fic: Where You Belong (1/1)
This was quiet and peace of mind she had rarely experienced of late.
The corner of her lips lifted in a contented smile and she let her eyes fall shut.
She felt herself become suddenly so conscious of her surroundings; her Slayer senses, which she had only ever used to detect demons, now taking in the feel of the setting sun on her skin and the cool water running through her fingers. She inhaled deeply, revelling in the light breeze which flittered through the open door and billowed through her hair. She felt the air dance around her bare ankles and ruffle the fabric of her light, cotton sundress. The dishes she had intended to clean up lay forgotten in the sink as she soaked in the sound of the gentle stream of water.
Each deep breath revived her, pulling her further and further away from the mortal peril of the First and its Bringers and Ubervamps. There were no young Potentials to train and defend, just her and those she loved and whom she was loved by. There was just life and all its wonders and possibilities.
She cupped her hands under the jet of water, feeling the liquid pool against her skin. Letting the water trickle through her fingers, she gathered her blonde locks into a loose ponytail and sighed at the feel of cool water through her hair and against the nape of her neck.
Her shoulders lifted gracefully as she took in another breath and savoured the scent and taste of the evening air.
She took another.
She exhaled sharply with the next, suddenly realising that she was no longer alone. She froze, tensed for just a second before she recognised the approaching footfalls and familiar subtle fragrance of leather and cigarette tobacco. Eyes still closed, she felt herself instantly relax, resuming her pattern of deep and indulgent breaths. She listened carefully for each footstep, feeling the tingle of goose-bumps increase with each one until-
“Buffy.”
His voice brushed over her in a sensual caress, the husky timbre echoing in her ears and making her heartbeat race. She smiled.
“Spike.”
She couldn’t hold in her gasp, her eyes fluttering open at the feel of his gentle touch against her elbow. She felt her skin ignite and she bit her lip in a vain attempt to control the shiver that ran through her body. She lost the rhythm of her breaths as his touch ventured up her arm. She felt him hook his little finger under the spaghetti strap of her dress which had fallen astray. He took another step closer as he righted the strap and pushed her hair across one shoulder.
She didn’t know how long they stood together, her back to his front, his hands resting on her waist, their breathing synchronised. It seemed almost magical, the way their desire built with each breath. Eventually she dropped her head back against his shoulder and she whimpered as she felt his hands bunch the skirt of her dress to expose more of her thighs. She lifted one arm to touch his neck when he dropped a kiss on her temple and his hands roved higher.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “How I’ve missed you.”
His fingertips brushed the waistband of her underwear. She touched his wrist with her free hand, trailing her touch down until her hand rested flush against his. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter as she felt a stinging sensation in the corners of her eyes, turning her head towards his chest. His hand journeyed under the lace fabric, taking hers with him.
“Oh, Spike.”
He shifted his fingers slightly so that each of her digits rested on one of his. Then, ever so slowly, he brushed her pulsing, womanly centre with a tender stroke. He matched her breathy gasp with a rumbling groan as he continued to send her into furthered depths of raging pleasure.
Her body began to rest back heavily on his and her knees were barely able to hold her weight as the waves of her climax welcomed her. Her lips parted and her breaths grew raspier, her chest heaved.
“Open your eyes, luv. Watch....” He swallowed hard and touched his lips to the shell of her ear. “See the light.”
Clinging onto any semblance of cognitive thought, she did as he requested and gasped at the rich orange and purple view of the setting sun. She let out a heady moan then whimpered as she felt a tear streak down her cheek.
“Watch the light...watch the sun...where you belong.”
“Spi-ohh!” Her hips bucked and her hand pressed his tightly against her pleasure spot as her whole being exploded in fiery passion. Still he whispered for her to watch the sunlight, to watch where she belonged.
“Watch, Buffy...where you belong.” Over and over, he murmured the words.
Crying out his name, her climaxed crested and she pulled every ounce of effort to turn away from the window and its breath-taking view to watch him; to watch Spike, where she belonged.
Fin~