botias | Fic: Adding Spice

Rating: NC-17, explicit sex, some language
Timeline: Spike and Buffy are cohabiting in Rome, Buffy's curious.
A/N: Thanks to the incomparable

beanbeans for much appreciated encouragement and now betaing! All remaining errors are mine.

Part One
Part Two

Adding Spice - Part Three

He’d learned a few new tricks this night, but he didn’t have to learn how Buffy liked to be fucked. Hell, it was him that taught her wasn’t it? He already knew the angle that wound her up to the screaming point, notch by sullen, smoldering, notch. Well, it did back in Sunnyhell anyway; it was different now, every leisurely stroke knocked loose whimpers and love words and demanding caresses; he liked the change. But that wasn’t what he liked best. What he liked best was to get her close, so close, to tumbling over the edge, and then stop or change or slow down until she finally lost all patience and fought him for it. He always won then, no matter who ended up on top.

She’s been openly watching him, eyes glinting under the sweep of her lashes. Having her look on this face and want him, brought him a heady sense of power; everything was spread out before him, the whole world, and all he had to do was sink his fangs into it. He arched his body hard against her, loving the way it made her gasp and clutch at him. A bolt of blood lust kicked through him and with it a fierce animal possessiveness.

The intense feelings ebbed, leaving a dark ribbon of unease in their wake. He frowned, but just at that moment, Buffy’s eyes closed and her mouth opened like she was waiting for some honeyed morsel to slip between her lips. She tipped her head back and to the side, exposing the clean line of her jaw and throat, and this time, when her hands tugged at him, he let her pull him close.

He lapped at her throat and nipped, smiling against her skin when he heard her breath stop and her heart race. He wondered at how he’d worried about this earlier, the where and the how and the whether; fucking her, drinking her, neither seemed less natural now than the other. He struck hard, driving into the concealed riches of her body.

Buffy arched under him like a bow, her shout muffled against his shoulder. Her blood pooled in his mouth, hot and metallic, electric with the life his flesh craved. He cradled it with his tongue and then swallowed, felt it burn pleasurably down his throat, pool hotly in his chest and then he was… more. More real, more powerful, more alive than he could ever remember being. It was like being turned all over again. He wanted to crow his triumph, but he was too busy living it to the hilt.

As he drank, he was distantly aware of Buffy’s cries and whimpers, of the fierce ripple of her body under his. A few more swallows and he released her neck, gasping and shuddering, each stroke of her slick flesh on his cock drawing out his euphoria.

The universe had turned inside out; the infinity was inside of him and the world faded to nothing. He could feel Buffy; she lay still under him now, panting, only her hips stirring a little to match his lazy thrusts. He could feel her arms holding him and her fingers on his nape, her grip as strong as the pounding of her heart. She was fine. But still, he wanted to see.

Pushing himself up on his arms he felt curiously weightless, and he easily resisted Buffy’s attempts to keep him close. She was beautiful; her cheeks and lips were flushed and her eyes were bright and unfocused, her breathing hitching in and out to the slow movements of his hips.

He tried to keep his attention on her face, but her throat drew his gaze again and again. His bite was a bruise, a wound; maybe he should think it was ugly, but to his eyes it lay on her throat like an exotic bloom, spotted with darkness. While he watched, it grew another tiny black stem.

The sight made him suck in a breath that suffused him with a heady mix of scents, blood and sex and sweat. He was just about to lower his head back to her glistening neck when he felt a hand on his cheek. Blinking, he looked at her. Her expression was open, exalted; she was looking at him like he’d hung the moon. It warmed him as much as her blood had done.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He felt the words more than heard them; they tickled the back of his neck. He shivered, feeling more bemused than anything else.

“I love you,” she said, louder this time.

The demand in her voice came through loud and clear. He opened his mouth, but it felt like a muzzle, stiff and expressionless, and he wasn’t surprised when nothing came forth. It was obvious what this mouth was for, and it was not for making words. Again his attention turned to the bite, and again he started to lower his head to her neck, wanting to lap and nuzzle.

She hit him then, her palm striking his shoulder with a smack. He jerked back and surprised himself by almost snarling.

“You know I do! Say it, Spike! I want you to say it.”

He shook his head.

He was just trying to clear it so that he could give her whatever it was that she wanted so damn bad. And it was working too, really it was; a few seconds more and then everything would have been just fine, but she had to go and hit him again.

“Say it!”

This time he did snarl, loudly. The words boiled up out of him, riding a wave of aggression, forcing their way through stiff, blood-stained lips. “Mine! You’re mine!”

He had a few moments to stare into Buffy’s shocked face before the magic seized them both.

***

“Oh my god. Spike, what did you do?” Feeling dazed, he rolled aside when she pushed at his shoulders. He lay there on his back, her sweat and slickness rapidly cooling on his body, fingers and toes still tingling with magic. Buffy sat up and began feeling around frantically like she was searching for something in her pockets; since she was nude he thought this was hilarious in a particularly delightful sort of way. When she hesitated and then cautiously felt her forehead, Spike lost it.

“Spike, this is so not funny.”

This only made him laugh harder, almost silently; he curled toward her, helpless with it.

Buffy’s hand flew to her throat. She whipped around to look behind her. “And look what we did to the bed! Do you have any idea how hard it was to find this color?” There was real distress in her voice now.

Corsican Moonlight by any other name was still just white, but this was not the time to start that argument again; playtime was obviously over. Still letting out the occasional whuff of laughter, he rocked up onto his elbows, ridiculously pleased with the world. He shook off the demon with a feeling of fond regret that would have surprised him only a couple of hours ago.

“It’s alright love,” he said, trying to sound soothing. He reached out and brushed her arm with the back of his fingers. “Peroxide will take it straight out.”

Buffy looked at him then.

“You think I’m worried about the sheets.” Her deadpan, yet deadly, expression was all it took to get him started again, high-pitched chortles this time.

“Spike! I don’t know what is the matter with you, but—”

“I think it’s the uh—” Catching his lower lip between his teeth, he gestured towards her neck.

“Let me make sure I have this completely clear,” Buffy said in a dangerously calm voice. “I’m bound to you for all eternity and the good news, is that you’re a happy drunk?”

He was still trying to think of a response to that when she turned away, pushing both hands through her hair.

He heard an outraged gasp.

“And what about this?!” She twisted around and waved her foot under his nose. “Will peroxide take care of this? Because I can tell you right now I have nothing in that special shade of orange that says ‘security cameras were not my friend.’”

He reached up a hand and curled a finger under the wide bangle around her ankle. “I think it’s kind of—fetching.” He smiled and gave it a little tug.

“Oh, very cute.” She propped her foot on his side and started fussing with her anklet. He watched, curious, as she began trying to break it. The gold was a deep, rich color, the sort of thing you saw in glass cases, but in museums, not jewelry stores; it looked as old as greed—and turned out to be just as enduring. Buffy slapped the bed hard with both hands. When he saw her shoulders droop he felt the first pang of concern pierce his happy little bubble, and when she looked at the ceiling and blinked rapidly at tears, he was horrified. He bolted upright, and after a moment’s indecision, reached over and pulled her onto his lap.

“Oh no, none of that,” he said, closing his arms tight around her. “Look, it’s only magic Buffy, nothing at all to worry yourself about. Anything that’s done with magic can be undone by it, right? If anyone knows that it ought to be you.” As far as he knew, no one went to the bother of creating a spell when a pointy bit of wood would do the job, but there was no profit in mentioning that. Anyway, her little pals would figure out something; they always did.

He nosed in against her shoulder, relieved when he felt her gradually relax into his embrace. It seemed that for once his mouth had actually gotten him out of some of the trouble it had gotten him into.

“You’re right,” she said finally, absently rubbing a hand over one of his encircling arms.

“Course I am.”

Her skin was still streaked with half-dried blood, and he was amazed all over again at what he had done, what she had asked him to do. He couldn’t resist a few strategically placed kisses. His subtlety was wasted; she sighed and said, “Go ahead, Spike.”

Instead, he showed her his own ankle. A second band winked and gleamed in the dark like demon eyes. “Tell you what. If you’re a very good girl—I’ll let you join my chain gang until we get this fixed up.”

Buffy made a scoffing sound, and pushed back against him, but he could hear laughter in her voice now. “Chain gang? What happened to Bride of Darkness?”

He pretended to consider, resting his chin on her crown. “You’ll have to be a very, very good girl for that.”

“Hmm.” She tipped her head to one side, and let him lick her shoulder clean with long sweeps of his tongue.

end

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Oh my! Now I wasn't expecting a literal ball and chain type thingy to appear. And I wondering if either of them know just what they've let themselves in for! *grins*

Excellent chapter! Thanks ever so and looking forward to more.

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