Blocker
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Chapter Nine
Those lips were on hers again and the heat spread through her until she felt as if her body were aflame, ready to spontaneously combust. Her hands went inside the waistband of his jeans and slid them down to his hips as he did the same to her skirt.
Was there anything better than the feel of naked skin beneath your fingers? It was a wish and a promise and an answer and fulfillment all at the same time. It meant finally getting what you'd been longing for, but with still enough anticipation to make it exciting.
And exciting it was as Spike's hands skimmed over her, touching places that made her heartbeat quicken and her nerves tingle. His enhanced senses allowed him to know exactly what he was doing to her. He even knew when he found that place on her leg, behind her knee, the area that was exceptionally sensitive and that Willow had never even guessed was there. But Spike knew as soon as his fingertips moved across it and he smiled and went right back there.
She did some exploring of her own, trying to find his special erogenous zone. It took a while because it wasn't what she'd expected, although she should have. Were sensitive necks a vampire thing or a Spike thing?
Spike had no problem letting her take her time getting used to his body. He had enough experience to be able to hold himself back even if all he wanted to do was bury himself within her heat. Well, that wasn't all he wanted to do.
Words filled his mind - words that would embarrass him - and words she'd probably reject. This was most likely just an experiment for her. A rebound thing.
"Lie back," he instructed her, pulling off the rest of her clothes as she lay on the bed. As her knickers fell to the floor, he noted with a smile that her labia were shaved. She had to have done that before they went out. Had the little minx planned this seduction? He was definitely going to reward her for that.
So he left her and went to the mini-fridge where she had put their desserts from the night before, shedding his boots and jeans as he walked. He pulled out the créme brulee with berries and returned to the bed.
"This might be a bit chilly," he told her, giving hardly a moment's warning, as he smeared a streak of custard across the top of one breast. Another smear went down to her bellybutton and another up her thigh to the place she had prepared just for him. He leaned in and licked them off in order, savoring the taste of sugar-sweetened skin; listening to her moans and sighs and gasps as he took her body higher.
He pulled a strawberry out of the carton and rubbed it up her leg from her knee until it sat at the juncture of her thighs.
"Is that cold?"
"A little bit." He could tell she was so excited she could hardly breathe. Red must not know how to play with her food.
He continued on up, letting a drop of juice fall into her bellybutton, before moving up to her breasts. Circling ever inward, he heard her heartbeat race and her breath hitch. He didn't have to ask if she liked it; he could tell that she did. He let his tongue follow the path the berry had traced, tasting the sweetness of her first and the berry juice only as an afterthought.
Having her under his hands and mouth, his stomach got strange little tingly feelings like a million butterflies were trying to get out. It was a feeling Spike had never felt before as a vampire. She was bringing out emotions and thoughts he hadn't experienced since his human days. He was turning into William. He smiled against her skin and she felt it.
"What?"
"Hm?" He didn't want to lift his face from her breast.
"What's so funny?" she asked, giggling. "I want to share the joke too."
"Nothing's funny," he whispered into her flesh. "Just feel good."
"I feel good?"
He lifted his head and looked her in her eyes, wanting her to understand him. "No, I feel good. You make me feel good."
Then he caught her nipple between his lips and sucked and she had no time to consider his words. What he was doing - what he was making her feel… Was this a male thing? Did they have an appreciation for breasts that women - having their own - just didn't get? It wasn't like anything she'd ever known before.
His hands kept roving over her body as he sucked. First the other breast, and then her neck and shoulders and arms and even her fingertips - which was amazingly erotic. Was he trying to map her body? He could take a picture if he wanted to, she didn't care. She just wanted his hands where the ache was the strongest.
"Be patient, luv," he whispered, stopping long enough to say this and then moving back to the first breast. The sensation shot right down her body and she was desperate now. She was panting and she wrapped her arms around his head, holding him close. What was he doing to her? Was he magic himself? She'd never felt this… hunger before. Like she was a wild animal - she almost wanted to snarl.
Her breath came out in frantic gasps and the sound was making him crazy. He was going to pop without a touch if she kept this up. He moved down her body, taking the path down that the strawberry had made coming up and she giggled when he licked into her bellybutton.
He moved across the small rise of her abdomen and he loved the feel of the softness. Why had all his women until now been tiny and hard? Rock hard abs had nothing on the erotic feel of a real woman's curves under his hands and mouth.
He slid down until he lay between her legs, not waiting a moment to taste her. She was heated flesh and warm wetness; sweet and savory at the same time. His thumbs parted her and he took a moment to watch her turn from pink to rosy red and then descended once again, lapping at her with a flat tongue, making her moan.
He didn't know how the clerics defined it, but as a poet, he could say without question that this was what Heaven was.
He explored her with his lips and tongue, placing soft kisses on her clit before dipping into the indentation with a pointed tongue. He let himself take his time investigating her folds, not leaving a millimeter untasted.
He needed to think about something else or he was going to burst before the main event. The past days flashed through his mind as he played. Waking to find her looking sweet and vulnerable on the floor of his crypt. Talking her through her worry, reassuring her that she had done the right thing, even though he was pretty sure she already knew that.
She squirmed under him and his hands pressed her back down. She was getting close. He slowed down, kissing and licking delicately, wanting to make this last for her. And for him.
He remembered the first time she looked at him through those lowered lashes, the expression she used when she was being coy. It had been right here in this room. It had sent sensations straight to his cock. Her strength turned him even more than her smiles and her playful eyes. Once she'd been reassured that hadn't been loved as she had needed to be, she hadn't wallowed and sulked and brooded - she'd put it behind her and made a new place for herself. And she'd brought him along with her and hadn't let him leave. Like he was part of her world now.
But was he? Was this?
He concentrated once again on the task at hand. He needed to be inside her or he was going to lose his mind. He circled her clit with his tongue until she started squirming again and he let her move. She rubbed herself on him, riding his mouth as he sucked and before long, she was crying out - Girl's a screamer, I like screamers - and coming. He kept on until she was reduced to small quivering shudders and soft mewls. He moved up her body on his fists and let her watch him watch her.
She followed his movements with anticipation.
He saw her smile at him and if the look was any indication, he'd done all right by her. She was brazen and demure at the same time, and how was that even possible?
"Ready for me, luv?" he asked, trying not to place too much of his weight on her.
"Don't you want me to-" she offered.
"Too late for that. Not gonna make it to this if we go there this time. Been wanting this for too long."
She nodded and he took his time guiding himself inside. He figured she'd probably played with toys but he didn't know how big her taste in toys ran. She might not be used to something his size. If the tightness that surrounded him was any indication, he was dead on.
Gods below, she just might burn me alive.
He slid in and out slowly for as long as he could but her grunts and moans spurred him on and when she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingernails into his back, he lost control. He changed into his natural face and drove into her, listening to her whispered snarls of "Harder" until he thought he'd break her.
But his girl kept up with him thrust for thrust and when he opened his eyes, she was looking at him and he calmed down, not wanting to frighten her, but too far gone to get himself under enough control to change his face back.
She touched his ridges, fingertips gliding over his temples and cheekbones and down to his mouth. She placed her finger inside and he sucked on it. He was afraid to even nip her, if that was what she wanted - and he wasn't all that sure that it was - because now would not be a good time to test his chip to see if it worked when the subject was willing. Besides, he was sure she was just showing him that he had her trust.
That did it.
With one more thrust, she shook around him and he followed her down. Spiraling ever further until it felt like he was lost in her - drowning in a sea that wouldn't release him.
Her body calmed and she held him, whispering soft words and kissing his brow until her goodness and light brought him around. He felt his face shift back, although he didn't remember consciously telling it to.
Once again, words filled his mind. Glorious words, rhyming words, words expressing emotions that William was all too familiar with. But as William was also too familiar with rejection, he kept them all buried inside.
When he opened his eyes, she brought him down for a kiss and he wanted to die. Because this was Heaven; William had finally made it and he never wanted to leave.
When she fell asleep, he got up and got dressed and went outside to smoke. He remembered being at the Magic Box once when they were researching and Red coming in with a box of donuts that had two cheese danish in it because Tara liked cheese danish. He judged the time to be around four in the morning, so he headed downtown and banged on the back door of the bakery until they opened it for him. He explained the situation and the baker, being a man married to the same woman for forty-three years, understood completely and gave Spike half a dozen cheese danish with his compliments.
Spike thanked him and headed back to the college. He snuck in quietly; he didn't want to wake her. As peaceful as she looked, and as much as he wanted to curl up around her and hold her, there were too many thoughts swirling around in his head.
He looked around, finally locating a notebook and pen. He made himself comfortable on the floor and as he watched her sleep, he wrote.
When Tara's alarm went off at eleven, she quickly turned it off so it wouldn't wake Spike. She gently pulled herself free of his embrace and gathered her shower supplies and headed to the bathroom. When she returned and dressed for class, she smiled as he slept on, still and peaceful as always.
But everything was different now, wasn't it?
Was it?
She grabbed her books and saw the open notebook sitting on the floor, so she reached to pick it up.
There was writing on it that she didn't recognize. All scribbled words and phrases; smudges with half of it crossed out and other words filling the spaces left.
She placed her books back on the desk and sat down on the floor cushion and read:
Since the moment I spotted you
It's like walking around with little wings on my shoes
My stomach's filled with butterflies
But it's all right
Bouncing 'round from cloud to cloud
I've got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down
If I said I didn't like it then you'd know I lied
Every time I talk to you
I get tongue-tied
It turns out that everything I say to you
Comes out wrong and never comes out right
So I'll say why don't you and I
Get together and take on the world and be together forever
Heads we will, tails we'll try again
So I'll say why don't you and I
Hold each other and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven
'Cause without you they're never gonna let me in
She looked up to find him watching her.
It looked like today they were going to have to hold classes without her. She got undressed and climbed back into bed.
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