What They Deserve Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Love Connection
Author: UncagedMuse a.k.a. raemcn
Pairing: S/B
Rating: NC17 later
Timeline: Post NFA and then back to season 5 of BTVS
Summary: Everyone finally gets what they deserve.
Warning: Lots of Fluff!
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to Joss Whedon.
A/N: I don’t know if any of you have noticed, but there is a common theme to the titles of every chapter. Do you know what it is?
Special thanks to my beta Spikeslovebite a.k.a. Tam.
Chapter 9
Love Connection
Spike’s abdomen rippled as a half snarl, half whimper breached the silence of the night air. “Oh, Buffy, such hot little hands,” fell from his lips in praise as the Slayer, ever so slowly, lifted his black tee shirt inch by agonizing inch.
She couldn’t get enough of him. His pale complexion-a stark contrast to the black silk sheets of his bed beneath-made her breath catch in her throat. The sensation of hard muscle below cool, soft skin as she ran her fingers over his form caused silent tears of joy.
He was beautiful.
For a few hours the evening before Buffy believed she would never have this again; the love and trust of Spike. The vampire had been so adamant that she was under the spell of D’Hoffryn, even after her long history lesson, that they’d spent the morning with Anya doing a weird dancing chant (hop on one foot with her right pinky finger in her ear while waving her left arm) that the slayer began to believe nothing short of their original love/hate relationship relived would ever convince him otherwise. That is until the ex-vengeance demon finished getting chanty with it and Spike scooped her up, twirling her around, before grabbing her face in both hands and kissing her thoroughly.
Now, looking at the reverence shining from his eyes, Buffy couldn’t stop herself. “I love you.”
Instantly, strong arms banded about her waist, bringing her body flush with his as Spike’s lips attacked hers with pent up passion. His hands became a whirl wind, with Buffy unable to predict what bit of her flesh he would touch, caress, grasp, or pinch next.
She’d never seen him this out of control. Then she knew why; they’d never made love before. She’d fucked him, used him to fill a void, but never once had she made love to him…Even if he had been making love to her.
Over the roar of rushing blood in her veins she realized he was speaking in that low, sultry voice she’d missed so much. It was a mix between loving worship and naughty praise.
“Buffy, Buffy, say it again,” Spike begged, biting her throat with blunt teeth, nibbling his way to her jaw and thrusting his hard, denim clad cock against her. “Wan’ to hear the words, sweetling. Then I’ll suck on those pretty little titties and lap the cream from that delectable little quim. Fuck…wanna taste you so bad, kitten.”
“Spike,” Buffy moaned as her brain short-circuited with ecstasy. “Love you…need you.”
Her hands began shredding any and all clothing keeping her from Spike’s perfection. She needed to feel his flesh against hers more than she needed air to breathe.
Buffy had no idea when Spike had removed her clothing, or if it would be wearable again, but she had never felt anything like this before. Not in heaven or on earth.
Suddenly, they were skin to skin, meshing, melding into each other. Writhing in pleasure, Buffy finally understood who and what she was; Slayer and girl made to love and be loved by this vampire who was also a man.
“Love you…my gorgeous girl,” Spike whispered fervently as he completed part of his promise drawing her taut nipple into his mouth, nipping and suckling as if his very survival depended upon it.
The wanton, needy voice coming from his golden goddess penetrated Spike’s mind sending him reeling and making him shake with her ardor. It was the most resplendent words he’d ever heard directed toward him.
“Yes Spike…so good…need you to taste…touch. Want to feel you filling me. Need it. Need you,” Buffy murmured, barely coherent.
Her mindless babbling pushed him over the edge. One smooth stroke sent him to paradise and his roar of satisfaction shook the walls.
Spike stilled, immediately aware of the hot, tight, and oh so wet environment his cock was encased in. Then he began to worry. Did he hurt her? Would she be angry with him for such an abrupt intrusion? Until he felt the vice-like grip she had on him and heard her chanting his name.
“Buffy…bloody hell, that’s good…so good,” he groaned as he began slowly sliding in and out of her heated depths. “You like that, kitten? ‘S it good, sweetling?”
“Spike, Spike, Spike,” Buffy mewled. “So good…perfect.” The slow slip and slide of his body felt magnificent, but soon she realized it wasn’t enough. The Slayer within needed more to reassure her that her soulmate had truly been returned and decided to take control of their lovemaking.
Flipping positions while keeping him firmly ensconced inside her, the Slayer slammed her hips down, burying his dick to the hilt. Grinding their lower bodies together sent waves of pleasure coursing up her spine as she clasped both of Spike’s wrists in one hand, forcing them above his head.
The vampire’s true face burst forth in recognition of the ancient mating ritual as a low rumble built in his chest, but stayed pliant beneath his girl. Then the Slayer’s internal muscles grew tighter as she began riding him at a gallop. They continued constricting until Spike was positive the skin of his cock would soon be flayed with the most glorious pleasure pain he’d ever experienced.
Wrenching his hands free, he grasped her hips in a bruising grip and howled, “Ride me harder. Knew you’d be a wild cat. Come on, Slayer,” Spike forcefully thrust up on her down stroke. “Make it hurt…so good.”
Buffy the girl was happily in the backseat as the Slayer took over, knowing full well what the archaic entity was trying to achieve while driving the couple closer to euphoria with each boisterous bounce and grind. The Slayer was single minded in her attempt to bring her other half excruciating bliss in order to exact his agreement to mating. Self-gratification was second to the permanent bonding she had enacted. The crescendo of impetuous bodies struggling and striving against each other was an added bonus.
“My one, my love by blood,” Buffy cried, falling forward and sinking her teeth into the juncture of soft skin between his neck and shoulder. The Slayer had always wanted her mark on Spike to be visible. She wanted not only her vampire, but the world to know he was her soulmate.
“Yours by love and blood,” Spike shouted his exaltation as his cock erupted in the heated core of his Slayer. Sharp fangs burst through the supple flesh of Buffy’s neck, causing her to shake and a guttural moan to build as she catapulted over the edge of bliss.
As Buffy’s frenzied screams splintered the night air and the scent of their blended completion filled his nose, Spike wanted nothing more than to sample the flavor of their lovemaking. As his Slayer lay limply beneath him, recovering, he slid from her welcoming depths and down her body to nuzzle the curls between her thighs. Inhaling deeply, he began to purr as he moved lower, nudging her clit with his nose and lapping their cum from her outer lips before plunging his tongue into her quivering pussy.
He was an instant addict and went at her like the demon he was, a growl rumbling from his throat. Spike slipped both hands under her as Buffy thrashed in renewed pleasure, grasping her butt and lifting her into his questing mouth. This was nirvana; his girl writhing and shouting his name as he sucked up every drop of her ambrosia.
With reawakened passion, the young woman’s body contorted, hands grasping her lover’s hair and riding wave after wave of rapture. Suddenly, sharp teeth embedded themselves in her mound and sent Buffy flying to heights previously unknown.
“Oh…oh, Spike…love you…only you,” she howled as the most devastating orgasm swept her away like a tsunami, pulling her out to sea as the world went black.
Spike moved up the bed, being careful of Buffy’s passed out state, with an arrogant smirk firmly in place. He, William the Bloody, made the best Slayer known to man black out from ecstasy.
Stroking her hair away from her sweat slicked brow, he pressed a loving kiss to her forehead as he wrapped her in his arms. It dawned on Spike that she was his…for eternity. She’d bound their beings together forever. As his heart leapt with joy he noticed Buffy slowly stirring toward wakefulness.
“There’s my girl,” he whispered with a goofy smile on his face.
“Wowey, wow, with the wow,” Buffy murmured, grinning while she looked into the loving eyes before her. “That was just…wow.”
“Yeah?” Spike questioned and watched as the girl nodded and yawned. “I love you, kitten. Will love you forever. Never had this before. Nev…never knew it could be like this. You, Buffy…there are no words,” he choked up.
“Spike, I never had this before either. You are the only man who ever loved me no matter what. You love every bit of me, girl and slayer, and I will love you always. Never let you go,” Buffy answered, before yawning once again as her eyes drooped. “Sleep now. Show you again how much later.”
Pulling her tight against his body, Spike nuzzled her hair and pulled the blankets over them, cocooning them in warmth, “Get some rest, pet. Love you.”
TBC in Epilogue
Love Connection
Author: UncagedMuse a.k.a. raemcn
Pairing: S/B
Rating: NC17 later
Timeline: Post NFA and then back to season 5 of BTVS
Summary: Everyone finally gets what they deserve.
Warning: Lots of Fluff!
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to Joss Whedon.
A/N: I don’t know if any of you have noticed, but there is a common theme to the titles of every chapter. Do you know what it is?
Special thanks to my beta Spikeslovebite a.k.a. Tam.
Chapter 9
Love Connection
Spike’s abdomen rippled as a half snarl, half whimper breached the silence of the night air. “Oh, Buffy, such hot little hands,” fell from his lips in praise as the Slayer, ever so slowly, lifted his black tee shirt inch by agonizing inch.
She couldn’t get enough of him. His pale complexion-a stark contrast to the black silk sheets of his bed beneath-made her breath catch in her throat. The sensation of hard muscle below cool, soft skin as she ran her fingers over his form caused silent tears of joy.
He was beautiful.
For a few hours the evening before Buffy believed she would never have this again; the love and trust of Spike. The vampire had been so adamant that she was under the spell of D’Hoffryn, even after her long history lesson, that they’d spent the morning with Anya doing a weird dancing chant (hop on one foot with her right pinky finger in her ear while waving her left arm) that the slayer began to believe nothing short of their original love/hate relationship relived would ever convince him otherwise. That is until the ex-vengeance demon finished getting chanty with it and Spike scooped her up, twirling her around, before grabbing her face in both hands and kissing her thoroughly.
Now, looking at the reverence shining from his eyes, Buffy couldn’t stop herself. “I love you.”
Instantly, strong arms banded about her waist, bringing her body flush with his as Spike’s lips attacked hers with pent up passion. His hands became a whirl wind, with Buffy unable to predict what bit of her flesh he would touch, caress, grasp, or pinch next.
She’d never seen him this out of control. Then she knew why; they’d never made love before. She’d fucked him, used him to fill a void, but never once had she made love to him…Even if he had been making love to her.
Over the roar of rushing blood in her veins she realized he was speaking in that low, sultry voice she’d missed so much. It was a mix between loving worship and naughty praise.
“Buffy, Buffy, say it again,” Spike begged, biting her throat with blunt teeth, nibbling his way to her jaw and thrusting his hard, denim clad cock against her. “Wan’ to hear the words, sweetling. Then I’ll suck on those pretty little titties and lap the cream from that delectable little quim. Fuck…wanna taste you so bad, kitten.”
“Spike,” Buffy moaned as her brain short-circuited with ecstasy. “Love you…need you.”
Her hands began shredding any and all clothing keeping her from Spike’s perfection. She needed to feel his flesh against hers more than she needed air to breathe.
Buffy had no idea when Spike had removed her clothing, or if it would be wearable again, but she had never felt anything like this before. Not in heaven or on earth.
Suddenly, they were skin to skin, meshing, melding into each other. Writhing in pleasure, Buffy finally understood who and what she was; Slayer and girl made to love and be loved by this vampire who was also a man.
“Love you…my gorgeous girl,” Spike whispered fervently as he completed part of his promise drawing her taut nipple into his mouth, nipping and suckling as if his very survival depended upon it.
The wanton, needy voice coming from his golden goddess penetrated Spike’s mind sending him reeling and making him shake with her ardor. It was the most resplendent words he’d ever heard directed toward him.
“Yes Spike…so good…need you to taste…touch. Want to feel you filling me. Need it. Need you,” Buffy murmured, barely coherent.
Her mindless babbling pushed him over the edge. One smooth stroke sent him to paradise and his roar of satisfaction shook the walls.
Spike stilled, immediately aware of the hot, tight, and oh so wet environment his cock was encased in. Then he began to worry. Did he hurt her? Would she be angry with him for such an abrupt intrusion? Until he felt the vice-like grip she had on him and heard her chanting his name.
“Buffy…bloody hell, that’s good…so good,” he groaned as he began slowly sliding in and out of her heated depths. “You like that, kitten? ‘S it good, sweetling?”
“Spike, Spike, Spike,” Buffy mewled. “So good…perfect.” The slow slip and slide of his body felt magnificent, but soon she realized it wasn’t enough. The Slayer within needed more to reassure her that her soulmate had truly been returned and decided to take control of their lovemaking.
Flipping positions while keeping him firmly ensconced inside her, the Slayer slammed her hips down, burying his dick to the hilt. Grinding their lower bodies together sent waves of pleasure coursing up her spine as she clasped both of Spike’s wrists in one hand, forcing them above his head.
The vampire’s true face burst forth in recognition of the ancient mating ritual as a low rumble built in his chest, but stayed pliant beneath his girl. Then the Slayer’s internal muscles grew tighter as she began riding him at a gallop. They continued constricting until Spike was positive the skin of his cock would soon be flayed with the most glorious pleasure pain he’d ever experienced.
Wrenching his hands free, he grasped her hips in a bruising grip and howled, “Ride me harder. Knew you’d be a wild cat. Come on, Slayer,” Spike forcefully thrust up on her down stroke. “Make it hurt…so good.”
Buffy the girl was happily in the backseat as the Slayer took over, knowing full well what the archaic entity was trying to achieve while driving the couple closer to euphoria with each boisterous bounce and grind. The Slayer was single minded in her attempt to bring her other half excruciating bliss in order to exact his agreement to mating. Self-gratification was second to the permanent bonding she had enacted. The crescendo of impetuous bodies struggling and striving against each other was an added bonus.
“My one, my love by blood,” Buffy cried, falling forward and sinking her teeth into the juncture of soft skin between his neck and shoulder. The Slayer had always wanted her mark on Spike to be visible. She wanted not only her vampire, but the world to know he was her soulmate.
“Yours by love and blood,” Spike shouted his exaltation as his cock erupted in the heated core of his Slayer. Sharp fangs burst through the supple flesh of Buffy’s neck, causing her to shake and a guttural moan to build as she catapulted over the edge of bliss.
As Buffy’s frenzied screams splintered the night air and the scent of their blended completion filled his nose, Spike wanted nothing more than to sample the flavor of their lovemaking. As his Slayer lay limply beneath him, recovering, he slid from her welcoming depths and down her body to nuzzle the curls between her thighs. Inhaling deeply, he began to purr as he moved lower, nudging her clit with his nose and lapping their cum from her outer lips before plunging his tongue into her quivering pussy.
He was an instant addict and went at her like the demon he was, a growl rumbling from his throat. Spike slipped both hands under her as Buffy thrashed in renewed pleasure, grasping her butt and lifting her into his questing mouth. This was nirvana; his girl writhing and shouting his name as he sucked up every drop of her ambrosia.
With reawakened passion, the young woman’s body contorted, hands grasping her lover’s hair and riding wave after wave of rapture. Suddenly, sharp teeth embedded themselves in her mound and sent Buffy flying to heights previously unknown.
“Oh…oh, Spike…love you…only you,” she howled as the most devastating orgasm swept her away like a tsunami, pulling her out to sea as the world went black.
Spike moved up the bed, being careful of Buffy’s passed out state, with an arrogant smirk firmly in place. He, William the Bloody, made the best Slayer known to man black out from ecstasy.
Stroking her hair away from her sweat slicked brow, he pressed a loving kiss to her forehead as he wrapped her in his arms. It dawned on Spike that she was his…for eternity. She’d bound their beings together forever. As his heart leapt with joy he noticed Buffy slowly stirring toward wakefulness.
“There’s my girl,” he whispered with a goofy smile on his face.
“Wowey, wow, with the wow,” Buffy murmured, grinning while she looked into the loving eyes before her. “That was just…wow.”
“Yeah?” Spike questioned and watched as the girl nodded and yawned. “I love you, kitten. Will love you forever. Never had this before. Nev…never knew it could be like this. You, Buffy…there are no words,” he choked up.
“Spike, I never had this before either. You are the only man who ever loved me no matter what. You love every bit of me, girl and slayer, and I will love you always. Never let you go,” Buffy answered, before yawning once again as her eyes drooped. “Sleep now. Show you again how much later.”
Pulling her tight against his body, Spike nuzzled her hair and pulled the blankets over them, cocooning them in warmth, “Get some rest, pet. Love you.”
TBC in Epilogue