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Love is Blind
"Blind and naked"
-- Alfred Tennyson
"I want you."
Spike froze. "You what?"
Buffy licked her lips, having to force the words out through the fear that was threatening to overwhelm her. She hadn't thought it would be this difficult.
"I...I..." It wasn't working. She couldn't seem to make herself say it. Not again.
Spike eyed her for a long moment, then slowly began to move forward, the pain on his face beginning to dissolve. And something else was taking up residence there. Disbelief. Shock. And then anticipation. And hunger. A predatory gleam appeared in his eyes and Buffy instinctively took a step back, swallowing hard. He was stalking her, she realized, like some big cat. She moved away again, her heart-rate increasing. This was a mistake. She should never have come here. She should just go and...
...and then he was on her, moving as fast as she had ever seen him. One hand twisted roughly in her hair, pulling her head back and baring her throat to him while the other wrapped tightly around her right wrist, holding away the stake that had suddenly materialized in her hand.
Buffy could have fought him, could have pulled free...but something inside wouldn't let her. For a long moment she stared at him, frozen, her heart racing -- then Spike gave the weapon a slow, sideways glance, a wolfish grin appearing on his face.
"You gonna use that?"
Was she? No. Probably not. Maybe.
She didn't answer him. "Let me go," Buffy said instead, as forcefully as she could.
He lowered his voice. "That really what you want?"
A long pause. A really long pause. Entire civilizations rose and fell while Buffy stood there, her chest heaving. And finally, staring into the vampire's eyes, the Slayer loosened her grip, allowing the weapon to fall to the ground beside her.
And, as quickly as that, Spike had seized her and swung her around, slamming her up against the crypt wall. Buffy gasped at the impact...then froze as he traced one fingertip along the side of her jaw and down her throat, dipping even lower until it was just inside her shirt. She shivered but still made no effort to move.
"Tell me what you want," the vampire whispered, his voice hot and seductive, his mouth close to her ear.
The Slayer licked her lips nervously, watching as he moved back enough to look into her eyes... And in that moment she reached a decision.
"I want you," Buffy said at last. "Hard. Now. Inside me."
And, as if that was what he had been waiting for, Spike abruptly reached for her shirt, yanking it over her head in one quick movement and tossing it onto the ground. Cool air met Buffy's suddenly exposed flesh and she shivered... the shiver becoming a deep shudder as Spike tore away her lacy bra.
"You want hard," he said, his voice rough. "I'll give you hard."
And then he bent his head to her breast, his mouth closing around it, sucking and pulling, his teeth almost, but not quite, breaking the skin. Buffy gasped, one hand going to the back of his neck, holding him against her while his left hand plunged inside her leather pants, delving deeply.
Automatically, the Slayer spread her legs, just a little, giving him better access. She was panting in earnest now, her heart pounding as her body tried to keep up with this sudden assault on her senses. The fingers of her left hand curled tightly in Spike's hair while her other arm went across his back, running across his corded muscles. Then, with no warning at all, he plunged two fingers inside her, as far as they would go. Buffy stiffened and inhaled sharply, her head arching back even further.
"That's not gonna save you now."
Spike withdrew his fingers part way, then plunged them into her again...and tremors began to go through the Slayer, her legs starting to shake uncontrollably.
"Spike..." It came out as a moan.
He withdrew his hand, his fingers wet, and Buffy whimpered. Then, not pausing, he undid her pants and yanked them, along with her underwear, partway down her thighs.
She was almost completely naked, Buffy realized dimly, while he was still fully clothed. Weakly she reached for his t-shirt -- but he batted her hands away, his mouth descending ruthlessly on hers while his hand went to the zipper of his own jeans.
It was a complete invasion. Spike's tongue was thrusting forward, past her lips while his free hand returned to her breast, tightening around it, almost to the point of pain, his thumb running over her nipple. And then his jeans were undone, pushed down just enough to free his erection, its hardness pressing insistently against her.
She wasn't going to be able to stop this, Buffy recognized distantly. She was at a complete disadvantage, pressed against the wall like this, her leather pants effectively binding her legs while Spike's weight held the rest of her prisoner. She might be able to stop him, if she really tried...if she really wanted to. He might even stop if she asked him...but she didn't know for certain. And the not knowing, the realization that she wasn't the one in control anymore, that he could do what he liked...
Oh god. It was a turn on. And it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Angel had been a tender lover. Riley had been kind and loving but had lacked her strength and stamina. Parker was just a mistake. But this -- this was pure force and aggression, primal in its intensity. Dangerous.
Moving even more swiftly now, Spike seized both her wrists, pinning them against the wall beside her head...and then, with one savage move, he drove himself completely inside her. The Slayer convulsed almost instantly, calling out his name. Supernovae seemed to be exploding behind her eyes while great tremors racked her body. And through it all, the vampire held himself back -- filling her, stretching her as she had never been stretched before...but hardly moving.
An eternity or two passed while Buffy was rocked with pleasure. Finally though, the shocks began to subside, just a little, and she managed to open her eyes, trying to focus. Her head was resting on Spike's shoulder, she realized, her hands still pinned behind her...and he was moving again now, withdrawing almost completely. Then he slammed back into her so that her body rocked back with the force of it, her back hitting the wall with each thrust. And Buffy moaned, unable to do much for the moment except hold on.
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