God it was hot in here.
Buffy pushed the cover away, feeling uncomfortable. She was too warm, and feeling a sense of restlessness. She needed to get up and get some water. Fresh water. No, she needed a nice refreshing bath. Mm, not possible, it was the middle of the night. And she was sure there were at least two or three potentials sleeping there now.
In fact, what she really was longing to were soft, cool and caressing hands…just like the ones that were climbing slowly on her legs.
Startled, she raised her head. Strangely, it was totally dark in the room, when usually it was slightly illuminated by the lamppost on the street. And even more strangely, she could have sworn she had put on her pyjamas before going to bed.
But now she was naked, lying helpless under the sweet ministrations of those hands. Not that she would complain about it. There was something familiar about them. And the feelings they awoke…definitely of the good.
With a sigh, she put her head back on the pillow while the hands were progressing towards her thighs, resting there for a torturing moment, but not going where she wished they would go. She moaned slightly. The hands went further up, wandering on her belly, and reaching her breast, stroking them softly. A sigh of pleasure escaped from her lips.
And she had thought she was hot before. Now she was burning.
When a cool body came to lay on top of hers, the sensation almost drove her crazy.
And when experts fingers slowly started to caress her most sensitive parts, she would have awaken the whole house if not for the ravaging mouth that covers hers and muffled her cries. She still couldn’t see the man, but she knew. She would recognise the touch of his hand amongst thousands other men.
“Spike…” she whispered, feeling like floating, forgetting about everything that wasn’t him and her. She pulled her to him, giving back kiss for kiss, caress for caress while he made love to her. How could she have stayed that long without touching him? His scent, the contours of his lean muscular body… it felt like being back in Heaven, only ten times better.
“I love you,” a voice murmured, but she couldn’t tell if it was his or hers. She didn’t care. The world could end tomorrow, but she couldn't care less. She was with him and it was all that mattered.
She woke up with a gasp.
She was alone in her bed. It had all been another dream.
(^..^)
Spike didn’t know what to do. He hoped that Buffy wouldn’t catch him. He was in her room. He had a good reason though. He had a craving that he just couldn’t get ride of. And the only thing that could make that craving go away was in Buffy’s room.
He had to read that book again. “The Stand” by Steven King was his favorite book, and it was Buffy that had it. He thought he knew where she had put it, but it wasn’t on the bookshelf. He looked around the room and spotted it on her bedside table. He quietly walked over to the side of her bed and watched her for a moment. She looked to peaceful laying there sleeping. He was about to reach for the book on her nightstand when he heard her whisper, but it sounded more like a moan.
“Spike,” was the only word that came from her lips.
Spike froze, scared that she had caught him in the act of stealing her favorite book. He took a glance at her and was relieved when he saw that she was still asleep. Her whispering his name intrigued him, but he didn’t feel like loosing his head tonight. He grabbed the book and walked quietly to the door.
As Spike reached the door, he heard Buffy whisper again, “I love you.” She said.
(^..^)
The Next Morning: Summers Home Kitchen
Spike sat on a stool on the island in the kitchen sipping at his blood when he heard Buffy enter the room.
“Spike,” Buffy said. “Have you seen my book?”
“Which one?”
“‘The Stand’. I could have sworn that I put it on my night stand last night.”
“Oh, yeah, I took it.” Spike got up off the stool and headed towards the basement.
“Last night?” Buffy was now worried. She knew that she sometimes talk in her sleep, and he had been in her room. She hoped that last night she didn’t say anything. “You where in my room last night?”
“Yeah,” Spike turned towards Buffy. “I was bored and I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t think you would mind.”
“Mind? Why wouldn’t I mind? You can borrow my favorite book anytime.”
“Your favorite book?”
“Yeah. There’s just something about it that I love. Maybe it’s the whole end-of-the-world thing.”
Spike smiled at Buffy. She could be so amazing and surprising sometimes. “All go get it for you.”
“Thank you,” Buffy said returning his smile.
Before Spike could turn around he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
“Spike!” He heard Buffy scream his name.
Spike fell to his knees. He looked down at his chest and saw the source of his pain. A stake was sticking out of his chest.
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