He's up to something. I've
known for two weeks now that there's something going on he's not telling
me. He's been jumpy and nervous and down
right guilty for the last several days.
If he doesn't tell me soon I'm likely to beat it out of him. That's when I hear it. His voice.
I feel the demon start rattling the cage, demanding I take what's
mine. Demanding I crush his mouth under
mine and take his body and blood. He's
yelling at Angel, wanting to know where I am, where's he's hidden me. I can hear Giles in the background
apologizing to Angel. Telling him he's
sorry, he was talking over the ritual with Buffy and
Suddenly it hits me, what my sire has been up to, trying to
convince the watcher that the ritual would be good for Xander. Before I realize it he's standing in front of
me; his chocolate eyes swimming in tears, rimmed by red. His eyes bore into me, begging me to love him
still.
I don't remember telling my legs to move but suddenly he's in my
arms and everything else is gone. All I
can see or feel or hear is him and he's everything I've ever wanted and
more. His body melts into mine and I
suck up all the heat I can take from him.
Hard arms around my back, pulling me closer. Lips everywhere. My face, my neck, my eyelids covered in
jubilant kisses I never knew existed. I
feel him shaking and realize he's sobbing my name begging me to never let him
go again. My demon settles for the first
time in weeks, surrounded by the smell and heat of its mate. I pull him to me tighter, touching every part
of him. Whispering words of comfort, of
love, of devotion.
I'm unaware of the six people standing in the lobby below us with
looks of wonder in their eyes. All I
know is that he's here in my arms, where he's supposed to be and I haven't felt
the heat of his body against mine for weeks.
My hands burrow under his shirt, reacquainting myself with his
back, the curve of his spine, the broadness of his shoulders, the dip in his
lower back just above his jeans and then my hands cup his ass to fuse our lower
bodies together.
Sweeping to the front, my fingers find his nipples, hard little
points begging for my touch as I roll them between my fingers. I feel his tongue tracing my jugular. Unable to stop a harsh moan from coming forth,
I let my head fall back as his teeth sink into my skin.
He knows how mindless it makes me; he's learned my body well. Biting kisses follow the path of my neck to
my ear where his tongue comes out to guide my earlobe into his mouth. I grab his hips and slam our now full
erections together, grinding my body against his.
He moans in my ear as his hips shift back and forth creating a
friction that's enough to make me come without ever shedding a single piece of
clothing. I want him. Now. I
bring his lips to mine letting my tongue trace his full lower lip before
sucking it into my mouth. Moaning my
pleasure, I dip slightly to place my arm under the back of his knees. Picking him up, I head toward my room.
"Spike."
I hope that by ignoring my Sire he'll get the point. Wishful thinking on my part.
"Spike."
Turning toward the group assembled in the lobby below us I let
them see my frustration.
"Bloody hell, Angelus, you could ruin a wet dream. What do you want?"
"You can't...not until it's time for the ritual."
"Well then let’s go, what are you all waiting for." I take several more steps until he pulls rank
on me.
"Spike. Get down here,
now."
He's reverted to using his Sire voice. Bleedin' ponce. Knows I don't have any choice but to listen
to him when he uses that tone. Without
releasing Xander I walk down the stairs instead of to my room, glaring at Angel
the whole way.
Stupid git acts like he's never been in love before, acts like he
doesn't know about the fire eating its way through my body.
Xander's head has taken up residence in my neck. Realizing this is the first very public
display of our feelings he's a bit embarrassed.
He whispers softly for me to let him down. Letting his feet touch the ground I release
him but only enough so that I can wrap my arms around his waist and pull him
back to lean against me.
If any of them think I'm letting him out of my sight again they're
wrong. My Sire heaves a giant sigh and
I get the feeling I'm not going to like what he's about to say.