Title: Spiritgasms
Author: Pattyanne
Disclaimer: Not mine
Feedback: Pretty please!
Summary: Spike is gone from this world, but hasn't passed to the next. He's given a chance to return, on account of he acted unselfishly and helped save the world.
Rating: PG for now, but NC-17 later.
Dedication: To the "Opulent" Cindi, who
suggested the idea and promised me
candy if I wrote it.
~~~~~
"In the cool of the evening, when every-
thing is getting kind of groovy,
I call you up and ask you if you want
to go and meet and see a movie.
First you say "no", you've got some
plans for the night,
And then you stop...and say "all right"
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little
girl like you..."
~~~~~
"You've been here long enough, you know. Sooner or later, you'll have a decision to make."
Spike stretched out on the warm sand, his body soaking in all the glorious warmth of the sun that it had been denied for so many decades.
Sighing deeply, he turned and faced his guide.
"Look, pet...I've told you nine ways from bloody Sunday...I'm not going back. Why should I? I like it here just fine."
He gestured with one hand, encompassing all the beautiful scenery around him. The ocean in front of him, the forest behind him, and the pristine white sand underneath him.
"D'ya have any idea how long it's been since I've sat on a beach during the day? Well, I'll tell you...never. I've never sat on a beach during the day. Not once in my entire bloody existence."
Tucking his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes again. "Now, be a good little spirit helper
and shove off. I'm trying to get a tan."
Melisande stood up and glared at him, hands on her hips. "And THAT'S another thing...you have GOT to put some clothes on! There have been complaints."
Spike chuckled. "Liar."
"I BEG your pardon!" The guide drew herself up to her full height of 4ft 5 in, and looked at him, insulted to her very core. "I have never told a lie in my life! YOU on the other hand...."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You already went over all my bad habits when I got here. Give it a rest, will ya, luv?"
She was silent for exactly thirty seconds.
"I'm supposed to talk to you about it again."
"ARRGGH !" Spike jumped to his feet and headed for the water line. "I already told you...I'm NOT going back! Why can't you lot take go-to-hell for an answer?"
Melisande clapped her hands over her ears. "I have told you repeatedly...do NOT use the "H" around here! It's a very touchy subject!"
Bending over, Spike dug up a handful of sand and watched the little crabs that lived in it scurry around in his palm. "Sorry," he muttered.
"What?"
He rolled his eyes and pulled the guide's hands away from her ears. "I said...sorry."
"Oh...well, good." Only slightly mollified, she wiped wet sand off her ears. "Now...to get back on subject. If you remember correctly, I told you when you first arrived that your case was under review."
"Mm-hmm." He stared out over the calm sea, watching in delight as a school of dolphins frolicked off shore. "And?"
"And...I thought you'd be pleased to know that, due to your acting over and above the call of duty, they have offered you a get out of limbo free card. You can go back and try to do things right this time."
Spike shrugged, staring at his feet as he kicked a seashell out into the water. "Got no reason to go back."
Melisande grinned, her silver eyes dancing with glee. "What about her?"
"Her? Her who?" Spike asked, squishing the sand between his toes.
"You know perfectly well "her who?"...the slayer."
He released a harsh laugh. "Oh, yeah...the slayer. Good reason to go back, that one is."
"Well, why not?"
Why not? There were a million reasons why not, but only one that really cut any ice with him.
"She doesn't love me." He shook his head. "I can't go through it all again, pet."
Melisande sighed along with him. "You don't have to go back to HER you know. The world's a big place. Easy to get lost in."
Spike laughed again. "No...I'd never be able to stay away. Tried it already...couldn't do it. Long as she's there, I'd go looking for her sooner or later." He knelt in the wet sand and began to scoop out a hole. "The slayer...I'm like a fucking homing pigeon where she's
concerned."
The guide plopped down next to him. "Look, William...Spike...whatever name you're going by these days, you really didn't give her much of chance at the end you know. She finally tells you that she loves you, and you..."
Spike cut her off with a sharp gesture of his hand.
"You don't get it, do you Tinkerbell..."
"Don't call me Tinkerbell. I'm not a..."
"...point is...underneath that slightly frosty and sometimes downright bitch queen exterior...Buffy HAS got a heart." He frowned as he kept digging. "She was just...trying to make me feel better about what was gonna happen."
"Well?" Melisande spread out her hands. "She cares."
"I never said she doesn't care," Spike replied, striving for a little of William's patience. "I know that she cares. It's not enough."
"I'm not the worldliest spirit guide on the astral plane, but even I think you're wrong. I've been watching, you know. For years now." She stood up and brushed the sand off her skirt. "The girl loves you, you thick-headed ox, and if you throw that sand at me, I'll see to it that you spend your next life as a house cat," she warned him when she saw him making a ball out of wet sand.
Spike glared at her. "You wouldn't."
"Try me!"
"You couldn't."
"I can and I will!" Melisande smoothed her hair and turned around. "I'm going back inside now..."
"Good!"
"...but before I do, I have one more thing to ask you."
Spike glanced at her suspiciously. "And that is...."
The petite guide smiled at him. "Are you a gambling man?"
He hesitated. Where the hell had THAT come from?
"I've been known to place a bet or two," he admitted. "When the stakes are right. Why?"
Folding her arms across her chest, Melisande's smile grew wider. "I'll bet you that she really does love you..just exactly the way you want her to love you. If I'm right..."
"You're not even in the neighborhood of right."
"IF I'M RIGHT" she repeated more forcefully. "You pack your bags and get out of my hair for the next fifty or 60 years."
Spike rolled his eyes. "And if you're WRONG, Miss Cheeky?"
There was a short pause. "I'm not sure yet," she finally said. "I don't know exactly how much leeway I have in making these deals. But, it'll be something good...trust me."
He narrowed his eyes. "Something good, huh?"
"Well, of course, something good," she huffed. "I'm not in the business of doling out something bad, you lunkhead!"
She turned and flounced off, with Spike on her heels, stumbling to get his pants on without falling on his ass in the soft sand.
"Oi! How's about you knock off the name calling, pixie brain? That'd be good!"
"Moron!"
"Shrew!"
"Pigheaded clod!"
"Flying monkey!"
She whipped around, her silvery eyes sparking with anger. "I AM NOT A FLYING MONKEY!" she yelled at him.
Spike turned on one heel and ran off down the beach with Melisande in hot pursuit.
"JUST BECAUSE I HAVE WINGS, THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME A FLYING MONKEY! YOU COME BACK HERE, YOU COWARD!!"
She chased him down the beach, letting him know in no uncertain terms what would happen when she caught up with him.
Spike stayed twenty feet ahead of her, laughing in the warm afternoon sun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TBC
Part two
~~~~~
"You always keep me guessing and I never
seem to know what you are thinking,
And if a fella looks at you, for sure you're
little eye will be a winking,
I get confused, cause I don't where I stand
And then you smile...and hold my hand
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little
girl like you..."
~~~~~
The table in the dining hall normally seated forty-two people, but this evening, there were only two.
Melisande's lip curled as she watched her charge scrape the sides of the dish he was
holding. His chair was tilted back on two legs, and his feet were propped on the snowy
linen table cloth, legs crossed.
"You know, there's more food in the kitchen" she observed. "You don't need to scrape the
dish in that annoying manner." She flinched when the spoon screeched on the glass.
"Never waste hot fudge," Spike announced, licking up a drop of it from his finger. "It's
one of God's greatest gifts."
Melisande glared at him. "God had nothing to do with hot fudge," she said. "He provided fruit and vegetables, and grain, and the beasts of the field. You won't find any hot fudge trees growing down there, you know."
He placed the dish on the table. "Whatever." Ignoring another glare aimed at his feet, he smiled. "So, about this bet you mentioned..."
"I have a good mind just to cancel the whole thing," she said. "That'd teach you a lesson."
He winked at her. "No, it wouldn't."
Taking a deep breath, Melisande prayed briefly for strength and wisdom. "Okay...the deal is, you go back down there and hang around a bit. You're gonna hear what you want to hear, and you won't be able to claim that she's only saying it to be nice to someone who's about to...whatever that was you did."
Spike gave her a "you gotta be joking" look. "Now how do you know that?"
"Because," she said, with an "I've got you now" smile," she won't be talking to you. She won't even know you're there."
Now, the thought was beginning to sound a lot more intriguing. He'd be able to see Buffy...to hear her voice...without actually having to reveal himself to her.
This was going to be fun. The good old fashioned kind that he hadn't had in ages.
"When you're ready to admit defeat," his diminutive companion continued. "Just give me the word and I'll start the paperwork."
"Then what happens?"
"You'll be back on Terra Firma before you know what hit you. After that," she shrugged, "it's up to you."
"Right then." He jumped to his feet. "Let's get this show on the road, Fairy face."
The guide threw her hands in the air. "Oh, NOW you're in a big hurry." She stood up and dug a key out of the pocket of her robe. "Come on," she said.
Spike snagged his coat and followed her across the room to a massive oak door. He watched as she inserted the key and turned it.
When the lock clicked and the door swung open, he made to walk past her, but she grabbed his arm.
"Hang on a minute, hot shot," she said, wearing her sternest expression. "Are you gonna be a good boy and make me proud, or will you continue being a jack-ass with no hope of improvement?"
He paused. "Is there a third choice, luv? Something in between?"
"Okay, THAT does it...you're out of here."
Without another word of warning, she placed her hands in the middle of Spike's back and shoved him out the door.
Slamming it behind him, she leaned back against it and tried to calm her nerves.
"HEY!" came from the other side of the door. "A little help here...where do I go?"
"You'll figure it out," she yelled back.
There was a pause. "Thanks a pantload, darling," Spike said sarcastically.
Melisande waited until she was sure that Spike was on his way before she folded her hands together and closed her eyes.
"Heavenly father...creator of the lightness and the dark...provider of life and blessings on all mankind...I'm begging you...I need a break...please kick that girl in the rear and make sure she uses her heart this time, and not her head...Because, between you and me, Sir..her head is just as hard as his...Amen."
***** ***** ***** *****
Spike stood in front of Buffy's house, taking in everything about it. The trees, the lawn, the rose bushes.
Everything he saw was wonderfully familiar and strangely foreign all at the same time. It
looked so similar to the little house in Sunnydale, a town that no longer existed. But this house was in Northern California, just a little bit south of Monterey.
As he stood there, drinking it all in, he saw her pass by the living room window and sit down on the sofa.
"Buffy," he whispered. "I've missed you, honey."
His eyes were starved for the sight of her, and without another thought, he walked through the closed front door and into the living room of the little cottage.
"Hi, baby," he said softly, sitting down in an arm-chair across from the sofa. "How's my 'little bad' doing without me, huh?"
He took a closer look. "You look tired, luv. You been getting enough sack time?"
Tired or not, she was all in the world he cared to look at. He hadn't realized until this moment, just how badly he had missed her.
"Hey, guess what?" he said, propping his feet up on the coffee table. "Remember when I died? I didn't go to hell! Can you feature that? All the crap I pulled over the years, and I ended up in...sort of Heaven. Actually, it was a place between here and there."
Buffy tugged her shoes off and dropped them on the floor.
"They...uh, they said I can come back if I want. But, I figured I've pretty much seen all there is to see down here. I just wanted to...you know...check up on you and the bit before I moved on again."
The slayer rubbed her feet. The sight made him ache to touch her.
He used to do that for her. When she'd had a long day at work slinging greasy hamburgers, she'd come to him and he would take off her socks and shoes, and massage her feet until all the soreness was gone, listening to her describe her day, laughing when she imitated surly customers.
"So...I've got this thing called a Spirit Guide. They're the ones taking you from one plane to another, and no, not the kind you find at the airport, smarty." He laughed a little. "Her name's Melisande, and she's a right pain in the arse sometimes...kinda like you."
He sighed as she stretched out on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. "Not too bright, though," he went on. "She's got some crazy bollixed up ideas in HER head, I can tell you that. Thinks you love me. I mean...how's that for a laugh?"
Spike stared at his hands for a moment. It wasn't much of a laugh, really. It was a painful little dig at his vitals, a discordant twang of heart strings being twisted and turned in too many directions at once.
"You know," he said. "I'd give just about anything if it was true. If I thought that little silver eyed fiend knew what she was yammering on about...but I...."
He was startled into silence when the front door opened, and Willow walked in. "Oh, wonderful," he muttered. "What did you do, luv? Drag the whole motley crew along with
you?"
"Hey, how was work?" Buffy asked, sitting up and waiting for Willow to drop her packages.
"Work was...way too much work today. The bookstore is having an autograph signing today and tomorrow. Five million screaming squirrels trying to grab five thousand books." Willow sat at the opposite end of the sofa from Buffy and tucked her feet underneath her. "So, what did you do today?"
Buffy shrugged. "A little work out with the S.I.T.s, went to the market, solved world hunger...you know, no big."
The redhead grinned. "A typical day NOT on the Hellmouth."
Buffy laughed. "True. That makes up for a lot...being away from there. Away from all the...memories."
Spike was more than a little surprised to hear a catch in Buffy's voice, and when he looked at her, he could swear her eyes held tears in them.
"Buffy," Willow said quietly. "You've got to let him go. For your own good."
His ears perked up. "Let who go...let WHO go?"
Buffy looked at her friend as the tears began to pool in her light green eyes. "I...I don't think I can."
Willow reached for the slayer's hand and patted it kindly. "He wouldn't want you to keep grieving like this."
"I know...I know that," Buffy said, one tear slipping down her cheek. "But I don't know how to make it stop."
Willow shrugged. "By getting back up to where you were before. You gotta go on living, Buffy. He told you that himself."
"WAIT A SECOND!" Spike shouted, standing up and holding up his hand. "Just....wait!" He turned to face Buffy. "Who are you grieving for, slayer?"
"I know." Buffy said to Willow. "It's just hard to do when all I can think about is how badly I screwed everything up."
"Oh, Buffy...please don't cry," Willow begged.
Spike instantly knelt beside the sofa. "No, she's right, baby. Don't cry. Not over me. I'm not worth one of your tears."
Buffy wiped her cheeks. "Sometimes," she said, "the worst part is that everyone thinks I don't want to talk about him. Like...if we don't discuss him, then we'll all just forget him, as though he was never a part of our lives." She sighed deeply. "He tried so hard, Willow. He really did. And we came so close...all that last year, we came so close to fixing things..to making them right."
"Oh, baby..." Spike said, longing to be able to touch her, comfort her a little. "We can still fix it, luv. It's not too late."
Willow dug a tissue out of her purse and handed it to Buffy, her hand passing right through Spike's.
"Buffy...we don't bring up the subject because we know it's still painful for you. But...if you want to talk about him, I'm here to listen. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes," Buffy nodded, drying her eyes. "I know."
Sitting back in her chair, Willow smiled encouragingly.
"I wonder if he'd like it here," she asked. "In Pacific Grove. Did he like the ocean?"
"I don't know," Buffy replied after a short pause. "He liked big cities. All the noise and the music, the lights.."
"The people," Willow teased. "The happy meals."
Buffy giggled."Yeah, I suppose."
"I DO like the ocean love. I've been living right next door to one since I left you. And I've been right out in the sun, too. Little perk they gave me." Spike smiled when Buffy did. "There's that beautiful smile," he said.
"Buffy..." Willow paused. "You loved him, didn't you? And not just at the end...you loved him before."
Spike held his metaphorical breath, waiting for her to reply.
The slayer didn't hesitate for a moment. "I loved him," she nodded. "More than anyone before...even more than Angel. HE ran out on me when things got tough. Spike just...he stuck to me even tighter."
"OH, BLOODY HELL, GIRL," He flung his hands up in frustration. "Why the hell didn't you open your mouth before it was too late? You...you stubborn, infuriating, irritating...WOMAN!"
"I miss everything about him," Buffy said. "The way he talked, the dirty jokes he used to make me listen to, the way he would look at me after we'd made love, his eyes...were so...so tender. Like I was the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen. God....I want him
back."
Spike jumped to his feet. "All right!" he yelled at the ceiling. "You win...Yo!...Sandy!...Come on and get me and let's talk terms, luv! I'm ready to come back so let's get...."
"I really miss the sex," Buffy said.
"....hang on a minute." Spike looked at Buffy. "I told you you'd miss it when the well ran dry, didn't I? Didn't I?"
"It was THAT good, huh?" Willow asked.
"Oh, God." Buffy leaned back and smiled. "Good can't begin to describe it. It was absolutely the best, Wil. He did things to me that I still can't believe. It was incredible. The thought of never feeling that way again..."
Spike's brain kicked into overdrive. His poor little slayer. Almost a year, with nothing to quiet that hot blood that raged in her...
"Well, I'll fix that up proper, honey," he promised her. "You just sit tight and soon your Spike will be making you scream the house down again."
Tearing his eyes away from her, he walked outside, wondering what the hell was taking the little pest so damn long.
"SANDY!!" he shouted. "You win the damn bet, all right? Now, come on and let's get going on this. My girl needs me, dammit!"
There was no response.
"Look....I promise I'll never call you a flying monkey again, okay? Sandy?"
He shouted until he felt hoarse, but got no answer.
Sitting on the curb, he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Fucking hell...son of a fucking bitch in fucking hell...stupid bitch is never fucking around when I fucking need her...."
"Profanity will get you nothing but a smack across the face."
It was Melisande's voice, but she didn't appear to be attached to it.
"Where are you?" he demanded. "Can't you fucking hear me? You won the bet. You were right."
"Oh, I heard you," she replied. "And I knew I'd win the bet, so it's not exactly a big surprise."
"Fine," Spike said, leaping to his feet. "Then let's go take care of this and get me out of your hair, okay?"
There was a long pause.
"Sandy? Where the hell are you?" he asked.
"I'm still here at the house. We're having a little trouble with the paging system, and the portal is sort of...stuck."
'Wha...stuck? Well...unstick it! Come on. I gotta get back there so I can get back here. Soon!"
"Sorry, chum, no can do. I'm not in maintenance."
Spike was ready to start tearing heads off. "Then find someone who is!"
"I just told you...the paging system's down. We're working on it, though. Everybody's out looking for Peter, and as soon as we find him, we'll get that portal unstuck and get you on your way."
"Ohhh...FUCK!" he bellowed, frustrated beyond the telling of it.
"Hey! I'm no happier about this than you are," she snapped. "I've already got your room cleaned out. The last thing I need is for you to come back and start tracking sand in again."
Spike drew back one leg and unleashed a vicious kick at a nearby trash can. His foot went right through it and he landed on his ass.
"Although," she added. "I will admit that I'll miss the entertainment value."
He stared up at the sky, trying to reclaim whatever slight amount of dignity he still could call his own.
"When..do you...think...it might...be...fixed?" he said precisely.
"Verr-rry soooon," the guide answered. "Just keep your shorts on."
Rolling over, he rose slowly to his feet. "You don't understand. Buffy needs me. She needs me now."
"What for? What's so important that it can't wait a little while?"
Spike brushed the dirt off his clothing. "She misses me, dammit!" he bit out. "Do you KNOW what that means to me?"
There was a long pause, and he began to wonder if Melisande had signed off.
"Ohhh..." she said. "She MISSES you. You mean in a carnal way. Gotcha."
"Sandy," he implored. "Help me out, luv. For old times sake. Please, sweetie...I need your help."
A few seconds later, he heard a sigh and the leaves in the tree he was standing under stirred.
"Why can't I ever say no to you?" she mused out loud.
Spike shrugged and smirked. "Cause you're crazy about me."
"I'm crazy, all right," she muttered. "Okay...I'll tell you a secret. But if you blab, the deals off!" she warned him. "I'll drag you back here so fast, you won't have time to blink."
"I won't blab. Cross my heart and hope to you know what," he vowed.
There was another pause and then she spoke again, her voice hushed somewhat. "Even though you don't have corporeal form there yet, there are...things...that you can do for her."
"What?" Spike looked puzzled. "What things?"
"If you think I'm delving into the sordid details, you're mad as a hatter," she informed her charge. "You would know better than I what "things" she likes."
"Ohhh..." he said. "Things. I gotcha, luv."
"Comes the dawn," she muttered sarcastically.
"But..wait a second, babe. I can't touch anything here. How can I do these things she likes." He snickered. "Believe you me, the things she likes require a lot of touching. One time, she and I..."
"WHOA!" she squealed. "Spare me the play by play, IF you don't mind."
Spike could almost see her standing with her hands on her hips, scolding him for all she was worth.
"Sorry, luv. Forgot your tender sensibilities."
"That's better. Now, you've been there long enough that some of your mortal capabilities have started to regenerate. Pretty soon, you'll be able to do some actual touching, and she'll start to feel your presence. Unconsciously at first. Once that gets underway, she'll start to hear you, but she won't be entirely sure about what's happening."
"Okay," he nodded. "Got it."
"Just experiment a little, see what happens. But don't get carried away, Casanova, or you'll scare the living daylights out of her."
Spike straightened his clothes, forgetting that Buffy wasn't going to be able to see him.
"I'll keep an eye around here, and as soon as we're up and running again, I'll make sure we get you back fast."
Heading for the front door, he stopped and scanned the sky. "Hey...Sandy?"
"What now?"
"Thanks, luv."
The night was completely still for a moment, then he heard a soft laugh. "Go get her, Romeo."
Spike walked back through the door.
Melisande sighed with relief. Soon, this tangled ball of wrong would finally be ironed out for good. Her charge would be back where he belonged, and if that girl broke his surprisingly tender heart again...she'd be answering to a slightly higher authority this time.
"Good luck, William," she whispered, then went looking for their missing handy man.
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TBC
Part Three....
~~~~~
"If you decide someday, to stop this little
game that you are playing,
I'm gonna tell you everything my
heart has been a dying to be saying,
Just like a ghost, you've been haunting
my dreams
So, I'll propose...on Halloween
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky
little girl like you....."
~~~~~
Spike sat on the sofa, close to Buffy. He waited while she and Willow talked a while
more, every so often testing his tactile ability.
When the sofa cushion he was poking began to show the tiniest crease, he decided it was time to let Buffy in on the fact that he was going to be with her again soon.
Sidling up closer, he leaned over and whispered softly in her ear, "Aren't you getting tired, sweetheart? You've had such a long day. Time for bed."
To his immense satisfaction, she yawned and stretched and announced that she was off to bed.
Willow stood up when she did, and gave her a hug. "If you need anything, you know where I am," she said. "Sleep well."
"You, too," Buffy smiled. "G'night."
Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Spike trailed his slayer up the stairs and into her bedroom. He stood by the door and watched as she rummaged in her drawers for a nightgown, then go into her bathroom and start the water running in the shower.
Deciding that it wasn't what he wanted, he followed her into the bathroom. Perched on the counter, he watched as she undressed.
"God, baby...you're still the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. Did you know that? Did I remember to tell how beautiful you are? You're so small and delicate, you look like a stiff breeze would carry you off to Oz." He smiled as she brushed her teeth. "Still a
bear for the oral hygiene, I see. Well, I don't blame you. I would be too if I'd had to pay Dawn's dental bills."
She pinned her hair up, and pulled clean towels out of the cabinet beneath the sink.
"Your hair's longer again, luv. Did you let it grow for me...cause you know how much I love it that way?"
Buffy pulled the shower curtain back.
"No, baby," Spike said. "Take a bath. You need to soak in a hot tub. Relax all over. Come on...turn off the shower and put the stopper in." He leaned closer, until he was almost touching her ear. "Take a bath, sweetheart."
Delighted, he watched an indecisive look pass over her pretty features, then she shrugged and did as he'd requested.
"Christ...if I'd known how well this would work, I'd have died again YEARS ago," he said.
Buffy reached into the cabinet again and brought out a bottle of foaming bath oil.
"Lavender," he said approvingly. "My favorite. You remembered."
The scent filled the small steamy room, making him light headed. Another sign, perhaps, that he was progressing towards his moment of reanimation.
"Careful," he said, as she stepped into the tub. They had taken a bath together once, and when she'd stepped into the tub, the slick bath oil caused her to slip and land hard on her bottom, displacing at least three gallons of water all over the bathroom floor.
Then, they had made a little love...and displaced a lot more of it.
Buffy placed a bath cushion behind her neck and leaned back, closing her eyes and sinking into the water. "Hmmmm," she moaned.
That sound went straight to his dick!
Kneeling beside the tub, he balanced one arm on it and touched the tip of his finger to the water. A tiny ripple fanned out, almost indiscernable to someone, unless they were looking for it.
"Remember it, Buffy? That night we took a bath together. Dawn was somewhere with her friends and the witches were off dancing in the woods somewhere with their coven. We had the house all to ourselves."
Buffy sighed and licked her lips.
"I poured the soap on that pink sponge you liked. Worked up a ton of lather and spread it all over you, made you all slick and slippery. My hands glided over you like you were made of satin."
She murmured something he couldn't understand.
"I spent a lot of time on your breasts...remember? I tried to move after a bit, but you kept taking my hand and putting it back there. You would slide down a little into the water, then when you came back up, you'd feel the cool air make your nipples hard. Then I made them harder. You were twisting around and whimpering like a kitten."
Buffy sat up and reached for the bath sponge...a blue one now.
"I cupped my hands under them...and pushed them together. I kept playing with your nipples, pinching them a bit...tugging on them. I wanted them in my mouth so badly," he whispered hotly. "You loved it when I did that...when I licked and sucked your breasts. Remember, baby?"
A glob of bath gel was squirted onto the sponge. She started at the back of her neck, and slowly made her way down.
"Now...slide it down over your breasts. Lots of lather now. Make them hard. I want to see you make them hard."
He was sporting an erection that felt like an iron bar, and he had to reach down and adjust his jeans.
"That's how hot I am for you, babe. I'm fucking dead...and you're still turning me on like no other girl ever did . Just you. My dream girl. The best dreams of my life were the one's you were in. And I don't just mean fucking, either. I used to dream about us being real people, Buffy."
He sat on his rear, leaning his back against the tub.
"You were just an ordinary girl." He chuckled. "Well..not ordinary. You could never be ordinary, luv. But you weren't a slayer, and I wasn't a vampire. I was just a man who loved you. A man who went off to a job every day, and then came home to you at night." He turned to look at her again. "And we were happy."
The sponge was on the move.
"That's it," he said. "Pretend...pretend it's me, Buffy. I'm holding that sponge...running it over your breasts. Your belly. Down between your legs, where you're such a pretty shade of pink."
He leaned closer. "Put your hand between your legs," he directed her, willing her to do it. "Touch yourself...rub your fingers against your pussy...inside of it. Slide one in."
She was doing everything he said, like they had some sort of internal transmission system between them. A football coach and his star quarterback.
"Put down the sponge, Buffy."
It plopped into the water.
"Now, put your other hand down there...and find your clit. You can...oh!" He smiled when she caught her breath. "Found it, did you?"
Buffy exhaled deeply, tilting her head back. "Spike," she groaned, almost inaudibly. "...ohh, yes. More."
Oh, bloody hell! She was doing it! She was thinking of him!
"I'm here, Buffy. You're not alone, luv. Soon..I'LL be the one touching you. I'll make it all up to you, baby. Every minute you had to get through on your own. Every tear you cried. Every time you needed me." He swallowed hard. "And I wasn't there."
He shook his head suddenly, sloughing off the melancholy mood.
"Faster, baby...move your finger in and out...come on, do it. That's my girl," he nodded. "My passionate slayer, with her wild heart. Made for me."
"Spike," she sobbed, on a ragged breath. "Mine..."
"Yes," he said urgently. "Yours. All yours, baby. Always will be."
She kept her eyes shut tight, concentrating on what she was doing.
Spike leaned even closer. "Do it, baby. Come for me. Pretend that's my cock sliding in and out of you. Ramming in...pounding in...hard and fast. Do you feel it? Feel my cock inside you, Buffy. So hard...for you. Only for you. Going in deep, isn't it? All the way in. Filling your little pussy up. Make it tighter, luv. Let me know you want it in there, don't want to let it go. Tighter."
Buffy arched her back as her fingers moved faster.Touching and teasing herself, rubbing hard against that stiff little knot of flesh he had licked so many times, tonguing her to orgasm after orgasm.
Even now, he could taste her on his tongue. Tangy and juicy, like some ripe tropical fruit that grew wild in the jungles of the South Pacific. He would lash it with his tongue, over and over again, and when he sensed her climax rushing towards her, would close his mouth around it and suck hard while pushing his middle finger up into her drenched passage, then pumping it roughly in and out.
And she would scream...
Scream so loud, his ears would ring.
He hadn't heard that sound in so long. And he needed to hear it again. Hear it with the fresh point of view he could not use before.
He wanted to hear that scream, and know that she loved him. To know that she was screaming her pleasure AND her love, unarticulated as it was in her calm moments.
But he couldn't fulfill that need now. No with someone else in the house who would come on the run if Buffy screamed.
No, that would have to wait.
Buffy's entire body was straining for completion, her hips bucking up into the relief she was taking from her own hand.
"...oh...oh...oh...yes..." Tiny sounds were wrenched from her throat.
"Yes, baby," he encouraged her. "That's what you need. Give in to it...take it..."
When he saw that she was on the verge of the bliss she sought, he spoke directly into her ear.
"Think about ME, Buffy," he hissed. "See ME."
It was the catalyst that pushed her over the edge.
Biting her lip, she gave herself over to the temporary madness.
Spike watched in utter fascination, as her body settled back into the water.
"Buffy," he murmured. "I was right. You ARE amazing."
She sat up suddenly, opening her eyes and looking around the room.
Spike wondered, as she seemed to stare right at him, if something inside of her could truly see him, could somehow know he was there.
But the feeling only lasted a moment. She shook her head to clear it, then drained the water from the tub and climbed out.
Wrapping her towel around her, she switched off the bathroom light and went back into her bedroom.
Spike smiled. Time for round two.
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TBC
Part Four.....
~~~~~
"You could be the devil in my head
You could be the angel in my bed
You could be the voices that I hear
I'm singing along
Because it sounds just like you're near..."
~~~~~
Spike sat on the end of Buffy's bed as she toweled herself off and slipped on her nightgown.
Smiling again like an idiot, his eyes moved up and down her small frame. She had donned his absolute favorite piece of sleepwear. Made of pink silk, it had thin ribbon straps and fell to just above her knees. The low neckline gave him a very nice view of her cleavage whenever she leaned over.
"God, I could almost swear you know that I'm here, luv. You chose that lavender bath oil and now that nightgown. You know how much I love that on you."
Buffy sat down in the small armchair by the window and pulled the clips out of her hair. Spike watched in complete delight as her honey blonde hair tumbled down her back. Soft, wispy curls created by the steamy bathroom framed her pretty face.
As she brushed her hair, she stared out the window that was opened just enough to let in the cool night breeze.
He could smell the scent of the ocean's clean, salty air as it drifted through the room.
When he glanced back at Buffy, he saw that she was finished with her hair, and was looking up at the stars. Her sweet face looked sad, and it made his heart ache to see it, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that he would be back with her soon, and would do everything in his power to make sure she was never sad like that again.
"Come to bed, baby," he said softly.
With a deep sigh, Buffy stood up and turned out the lamp on her nightstand, then pulled
back the blankets and crawled in beneath them.
He waited until she'd settled herself for sleep, then moved up beside her.
"Buffy," he whispered. "I love you, baby. I'm trying like hell to get back to you. But...if I can't manage it, please remember how much I love you, and don't be too sad. I know you loved me, too."
She turned on her side, cuddling her pillow.
Spike couldn't hold back a smile. She slept the way a child sleeps, on her stomach, with one leg pulled up. The only difference was that she had her arms wrapped around a pillow and not a teddy bear.
He took a quick look around the room, and saw that she hadn't been able to salvage most of her things from the house in Sunnydale. He recognized a few items, some pictures and little knick-knacks that she'd accumulated over the years. He could see her photo albums stacked up on a shelf next to her high school yearbook.
There wasn't much else from her childhood. This was the bedroom of a grown woman, whereas her old room had still retained the look and feel of a little girl's, and then of the teenager she had been when he'd first known her.
There were no rock star posters on these walls. Instead, she had hung framed prints by a few painters he recognized.
The mirror over her vanity table was no longer cluttered with snapshots and souveniers of high school dances and football games.
All that remained of her myriad collection of stuffed animals was her little pig. He was glad to see it had been rescued from whatever fate had befallen his compatriots. "Well, well....Mr. Gordo. I see you caught the last bus out of town. You been taking good care of
our best girl?"
He started when Buffy suddenly turned her head sharply in his direction. Rolling over in bed, she sat up and stuck her finger in her ear, then wiggled it the way someone does when they've just climbed out of a swimming pool.
"Lie down, sweetie," he said softly.
Without a moment's hesitation, she did as he told her.
Spike grinned hugely. If only she would keep up this blind obedience once he was properly able to take advantage of it..and her.
It would be a lot of fun for a while. But he loved Buffy's spirit and sass, and the challenge she always presented him with. Even after they had begun their physical relationship, this little girl could play hard-to-get with the best of them when it suited her to, and he'd always found it wildly exciting when she did.
Sometimes she would present him with a cold shoulder and a distant attitude. Other times, she would literally BE hard to get, running from him like the devil was on her heels, laughing and taunting him to try and catch her. They had spent more than one pleasant interlude rolling in the wet grass of some park he'd pursued her through.
Just the memory of those times was making him achingly hard once again.
Lying beside him, Buffy sighed restlessly. She kicked the covers off as though she was unbearably hot beneath them.
"Maybe" Spike whispered, leaning closer, "you should take off your nightgown and sleep naked. The way we used to...remember, luv? We never put on anything when we slept. We didn't want it to get in the way if one of us woke up and wanted to make love."
Buffy had always been sweetly accomodating when that happened to him. It was as though she knew that he couldn't help it, that sometimes he would wake up with an urgent need to be buried deeply inside of her.
Most girls would throw a bitch fit if a fella interrupted their sleep, would call him selfish and demanding for feeling as though he might as well just pack it all in if he couldn't make love right then and there to the woman he couldn't exist without.
But, as difficult as Buffy could certainly be, she never turned him down when he absolutely could not stand to go another instant without the sweet promise of her body lying beneath his.
He remembered one time he had woken her up very early in the morning. She had been exhausted from a productive patrol the night before, and hadn't even been totally awake when he'd moved on top of her.
She'd warned him that she was too sleepy to participate in the fun and games, but he had slipped inside of her and began thrusting anyway, explaining that it was all right..that she didn't have to do a thing..because, every once in a while, there was nothing better than a good, old-fashioned, one-sided Victorian fuck.
"Come on, luv...take it off. You know you want to," he urged her. "Pretend I'm beside you, begging you." He chuckled softly. "You loved to make me beg, didn't you? Satisfied that little dominatrix streak of yours. And it worked, too. All you had to was wiggle that shapely little arse and I was on my knees."
~~~~~
"Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every way..."
~~~~~
"Take your gown off, darling. I want to see you naked again."
Buffy thrashed around on the bed, as though searching for a comfortable spot to sleep in,
then sat up.
"Too damn hot in here," she mumbled, whipping the pink silk off and tossing it on the floor.
Flopping back down on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling. "Go to sleep," she commanded herself, then closed her eyes.
"Not yet, luv," Spike said. Deciding to experiment a little, he extended one hand and touched her arm with the tip of his index finger.
The sensation raced through him. He could feel it. Light and fragile though it was, he had made some kind of contact.
Spike could tell by the way Buffy caught her breath that she had felt something as well.
"Buffy...spread your legs. Spread them wide apart. I want to try something."
Sighing deeply, she complied. Her eyes were closed, and her arms slipped underneath her pillow.
He moved down on the bed, and into the space between her parted thighs. Gazing down at her, he licked his lips.
There it was...his own paradise on earth. The sweetest piece of female flesh he'd ever tasted.
She was as pretty down there as she was everywhere else. Her thighs were lightly tanned, and her sex was adorned with neatly trimmed, light brown curls. When she was aroused, those curls glistened with the moisture her healthy young body provided.
Lowering his head, he trailed his tongue down her cleft, then waited for her reaction.
Although her eyes were still closed, he could tell by the way she tensed up that she had, on some level, felt what he had just done.
After a moment, her head lolled to one side and her lips parted. He saw her little pink tongue creep out and moisten those lips, then she took a deep breath and slowly released it.
"Again," she whispered on a sigh.
Smiling, he dipped his head back down and licked her from bottom to top, ending with a gentle suck at her clit.
Surely she would know what was happening. He had always begun going down on her that way.
He waited, and she lifted her hips ever so slightly.
"Spike," she whimpered. "Please...."
"Yes, baby. Anything for you," he promised, then sank back down, licking and sucking, eating her until she was panting.
"Come on, baby," he said, stopping briefly. "Do it. I want to taste that cream. I'm so fucking hungry for it..."
When he went back down, he was delighted to find that he could exert a little more pressure, and that he was beginning to taste her. It was just the tiniest amount...like faintly flavored water...but it was there.
Her breathing escalated and he knew she was close. Hoping like hell that it would cooperate, he stiffened his tongue and pushed it up into her as deeply as he could force it to go.
"Ahh...oh...oh, God," Buffy moaned. Her hips began rising and falling as he swept his tongue around and around her pussy.
She came when he moved back to her clit and lashed it roughly with his tongue. Her taste was stronger now, and he licked her hard, shaking his head just a little for some vibration.
When it was over, Buffy went limp on the bed and panted for air.
"Oh, God...what the hell IS that?" she whined.
Spike grinned. "It's me, baby. I'm on my way back to you. Gonna make my girl feel soooo
good just as soon as I can."
He climbed off the bed and walked through the bedroom wall and onto a small brick terrace.
Scanning the midnight blue sky, he placed his thumb and index finger in his mouth and
released a piercing whistle.
"SANDY?" he called out. "How's about a progress report, huh?"
He waited, but all he heard was the sound of waves hitting the rock formations, slithering
in and back out of the little caves and grottos.
"Ah, come on, Sandy," he groaned. "I'm going nuts down here. If I can't touch her properly real damn soon...I'll...well, I won't be responsible for whatever happens," he added as a warning.
"Don't you threaten ME, you unregenerate hooligan," Melisande said sharply.
Spike laughed. "Ooohh...got your big words on today, Tinkerbell. I'd best be worried, eh?"
She was silent for a moment. "How would you like me to disconnect you and just leave you there the way you are?" she asked.
"No...no, I wouldn't like that one bit," he said quickly.
"Well, for someone who wouldn't like it," she informed him, "you sure are begging for it."
"I'm sorry," he said winningly. "I'll be good, I promise."
He heard a disbelieving snort. "What do you want now?" she asked.
"I just wondered how the repairs are going, luv. You any closer to fixing the portal?"
Melisande sighed. "I have good news and bad news," she reported. "What do you want first?"
Spike slapped one hand to his forehead. He hated hearing things like that. The good news was never really all that much better than the bad news.
"The good news," he said wearily.
"We found Peter."
"And the bad?"
"We lost him again."
"WHAT?" Spike shouted. "HOW?"
"Oh, we didn't actually LOSE him, as in we can't find him," Sandy explained confusingly. "It's just that he's...well..."
"He's drunk!" Spike snapped. "Again!"
"He got into the sacramental wine with Paul and Luke. You know how they get."
"Yes! I know how they get!" Spike was almost livid with frustration. "They're a bunch of old fools who spend all their time with their snoots in a wine jug, bragging about their glory days with the big boss." He waved his hands in irritated disgust. "Fine way to behave in front of...."
"Speaks the sober and abstemious young thug who painted the front gates red and hung a sign saying "Spike's Place...we specialize in the seven deadly sins," she replied dryly.
Spike rolled his eyes. He'd always known that little stunt would come back and bite him in the ass someday. "Hey!" he said, pointing one finger. "I apologized for that...AND...I repainted those gates the very next day, even though I had the worst fucking hangover of my life."
"All right," Sandy said reasonably. "What about the time you convinced Michael and Raphael to go back to the year 1880 and visit an establishment known as "Madam Claire's" in order to, and I quote, "Get their ya-ya's out and lose their buggering innocence
once and for all."
"What?" he asked, shrugging. "It was just a pub."
"It was a brothel!"
Spike couldn't help it. He snickered. "Yeah," he said, remembering his own exploits there. "It was a hell of a good one, too," he mused fondly.
"Indeed?" she inquired frostily. "And you know this because...?"
He ducked his head. "Never mind," he muttered, then said, "But, anyway...it's not like anything bad happened."
"Because Gabriel got there in time to stop you!" Sandy said loudly. "You three were so inebriated you could barely stand up. Goodness only knows WHAT could have happened."
"Oh, come on, luv." He tried to placate her. "The WORST thing that could have happened was they'd have gotten shagged. Ain't hardly the end of the world now, is it?"
Melisande sighed once again. "Must I remind you that they are ARCHANGELS? Their STRENGTH..is IN..their PURITY!" she said deliberately.
"Well, yeah but I...."
"And don't even get me started on the time you taught the Heavenly Choir that dreadful song."
"Hey!" he said defensively. "That song happens to be a classic little piece of music, I'll have you know."
"SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL?" she squealed, hurting his ears. "Do you honestly think THAT is the type of song that...certain someones..want to hear?"
"I just..."
"You corrupted the Heavenly Choir!" she shouted him down. "If there is ANYONE with no stones left to throw when it comes to the subject of intemperate behavior, that individual would be YOU!"
Spike was sorry he'd ever brought the subject up in the first place. "So, what's the story on Peter?" he asked, hoping to smooth her ruffled white feathers.
"Peter," she replied tartly, "is quite happily asleep in a rowboat in the middle of the lake."
"He went fishing?"
"He went fishing."
Spike closed his eyes and massaged his temples, as if he were trying to soothe a monstrous headache.
"Can somebody go and get him? Please?"
"We're working on it," Sandy said. "I'll get back to you, so just...behave yourself."
He sank down onto a small stone bench to wait, but then began to cast his eyes longingly towards the french doors leading to Buffy's bedroom.
A slow smile began to form on his face.
"Well...looks like I won't be going anywhere just now, anyway."
He stood up and stepped back through the doors. There was an infinitesimal amount of
resistance this time, which had to mean that he was starting to become more solid.
"About fucking time," he muttered.
~~~~~
"I could be the drug you can't resist
I could be the antidote you missed
I could be the love you hate to fear
You're filling the hole inside your heart
With feeling near to me...
Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every way
Cause when you're coming around
I'm off the ground, I have to say
You're so beautiful
So beautiful toay...."
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TBC
Part Five.....
~~~~~
"If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her?
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she's my only one?
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes..."
~~~~~
Buffy lay sprawled out on the bed, a perfect picture of ravaged sensuality, with touseled
hair and flushed skin wearing only a light sheen of perspiration.
On her face, was the smile of a woman calming in the afterglow of a satisfactory romp between the sheets.
Spike remembered that particular smile quite well. It was one of his favorites, although she had many different versions of it.
When she was happy, it showed on her face in a knock-out smile that made her seem incandescent. Her small teeth showed a dazzling display of perfect dentition, and her grass green eyes sparkled with good humor.
The victorious grin she sported after winning a well fought battle was another one he was quite fond of. The fire in her eyes was a dangerous gleam at those times. With her lips slightly parted and her cheeks flushed with exertion, his little warrior princess was a breathtaking sight.
But the smile she was wearing now was the one that could drive him to his knees. The moist curve of her lips, along with the sleepy and unfocused look in her eyes, was a lethal combination that could make him half mad with the desire to take her again and again.
It was the memory of that smile that he had taken with him on the night he had left her to
try and find some remnant of the man he had once been...the man that she deserved.
He sat down on the bed carefully, then moved close to her and whispered in her ear. "I love you, Buffy."
Her head turned, and she seemed to be looking right at him. She lifted one hand and reached out with it, but it moved through him and neither of them felt her tender touch.
Sighing, he rolled onto his back beside her. "I'm sorry for what I said...you know...that last time we were together. And I'm sorry that I didn't believe you. I..I just thought you were trying to be..I dunno..kind to someone who was about to...to die. Permanently."
Buffy sat up and pushed her messy hair out of her eyes. She turned and stared out the window, listening to the sound of the surf meeting the shore.
Spike watched her, wondering what she was thinking.
"But, listen baby," he added, sitting up as well. "I'm coming back to you. You don't have to be sad anymore, luv. And if you say it...WHEN you say it again...I'll believe you...and I'll say it back. Swear to God I will."
She shivered slightly, even though it was a warm night.
"I just hope you're glad to see me." Spike chuckled. "Because the place I was at...I don't think they'll let me back in again. Soul or no soul. I..well I got into a few scrapes when I was there." He smiled fondly at the memory. "You know me, luv. If there's a bit of hell to be raised, I'll raise it. Even in Heaven."
Wrapping the top sheet around her, Buffy climbed out of her bed and moved to the french doors. She threw them open wide and looked up at the stars.
Spike followed her. "I got so much to tell you, Buffy, about where I was. F'rinstance...do you know that every one of those stars up there has a name? And I don't mean the names that people gave them. I'm talking about the names they were given when they were created."
He stepped up directly behind her. "Melisande..she's my guide. I told you about her, remember? Anyway, she told me that no one knows their names..except for the big noise up there, of course. The names are all written down in a book they've got, and every time a new one is born, they add the name to the book. So, you can imagine how
big the frigging thing is."
Buffy smiled as if she'd heard him.
Spike's voice dropped to a lower register. "I shouldn't be telling you this," he said, "but I learned a secret about Heaven. It's..."
"What did I tell you about blabbing secrets? Are you TRYING to get the rug pulled out from under you?"
Briefly startled at Melisande's voice, he recovered quickly. "Sandy? Give me some good news, luv."
"Well...."
"Did you find Peter?" he asked, stepping out on the terrace.
"I was just..."
"Is he fixing the portal?"
"I'm trying to ..."
"Tell him to move his bloody arse, will you? Nose to the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel and all that."
"If you don't stop interrupting me, I will glue your mouth shut," she warned. "Now LISTEN to me. The portal is fixed, but..."
"But, what?" He scowled fiercely. "But, WHAT?"
"Well, we seem to have...misplaced...the key."
Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You..you've lost it? YOU'VE LOST THE FUCKING KEY?" He threw his hands up in frustration. "That's just perfect...just bloody wonderful! What kind of a fly by night operation are you running up there?"
"Lower your voice."
"Fuck my voice! What the hell is wrong with you people? What..you can remember the name of every star in the sky but you can't remember where you left your keys?"
Melisande waited out his tantrum with surprisingly good patience. "You know...you're on very thin ice, and you're jumping up and down on it."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Fucking story of my fucking life, Tinkerbell," he growled.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," she replied. "Now go back in there with your girlfriend. It won't be much longer."
An unseen hand on his back shoved him through the doors and back into Buffy's bedroom.
She was still standing by the door, still searching the skies for something.
"Spike," she said softly, instantly riveting his attention on her. "Are you up there someplace?"
"No, baby...I'm right here. I'm with you." He stood close to her and took in the scent of her hair. "Can't you feel me, luv? I'm so close, I can feel the warmth of your body."
He was shocked to see a tear trace slowly down her cheek. "No, don't cry," he pleaded. "It won't be much longer now. Sandy promised."
"Spike...if you can hear me," Buffy murmured, wiping her cheek against the back of her hand. "I want you to know that I meant what I said. I love you. I've loved you for so long that I'm not..really sure when it started, but...but I'd give anything to have another chance to tell you."
"You'll get that chance, baby," he vowed. "We both will."
~~~~~
"Cause I've lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them
Never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance
To tell her how I feel..."
~~~~~
She pulled the french doors closed and crawled back into bed. The sheet she had draped herself in fell away, leaving her beautifully naked.
Automatically, as he had done so many times in the past, he undressed and slipped into bed beside her.
"Lie down on your back, luv."
When she did as he asked, he placed one hand lightly on her stomach. He could feel her soft skin beneath his touch, and he smiled when he heard her inhale sharply.
Without another thought, he moved his hand up to her breasts and fondled them, rubbing his thumb firmly over her hard nipples.
"Oh, God..." he heard her moan. "Spike...."
"Yes, baby. I'm here," he said. "I'm touching you. You feel it, don't you?"
"Please....oh, please..."
He smiled as she arched her back, seeking a firmer touch. Slightly amazed that it was actually working, he tightened his fingers around her soft flesh and squeezed gently.
"Buffy...I can feel you more and more." Leaning over, he slid his tongue around and round her nipples, making her gasp and pant, and dig her nails into the mattress.
"I've missed the way you taste, luv," he whispered.
Looking up at her, he could see that her eyes were open and she looked dazed. Closing his mouth around her nipple, he sucked it firmly.
When he moved one hand down between her thighs, she opened them without being told to. His fingers quickly found the place of her greatest sensitivity and rubbed it.
Buffy's head thrashed on the pillow, as he probed her deeply, sliding his finger in and out of her. A flow of wetness made his hand slick as he caressed her.
"Spike..." Her voice was frantic. "I need you....I need you.."
Her words unraveled all of his self control. Without pausing to think, he moved between her splayed legs and rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness.
When he was settled in the right spot, he began to push himself inside of her.
"Fuck," he moaned. "It's working...it's bloody working."
He pulled out, careful not to leave her body entirely, then slid his length back in, groaning at the exquisite sensation of being inside her again, something he had never expected to happen.
She drew her knees up until her feet were flat on the bed. Lifting her hips, she met his thrusts boldly. "More," she whimpered. "Harder..."
He obliged her. His body was definitely becoming more solid with each thrust.
"Buffy," he moaned in her ear. "I love you...I love you."
"S..Spike?"
He opened his eyes and found her staring at him. She looked confused and he wondered if she could really see him as well as feel him. "I'm here, luv. I'm right here."
His hips moved faster, pounding into her like a machine.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," he whispered, over and over again. "Yes, baby...that's it...ahh...that's my girl."
The pleasure was unbelievable, and he couldn't help remembering the time when their roles had been reversed, when she had been the unseen one and he had lain on top of her, thrusting slowly.
He was so involved with what he was doing that he didn't notice it when Melisande materialized next to the bed.
"Good news!" she said brightly. "I found the....oh!" She whipped around, turning her back on the lovers. "Well, this is embarrassing," she muttered.
She counted silently to sixty, but there was no sign that anything was about to end, so she walked out onto the terrace.
"Umm...I was wondering," she said, looking skyward. "Do we need to have him come all the way back there for this?....It just seems like an awful lot of trouble and they're kind of busy.....Yes, Sir..I know he's been a pain in the neck.....Who knows that better than me?....Okay, YOU do, but.....Well, he's tried.....I know, but he can't really help it.....Yes, but what real harm did it do?......Besides that, I mean.....I know, but.....Yes, that's true, but you don't.....I guess so, but I......Okay, if you won't do it for him, then do it for her.....Well, YOU'RE the one who chose her.....Please, sir.....In almost five thousand years, I've never asked you for anything personal......Thank you.....Yes......I'm on my way......"
She crept quietly back to the door and listened. It didn't sound like they were anywhere near done.
"Okay, pal," she said. "It's up to you now. Don't screw it up....and if you need me, you know where I am."
Smiling, she blew them both a kiss and disappeared.
~~~~~
"If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her?
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she's my only one?
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes...."
~~~~~
He could feel her wrapping her legs around his waist, sinking her nails into his back.
Propping himself on his forearms, he moved his hips from side to side, changing the angle of his penetration and savoring the sound of pleasure she made.
His head tilted and he closed his eyes tightly, concentrating. "Baby....yes....oh, yes....feels so good...so right.....a little harder, honey....that's it....do it....fuck me, back.....yeah....yeah....."
Below him, Buffy pushed her lower body up hard, wanting him to slam into her with all of his strength.
"I love you," she panted. "Spike....I love you. Oh, God, I do....I really do....please....please, believe me...."
"I do, baby....I love you, too....I love you....and I'm....oh, Buffy....I'm gonna come....I'm sorry, it's just....been so long....I can't.....I can't wait anymore....I.....oh, fuck...oh, yeah.....can you feel it?.....I'm coming in you, baby....you come, too.....please, baby.....come with me......I need it....."
Three more hard thrusts took him over the edge, and he held tightly to her, bringing her with him.
When it was over, he collapsed in her arms.
"Spike?" she whispered after a moment. "Is this real?"
With a huge effort, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "Yes," he said. "I think it is."
Although he wasn't sure exactly what had happened, he was positive that Sandy must have had a hand in it somewhere.
Buffy placed her hands on either side of his face, checking for the feel of solid bone and muscle beneath her fingertips.
"You're....you're really here? You're back?" Tears began to form in her eyes. "How?"
Spike shook his head, unsure of just how he could explain. "It's....kind of a long story. I..."
But she shook her head. "Never mind," she said, clutching at him. "I don't care how...as long as you're really here."
He lowered his head, and their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
When he pulled back, he smiled at her. "Did that feel real to you?"
"Yes," she nodded, returning his smile. "Very real."
The tears that had been shining in her eyes were gone. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but the only thing of any real importance was very simply put. "I love you, Buffy."
"I love you, too," she said, leaning hard on the words. "I really do!"
"I know you do, baby." He sighed and hugged her. "I know you do."
~~~~~
"So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes....."
~~~~~
ONE YEAR LATER.....
"It was a nice wedding, wasn't it?"
Melisande removed her hat and tossed it onto a chair, then looked up and smiled.
"Thank you for seeing me so quickly. I know how busy things are." She took a deep breath. "I wanted to ask you a favor.....Yes, it's about him again.....I know, but he's been doing so well.....I know you did, and I'm sure they appreciated the warm weather.....Outdoor weddings can be tricky this time of year.....Yes, all the extra starlight was lovely.....the full moon was a bit of a shock.....yes, but twice in one month?......They're going nuts down there trying to figure it out.......I don't know if.....Oh, yes, sorry. I don't mean to stall.....Yes, sir......Do you think a small miracle could be arranged?.......Well, it's like this......"
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EIGHT WEEKS LATER....
Spike looked at Buffy, then down at the piece of plastic in his hand, then back at Buffy, grinning from ear to ear.
"Pregnant?!"
~~~The End~~