pink leather pants and gauzy blouse and stretched his body against her length. He still hadn’t broken eye contact, and Buffy was shaking.

“Cold, love?” He trailed one finger down her arm.

“Scared.”

“You don’t ever have to be scared when you’re with me, Buffy, I love you.”

“Don’t say that.” Spike pressed one finger against her lips. “You said anything I want, so hush and let me have it.” He leaned down to kiss her. Their lips lightly grazed, and Spike turned her body towards him so they were both lying on their sides facing each other. He ran a hand through her hair and started lightly tracing his fingers over her eyebrows, nose, lips, cheekbones, neck; when he finished tracing their outline, he started over again, kissing her features, reveling in touching her. Touching her how he’d always wanted to, but she always denied him.

When he found her lips again with his, he gave her the softest kiss she’d ever had. His lips felt like wings brushing against hers. When she felt his tongue lightly flick on her bottom lip she gasped at the sensation. Spike increased the intensity of the kiss by slowly running his tongue along her upper lip, again on the bottom, before gently sucking her lower lip into his mouth. When he released her lip, he pulled back and gazed down at the woman in his arms. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy, and her lips were still parted. Pleased with her reactions to his ministrations, he waited for her to open her eyes.

Buffy lay there; every time he grazed her flesh she felt tingles and an answering tug deep inside. She frowned suddenly and opened her eyes. “Why’d you stop?”

“Didn’t, just setting the pace.”

He rolled on top of her then, sliding his arms underneath her and pulling her close, still gazing into her eyes; he began kissing her again. Slowly, their tongues slid over and around each other, teasing, touching, tasting, neither closing their eyes, adrift in each other. Buffy’s eyelids slowly started to droop and Spike began trailing kisses down her neck. Flicking his tongue over her jugular, feeling her pulse throb beneath his tongue.

Her breathing deepened and she began grinding her hips against his. Spike was scaring her more right now than she had ever been in her life. What was he trying to do?

“Slow down luv, we’ll get there,” he whispered and began trailing his tongue along the edge of her blouse.

His hands kneaded into her shoulders and he nuzzled his face between her covered breasts and inhaled deeply, filling his senses with her unique aroma. He freed his right hand and began kneading her breast as he kissed her again.

Buffy moaned into his mouth and felt her body turn to liquid. She flowed against his flesh, wishing they were naked and he was buried deep inside of her. Spike sat up, pulled her with him and drew off her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts hung free, nipples hardened to stiff points; still sitting up, he pulled her naked torso against his.

A hiss escaped her mouth as she felt his cool, hard flesh pressed against her. He kissed her again with more passion and lay her back down. He worked his way back down her neck and pushed her breasts together. His lips brushed over both of her nipples at the same time and he began to gently lave them with his tongue. When he finally drew them both into his mouth and began to suck, a whimper escaped from her mouth and she ground against him again.

Spike smiled as he felt the goose bumps rise on her skin beneath him. He grazed her nipples with his teeth, eliciting a small cry from her. He felt her grinding against him and pushed one knee between her legs in a small offer of friction. She ground harder against his knee, and seared him with her heat. His hands and mouth left her breasts to explore the rest of her upper body.

Buffy was going insane. His touch was light and cool and her body was on fire; she needed him and she needed him now. He was torturing her with foreplay. As she started to protest he found her mouth again with his; there wasn’t any lightness in the kiss. It communicated one message. Need.

He pushed into her mound with his knee to give her more friction, and was rewarded with the feel of moisture seeping through his jeans. Buffy moaned and her hands began kneading his shoulders, his back, his biceps, anywhere she could get a grip. He felt her hips push down hard on his knee, her body aching for release. Still kissing her, he trailed his left hand down her body, gently tickling her sensitive spots, roughly pinching her nipples, and then his hand found her button and zipper. He very slowly unbuttoned her pants and slid down her zipper. He rose off her once again, quickly removed her boots, socks, and pants, leaving just her panties on. Still kneeling between her legs, he trailed his fingertips up her body, ignoring where she wanted him most. When his hands reached her neck, he cupped them against her cheeks and pulled her into another breathtakingly slow, deep kiss as he pressed his body against hers.

He pulled away from the kiss by inching his body down hers. She raised her head as far as she could to continue the kiss, but he was gone. She opened her eyes in confusion until she saw him kneeling between her legs. She smiled wickedly and started to sit up and come to him, but he stopped her by placing one hand on her flat, soft stomach.

Buffy was disconcerted; she looked at Spike questioningly. Normally they would have been finished by now, and onto round two. He’d yet to touch her where she longed for him to touch most, and he still had his pants on! She tried once again to sit up and pull him onto her, but he pushed against her with his hand on her stomach again.

“Spike, I …”

“Shh,” he whispered and placed one long, cool finger against her lips.

“What are you...?” she tried again.

“Shh, you said anything I wanted. I’m taking it.”

“But, I don’t understand, I thought you’d want something dirty and kinky and...” Desperate need and confusion were warring emotions on the battleground of her face; she heard Spike chuckling.

“It’s not fu-”

“‘M not laughing at you luv, well yeah, I am. You know so little about me, Buffy, if you really believed that’s what I wanted.”

“What? This isn’t funny, Spike, I’m going to die soon if you don’t touch me,” she pleaded, grinding herself against him as much as possible.

“Lesson thrst,rst, Buffy, there’s more to sex than racing to orgasm, screwing or fucking or shagging. This is making love. Something it’s time you learned how to do.”

Buffy’s temper flared and she interrupted him. “I don’t love you...”

“Maybe, maybe not. But I love you. You gave me Buffy on a platter and this is how I want it. If you hate it so much, you can leave.”

Not waiting for her reaction, he nuzzled his face onto the sheet and brushed his lips against the inside of her left knee. He heard her draw in her breath, and smiled as he kissed, nibbled, and licked her right up to her panty line. He skipped over her panties and nibbled her up to her belly button, dipped his tongue in, and started down over her right leg, ending up where he started, but on the opposite knee. She was shaking again and her breathing was heavy. Her hips were grinding up and down of their own volition.

Part of Buffy was enraged that he dared to touch her this way… but with every touch, she wanted more. She’d never experienced anything like this before. Not Riley, certainly not Parker, and not Ang --not thinking about him right now. Spike was worshiping her.

Spike worked his way down her right leg until he reached her bare feet. Kneeling again, he pulled her foot to his chest and gently massaged it. He couldn’t believe she hadn’t kicked him in the head and run out virtue fluttering. She’s so beautiful, like an angel; my angel, he thought as he drew her big toe into his mouth and gently sucked. He smiled at her whimper and continued kissing and rubbing her foot until he had worked on every toe; he gently placed her foot back on the bed and went for the left one and continued rubbing, licking, and sucking on that foot and toes, then he massaged his way back up her leg.

Another moan, another sigh, hips still moving on their own. This isn’t Spike the sex-crazed vampire. I don’t understand what’s going on. I’ve never felt like this before in my life, how can toe sucking be so erotic? Buffy wondered to herself. She gasped out loud; his fingers were gently massaging her just to the inside of both hip bones, causing her to burn for him, whimper for him to touch her there. But still he refused.

She felt him shift over her and realized his face was between her legs, less than an inch away from her still-covered mound. She tried to reach his face with her motions, but he kept inching away. Suddenly she felt his cool breath; he wasn’t quite touching her, but his sighs were reaching her folds. The coolness of it was making her more inflamed. He nipped the waistline of her panties with his teeth and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled them from her body.

He settled back down between her thighs, and admired her now exposed flesh. The color was perfect, a dark shade of rose. The proof of her desire was dripping from her, creating the beginnings of a small puddle between her cheeks. Spike smiled as her powerful aroma assailed him, like an aphrodisiac. He blew on her once more and watched the goose bumps prickle up again. With both hands he gently massaged from her hips to her breasts, kneading them, testing their weight, continuing to blow his cool breath from the top of her mound to the bottom. His hands found their way to her nipples, and he held both of them between his middle and index fingers and lightly started rubbing them in a circular motion with his thumbs.

Buffy moaned low and deep. She was trying with all her might to be still and let Spike have his way, but her hips had a mind of their own, trying to reach his mouth; still he evaded her. She felt a pressure build in her body as he worked her nipples, but didn’t know what it was; it was a kind of burning need deeper than she’d ever experienced before. It kept building and building and when he blew on her slit one more time, she didn’t have to wonder anymore; she came with a gasp.

”That’s it Buffy, gonna show you how much I love you, make you come all night.” Spike said watching as her come dripped slowly onto the sheet; still manipulating her nipples, he decided it was time to taste her essence. He plunged his tongue into her depths and began lapping at her nectar.

Buffy’s head shook from side to side denying his proclamation of love. At the first feel of his tongue inside her, the pressure within her built again and released instantaneously; her body finally had the friction she was soperaperate for and she came again.

Before she came down from this newest plateau, Spike wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He blew against her clit gently and whispered proclamations of love against her heat. Again, Buffy tried to protest before she could utter a sound he immediately went to work on her distended clit. He licked it slowly from the bottom to the top repeatedly as he watched her body shaking. He knew she was coming down and more than anything in the world, he wanted to feel her come all night.

As he started removing his pants, he began to suck on her clit. The sound she was making didn’t sound human. It was one sound that was a blend between a moan, a gasp, a sigh, and a scream.

When he had his pants completely removed, he bit her clit with his blunt teeth and she screamed for real. He felt her muscles spasming and dipped his tongue into her so as not to lose any of her precious juices. When her orgasm had subsided, but she was still twitching from the after-effects, he mercilessly started manipulating her clit again. She started babbling helplessly, “oh God, Spike, Spike, Spike, I need you, I need you, please.”

He was watching her; she was almost ready to come again, and this time he wanted her to look at him, “open your eyes, Buffy, look at me and I’ll give you what you want.” Her eyes flew open, locked with his and he instantly slid two fingers inside of her and began tickling that oh-so-sensitive spot as they worked in and out of her.

Buffy’s eyes may have been open, but she was unseeing. Completely blinded in ecstasy she’d never known before. The sucking on her clit, his fingers pumping in out of her vagina, and his fingertips rubbing her g-spot caused her body to convulse. Her back arched off the bed, her limbs were shaking, and her screams were echoing throughout the chamber as she came hard enough to hurt his fingers.

“That’s it luv, you’re so beautiful, so strong. Love doin’ this to you, watchin’ your eyes roll back, your body shake helplessly. Love knowin’ I’m the only one who can make you feel this. Only one who’s strong enough to love the woman and the Slayer. Love you pet, more than you’ll ever know.”

His softly spoken words washed over her, soothing Buffy’s quivering skin, while his touch caused the pressure that had yet to be fully released from her body to build. Suddenly she was turned around on top of Spike, his mouth and hands still stimulating her as his cock rubbed against her face. She instantly reached for it and began to lightly run her hands up and down his shaft before taking the tip of him in her mouth. She heard him growl against her in response. He was soaked from pre-cum; she greedily licked it all away. With her right hand closed around him she took him into her mouth as far as she could, moving her mouth and hand together to give him the feeling of complete enclosure. Unfortunately, some of his gorgeous prick was still exposed, so she wrapped her thumb and index finger of her left hand around the base of his cock, and began tickling his balls with her fingernails.

Spike’s moans and growls encouraged her, so she stepped up the pace. As she did, Spike’s mouth left her silken folds; working her only with his fingers now, he tried to fight the orgasm building in his body, but it wasn’t working so he decided to distract her a little. He continued fingering her with his index and middle finger and started working her clit with his thumb. He felt her slow down on his cock, and relaxed a little. Then with his tongue he started to explore her puckered opening. Buffy’s motions completely stopped at this new sensation. She moaned around his cock and wiggled her ass closer to his face.

Spike smiled wickedly. He continued using his right hand on her, but brought his left to join his tongue; he spread her cheeks wide and plunged his tongue inside her tight puckered opening.

She completely forgot about the blowjob and canted her hips so he would have better access. She was shocked that she wasn’t disgusted about what he was doing and even more amazed that it felt good. His other hand still steadily manipulating her clitoris, fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, and she started to come again. She lost all free will in the movements of her body. She was thrusting madly against his hands and kept canting her ass towards his mouth and hand; when suddenly she felt herself pushing against the tip of his finger, another spasm wracked her body and she slid down onto his finger. It slipped easily into her ass. She screamed in primal ecstasy and immediately began sucking Spike with a fury. The feel of her juices pouring onto his fingers as her walls clamped down spastically on him, the ring of muscles in her sphincter pulsing around his finger linked to the feel of her mouth on him sucking earnestly, pushed Spike over the edge and he roared as he shot into her greedy mouth and was quickly swallowed down.

She was still shaking. The pressure that had been building up inside her was still there. She needed Spike in her. She needed him and she needed him now. She felt him hardening against her face so she licked and sucked him to full erection again. Suddenly Spike had her on her back and was lying on his side beside her.

“Please, Spike, I need you,” she whimpered.

”You’ve got me Buffy.”

Spike wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and pulled one of her legs on top of his. He brushed the head of his cock against her clit, barely dipping the tip inside her, and then pulled back out to rub her clit again. She moaned. He smiled. He rubbed the head of his cock against her opening, she pushed down, but was halted by the fist he had wrapped around his length.

“Spike, I need you, I need you now, please.” Buffy’s eyes were wide as she begged for him.

“You can’t have me luv, not until you come again.” Flashing blue eyes burned into hers, challenging her.

“Help me?” Buffy looked at Spike eyes begging for something she couldn’t describe.

Completely undone Spike took mercy on her and whispered into her ear. “Beautiful Buffy, strong, powerful Buffy. Can’t wait to be inside you, feel your heat burnin’ me…”

Buffy began sliding up and down on him in earnest, letting his words dictate her rhythm. The ridge around the head of his cock was rasping against her g-spot on the downstroke, tickling her clit on the upstroke and she could feel his fingers holding his cock in place against her labia, adding yet more stimulation; she knew it wouldn’t take long. She pumped harder and faster on the scant two inches he allowed her Spike’s oaths driving her on. “Love you Buffy, love you more than anythin’ in all my life and unlife. You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever known. Gonna love you till I’m ashes in the wind.” And she came.

At the first feel of her muscles clenching around him, Spike slid on top of her and slammed himself fully and completely inside her depths. When he was as deep as physically possible, he held perfectly still, wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her deeply until the muscle spasms within her subsided. When she circled her legs around his waist he smiled and kissed her again.

Feeling only muscle twitches from his lover, he began slowly sliding in and out, withdrawing until only the head was inside of her, and then pushing until he was buried inside her to his balls, his cock grazing her womb. Every time he pushed in, she ground her hips in a circle to draw out the sensation; each time he pulled out, she gasped and pushed him back inside her with her legs. The agonizing pressure was building again and she thought she was going to die, Spike was moving within her faster and faster, pushing the pressure higher and higher. He kissed her again, hips pistoning against her, and she started wailing. “Spike, I’m gonna, gonna, gonna come again,”

“We both are.” With those panted out words, he went faster still, and harder, when he felt her muscles start to pulse around him he vamped out, and slid his fangs into Buffy. He rippled into game-face and pricked her discretely on her breast where no one would see.

She felt the sting of his fangs and screamed as the most powerful orgasm of her life slammed through her body, releasing that horrible amazing pressure that had been building from his first touch; she immediately clamped her teeth down hard on his neck, breaking the skin, and began to suck, heedless of the blood she was drawing into her mouth.

Buffy drinking his blood pushed him over the edge. He came in short, hard spurts timed with her contractions. He pulled his fangs from her breast, and cleaned the mark with his tongue, still feeling her quaking around him. Gazing deeply into Buffy’s eyes he spoke. "I love you, Buffy. You’re everything to me. I love you, till the end of the world.”

Buffy let go of the death hold she had on his neck as her limbs fell boneless to her sides. She felt something vibrating against her chest and realized Spike was purring while he lay completely spent on top of her. He sighed in contentment and rolled them to the side. They lay spooned together with Spike’s arms clutching her tightly to his chest. The rumbling deepened as Spike drifted off to sleep.

Tears rained down Buffy’s face. Spike had beaten her again. She’d offered him anything he wanted, figuring it would be chains and whips and kinky stuff like the handcuffs, or the balcony at the Bronze. She had wanted to use it as another reason why she could never be with him. To prove this thing between them wasn’t real. All she had managed to do was prove to herself that no human or vampire or whatever could ever make her feel the way Spike did. And it was because he loved her with his entire being; he held nothing back.

She let his purr lull her slowly and gently into sleep. As she entered the space between sleep and consciousness she sighed contentedly, burrowed against his body and murmured, “love you.”

Spike’s eyes opened and a lone tear escaped. He held her tighter and continued to purr. He knew he’d never get to be with her like this again, so he stayed awake all through the night memorizing the way she felt against him, her scent, the beat of her heart.

He feigned sleep when she woke. She quietly dressed herself and made her way to the ladder. She turned around and looked at him for a minute before silently making her way upstairs.

When she reached the door to the crypt she closed her eyes tight and fisted her hands at her side. “I’m sorry, Spike. I can’t love you. It’s wrong.”

From the base of the ladder Spike heard her parting words and sighed as he lit a cigarette. He took a deep drag and waited until he heard the door close before he answered. “I know Slayer, I know.”