"The Sexiest Thing is Trust"

Title: “The Sexiest Thing is Trust”
Author: femmenerd
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Spike and Buffy aren’t mine. They belong to Joss and ME. This is what would have happened if they were mine.
Summary: Yes, it’s the fade-to-black scene from “Chosen” but er, perhaps a little less vanilla than some other versions. Just as lovey-dovey, though. “He trembled as he secured the restraints, looking up at Buffy questioningly after he latched one of her wrists. She smiled at him and he moved gently on to the next. When the second latch clinked shut, Buffy felt a rush of heat flood through her as the tension in her body eased. For now, at least, she wasn’t a general – she was just a woman, loved and safe.”
Author’s Note: One of my main “kinks” is super lovey-dovey kink. The potential for that is a large part of why I ship Buffy and Spike. I’m all for Spike’s redemption and loving, soul-having sex – I just don’t ever want to see my Spuffy couple lose their fire. The title comes from the Tori Amos lyric in the song, “Jamaica Inn.”

From “Dead Things”

“Do you trust me?”

“Never.”

After all the kisses in the sordid fairytale that was Buffy and Spike, these kisses were new. They tasted different…or rather the same, matching shades of sweet and hot, sweet and hot. Didn’t clash like before with his side bearing the bitter tang of obsession and hers desperation flavored.

They came together in the musky damp of the basement and it felt right. Familiar tingles but unprecedented calm.

Hands and fingers quickly moving, groping and grasping and threading through various shades of artificial blonde.

And she wanted this, needed this, needed him to know….what?

They were tripping backwards then, fumbling towards the cot. His lips were on her throat, their bodies bumping and molding to one another.

They crashed down onto the lumpy bed and she began to writhe under his exploratory touch. His hands were gliding over the surface of her, shaking as if he’d never done this before. She kissed him harder, wanting to swallow him whole and keep him forever inside of her. Buffy opened her eyes to watch him as he worked at her mouth with his own, dark lashes closed against alabaster cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the abandoned shackles and the shivers began anew.

She’d felt guilty when he’d been chained up here because it had made her hot. Everything had been full of the scariness and the badness then but despite that just seeing him that way had given her delicious, wicked flashbacks from their affair. The parts she wasn’t supposed to hold onto, wasn’t supposed to dream about at night. She closed her eyes again and saw him beneath her, brazen and white skinned with his arms handcuffed above his head while she rode him. Flash. Bang. His eyebrow tilted up as he dangled the cuffs before her. Do you trust me? Wounded blue eyes seared through her memory.

“Spike?”

“Yes, love.” He panted and drew out the second word.

“I trust you.”

He drew himself away slightly and looked at her, his face a mask of confusion, arousal clinging to him despite his bewilderment.

“Buffy, I…”

She smiled and placed a finger to his lips. “I just need you to know that. Tonight you’re not just my champion, you’re my lover and I need you to know. I trust you.”

He sputtered and moved in to rain kisses on her neck, her arms, any available scrap of skin. She shimmied beneath him and reached behind her to grasp onto the discarded chains, raising them and placing them in his hands.

Spike looked up wide eyed and blinked. For once, he was speechless.

“Spike,” she said again, “I trust you.” She gave him her hands as an offering and he took them with a look of wonder in his eyes.

“Buffy, pet, you don’t have to…”

“I know I don’t. But I want you to. I want you to do what you wanted to do back then.”

“And that was…?”

“I guess I’m about to find out.” She grinned mischievously and splayed herself out, head tilted back and arms out, wrists held up where he nervously held the shackles.

“Bloody hell!” Spike intoned the words softly. He trembled as he secured the restraints, looking up at Buffy questioningly after he latched one of her wrists. She smiled at him and he moved gently on to the next. When the second latch clinked shut, Buffy felt a rush of heat flood through her as the tension in her body eased. For now, at least, she wasn’t a general – she was just a woman, loved and safe.

He leaned down to kiss her again and brought his heady-sweet boy smell with him, musk tinged with tobacco smoke and leather. She was melting now and it felt good.

“God, Buffy!” He cupped her cheek with his hand and looked into her eyes. “You have no idea how much I…”

“…wanted to have me all tied up in a basement at your mercy?” Her eyes twinkled but she tried to keep a straight face.

“No! I mean, yeah, there was that. ‘Cause well, *guy* and well, *evil*.”

“Right, right.” The layers of shyness underneath his bravado were showing. Buffy thought it was cute.

Spike lifted her tank top up and began to trail kisses ever so slowly down her stomach. In between pecks and licks, he continued to speak, voice halting, almost choked.

“I wanted to make love to you, Buffy. I wanted to kiss you everywhere. Fuck you, fill you, love you. But mostly?” He looked up at her then. “Mostly I wanted you to see me.”

“I see you now. You know that, right?” She whispered to him and he shuddered.

“You say that, yeah. And I’m beginning to think maybe. But it’s hard. It’s…”

“It’s OK. Spike, there is no one here right now except for you and me. Spike and Buffy. And I’m here with you, all of me. Trust me when I say that.”

Spike nodded and stared up at her. He stroked a finger over the seam of her pants and made her pussy twitch, watching her response with amazed, adoring eyes. He slowly undid her fly and pulled her pants off. The pants landed where he threw them and Spike refocused his attention onto Buffy’s body, tracing the lace of her panties as she soaked them through.

Every hair, every nerve ending went crackle, pop, boom as Buffy watched him kiss, lick, suckle and stroke every square inch of skin from her toes to the inside of her thighs, especially in the soft spot that he already knew did her in. It was like having a new lover who already knew all of her weaknesses and kinks. His hands were as strong as she remembered and his tongue just as skilled. God, when would he take her underwear off, already? And just when she thought she’d die if he didn’t, they came off quick and he rolled them into a ball. Spike stared at her pussy and she’d never felt more naked, more deliriously open, spread wide beneath his fingers and loving it. She thrashed her head to the side and when he slipped in one, two, three fingers she bucked slightly until she felt the metal of her restraints against her wrists. The tension in the chains only made her boil hotter and she gasped.

He began to speak to her again, singing a lullaby to her pussy, telling her how she smelled like heaven, how her cunt was delicious, his mecca, a precious thing. He lapped at her and fixed his gaze on her with worshipful eyes.

“You’re my one, true thing, Buffy. I love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.”

He purred into her pussy lips and she came and came, shaking and sobbing with relief. When she came down from shuddering orgasm number two, he crawled back up to kiss her with soft lips that tasted of her juices and his love.

“That’s all I want, love. To love you, make you feel good. I want you to be happy and strong.”

She sighed. “I’m happy now. Do you know what would make me happier?”

“What’s that, Pet? Is the ‘prisoner’ making demands now?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and then settled them on him lasciviously. “I want to see YOU. Off with the clothes. More with the sexy vampire hard body.”

He chuckled and stripped off his protective layer of black. He was beautiful. It was nice to be able to admit it now. Hard and sleek and hers. A precious thing. She wanted him everywhere. She wanted to consecrate and bless all the things they’d done before, give them new meaning with this love that she was not yet ready to speak but which was on the tip of her tongue every minute.

And so she told him. That she wanted him in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, her everywhere because things were different now and she needed to do this right.

He took off her restraints and sidled up to her, cock hard against her thigh and mouth whispering into her ear, “Thank you, love.”

“We’re not even close to done,” she replied. He gasped open mouthed when she pushed him back onto the cot, wiggled down and licked his cock from base to tip, savoring the jewel of pre-cum on her tongue. She was still wearing the black tank top but her bare ass was raised high for his viewing pleasure, hips undulating as she licked in circles around the head of his swollen cock. She swirled and sucked and took him whole, fucking his ass with slim fingers and squeezing his shaft until he exploded into her mouth with blue eyes like saucers staring down at her with surprise.

She closed her eyes and swallowed, then pulled off the silly tank and crawled up to take him in her arms. They snuggled up close, like the other night, only naked now of course.

Spike murmured in her ear as he stroked her hair, “You’re amazing. Never…never thought…couldn’t hope…”

“And you thought that last night was the best night of your life!”

“Oh ho, who’s the cocky Slayer now?” He smiled into her hair and continued on in gentler tones. “It was though. It will always be the best, because it was the first time you let me in…”

“Hmmm, I guess I’d better get crackin’ then. Try to beat my own high score, you know.”

Buffy sat up and straddled him then, rubbing the wet from her pussy over Spike’s already re-hardening cock. “I want you inside of me. I want to feel your strength…” She slid down over him now, taking him to the hilt and squeezing from inside.

“Good god, Slayer, speaking of strength!”

Slip, slide, she rode him hard, but this time she kept her eyes locked on his and smiled when he gripped her hips, bursting love out at the seams. It felt so good to have him moving within her. It was what she’d been waiting for, what she’d been secretly wanting for so long and now she could have it without the shame.

There was no knowing what would happen tomorrow. Buffy knew that they would fight and that probably some of them would die but regardless, now at least, she had had this.

Spike was doing the tongue caught between his teeth thing. She looked down and was bowled over by how insanely beautiful he looked, wild and laid bare while she fucked him. Buffy ground her clit into his pubic bone and stared at his face, pretty cheek bones and all. She shot off hard, drenching him with her spendings.

Her whole body trembled as the aftershocks pushed through her frame but it only took her a minute before she jumped up and bent herself over the cot. Spike took the hint and joined her on the floor, kissing her back with whisper-soft lips as he pulled her juices from her sopping cunt to her ass, coating her with her own wetness before he pushed a slippery finger in to loosen her up. She relaxed into his touch and pushed her hips out to welcome him.

“Please, Spike, I need you.”

He slid into her slowly and she let out the breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Buffy loved feeling so full, knowing that there was nowhere she wouldn’t let him go. She glowed with the knowledge that they could do these things that made her moan for him and that she could finally accept the love that he offered her, simple and raw. She felt like a warrior, ready to fight and conquer and he was her demon prince, loving her up in every way possible. She reveled in his weight on her back and his expert fingers on her clit, thrumming a melody that made her body sing.

“Pretty Slayer…love you…love you…always.”

Spike sang his song of love into her ear as his cock filled and fucked her fears away. She melted when she heard the tell tale hiss that meant he was going to come and they collapsed into a heap, Slayer arms and Vampire limbs joined together in sweaty, messy, exhausted love.

Buffy sighed. She felt sated. She felt good. She felt like she could take on the world…as soon as her knees started working again.