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Title:"From the Heart Down"( aka. "Once More with Angst and Beer")
Summary: Basically, a sequel to "Mostly Harmless"
Warning: Well, if you survived the first one, you'll probably be okay with this one.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Tara (Spike/Harmony implied)
Spoilers: Through "Wrecked"
Author: Dear Cheetoh Breath
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimers: These characters belong to the wonderful people of Mutant Enemy, not me, and I only hope they don't mind me borrowing them, though if they do, I will accept spankings as an acceptable form of punishment.
Thanks to my wonderful beta readers: Lovesbitca, Michelle G., C. Romer, Moondoggie229 (aka. justagirl) and the person who mistook this for a "Degrassi High" fanfic.
Feedback: Oh please, yes. Send it to the address above.
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive.
�Cold Fish." For some unknowable reason, Willie had decided to install a machine that claimed to able to tell what type of lover a person was from the insertion of a quarter and placement of hands on a joystick. It was something to do. A way of spending a few minutes. And it let him think of those lucky people who would passionately argue against those results.
Spike had preferred the fortune teller machine that had once occupied that corner. He remembered a night, what, two years before, when he�d seen a young woman pumping that contraption full of coins and cursing the results each time. From that vantage point he�d lost any respect he might have had for her intelligence, but acquired some for her ass. Later that night, over her blood and Zima, she�d told him her long and anguished story. The poor thing�d been sired and dumped within an evening and then left to figure out the undead life on her own. Pathetic, really.
After a few nights of drinks that gave a bad name to fermentation, (Spike hoped some day to personally remove the spine of whomever had invented the concoction called a �pink squirrel," he�d gained new appreciation for the aforementioned ass in the alley behind Willie�s, and for some reason that came with a blond girl who treated him like pornographic messiah - not that he minded - he happened to like that in a girl.
It hadn�t lasted, of course. Harmony�d developed her own notions of love and relationships and what she was entitled to and began the process of leaving him. He did end up missing her, but only in the way one might miss a lost lighter or remote control.
So now he was back in Willie�s, damning his stomach with a combination of blood and bitters. Just hours before Buffy had told him yet again to leave her alone, and this time made noises about having a disinvite done. That spell�d been done so many times that odds were any of the scoobs could do it with a combination of the stuff in their spice racks and under their sinks. He was thinking of his difficult courtship with the slayer as being like trying to lure some highly skittish prey - had to tempt just so, reward just so, move just slow enough to separate them from the pack, and then get them skipping happily into the chains. He took the spell as a sign that it was one of those times to slow a bit, which meant he was stuck with himself, a person he�d never recommend to anyone as company. Unless...
Less than a week before he�d been at Buffy�s house, hoping for another round of fucking or fighting, or most hopefully, both. He�d just found the stuttering scoob baby-sitting Dawn while the other two were out fighting evil or being evil - but mostly not being there. The chip had forced him to rely on his verbal assault skills only, but to his pleasant surprise his opening salvos had resulted in him getting to know the blond on much closer terms than before, close enough that he could still easily remember the way every enticing inch of her felt under his fingers. He figured she�d still be avoiding Willow, so he probably wouldn�t find her at the Summers' house that night.... He gulped the last of his drink and only briefly wondered why he suddenly thought finding the beta wicca was a good idea.
It had been easier to find Tara than he�d expected. She had left a phone number with Dawn that turned out to be a Sunnydale University sorority house. The girls at home had been more than happy to invite him in and offered him a large number of inedible snack foods like fat-free crackers and carrot sticks as they tried to hide their stares.
However once he said Tara�s name, they seemed to like him a little less, and the one with the sibilant s�s informed him that she was upstairs and that they didn�t think she was going to fit in at all since tonight would be the second frat party that she had skipped. He filed that information away in the back of his head, just behind all the horrible and amusing facts he�d learned about Xander during his time in the basement.
Upstairs he saw Tara humming to herself as she watered the plants in a bedroom, the garishly decorated door left wide open. All his hopes for a great entrance were dashed when he encountered the traditional barrier - he�d forgotten that in a place like this, each room would probably be considered a separate dwelling. However from his vantage point on the hallway floor he was able to get a good long look at the startled wiccan, clad in only a now-wet t-shirt and jeans as she stared at him.
�Didn�t really see you as the sorority type," he said trying to keep his eyes on her face as he got back up on his feet, thankful that he�d been moving too slowly to get thrown against the wall as often happened.
�No, I�m not really....they had a Take Back the Night march last semester, and now they�ve got so few members left that they�re taking anyone who shows up," Tara replied as she finished her task. She struggled to simultaneously hold the watering can without spilling any more of its contents and cross her arms in front of her chest.
�So are you going to invite me in?" he asked, leaning slightly forward, braced on the door frame.
�Oh...um, it�s not my room, so I c-can�t invite you in. It�s Vivian�s, - I�m trying to save at least one of her fuchsias. Actually, that�s probably better," she said reflectively, wondering why he�d shown up again. The memory of the last time they�d been alone together could still make her blush, and had her briefly wondering if at any moment she might be besieged by militant lesbians demanding her birkenstocks, and she worried a bit that she didn�t happen to own any birkenstock shoes. Bringing her mind back to the awkward situation at hand, she tried for her own version of Willow�s resolve face as she informed Spike, �I don�t know why you�re here, but if you found the address, you can find my phone number, and then you can call me if there�s an emergency, or something happens with Dawn."
�You�re being strangely stand-offish. As I remember you were a more than willing participant that night," Spike chided, catching the smell of mead�s modern cousin on her breath.
�So that�s why you�re here," Tara said, part disgusted, part intrigued.
�Nooo," he exhaled. �Truth? I was hoping you could work some wiccan mojo and finally make me into a real live boy," he answered sarcastically.
�You�ve developed some fetish for the living and you expect me to indulge you?" she asked, her hands searching for the door while her face remained focused on Spike. She could just shut the door in his face and hope he�d leave, but the sorority girls were probably still downstairs, and she had no idea what he might tell them. It had been hard enough to dodge their previous questions when she had arrived suddenly one night- and as it was she only had to come up with an excuse for him knowing her. But she had no idea how to cover for a magic-infested biography as told by a vampire.
�So now you�re too good to boink the undead, too?" he sneered.
Tara heard the emphasis in the question, and realized that he must have been sleeping, or doing something with Buffy. Well, obviously he didn�t mean Dawn, and while she wouldn�t put anything past Anya, she also had no reason to believe the former demon was into open relationships. As painful as the idea of Buffy with a vampire was, it could remain in her mind as a viable conclusion, since she still couldn�t think about Willow with anyone else, especially not a vampire that had seriously threatened to kill her twice, once even hurting Xander badly in the process. She also heard his own pain, but restrained her sympathy for fear that she�d just end up some kind of rebound girl for him. Finally uncomfortable with the silence, she answered coldly, �Yes." She sat on the floor, just at the threshold and stared up at him, wondering if she could bless the water in the can and use it on him.
�What about we just talk, then? You seem to have plenty of time, and doesn�t seem like you get listened to that often," Spike said as he settled himself on the floor, wondering if her current honesty came from detestation or inebriation.
�Okay," she responded. �But just talking. And since we�re having a conversation, let�s start with why you�d want to talk to me. We barely know each other - you think of me as just Willow�s accessory, and I don�t see anything good coming from us continuing this, whatever it is." Tara studied Spike�s face in the dim hallway light. She didn�t kid herself that suddenly she�d become fascinating to him. He could have nearly any woman he wanted...nearly. Was this just some sort of challenge for him? See if he could seduce not only slayers but gay witches too?
�So you�ve been thinking about..continuation?" he asked, the innuendo clear in his voice. �But something�s stopping you. Willow? You don�t want to hurt Willow," he said.
�Yes, that. And I don�t want to hurt m-myself. This cannot go anywhere. Even if W-Willow and I were done..." Tara began switching from sitting indian style to stretching her legs out to the side, to bringing them up in front of her. There really was no way she could find to look morally superior while sitting on the floor in a damp t-shirt.
�You�re going to use the lesbian argument," Spike predicted, moving as close to the barrier as he thought was safe.
�It�s a part of who I am-" she began.
�But if you think on it - isn�t that kind of sexist? I mean, rejecting solely on the basis of gender-" he interrupted.
�Spike, your being a male-type is only a part of it. You�re a vampire, and while I don�t really consider that your fault, it�s a major complication. And even bigger is this thing, whatever it is, between you and Buffy."
�I did not come here to talk about Buffy," Spike nearly growled.
�But you�re thinking about her." She doubted he realized how transparent he was.
�I can recall a certain evening when I wasn�t, and a certain time when you weren�t thinking about anything other than the creature comforts." Spike enjoyed the rush of blood that pinked her cheeks whenever he brought up that indiscretion. Instead of considering it a sign of regret or humiliation, he read it as a sign that enjoyed it enough to feel shamed about it, and probably more shame that she might like to try it again.
�Even though you�re immortal and I have no social life, neither of us has the time to dick around like this," Tara said frustrated, and wishing she�d come up with some other phrase that didn�t involve male anatomy.
In her fidgeting one of her feet crossed the threshold. She was unaware of the transgression until Spike took the foot in his hands and began to massage it as he spoke. �Okay, brutally honest. I happen to want to spend some time out of my head and in your knickers, which is much more pleasant place," he admitted.
�Sp-pike..don�t do that," she whispered frantically. She couldn�t risk yelling and alerting a houseful of easily unstrung young women to the fact that, well, her foot had been captured by the undead. She also felt restricted by the thought that his comment, though coarse, didn�t sound as horrible to her as it should have.
�You don�t want me to stop," he contradicted. He�d felt her relax in his hands, and he reasoned that if her objection was anything more than a formality, she could have easily pulled her foot from his loose grasp.
�Y-yes, I....no. No one�s ever done that for me before," she found herself confessing.
Spike then tugged gently on her leg, just enough to allow him access to her ankle. He leaned over and applied his lips to the sensitive skin over the bones. Hearing her gasp at the new attention, he pulled her leg farther out, resting the bottom of her foot against his chest. He pushed up the dark denim of her jeans and explored her lower legs with nimble hands , her calves curving out to his hands like an invitation upwards.
�It�s just your ankle, it�s just your shin," she told herself. �It�s just his hand there, and a hand is a hand is a hand...." Tara caught herself resorting to paraphrasing Ayn Rand to try to get a hold of her hormones and starting thinking that the situation might have gone out of her hands the moment Spike showed up. She and started to pull back into the bedroom, but Spike had a strong enough hold on her to block her progress.
�Changed your mind again, lamb?" Spike asked as he held he leg, feeling the muscles tighten and strain as she tried to push against him. Her position was too awkward, and she only ended up accidentally pushing the other foot out the doorway as she tried to get up. With his undead speed, Spike easily caught hold of the other leg. He chuckled as he languidly drew her towards him. His grip was just strong enough to keep her from being able to break it easily, but not enough to hurt, or keep her from kicking her way free.
His hands worked their way up her body until he was holding her in his lap, her legs extending straight past his body and down the hall as he swiveled during the rather one-sided game of tug-of-war so that he faced the staircase. His hands gripped her waist taking advantage of the narrow bit of flesh below the bottom of her shirt and above the low waist of her jeans.
Laying supine in his lap and staring at the suddenly upside down staircase, Tara realized that they were in clear view of anyone who decided to come upstairs. It also occurred to her that Spike�s cold fingers had a startling similarities to Willow�s after an involving spell, which sapped the body heat from her extremities. She struggled to right herself and succeeded only in twisting around so that she was facing the floor. She managed to crawl forward only a few inches before Spike moved so that now he was above her, still making her skin just above her hips feel charged with his rough grasp. He whispered just behind her ear, �Making your position preference known, pet?"
As soon as his hold loosened and his hands began to travel, Tara threw herself forward and managed to scramble into her room before he could catch her. She kneeled with her hands on the floor, trying to catch her breath. Spike looked nearly feral crouched just inches away, his eyes glittering with unnamable intentions. It was a heady thought that she was the reason for his current state - the thought of herself as a seductress, even of a bleached-out vampire, was intoxicating. Her contemplation was broken by the sound of a footstep on the bottom stair. �I-invite-you-in!" she whispered in a breath. Just as quickly Spike rushed into the room leaving Tara to scurry backwards to close the door in front of her.
Once inside her bedroom, Spike decided to slow things down. There was still a risk of her bolting like last time, and surprisingly, talking with her wasn�t as painful as he would have expected. He examined the room, Spartan even for temporary student housing. The far corner held a mini-refrigerator, a portable lap desk and a pile of text books. Against the side walls sat one dark upholstered futon and across from it a depressed blob of a beanbag chair. Cardboard boxes lined the walls, some partially spilling out various magic looking contents. It spoke to him of someone who was just using a space, but not bothering to make the investment to live there.
At his glance, Tara explained, �I went right from the dorms to B-Buffy�s house...I haven�t really bought any chairs or tables - it didn�t seem worthwhile." She stood up, wondering why she felt embarrassed about the place considering her first and only guest had spent months living with Xander in his basement - and the first of those weeks were spent tied up in a barcalounger.
�So your stay here�s just temporary," Spike sat on the futon, avoiding the bean bag, remembering that even when they�d first been popular he hadn�t been able to sit on one of those lumpy monstrosities without looking like a gormless git.
�W-well, I haven�t really done that much thinking about long term. I mean, this is definite until the end of the semester, but I don�t really know after that. It all depends..." she said as she paced the room, feeling Spike�s eyes on her like a spotlight.
�On whether Willow can get her 30 day chip fast enough?" he asked.
�I don�t know. I mean, I�d love it if Willow could control her...problem. But I can�t forget that she didn�t just accidentally summon an army of trolls or make it rain cider. She...she violated my mind. Twice. And she didn�t see anything wrong with it." Thoughts of Willow still ran through like an infection in the blood. She hadn�t been able to talk about her to anyone other than several houseplants. She could feel something dark and painful unraveling within her as she bared her soul to the one person she thought could be impartial, or at least as impartial as the begonias.
�So you�re worried she�s gone sociopathic.?"
�I wouldn�t say sociopath. She�s not dangerous..at least not on purpose."
�But you just said she�s dangerous to you. Girl�s got a taste for power now. She�s not gonna be happy being the Velma anymore."
Tara let herself collapse on the bean bag chair with a low chuckle. �Sorry, I just didn�t really see you as the cartoon type." With a sigh, she curled in on herself and said, �Willow told me that I made her feel like she was the junior partner. And over this summer, she was in charge, but I think I ended up all senior partnery anyway. I did all the paperwork and took care of Dawn - I mean, Willow was busy with the Buffybot..."
�She made you be the grown-up and then resented you for it." Spike loved the feeling of superiority he got when he had the opportunity to shove a scooby�s face in what they were trying to repress or deny.
�She...no....resent? Did Willow say she resented me?" Tara got up and shuffled over the corner of the room. �I can�t believe I�m talking to you like this about Willow. I mean, odds are pretty low that you could give me any advice that didn�t involve chains or sleeping with Harmony." At her last words she crouched in front of the refrigerator and stared at the contents as if within were the secret scrolls of eternally happy lesbian relationships. Not finding them, she looked over at Spike. �Do you want something to drink? I don�t have any...blood....just, um, juice and beer."
�What kind?" he asked, his interest perked.
�Mango-kiwi...oh, you probably mean the beer. I, um, just finished off the Jagermeister. There�s Samuel Adams left. That okay?" she asked as she retrieved the bottles.
When Spike took the bottle from her he made sure to brush her hand with his, just enough contact to make her retreat to the beanbag chair less than gracefully. �You never had the privilege of meeting my Dru, but she was a special girl. Now even among vampires, she was prodigious in her bloodlust. She had such a taste for fear, for suffering. She loved drinking small children, not so much for the fresher taste, but because when they went, there were so many more screams from the living," Spike narrated between drinks of the beer. It seemed that Tara�s poor taste in clothes was to be made up for in excellent taste in the liquid refreshments. �She used to love to wait and hide so she could watch them find the bodies - nearly got burned a few times before she switched to leaving them at doorsteps."
Tara�s stomach clenched at the jovial way Spike spoke of the murder of children and the torture of their families. She took it as a reminder that even though the chip had left his body restrained, he was still the same person who had been killing for amusement for more than a century. �Sounds like it must have been fun for the two of you."
�Well, not really so much for me. The little things never really gave much of a fight. But that�s not the point."
�I hope not," she replied.
�The point is that...that it was her nature. It was a part of her. Maybe I wasn�t so fond of it, but I just took as the price of admission. Now, Red; good, evil, Shriner, what have you...she�s very good with the magic. And she�s capable of, well, nothing else to call it but a kind of rape, really. Short of a quick lobotomy, there�s no way to guarantee she�s not going to try it again, or something else worse."
�You think she�d do it again?"
�It�s not whether she does or she doesn�t. It�s whether you�re willing to risk it." At the solemn expression on her face, Spike added, �Don�t have to decide right now." The conversation had gone longer and more depressingly than he�d intended. He was starting to wonder if she�d invited him in hoping more for a heart-to-heart rather than the groin-to-groin he�d proposed.
Tara hunched her shoulders as she sat, looking up at him through her hair. Talking about Willow, even thinking about her was still almost too painful. But it hurt more to leave it to only be discussed by the voices in her head. At least Spike was a good listener, and he didn�t try to make her feel guilty for leaving her life�s love to struggle with an addiction alone. But, yet another but, he was forcing to choose between the lacerating hope of a return to Willow and the cold comfort of taking what was in front of her. She felt caught between what she couldn�t have and what she shouldn�t want.
Uncomfortable with the silence, Spike got up got himself another beer, then asked, �Like another?" At her sniffling nod, he retrieved another beer from the refrigerator and sat on the futon. When Tara reached for it from the bean bag, he held it out slightly, forcing her to get up and walk over to him. As she took it from him, he took a hold of her arm and pulled her down to sit next to him. He simply sat in companionable silence as she opened the bottle and took a few sips. When she seemed calm again, he asked, �Why don't we stop whinging about our problems and do something more fun?" as he placed his left hand on the small of her back. When she didn�t react to the touch, he pivoted to face her. Brushing the hair away from her face, he felt a heat in that delicate skin, either from being near tears or libidinal takeover - for some reason with every woman he�d known both states could seem nearly identical. From this new proximity he could almost taste the alcohol present in her system - he figured she�d gone through the equivalent of a pitcher over the course of the evening.
Tara didn�t speak, but simply took a long gulp of her beer before she removed Spike�s hand from her face. She placed the hand on her thigh and ran her hand up his arm, under the sleeve of his shirt, until she curled it around his shoulder. She pulled him closer to her and kissed him just in front of his ear. He took the cue and moved the hand on her thigh up to her waist. She worked her way to his earlobe, which she took into her mouth, running her blunt teeth along the tender skin. Spike�s hands met under her shirt and made quick work of the clasps on the back of her bra. But when he brought them forward, Tara jumped, startled at his cold palms on her breasts. She bit down on his earlobe and jerked, spilling the beer in her right hand on both of them.
�Fuck�s sake, luv," Spike muttered as he felt to make sure he still had all his ear left. Aside from a little soreness, he was intact, though his shirt was going to need a trip to the washing machine in the Summers' basement. �I�m all for a bit of pain with the pleasure, but you got to give a man some warning."
Still clutching the now nearly-empty bottle in her hand, Tara brought her legs up in front of her and stayed frozen in an upright fetal position. �This is not happening," she said. �Not again, at least."
Spike stood up and walked the length of the room. As he turned to start back, he punched the door frame and winced at the pain in his hand, which now completely overshadowed that of his ear. �More than a hundred years and I�ve yet to get a woman who�s not cracked somewhere. Startin' to think they�ve gone extinct," he grumbled. Noticing that Tara was staring at him with rapt attention, he stripped off the wet garments leaving him in just his modern day uniform of black jeans and boots.
�Maybe you should leave. I�m not ....c-comfortable with...this," she managed to say. �Not with you. I..I�m sorry if I l-lead you on."
�No, you�re not," Spike replied angrily. �You�re uncomfortable with what�s in your head. You want it both ways; you want to get fucked stupid, but you don�t want to have to think that you�re cheating on Willow or being disloyal to the scoobs. So that cuts out all your traditional dykey options," Spike noticed her face darken at his use of the derogative term, but she seemed more embarrassed than angered. �That leaves this convenient vampire for you to screw with impunity. But wait - sometimes you think of him as a man - strike one against him."
Tara curled up tighter at the sound of the growl under his voice. Even though she knew he was essentially harmless, she couldn�t convince herself that there was no danger, and to her chagrin, she realized that on some level she liked the idea of him being a threat.
Spike continued, not aware that he was being scrutinized from cheekbone to abs.
�Strike two - somewhere along the line your brain was thoroughly sodded out with respect to sex and all life�s enjoyments. So there we have it. Two strikes and he�s out."
�It�s th-three strikes," Tara said quietly.
�What?"
�It takes three strikes to get someone out in baseball, unless it�s something like tee-ball - I don�t think they have outs since it�s just little kids playing," she amended as she sat up.
�So I�m still in?" Spike asked sardonically.
�Technically. I mean, if I really wanted you out, you�d be in a flaming heap at the bottom of the stairs," Tara informed him, finally starting to feel comfortable with the vampire in the room.
�You�d do that?" Spike queried almost eagerly.
�In a heartbeat," she confirmed with the beginnings of a smile.
�Prove it." He pulled his lighter out of his pocket and tossed it over to her.
She caught it and walked over to him with nearly a swagger. She held it up in front of his face, and had it flipped open and lit in one quick movement.
�Good show, lamb. But what if I were to do something like this?" he asked as he ran his hand up her side and cupped her breast.
Tara inhaled sharply and pushed the lighter so close to his face that he risked immolation if he so much as winked.
For all intents and purposes he was pinned in the corner. Tara looked pretty steady, but he had no idea what her usual limit was - any of the other scoobs would be unable to recognize the floor when it came up to hit to them on the way down after that much beer. So, he went in the only direction that seemed promising. He fell to his knees in front of her and took a hold of her hips, bringing his face up against her abdomen. When she didn�t take advantage of the position to set his hair on fire as he�d half-feared she might, he applied his multi-talented mouth to undoing the top bottom of her jeans. It took longer than he�d hoped, but that just allowed more time for the tension to build. He considered himself lucky that she�d worn jeans with a zipper fly, and not all buttons, as taking the zipper between his teeth and pulling down was infinitely easier and faster.
Tara felt herself nearly wobbling in place as she stared straight ahead, not wanting to confirm with her eyes what her groin was screaming at her. His grip on her hips was too loose to be steadying so she spread her legs a little to keep from toppling into an trembling heap. A part of her brain reminded her that this was the way she�d gotten into trouble before, and unlike the time at Buffy�s, she didn�t have this place to run to.
Spike didn�t trouble himself to consider the skittery state of mind of the woman in his arms, but just concentrated all his attention on what was directly in front of his face. He�d found himself enjoying the way cotton knickers retained the heat and scents of the wearer. He pressed his face down against the small exposed triangle of white cotton and inhaled deeply, enjoying the multiple sensations. Her mound was still blocked by the thick denim, so he lowered his head and pressed the hard seam of her jeans against her clit.
Spike could hear Tara breathing like a phone sex girl, and just before her knees could buckle, he stood up and held her against him. He reached out and took the lighter from her hand, then closed it while his hand made sure her warm body stayed fully applied to his hard room temperature one. He let the lighter fall to the floor as he took advantage of his superhuman strength to easily pick her up and carry her over to the futon. Her legs still wrapped around his waist, he lied down on his back and let her settle herself on top of him.
After Spike divested her of the shirt and unhooked bra in one quick motion, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply, exploring her tongue with his. Not being able to go very long without oxygen, she broke the kiss and then made her way down his body, tracing the contours of his cheekbones, neck and chest with first her fingers, then her lips. Spike slipped a hand between her jeans and panties caressed her through the fabric, curving his fingers to match her exact shape.
As Spike�s other hand cupped and squeezed her ass, she flicked his nipples with her tongue, then applied her teeth, a bit less gently than she would have for anyone else. Hearing his sharp intake of air at the action, she nibbled a bit harder and dragged her nails down his sides. As the heat flowed through her, she bucked against his hand and let her head fall down to his chest, digging her fingers into his ribs.
Spike knocked the futon down into the flat position with a strong well-placed kick and rolled them over. Tara groaned with disappointment when he removed his hand from her mound, then started a different kind of groan as he swirled his tongue in her navel while he used his hands to pull her jeans farther down. He began a downward trail of wet kisses over the curve of her abdomen, stopping just at the border of her panties.
By now her jeans were low enough to kick off, which she did as Spike�s attention turned to her breasts. He started a series of light breathy kisses that made goosebumps arise on her sensitive skin. She entwined her fingers in his hair feeling that she could easily rip it all out if he dared stop what he was doing. He spiraled inward until he was taking her nipples between his lips. His tongue curled around and caressed the sides before he made his tongue hard and stroked it hard across the tip.
He slowly inched them down the futon, never letting his mouth stray from her neck or chest, until her legs dangled over the edge. He crawled down onto the floor and shed his boots and jeans, relieved to have the pressure of the tight fabric off his erect penis. He climbed back on the speechless girl, just far enough to settle himself between her thighs. He took her trembling hands in his and rubbed her palms with his thumbs while his tongue traced her bikini line. Feeling her tremble violently, he decided to skip some of the preamble, and thrust his tongue between the lips of her sex, doing a mad up and down circuit before he plunged inside her. He probed within her as she clenched down on him, mumbling something incoherent that seemed to involve a lot of deities.
Her eyes shut and her head thrown back, Tara felt as though she were being opened and manipulated at her core. His tongue was rubbing her g-spot as he pulled down one of her hands and pressed her clit between their thumbs. It seemed that every nerve in her body was now directly connected to those that he was touching - all sending thick surges of pleasures hot and slippery directly to the deepest parts of her brain. She had no way of telling if she screamed or moaned as she came, unable to perceive anything outside her body.
As she slowly surfaced, Spike scaled her body, catching her dry lips in his. Even completely outside of her, he could still feel the heat and wetness of her core, and it took every morsel of his self-restraint to keep from submerging his painfully aroused cock in her depths. He had no idea what her experience was, if she think it like a dildo with a man attached, or if it�d be disturbing enough to cause her to make him a eunuch with one Latin word. He stopped himself just at her entrance as she squirmed beneath him. She seemed to know what he was thinking as she lowered her hands and wrapped one around his cock. The sweat of her palms combined with the moisture of her arousal made each pump of her fist a blinding shock of stimulations. He fell through the dark heat waves of his orgasm and rested briefly on her chest, barely aware that she was rubbing his shoulders and murmuring something soft with comforting intent. He pushed himself up, bracing himself on his hands, and saw that she looked up at him without the customary mix of fear and anticipation, but instead as though she�d caught him crying. He saw himself as he thought she must, vulnerable and pathetic, a captive of every weakening urge.
By the time Tara had managed to start the suddenly complicated process of dressing, Spike had blown past the questions of the sorority girls in the living room downstairs, who�d probably never gotten to see a vampire dressing on a staircase before. Opening up the last beer, she curled up on the bean bag chair, not willing to face changing the futon cover and having to acknowledge the fact that she did not seem as good as she�d thought she�d be at lesbianism, just like spellcraft. �Maybe I just need a lot more practice at both," she reasoned before falling asleep with Spike�s abandoned t-shirt under her head.
The End
(as of right now, any way)
Boring Authory Notes: This ended up more angsty than intended, largely because the emotions and consequences from part one were storming in, and because both characters were having a darker time of it on the show when this was written.
As someone pointed out, I did list my music for the first part, so I'll put down that by this time, I was listening to a lot more Bessie Smith and Tom Waits, which might mean something to somebody.
I'm currently working on what will be the third part of this trilogy, and then a short happy smutty epilogue.
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