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Chapter 28

"Buffy, what the bleeding hell are you doing in there?" Spike asked through the bathroom door. He was standing there, in his jeans with no shirt on and felt as if he was literally going to explode if she didn't come out soon. Either that or he was going to break the door down and have her in the bathroom. His head cocked to the side. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea . . .

"I'm coming."

"Not yet, but you will," Spike muttered. "I hope," he added fearfully.

"Stand back from the door."

"Why?" he frowned.

"Because I know you're hovering right outside the door and the effect will
be lost if you're standing right there."

"Do you want me to turn on the fan and direct it at you so you can have
that whole hair billowing thing going for you like they do in movies too?"

"You're getting impatient," she accused.

"Buffy, I've been in love with you for four years. I'm about ready to crawl
out of my skin here. This is like Waiting for Godot."

"Never read it."

Spike sighed. "Would you please?"

"I'm waiting for you to move away from the door."

He stepped back.

"Not a step either!"

He moved back another step.

"Oh to hell with it," and she flung the door open.

Spike felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. "You should have
told me to sit down," he said weakly. He wanted to kneel down and worship
her.

She was wearing a silky cream colored negligee with lace covering her
breasts. He could barely make out her nipples through it and the tease of it
was exhilarating. Her hair was down and framing her face, the tip of her
long hair brushing the tops of her breast. He wanted to be that hair. Her
face had light makeup, but that he barely noticed. No, what made it all the
better was the glasses. She was wearing her Buddy Holly glasses and they
never failed to make his mouth water.

She was studying him shyly. "I'm not one for exploiting my assets, but like
I told you before, you must bring out the inner vixen in me. Though, the
glasses aren't very vixen like."

"I bloody love those glasses," Spike said hoarsely.

She smiled and focused in on his bare chest. She licked her lips and Spike
was taking her in his arms a beat later.

"Who would have known that glasses made you hot?" she teased him.

"Always have baby. Smart chicks are hot."

She mock swooned. "You say the sweetest things."

"I told you I had a whole fantasy around those glasses didn't I?" he bent in,
kissing her collarbone.

"You did. But that involved an entire costume. This is what I could do on
short notice."

He brushed his fingers on the top of her breasts, pushing her hair away. "I
like it. Just tell me that no one else but me has seen this number."

She grinned. "No one has. My mother doesn't even know I have it. I
bought it and stashed it away, thinking I'd never use it."

"Oh, you're going to be using it," he murmured and slid the straps off her
shoulders, leaving hot, open kisses in its wake. She shivered and her skin
broke out in goose bumps. He grinned.

He looked up at her and noticed a slight smirk. "What?"

She didn't say a word but merely bent her head and twirled her tongue
around his nipple, while flicking the other one with the pad of her fingers
lightly. His skin broke out in goose bumps immediately and he trembled.
His hands dove in her hair and brought her face up to his.

"You ARE a vixen," he growled and nipped at her lips. She opened for him
and their tongues dueled. She flattened her palms against his chest so that
her fingertips just touched his nipples. His stomach muscles fluttered at the
feel of her tiny hands on him. "I want you so much," he moaned and rested
his forehead on hers.

"I want you too," she told him softly. "I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I don't know any tricks."

"Tricks?

"Yeah, you know. Tricks."

"Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat kind of tricks?"

No, more like, make you a quivering mass of lust by doing ingenious things
to

your body kind of tricks."

"That what you think you have to do?"

"Well, I figured with all the women you've had—"

"Buffy, I don't want to talk about them. They're in the past. They're so far
gone and away from this moment. This is about us and our first time.
Together. No comparing. No thoughts about what was before. Just us. Like
a virgin, remember?"

"I know. I just don't want to disappoint you."

He shook his head. "The only way to disappoint me is if you took these hands," he gestured to her hands still pressed against his chest, "off me.
Ever. Okay?"

She nodded. "Spike, this is going to be horribly clichéd—"

"Oh no, not that," he teased.

"—But I love you."

For the second time that night his breath left him. "You do?"

She nodded. "I do."

"I love hearing those words from your lips," he murmured, leaning in and
kissing her sweetly.

"Which ones? ‘I love you' or ‘I do'?"

"Both," and before she could respond he devoured her mouth. She
wrapped her arms around his neck, ruffling the curls at the nape of his neck
in her fingers. His body was humming and all they done so far was kiss.
Placing his hands on her covered breast, he took delight in the hum she
gave in response. Her nipple pebbled under his touch and was amazed at
how responsive she was to him. He briefly wondered if her body had been
this way for the wanker Brian, but then discarded the thought. Just as he'd
told her to discard all the women before, he was going to discard all the men
before. All that mattered was that Buffy was in his arms and that she loved
him back.

Her hands were resting on the top of his jeans and he moved his waist,
letting her know it was okay to commence undressing. He had to have her
naked now. She took the hint –that's my smart girl, he mused happily—and
undid the button at the top of his jeans and slowly unzipped him. So slowly,
he was ready to take over. But, he wanted to savor this moment for as long
as possible. Wanted to commit every part of it to memory. Not that they
weren't going to do it again a thousand times in the future, but this was his
first time with her. His first time making love. He planned to commit this to
canvas as soon as they got home. For their eyes only. Some made videos;
Spike was going to paint it.

When her tiny hands eased inside his jeans and stalled, he knew she was
surprised to find him going commando.

He pulled back from her honey lips just a smidge. "Surprised?

"All the time?"

He nodded.

"Hm," hummed thoughtfully and continued the downward path while
dodging his lips and going straight for the spot just under his ear. The spot
that drove him crazy—and she knew it because she told him. His whole
body quaked and he hissed with pleasure. Before he came in his pants and
made it really like his first time, he took that moment to scoop her up in his
arms. She let out a little yelp and held onto him.

He grinned at her and deposited her gently on the bed. Her hair spread
out, her skin glowing, his breath caught. "God Buffy you're so damn
beautiful. Lovely. Gorgeous. Angelic."

She was blushing and averted her eyes, starting to move her limbs to
cover herself. He stopped her. "No. You're my girl and I want to worship
you. You've never hid anything from me before. Don't start now."

"That's different."

"How?"

"This is my body. I'm self-conscious. Which is a contradictory considering I
came out here in negligee."

"You're starting to talk a lot."

"I'm nervous."

"So am I."

Her body relaxed. "You are?"

He nodded. "Want to do right by you. Make it perfect."

She held out her arms, beckoning him. "It is perfect. It's us."

That brought him to his knees and he entered her arms in a passionate
embrace. "This has to come off," he gasped, playing with the bottom of her
negligee.

She nodded and started to reach for the bottom to help him. He grabbed her hand. "No. Me."

She nodded, bit her lip and watched him. He dropped kisses on her shins
and her knees and then lifting the negligee, left kisses on her thighs. Lifting
more, he leered up at her. "Not the only one going commando I see."

She shrugged, "Inner vixen."

"For only me, right?"

"Right."

"For that, you get a reward," and he spread her legs ever so gently and
kissed her sex, inserting his tongue just a smidge. Just enough to cause her
to strain for more. "Soon," he promised.

Lifting even more, he exposed her belly. The belly that held life in it. It
wasn't his, and that thought did pain him, but he refused to dwell on it. The
life inside her brought them together. That was all that mattered now. He
covered her belly with kisses and licked her belly button. He took delight in
the way it quivered under his touch. Having the sudden urge, and not being
able to stop himself, he left a zerbert on her stomach. She fell into a fit of
giggles and he joined her.

"How could I not love you?" she asked him honestly.

He beamed at her, and then kissed her before setting back to his task of
exploring and worshipping her. He lifted her negligee further, up over her
head and nuzzled her breasts. Taking one breast in his mouth, teasing her
nipples until they were hard points and she dove her hands in his hair.

"Spike," she moaned.

He rushed up to her face and kissed her thoroughly. "Got to taste you
baby," he told her as he cupped her mound in his palm. The heat scorched
him and he could feel the moisture there. "My baby's wet for me," he
whispered huskily. She nodded, running her hands on his flesh.

Gliding down her body, he spread her legs once more and slid a finger up
her slit. So, so wet. He started to bring his finger to his mouth and she
stopped him, grabbed his finger and sucked on it. That nearly did him in.
He closed his eyes and shuddered. "You're going to drive me out of my
mind," he moaned.

"Ditto."

Diving in between her legs, he licked, nibbled and teased her. Honey. Sugar. Sweet nectar of the Gods . . . He flicked
her clit with his tongue until she was just about to cum and then he backed
off, teasing her. Her hands tightened in his hair and she writhed under him.

"Spike, please," she begged.

He traced her outer lips with his tongue and then slid back up her slit,
narrowly missing her clit and she drew her hips up, silently commanding
him to finish. He finally gave in and sucked hard on her protruding clit. Her
body stiffened and quaked, her head falling back as she gasped his name.
He rushed up her body and watched her, stroking her skin gently as she came back down. Her eyes snapped open and she brought him down and kissed him voraciously. Then, in a flash, she pushed at him until he was lying on his back. She grinned down at him, the sexy grin of a woman who knew her power over a man. She was about to wield it even more, he knew it.

"Your turn," she rasped, sounding like a phone sex girl. He watched in
fascination as she kissed, nibbled and teased him until he was the one
writhing beneath her. When she reached his cock, party covered still by his
jeans, she nearly ripped them off him and tossed the aside. He held his
breath, waiting for her next move, and when she blew on him, his hips
bucked and his hands balled into fist. "God," he hissed.

Her head popped up, "Yes?" she smirked.

He chuckled and groaned at the same time. Grinning, she swirled her
tongue around the head of his cock and gripped the base of his cock gently,
and yet just tight enough. His head fell back, seeing stars already. When she
enveloped him in the hot cavern of her mouth and hummed, he knew he
wasn't going to last long and he wanted to be inside her when he came.
Bending and lifting her off him, he adjusted them so that she lay on her
back.

She looked up at him surprised.

"I want to be inside you when I cum," he told her deeply. "Much more of
that and I was going to spout off in your mouth." Grabbing hold of the frames, he lifted them off her face. "Need to see your eyes while I'm inside you."

She blushed and brought his head down to kiss him. Bracing himself on his
hands, he nudged her legs apart and she spread them to accommodate him
instinctively. Bending her knees so that her feet lay flat on the bed,
reaching between them, she grasped his cock and placed it at her opening.
He slid in with ease, hissing at the sensation of being joined to her.

His heart and his soul screamed ‘Finally!'

"Baby, you feel so good," he moaned. "So tight and wet. Uhh…Never been
this way. Never. So good."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Feels so good inside me," she
whispered.

"Perfect."

He started to move faster and she moved with him, wrapping her limbs
around him and moving her hips in circles. When she started to clench her
muscles on him every other thrust, Spike buried his face in her neck. "I'm
going to die in your arms."

"Don't say that."

"I can't help it. My heart . . . gonna leap out of my chest with loving you so
much."

Then she teased that spot under his ear with her tongue while
simultaneously clenching her inner muscled around him. "Cum with me,"
she demanded breathlessly.

He was losing it and fast.

"Now!" she gasped and her muscles started fluttering around him, he
exploded inside her, eyes rolling in the back of his head, his heart racing
and the blood rushing in his ears. He'd never cum so hard in his life. Using
what energy he had left, he rolled them to the side, still inside her, and
peppered her face with kisses.

"Buffy . . . Buffy . . . " he murmured sweetly. "My Love. My Angel. My
Girl."

She hummed happily, her forehead having broken out in a sheen of sweat,
her eyelids dropping.

He gathered her close, "Sleep for a bit baby."

She murmured agreement and then yawned. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Grasping the comforter, he pulled as much of it as he could around her and
brushed her hair away from her face with his fingers. He stroked her arm,
her back and whatever part of her he could reach. He had no inclination to
move at all. Ever. For the first time in his life, he was content. And content
wasn't as scary as he thought it'd be. In Buffy's arms, content was the only
place he ever wanted to be for the rest of his life.










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