Summary: A time-travel fic (briefly) in which Buffy meets a much younger William who remembers her fondly when he comes to Sunnydale as a 124-year-old vampire. Award winner. Character death warning.
Rating: NC-17
There was silence while everyone gaped at her, and then they all began to talk at once. Giles allowed the babble to continue for a few minutes before he cleared his throat and tried to get their attention. After the talking had tapered off, he cleared his throat again.
“You can do that?”
“I think so. I’d have to research the original curse, but if I can find it, I think I can restore his soul. Buffy would not have to kill him, just capture and contain him until we could do it.”
She looked around expectantly and saw a myriad of reactions. Xander looked annoyed; Willow eager, Giles conflicted, Buffy tentatively hopeful, and Spike thunderous.
Before anyone else could speak, he growled, “So, you’re going to put the soul back and what? Trust he isn’t going to go running after Dru again?”
“You could take her away,” Buffy said quietly. “Isn’t that what you planned to do? Make her better and then leave? If you went far enough away, maybe he’d be willing to stay here. With me,” she finished in a whisper.
Reactions from the men in the room were surprisingly similar. Spike’s demon burst to the fore, sending everyone except Buffy and Giles shrinking away in fear. The watcher’s face wore a look that no one had ever seen on it – his normally gentle eyes were cold and hard, his mouth set in a tight line and his fists were clenched at his sides. Even as Xander moved away from the demon sitting by his friend, he was spitting out his fury that Buffy would even consider allowing her former boyfriend to live, let alone continue to hang around.
Jenny was taken back by the negative reactions of the three men, but kept her eyes on Buffy as she repeated softly, “I’m sure I could do it. If he was truly chosen by the Powers to be their champion and to help the Slayer, then wouldn’t that be a better solution than turning him to dust?”
“And of course, this has nothing to do with wanting the poof to continue the suffering your ancestors wanted for him,” Spike said sarcastically.
She met his amber eyes firmly, if with some easily visible fear, and responded, ”That would be a happy side effect; although since the original goal was to make him dust himself after years of torment, I don’t think it would matter to them. It should be Buffy’s decision. She is the Chosen One.”
The Slayer looked from her angry Watcher to her glaring friend and finally into the amber eyes of the vampire whose lover was responsible for their current situation. She knew Willow would be supportive whatever she decided, and Jenny seemed genuinely willing to leave the decision entirely up to her.
She spoke slowly, clearly still working out her decision while she did her thinking out loud. “He hasn’t actually hurt anyone yet—“ a strangled snarl from Spike followed by a grunt of surprise from her watcher stopped her in mid-thought and she colored with embarrassment as she stared at the only partially-healed vampire with abject apology.
“Oh my god, Spike,” she reached toward him, cringing visibly when he jerked his arm away with another snarl. “I’m so sorry. I meant…I didn’t….”
“You meant he hasn’t hurt anyone HUMAN,” he growled. “Yet.”
Even with the demon still to the fore, it was possible to see the way her words had hurt him. He moved away from her and went to stand by the kitchen, effectively taking himself out of the conversation.
She looked helplessly from the angry vampire to her watcher, finding no help there as he looked at her with open disappointment. Willow’s face was scrunched into her most sympathetic look but she wavered back and forth between Spike and her clearly distraught best friend. There was no one in the room who didn’t understand that Spike’s unwillingness to kill Buffy had contributed to the damage Angelus and Dru had inflicted on him. Nor, that he couldn’t have dragged his depleted body from the warehouse and hidden someplace safe rather than coming to the school to warn them of Angelus’ return.
Leaving until later the task of convincing the vampire that she wasn’t discounting his own suffering at the hands of Angelus, Buffy squared her shoulders and continued.
“I meant that he hasn’t started feeding on Sunnydale’s population yet-“
“As far as we know,” Xander grumbled, earning a glare from the Slayer.
“And if I can get to him before he can get to any of you, then he won’t be able to…distract…me by hurting anyone I care about…again.”
She shot Spike an immediate glance to see if he’d heard what she said, but he stubbornly refused to look at her, instead turning away to get the last bag of pig’s blood from the cooler.
She sighed and turned back to Jenny.
“How long do you think it will take you to get the curse ready?” she asked the Gypsy teacher. “I can’t leave him – them - running around Sunnydale for very long.”
“I’ll get on it as soon as I get home,” she assured Buffy.
Spike spoke up before anyone else, avoiding looking at Buffy as he addressed the teacher and her librarian boyfriend. He really didn’t give a rip what happened to the other humans in the room, although he had to admit that the watcher had been surprisingly accepting of him and he felt he owed the man something.
“If he has any idea what you’re tryin’ he’ll be coming after you too,” he said forcefully. “And he’s got Dru to see things for him. You can’t be sure he doesn’t already know.”
“Dru? See things?”
He rolled his eyes and shrugged as he grumbled, “Thought those books told you all about us. They didn’t tell you Dru’s a seer? Was before she was turned and she still has it. O’ course you can’t always tell what she’s talking about, but anytime I could figure it out she was always spot on. She’ll be right interested in any plans to put that pesky soul back into her precious ‘Daddy’, “ he added bitterly.
Giles spoke up firmly. “I will go with you to get the materials you need and you can bring them back here to work on it. If we leave now,” he checked his watch quickly, “we can be there and back before sundown.”
“What do you want us to do, Buffy?” Willow was eager to help, even though she had no idea what she could do against two powerful vampires.
“Actually, Willow, I had hoped you might help me work on the spell to put the soul back,” Jenny said with a smile, earning the redhead’s gratitude and devotion for the rest of her life.
“Well, I for one, refuse to participate in anything that doesn’t involve three piles of dust,” Xander spat out. “If Angel can’t hang on to that soul, then he needs to be someplace he can’t hurt anybody – like a vacuum cleaner bag. And that ho-bag of a girlfriend of yours,” he glared at Spike, “she needs to go with him.”
“That’s two piles of dust, Whelp,” Spike said slowly, beginning to move toward the boy. “Jus’ what did you have in mind for the last one?”
Xander grabbed the large cross lying where Giles had dropped it the night before, holding it in front of him defiantly as he said, “The last one should be you, Deadboy Jr. I don’t know what kind of thrall you’ve worked on Buffy, but you aren’t fooling me. You’d kill me in a heartbeat if she wasn’t here.”
“I’m seriously considering killing you while she watches,” Spike growled, slipping into game face and knocking the cross out of the suddenly terrified boy’s hand.
Xander screamed and retreated behind the couch, shouting for Buffy to “Do something! You see? He’s a blood sucking fiend just like the rest of them!”
Spike continued to stalk toward the couch, waiting until the jibbering boy had been reduced almost to tears as he begged Buffy to save him before shaking off his demon. As the vampire walked back toward the kitchen, he snarled at a bewildered Buffy, “Keep him away from me, Slayer.”
Giles sighed and rolled his eyes as Xander’s babbling changed from fearful entreaties for someone to help him back to a litany of reasons why Spike should be dust. He had little respect for the boy’s intelligence as it was, but to see his small mindedness demonstrated so blatantly just reminded him of the incongruity of the relationship between Xander and the two girls who were his best friends.
“Shut up,” he hissed at him. “You brought that on yourself. I’m tempted to let him eat you if you don’t stop that stupid babbling.”
Spike looked up hopefully, but the Watcher shook his head to indicate he hadn’t been serious. Giles pulled Xander up by his collar and said resignedly, “I suppose you had best stay here with Willow. Lord knows you are too bloody stupid to be out and about by yourself.”
Now that he realized that Spike was not really going to attack him – at least not in front of Buffy or her watcher – Xander’s anger came back and he pulled away from Giles roughly.
“I’m not staying here to watch you people try to come up with a way to save those bloodsuckers from a well-deserved dusting. I’m going home and I’m going to stay there until somebody gives me a good reason to come out! Like that there is no more Angelus and his evil family,” he added with a final glare at Spike.
The vampire’s only response was a flat stare that promised eventual retribution and was somehow more frightening than if he’d snarled. With a final epithet aimed at Spike, Xander slammed out the door and into the afternoon sunlight.
His departure left an uncomfortable silence until Jenny broke it by reminding them that the afternoon was advancing quickly and if they were to get where they needed to go and back before dark, they had to get going. Agreeing quickly, Giles offered to drive Buffy and Willow to Revello Drive so that Willow could do the disinvite spell at Buffy’s house before evening fell.
With a final lingering glance at the vampire, who still refused to meet her gaze, Buffy sighed and left the house with her watcher, her former keyboarding teacher and her best friend. She tried to focus on the importance of safeguarding her house from Angelus and finding a way to restore his soul rather than the obviously still-angry vampire now lying on the couch in her watcher’s apartment.
As the door closed behind them, Spike allowed his hurt feelings free rein and he indulged in several minutes of creative swearing in several human languages and one demon. When he’d vented enough of his anger at Buffy’s casual dismissal of his injuries to be able to think clearly, he flopped back onto the pillow that still bore lingering traces of her scent and remembered what she’d so bravely done to help repair those injuries.
With a sigh, he admitted that her actions were not those of someone who didn’t care about him; comforted, he relaxed and indulged in memories of what it felt like to have that soft but incredibly strong body in his arms. It wasn’t long before his reminiscing had him growing hard again and he groaned with the rembrance of how it had felt to have her warm hands stroking him with inexpert enthusiasm. As his pants became tighter and tighter, he gave up the fight and opened them to give himself some relief from the condition the Slayer seemed to inspire even when she wasn’t physically present.
This is just a physical thing I’ve got for the Slayer. Demon’s hot for the power she carries around in that perfect little body, that’s all. It’s not like I would give up my ripe, wicked plum for her or anything like that. I mean, yeah, poncy little William thought she was all that and more, but he also thought she was a bloody elf, so what did he know?
I’ll just take whatever I can get from her before I take Dru away and that’ll be that. I’m entitled- after having to listen to Dru shagging the poof for hours, if she says anything…she’ll get over this obsession with Angelus once I get her away from here and show her how much I love her. Leave the soulful poof to the Slayer if she wants him.. …
I hope she doesn’t want him. He doesn’t deserve to have that sweet little mouth, those hot little hands, that amazing body…no…can’t waste that wonderful…not on the great poof…know she’d feel wonderful…can imagine how tight she’d be…squeezing me with those slayer muscles…Buffy!
With a shudder, he came into his hand, thinking not about his cold, lush-bodied lover but rather of a small, strong body with warm, soft lips and innocent eyes. I am so buggered, was his last thought as he slipped back into a healing sleep.
Chapter 14
Buffy and Willow went all through Buffy’s home, making sure that neither Angelus nor Drusilla had already been there before Willow sat down on the living room floor to do the disinvite spell. Buffy doubled-checked the basement, knowing that it would be the most likely place for a vampire to hide during the day time, but she found nothing and her vampire radar never went off.
When they noticed it was nearing dusk, they quickly left the locked house and hurried back to Giles’ apartment. Buffy was anxious to see how Spike was doing and to find a way to apologize for her thoughtless words earlier.
Foot-in-mouth Buffy is alive and well, I guess. I WAS just thinking about humans – and not just any humans, I was only thinking about the ones I care about. How bad a Slayer does that make me? I know Drusilla can go out and hunt now. She could be feeding him innocent citizens of Sunnydale every night I’m not out there patrolling. I don’t care what Spike and Giles say. I have to go find them tonight – before they have time to kill anyone else.
Newly determined to capture Angelus immediately and hold him until Jenny could do the spell, she set off at a pace Willow was hard put to match. They reached the apartment with Willow panting and complaining about her legs, just in time to see Giles and Jenny returning from their trip to get supplies and research materials. Jenny had also brought her own laptop with her to do more research online and Willow shook her head in admiration.
“Look, Giles! We don’t have to do all our research in your musty old books. We can do it on the computers.”
The watcher looked offended as he cleared some space on the table for all the books, as well as the laptop, but he just nodded silently and moved out of the way. Spike was already up and searching the kitchen for any overlooked bags of blood. He still ignored Buffy, although he could hear her heart beat increase every time she looked at him.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and she grabbed him by the sleeve, pulling him toward the door and saying, “We’re going to go get more blood for Spike and do a quick patrol. Giles, you need to have the chains ready in case I find Angelus and can bring him back with me.”
Spike’s jaw clenched and he said angrily, “I’d like another day, Slayer. I’m still not up to full strength.”
“I know,” she said calmly, “But then, neither is Angelus, right? So the longer we wait, the stronger he’ll be. All you have to do is keep your girlfriend from getting in the way while I fight him.”
“And then?” He kept his voice carefully neutral.
“And then I’ll drag his sorry ass back here to be re-ensouled, and you can…” Her eyes met and held his for a second. He softened as he saw the sadness and conflict there. “And then, I guess you’ll…”
Buffy blinked rapidly, not wanting anyone to see the tears that she couldn’t explain as she realized that if all went according to plan, Spike was going to leave Sunnydale that very night.
“Right,” he said gruffly, sensing the impending tears and fighting his own unwanted disappointment. “Let’s go get that blood and then we’ll play it by ear, yeah?”
With admonishments to take care and stay in touch if at all possible, Giles watched anxiously as his Slayer went out into the night in the company of one of the deadliest vampires in recent times. He hoped that his gut feeling about Spike’s lack of interest in adding Buffy to his list of dead Slayers was to be trusted as they closed the door firmly behind them.
They walked through the darkening evening silently for a while, communicating with gestures when they needed to change direction in order to reach Willie’s. Buffy shuffled her feet with embarrassment when they got there, reminding him that she was too young to go into a bar –even one with demons as its primary patrons. Relief flooded her body when he smiled for the first time since she’d unwittingly hurt him and said, “Not to mention having the Slayer drop in might have a dampening effect on his customers’ fun.”
She nodded in sheepish agreement, smiling back gratefully when he touched her shoulder before turning to go in by himself. He stopped at the door and looked back to where she was standing as unobtrusively as possible at the corner of the building, saying softly, “You’ll still be here when I come out, won’t you, pet?”
Relaxing at his first use of one of the generic nicknames she’d become so used to already, she nodded happily and gave him a little wave. He smiled back and went into the bar. He quickly reminded Willie that he was the current Master of Sunnydale and that, if he wanted O Neg instead of his usual Jack Daniels, then it was in the man’s best interest to see that it was forthcoming immediately.
As soon as he had picked up his bags of fresh blood and nodded at a few of the demons he recognized, he left the building, looking immediately toward the spot he’d left Buffy standing. His stomach clenched briefly when he didn’t see her, but he quickly relaxed when she came around the corner, putting her stake back in her waistband and dusting herself off.
“Sorry,” she said, ruefully. “Had to go to work for a minute.”
“No wonder you’re not welcome here, luv,” he said, falling into step beside her. “Really not good for business, are you?”
“Not in my job description,” she muttered.
“No, I suppose not,” he answered quietly.
And, with that short exchange of words, the reality of the abyss between Buffy’s world of slaying vampires and demons and Spike’s world of murder and mayhem slammed into them both.
With a strangled cry, Buffy whirled to find that the vampire was already reaching for her; they came together with a desperation and despair that refused to be denied. Her arms went around his neck as he picked her up, holding her to his body with a strength that would have broken a normal human girl. Disregarding the public arena, Buffy fastened her lips on his, hungry for the bone-melting oblivion they could bring.
Growling softly, he poured all his conflicting emotions into the kisses he wasn’t sure he could give up, even for Drusilla. William’s adoration and childlike belief in her goodness fought with the demon’s determination to make her his own, and the adult man just wanted to feel her around him one time before he had to leave forever.
Time seemed to suspend its passage as they clung together on the sidewalk, bodies pressed tightly together and lips and tongues saying all the things neither one was willing to put into words. Eventually, the desire sweeping through their bodies was too much and they reluctantly parted long enough for Buffy to gasp, “My house. Nobody’s home.”
He nodded and they turned as one to move in that direction, their hands clasped tightly together as though to stop touching would mean a return to their senses and an end to the prospect of quenching the fires raging through their powerful bodies.
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The Harris household was quiet for a change. Xander’s father was out somewhere, no doubt drinking himself into a stupor before stumbling home. He often wondered how his parents had managed to live as long as they had when they spent so much of their time too drunk to take the normal precautions anyone born in Sunnydale should take without thinking.
His mother had taken her own bottle and closed herself into her bedroom, grateful to have the opportunity to get quietly drunk without having to defend herself. She ignored the ringing of the front doorbell, knowing Xander was home and would hear it eventually.
An afternoon and evening of stewing over the way his concerns had been dismissed by the few people that he knew he could consider friends, had put him in a foul mood and his first inclination was to ignore the ringing. When it didn’t stop, he thought perhaps it might be Willow or Buffy coming to apologize and he reluctantly got up and made his way to the front door.
He looked out to see a frightened-looking woman in a strange-looking dress and glanced around quickly to see what might be threatening her. Knowing he was safe inside, even if there were vampires nearby, he opened the door cautiously and peered out at her. He was immediately caught in her dark eyes, losing himself in them completely. It was unnecessary for her to ask him to “be in” her, as he was already hers as soon as their eyes met.
Without a thought, he willingly left the house and followed her down the sidewalk, nodding agreeably as she told him how happy her ‘daddy’ was going to be to see him. When he seemed to falter for a moment as a little voice inside his head began screaming at him, she quickly sent him visions of her naked body climbing on him as he writhed on an old-fashioned looking bed. The voice was instantly silenced as his sixteen year old libido led him into the night.
Chapter 15
Oblivious to anything but the need that was consuming them both, Spike and Buffy fell through the front door of her house, her gasped “come in” barely slowing them down as they made it no further than the living room floor before collapsing in a frenzy of questing hands and hungry mouths.
Muffled whimpers from Buffy were matched by heartfelt gasps from Spike as her hands crept under his shirt. His own hands were ripping at her blouse, popping buttons all over the floor in his haste to reach the firm mounds hidden by a barely-there piece of lace. He dropped his head to fasten his mouth on one nipple, suckling through the lace even as his other hand reached to unfasten the flimsy bra.
When his lips fastened themselves on her nipple, Buffy arched into his mouth, sure that she was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. She fell back against the rug, her body lax as she reveled in the things his mouth and talented hands were doing to her.
“Want you so much, love,” he murmured around his mouthful of breast. “Want to love you the way you deserve. Want to give you—“
The touch of her hands on his aching cock caused him to lose his train of thought as he growled his pleasure at her touch.
“Yes, pet. Yes. Touch me. Hold me. Let me feel your warm little hands on me again.”
His hands went to the waistband of her pants, unzipping them quickly so he could reach the treasure waiting inside. Buffy shivered and moaned, trying to spread her legs to give him better access.
When he pulled his hand back out without touching her, she whimpered in protest and he murmured against her mouth, “Jus’ for a second, love. Need to get them off you if I’m going to see to you the way I want to.”
Coming out of her lust-induced fog, Buffy stopped moving and fixed her gaze on the blond man whose hands she expected to produce more pleasure for her virginal body. Her sudden lack of participation finally got Spike’s attention and he stopped his assault on her tight pants to look back at her solemn face. Completely misunderstanding the thoughtful look there, he immediately turned back into William and stopped trying to undress her, beginning to stammer apologetically.
“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered, “I told you I wouldn’t push you and here I am ripping at your clothes like a—“
“Shhhh,” she said, touching her fingertips to his mouth. “I just thought maybe we should move this to someplace more…comfortable.”
“And that would be?”
“I was thinking my bed might be good.” She blushed as she said it, sure that he would think she was some kind of slut. “I mean, not that I ever… but if I did, I always thought that’s where I…”
“Your bed it is, love.” He tried to hide how affected he was by her invitation into her bed, but the warmth and reverence in his eyes was unmistakable. One look at his face and she knew that she was making the right decision. Carefully moving away from him, she stood up and held out her hand.
“Come up to my room, William. I want to…I want you to make love to me.”
She blushed furiously, aghast at her own boldness, but he gave her no time to rethink the invitation, flowing to his feet gracefully and scooping her up in his arms.
“Which way?” he growled, already heading for the stairs.
“S—second room on the right,” she stammered. Her heart was hammering as he took the stairs three at a time, reaching the door to her room before she had time to reconsider.
He deposited her gently on the floor beside her bed, letting her slide down his body until her feet were touching. Capturing her mouth in his, he swept his tongue around it, teasing and tasting while his hands finished removing her blouse and bra. When she was naked from the waist up, he stepped back to look at her in the reflected light from the streetlights outside.
“Beautiful,” he whispered in reverence as she squirmed uncomfortably under his admiring eyes. “No, don’t…please,” he begged when she reflexively tried to cover her breasts. “They’re perfect. Just as I told you they would be,” he added with a smile.
He pushed her gently back until her knees hit the bed and she sat down abruptly with a little squeal. Kneeling at her feet, he quickly pulled off her boots and began tugging on her pants. To his surprise and dismay, she grabbed at the waistband and blurted, “No!”
“No?” He couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice and she giggled softly before adding, “Not until you…” She gestured at his coat and shirt.
Understanding lit up his face, and he quickly stood up and shrugged out of his coat, peeling off his borrowed tee shirt as well. Buffy’s mouth went dry at the sight of his flat stomach and the faint trace of fine hairs leading into the jeans riding so low on his hips. She smothered a little mew of unhappiness when instead of taking off his pants he sat down beside her to unlace his boots first.
When they were both wearing nothing but their jeans, he turned to her and ran a hand softly over her cheek. He could feel her heart pounding and sensed her nervousness as his hands ghosted over the hard peaks that were her nipples.
He teased her with soft, gentle touches and open-mouthed kisses to her face and neck until he felt the nervousness retreat, replaced with growing desire and need. He suckled eagerly on one breast, enjoying the whimpering encouragement coming from the girl in front of him. When she grabbed his neck and pulled him up for another tongue-thrusting, hungry kiss, he finally pushed her gently backwards and pulled her legs up onto the bed.
Still moving slowly and carefully, never taking his mouth off her demanding lips and tongue, he began to push her pants down over her hips. His smothered growl when they wouldn’t go anywhere brought a small giggle from the now more relaxed Slayer and he took his mouth off hers long enough to grumble, “Do you always wear such tight pants?”
“Look who’s talking,” she snarked back as she unzipped his jeans and tried to push them down far enough for her to reach the velvet covered hardness she’d fondled earlier in the day.
He grinned and sat up, sliding to the end of the bed and taking hold of the hems of her pant legs. With short, anxious tugs, he worked them down her hips until he could see the darker curls showing through her thin underwear and he could inhale the heady aroma of her arousal as it was released into the air. He leaned forward, planting a light kiss just over her lace-covered mound and earning another squeak from the surprised Slayer. With a rakish grin, he yanked her pants the rest of the way down her legs and crawled back up until he was hovering over her body.
The sight of Spike crawling like a big cat, his jeans open to show the trail of curls leading to his still-hidden cock caused more moisture to seep out into Buffy’s already soaked panties and he smirked in satisfaction. Lowering his head, he buried his nose in her damp underwear, laughing when the surprised girl gasped in shock. Before she had time to wonder what he was doing down there, he ripped through her thin panties with his teeth and stuck his tongue into the damp warmth he found there. Using it as easily as he would have his fingers, he ran it over and around her folds, working his way into the center and his ultimate goal.
A strangled mew was all Buffy could manage as he set about showing her what 125 years of practice and the lack of a need to breathe could permit a man to do. She’d thought the things he’d done to her with his fingers had been the height of sensation. Now, she was finding out what he’d meant by “seeing to her the way he wanted to.”
Using his strong, agile tongue, his soft lips and his blunt human teeth, he had her twisting and sobbing, begging for she knew not what until he pulled her clit into his mouth and began to suck on it. The orgasm that swept over her made the one earlier in the day pale by comparison and she lay beneath him shuddering and trembling long after she’d screamed her pleasure into a pillow.
Spike moved slowly up her body, one hand pushing his own jeans down his legs, until he was poised at her entrance, nudging the warm wetness there but waiting for her to recover enough to give him permission.
When Buffy realized what was poking at her still-quivering vagina, she took a deep breath before looking at the lust-filled blue eyes boring into hers and nodding slowly. She raised her knees, using her feet to push his jeans the rest of the way down his legs, and was caught by surprise when he used that opportunity to nudge his way further into her.
He pulled her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up towards him and saying in a ragged voice, “I want you so badly, love. I can’t wait any more. Got to feel you around me…”
Buffy pushed back against him, saying bravely, “Do what you need to do - I…I want you too.” She blushed lightly then tensed as he pushed against the small fleshy barrier in his way. Fighting his demon for control, he tried to stretch her slowly, trembling with the effort to hold back. He moved the head of his cock slowly, edging his way in bit by bit until Buffy looked at his anguished face and rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Slayer, here, Spike. High pain threshold. Just do it.”
She grabbed his muscular butt cheeks with both hands and pulled him towards her just as he slammed his hips forward and broke through the only barrier to being where he wanted to be. As he pushed himself all the way in and felt her contract against him, he sighed in relief and happiness, content for the moment just to revel in her. He remained still as long as he could, giving her time to get used to the intrusion and for the pain to go away. He could smell the faint trace of her blood on the air, mixed with her arousal and sweat.
Buffy gave one little “eep!” when he broke through, then was lost in the incredible sensation of having a large, hard cock buried inside her. She unconsciously clenched around him; then at his groan, tried frantically to relax, afraid that she’d hurt him. She tried to apologize, only to have him chuckle into her mouth as he kissed her over and over, murmuring that she could squeeze him like that all day long, but that if she did, he was afraid the whole thing could be over with much more quickly than he’d planned.
He began to move gently in and out, keeping his thrusts short and watching her carefully for any signs of pain on her face. All he saw was a growing awe as the movement of his hips started a whole new buildup of tension in her lower abdomen. When he experimented with swirling his hips at the end on each stroke, he soon had her arching into him and repeating his name as he hit a spot inside that sent sensation throughout her entire body. Feeling the strength in the arms and legs wrapped around him, he finally permitted himself to let go and began pounding into her, reveling in the Slayer’s ability to take what he was doing and urge him on to do more.
As she approached another climax, and her breathing turned into the little gasping whimpers he was coming to recognize as signs that she was about to come, he urged her on with his voice and body.
“That’s it, love. Come for me Buffy. Want to feel you coming around me. Squeeze me tight, Slayer. Let me feel your… Aargh!”
The powerful muscles surrounding his cock contracted over and over as Buffy rode out another powerful orgasm. She buried her nails in his back and grabbed his shoulder with her teeth as she spasmed against him, riding his cock like it was her salvation. The forces she was exerting on his body were too much and with a roar, he spurted into her, his hips continuing to jerk long after there was nothing left to expend.
For long minutes there was no sound in the room but Buffy’s ragged breathing and the vampire’s totally unnecessary gasps for air. He lay on top of her, reluctant to move until she forced him to. For her part, she was more than happy to have him covering her body with his; she was sure that she would never feel anything as right and satisfying in her life as the comforting weight of his body on hers.
Her legs were still wrapped around him, although they had slid down from his waist to drape over his thighs, and he was still buried inside her, only partially softened, in spite of having had one of the most powerful orgasms of his unlife. Finally, he raised his head and asked her softly, “Are you alright, pet? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“If by all right, you mean do I think anything will ever be able to top that? That would be a big ‘no’. If you mean, am I glad we did it,” she looked up at him shyly, “that would have to be a big ‘yes’. Even if it does mean you’ve ruined me for anybody else. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to –“
Schooling his face not to show what the thought of another man touching her was doing to him, he said sadly, “Yes, you will, love. Some bloody unworthy wanker will come along and steal your heart and you’ll forget all about poor old Spike. You’ve got an amazing amount of passion in that powerful little body and you’re going to want to enjoy it. And you should,” he rumbled, hiding his face in her hair. ”Promise me you will,” he whispered softly. “Promise me you’ll have a long happy life with some undeserving bastard and you’ll make him pleasure you every day.”
“Is that what you want?” Dismay was clearly evident as she stiffened under him. “You want me to go out and find some other man and have sex with him, like…like I was some kind of slut? Is that what you think this was? That I’m just so over-sexed that I’d jump the first vampire who—“
“Shhh, pet, shhh,” He tried to soothe her agitation, cursing himself for his words. “I’m a stupid git, if that’s how I made you feel, because that’s not what I meant at all. I know you’re not one to take this lightly. ‘S why I feel so honored that you would let me be the one to…Bloody hell, Buffy. Can’t you tell what this meant to me?
“Fell in love with you when I was nine years old, didn’t I? Even when I thought you weren’t real, I couldn’t stop thinking about my ‘warrior elf queen’. You were my ideal woman. Can’t tell you how many poems I wrote about you. Even after I thought you were a figment of my imagination, I compared every woman I met to you. Wasn’t until I got older and you’d faded a bit that I was able to think about falling in love with anybody else. Then I met Dru and I—“
“Forgot all about me?” Her lower lip came out in a pout and he growled softly as he took it in his blunt teeth and worried at it before answering her.
“Never forgot you, pet. Just thought you were a romantic boy’s daydream.”
“This IS just a dream, isn’t it?” she said, turning suddenly serious.
‘Feels pretty real to me, pet,” he leered, wriggling his hips and showing her that he wasn’t done yet. “What do you mean, just a dream?” he asked, when she didn’t respond to him the way he’d hoped.
“This. Us. The Slayer and a vampire. Right now is all we’ll ever have. Miss Calendar will put Angel’s soul back and you and Dru will go away and someday this will all seem like a dream too.”
“Don’t really see any other path, love,” he said carefully. “I’m not all soul-having and goody-goody like the poof is—was. And, I don’t see Heaven’s Chosen One leaving her duties to her watcher while she spends her time shagging a vampire. Not that that wouldn’t be an excellent idea, mind you,” he added quickly. “Jus’ don’t see it happening.”
“So this is all we’ll have,” she whispered sadly, unconsciously clutching him tighter.
“Then I think we should make the most of it, don’t you?” he asked, tacitly agreeing with her statement.
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