Summary: Rewrite of Harsh Light of Day.
Rating: NC-17
"I'm ready," Buffy said, rubbing her cheek against his. "And I'm definitely wet enough."
"Mmm..yes you are." Spike raised himself slightly, making a sliver of room between their bodies. "Now...reach down and take me in your hand...just like that...and put it where you want it."
She wrapped her fingers around him, rubbing the tip of his shaft against her opening. "Like this?"
"Yes, baby," he encouraged her. "That's perfect...spread your legs a little bit more...ahh...fucking hell.. you weren't kidding...you ARE tight...."
He penetrated her slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of him as he slid into her body. Advancing, then pulling back a little at a time, making it easier for her.
When he was completely buried inside her, he held himself still with a massive effort of will. "Am I hurting you, baby?"
He really didn't WANT to hurt her. For some reason, this little slayer...whose death he had once planned in gleeful detail...was inspiring feelings of tenderness in him. The sort of tenderness that he'd only had for one other woman.
He had always enjoyed a good, hard, rowdy fuck as much as the next guy, but he'd never taken pleasure from hurting a girl in bed, and he'd never committed rape. Not once.
It had become a weird source of pride for him, not having to resort to brute force when he wanted a woman. He found sexual pleasure to be much more satisfying when it was mutual.
Plus, he enjoyed doing the things girls liked. The things that aroused them increased his own excitement. Eating a girl's pussy was just as good for him as it was for the girl he was doing it to.
But Buffy was shaking her head, no. He wasn't hurting her.
Slowly, he began to thrust. All the way in, he would pause a moment and press down on her sweet spot, giving it a little friction.
Then out, almost all the way, never losing their connection.
She was writhing beneath him, making those sweet little sounds again, driving him mad with lust.
"Yes, baby...that's my girl...you like that, don't you...you want me...give it to me good, baby...fuck me back...do it...come on..."
His words were pushing up the level of her desire, making hat he was doing feel even better, and Buffy knew that she getting close to what promised to be a spectacular orgasm.
"Do you like it?" he whispered in her ear. "Do you like me fucking you?"
"Yes," she panted. "It's good...so good..."
When he felt her begin to lift her hips to meet his downstrokes, he knew she was ready for him to go fast and hard.
He felt her tightening around him even more, felt the increase in her fluids, until everything was hot and slick.
"Open...your...eyes," he said through clenched teeth. When she complied, he looked directly into her light green gaze. "You ready to come, baby? You want it? Want me to make you...ahh, fuck...make you come?"
Buffy was beyond coherent speech, and had to rely on body language signals.
Sliding her hands down his back, she dug her nails into his ass. The sound he made in response was what she needed.
She came hard, and the clamping down of her internal muscles triggered Spike's orgasm.
Three more deep thrusts was all it took to set him off, making them both scream at the intensity of their mutual climax as he gave her every drop of his copious ejaculation.
He collapsed on top of her, thrusting weakly a few more times as he felt her stroking the back of his neck, and rubbing his shoulders.
They stayed that way for a while, then he lifted his head to look at her, marveling at the sight of her flushed skin glistening with a light sheen of perspiration.
Smoothing her mussed hair, he dropped a light kiss on her lips. "You all right, luv?"
"Mm-hmm...I'm way better than all right."
"Are you now?" he grinned. "Tell me."
"No," she said. "You're conceited enough already."
Spike chuckled. "Never mind...you don't have to tell me, I can see for m'self."
"See what?"
"See a very satisfied little slayer, who was just very well fu..."
Buffy clapped her hand over his mouth, laughing when he nipped at her palm.
Not wanting to leave the delicious warmth of her body, Spike rolled off of her and took her with him. Nestling her head on his chest, she almost purred when she felt him stroking her hair.
"Spike?"
"Hmm?"
"I was wondering...um..."
"Wondering what, kitten?"
"Did I...did I do things right? Was it good."
He had never heard her speak so hesitantly. Her experience with Big-Asshole-On-Campus had really undermined her self esteem.
Of course, his own comments about her not being worth a second go hadn't helped matters, and he was sorry now that he'd said it.
So, what could he tell her that she would believe? That she was beautiful and sexy? Desirable in every way? That Parker, and Angel for that matter, were a couple of brain dead fuckheads that couldn't see something special even when she was standing right in front of them?
Cupping her chin, he tilted her face up and looked into lovely green eyes that silently pleaded with him to be kind.
How could he not be?
"No. Not good," he said, shaking his head a little. "Incredible...fucking amazing." He gave her a cocky smile. "Or should that be amazing fucking?"
He heard her release a long held breath, and he almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of this entire situation.
The slayer...the best one he'd ever gone up against...was lying in his arms, and despite his words, it hadn't been just 'fucking' . It had shown many of the signs of lovemaking.
This girl had been his most worthy opponent, the biggest challenge he'd ever faced. Now, in the space of one afternoon, she'd gone from enemy to
lover.
If he had to choose one of those things, he knew damned well which one he was going to pick.
He could always find someone to fight with, but how often did a girl like this come along?
She moved up and gave him another long and lingering kiss that made his toes curl, then pulled away and smiled at him.
He traced that smile with his fingertip. "I don't know how any man could taste you once, and not want you forever."
He watched her smile widen.
"So," she asked pertly. "D'ya think I'm worth a second go?"
"Let me prove it to you...make love to you again."
She appeared to think it over, then shook her head. "No," she said firmly.
This wasn't what he'd expected to hear. Was she actually going to tell him that this had been a one shot deal, and that they'd now be reverting back to their previous relationship?
He opened his mouth to tell her that there was no way in hell THAT was gonna happen, but she stopped him before he could say anything.
"This time," she said, making herself comfortable on top of him, "I'm gonna make love to you."
Spike grinned at her, both delighted and relieved by her words. "I'm all yours, luv," he said, surprised once again at how completely he meant those words.
They had only just begun the preliminaries when they were startled by loud voices and footsteps in the hallway, signaling that classes were over for the day, and students were returning to their rooms.
Spike pulled out of their kiss, frowning. "I guess I should go," he said reluctantly, frustration evident in his voice.
Buffy nodded, no happier than he was.
"Willow's last class is only a five minute walk."
He was about to to ask her to come with him, when the phone rang, and the answering machine clicked on, inviting the caller to leave a message.
"Hi, Buffy, it's me." Willow's voice sounded high pitched and giggly, as if someone was tickling her. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be coming back tonight...quit that...I can't think...."
In the background, they heard a muffled voice say something.
"If you need me," Willow went on, "I'll be with Oz and...I'll just go to class from here so...see you tomorrow night. Bye."
As they listened to the message, the same slow smile appeared on their faces.
"What luck," Buffy said.
"Yeah...remind me to send that girl some flowers."
Their mouths came together in a kiss that was equal parts slow tenderness and enthusiastic lust, as their hands retraced the trails they'd blazed over each other's bodies just moments ago.
When he entered her, Buffy had one last hazy thought before her mind shut down and let her body take the wheel.
< like siamese twins....joined at the.... >
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A few hours later....
"Buffy?"
"Hmmm?" Her voice was soft, on the verge of sleep.
His eyes closed, Spike wrapped his arm tighter around her. "If I promise not to kill him, will you let me find that stupid boy and beat him up?"
"Well....only if you promise."
"I do, luv...I do."
THE END.
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