Pleasure

Pleasure by Frenchie07

Posted: 10.10.04

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"You can't deny it," Spike said, taking a few steps toward her, "There's something between us."

"Loathing? Disgust?" Buffy tried, her breath catching as he reached out and brushed a hand across her face.

"Heat. Desire," He bent down and gently kissed her neck.

Buffy felt of rush of wetness between her thighs and tried to pull away, but his hand was on her waist, and held her there.

"Sp...Spike," Buffy sputtered, "You're a vampire," she bit her lip to keep from moaning as his finger gently brushed against the inside of her thigh.

"Angel was a vampire," Spike whispered in her ear, making her shudder.

Buffy gaped for a moment, at a loss for words, "Angel was good," she choked out finally.

"I can be good, too," Spike said, lifting his head to look her directly into her eyes, "I've changed Buffy."

For a minute, she was sure she was going to cave. For a minute, she knew he was telling the truth, and that there was no reason why she had to hate him and always feel afraid of him. But then her mind began screaming again, and she forced herself to pull away.

"What, the chip in your head?" she shot, "That's not change. Tha..that's just holding you back. You're like a serial killer in prison!"

"Women marry them all the time!" Spike yelled.

Buffy raised an eyebrow, "Uhh.."

Spike shook his head, "But I'm not...like that," he said, taking a deep breath, "Something's happening to me. I can't stop thinking about you."

Buffy shook her head and turned away.

Spike continued, "And if that means turning my back on the whole evil thing..."

Buffy turned back around to face him. She didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. She didn't even know what she was feeling. Part of her was touched, and part of her was scared. She shouldn't feel this way. It was wrong. Spike was evil. He didn't have a soul. She shouldn't be okay with him caring about her. But somehow, she was. And the only thing she did when she felt his arms slide around her from behind was jump.

"This is real here, Buffy," he whispered into her hair, "I love you."

Buffy turned her head to look at him. He was staring down into her eyes, and he looked so exposed, so afraid that she'd just walk away like she should. But she didn't.

Instead, she kissed him. She didn't know what compelled her to do it, but she pressed her lips against his, and she could tell for a moment he was shocked. But then he kissed her back, and his tongue forced her mouth open and she moaned. Part of her had always known he'd be a good kisser, but she was still amazed at what he was doing. It felt possessive and eager, but passionate and so good. She ground herself back against him, and he growled into her mouth, the vibrations running through her all the way down to her core.

He pulled away then to let her breathe, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as her mind tried to process what had just happened.

"Spike..." she said quietly.

He didn't answer, just spun her around and kissed her again, pulling her body to his. She could feel the bulge in his jeans, and her hand drifted down his stomach and brushed across it. He made a sound that Buffy could have sworn qualified as a whimper, and his hands slid up the back of her shirt. She arched her chest into his as he lifted the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. An involuntary shiver ran through her as the air hit her back.

Spike gently kissed her neck again and whispered, "Don't worry kitten, gonna warm you right up."

Buffy giggled and pushed the duster off his shoulders, before trailing her fingers back down the front of him and unzipping his jeans. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and his head dropped down onto her shoulder. She stroked him, loving the feeling of having all the control. Normally, she was so afraid of him and what he'd do to her if he ever got the chip out of his head. But now, with him muttering curse words as she caressed the most sensitive part of him, she wasn't afraid. She just wanted him. So much that she didn't care what this could mean. Didn't care what her friends or family had to say about it. She just wanted to be with him, and she couldn't explain why

She was brought back from her thoughts when she felt her bra straps drift down her arms. Spike lifted his head as he pulled the garment completely off. His hands proceeded to slide up her sides, making her nipples harden and giving her goosebumps. Her eyes drifted shut as his hands cupped each breast and his thumbs brushed over them.

He kissed her again, reaching around and cupping her ass, urging her to wrap her legs around him. She complied, and he lifted her up, carrying her over to the couch and gently lying her down. He climbed on top of her and pulled his shirt over his head. Buffy's hands wasted no time run up and down his chest and back, her nails lightly scratching pink trails dows sis sides.

She used her feet to begin pulling his pants down, and he undid the snap on her jeans with one hand, before pushing then down a few inches, but then stopping and staring down into her eyes.

"Buffy," he whispered, "Want to be inside you so bad, pet, need you more than anything," he looked down at her with pleading eyes.

Buffy pulled him back down, and kissed the soft flesh beneath his ear before whispering, "What's stopping you?"

As soon as she said it, his hands flew back to her jeans, and pushed them down further. When she was able to, she kicked them the rest of the way off on her own, and pulled him back up to kiss her. Their tongues massaged each others as his fingers stroked her, his knuckles brushing against her clit and making her gasp into his mouth. Then he stopped, and before Buffy could react, he thrust into her, and she pulled her mouth off of his and moaned loudly.

He paused for a moment, letting her adjust, and then slowly, he began rocking his his forward. She gripped his shoulders and lifted her hips, moving with him. Their hips slammed together as their pace quickened, Buffy's breath quickening with it.

"Spike..." she moaned his name, digging her nails into his shoulders.

Spike groaned in reply, and held himself up with one arm as the other slid down her abdomen.

"Fucking hell," he murmured, "So beautiful...so bloody beautiful...God, love you so much."

Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost to another moan as his thumb brushed across her clit.

Spike bent down and began kissing her neck again, only this time she could feel him nipping at her with blunt teeth, and she immediately knew what he wanted.

He lifted his head back up and continued to thrust into her, knowing they were both teetering on the edge.

"Buffy," he whispered, "Please...wanna taste you...won't hurt, I promise."

Buffy swallowed hard, and squeezed her eyes shut. She had to admit, part of her wanted him to, but a tiny voice in her brain was screaming at her, asking if she trusted him enough.

Finally, her eyes opened again, and she stared right into his and nodded.

Spike kissed her forehead, and trailed kisses down her face until he was on her neck again. She moaned as his tongue came out and slid across her jugular. She was so close, now, bucking her hips up wildly as he nuzzled her neck.

No sooner had she felt the ridges on his forehead, than his fangs plunged into her. She screamed his name as she came, digging her nails further into his shoulders, so deep she wouldn't have been surprised if he bled.

Spike growled and thrust into her two more times, before she felt his seed fill her. She held onto him, chest heaving as he slowly drank from her. Then he stopped, and she felt his tongue flick out to close the puncture wounds on her neck, and she sighed.

He rested his forehead against hers, then. His eyes still closed, but his face back in human form.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes drifting open.

Buffy wanted to say something, but couldn't. Not yet.

"It's okay," Spike assured as if he'd read her mind, "You don't have to say it. Not yet. Just..." he paused, searching for the words, "Let me love you. That's all I'm asking for."

Buffy stared at him, and then lifted her head and kissed him again, trying to pour everything she couldn't say into it.

When she pulled back, Spike reluctantly slid out of her and maneuvered himself so that his head rested on her shoulder. Her fingers drew lazy patterns on his back as they lay in silence.

Finally, Spike spoke again.

"You wanna leave?" he asked

Buffy shook her head, "Uhn uh."

Spike looked up at her and smiled, "Me either. But your friends are going to think I killed you."

Buffy cringed at the mention of her friends, "Don't talk about them," she said, "Just stay here. Like this."

Spike grinned and rested his head back on her shoulder, "With pleasure," he said, "Lots and lots of pleasure..."

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Author's Notes - Woo! Pointless-ness is awesome. Heh. Anyway, you should review!

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