Touch Me Right There
By Jane Davitt
Sequel to The Scent Of Water; part of The Sense Series
I wrote a fic called 'The Scent Of Water' and some people asked for more.
As it ended with Spike naked, I can't say I blame them. That story was
about a vampire's sense of smell and I thought it might be fun to do some
more fics about the other senses to link with it. No plot, just interludes
as they enjoy each other.
Buffy lay on top of the red quilt, sprawled on her stomach and relaxed, her
head pillowed on her folded arms. Spike lay beside her, lazily tracing
patterns on the smooth curves of her back with the palm of his hand. "That
tickles!" she protested drowsily.
"Want to be scratched instead, do you?" he purred. "Fine by me." He used
his nails on her, enjoying the way she arched her back with sensual
pleasure and murmured encouragement as he hit the right spots. His own back
and shoulders had been scratched earlier but in a less controlled way. He
had felt his skin tear under her nails, scented the blood that she had
coaxed from his body. He had been very brave about it afterwards of course,
and when she'd insisted on kissing the marks better, well, he hadn't wanted
to argue with her. Not tonight.
"So," she said. "I guess I smell of you now, huh?" She rolled over onto her
back and looked up at him, hazel eyes shining in the candlelight and he
felt a stab of despairing love. She wasn't challenging him, accusing him or
threatening him. She was looking at him as if she cared and it filled him
with a bewildered joy and terror.
"I can't tell where you start and I finish, love," he said honestly,
bending to nuzzle at her neck, biting down softly and feeling her respond,
languor giving way to lust, a cycle they had repeated so many times that
"So your nose is useless now," she said teasingly, reaching up and tapping
it with a finger. He snapped at it and missed, growling as she waved it
slowly in front of him, taunting him. Making an effort, though he felt so
relaxed he didn't want to do anything but lie beside her, he tried again
and managed to capture it between his teeth. She didn't struggle to free it
and he began to suck and lick, swirling his tongue around it, scraping his
teeth down it with the lightest of pressure. "Is this a tutorial?" she
asked, forming the words with difficulty as desire began to take possession
of a body she had thought sated.
He kissed her palm and smiled at her. "Like you need one. Or have you
forgotten making me beg when you were down there having your shameless,
wicked way with me?"
She giggled, and he drank in the sound. Had he ever heard her giggle
before? He was sure he would have remembered. Her face was solemn too much.
Making her laugh almost gave him more pleasure than making her choke out
those gasping, desperate pleas for more of everything he had to give.
Almost. "You don't mind admitting it? Some men might be all - reserved
He looked at her, his thoughts stormy for a moment. Some men. That probably
meant soldier boy. Repressed wanker. Probably never did it with the lights
on. "Love, compared to what Dr - umm. Forget it."
She pulled a face. "You were going to say the 'D' word, weren't you? Well,
go on. She was a part of your life for so long; I guess it's hard not to
mention her now that we're talking not fighting."
He grinned. "Is this generosity just so you can mention your two lovers
without me going off in a huff?"
"Three," she corrected and then grimaced. "Not that I'm ever likely to
"Who? Oh, him! I ever run into that joker and he's going to be missing -"
"Keep talking," she said, squirming against him. "Somehow the thought of
him getting hurt - wait, missing what?"
He told her.
"Spike! I thought you were going to say, teeth - or blood - or, well, he
"He can keep then in a jar when I'm done with him," muttered Spike.
"Anyway, what were you saying about Dru?" she said, wondering if it was a
good idea to ask but unable to resist.
"Huh? Oh - nothing much. Just that you had me begging you not to stop.
Other way round with her when she got - playful." Something anguished
flickered deep in his eyes and she hugged him hard, protectively, suddenly
not wanting any more details.
"Anyway, stop changing the subject. Your famous vampire senses are down
one. What's left?"
He pursed his lips and studied her, lying within his arms, hair a tangle of
curls, lips kissed into ripeness, skin imprinted with a thousand invisible
caresses from his hands and lips. "Looks like I've got you well and truly
caught. Don't need them now, do I?"
"It's an attitude like that that could get you in trouble, mister," she
scolded. "This is me lulling you, getting ready to pounce. You need to stay
"Oh, well in that case -" He thought for a moment. "Touch."
"That's not something you've got that's better than a human!" she said
scornfully. "I thought you'd say hearing or something."
He pushed away and knelt beside her, hands on his thighs, knees slightly
apart. Buffy let her gaze wander over a body that looked good in clothes
and better without, and wondered if drooling was undignified. Her eyes went
further down and she decided that dignity was over rated. She reached out
for him but he held up a hand, warding her off. "No," he said sternly.
"This is you trying to lull me remember? I'm on to you now."
"No, you're not," Buffy complained, lying back down and eying him
hopefully. Yes, that was a definite twitch.
"I'm going to show you just how good my touch is, Slayer, so stop trying to
"I know that already," she pointed out, not caring if she fed his vanity.
She owed him some compliments after months of rejection.
He grinned, blue eyes sparkling, head tilted as he watched her pout. For
someone with no mirror, he'd developed some devastatingly effective
expressions. Buffy whimpered, all sense of shame lost without regret. "When
you look at me like that -"
"Won't be a problem in a minute, Slayer." He rolled off the bed and went to
a chest that was tucked away in the corner of the room. After rummaging in
it for a moment, giving Buffy an excellent opportunity to admire the view
and enjoy a primitive thrill, tinged with guilt, at the claw marks marring
his back, he returned, holding a length of black satin, glossy and heavy.
He got onto the bed and tossed it to her.
"What is this?" She ran it through her fingers, letting the slippery
material flow over her stomach, shivering at the cool sensation on her
flesh. Spike's hands had taught her to like that feeling very quickly.
"Scarf for a blindfold," he said matter of factly. "Though there's three
more in there that I can put to good use later for something else."
Buffy's eyes moved speculatively to the sturdy posts at head and footboard
of the bed. There was a short pause as each imagined the other lying bound
and helpless. Spike must have guessed her thoughts because he said, "We can
toss a coin, see who goes first." He got a thoughtful nod in response and
wondered if he wanted to win or lose. Choices, choices -
"So, I blindfold you and then what?" Buffy asked curiously.
He blinked and then smiled slowly. "You take my hand and put it on you and
I have to guess which part of your body it is."
She frowned. "Too easy," she objected. "Anyone could do that."
He shrugged. "We'll see how well you do then, but fair enough. How about I
use just one fingertip? If I guess, let's see, five out of five right, you
admit you were wrong and vampires have better touch than humans?"
"No," said Buffy, eyes narrowing as the challenge was laid down. "If I
can't beat you, then I'll admit it, not before. Otherwise you could just be
doing something that anyone could do."
"Logical," he admitted. "Though I'm not sure a Slayer counts as normal as
She picked up the scarf, ignoring his comment, and looked around the room,
wondering how to set this up. "Lie back against the pillows," she
instructed. Amused by the way she was taking this so seriously, he obeyed.
Buffy, to whom losing was a bad habit to get into, had no intention of
letting him win this or any other game, but she was also getting turned on
by it. Kneeling by him as he lay propped against the head of the bed, she
gasped as he caressed her from breast to hip in one thoughtful stroke.
"Revising," he countered. "Perfectly acceptable."
She wrapped the folded material around her own eyes for a second, to check
how well it worked as a blindfold. Spike looked at her, admiring the way
the black band across her face emphasised the fair skin, and made the sound
that reminded Buffy of a lion purring before it pounced. Spike could do
things with his voice that made her legs go weak. Not that it was a problem
unless he did them when she wasn't lying down.
Suddenly feeling very vulnerable in her blindness, she snatched the scarf
off and moved closer. Tying the blindfold around his eyes brought her
breasts within easy reach of Spike's mouth and he took full advantage,
laving a nipple to hardness as he tasted her and making her hands tremble
as she tied the knot. She took revenge by leaning in to kiss him, making
sure that no part of her touched him but her lips, brushing his mouth with
delicate touches, feathering her tongue across his teeth. When he tried to
deepen the kiss, rearing up off the bed and reaching out blindly, she
backed away, studying him with a look so hungry that it would have made a
lesser man flinch. He felt it even through the blindfold and she watched
his lips curl in a smile so predatory that she shivered enjoyably,
wondering what it would be like to spar with him now that the dance would
inevitably end with him deep inside her.
"Stay still," she said, dragging her thoughts back to the game with an
effort. Deciding that he would get too many clues from the way the bed
moved as she shifted position, she got off it and walked around to stand by
him. In silence she reached for his left hand, squeezing it gently and then
wrapping her fingers around his index finger. With Slayer agility, it was
easy enough to balance on one foot and place his finger tip against the
sole of her other foot, raised to waist height.
Spike pressed gently against her skin. This was an easy one. Definitely
lulling him. The slight roughness of the skin, an indefinable sense of
thickness - "Bottom of your foot," he said.
He was trying to be fair, trying not to use any other sense but touch, but
it was difficult. He was used to taking in and using all the information
his body could collect and ignoring some of it seemed wrong. His finger was
moved again, this time to a sharp point of bone under a thin layer of skin
that shifted as he touched it. "Elbow."
Buffy smiled. Yes, they were easy ones but he had used up all his chances
now. Catching her lip between her teeth, she drew his finger to her inner
thigh and let it rest there, trying not to tense a muscle. Spike considered
his answer. The flesh was smooth, delicate. It wasn't an area that got
exposed much. He could feel the heat of her body above him and spoke
without conscious thought. "Inside of your leg," he said and flicked his
finger up, taking her by surprise. He heard her breath catch as he plunged
inside her for one split second and then she stepped back sharply,
He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face, couldn't resist
bringing the finger to his mouth to taste her. "That's three for three,
Buffy glared at him, arms folded and fingers tapping. That gave her an
idea. She squatted, moving slowly so he didn't feel even a slight breeze
from the displaced air, and took his finger again. Moving her free hand
away from her body, she placed his finger tip against one of her own,
holding it tightly so that it didn't slip off. She smiled in satisfaction.
That had confused him.
Spike had to admit defeat. "End of your nose?" he hazarded. A snort told
him that he'd failed and he sighed.
She took his hand for the last time and pressed into soft, yielding flesh.
Spike groaned inwardly. This could be so many places. He pushed a little
harder and felt muscle. Pressed again and heard her start to giggle. No
"That's a Slayer's ticklish tummy," he said confidently, ripping off the
blindfold. He stared in disbelief. His finger was pressed against her
cheek, an inch away from her smiling mouth.
"I think you need some anatomy lessons, Spike," she said demurely.
"Bloody right I do," he said, pulling her down on the bed.
Two hours later they were still playing and Spike was discovering his love
had a competitive streak as wide as a soccer field.
"Arm. Look, can we just -"
"Not yet. Here."
"Neck. I can feel the pulse."
"Tit. No, I don't know which one! Buffy, please!"
"Last one, I promise."
"Your backside and I'm going to spank it if you don't let me - Buffy! Come
back here, undo these bloody scarves and take off this blindfold! I give
in, O.K? "