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Ch. 4: Quenched Thirst

They lay in silence for a few moments, until Buffy spoke.

“Spike? Um, I was thinking. I know you normally sleep naked, and I know I’m a little uncomfortable in this robe, and so I was thinking…” Buffy’s voice trailed off.

Is she suggesting what I think she’s suggesting? “Thinking what, luv?” Spike said carefuly, hoping his voice didn’t betray the sexual tension that was starting to climb up his body.

“Well, why don’t we just get rid of the robes? We’ll both be more comfortable, and we’ve already done the naked thing in the tub.” Buffy hoped she didn’t sound too desperate, but the robe really wasn’t comfortable, and she was just feeling out the situation as she went along.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with that? I mean, I’m used to sleeping in the buff, but I don’t think you are, unless your sleeping habits have changed.”

“No, I’m okay with it. I’d rather be naked than try to sleep in terry.” Buffy decided to go first and quickly threw her robe on the floor. “See, I’m perfectly comfortable. And now you have to, because it’s all or nothing here.”

Spike tossed his robe onto the floor. “I’m with you now, all naked. This is definitely going in the book.” Spike shifted, letting the cool satin of the sheets slide across his body. “These sheets are nice. I might invest in some for myself,” Spike said, making light conversation to ease his tension.

“Yeah, they are nice.” Buffy tried to stifle her moan in feeling the coolness of the sheet hit her tightened nipples, sending sparks through her body. “It’s definitely a new experience for me, these kinds of sheets.” She shifted a little in the bed, tense with anticipation of what was going to happen next. She wished she could drink another glass of champagne, but the bottle was on the other side of the room, and she wasn’t quite ready to walk around naked. “So, you wanna stay up and talk a little?” Buffy asked.

“Sure. I’m not really that tired. Kinda wired, being in this new place an’ all,” said Spike, turning to his side to face Buffy. “You wanna keep the lights out, though? It’s kinda nice here in the dark, even though we can’t see ourselves in the mirror.”

“Oh, I totally forgot about that. But yea, let’s leave the lights off.” Buffy bit her lip, hesitating in asking what she was really thinking about. “So, since we’re in the honeymoon suite, let’s talk about honeymoon-related things. You know, to have a theme to our conversation.”

“Sounds interesting enough. Got anything in mind?” Spike said. His mind was slowly being filled with sex on the beaches of Italy with a certain blonde, but he decided to let Buffy lead the conversation.

“Well, have you ever had any fantasies?” Buffy asked brightly, using her tone to hide her insecurities. Buffy waited in uncertainty, wondering how he would react to the question.

“What do you mean by fantasies?” asked Spike, his calm tone belying the torrent of emotions running under his skin. Does she know what she’s asking? She wants to talk about fantasies while we’re naked in bed together? Christ, she’s gonna be the death of me.

“You know, sexual fantasies. Like with two people,” said Buffy, curling her body into a fetal position. Her whole frame was taut, awaiting his answer.

“Well, yeah. I mean, everyone does. Don’t you?” he asked, turning the question to her.

“Yeah, I have. But what do you have fantasies about? Like where and with whom. Remember that truth serum champagne I told you about? It has to work on you, too. C’mon, Spike, we never talk about stuff like this. I figure it’s only appropriate considering our environment,” said Buffy.

“Specifics? I guess…” Spike tried to think of his most basic, unoffensive fantasy. “I once had one where I imagined I was in bed with Sarah Michelle Gellar. Does that count?” Spike said, trying to keep their conversation in fantasy-land and not in their bed, not in reality, where his fantasies of his best friend were innumerable.

“No, that doesn’t count. I’ve had tons and tons of fantasies about James Marsters, but they’re all totally out there. When I mean fantasies, I mean things that could happen, that you’d want to happen, but that just haven’t gone from your mind to the world.” Buffy turned onto her back and looked up at the ceiling mirror, seeing vague shadows of the two of them on the bed, strangely positioned to accommodate the round shape.

“I guess I’ve had my fair share of fantasies. It’s seems only natural. I am a full-bodied male, you know,” said Spike, turning onto his back again. “I’ve never really thought much about girls having fantasies. I mean, guys always talk about it, but do you girls?”

“Sure, we do. Maybe not in the locker room or whatever, but we talk about it. That’s why I thought we could talk about it, you being my best friend and all,” said Buffy, still unsure as to whether to ask him.

“Ah yes, best friends.” Spike cringed at the term, his guilt for having so many wet dreams about Buffy starting to smother him. I wonder if she’s had any dreams about me, he thought. He was just gathering the courage to ask when he heard her speak.

“Spike, have you--” Buffy paused. “Have you ever had dreams about me?”

The silence seemed to echo for miles and miles.

“I guess that’s a stupid question, to think that you’d ever dream of me like that. Silly question. Tell me about your dream of Sarah Michelle Gellar,” Buffy said brightly, trying to cover her hurt at what she inferred was his obvious answer.

Spike could read into her voice and was surprised to see her defenses up. He decided to be completely honest and deal with the consequences, whatever they ended up being.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? I thought you were going to tell me your hot fantasies about Sarah.”

“Buffy, you know what I’m talking about. Yes, I have had fantasies about you.” He waited to gauge her reaction but heard nothing. “Buffy? Buffy, did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah, I did. I just—well, I didn’t—oh. What did—”

“Have you ever dreamt about me?” Spike interrupted. He wanted to level the playing field before divulging any more information. He had been honest enough to this point; he was now ready to lie through his teeth to keep their friendship together.

“Yes,” Buffy said quietly, her voice muffled by the satin she had slowly moved over her face.

“Come again?” said Spike, wanting to hear her say it again.

“Yes. Yes, I’ve had fantasies about you,” Buffy said in a small voice. “Do you think that’s weird?”

“Why would I think it’s weird if I just confessed the same thing to you?” Spike asked cautiously, hesitant in where this conversation was going. He knew his cock was yearning to be stroked, but he refused to give in to touching himself. He turned to his side and looked at Buffy. “What did you dream about?”

“Uh, stuff. You know, fantasy-like stuff. You?”

“Yeah, me, too. Stuff. Fantasy-like stuff.” Spike smiled at her phrasing. “Look, I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

Buffy held her breath. This is what she had ultimately wanted to talk about, to bring out into the open. Her pussy had become drenched when he had confessed, and she was aching to know what he had dreamt about—but she was scared. Telling him her fantasies was definitely moving in the direction she wanted, but that direction was intimidating. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to risk what they had.

“Um, you go first,” Buffy said, rubbing her palms together.

Spike expelled a breath. “Okay, but you have to promise that you’ll tell me one.” Spike shifted in bed next to her.

“I promise.” Buffy looked up again at the ceiling and waited.

“Well, I once had this dream where we were out in the cabin by the lake. I don’t remember what we were talking about or why we were there, but you reached out and kissed me. And then we fell onto the bed, and then, well, you can guess the rest,” Spike mumbled, freaking out about how she might react.

“Will you tell me? The rest, I mean? I think all fantasies have that, and I just wanted to know how you imagined it,” Buffy pushed, unconsciously moving closer to him.

Spike felt her proximity and began clasping the sheet in his hand. “Details, ey? You just want those bloody details, ey luv,” he joked, trying to release some of the tension that had sprung up. “I guess I imagine us on the bed, and you’re on top. We’re kissing, and then you throw off your top and undo my pants, and then you ride me with your head thrown back until we both cum,” he said quickly. He could feel his cock straining against the sheet and precum starting to drip. He willed it to go away, but in the far recesses of his mind he hoped that at least one of his fantasies would come true tonight.

“Oh. Wow. I guess I didn’t—“ Buffy was overwhelmed with confusion at hearing his fantasy. She hadn’t expected him to give so many details, and she hadn’t expected him to say he had fantasized about having sex, maybe kissing or maybe a blow job, but not all out sex—hoped, of course, but she didn’t think he would admit it, and the mutual orgasms were an added bonus. She was so wet with desire that she began shivering.

Spike noticed her shiver and contemplated what to do. Normally, he would have put his arms around her without hesitation. He wanted this to be a normal situation, despite the fact that he had just confessed to a sex dream about her. Normal it is, he repeated to himself. “Cold, luv?” he asked and reached around her to pull her closer to him. He tried not to focus on the heat her body was emanating when their hips touched.

Buffy caught her breath when she felt his arms go around her, and she kept holding it when the rest of their bodies skimmed each other. She was dying to touch him, but she was incredibly apprehensive about how much she should do.

“I believe it’s your turn now,” Spike murmured, running his hand up and down Buffy’s arm. He felt her goosebumps and attempted to calm them, not realizing that he was their source.

“Oh. Well, I had this fantasy. About you.” Buffy hesitated, leaning into his chest in an attempt to hide her face. She placed her palm on his chest and continued. “We’re at the pool in your backyard, and we’re playing around in it. And then you grab me and kiss me.” Her fingers began making circles on his chest, and her breath tickled him. “You kiss me on my neck and—and—in other places, and then suddenly we’re naked.” She heard him breathe in sharply and smiled softly. She continued her artwork on his chest, incorporating more of her nails. “You take me against the wall of the pool, and I can feel the cold water lapping against me. And we move faster and faster, and then I bite you, and then we both cum.” She stopped her artwork and waited to hear his response.

“Buffy,” Spike said, his voice harsh and gravelly. “Luv, do you know what you’re doing to me?” He grabbed her hand to keep it from moving, the delicate touches having driven him crazy for the past minutes. He had nearly cum when she had described biting him, and it had taken all his self-control to keep from touching himself while she spoke.

“The same thing you’re doing to me?” she asked quietly, turning her head to look at him. Her breasts brushed up against his chest in her movement, causing both to gasp. “Spike, do you want me?”

“God, Buffy, I want you so bad it hurts. But you’re my best friend and I love you more than anyone. I don’t want to do something that might hurt us.” Spike looked down into her beautiful hazel eyes, concern clouding his own blue ones.

“How long have you wanted to do this? I mean, you never did before,” Buffy trailed off, looking down at her fingers.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, and I’ve always been attracted to you. The fantasies didn’t start till after we were in college, and then you were always dating someone. I figured you weren’t looking at me like that, or else you’d have said something.” Spike felt a heavy weight lift from his chest, as if this honesty had finally released him from bondage. “What about you?”

“Well, I guess it’s the same for me. I mean, you always had girls around, and I knew I would always have my place with you. I just never realized what that place could be, until we were stuck in a honeymoon suite lying naked together.” She smiled briefly, and then looked him straight in the eyes. “I want this, but not if you don’t, if you’re not willing to see what we might have.”

Spike looked back at her. A moment passed. Then, Spike leaned his head in and kissed her—a soft, full-lipped kiss, tender and giving. Spike threaded his fingers through her hair and breathed heavily. “You are so incredible, Buffy,” he said, his mouth lightly touching her cheek through his words. He caught her lips again, slowly and thoroughly kissing her. His tongue peeked into her mouth, exploring, caressing hers in a slow and sensual ballet.

Buffy moved her hands to cradle his face, stroke his lovely cheekbones, run her fingers through his hair. He moved his hand down her arm and found her breast, her nipple already hardened with desire. He rubbed circles around her breast, eliciting her soft moan into his mouth. He starting kissing her neck, lightly sucking on her earlobe, and then he began moving his body down the bed.

“Wait, where are you going?” she panted, keeping her hands in his hair.

“Shh, luv. Just let it wash over you,” he whispered, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking, nibbling, and then sucking more. He continued laving her breast while his other hand crept down her body and began stroking her thighs. Buffy continued to mew, her body on fire with his ministrations.

Spike kissed her breast, kissed her belly, kissed her navel, kissed that spot right above her hip bone, and then blew lightly against her clit.

“Ohh, Spike,” she breathed, her hips pulsing up to meet his mouth.

Spike spread her thighs apart and kissed her inner thigh, slowly moving towards her wet zone. When she felt like she couldn’t take it any more and wanted to push his face into hers, he licked her opening all the way over her clit.

“Aggghhhh,” she moaned, starting to rub her breasts. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

He began twirling his tongue around her clit, lapping up her juices, and pushing his tongue against her sensitive spot. He spread her wetness around with his finger and then slowly pushed in.

“Ohhhhhh,” she cried, pinching her nipples to increase the sensation. She felt his finger fucking her while his tongue lavished attention on her pulsing nub. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”

Spike loved hearing her moans and breathless exclamations; it amazed him to think that he was the source of all this pleasure. He continued to suck and lick and nip, wanting to push her into ecstasy with his name on her lips.

“Oh god, Spike, let me suck you, please. I want to taste you so bad,” Buffy moaned, trying to move him up her body. “Please, I need something in my mouth.”

“Patience, pet. Patie—“ Spike was cut off by the fingers pulling his hair and hauling him up.

“No, need to taste your cock. Need to feel you suck my tits. Need you now,” Buffy demanded, the rest of her body aching for his touch. She reached out and stroked his shaft before pulling it into her hot mouth.

“Guuuhh, Buffy! Fuck,” Spike roared, the sensations overwhelming him. He angled his body to suck her breasts, squeezing it with his teeth and tickling it with his tongue. His fingers dove into her wetness and began stroking her pussy all the way up to her clit.

She moaned into his body, her throat vibrating against his penis.

He began to stroke faster, hitting her clit in a different way each time her ran his fingers over her slit. Her moan began to come faster, her voice higher.

“Mmm….Ummmm…Uuuhhhh,” she breathed against his cock, her rhythm faltering as she felt her body ascend that delicious orgasmic mountain. She tightened her ass and clenched his fingers in her pussy, driving up those sensations. Her back arched into his hands and then her mouth released his cock.

“UUUuuuunnnnnnggg!” she shrieked, feeling the waves of rapture race and spin through her entire body. “Oh fuck!”she cried, pressing her clit up against his still fingers, trying to make the orgasm last longer as her nub thrummed and pulsed with pleasure. Finally, she relaxed and threw her head back into the pillows, her face and body glistening with sweat.

“Oh my god,” she said again, pushing her hair away from her face.

“Yes, you called?” Spike said cockily. He dodged while she tried to slap his body.

“You just wait, mister,” she said seductively, swiftly turning him onto his back and straddling his body. “I’m gonna make you scream, ride you till you pop like warm champagne, fuck you till your legs can’t move.” She threw her head and whipped him across her chest with her hair.

“Oh god,” Spike breathed, his cocky voice now replaced with a lust-addled voice, and his body bucked up in an attempt to thrust into her.

“Uh uh,” she said teasingly. She grabbed his hands and threw them above his head, her breasts dangling enticingly above his face. “I’m in control now.” She shoved her tit into his face, forcing him to take it in his mouth. Hearing him moan and feeling his cheeks hollow as he latched onto her nipple, she impaled herself on his cock.

“Mmmuuuuhh,” they cried together, both engulfed by the sensation of each other’s hot skin and wetness.

Buffy clenched her pussy, making Spike moan beneath her. The sound spurred her on, and she began undulating her body above his, letting her clit hit his lower curls with each ripple.

“Fuck, Buffy, luv, oh,” Spike babbled, her hot snatch moving up and down his cock. He struggled to move his arms, but she shifted her weight against him, switching the angle of their bodies and riding him hard. He stretched his head towards her and began kissing all the skin that he could reach, his lips searching out her softness.

“Ohh,” she whimpered, loving the feel of his mouth covering her neck and breasts. The intense heat between the two of them deepened; she released his arms and allowed her body to rock with his, her breasts bouncing in the motion. The air cooled her body, and she threw back her hair, feeling his cock push up against her g-spot. “Oh god, yeah,” she breathed.

With his hands suddenly released, he grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder.

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” Buffy chanted, loving the power that was flowing from his firm grasp on her body. “Ohgod—I—Spike—Uuhh,” she yelped, her body knowing how close to bliss she was. She tighted her hold on his rod and shifted into overdrive.

“God, Buffy, oh, fuck, god, come for me, fuck, guuu—“

“Uuuuhhh!” she shrieked as she clenched her body in response to the flood of pleasure whipping through her body.

“Uuuuhhhhhh!” he roared as he felt his cum shoot into her with a final thrust. He held her hips and kept himself deeply embedded in her pussy, her tightness and his length vibrating together. He finally let go, and Buffy slumped her body on top of his, exhausted from the high.

“Fucking incredible,” she murmured into his chest. She heard his excited heart beat slowly return to its normal pace, and it lulled her into a sense of peace.

“You are so amazing. God, Buffy,” Spike whispered, gently stroking her hair.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do his before,” Buffy said. She felt him chuckle underneath her, sending rumblings against her body. “Ooh, do that again.”

He laughed. “You are something else, luv. And you’re all mine,” he said, embracing her tightly.

“Gee, starting with the possessive tendencies already?” she teased. She felt him stiffen slightly.

“Buffy, this—this wasn’t just a quick fuck to me. This is something I’ve dreamt about, and you have, too, if you—“

“Spike, I’m teasing,” Buffy interrupted, not wanting to ruin their newfound pleasure with misunderstandings. “You know I don’t sleep around. I—I love you. Always have. And now, this just makes it complete.” She looked him deeply in the eyes and then gently kissed him.

“I love you so much, Buffy. So much,” he said, kissing her again. “So bloody much it hurts.”

“Me, too,” she said softly, getting more comfortable with those welcome butterflies that were fluttering around her soul at the sound of his voice, his proclamations of love. She snuggled closer to him, waiting for him to relax again. When she didn’t feel the tension dissipate, she tilted her head to look at him, trying to figure out his worries.

“Ah, I see. Don’t worry, I’m still on the pill,” Buffy reassured him.

“How do you do that? We weren’t even talking about that, and yet you know exactly what’s on my mind. Kinda scary,” he said, his eyes wide in wonderment as he gazed at his lover.

“Well, you do the same thing to me, right? What am I thinking of right now,” she asked coyly.

Spike chuckled. “Give me a little more time, luv, and we’ll go bless the shower.”

“Imagine it, baby! Two showerheads!” she cried, giggling at his ability to read her mind.

“Indeed. Don’t worry, pet. We’ve got all the time in the world to act out all your fantasies,” said Spike, hugging her impulsively. He loosened his hold, and they continued to lie in each other’s arms, their exhaustion finally taking hold of them. “All the time in the world,” he murmured, falling asleep at last.

~the end~





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