Summary: Spike is Buffy's swimming coach. He has been hateful to her since day one, a fact that hurts her because she is in love with him. Little does she know that his behaviour only serves to hide his own feelings. Tragic circumstances bring them closer together.
Okay, maybe Buffy didn’t know what she’d asked for.
Because right now she was lying on Spike’s bed, naked…and alone. He was nowhere to be seen. She’d been lying here aimlessly for at least five minutes as well, feeling decidedly unravished. Maybe she should get up and go find him?
Looking towards the bedroom door when she heard it swing open, Buffy realized how impossible that plan now was. She couldn’t move a muscle.
Spike was striding towards her like a jungle cat hunting its prey; sleek, strong and sure. He was completely naked and she fully took in his form for the first time without distractions. He was beautifully built, like a marble statue. All defined lines and hard muscle. But not bulky, like Riley had been. Slimmer, more streamlined. Before she could stop herself, Buffy glanced down towards his crotch. His long, thick erection jutted proud and straight from his body, framed on either side by defined hip bones. God, just looking at him like this made her lick her lips unconsciously. Spike caught the action and mentally groaned.
He placed the tray he’d been carrying down on the bedside table before sitting next to her body on the bed and Buffy glanced at it for the first time, taking in its contents. Oooh, now this was interesting. A bowl of whipped cream, some fresh strawberries and a little glass jug filled with what was obviously chocolate sauce. She glanced back at Spike and shivered when she saw that his eyes had become dark, inky pools of desire.
“Gonna make you my feast now, princess,” his incredibly low, husky voice caressed her skin, causing tingles to shoot up and down her spine. Her nipples hardened immediately just at the sound alone and she rubbed her thighs together to create some much needed friction. He chuckled and placed a firm hand on them, stilling her motions.
“Uh uh uhh, baby. That’s not your job now. You just lie there and look…delectable.”
Buffy couldn’t believe how aroused she was and he’d barely laid a hand on her. She watched as he leisurely picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the cream, bringing it to her lips. He pressed it lightly to her mouth so that she bit the top off, cream still smeared decadently on her lips. It was apparently just what Spike wanted as he leant down and slowly used his tongue to wipe up every last drop. Buffy couldn’t take it anymore so she sucked his tongue into her mouth, kissing him frantically as the taste of strawberries and cream danced on their tastebuds.
Spike pulled away and fixed her with a scolding glare, pinching her nipple slightly which caused a red hot bolt of arousal to streak through her centre. “Naughty little girl. Do anything else like that and things’ll be ending too soon around here.”
Buffy sneaked a quick glance down at his erection – ow, that looked painful! It was positively straining with need and weeping pre-cum copiously. Her thoughts were interrupted when Spike used his finger to scoop out some cream and dot big spots of it down her neck. She waited in anticipation and he didn’t disappoint; licking up each blob before sucking lightly on where they had been. By now Buffy was shifting restlessly on the bed but she knew he wasn’t anywhere near finished.
The little glass jug was suddenly held aloft in Spike’s hand as he dribbled the cold chocolate sauce over one nipple, trailing it across her chest and covering the other nipple as well. Buffy arched up in the air, the chilly temperature of the sauce that had sat in a fridge all night making her whimper with renewed excitement. Spike chuckled and leant down, engulfing a nipple in the warm cavern of his mouth swiftly so that Buffy shouted out his name. He swirled his tongue around it, cleaning up every last drop before looking up at her.
“You’re mine, Buffy. Mine,” as he licked the gooey trail across her chest to the other nipple, “And no one is taking you away from me. Do you understand?”
“Oooh, Spike! I’m yours, God…I swear I am, just…please!” He grinned roguishly at her desperation and sucked the second little bud into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth delicately before laving it with his tongue.
He looked up at her thoughtfully after scooping out another bit of cream with his finger.
“Stick out your tongue, Buffy.”
“What?”
“I want you to stick your tongue out of your mouth.” Buffy looked at him skeptically but did as he asked, feeling slightly foolish. She finally understood when he smeared the cream on his finger over her tongue, staring at it hungrily for a few seconds before leaning down and violently sucking her whole tongue into his mouth, removing the cream in less than two seconds. Her hands came up to clutch his head, holding him to her as their mouths assaulted each other brutally. They were both gasping forcefully by the time Spike pulled away, cheeks flushed and bodies sweaty.
“Right.” Spike’s voice was a throaty grunt as he grabbed the chocolate and settled himself on his knees between Buffy’s spread legs. She was watching him curiously as he poured the sauce over her wet slit, before sharply slamming her head back into the pillow as his tongue immediately dove in, cleaning up the cold liquid with a few long licks. The jug long forgotten, Spike held her folds open with his fingers and pressed his tongue to her clit, causing her to buck up violently.
“Spike, get up here now…now dammit!” Buffy couldn’t believe that was her voice, it almost sounded as guttural as Spikes.
Spike couldn’t wait any longer either. He laid down on top of her immediately and thrust his aching erection into her tight sheath with one quick push. That was all it took for a highly aroused Buffy to immediately come around his cock, screaming his name as her fingers dug into his back. To his credit, Spike held off his own orgasm and began plunging into her over and over, rapidly bringing her back to the edge again. He reached a hand down between them, finding her clit but not applying any pressure yet.
“Buffy, look at me baby.” Buffy opened her eyes and stared into his own, each reflecting the exact same emotions. Spike chose that exact moment to press down on her aching clit, resulting in her second orgasm as his immediately followed, spurting his scalding seed into her depths. It took a few minutes for their slick bodies to stop moving against eachother completely, Spike pressing little kisses around her jaw. He literally couldn’t move but Buffy loved the feel of his body pressing her down into the mattress.
“Spike, Jesus, that was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt,” she got out between gasps.
“Baby, baby I know. God, you’re amazing. I love you so much.”
She giggled. “You’re not so bad yourself mister.” Her voice softened. “I love you too Spike, terribly.”
Finally able to move his sated body, Spike rolled himself over so that Buffy’s back was pressed tightly to his chest, his hand draped possessively over her stomach.
“I meant what I said, Buffy. You’re mine. Now and forever. No one will ever take you away from me. When we run into problems, or misunderstandings or whatever, we just need to talk it out, okay?”
She nodded. “I know. It’s the only way.”
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “God, I’m never going to have insomnia with you in my life. You wear me out like nothing else.”
Buffy laughed. “You too, honey. I’m about to drop dead right here.”
“Mmmm. Don’t leave in the morning without waking me, baby. Have a good sleep.”
“You too Spike. Love you.”
“Love you too kitten.”
***
Buffy turned around in his embrace and nudged Spike awake at 7am the next morning, rubbing his firm chest.
“Wha’? Huh?”
“Spike, I’ve got to get back to the room. It doesn’t matter that Harmony knows I haven’t been there ’cos we’re telling everyone about me being assistant coach today, but I can’t run the risk of bumping into anyone else just yet.”
He opened sleepy eyes and stuck his lip out in an adorable pout.
“Don’t want you to go. Never want you to leave.”
She smiled and kissed him on the lips. “I know honey, but after this morning its okay, right? So we just have to do this now.”
He grumbled but let go of her, watching her every movement as she got dressed in front of him. Blowing him a kiss from the door, she cooed, “See you at breakfast baby!”
***
Buffy almost exploded in laughter when she got back to the room and saw Harmony sitting in the exact same interrogatory position as yesterday. She put on a bright smile and asked, “How was your date with Riley, Harmony? Was it just like, so totally brilliant, like?”
Harmony didn’t seem to pick up on the sarcasm. “It was amazing. You should be more upset that he dumped you.”
Buffy snorted but didn’t reply. She couldn’t care less what Harmony thought.
“So Buffy, how was your own date with the coach? Decided not to give it up I see.”
Putting on an obliviously innocent expression, Buffy said in a high pitched voice, “I just don’t know what you’re talking about Harmony. You must have me confused with somebody else.”
“Right. Whatever. I’ll just be interested to see how the swimming board takes it when we get back to Sunnydale. Not too well, I expect.”
Buffy had already decided to gather her clothes and go back to the shower in Spike’s room, risks be damned. She turned back to Harmony at the door.
“I assume they’ll take it just as well as knowing that you’ve been cheating.”
“What? Cheating how?”
“You know the rules Harmony. No plastic floatation devices are allowed.”
Harmony looked bewildered. “What are you talking about?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Your boobs, you bloody idiot.”
Pulling the door shut behind her, Buffy snickered loudly at the confused look Harmony was sporting and headed back to her lover.