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I have boldly lifted bits of dialog from "After Life" and following episodes. These show up in red. Footnotes are at the end of each chapter. This chapter is rated NC-17
148th Day Chapter 10 Something Really Nice One warm March night Buffy woke up in her bed, held in Spike’s arms. She didn’t startle awake, but woke up normally, with no sudden gasp for breath and reach for space. She rolled over and studied Spike, sleeping beside her. The angles of his face were highlighted in the moonlight. All these nights, these long days he has stayed with me. Through mending bridges with my friends he kept them in line. Through re-building a life he kept me grounded. Through returning to my role as Slayer, he kept me strong. Through long nights he has soothed me and been a gentleman. I did my best to not tease him, to stay dressed in front of him and give him space. True, a couple of times in his sleep he had pressed close, his penis hard, and sighed in my ear, but if he caught himself, he would roll away. He doesn’t know how often I lay awake and wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and slip him inside. I know my sexual appetites and I’ve had glimpses of his. I didn’t want to risk loosing myself in that before completely grounding herself otherwise. But now. Tonight, I’m ready. She leaned over and kissed him. He murmured and stirred in his sleep. She kissed him again and ran a hand over his chest. He woke up to this. “What? Buffy? Are you all right?” “Shhh.” She kissed him gently. “I’ve turned a corner tonight. I didn’t dream of heaven or of hell at all. I slept well and dreamed of silly things.” He smiled at her, knowing what a step this was. “It seems there was a hippo in the garden at one point. And… and I woke up without fear.” “That’s wonderful, Buffy.” She laid a hand on his cheek. “Mostly because of you, I have come back from being in a very scary place. You made me… live. You made me face it. “These past months I’ve abused and used you.” He started to protest, but she quieted him. “No, I have. Thank you for being my whipping boy. Some times literally. But after tonight I know I can go on without you. I can go to sleep and wake up without you to catch me.” His expression was crushed and maybe a little angry, so she leaned over and kissed him again. “I did not say I would or wanted to. It’s just that I can.” “Oh,” he breathed, “thank God.” She kissed him yet again, and he returned her kiss with increasing passion, reaching for her, but she stopped him. “No, Spike, be still. Listen. We’re both creatures of instinct, of passion. We can both loose ourselves in… sensation. I couldn’t allow myself to be lost in you until I found myself. I had to wait, to make you wait.” Buffy sat up beside him on the bed and looked in his eyes. “I know you’ve wanted me for along time. To be honest, I’ve thought about you, too, though I only considered it as a naughty fantasy.” She smiled at his quirked eyebrow. “All things logical were against it. Slayer/vampire. Good/evil. Evil, evil, evil.” She lightly poked him in the ribs in time to her words to emphasize and he smiled, puzzled. “But now I see it. To be honest, I’ve seen it for months. Not the black and white, not the logical. I see the gray that is you and the same in me. I can be naughty and selfish. You can be good. You can be… a man. “It’s all over, so I owe you something really nice. But, I need this. Don’t touch me. I’m still scared it will be too much.” “You’re in control, Luv.” He laid his hands back on the sheets. She kissed his face, tracing the sharp angles of cheekbone and chin. He gripped the sheets to keep from touching her. She sat up. “Take off your shirt, Spike.” He did so, and tossed it aside. She pushed him back down and continued her kisses across shoulders and chest. “Oh, Buffy,” he couldn’t help but gasp, writhing in need. She stood up and skimmed off her pajamas. He watched, adoring. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. Buffy leaned over and pulled the sweat pants off, Spike lifting his hips to assist. She took in his lean, pale body in the moonlight. He was erect and waiting. “So are you.” Now that I have found myself, I can finally loose myself in Spike. Buffy straddled him, and gazed in his eyes as she took him slowly into her. When he was fully inside and her weight rested on his hips, she smiled to him, “I love you, William.” “I love you, Buffy.” Slowly she rode him, her hands on his chest, all the while lost in one another’s eyes. I so want to touch her, to run my hands over her warm, smooth skin. It’s almost too much to bear. His eyes closed and he opened his mouth to gasp air he didn’t need. “Buffy,” he moaned like a prayer and opened his eyes again. She quickened her pace and was soon bucking hard against him, with him thrusting his hips to meet her motions. Soon both came in sweet, intense waves. Buffy lay down on top of him, keeping him inside her. She found his hands where they had gripped the sheets so hard he had torn them and placed them on her. Gently he ran his long-fingered hands over her until they rested lightly on her back. She rested with her forehead in the crook of his neck, her hair a veil over his face. Neither moved for a long time until Buffy rose up enough to smile at him. Spike’s semi-hard penis twitched inside her, and her smile turned from sweet to desirous. Shifting to one side a little she straightened one leg, then she rolled back to bring him up on top of her, all without dislodging his hardening penis. He shifted his long body and dove deep inside. Now he could set the pace, with the trust handed to him. Buffy’s hands played over his chest and face, exploring familiar angles which had only been seen until now. He supported his weight with one arm and touched her hair, her face, and her small, perfect breasts. He was finally seeing, touching, doing all he had dreamed about for two years. He felt the passion welling up in him. It’s never felt like this before. The demon within me is quiet. His smile grew even wider. Buffy saw this odd smile. “What?” “It is my turn to thank you,” he whispered, not altering his pace. “Thank you for waiting, for making me wait. Thank you for the gift of you.” She pulled his head down to kiss him, and as she did, he reached between them and found her clit. A few strokes and the Slayer cried out loud, her eyes snapping wide in surprise before she was reduced to bucking uncontrollably. Spike left off his manipulations and, using controlled thrusts, played Buffy’s orgasm like a symphony. Too soon, he too, cried out and spent himself deep within her. They ended up facing one another, Spike’s chest slick with Buffy’s sweat. “So, do we call another press conference?” he quipped. Buffy laughed and started kissing him again. All night their lovemaking was gentle and sweet, although both felt the wild energy and hunger beneath it. Slayer and vampire put aside their instinctive passions and strengths to savor the night, their first one together.
The End
Thanks to Donovan for his wonderful Beta and sweet comments. Behind-the scenes: I wrote this story when I realized how badly the Scoobies treated Buffy after her return. I also wanted a way to get Spike and Buffy together for real. This is my true Spike redemption story. |
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