Haven

She lay quietly next to the vampire, soft candle light and quiet punk music filled the crypt. She could feel him shift next to her, trying to gauge her awareness as she mentally slowed her heart rate and breathing, a relaxation technique she learned when she had been brought back from Heaven, to give off the appearance that she was asleep.

Breathing in the scent of Buffy. The exotic sent of pineapple shampoo, the soft smell of clean skin with a slight tang of sweat from patrol, the mint that still hung on her breath. Slowly he leaned down to press his rough lips to her velvety shoulder. Still feigning sleep she accidentally let out a soft moan at the sensation of his lips fluttering on her skin.

He abruptly stopped the route of wet kisses he was leaving, leading him to her neck. Waiting till he was sure she was still asleep. He listened intently, as he began the trail again, thinking he heard her heart skip a beat, but it had returned to it's slow pace so he did the same.

When his lips touched her jugular, a deep wave of pleasure washed through her as his left hand had also started gently massaging her breast, his thumb falling perfectly onto her nipple, pressing lightly. Instinctively, she let out another soft moan and arched her neck against his lips. He focused on her heart rate again, noting only a slight increase as her body responded with pleasure, so he never even paused his caresses.

This had become a nightly ritual for them. Shortly after being pulled from Heaven, she realized he was the only one who she could be free around, he understood her distant view of life and never pushed her. She could cry with him, laugh with him or just sit in comfortable silence. He was her shoulder to lean on, the only one.

One night, after a few weeks of patrolling together, she had been so reluctant to go home and face her friends that she shyly asked to stay with him for the night and into the morning when she knew her house would be empty. He held her till the sun came up and she left him with a chaste kiss on the cheek as her thank you.

Each night, this unspoken request and acceptance between them and he would lead her by the hand to his bed, where she would curl into the safe haven of contentment that he had to offer her. She started dealing with life better after those first few weeks. Coming out of her shell, smiling more and accepting the curves life threw at her, knowing that she could always lean on him.

As the nights flew by and he noticed the changes in her, he could no longer contain his ever present urges to kiss her smooth skin as she slept in his arms. Little by little, he began getting braver, risking more contact. Feeling slightly guilty that he was taking advantage of her trust, but not being able to control the primal urges that surfaced when her petite, warm, perfect body was in his arms.

A light smile graced her lips as lost in his pleasure, he began his unconscious mumblings of all the things he wanted to do to her, from sweet and loving to porn star dirty. She felt a sudden rush of heat flow through her as he gently nipped and sucked on her pulse point. She felt him smile against her skin as the scent of her pleasure crept into his nostrils.

She lay wondering if tonight would be the night to put the pretending aside and let him take her as they both desperately wanted it to happen. She shifted in his arms, pressing her butt against the bulge she felt growing in his crotch. He gasped softly, pressing his forehead to her back as he firmly pushed back against her.

She moved again, lightly grinding against him, almost giggling when she heard him groan deeply. He couldn't take it any longer. Her warm body snuggled so close, her scent invading his nostrils, her supple breast in his hand, the nipple hard beneath his sensitive fingertips. He gently rolled his lower half away from her. She could hear the quiet sounds of him undoing his belt buckle and zipper.

Smiling bigger, she softly whimpered as his other hand went still on her. He began his caress again, slightly rougher as his lips met her neck again. She could hear the whisper of his hand stroking his hard flesh and it sent another wave of pleasure through her. Slowly her hips began to rock against his thigh as his hand would bump into her butt with each stroke.

He closed his eyes and moaned as the image of her on top of him filled his mind and his hand began to move faster. Lost in his thoughts and pleasure, he didn't realize that she was no longer faking sleep until his hand was pulled from her breast and his lips lost contact with her neck.

'Oh hell' he though as his eyes met hers. His hand stopping in mid stroke. She looked down, her eyes pausing for a moment on the gorgeous sight that met them 'Oh bloody hell, I'm dust.' he though again. Her smile and the look of pleasure, desire and longing that drenched her incredibly beautiful eyes confused him as they met his again.

She silently shifted down the bed and replaced his hand with her own. He groaned deeply as she gently squeezed him, their eyes locked. She increased her grip and the speed slightly, sending a shiver through him. Finally she broke eye contact and watched hungrily as she brought him closer to release.

He gently whimpered, softly begging her. Smiling she finally took him into her mouth. His hand instinctively tangling in her golden locks as his hips gently picked up her rhythm. Head pressed into the pillows, biting his lip, his eyes rolled back as the feel of her warm hand squeezing his sac and her hot mouth wrapped around his cock shoved him to the brink. With a choked growl he released himself into her steamy mouth.

He lay panting, eyes still shut, not knowing what to expect. Her warm hands moved up his cool chest and came to rest on his cheeks. "After these weeks of torment" His eyes shot wide open in surprise "I think it's my turn now." She whispered to him. A smile spread across his face as he sat up pulling her to him, pressing his lips to hers in an urgent, loving kiss.

He pulled her shirt off, unclasping her bra and pulling it off of her, he pushed her back, his hands trembling as they made their way down her soft skin to the waistband of her black silk pants and panties, sliding them off. He sat back and drank in the sight of her, his dream come true.

He was immediately hardening at the angel before him. His hand absentmindedly wrapping around his hardening cock, stroking slowly as he drank in every inch of her glowing, golden flesh. "You too" she whispered softly, breaking the trance he had slipped into. Quick as lightening he freed himself of his own clothes and lingered before her eyes as they hungrily roamed his perfect, firm body. "See something you like Slayer ??" skimming his hand from his chest down to his cock.

Her eyes glowing in the low light, beckoning him back to her with a finger. He lay back down beside her, propping himself up on his elbow. He ran his hand through her tussled hair, pulling her lips to his as her arms went around his neck. His free hand caressing her chest, lightly squeezing each round nipple. She gasped into his mouth as his hand moved to be replaced be his mouth.

Arching her back, pushing against his cool lips as his tongue gently caressed her warm, sensitive skin. "Oh Spike" she moaned encouragingly. His hand trailing down her toned tummy and
ending up between her smooth, milky thighs. She tightened her grip on his shoulder as his fingers gently caressed her wet flesh and slowly pushed into her, his thumb rubbing lazy circles around her clit.

She bucked gently against his hand as his lips roamed her neck and chest. "Oh yeah, Spike ... Spike please I need you, inside ... take me, make me yours, make love to me" she purred into his ear. He softly groaned at her request as he shifted on top of her. "I love you Buffy. M' gunna' love you forever pet." He vowed, his face pressed against her neck, gently pushing into her.

She cried out as he moved into her, clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper. "Oh Spike, yes" she groaned as he moved gently put powerfully in and out of her. "Mine. Your mine Buffy. " he whispered to her, their eyes locked. "I'm yours, forever yours." She whispered back, pulling his lips back to hers for another scorching kiss before their eyes locked again.

He felt her tighten almost painfully around him as she cried out "Oh god yes, oh god, I love you, I love you Spike !!", those words were magic to him and he followed behind, growling his own declaration of love, collapsing into her tight embrace. "That was, amazing." She whispered, panting. "Bloody incredible pet." He whispered in a hoarse voice.

He rolled off of her and pulled her to him, resting his cheek on her head. They lay in silence for a long time, basking in the warm afterglow. He lay thinking of the deep emotional words they had exchanged. His heart crying out in fear and singing with joy at the same moment as he replayed her promises.

"Did you mean it ??" she pulled her head back from his chest, looking into his eyes, noting the fear in them. She smiled sweetly. "I love you Spike ... forever" She said softly, kissing him tenderly. Feeling him relax again into her arms, he laughed. "Forever’s a long time pet." A touch of fear still coloring his words.

Still smiling she looked deep into his eyes, into his very soul "Forever Eternal Spike. Let’s seal it in blood." He was elated at her request to claim each other and pulled her into another deep kiss, holding her tightly as their passion began to overtake them again.