Author: Love’s Bitch, a.k.a. Kristin L. M.
Email for Feedback: Better than drugs! Will you help feed my addiction? (P.S. I say again, this is my first PWP, so be gentle!) miserychastain@hotmail.com
Summary: Buffy finds herself in unfamiliar territory…Spike’s arms! The way things should have gone. Spoilers: Takes place after Intervention (S.5), but its better if you’ve seen The Gift. Rating: NC-17…yup, you guessed it, this here is my very first attempt at PWP.
Disclaimer: Credit where credit is due, Joss is God, Grr Argh, etc. I only wish Spike were mine. These Character belong to Mutant Enemy Prod., FOX Production.
Distribution: If you like it that much, you are my new best friend! Just let me know where it’s going.
Dedication: To Lady Mac, who always says description is key. Is this descriptive enough for you??? To Richess, who never fails to encourage my ever-diversifying collection of fic. And to Saber, who’s "How To Get Unstuck" got me where I am today. A smut writer…hmmm…maybe I shouldn’t be thanking her…just kidding. Thanks guys!

Buffy found herself in a dark room all alone. She couldn’t see anything at all and her Slayer sense was going haywire, telling her this was not right. All at once, several candles lit, as if on their own, rows and rows of them, everywhere. She didn’t recognize her surroundings, but it reminded her of a place she hadn’t visited in two years. It looked like the master bedroom at the Crawford Street mansion.

Suddenly, she sensed movement and tensed. So she wasn’t as alone as she’d thought. She slipped her spare stake from the waistband of her skirt and readied herself for battle.

‘Don’t do that.’ It wasn’t a voice she heard so much as a calm whisper in her head. It told her to put the stake away and she did, without question. She still hadn’t seen anyone, but the whispering voice seemed vaguely familiar.

"Who’s there?"

Again the reply filled her head like music, ‘Your knight.’ She mused that the voice in her head and the fact that she followed every command without question felt a lot like being under Dracula’s thrall. A slight breeze caressed her shoulders, and it sent shivers down her spine, making her knees go weak. ‘I’m here to rescue you, love.’

That’s what snapped Buffy back to reality. That ‘love.’ She looked deep into the dark corners of the room, looking for him, wondering exactly what was going on. "Spike, is that you?"

As if he’d been waiting for her to recognize him, he stepped out from the shadows, his famous smirk playing on his lips. Buffy’s breath caught as she looked at him. Mostly, he seemed the same, but she felt deeper changes than appearance. He seemed calm, self-assured, but not cocky like usual. It was confidence, not ego.

The visible differences were what had stolen the Slayer’s breath, though. His hair was unruly and spiked, setting of his casual grin. He wore black leather pants that nicely hugged his form and the petite blonde blushed a bit as she realized a quiet hope he’d turn around so she could see them hug the other side of him. Over his well-defined upper body, he wore a blue silk shirt, unbuttoned. Buffy’s eyes trailed down his bare chest and stomach, enjoying its well-cut muscles and marble-like beauty. She noticed with some amusement that he was barefoot, which just added to his casually seductive form. Her eyes made their way slowly back up to his face, the smirk still lingering. She watched as the candlelight played across his sharp features, his high cheekbones seeming almost drastic in the flickering flames. Finally Buffy met his dangerous blue eyes, which were dancing with firelight and passion. Before she could stop herself, his name escaped her lips and her ability to stand came quickly into question as they stood there sharing such an intimate look. She felt as though his eyes were burning right into her soul.

His scarred left eyebrow raised in curiosity at his name. The heat and electricity between them was almost too much to bear. Buffy felt dizzy, almost drunk on the sensation of his eyes traveling her body appreciatively, then meeting back up with hers. He was the fist to speak, but his lips remained still, his jaw jutted out slightly and his tongue running along his bottom lip. The voice whispered in her head again, ‘Welcome, my love.’

She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts enough to speak without moaning his name. She opened her eyes, "What…is this?"

‘It’s perfect, isn’t it?’

"But what are you doing to me?"

‘Nothing. Just looking.’ The voice in her head lowered seductively, ‘For now.’ As if to prove his point, he closed the gap between them and raised a hand as if to caress her cheek. Instead, without touching her, letting his hand stay only an inch away from her skin, he ran it across her cheek, down her neck and over her shoulders. He hadn’t touched her at all, but Buffy still had to fight for control of her body, which desperately wanted to lean into his hand, closing that last one-inch.

"Why am I here?"

Spike held her gaze for a moment, smiling with his mouth and his eyes, and then he began to circle behind her. With his hands at her shoulders and arms, but still not touching, he leaned in and let his cold breath dance along her skin, making her shiver again. And again her head filled with his Cockney accented voice. ‘Because you want to be.’ His breath again, on her neck, in her ear, ‘Because you want me.’

Buffy was surprised by the change in the tone in her head. His deep voice was throaty and hoarse with lust and she felt a small gasp escape her lips. She immediately scolded herself for being so affected by him. ‘He’s just another guy, get a hold of yourself!’ she thought, ‘Besides, he hasn’t even touched you yet.’ She was beginning to get irritated with him over that, but fought for control instead.

"No. I don’t," she stated simply, trying to make herself believe it. But her body protested even as the words left her mouth. Her skin was hot and it tingled at his breath. Her eyes had lazily shut and her head was tilted slightly in case he decided to kiss her neck. Her breathing had become heavy and her heart rate had doubled. And she was extremely frustrated. She kept noticing he hadn’t touched her yet. In fact, she felt him step away from her and she turned around, wanting to stop him.

‘You are free to leave,’ he said, one hand resting on his belt buckle and the other running through the back of his hair. For several seconds, she just stood there, unable to move. Her brain was trying to convince her feet to get going, but her body and her heart were holding steady. The most she could do was turn her back to him, which she did, in an effort to think more. But before the first thought had formed in her head, she felt him behind her again, his breath caressing the nape of her neck, as his voice filled her head, ‘What’s wrong, love? No where else to go?’

She stood there waiting for him to make some sort of move, thinking her not leaving had to have been a sign of, ‘take me, I’m yours.’ But still he remained at a distance. She tried to lean back into his touch, but with a whimper, found she couldn’t.

‘Problem, pet?’

"Why won’t you touch me?"

‘Can't, love.’

This frustrated Buffy more. "Why not? You’re here, I’m here, there’s the bed…usually that equals touching."

She heard him chuckle as he circled back around to her front to look in her eyes. ‘I want to, but I can't. Not until you admit it.’

"Admit what?" Now the Slayer was becoming angry, why couldn’t he just get to the point? He was turning into cryptic-boy, just like Angel had been.

‘You have to admit that you want me,’ he raised his eyebrow at her again, as if waiting for her to say something. ‘You have to admit it to yourself.’

She laughed out loud at this. "Right, Spike. Cuz I’m all about soulless demons."

He didn’t get defensive like usual, he simply stood there smiling at her as though she were a child who had asked why the sky was blue. And he waited. Just his proximity was driving her crazy. He stood at least a half-foot away from her, but she could just feel the intensity of his passion pouring off him.

"Besides," she began, unsure of what would come out of her mouth. "Even if I did want you, it’s just a physical thing." With this small admission, the sexy vampire took a half step closer. "And, sure, I’ll admit you look dead sexy tonight. You should do your hair like that more often." Another half step. Now he was as physically close to her as he could be without touching her. Her skin burned to be touched by his cool caress, but she could think of nothing to bring him to lay a hand on her. "Spike, please," she moaned. She wasn’t sure why, but all she wanted right then was for him to carry her to the bed in the corner and make love to her all night. The thought alone made her knees weak all over again. For a split second, she considered faking a faint; he’d have to touch her to catch her…

‘Say it, Buffy,’ his think accent filled her head. ‘That’s all you have to do.’ The insistent voice was joined by another, then another, all Spike’s, until they were all she could hear. Whispers of ‘Say it,’ ‘You’re beautiful,’ and ‘I want you,’ danced in her mind and it was a combination of these words and his hands that hovered a half inch off her neck and hips that made her say her next words.

"Spike, I want you." The words fell from her lips before she could stop them, and then they kept coming. "All I want right now is for you to carry me to the bed in the corner and make love to me all night." She was breathless with anticipation by the time she’d finished speaking.

The look of sheer satisfaction and overwhelming passion in his dancing blue eyes was as undeniable as the heat and desire she was feeling. He stepped forward, blessedly placing one hand on her hip and the other on her neck, pulling the petite body against his lean form. He kept her gaze for a second longer, his tongue darting out and wetting his bottom lip, and for the first time, he spoke out loud. "I love you," and suddenly his lips were upon hers, hungrily searching her mouth for the desire he’d seen in her face. She wasted no time in returning his affections, her arms snaking up his silk-covered chest and around his neck. He deepened the kiss as he picked her up and headed towards the king sized bed in the far corner. Out of nowhere, new candles showed up, already lighted. Spike lay his Slayer down gently, taking a moment to study her face. Seeing no glimpses of misgivings or concerns, his mouth was descended upon hers again.

"Oh, Spike, I need you…" This whispered affirmation was enough for the blonde vampire, who made short work of the Slayer’s blouse, ripping it open and back off her shoulders. His lips and tongue followed the cloth, off her chest, over her shoulders and down her arms, kissing gently.

She returned in kind, by sliding the blue silk back from his chest and shoulders, letting it drop to the bed. Once he’d been divested of his shirt, she leaned in and kissed up his chest, nipping and licking her way towards his throat. Once she reached the sensitive area where his neck and shoulder met, she bit him lightly, eliciting a simultaneous growl and moan from the extremely excited vampire. He pushed her back onto the bed somewhat roughly and gave her a look, daring her to move. Kissing down the front of her, expertly and cruelly avoiding the sensitive, lace-covered peaks of her breasts, teasing her, he made his way to the button fly of her brown leather skirt. Within seconds, the skirt had been unbuttoned and practically torn from her hips. Clad only in lavender lace, her body shone lightly with perspiration and anticipation.

Suddenly, Buffy became self-conscious under his hungry gaze. She began to cover her stomach with her arms, but again his deep voice filled her head. ‘Don’t.’ With that one firm word, her arms again lay motionless at her sides. Holding himself slightly over her, he took her arms and pinned them over her head. A mischievous smirk played across his features and in her mind, Buffy heard the word, ‘Stay.’ And without question, she did.

Spike leaned into her, meeting her hot body with his and her mouth in a bruising kiss. When he finally let up, she was breathless again. He kissed all down her neck, making her skin tingle every time his lips, tongue, or teeth met her skin. She knew he would be able to smell her arousal, but she found herself not caring, due to the extreme pleasure he was bringing her.

Thanking the gods for front clasps when he reached her bra, Spike skillfully rid her of the garment. Once that was gone, his mouth sank hungrily to her breasts and Buffy could no longer suppress a moan, both Slayer and Vampire grateful for the long-awaited contact. While he nipped and sucked on her right nipple, his hand gently kneaded her left breast, his thumb teasing its peak.

Buffy tried desperately to reach down and run her hands through is hair or along his finely developed shoulders, but her arms wouldn’t move from their position above her head. She whimpered slightly at the lack of control and Spike looked up at her with a devilish glint in his smoldering eyes. ‘You’ve tortured me long enough, Slayer. It’s been Hell not being able to touch you, not to feel your heat. Now it’s your turn, love. I’m doing the torturing.’ He winked once and went back to work.

Buffy threw her head back against the pillow, frustrated, but loving every second of it. Spike had moved from her breasts down to her stomach, but she could tell he was getting anxious. She sighed in relief at this, thinking she wouldn’t be able to take much more. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, along her stomach, on her thighs, on her breasts, on her shoulders, holding her hand, their fingers intertwined. Then she felt his hands concentrate on one area, as they made their way downwards to rid her of her last piece of clothing.

Starting at her hips, Spike followed the small pair of lavender lace panties with his tongue, making a path along the searing skin with his cool kiss. When they reached her ankles, he pulled them off, kissed the right ankle, then the left, and then spread her legs apart, taking a step in the right direction as far as Buffy was concerned. She was aching with need, unable to pull him towards her, and excitement flowed through her as he met her eyes. He crawled back up her body, looking remarkably like a jungle cat stalking its prey. She moaned in protest as he stopped halfway up, dipping his head and kissing right below her belly button. He couldn’t suppress another devious grin at her response, accompanied by a low growl. ‘Just relax, love.’ He leaned in and laid a chaste kiss on her inner thigh, ‘This might take awhile.’

Buffy groaned and laid her head back, in frustration. She couldn’t help how worked up she was and she was getting a little testy with the mischievous vampire who was peppering kisses on her thighs, teasing her, making her hate him and want him with every kiss. She was about to start yelling when she felt his tongue lightly flick at her sensitive nub. The Slayer gasped in surprise at how good his cold tongue felt against the most fiery part of her body.

He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes dancing with desire and firelight. He smirked at her, obviously pleased with himself. He watched her writhe in need for a moment, completely enjoying his power over her, before leaning back in and continuing his efforts.

It was only a few moments before Buffy was begging him for release, and he backed off. She let out a low moan in objection, never wanting him to stop. He let her catch her breath before laying another light kiss on her stomach and prowling back up to meet Buffy’s mouth in a crushing battle of tongue and lips, letting her taste herself.

When it ended, she looked deep into his eyes and saw only love and passion, not just lust and mockery as she feared. She truly believed that Spike’s proclamation of love was somehow just a plot, until this very moment. ‘You can move now,’ her inner-mind Spike told her.

Before the thought was complete in her mind, she had laid a hand on his cheek, running her thumb across the sharp edges, which seemed so much softer in the romantic setting. He saw in her eyes barely a glint of the mischievous twinkle that resided in his own and before he knew it, the blonde vampire was thrown on his back and pinned on the bed.

"MY turn," the Slayer proclaimed, roughly pushing her prey back onto the bed when he tried to flip her back. She straddled his hips, sitting up, suddenly very unhappy that he still adorned his black leather pants. "Hmmm…what can we do about this?" She raked her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving small red marks in their wake, and eliciting a pleasure-filled rumble low in the vampire’s chest. She then ran her hands down the front of his trousers; loving the growl she heard and the hardness under her touch. She ripped the pants open, popping all the buttons of the fly off. Standing, she went to his feet and pulled the damaged slacks off his body, leaving them both stark naked. She raised an eyebrow, approvingly, "Which answers the question is he a boxers or a briefs man?"

‘Definitely not a brief man…’ Spike’s thick accent filled her head again, and again she had the feeling of being drunk. ‘Lay back down.’ Again, she followed his commands without question, but she wasn’t happy about it. She had enjoyed the short-lived moment of control and now it was lost again.

She lay back down and he settled himself over her again, his excitement evident against her leg. ‘Sorry, love, no power for you. Tonight is about your pleasure, which means I get to control it all.’ He trapped her legs with his and restrained her arms above her head again. His eyes were wide with lust and again his tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip seductively. ‘Be a good kitty and I’ll let you up. If not, we’ll see if you like it rough.’ He ground himself against her to emphasize his point and his smirk returned as she moaned approvingly. He let go of her arms, which immediately tried to flip him again. He laughed out loud, but had her pinned again in no time. ‘So it’s going to be like that, is it Slayer?’

This time when their lips met it was not gentle, but bruising, all the heat and passion and desire both of them felt towards each other poured into it, making Buffy’s body quiver with pleasure. A random thought broke through the haze of gratification, ‘If he can do all that with just a kiss…’

Before the thought could develop, Spike had again taken his body from hers and was hovering above her. ‘Again. Say it again, Buffy.’ The need to be reassured shone through his heavy-lidded eyes, making Buffy want to tell him she loved him, even though she didn’t. Or at least, she didn’t think she did.

"Spike, I care about you. And I want this." That was true. She hadn’t realized it before, but this whole thing wasn’t just about getting physical with the sexy Brit. She had feelings for him. His eyes held knowing for the split second before he entered her.

Then neither of them knew anything beyond the sensation of the other’s body. At first, neither could move, Spike not wanting to ruin the moment so quickly, Buffy so shocked at how good he felt inside her. They lay motionless until Spike felt he had himself under control. Then they slowly began to rock, finding their rhythm. As the pace increased, Buffy found herself arching against him and closing her eyes, just lost in the feel of Spike’s cold muscular body surrounding her.

‘Look at me.’ The sharp tone in her head caused her eyes to snap open. His eyes searched hers intensely, looking panicked until their glances met. Then his features softened again, with love. He slowed to an almost painful pace, drawing out every second of her satisfaction.

She looked at him with pure and utter desperation, "Please, Spike," never breaking their gaze. With that simple demand, the blonde vampire increased his tempo until neither of them could muster a thought in their head. Spike leaned in and kissed Buffy harshly, neither of them closing their eyes. Suddenly, the Slayer was ambushed by her climax, which sent her screaming Spike’s name over the edge. Her entire body shook as lightning bolts of ecstasy tore through her.

Buffy lay shuddering beneath her vampire lover, riding the waves of her peak, when she noticed that Spike was still inside her, still hard, still rocking slowly in and out of her. She touched his brow, furrowed with no release, and slowly pulled his head down to hers in a tender kiss.

Shocking herself almost as much as she shocked him, she rolled them over, staying on top and joined with the other blonde. "I’ve had my pleasure. If that’s what this was all about, I could just split now," she teased him, looking down into his stormy blue eyes, which widened momentarily at the thought of her just leaving. "But I won’t." She continued to ride him slowly, never increasing her pace, though the pressure inside her was building again. "On one condition…" She waited for him to ask what her condition was. Her pace was torturous, she knew, and it was so much fun.

She didn’t have to wait long for his voice to sound in her mind, ‘Anything, love. Anything.’

She smiled wickedly. "I am in control now. I want you to say it. Out loud. I am in control."

He hesitated for a split second and she all but stopped moving against him. Suddenly his voice sounded from below her. "You’ve got it, you’re in control!"

The Slayer felt overwhelming power surge through her. She had never been this way in bed before, always submissive, calm, and even shy. This whole experience was different, and so much better. She loved having the ability to reduce a man to begging, to control his body’s reactions, and she loved to watch his face change from pain to pleasure with each thrust.

Buffy sped up, manipulating her lover’s moans and growls. She was still straddling him, completely lost in the act, when she was ambushed and rolled onto her back. He laughed playfully again, nipping at her neck. She would have protested if it didn’t feel so good.

As they both neared their climaxes, Spike leaned in and bit Buffy’s neck. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain and the act sent her over the edge with Spike right behind her. Both came violently, moaning the other’s name, and their mouths met in another kiss, more gentle this time as they came down from the natural high.

Spike had barely begun to purr contentedly and was lapping lovingly at the small wounds he had created, while Buffy was silently absorbing all of the ‘I love you,’ thoughts her in-mind-Spike was sending her, when the two of them simultaneously woke up on completely different ends of town. The Slayer in her bed on Revello and the vampire on the bier in his crypt.

Buffy woke up breathless, with Spike’s name on her lips and his voice still whispering ‘I love you,’ in her head. Taking in her surroundings, she sat back against her pillows, feeling sated and relaxed, as though she’d spent hours making love. Catching her breath, she thought about her dream. "The third one in three days," she told herself, with a small smile. She’d had one dream every night since she kissed Spike in his crypt after his torture session with Glory. She still wasn’t sure why she’d done it, he just looked so thrashed and he was sitting there saying it was all for the love of her…she just couldn’t help herself. It was just a thank you, she tried to tell herself, but now she was having dreams about him, about those lips of his…

This last dream had been drastically different from the other two, however. The first two started out the same as the third, but in them, Buffy had continued to deny to Spike how much her body called for him. She’d woken up both nights feeling frustrated and wound tight and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep. Her smile widened slightly at the thought of Spike in those black leather pants with his hair all tousled. "He did look yummy," she mused aloud. She thought about how she’d felt when she admitted she wanted him in the dream; free and light, as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It had felt right. As had the sex. That was a whole different type of right that she wasn’t sure she wanted to think about just yet.

The Slayer lay back down, enjoying the relaxed calm that the dream had brought. It was then, in a happy post-making-love-with-Spike-in-a-dream glow, that the petite blonde realized maybe he was right. Maybe there was something between them. What had his words been? ‘Heat. Desire…it’s not pretty, but its real.’ Closing her eyes, smile still affixed on her mouth, Buffy thought, ‘You just might be right, Spike.’

As she drifted back to sleep, she decided she would talk to the bleached vampire about all this, once the deal with Glory was finished. When they had time to relax, she would give him a chance, for once.

***

Across town, Spike was thoughtfully smoking his second cigarette. He had awoken at the same time as Buffy, from an equally erotic dream. He too had woken with a name on his lips; the Slayer’s to be exact. He too had had the other two dreams and had woken up frustrated and anxious. But as he sat back and thought about the dream he’d just had, a small smirk played on his lips.

He felt completely satisfied as though it had actually happened. He knew it was just a dream, but that was how he wanted it to be in real life. He wanted to seduce her until she realized how much she wanted him, too. He wanted to have complete control over her, but he’d also enjoyed the part of the dream where she’d surprised him, taking over and reducing him to a blubbering fool.

The vampire understood that she just needed time to find the feelings he was sure she was hiding, and as he drifted back to sleep, he decided he would let her have as much time as she needed to realize them. When they had time to relax, she would come to her senses, for once.

"Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends?"
- ‘One Day I’ll Fly Away’ – Nicole Kidman, Moulin Rouge


Part 2: Embraced

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