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Chapter 3.02
Wednesday, May 8th, 2002
Buffy woke a couple of hours later, thankful
that the sky was still dark overhead and unaware how much of the
night still remained. She shifted slightly and was rewarded by
a twitch of Spike's rapidly swelling cock inside her. She knew
he was still asleep though. Although he didn't need to, as soon
as he was awake he began breathing whether by instinct or a trick
he had picked up over the years to make his vampiric nature that
little bit harder to spot. Either way, it was now so much second
nature that if his chest wasn't moving he was asleep.
She was torn between awakening him gently, possibly
initiating another bout of lovemaking and yelling his head off
for falling asleep in the open like that. In the end, she couldn't
resist the urge to start moving up and down over him. Her hands
and mouth explored the muscles in his chest, arms and abdomen,
tracing their sharply defined lines. Gentle caresses and movement
failed to wake him though he moaned in his sleep. She bit down
on his left nipple and was rewarded by that hitch of his chest
as he pulled in his first breath of the day.
"Bloody hell, woman." Spike's eyes flashed open
and he met her gaze as she pulled on his nipple with her teeth,
her hips still moving in a steady rhythm. "I hope you plan to
wake me up like this every morning."
"That depends on whether you manage to get yourself
cremated, falling asleep in the open. It'd be hard to do this."
Reaching behind her she took his scrotum into her hand, cupping
his balls and then squeezing them till he gasped. ".to a big pile
of dust."
"Do I get the impression you're a bit annoyed
with me, my little dove?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
"It's okay, love. We've only been asleep for
an hour or two. There's at least another couple of hours before
dawn."
"At least I won't need to stop what I'm doing
in the middle and rush you back to the car, then." Buffy used
her slayer strength to squeeze him tight inside her. "But I might
stop anyway just to teach you a lesson for scaring me." She froze
in place, only to find herself rolled onto her back with her lover
leaning over her.
"But do you want to miss out on this?" He nibbled
on her earlobe. "Or this?" His fingers teased her nipples, flicking
them and rolling them. "Or this?" He slid a hand down her body,
coming to rest at the juncture of her thighs and rubbing her clit
and then squeezing it hard.
Buffy gasped at the last, but was undeterred.
They did missionary last time, no way they were getting that predictable
this soon. "Not convinced," she answered and immediately regretted
it as he pulled back out withdrawing completely.
He worked his way down her body, pausing to nibble
at his mark before taking a winding path all around her right
nipple, despite her attempts to shift so that he would take it
into his mouth. Then over to her left, this time moving immediately
to the sensitive flesh suckling and teasing the bullet hard tip
with his teeth before trailing kisses down the side of her ribs.
His tongue left a narrow diagonal trail from the bottom of her
ribs on one side to her hipbone on the other pausing to circle
her navel. He sucked on her hipbone hard enough to leave a hickey
before his tongue traced the salty crease between her leg and
her stomach.
Buffy sighed in anticipation and her legs spread
wide as she felt his tongue probe her lips spreading them open,
working from her sopping opening up to the sensitive bundle of
nerves. He used a variety of techniques returning often to those
that made his woman moan or thrash underneath him or pull at his
hair to bring him closer. He swiftly pulled the rings from his
left hand and slid first two then three fingers inside her curving
them slightly as he drove them in and out so that they rubbed
against that sweet spot inside. He waited until she was on the
verge of climax and then stilled all his motion.
"Convinced yet?"
"Convinced. Ple-ease, Spike." The slayer's reply
was little more than a moan, but it was enough. Spike resumed
his ministrations, his eyes intent on her face as he brought her
again to the point of orgasm, this time biting down on her clit
to finally push her over. As the last flutterings were dying away,
he pulled himself back up her body and thrust inside her, Before
he could get a rhythm going he was rolled over once more onto
his back, finding himself back in a similar position to when he
woke up.
"My turn to drive," Buffy insisted. Her legs
were still shaking, but not so much that she couldn't manage this.
She started with a slow rhythm, raising and lowering herself with
an obvious effort on trembling legs, but as the last tremors died
away she decided on another plan. She lowered herself hard and
fast one last time, grinding against him till she felt his curls
against her lips, till every possible millimetre was inside her.
She concentrated on the muscles that surrounded him, imagining
first that the muscles nearest the base of his dick were clamping
around him like a ring, then she visualised the effect rippling
upwards through her inner muscles until she held him tight all
over. She held herself like that for a fraction of a second and
then relaxed.
Opening eyes she hadn't realised that she'd closed,
she looked down onto her lover's face. "Spike, could you feel
that?" she asked shyly.
The normally verbose vampire merely nodded his
assent.
"Good?" she asked.
Another nod.
"Better than.?" She raised herself once more
until only his tip remained inside her and again lowered herself
hard onto him, taking in every last bit of him.
Spike gasped for breath for a second before he
replied. "Different."
"Okay, I'm going to practice for a bit. If you
want me to try it faster or slower, tell me."
"C'm'ere first, pet," he said, his voice thick
and low.
She obliged him, leaning forward into his embrace.
His mouth claimed hers in a sensual kiss and his arms held her
to him. She felt as if she were wrapped in a cocoon of love; his
arms were a safe haven she never wanted to leave. So she didn't.
She eventually pulled away from his kiss letting her cheek rest
against his. She knew she couldn't retain the required level of
concentration whilst he was kissing her.
Spike let himself relax completely, for once
not trying to hold off his own completion knowing that that alone
was Buffy's aim. She was making it all about him, and somehow
he loved her just that little bit more because of it.
She began again, repeating her previous actions
again and again, envisaging her muscles milking his smooth firm
cock. Gradually she became more sure of what she was doing and
was able to go slightly faster. All the time Spike provided whispers
of encouragement, letting her know the effect she was having on
him. Spike didn't hold back his demon when it tried to emerge
instead he just nuzzled against Buffy's neck, finding the spot
where his mark was and biting down on it so softly even his sharp
demon teeth failed to break the skin. He ensured his teeth were
aligned with the previous marks.
As his semen spilled deep inside her he pushed
down hard enough for just his fangs to pierce the healing scar
tissue. He sucked at the fresh wounds until he felt her come,
her muscles fluttering around him as she fastened her teeth on
his neck and bit down not quite hard enough to break the skin.
As she stilled he licked her wound clean and reaffirmed his claim.
"Mine," he growled, his face still in demon form.
"Yours," she confirmed. "Forever."
As he changed back to human form, he pulled her
even tighter against him, so that she wouldn't see the glitter
in his eyes that betrayed his disappointment. He could tell that
she had wanted to make her own claim, and though he knew she had
made the right choice in waiting a large part of him was grieved
by the delay. He didn't see that same look of disappointment on
her own face.
After they had lain together for several minutes
Buffy moved against him kissing the spot where she had bitten
him earlier. "Still time for that swim?" she asked.
"Sure, love, provided we don't get distracted
again," he relaxed his hold allowing her to sit up and climb off
him.
Glancing down as she reached her feet, she couldn't
help but smirk. Spike wasn't slow to pick up on the look and man
enough to be paranoid about the direction she'd been looking in.
"What's so funny, pet?"
"You. Do you ever keep your mind off sex long
enough for that thing to go down completely? I thought men were
supposed to have some sort of recovery time."
"'S not like my blood supply's got anywhere else
to go, and yeah, there are occasions when you're not around or
we're both fully clothed when it behaves. Are you complainin'?"
"No, just amazed .and flattered." She took his
hand and led him down to the water.
She soon discovered that his movement was as
graceful in the water as out of it. Powerful muscles pulled his
svelte frame through the waves with ease and efficiency. For a
while they raced each other, just floating next to each other
while she regained her breath afterwards. They fooled around splashing
each other and playing tag, but after a while he was still raring
to go while she felt more like floating and vegging out. She smirked
to herself as she remembered that there had briefly been some
spin-off series to Baywatch called Baywatch Nights. If they'd
used footage like what she was watching now, then the female viewers
would have been enough to stop it getting cancelled.
Suddenly with a flash of his milk-white rear
he jack-knifed under the waves. Buffy stopped swimming, regaining
her footing on the sand and scanned the water around her. That
part of her vampire radar attuned specifically to him told her
he was coming closer all the time. She knew he wouldn't approach
from the direction she'd last seen him but didn't know which way
he would choose. It was dark enough that she still failed to pin
down the direction he approached from, but when his arms wrapped
round her and held her tight rather than ducking her beneath the
waves she didn't care. She just relaxed and luxuriated in the
feel of his wet body against hers as the waves crashed against
them.
She felt like she'd been an idiot refusing to
go out with Spike for so long, but then she'd thought his idea
of a date would be taking her with him when he went to play poker,
or letting her watch while he played pool at the Bronze. She hadn't
thought he would take her swimming or dance with her or anything
she would enjoy.
"Spike, do you know how to skate?"
"Yeah, not that I've done it in. quite a while.
Could be a bit rusty. Why do you ask?"
"'Cause you owe me an ice-skating date." She
said it as if it were an obvious fact of life.
"Huh? You've lost me on that one, love."
"He Who Shall Not etc. was supposed to go ice-skating
with me, only the guy from the Order of Taraka showed up about
the same time he did. Killed guy. Found ring. Date wigged out.
No rain check. You owe me a date."
"Guess I do, then. I'll see what I can arrange
when we get back home. Any other important events I've caused
you to miss over the years?" he asked. Even with her back to him
she could tell he was smiling.
"I'm sure I'll think of some. That's the only
one with him. Apart from the Bronze and one trip to the cinema,
that was the only time we went anywhere."
Spike snorted. "And I bet he met you inside when
you went to the Bronze."
"Well, yeah, but."
She could tell he was shaking his head slightly
even though she couldn't see it, so she turned in his arms to
face him.
"What?" she asked impatiently.
"This guy was your big first love?
Sounds to me like you were alone at the ice rink,
if that's where you took out Cyclops. Guess you broke in? He lets
you pay your own cover charge for the club and if he paid
for your cinema ticket I bet it was some arty farty foreign film
you wouldn't have chosen to go and see in a month of Sundays.
Even with a soul he'll still pinch every penny till it squeaks.
Did he ever pay for you both to go out and do something
you wanted to do? Take you for a meal? Anything?"
"No, guess not," she replied, wondering who she
was more annoyed at; Spike for pointing it out and being chauvinist
enough to assume the man should pay, Angel for never taking her
anywhere or herself for never noticing.
"All water under the bridge now anyway, love.
If you want to have time to eat and not have to rush back to the
car after, we'd best go in now."
"Okay. Let's go see what your idea of a picnic
is."
By the time they walked back to where they had
left their clothes Buffy was shivering. Despite her protests about
leaving salt marks where her hair was dripping he wrapped her
damp form in his duster. He somehow managed to get his jeans on
despite being damp. She helped as he unpacked the cooler. For
someone who didn't have to eat he seemed to know more about picnics
than Riley.
There were two tubs, obviously from some sort
of salad bar, one with fruit salad, the other a pasta salad. As
well as a couple of cans of diet soda there were two half-size
bottles of wine, one white, one red. He'd picked up four pre-packed
sandwiches in a variety of fillings, two in crusty white rolls
and two made with granary bread. There was a packet of tortilla
chips and a small tub of salsa. The finishing touch was the two
fresh cream chocolate eclairs. He'd even packed paper plates and
plastic tumblers and cutlery, even serviettes.
"I didn't think I was hungry until I saw this
lot," Buffy commented.
"You should be. The only thing you've eaten since
whatever you had for breakfast yesterday was half a pizza and
that was nearly ten hours ago," Spike retorted.
"I guess when you put it like that."
Between the two of them they managed to go through
about three-quarters of the contents of the cooler before they
gave up. This was despite Spike's refusal to touch anything healthy
and Buffy making Spike look the other way before she would eat
her chocolate éclair, insisting that they didn't have time
for him to start getting ideas. "As if," he said, "wearing nothing
but my coat wasn't giving me ideas already."
Spike threw the leftovers back into the cooler
and grabbed his T-shirt, quickly pulling it over his head. Ten
minutes and two menthol cigarettes later the couple were winding
their way back to the car.
"So what have you got planned now?" Buffy looked
over at platinum blond. "Any more unexpected detours?"
"Nope. Just motel, shower, crash." As she more
than half expected a wicked grin was flashed in her direction
when he mentioned showering.
"So where does the phone call come in, that you
mentioned earlier?"
"That would be on your to-do list for tomorrow,"
the vampire replied.
"And what exactly is on my to-do list for tomorrow?"
"Ring Bit before she goes to school. Have fun.
Pick up some money for me. Put some of it in that account you
have for the wedding. Give some to the cheerleader to get some
stuff for the kid. Dump enough into your current account to make
sure you're solvent and up to date on your bills for at least
the next month and bring the rest back for me. Be back early enough
that we get home to eat with Bit tomorrow night, barring emergencies."
"And what's on your to-do list for tomorrow?"
Buffy asked, somewhat perturbed by the apparent length of hers.
"Speak to Bit. Hide from the sun. Drive milady
home when she's ready."
"Sounds like you've got the easier deal," she
accused.
"True, but easier isn't always better," agreed
her fiancé.
"Do I get the car?" Buffy asked.
The muscles in Spike's jaw clenched up at the
thought of Buffy driving his baby again, but he was brave. LA
just wasn't a city where you could get around without a car. "Sure,
love, long as you make sure you both come back in one piece. I'd
say see if the Princess wanted to go with you and get her to drive,
but I suspect she'll be glued to Peaches till the prodigal comes
home. And I don't care if you do find a flaky patch on the windshield,
don't pick at it. It isn't nail polish."
"Anything else or do I have to sign some contract
in my own blood first? I hate to think what you'd be like about
a new car. I bet you don't even own that thing anyway."
"Do you? And if I'd stolen it, why wouldn't I
have just stolen another newer one whenever I felt like it?"
"You mean you actually bought that. it's a bit
old." In deference to Spike's feelings she shied away from the
word, "wreck".
"Didn't say I bought it. Won it brand new in
a poker game from a guy who owned a dealership. And it may be
old but it's probably been in storage for more than half its life,
so be nice." Spike defended the vintage vehicle.
"Yeah, but you hardly qualify in the "one careful
owner" category."
"Just so long as you're careful. I might
be upset if something happened to the car. It'd break me if something
happened to you. And you wouldn't want me to be forced to ask
Harris to come to our rescue." |
