Title: Midnight Tryst
Author: Gillian Silverlight
Distribution: my website www.homestead.com/gilliansspikelair, and just ask.
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss and the WB, I just play with them.
Summary: Title says it all. Sometime after Crush
Rating: Mature
Lyrics: Paula Cole- “Feelin’ Love”
It had been a long day, and an even longer night.
Buffy was feeling very restless even after patrolling for several hours. Unsure just how to resolve the nameless frustration that tugged at her, she hoped a bit of music might release some of her pent-up stress and slipped a CD in to the little stereo in her room, hitting the play button.
Seeking the still elusive outlet, Buffy puttered around the room; putting up laundry, straightening here and there, as the CD played through the songs in the background.
One song finally caught her attention, seeming to echo the restless tension welling inside of her.
Reaching over to the little stereo, the blonde Slayer pushed the button to keep the song repeating its beat. Still moving around the room, straightening here, putting away there, the infectious rhythm pulled at her until her body began to move with the sound.
Finally Buffy simply abandoned herself to the song. The beat rolled through her, throbbing in time to her heart as she swayed to the music, eyes closed, hands in her hair.
‘You make me feel like a sticky pistil
Leaning into her stamen.
You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself.’
The music found an echoing chord in the restlessness that had filled her supplying an answer to the mounting frustration. Buffy began to slowly undress to the music, running her hands down her body, head thrown back, swaying to the sound.
She slowly unfastened the top of her jeans, sliding them open, to gently tug them down first on one side then the other.
‘You make me feel like splendor in the grass where we're
rolling
Damn Skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's running between my
thighs.’
Balancing herself with a hand on the back of the chair in front of her desk, Buffy swayed down toward the floor, letting her hair sweep across the carpet, then rolling back up as she slid the jeans further down her body, all the while continuing to move in time to the gently pounding beat deep in the song.
‘You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love
You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love’
Slowly and sensually, she slid one jeans leg down, finally stepping out of it before rolling to the other leg to repeat the movement.
The jeans tossed aside, Buffy continued the sultry sway, wearing only a pair of black lace underwear and a cropped tee shirt.
‘You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny
You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door.’
Buffy shifted side to side as she bent her knees, lowering herself toward the floor, hands sliding down her legs, and back up the insides of her thighs as she gradually pushed herself back upright.
Running one hand across her lace-covered mound, the other hand found its way into her hair, pushing the golden mass into a pile on top of her head.
Releasing the silken strands to cascade around her shoulders, the same hand strayed down the side of her face, caressed the side of her neck to cross one breast and slide down to her stomach. Her other hand glided across her mound again, then up her abdomen to meet the first hand.
Both hands inched up her body to caress her breasts under the tee shirt as she slowly raised the shirt, taking it off to be cast to the floor next to the discarded jeans.
‘And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt
And tie me up to the bed.’
Buffy had not worn a bra that day so with the tee shirt tossed aside, she stood dancing slowly to the music wearing only the lace underwear, her hands running again over her breasts, nipples hardening from that caress.
Keeping her eyes closed, she could almost see the imaginary male hands that touched her, that slid slowly down her body, hooking thumbs in the edge of the black lace, inching it down from side to side as she moved.
‘You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love
You make me feel love
Love, love
Love, love’
The scrap of lace dropped to the floor to join the rest of her clothes. As Buffy continued to run her hands across her now nude body, she could still visualize those cool masculine hands touching her instead of her own. She felt no need to put a name to the owner of those hands. In her mind they were cool and that always said vampire instead of human to her. The effort of deciding whose hands she imagined was not what her body begged for at that moment.
‘Lover I don't know who I am.
Am I Barry White - am I Isis?
Lover I'm laced with your unconscious,
Her hands continued their exploration of her body, finding her own throbbing warmth while she held the image in her mind and the relentless pounding of the song and its words simply reinforced those thoughts.
It took only moments for her body to tense and quiver with its release, so strong was her need, so vivid the visualization of those incredible hands creating such demanding sensations.
Once the waves of pleasure had receded and Buffy’s breathing finally returned closer to normal, she picked up the clothes she’d tossed on the floor and pushed the repeat button off on the stereo as she pasted it taking her clothes to the laundry hamper before heading into the bathroom for a shower.
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Hidden in the shadows outside Buffy’s window, Spike had witnessed the entire ‘performance’. The blonde vampire could not only see Buffy’s movements and hear the music; his enhanced senses brought the tantalizing scent of the Slayer’s arousal to him on the night air, leaving him so hard that his jeans were painful. He also knew that he didn’t dare relieve himself on the off chance of being spotted by some neighbor or by Buffy.
Lighting a cigarette with shaking hands, he quickly smoked it while Buffy was in the bathroom. By the time she came back into her bedroom, clad in only a towel, he had managed to calm himself somewhat, but the intense desire remained, running through his body like a fine line of fire along every nerve ending.
From where the vampire stood, he could even see the drops of water still beaded on Buffy’s shoulders and wanted badly to even be able to stand behind her and lean his head down to lick the drops off that soft tanned skin.
He continued to watch as Buffy dried off from the bath before slipping into a silky-looking, pale lavender scrap of nightgown. It had little spaghetti straps and barely reached to mid thigh.
Finally ready for bed, Buffy switched the stereo from CD to radio, turning the volume low before she slid into bed and turned out the light.
Spike sat in the deep shadows of the roof as he waited.
He knew the song Buffy had listened to for her ‘dance. He’d always liked the song, especially the image it conjured in his mind of Buffy.
After the last half hour, the words were burned into his brain along with the ideas the song had created. One in particular…
What he wouldn’t give to be able to tie the tempting blonde slayer to her bed as he made love to her! He could finally admit to himself that was what he wanted. Not just to shag her, but to make love to her, as she deserved to be loved.
Did he think he could do that? Yeah, he did. He knew this girl. Knew he could push all the right buttons for her if she’d just let him.
As the thoughts swirled in his head, Spike smoked another cigarette and waited in the shadows for Buffy to drift off to sleep.
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When he felt that Buffy was finally asleep, Spike crept slowly into the house. Buffy had no idea that her sister had invited the vampire back inside only a couple of days after the Slayer had had him shut out. Spike also knew that Joyce had gone on a buying trip for the weekend, taking Dawn with her and leaving Buffy alone in the house.
Moving silently to a drawer where he knew Buffy kept several scarves, Spike chose a couple of the soft, silky squares that he felt would work for what he had in mind. He moved just as silently back to the bed where the tiny blonde slept.
Spike carefully laid his coat on the floor, and removed his boots. If she threw him out, he could grab them in a hurry.
The slender blonde vampire gently raised the Slayer’s arms above her head, gently tying her hands to the open metal headboard with the soft scarves. He knew the scraps of fabric wouldn’t hold Buffy for more than a second if she wanted loose. With her Slayer strength she could rip the scarves apart before he could draw an un-needed breath.
Next he reached over to flip the button on the stereo, switching it back to CD and quickly forwarding to the song Buffy had listened to, putting it on repeat.
His initial preparations finished, Spike stretched out on the bed beside the woman he loved, putting an arm gently around her as he leaned down to kiss her as she slept.
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Buffy was dreaming.
The cool, masculine hands she’d imagined earlier had returned in her dreams to caress her again as soft lips kissed her. She moaned slightly in her sleep and gave into the kiss of her dream lover. She could hear that oh-so-sexy song again in her mind, that steady pounding beat that always excited her.
As she gave herself over to the dream, while those wonderful hands kept touching her in all the right places, the soft lips more demanding on hers. She arched into the cool body next to hers.
It took a few minutes but she finally realized somewhere in her mind that the hands and lips were real and not just a dream. Pulling herself from sleep, Buffy was immediately aware that her hands were gently tied to her bed with some soft material and that song really was playing beside her.
Buffy opened her eyes into a pair of intense blue eyes above her. Eyes that now were darkened with passion and desire. Eyes she recognized as readily as she did her own.
“Spike! What are you doing? What are you doing in here?”
“I’d think it was obvious what I was doing, luv. You seem to have been enjoying it so far. You kiss wonderfully for someone who is asleep. Like to find out what your kisses are like now with you awake.” He leaned back over to kiss her again.
Her body was already on fire. Between her own dancing and teasing her self earlier, and now Spike’s actions while she was asleep… It had been so long since her body had been touched by anyone other than herself. It took the edge off, but was just not what she craved.
But Spike?!
The vampire finally broke the kiss so she could breath, but not giving her a moment of respite, ran his lips down her neck into the edge of her hair behind her ear.
Buffy felt the pleasure rush across her skin, tightening it, making it hard for her to draw a breath much less try to think.
Gasping for breath, she murmured. “Spike, what are you doing?”
The blonde vampire raised his head slightly to look into her eyes.
“I want to make love to you. You can’t tell me that you don’t want to be touched; your body gives you away. Even asleep, you pressed against me, moaning with desire. You could even have pulled your hands loose in moments, but you haven’t. The song you were listening to earlier gave me the idea.”
“H-how do you know about that?”
“I watched you, luv. Thought I was gonna die just watching you. Tell me what you were thinking while you danced, Buffy.”
She looked at his sculpted face as the moonlight from the window threw it into highlights and shadows. The sight made her catch her breath, made her chest tight as she realized how beautiful he was and totally male. Something in that face, some edge of expression that flitted away as quickly as it appeared made her answer him.
“I imagined cool male hands touching me, like now in my dream. Except this wasn’t a dream. This was real.”
“You’re still dressed, luv. I was waiting for you to wake up. As much as I want you, I wouldn’t take you like that. Cool male hands, luv? Whose hands were they?”
Buffy was confused.. She didn’t want to have to put a name to them. She said nothing, just looked at him as her breath caught again in her throat. Spike was close enough that if either of them had inhaled deeply, the other would be pulled against them.
“Close your eyes and look at what you imagined. Whose hands are they, luv? Angel’s?
Riley’s? Mine?”
Buffy was shaking. Partly from passion unfulfilled, partly from her mind trying to avoid answering the question he asked her. But Buffy knew how relentless Spike could be at times and the expression he wore now said this was one of those times. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, thinking back to her dance earlier, looking closely at the hands she’d imagined on her body.
She gasped again as her eyes flew open. Both times, those very male hands had chipped black polish on them! * Oh, God! *
“Whose hands, luv?” Spike asked her again, very softly, very gently, very insistently.
“They were y-yours!” She whispered to the vampire just inches above her as realization shook her to the core.
“Don’t sound so shocked, luv. Thought they might be. You never seem to forget that I’m a vampire, but you do seem to forget some of what comes with that.”
He looked at her, as he trailed his finger down the line of her jaw. She leaned into it without even thinking.
“What do you think I forget, Spike? “ Buffy’s voice was barely a whisper as it trembled.
“You forget we have enhanced senses, Buffy. Even when you’re angry at me, I can hear your heart beat faster, your breathing speeds up.”
“I’m just being angry with you.”
“No, luv. It’s not and you know it. Because under all that, I can smell your arousal. Every time you’re near me, it’s there.”
She couldn’t deny it to him or to herself. It was one reason she tried hard to stay angry with him, to keep him pushed away. But her body did betray her, just as her mind had. It was his hands she saw touch her. He was the one that aroused her, even when they fought. Especially when they fought!
“W-what are you going to do about it?”
“This.” He leaned across that last inch to kiss her again, exploring her mouth, feeling her pulse on his tongue, the scent of her desire in the back of his throat.
He slid his hands ever so slowly up her arms while he kissed her. When he reached them, he pulled the ties of the scarf, releasing her.
Buffy brought both arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, arching her body into his.
She did want him. Heaven help her, but she did.
She broke the kiss, as they both gasped from the intensity in that kiss. “Spike…”
“Yeah, luv?”
“Didn’t you say something about making love to me?”
“I did.”
“Show me what you had in mind, Spike.” She smiled up at him.
That slow, sexy smile she knew all too well crept across his face, melting her into a puddle in his arms.
Neither of them said anything else, but the room was far from silent as he did exactly what she asked him to do.
Gillian Silverlight (Revised 01/02/03)