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Forgive the typos. I finished this at 1:30 and I'm too lazy to read it again.
Title: The Final Night.
Rating: NC-17. Don’t read this if you aren’t an adult OR do a reasonable impression of an adult.
Spoilers: During Chosen.
Summary: Some mindless smut for my peeps.
A/N: There is a part where you’re going to have to willingly suspend your disbelief. You’ll know it when you see it. Just go with it.
“It’s been a long time,” Buffy muttered, looking at her feet, at the wall, at the ceiling, everywhere except Spike.
“Yeah,” he agreed softly, keeping his distance, doing his best to appear non-threatening. He didn’t want to scare her away, not when she was so close.
And she was so fucking close. She danced just beyond his fingertips. It seemed the only thing separating them was a net of gossamer, so fragile and fine, and it would take very little effort to break through. But which one of them was strong enough to do it?
“We did it wrong before,” she continued without looking up.
Spike thought of cracking wise, but kept his mouth shut. It seemed to him that they did everything exactly right. So he waited for her to do something, continue or walk away.
“I want to try again,” she finally said, and she took a step forward. Spike ached as she moved towards him, sensual yet bashful, forceful yet hesitant, desire dripping from her and coloring the air with a sort of red haze. She gently grabbed his hand, and Spike brought her fingers to his lips, caressing them with his lips. She didn’t pull away.
The amulet fell out of his other hand, and they both ignored it as it bounced off the floor. That wasn’t important now, even though both suspected deep down inside that this was goodbye, an end not a beginning. An unspoken communication passed between them when their eyes finally met, and both agreed to embrace the moment and leave the future out of it.
A fire had been simmering in Buffy for what felt like months. Every time she got within touching distance of Spike, the fire would flare to life and take her breath away. And now as he drew her into his arms, against his body, she thought it would consume her. And when he kissed her, she silently gave thanks that he was holding her so tight, because her knees turned to water.
She fell against him, and the kiss scorched her mouth. Spike didn’t waste time being hesitant. It was clear what she wanted and what he needed, and neither wanted to lose time by playing games. The stood, locked together, making up for months, years, of lost time. Silent words poured from their hearts.
I’m sorry.
Me too.
Don’t be.
Don’t stop.
I won’t.
Without breaking away, Spike pulled her shirt off. They both ignored the sound of fabric ripping. She grasped blindly for his pants, and struggled with the fly while he unclasped her bra.
“We should go slow,” he said against her lips when she broke away for breath. She nodded in agreement, but didn’t slow her frantic movements to divest him of his clothes. He didn’t slow either, and soon they were just forgotten rags tossed in the corner.
Buffy did pause then to study his body. To her horror, tears began to clog her throat. He was as beautiful as ever, but the goddamned scars were still there. He was marred in so many ways, and she couldn’t help but feel responsible. Would she be punished?
“They don’t hurt anymore.”
She reached out, her fingers lingering on his chest, tracing his faint scars. She traced an outline around his heart. Was that where the soul was? Her fingers moved smoothly down his taunt stomach, and danced shyly down the hard length of his cock. He shuddered in response, and she smiled.
They moved towards the cot together, and fell into it, a mess of frantic hands and excited gasps. Spike gently pushed her onto her back, and began an almost desperate exploration of her body. Using lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers he played her body like a finely tuned violin. He called forth notes of sublime music from her lips as he touched each one of her most sensitive spots in turn, giving them his full attention until every part of her ached with the sweetest pain.
The pleas for him started silently, but the more he ignored her requests, the louder they became. He finally offered a semblance of relief when he flicked his tongue across her aching and swollen clit. She almost exploded at the initial contact. She babbled and begged him to do it again, more, faster, harder, god, why did he keep stopping? But he expertly kept her at the brink or orgasm until she thought she would cry.
“I want to taste you,” Spike said softly. “Like this.” His tongue swept between her lips, lingered on her clitoris, then darted away again to find new areas to sample. Buffy thought about kicking him in the head.
“You’re killing me,” she gasped.
He looked up, all wide-eyed innocence and dark sensuality. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
“Because I can if you want.”
“No,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare.”
He chuckled softly, then set back to work. Buffy was so distracted by the million and one uses of his mouth that she didn’t even notice what his fingers were up too. She was so wet and ready for him that he easily slid two inside of her, and she sat straight up, a yell escaping her throat as he touched her most sensitive spot.
“Oh fuck, oh god, oh Spike, oh my god, oh my god, oh…oh…oh don’t stop doing that! Please!”
Spike continued to thrust his fingers into her as he devoted all of his attention to her clit, licking, sucking, and even biting gently. The pleasure built inside of her until it reached a crescendo, and she thought it would tear her apart. She shook around him, clenching and unclenching her muscles until finally she could relax. She collapsed on the cot, exhausted but not sated.
“Done?”
“No.”
Spike smiled wickedly. “Good.”
He crawled slowly up the bed, his eyes dancing. When he finally reached her mouth, he kissed her again. She eagerly licked her juices from his lips, then opened her mouth under his.
“What do you want, Buffy?”
The way he said her name was almost enough to make her cum again. Sex dripped from his voice and sent shivers down her spine. She could easily listen to him talk all night.
“I want you inside me,” she said boldly, honestly, without shame or remorse.
He slid into her quickly and easily, and she lifted her hips to meet him. He braced himself above her, and thrust into her slowly, languidly. Each movement resonated throughout her body. Spike studied her face while he moved, and she didn’t look away from his intense gaze.
She wrapped her legs around him, somehow not close enough. He peppered her face with kisses, nibbled on her neck gently, and kept his pace steady. He knew exactly what would drive her crazy. He moved fast enough to create the most delicious friction, but slow enough that she thought he would make her mad with need.
His name became a chant, rising in volume with each thrust. She felt complete with him inside of her, and her whole world was centered around his blue eyes, his sweet lips, his strong arms, his hips, his slow deliberate movements.
The next four orgasms hit her so quickly, and in such rapid succession, that she wasn’t prepared for them. She couldn’t even force sound past her throat and they crashed through body, rocking her body, every muscle quivering and quaking in response.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped.
“Not quite,” Spike smiled, then stopped moving. She almost screamed, but before she could protest, he flipped them around, settling her on his hips. “No need to be upset, ducks. Just freeing my hands.”
Finally allowed to set the pace, she rode him vigorously. Spike let her go, matching her every move. With one hand, he pinched her nipple and with the other, he rubber her clit. The simultaneous sensations set off the string of fireworks again, and she lost control. She could hear Spike telling her to be quiet, warning her that everybody could hear her between his own moans, but she didn’t care. Has it ever been like this before? She couldn’t remember anything like this. Nothing, nobody, nowhere in this world compared to the amazing, continuing absolute, undiluted bliss cascading through her body.
“Fast…er,” she choked out. Spike complied, and thrust up into her at an inhuman pace. “I…can’t…stop…cumming.”
“Keep going, baby,” Spike encouraged. “Keep going.” She’s going to be the death of me, Spike thought as she threw her head back. She’s going to kill me. Fuck. It was on that thought that he finally came, her hot tense muscles contracting all around him. She collapsed on top of him, and they both were completely still for several minutes.
“That was…wow,” Buffy finally muttered. “I mean, just…wow.”
“Me too.”
“I’m really tired.”
“Me too.”
“I want to go again.”
Spike laughed, “Me too. But I need a bit of time, luv.”
She pouted, “I’m ready again.’
“Aren’t you the greedy one? How many times do you need to cum?”
She shrugged, “I’ll tell you when I get there.”
“Let me up for a minute, pet.”
She rolled off of him, though she found it very difficult to move. It was like her limbs were only partially attached to her body, and completely made of jelly. She let her eyes fall shut, resting them for a moment, and basking in the sugary sweet afterglow.
“You aren’t wimping out on me, are you Slayer?”
“Mmmmm, no.” Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped in shock. “What the hell is that?”
“What’s it look like?”
“It looks like something that can tear me in half.”
Spike studied the large, black dildo in his hand, then flickered his gaze across her body. “I think you can handle it.”
“Where did you get that thing?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Spike, you can’t use that thing on me!” It was huge.
“Why not? Told you, I need to take a break. Now relax.”
“Spike…”
He sat down on the edge of the cot and slipped his fingers between her legs. “If you want, we can go to sleep.”
“Gah.” She couldn’t stop him, even if she wanted to, and there was no way she wanted to.
“Just relax,” he repeated, and pushed her legs open. He pushed his fingers into her until they were well lubed, and then rubbed the juices all over the dildo. “Ready?”
She nodded, too curious and horny to really care. What was this power he had over her? She just simply could not get enough. It was almost as though she was storing as many memories as she could.
He forced the toy into her, and it touched in her places she didn’t even know existed. It stretched her and filled her until she gasped, whether from pain, pleasure, shock or a combination of a three, Spike couldn’t tell. He moved the plastic cock very slowly, allowing her enough time to accommodate it and get used to it. When she had completely relaxed around it, he began moving it inside of her. She didn’t know what he was doing down there. He wasn’t pushing it in and out, but it was vibrating through her entire body.
Buffy focused all her attention on the new sensations that were filling her. Spike moved slowly until she was confident that she was relaxed and enjoying herself, then gently glided one lubed finger into her ass.
In response, she thrashed around and bucked wildly. Part of her wanted to escape, but another part of her was rejoicing. This felt very, very good. Words and thoughts escaped her mind, and all that was left was a kaleidoscope of sensations and passionate colors. For the first time in five years, Buffy allowed herself to completely give up control. She handed it all over to Spike, and was carried away in an ocean of pure sensation.
Spike couldn’t help but be awestruck as he watched her. His hands moved automatically, because he couldn’t spare them a second thought. His complete attention was focused on her face, and the myriad of emotions that shone from her eyes, the pleasure reflected in her smile, the delicious sounds that tumbled from her lips frantically, incoherently, and unconsciously. He could honestly say in all of his century plus of existence that he had never witnessed a site quite so fulfilling and intoxicating as this.
He could watch her for hours, and it felt as though he did. Finally, her eyes flew open and met his, fully focused. “Woah,” she breathed.
“You want me to stop?”
“Getting sore.”
“What happened to that famous slayer stamina?”
“Tired.”
He smiled and slowly pulled his finger out of her, and then the toy. He tossed it aside without a second glance. “Satisfied?”
She nodded vigorously.
“Do you want more?”
“Want sleep. Brain no work good.”
He stretched out next to her, and she curled into him, and wrapped her arms and legs around him. There wasn’t even an inch of space between them, which is just exactly how Spike liked it.
She fell asleep almost immediately, and Spike placed one final kiss on the top of her head. “I love you, Buffy.”
Buffy smiled and tried to snuggle closer. She looked utterly content. Well, you would be too, Spike thought with a grin, If you just had twenty orgasms. Bet the Poofter couldn’t do that for her.
Spike eventually fell asleep, the satisfied grin lingering on his face even as he drifted into dreams of the upcoming battle. No matter what happened, nobody could take that night from them.
Title: The Final Night.
Rating: NC-17. Don’t read this if you aren’t an adult OR do a reasonable impression of an adult.
Spoilers: During Chosen.
Summary: Some mindless smut for my peeps.
A/N: There is a part where you’re going to have to willingly suspend your disbelief. You’ll know it when you see it. Just go with it.
“It’s been a long time,” Buffy muttered, looking at her feet, at the wall, at the ceiling, everywhere except Spike.
“Yeah,” he agreed softly, keeping his distance, doing his best to appear non-threatening. He didn’t want to scare her away, not when she was so close.
And she was so fucking close. She danced just beyond his fingertips. It seemed the only thing separating them was a net of gossamer, so fragile and fine, and it would take very little effort to break through. But which one of them was strong enough to do it?
“We did it wrong before,” she continued without looking up.
Spike thought of cracking wise, but kept his mouth shut. It seemed to him that they did everything exactly right. So he waited for her to do something, continue or walk away.
“I want to try again,” she finally said, and she took a step forward. Spike ached as she moved towards him, sensual yet bashful, forceful yet hesitant, desire dripping from her and coloring the air with a sort of red haze. She gently grabbed his hand, and Spike brought her fingers to his lips, caressing them with his lips. She didn’t pull away.
The amulet fell out of his other hand, and they both ignored it as it bounced off the floor. That wasn’t important now, even though both suspected deep down inside that this was goodbye, an end not a beginning. An unspoken communication passed between them when their eyes finally met, and both agreed to embrace the moment and leave the future out of it.
A fire had been simmering in Buffy for what felt like months. Every time she got within touching distance of Spike, the fire would flare to life and take her breath away. And now as he drew her into his arms, against his body, she thought it would consume her. And when he kissed her, she silently gave thanks that he was holding her so tight, because her knees turned to water.
She fell against him, and the kiss scorched her mouth. Spike didn’t waste time being hesitant. It was clear what she wanted and what he needed, and neither wanted to lose time by playing games. The stood, locked together, making up for months, years, of lost time. Silent words poured from their hearts.
I’m sorry.
Me too.
Don’t be.
Don’t stop.
I won’t.
Without breaking away, Spike pulled her shirt off. They both ignored the sound of fabric ripping. She grasped blindly for his pants, and struggled with the fly while he unclasped her bra.
“We should go slow,” he said against her lips when she broke away for breath. She nodded in agreement, but didn’t slow her frantic movements to divest him of his clothes. He didn’t slow either, and soon they were just forgotten rags tossed in the corner.
Buffy did pause then to study his body. To her horror, tears began to clog her throat. He was as beautiful as ever, but the goddamned scars were still there. He was marred in so many ways, and she couldn’t help but feel responsible. Would she be punished?
“They don’t hurt anymore.”
She reached out, her fingers lingering on his chest, tracing his faint scars. She traced an outline around his heart. Was that where the soul was? Her fingers moved smoothly down his taunt stomach, and danced shyly down the hard length of his cock. He shuddered in response, and she smiled.
They moved towards the cot together, and fell into it, a mess of frantic hands and excited gasps. Spike gently pushed her onto her back, and began an almost desperate exploration of her body. Using lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers he played her body like a finely tuned violin. He called forth notes of sublime music from her lips as he touched each one of her most sensitive spots in turn, giving them his full attention until every part of her ached with the sweetest pain.
The pleas for him started silently, but the more he ignored her requests, the louder they became. He finally offered a semblance of relief when he flicked his tongue across her aching and swollen clit. She almost exploded at the initial contact. She babbled and begged him to do it again, more, faster, harder, god, why did he keep stopping? But he expertly kept her at the brink or orgasm until she thought she would cry.
“I want to taste you,” Spike said softly. “Like this.” His tongue swept between her lips, lingered on her clitoris, then darted away again to find new areas to sample. Buffy thought about kicking him in the head.
“You’re killing me,” she gasped.
He looked up, all wide-eyed innocence and dark sensuality. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
“Because I can if you want.”
“No,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare.”
He chuckled softly, then set back to work. Buffy was so distracted by the million and one uses of his mouth that she didn’t even notice what his fingers were up too. She was so wet and ready for him that he easily slid two inside of her, and she sat straight up, a yell escaping her throat as he touched her most sensitive spot.
“Oh fuck, oh god, oh Spike, oh my god, oh my god, oh…oh…oh don’t stop doing that! Please!”
Spike continued to thrust his fingers into her as he devoted all of his attention to her clit, licking, sucking, and even biting gently. The pleasure built inside of her until it reached a crescendo, and she thought it would tear her apart. She shook around him, clenching and unclenching her muscles until finally she could relax. She collapsed on the cot, exhausted but not sated.
“Done?”
“No.”
Spike smiled wickedly. “Good.”
He crawled slowly up the bed, his eyes dancing. When he finally reached her mouth, he kissed her again. She eagerly licked her juices from his lips, then opened her mouth under his.
“What do you want, Buffy?”
The way he said her name was almost enough to make her cum again. Sex dripped from his voice and sent shivers down her spine. She could easily listen to him talk all night.
“I want you inside me,” she said boldly, honestly, without shame or remorse.
He slid into her quickly and easily, and she lifted her hips to meet him. He braced himself above her, and thrust into her slowly, languidly. Each movement resonated throughout her body. Spike studied her face while he moved, and she didn’t look away from his intense gaze.
She wrapped her legs around him, somehow not close enough. He peppered her face with kisses, nibbled on her neck gently, and kept his pace steady. He knew exactly what would drive her crazy. He moved fast enough to create the most delicious friction, but slow enough that she thought he would make her mad with need.
His name became a chant, rising in volume with each thrust. She felt complete with him inside of her, and her whole world was centered around his blue eyes, his sweet lips, his strong arms, his hips, his slow deliberate movements.
The next four orgasms hit her so quickly, and in such rapid succession, that she wasn’t prepared for them. She couldn’t even force sound past her throat and they crashed through body, rocking her body, every muscle quivering and quaking in response.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped.
“Not quite,” Spike smiled, then stopped moving. She almost screamed, but before she could protest, he flipped them around, settling her on his hips. “No need to be upset, ducks. Just freeing my hands.”
Finally allowed to set the pace, she rode him vigorously. Spike let her go, matching her every move. With one hand, he pinched her nipple and with the other, he rubber her clit. The simultaneous sensations set off the string of fireworks again, and she lost control. She could hear Spike telling her to be quiet, warning her that everybody could hear her between his own moans, but she didn’t care. Has it ever been like this before? She couldn’t remember anything like this. Nothing, nobody, nowhere in this world compared to the amazing, continuing absolute, undiluted bliss cascading through her body.
“Fast…er,” she choked out. Spike complied, and thrust up into her at an inhuman pace. “I…can’t…stop…cumming.”
“Keep going, baby,” Spike encouraged. “Keep going.” She’s going to be the death of me, Spike thought as she threw her head back. She’s going to kill me. Fuck. It was on that thought that he finally came, her hot tense muscles contracting all around him. She collapsed on top of him, and they both were completely still for several minutes.
“That was…wow,” Buffy finally muttered. “I mean, just…wow.”
“Me too.”
“I’m really tired.”
“Me too.”
“I want to go again.”
Spike laughed, “Me too. But I need a bit of time, luv.”
She pouted, “I’m ready again.’
“Aren’t you the greedy one? How many times do you need to cum?”
She shrugged, “I’ll tell you when I get there.”
“Let me up for a minute, pet.”
She rolled off of him, though she found it very difficult to move. It was like her limbs were only partially attached to her body, and completely made of jelly. She let her eyes fall shut, resting them for a moment, and basking in the sugary sweet afterglow.
“You aren’t wimping out on me, are you Slayer?”
“Mmmmm, no.” Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped in shock. “What the hell is that?”
“What’s it look like?”
“It looks like something that can tear me in half.”
Spike studied the large, black dildo in his hand, then flickered his gaze across her body. “I think you can handle it.”
“Where did you get that thing?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Spike, you can’t use that thing on me!” It was huge.
“Why not? Told you, I need to take a break. Now relax.”
“Spike…”
He sat down on the edge of the cot and slipped his fingers between her legs. “If you want, we can go to sleep.”
“Gah.” She couldn’t stop him, even if she wanted to, and there was no way she wanted to.
“Just relax,” he repeated, and pushed her legs open. He pushed his fingers into her until they were well lubed, and then rubbed the juices all over the dildo. “Ready?”
She nodded, too curious and horny to really care. What was this power he had over her? She just simply could not get enough. It was almost as though she was storing as many memories as she could.
He forced the toy into her, and it touched in her places she didn’t even know existed. It stretched her and filled her until she gasped, whether from pain, pleasure, shock or a combination of a three, Spike couldn’t tell. He moved the plastic cock very slowly, allowing her enough time to accommodate it and get used to it. When she had completely relaxed around it, he began moving it inside of her. She didn’t know what he was doing down there. He wasn’t pushing it in and out, but it was vibrating through her entire body.
Buffy focused all her attention on the new sensations that were filling her. Spike moved slowly until she was confident that she was relaxed and enjoying herself, then gently glided one lubed finger into her ass.
In response, she thrashed around and bucked wildly. Part of her wanted to escape, but another part of her was rejoicing. This felt very, very good. Words and thoughts escaped her mind, and all that was left was a kaleidoscope of sensations and passionate colors. For the first time in five years, Buffy allowed herself to completely give up control. She handed it all over to Spike, and was carried away in an ocean of pure sensation.
Spike couldn’t help but be awestruck as he watched her. His hands moved automatically, because he couldn’t spare them a second thought. His complete attention was focused on her face, and the myriad of emotions that shone from her eyes, the pleasure reflected in her smile, the delicious sounds that tumbled from her lips frantically, incoherently, and unconsciously. He could honestly say in all of his century plus of existence that he had never witnessed a site quite so fulfilling and intoxicating as this.
He could watch her for hours, and it felt as though he did. Finally, her eyes flew open and met his, fully focused. “Woah,” she breathed.
“You want me to stop?”
“Getting sore.”
“What happened to that famous slayer stamina?”
“Tired.”
He smiled and slowly pulled his finger out of her, and then the toy. He tossed it aside without a second glance. “Satisfied?”
She nodded vigorously.
“Do you want more?”
“Want sleep. Brain no work good.”
He stretched out next to her, and she curled into him, and wrapped her arms and legs around him. There wasn’t even an inch of space between them, which is just exactly how Spike liked it.
She fell asleep almost immediately, and Spike placed one final kiss on the top of her head. “I love you, Buffy.”
Buffy smiled and tried to snuggle closer. She looked utterly content. Well, you would be too, Spike thought with a grin, If you just had twenty orgasms. Bet the Poofter couldn’t do that for her.
Spike eventually fell asleep, the satisfied grin lingering on his face even as he drifted into dreams of the upcoming battle. No matter what happened, nobody could take that night from them.