Chapter 35
"Really Lorne it's okay. It's a fresh start in the world of Buffy," Buffy told Lorne through her cell as she marched home from work a few days later. She'd promised Lorne after stopping in to say goodbye to him that she'd keep in touch and they'd exchanged numbers. She hadn't been able to track down Jonathan though. She had however received an email from him telling her that he and Fred had gone away on his ‘honeymoon' for a few days to connect and see what happened. From the email alone, Buffy knew they were going to be just fine.
Willow and Xander had taken the news of Spike and Buffy's togetherness
well. In fact, their exact words had been "About time." Life back in Boston
was underway once again. Buffy had never been so happy to be going to
work in all her life. She'd by lying if she didn't admit that she did miss her
mother however. They'd had a few good talks and Buffy knew that while
their relationship wasn't perfect, it was a lot better than it had been. Her
and Angel had made a pact to contact each other more, and Angel was
making plans for him and Cordy to come visit Boston the next month for
the weekend. She didn't think it'd be long before wedding balls started to
ring for him and Cordy. She had a feeling Lorne's services would be needed
again.
"A fresh start huh? What‘s it called? Denial?" Lorne replied dryly.
"I just can't freak out about it. Angel did tell me to let things flow. You told
me take my time, remember?"
"Sometimes you need to give time a little nudge."
"Lorne, we just got together, I'm not going to demand anything from him."
"But wouldn't it be nice to know what to tell your parents?"
Buffy grumbled. "I'm going with the flow."
"Sounds like it too. How many times a day do you have to tell yourself
that?"
"Enough that Willows offered to tape record it for me and play it at night so
it sinks into my subconscious," Buffy admitted.
Lorne's laughing didn't help, but it did make her smile. "Look, what it all
comes down to is that Spike and I just started this relationship. This is a big
step. For both of us. Mainly for him because I've always been equipped to
handle a long term relationship should the right guy have come around.
Now, he has. Spike on the other hand . . . This is a big step for him. I'm not
about to jeapordize that by putting demands on him. Or me. I'm not even
thinking of marriage right now."
"Liar."
"Yeah, well, that's between you me and the phone."
"Buffy, you've had four years of foreplay. It's only natural that you would
be thinking of it. I think it's perfectly natural that you already know you
want to spend the rest of your life with him."
"I think you need to stop watching Lifetime."
"Blech. I don't watch Lifetime. Bunch of women getting beat on is what
that is."
"It is the network for women!"
"I prefer the Romance network."
"Ah, that's where it's coming from. That and from the stack of bodice
rippers I saw on your book shelf."
"Naughty girl going through my stuff."
"They were on your bookshelf plain as day, not exactly ‘going through your
stuff'."
"I think you should ask him what you should tell your parents. Straight
and to the point. I don't understand why you won't."
"Because it's too easy. Since when do I make ANYTHING easy?"
"Good point. Have you taken the ring off?"
Buffy frowned and glanced down at her hand. "I haven't, but I have every
intention of doing so. I just . . . forgot. I mean, you get so used to wearing
something—"
"Even if what you're wearing is an engagement ring."
"No one else knows that."
"Buffy."
"Oh shut up. I have to let you go now. I see Spike entering my building."
"Plans tonight muffin?"
"Nothing spectacular. Just dinner and a movie."
"It's what you make of it darling!"
Buffy rolled her eyes, and entered her building. "Spike!" she shouted for
him. Halfway up the stairs, he turned and smiled, venturing back down to
greet her.
"I have to go now hon," Buffy told Lorne.
"All right muffin. Keep me posted. Love you!"
Buffy giggled. "Love you too," and she snapped her phone shut to greet
Spike.
Wrapping his arms around her, he smiled and pecked her nose. "Lorne?"
"Nah, that was my pimp I was telling you about. Turns out he doesn't want
to lose me."
Spike chuckled and leaned in nuzzling her neck. "How is the old boy?"
"He's good," she sighed happily. "Ready to go out? I'm starving."
It was a tape. A simple black, unlabeled video. Pretty standard really. So
then why was it bugging her so much?
They'd gone to Spike's after the movie, Spike having talked her into
staying the night with him. He'd even walked her home first to get what she
needed in the way of clothes.
Now, she wasn't a snooper. Not in the least. She had sat there while he'd
gone to get them something to drink for a second, just thinking. She twirled
the ring on her finger around and around, watching it sparkle and shine.
Not only had she not noticed that she still wore it, but he hadn't seem to
notice either. She then stood and headed toward his bureau where he kept
his various necklaces and bracelets in a flat velvet jewelry box. The ring
didn't match the collection. It was just another insight, at least to her, in the
world of Spike. On the surface, he was a punk, but underneath, gemstones
of tenderness and generosity lay. She slipped the ring off her finger
intending to place it in the velvet box until the day he was ready to
hopefully give it to her. With a real proposal. Then it'd caught her eye. It
sat there, unassuming with a spiked choker on it. Her mind immediately
went alight with all the possibilities that could be on such a tape. Her mind
automatically went to the obvious. A sex tape that he'd made with his
previous girlfriends. Oh God. What if he made them with ALL of them?
What if jacked off at night to them? Was it a collection into the world of
Spike's sexcapades with his scorned women? What kinds of things did they
do to warrant making a tape? What was the point? Did they give each other
pointers after? Did it get them hot because actually being in the act didn't
get them hot enough? Before she could stop herself she'd picked it up and
inspected it, looking for writing on what it could somewhere, anywhere on
it.
"Buffy, what are you doing?"
Her head snapped to find Spike with glasses of water in his hands, frowning
at her. She suddenly felt ashamed of herself. But still very curious.
"I'm uh, I was just looking at your collection of jewelry and I saw this and I
was just wondering what it was. Not that I think its anything – Took you
long enough to get that water. Did you go outside and pump it?" She
grabbed for her water, sloshing some of it on their hands and his floor and
took a long gulp of it.
He set his glass down and folded his arms across his chest. "What do you
think it is?"
"What?"
"You said you were wondering what the tape was. What do you think it
is?"
"Oh, I don't know," she waved him off. "So you said you had some ideas for
a painting. Have you started working on them yet or—"
"You don't even have a guess? I think you can guess."
"Are you upset with me?"
"Nope."
"You sound like you are."
"I'm curious. Like you."
"Like me."
"What do you think is on the tape Buffy?"
"Sex."
He grinned quickly and then it faded. "You wouldn't be far off."
Her heart sank and her stomach dropped. "Do you watch it every day?"
"Every night before I go to bed. "
Why was it that floors never did open up and swallow people? Now would
have been good.
"Oh," she sat down on the bed gingerly.
"What kind of sex do you think is on there?"
"Porn?"
"Sort of, yes."
"Ex girlfriends?"
He started to laugh. "Kitten, that's what you thought was on there?"
She nodded.
"It's ‘Passions'."
"Come again?"
"The soap opera ‘Passions'. I tape it during the day if I'm out or if I'm
sleeping. I watch it before I go to bed. Its how I unwind. Well, that and a
wank."
"Do you wank to the soap?"
"No!" he exclaimed and then started to laugh. "Never a dull moment with
you huh kitten?"
He sat down next to her and kissed her softly.
"Have you made tapes with them?" she asked tentatively.
"I won't lie to you, I have."
Jealousy flared. "Do you still have them and watch them?" she demanded.
"Wha-? No! Buffy, I've made tapes, yes, with WILLING girlfriends, but
I've never kept them. You see what happened with Tommy Lee and Pam
Anderson? Paris Hilton? Knowing my luck, that'd happen to me."
"Well, let's be a little modest here. You're not a celebrity so I doubt the
market value of your sex tape would be high. Not that you're a gorgeous
man and would give women pleasure to watch you . . . But, you're MY man
to watch."
He smiled. "I like that I'm your man," and he kissed her again. "It'd still be
bloody embarrassing if it got out. Knowing Xander, he'd take it and watch it
to learn a few tips—"
"Ew!"
"Exactly."
"Now that I have that image in my head . . . "
"Allow me to put some other images in your head," and he brought her on
his lap and started to nuzzle her neck.
She put her hands on his chest to halt him. He looked up at her, startled.
"What kinds of things did you do on those tapes you made?"
"Buffy," he sighed.
"I'm curious. Were they kinky?"
"Some were, yes."
"Like with?"
"One girl had handcuffs. Another had a riding crop. One had both. Then
there was the silk scarves and the dildo—"
Her eyes bugged. "Did you—"
"On me?"
She nodded.
"A very emphatic NO."
She giggled. "Did I just insult your masculinity?"
"Little bit."
"Any positions that were different?"
"Why are you asking me about this?"
"I'm curious."
"Doggy style, missionary, on top, sideways, facing away from me on top—"
"Okay, okay, okay," and she started to get off him.
He held her tight. "Nope. None of that. You asked, remember?"
"Yeah, I really gotta stop doing that."
"Or maybe I should learn and stop telling you when you ask."
"You do try to stop me from asking. I just forge ahead anyway and you
know I'd just get annoyed if you didn't tell me. Then I'd just think you were
keeping something from me."
"Paranoid mind you got there pet."
"I know. Plus, overactive imagination. Can we try doggie style?"
He did a double take and then blinked at her.
"Yeah, I really did ask," she smiled.
He shook his head. "You continue to amaze me."
"Cause I want to do that?"
"Yes, and the way you just come out with it in the middle of conversation
like that."
"I feel comfortable with you. See? No blushing."
"Correction. Blushing, but minimal."
"Technicality."
"After this, no more blushing."
"Oh, I'm sure I still will."
"You've never--?"
"Don't ask, don't tell?"
"Now I'll just wonder," he muttered.
"If I'm asking you, then you probably can figure it out."
He broke out in a wide smile. "I'll be teaching you?"
She rolled her eyes. "That just went to your head."
"And not just the one on my shoulders," he murmured, smothering her in a
kiss.
"Are we starting now?" she teased on a whisper. "Should I start taking
notes?"
He placed her on the bed and pushed her down on it. He hovered above
her, grinning lecherously. "Don't need to take notes since the only one you'll
EVER do this with is me. Got it?"
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. That sounded like
forever to her.
Clothes melted away and soon she was a writhing, wanton mess on his bed,
begging for his touch. He had the power to turn her to complete mush. Her
muscles were like gel, her pussy was dripping, nipples hard and her skin
tingling. She wanted him inside her and she could tell by the desire etched
on his face that he wanted to be in her. When she'd grasped his cock and
started guiding it to her core, he stopped her with his voice trembling.
"Your knees," he grated out.
Her eyes widened. She'd forgotten about that in the midst of their
mindblowing foreplay. Her pussy pulsed with the demand. He helped her
up and she got on all fours.
"If you need to hold onto the headboard, you can," he instructed, leaning
over her and gently biting her shoulder. He trailed kisses down her back
and she pushed her ass out at him, wiggling it against his hardness that was
pressed firmly in the crack of her ass.
"My wildcat want something?" he purred.
"Yes."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you in me."
"Say the words Buffy. Use the words."
She thought she had. Then it dawned on her what he wanted. She also
realized that when in this position, you had to be a little kinky. Gathering
her courage, she said in a firm voice, "Put your cock in my pussy, Spike.
Fuck me."
"Oh fuck, Buffy," he groaned and thrust inside her. He filled her completely
and she could feel the slap of his balls on her clit.
"More," she demanded on a moan.
He pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in.
"Harder Spike, I can take it."
"Don't want to hurt you."
"I said I can take it."
"If I hurt you, tell me."
"Spike, fuck me now and stop talking!" she bellowed.
That was all he needed and soon he was pounding away. She held onto the
headboard as and arched her back just a touch so that he could get deeper.
With each thrust she could feel his cock graze her clit and then his balls
slapped her clit. She came in a great flurry, clutching the headboard so
tight, her knuckles were white. She keened her release and after a couple
thrusts, Spike roared his. He stayed inside her, pumping the last of his seed
and when he finally withdrew, they both moaned from the loss of contact.
He took her hands off the headboards, unclenching them with his gentle
touch and brought her into the safety of his arms, cooing at her.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
"No. I liked it."
He smiled. "I did too. Such an animal you are."
She grinned. "I am, aren't I?"
He nodded. "Bloody hot."
"It is, isn't it?" she was beaming.
"You're proud of yourself."
"I've never been that way."
"Only for me," he whispered and kissed her sweetly, cradling her close.
She yawned and snuggled up against his damp chest.
"Let's get washed up and get you in bed, all right kitten?"
"Thought I was a wildcat?"
"You're both."
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a few days...my birthday was this weekend and I was a busy girl. Hope the longer chapter makes up for it :)