Battle Adaptation
Author: Denny
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Illyria

Session Two

The door flew open and Illyria walked in gracefully. She seemed balanced, easy-going, and definitely not quite her queen bee self. But Spike didn’t buy it. Not this day.

So Spike wasn't really surprised when suddenly, Illyria grabbed him by the shoulders and hurled him against the nearest wall.

“It disgusts me that I must remain in the same dimension as half-breeds and humans too weak to drop to their knees in worship. They just stand, like you, and wait for the blows to pierce their thin skulls.”

“Not standing now, luv.” Spike smiled as he rolled onto his back and looked around the room, debating whether or not to rise and risk another exacting blow from the mad blue bomber.

“Look how easily your flesh is bruised.”

Following her gaze, Spike touched his lips and felt the wetness there but quickly dismissed the red droplets by shoving his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean before withdrawing them slowly…

“Yes, luv, I am bruised, crushed actually, and…my goddess… I am truly and dearly distraught …all because we can’t seem to find a way to be together. I mean passionately together without the fighting, the punching and the throwing …of me…all around the fucking room.”

“Oh…oh…I understand…you are being sarcastic.” Illyria’s face nearly brightened as she began to pace. “And, you are using tricks to annoy me, today.”

She stopped her little dance, and tilted her head to stare at Spike who now sat cross-legged on the floor with his back against the wall.

“Why be false? Just be yourself, and say what you mean…as I do,” she said.

“As you wish, pet. So then, shall we continue where we left off yesterday before Angel’s rude interruption?”

“Yes, let’s do. If I recall correctly, your penis had just exploded in my mouth,” said Illyria.

“No…no…not exploded…I came…I mean I had an orgasm, luv.”

“Oh yes, and now I would like you to explode inside me, and then I can have a…orgasm, too.”

“That would be nice.” Spike raised his arms to pull off his shirt, but stopped when he saw Illyria staring at her own hands.

“These things make it possible for us to touch and to create the sensations that bring me pleasure.”

“Yes, our hands do help us with the pleasuring of our bodies, luv…other parts of our bodies help us feel good, too.” Spike smiled, almost to himself, as he continued to pull off his shirt. Then tilting his head to one side, he wondered if Illyria’s pleasure came more from punching his body than from caressing it. Spike had no idea what she enjoyed the most. He wasn’t even certain which he enjoyed the most.

“These hands do not belong to me.” Illyria knelt next to Spike as she reached her arms out in front of her, turning her hands palms up then down and up again.

“They belong to you, Illyria. At least, every time you use them to kick my ass, they belong to you. They also belong to you every time you use them to touch me… gently, too.” Spike took her hands and rested them on his bare chest.

“Feel me, Illyria.”

“Why?” She whispered.

“Because, I need to be touched.” Spike watched Illyria’s hands move slowly over his chest kneading his muscles and pausing ever so…gently…to circle and pinch his nipples with her thumbs.

“Yes…that feels good.” Spike inhaled deeply and leaned closer to Illyria as her hands drifted down his chest to his stomach, where his strong laced muscles tightened against her caress.

“My hands feel your coldness.”

“You can make me hot.” Spike leaned forward and pressed his lips against Illyria’s. As small kisses covered her lips, Illyria sighed into Spike’s mouth.

“Your lips are so soft. What is this we are doing?”

“It’s called kissing.”

“I enjoy this. Can we do this until we both explode?”

“Oh yes, luv, we can kiss that long, and even longer.”

To be continued