Long Way From Home - Chapter 33

Buffy pulled the door open, Willow and Oz beamed at her. Ushering them in, Buffy settled them on one of the couches and turned to watch Spike. He was walking over to them, his hands laden with drinks. Buffy smiled dreamily and sighed, he grinned as he passed her.

"So, what we doing?" Willow watched Buffy rifling through the DVDs.

"Well, the way things seem to happen around here is--Spike puts on a movie and we all fall asleep. It's like his DVD player emits this low frequency signal that makes us all drowsy." Buffy giggled.

"Sounds like fun. I could use a good sleep."

"Uh huh…" Buffy raised her brows and watched her friend blush.

Putting the DVD into the player, Buffy watched it slide in and bounced over to Spike. When she neared him, Spike pulled her down onto the couch and bit her neck playfully. Buffy wriggled in his lap, and then paused as their eyes met.

"Steady on kitten." Spike purred up at her and it was her turn to blush.

Slipping off his lap, Buffy curled up on the couch next to him, sitting sideways and letting her legs rest over his. Spike watched her, she snuggled up to his chest and he sighed.


Two movies later and midnight had been, and gone. Willow yawned and stretched where she sat on the couch. Oz smiled at her as she made a little noise in her throat.

"Sleepy?" Oz ran his fingers down her red hair.

"Little." Willow slipped her hand into his and pulled him up off the couch. "Bed time methinks."

"Couldn't agree more." Buffy lay back on the sofa and stretched, Spike stared at the thin strip of stomach that was exposed to him.

Standing up, Buffy offered her hand to Spike and he took it. It had been almost a week since she'd broken up with Angel; there had been a few phone calls from him but nothing more than that. Now she was finally getting to sleep next to Spike again--the past few days had been hell on them. Both of them had wanted to spend each night together but neither of them had found the courage to tell the other one, so every night they had gone to bed alone.

Leading Spike to his bedroom, Buffy turned as she reached the entrance and smiled at him. Spike smiled back at her. Locking the door behind them, he watched her as she undressed. Her movements were slow and sensual, teasing him with each piece of clothing that she removed. He arched a brow at her intentions.

Pulling his t-shirt off over his head, Spike walked towards the bed and unbuckled his belt. As she slipped under the bed covers, Buffy took a moment to soak in the sight of him again. She'd missed the sight of his bare chest and stomach, his well-defined muscles dancing with every movement he made.

Unbuttoning his jeans, Spike shimmied them down and smiled when Buffy smiled at him. As he crawled under the covers next to her he flicked the lights off and the moon outside softly illuminated the darkened room.

Buffy decided to make the first move, rolling over onto her side she put her hand under the covers and softly traced his stomach muscles. Leaning over, she kissed him softly and her lips tingled as he started to kiss her back.

Spike's strong hands glided over her skin, barely skimming her thigh as he moved them towards her waist. Buffy sighed at the feeling of his skin touching hers. Pulling her flush against him, he slowed their kisses until they turned lazy and soft. Lips brushing each other's gently, they let their mood carry them along.

Buffy deepened the kisses, letting her tongue play with his as she ran her hand down his stomach. Fingers coming to rest on his cock, she teased it slowly into hardness. Spike moaned quietly into her mouth and cupped her breast.

Moving down the bed under the sheets, he kissed down her chest and pulled her soft nipple into his mouth. Nipping it gently, Spike suckled it until it firmed up. He pushed Buffy onto her back and applied his mouth to her other nipple, her fingers wound into his hair and she moaned softly.

Tenderly kissing and sucking on her stomach, Spike worked his way down further down, taking the covers with him and exposing Buffy's naked form to the pale moonlight. He ran his tongue around her navel as his fingers slipped into her enticingly wet folds, seeking out her clit he circled it gently. Buffy's fingers grasped him tighter and her knee rubbed against his cock. Spike smiled.

Positioning himself between her legs, Spike continued to kiss downwards until he reached the start of her trimmed curly hair. He looked up at her and sighed, she had her back arched and the blue light of the moon made her skin shine.

"Beautiful…" Spike breathed.

Buffy looked down at him, thankful that he was looking up at her and not at her groin. She blushed and let her head fall back again as Spike parted her nether lips.

Darting his tongue in, he inhaled deeply--she smelt and tasted glorious. Tart honey and lemons were all he could think of as he licked down towards her opening, exploring every inch of her. Buffy moaned as he probed her heated depths with his tongue--her body ached for him to be in there.

Running his tongue back up to her nub, Spike sucked it like it was a nipple and teased it with his teeth.

"Spike…" Buffy moaned hotly, making sure she kept her volume down so Willow didn't hear.

Spike responded to her moan by flattening his tongue against her and licking her harder.

"Ohh…Spike…"

The sound of his name on her lips caused him to become painfully hard, he grasped her thighs a little tighter in his hands. Buffy rolled her eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of Spike's warm tongue teasing her arousal. Stretching across she yanked his drawer open and fumbled about.

"Looking for something?" Spike's head popped up and he watched her intently.

"Maybe…" Buffy blushed at being caught rifling through his drawers, on finding what she was looking for she pulled out the little foil packet.

"I see…" He felt like teasing her about her decision that they were going that far, but his thoughts were lost when she sat up and ran her warm hand down his length.

Holding his cock firmly, Buffy ran her thumb over its head and smeared the pearly drop of pre-come. Bringing her thumb to her mouth, she sucked it, her face innocent. Spike arched a brow and watched her with hooded eyes. Removing her thumb from her mouth, Spike pulled her to him and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Buffy clawed his chest softly and mewled into his mouth.

"Kitten…" Spike smiled as he slid his hand down into her wet folds again.

"Spike…" She purred up at him, her fingers stroking his length.

Before Spike had a chance to realise what she was up to, Buffy had the condom slipped onto him and had pulled him down on top of her.

"Little eager tonight, love…" He looked down at her below him; she blushed slightly under his gaze.

"My body missed yours…"

Catching him around the back of his head, she pulled him down for a long, deep kiss. Spike poised himself at her entrance, when she mewled up at him he slid into her. He'd missed her body too.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, Buffy let their kisses turn languid. Spike rocked his hips gently against hers, slipping into her and out again with ease.

As they moved together, Buffy felt like they were breathing a piece of their souls into each other--that it was more than their bodies intertwining. Spike pulled back and looked into her eyes as though he'd been reading her thoughts. He thrust up a little harder inside her and she rolled her eyes.

"Mmm…" She moaned lazily, her fingers dancing on his back.

When Spike delved into her again, Buffy tensed her muscles up, encasing his cock in her tight hot depths.

"Oh…god…Buffy…" Spike breathed into her ear, his hips moving and giving her longer strokes.

"Spike…more…"

As Buffy ended her moan, Spike recaptured her mouth and kissed her passionately. She squeezed him tight with her thighs, revelling in the feeling his cock was giving to her. The sensation in her abdomen was delicious, warm tingles were dancing around inside her.

Picking up his rhythm, Spike moved faster inside her, moaning breathily into her mouth each time she clenched her muscles around his length, then unclenched them.

"Close…" Buffy purred up at him, Spike clenched his jaw and staved off his own orgasm.

Mouth crushing hers, he delved his cock into her, plundering her with deep, hard strokes. She raised her ass off the bed and tightened her muscles, begging her orgasm to hit her. His pelvic bone rubbed against her swollen arousal with each meeting of their hips, Buffy was so tight that he couldn't hold off much longer.

Setting his jaw tight he moved his head so it rested against her neck. Holding her close to him, Spike moved faster against her, burying himself to the hilt with each deep stroke of his cock. Buffy moaned harshly each time his tip struck up inside her, little waves of tingles raced along her nerve endings and she felt like she was going to explode.

One last thrust sent her over the edge; she clung to Spike and moaned breathily into his ear as she came. Her juices slathering his cock, Spike grasped her tighter and delved into her, riding out the feeling of her walls contracting around him. Buffy tensed her muscles up hard and Spike came into the rubber, his strokes slowing as he spilled himself.

Collapsing onto her, he panted into her ear before kissing her cheek. Buffy let her head roll to one side and kissed his bruised lips, his cock throbbed gently inside her.

Pushing himself up onto his knees, Spike gave her a wide smile before disappearing into the bathroom. Buffy pulled the covers over herself and waited for his return, a contented feeling washed through her when he reappeared. Snuggling up against her, Spike held her head to his chest and kissed her forehead.

"My kitten." He breathed softly.

"My Spike." Buffy kissed his chest.

"My god!" Willow moaned hotly in the other room, Buffy and Spike giggled.

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