Chapter 7
Her breathing was almost
even again. Spike wondered if she was going to ever say anything. The only
thing he had to gauge her change of heart was that Buffy was snuggled into his
side. Her fingers were drawing lazy circles on his chest, drifting lightly over
his nipples then moved to tousle the few curls dusted around them. It seemed
she was lost in thought while she did it though. He refused to believe that she
regretted them making love. After all she was the one who instigated it.
Besides she’d enjoyed it. He remembered with pride the way she’d clutched at
him and the moans that had filled his ears.
Yes, they were good
together. Really good.
Buffy yawned, settling
closer to him.
Spike wanted to thank her
for letting him make love to her, but it didn’t feel right. No words seemed
right. The unease churned through him causing him to clench his fists without
thought.
“You okay?” Buffy asked,
covering his hand with her own. She looked up at him, letting him see the
uncertainty in her own eyes.
He relaxed at the concern
she showed him. Maybe she was just as unsure of what to say as he was. It made
him feel a little more at ease.
“Wonderful,” Spike answered,
brushing her hair away from her face. He let his fingers drift along her chin
then across her lips. “You were…amazing.”
The blush that crept over
her cheeks made him smile. Her beauty had thrilled him before but now the well-loved
look made her the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. The love he felt for her
filled him like nothing ever had. If only he was brave enough to tell her.
“You were kind of amazing
yourself,” Buffy offered, with a grin. Her eyes were filled with a bit of a
dazed expression that he could only describe as the look of a woman that was
completely satisfied. He kissed the tip of her nose.
“I guess we could say that
we’re amazing together,” Spike said, hoping that she wouldn’t contradict him.
“Guess so,” Buffy replied,
her finger circling his nipple. “Spike?”
“Yeah, pet?”
“Do you like using
those…things?” She waved toward the trunk that all the toys were stored in.
“Why?”
She shrugged, and looked
away from him. “I want to please you.”
“You did,” Spike reassured
her quickly, and then he tilted her chin up so that she was looking at him.
“I’ve been around for a long time, Buffy, and yes, some of those ‘things’ can
make sex even better. But they’re not necessary and no, I would never expect
you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”
“Oh,” Buffy replied, she bit
the tip of his finger that had been holding her. “They just don’t seem very…,”
she closed her eyes, “romantic.”
Squeezing her tight against
him, Spike tried to figure out exactly what to tell her. Was she trying to
figure out what he wanted from her? He just shook his head. All he wanted to do
was feel. If this was going to be gone soon then he
wanted every memory that he could get.
“Some of them are and some
of them aren’t,” he finally said.
“Oh,” Buffy said, settling
against him again with a sigh.
“Like that thing you killed
was definitely not romantic,” Spike explained, not wanting to let it go for
some reason.
“That was ugly,” Buffy said,
with a giggle. “It deserved to be slayed.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Spike
replied, uncertain where to go from there. Maybe he should just drop it. He
wanted to offer to show her some things. Teach her things that obviously the
poof and Captain Cardboard hadn’t bothered to do. He couldn’t imagine that the
boy wonder had been very good in bed. Probably was all military about that too.
But then he didn’t want her to feel that she wasn’t good enough all on her own
because she was. She was perfection.
“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
It seemed they were back to
the beginning of the conversation.
“Nothing,” Buffy said.
“Maybe we need to get some sleep.”
“Maybe,” he bit his tongue
to keep from offering, but it didn’t work. “Do you want me to see if there’s
anything you’d like in the box of magic tricks?”
Their eyes met as they each
tried to assess where they wanted to go with this. Buffy searched his face as
if she was looking for an answer that she was unwilling to ask the question
for, but finally she nodded her head. It seemed their magical castle was taking
away all their inhibitions regarding where they stood in each other’s lives.
They seemed free to be able to indulge the fantasies they’d been having about
the other.
Spike was still smiling as
he crawled down the bed to rummage through the trunk. He really hoped that Anya
had a few romantic ideas about sex play. Otherwise he was going to be in
trouble or at least disappointed when he had nothing to show Buffy. He lay down on his stomach as he pulled items
out. He wanted something that would take Buffy to new heights but in a way that
would make her feel loved. One item he tucked under the sheet for a possibility
of later but it wasn’t quite what he was looking for.
“Aha,” Spike said, as he
found what he wanted. He pulled it out before rolling over and almost bumped
noses with Buffy. She was sitting up, waiting to see what he found. The sheet
was bunched around her waist and it took him a moment to pry his eyes from the
vision of her breasts. He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to being her lover
and given the gift of being able to see her beauty. Not after all this time
with only his shrine to drool over. He licked his lips and placed his bounty in
her lap.
Buffy ran her hand over the
feathers then picked up the small container of powder. “What do you do with
this?” Her nose scrunched up while she looked for directions.
“Give them to me and I’ll
show you,” Spike said, holding his hand out. She smiled at him then gave them
back.
“What do I do?”
“Lie back.”
“It’s a powder that you put
on with the tickler,” Spike explained, scooting up on the bed. He opened it and
dipped his finger in it before holding it up to her lips. “It’s edible…taste.”
Her tongue darted out to lick it off.
“It’s sweet. Kind of like
sugar.”
“Yep,” Spike smiled down at
her. He brushed the tickler through the powder then ran it across her belly
where he knew she was ticklish. She giggled. “Hold still.” With soft strokes he
brushed the powder over the velvet softness of her skin. The powder made her
shimmer in the candlelight transforming her into the mystical creature she
really was. He trailed it over her breasts, watching as her nipples pucker up as
they begged for his attention.
He abandoned them to run the
feathers along her thighs upwards over her belly again. Buffy was writhing by
now. Her breath coming in short pants as she tried to lie still for him. She
was losing the battle though. He leaned down to lick some of the powder off the
underneath of her breast. Buffy arched up, entwining his hair around her
fingers to hold him to her.
“Ouch,” he replied with a
laugh.
“Oh, did I hurt you?” Buffy
asked, using her hand to turn his face to her.
“No, not really,” he replied
with a smile.
“Oh you pig,” Buffy laughed,
pushing him away from her. They tussled for a few moments as they tried to pin
the other. He let her have her way as she pushed him onto his back and
straddled him across his stomach with his hands pinned above his head. “Surrender to me,” Buffy intoned with a grin.
It was a dream come true for
him even if she wasn’t sure of the consequences of her words. Buffy sat up,
letting her fingers trail down his chest, but he left his hands over his head.
“I’m yours to do with as you
want,” Spike said, winking up at her and clasping his hands under the pillow to
simulate his captivity to her whims.
“Yeah,
mister?” Buffy asked, reaching
for the tickler and the powder. She shook the feathers menacingly above his
face. “You better be a good boy or I’m going to have to torture you.”
“I’m always a bad boy,”
Spike said, hoping she wouldn’t stop. “But you can’t do anything to me because
I’m not ticklish.”
Her eyes lit up with the
idea of teasing him. Buffy tapped the end of the tickler against her chin as if
she was thinking about what to do. “Hmm, I wonder if you are ticklish and just
don’t want me to know.”
“Would I lie to you?”
“I’m always ticklish along
my ribcage,” Buffy said, drawing the feathers lightly down his side.
It took everything Spike had
not to respond to the feathers but somehow he held on. He watched as she drew
it along his stomach then when he still didn’t respond she dipped the feathers
into the powder again.
“Turn over,” Buffy said,
shaking her finger down at him.
He didn’t move just to see
what she would do. She slapped his hip barely stinging him. “Move it.”
He rolled over and nearly
jumped out of his skin when he felt her tongue run along his spine.
“Liked that didn’t you?”
Buffy whispered in his ear. “Do you like this?”
Feathers were brushing along
his spine in downward strokes making him quiver with the need to push them
away. Buffy learned quickly as she brought them back along his ribcage. His
body trembled in response to the strokes she administered along his body. He
could hear her breathing speed up and the wetness drip from her pussy onto the
back of his thighs as she freely explored his body.
“Buffy,” Spike groaned as
her fingertips replaced the soft caress of the feathers. She kneaded his
shoulders followed by the tender touch of her lips. Somehow he was the lucky
recipient of a woman discovering the full extent of her sexuality. It added to
his already heightened need for her. Spike turned beneath her so that he was
facing her. A flush covered her face with eyes that were bright with her own
desire. “Yes, I like this…your touch on me.”
Buffy
leaned down to kiss him, her nipples caressing his chest with their puckered
tips. His hands tangled in her hair holding onto her kiss as long as possible.
Their tongues mingled together as she straightened out on him, covering him
completely with the satiny feel of her body. He let his fingers drift along her
back to cup her ass. She moaned into his mouth, and then lifted up on her hands
to smile down at him.
“I
like your touch, too,” she whispered, rubbing her nose against his.
“Better than the feathers?” He teased.
“Yes,
better than the feathers,” Buffy replied.
Spike
flipped them over so she was beneath him again. Her legs spread out on either
side of him driving his cock closer to the sweet junction of her thighs. He
ground down on her without attempting entry.
“Ouch,”
Buffy cried out. Her hand fished beneath her body until she found something.
Her nose scrunched up as she pulled the small tin out. “What is this?”
“Trust
me?” Spike asked, taking it from her.
“Yeah,”
Buffy said, staring up into his eyes with only the barest of hesitations.
“It’s going to make you feel
better than you ever have before,” Spike promised. He slipped back on his
knees. His hands slid up her inner thighs until she was spread wide beneath
him. He glanced up at her but she was only looking at him in curiosity. It made
him feel safe as he massaged the balm over her clit and the sensitive insides
of her nether lips. He smiled up at her. “Hold on, Luv.”
Spike kissed the top of her
small mound while he pulled her legs apart. He darted his tongue in to flick at
her hardened nub. She moaned, spreading her legs even further. It was all the
encouragement he needed as he pressed his face closer to her. His tongue traced
the places where she would be most sensitive from the balm. She quivered. He
played her, waiting for the small noises she made so that he knew where the
best place was to drive her crazy. She held his curls in a tight grip as he
sucked on her clit. He pushed his fingers inside of her, thrusting in time to
what his tongue was doing.
“Oh, god, Spike,” Buffy
cried on the crest of her orgasm. “Yes, Spike, don’t stop…Spike.”
She fell back into the bed,
holding her arms out to wrap around him when he covered her.
“Hmm, did you like that,
pet?”
“Yes,” Buffy whispered,
nuzzling his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting him into her
again. “You make me feel more than I ever have before,” She confessed as she
rocked up to meet his thrust.
This was more than he had
ever felt before and he did everything he could think of to make it special for
her. They tightly held onto each other as they met each other, thrust for
thrust. Buffy came again with a soft sigh then he followed only a moment later.
He didn’t move this time. He didn’t want to break whatever this spell was
between them. Still holding onto him, Buffy slipped away to sleep and it was
only then that he finally relaxed enough to follow her.
to be continued…