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�Spike?� she said anxiously. His body temperature rose underneath her touch, becoming feverishly warm. His eyes fluttered open. He gazed at her adoringly. �You�re a goddess,� he murmured. He slipped his hands inside her nightgown, making her gasp at their warmth. �Your skin is like alabaster, perfect and unblemished.� He rubbed his hands over her breasts, delicately fingering her nipples. He rolled on top of her, kissing her. His hands untied the small ribbons that closed her nightgown, revealing her nakedness. �Cones of ivory,� he whispered, placing his hands over her breasts. He kissed her gently on each nipple. She leaned up and placed her hand on his neck, pulling him close to her. He traced his finger lovingly over her face. �Let me worship at the temple of your body,� he said, looking at her sweetly. He bent to kiss her, and slid carefully inside her. He moaned, and moved uncertainly inside her. She held his hips, moving him into a pleasurable rhythm. �I love you,� she murmured, licking his neck. He cried out, reaching his climax. Buffy looked up, watching him come. He gasped, breathing hard, as he rolled next to her. �Did you forget about something?� she asked teasingly. �What, my divine one?� he replied, smiling widely. �What about me?� she said, gesturing to her naked body. �Of course,� he said, as he smacked his head. �I must pay homage to you.� He brightened. �Mortals must give an offering to the gods. I shall write an ode, praising your glorious radiance. � She laughed, humoring him. �I know you said you�d be a little poetic, but this is ridiculous.� �I must know your name. Are you Aphrodite? Ishtar? Isis? � he asked, tilting his head. �I�m Buffy,� she said sarcastically. �Buffy, the sweet goddess of love,� he said tenderly, grasping a tendril of her hair. She rolled onto him and slid down his body. �I think I like you better when you aren�t talking. You�re kind of a babbling idiot under this spell,� she said, taking him in her mouth. He moaned, and quickly hardened. She moved over him and thrust him inside her, moving up and down along his length. He looked up at her, shocked. �Oh, my darling�� he said. She cut him off, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. She rocked back and forth, and he became more and more fervent. He rolled her on her back, pounding hard inside her. �Oh yes, oh yes,� she moaned. �Oh, Spike!� She came, and so did he, grabbing her shoulder as his head arched back. �Much better,� she said. He lay upon her, his head resting on her chest. �Why did you say spike?� he asked, his voice muffled. �Why did I say your name when I came?� she asked, confused. He looked at her, equally puzzled. �My name is William.� �William,� she repeated blankly. �William Walthrop.� ************** They sat at the kitchen counter in their bathrobes, eating bowls of ice cream. �You haven�t read anything by Tennyson?� William said, flabbergasted. �I think I�ve heard of him,� said Buffy helpfully. He placed his hand on his chest. �On either side the river lie,� he declaimed,� long fields of barley and of rye, that clothe the wold and meet the sky...��What�s a wold?� interrupted Buffy. He sighed. �Focus on the images, the flow, not the words.� Abruptly, his eyes rolled back in his head. He fell out of the chair, his bowl shattering on the floor. Buffy continued eating her ice cream, casually glancing down at the man lying at her feet. He began to stir, moaning and clutching his head. �Buffy?� he said. She peered down at him from her chair. �You are so busted, Spike.� He lay back, looking up at her. �Didn�t much care for William, I take it. Seeing as how we�re both clothed and all.� He sighed. �Poor bloke never was a hit with the ladies.� �I had sex with someone I didn�t even know,� she said angrily. �Twice.� |
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