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| - Why do you love me?
I skipped ahead in my story and decided do the ending. I'm really pleased on how it turned out. Feedback would be loverly! 
“You’re awake.”
Spike was caught off guard when Adria spoke to him, he thought he was being silent but how she knew he was there with her back to him was a bit unnerving. He was leaning up against the doorframe watching her as she stood over the crib of their daughter. She looked like she always had when he first met her, still proud and defiant even in sweatpants and a plain t shirt. He smiled knowing that would probably never really change. She had come through everything almost exactly the same.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” she teased as she felt him watching her, it still made her tense when he he’d stare. Sometimes she could feel something more than his eyes when he looked at her. He pushed himself into the room to stand next to her and focus on the small pink bundle that was so equally theirs.
She saw him out the corner of her eye, still the same wardrobe. Black shirt and black jeans. She was uncertain if that would ever change but it suited him so she hoped it wouldn’t. It was how she’d always remember him. She shifted her eyes completely back to the baby. She wanted to sigh at sheer perfection of the moment. Her body felt like it was suffused with such a sweet warmth, she wanted to hang onto it forever but it almost hurt knowing she couldn’t do anything to retain it. She wanted to stand here in soft glow of the afternoon sun and watch her baby sleep and protect it from everything she had fought against to get to this point in time.
“Everything changes.” She stated simply knowing this pure moment would eventually come to a grinding halt. Disbelief was running in Spike mind, he was a father. It was still something he couldn’t believe but he was enjoying it. He averted his back the woman beside him, her profile was softened somewhat, motherhood or a trick from the hazy sunlight? He wasn’t sure but it made his chest tighten at the dazzling picture she made. Surprisingly she turned to look into his light blue eyes. To both of them this moment would forever be etched into their hearts more than their memories.
The poet in Spike wanted to write down a hundred pages of the feeling that was coursing through him. Love. But the demon chafed at the thought, almost sickened by it. By god, yes he wanted to tell her over and over again. The words were there, waiting on his lips.
But that sliver of fear he saw in her eyes made him think again, her smoky orbs were pleading with him to not break the pure ambience of this instant.
Please. Don’t
Those two words hung in the air without being said. Yet Spike had heard those words in a completely different situation but they reverberated through his head, the memory of them stinging. He sighed defeated, he pulled the woman in close to him and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened at first but when she relaxed into him his undead heart soared. This dominant, aggressive and courageous woman had given so much in the time he’s known her but the one thing he thought she deserved above all else, the one thing he was ready and capable to give her she wouldn’t hear him say it. He had her in his arms and he knew she felt it, she wouldn’t admit but she felt it right down to her toes. Her face was resting against his chest, her eyes closed, mesmerized by the simple contact with him. It was enough to feel it for the both of them but she feared by saying the three little words, it would all go away and right now this was all she wanted, she wanted this vampire and the tender attachment to him. She begging with every inch she had that he wouldn’t leave her but she knew she would never ask him if it was possible and never question it if he did.
She leaned her head back to stare into the cerulean depths again, what could she say to him that would make him understand what this one moment meant to her. What everything’s meant to her through it all.
“Thank You.”
Those two words sounded like a choir full of angels to him. He smiled, he knew what she meant and it was like seeing Christmas light up in her eyes. He planted a small kiss on her forehead and when she settled back onto his embrace he knew she understood.
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| So the Gilmore Girls Season Premiere was tonight and......
If you havent watched it yet stop reading this now!!!!
LUKE SAID YES! well come on he kinda had to, I would hate to see what would have happened if he hadn't.
So everythings alright in the Gilmore universe. Still mad at Rory for moving in with her grandparents but oh man nice pool house, just a touch jealous. I totally agree with Lorelai's attitude as well, it's Rorys life but I just wish Rory would listen.
I was also flipping back and forth between Bones, it was weird to see David Boreanaz (sp?) not be Angel but oh gosh he looks sexy in a suit with a gun *swoon* but the show looked interesting its just on at the wrong time for me.
Nip/Tuck starts next Tuesday, positively tingling with anticipation.
I also can not believe James Marsters is going to be on Smallville, it really irks me the one show I really can't stand has to have the hottest guy on TV be on it.GRR and yes my pathetic little self will tune in and watch.
Major Buffy/Angel missage. :( | | |
| - Tatse You
Witch Hunter - This is just bits and pieces and will put them together later. I know this will be confusing as hell so bear with me. More Feedback = More Story!!!!
Blood pounding through veins, panic weaving through the senses and the endless sound of feet stamping through wet grass. Every sound seemed to echo through fleeing form of a redhead being chased by a group of vampires.
The lone female suddenly stopped and turned around to meet the group of vampires that were bent on her death or capture, she wasn’t sure she wasn’t asking.
“That’s it, woman, surrender.” A tall dark haired vampire spoke, fatally misreading her actions as the group was stepping ever closer. Her crimson lips twisting into a devious grin as her arm slid around her back, to reach for the medium sized curved axe that was tucked in her black leather pants. A flash of steel and one vampire’s head rolled off its shoulders to disintegrate into dust before it had the chance to hit the ground. The rest of the group quickly began to attack, swinging and flailing weapons in the most unorganized fashion but she was out severely numbered and the most she was able to do was duck away or deflect the blows. With a couple lucky strikes she effortlessly beheaded three more but somehow she felt as more had arrived while she wasn’t looking. With a determination outlined her face, she forced herself to keep fighting until her very last breath.
*Just don’t let it go that far.*
***Nearby***
Spike heard it first, his heightened ears picking up the sounds of steel clanging together. Slipping his hand into Willow’s he took off pulling them through them graveyard until the scuffle come into view.
“Stay here.” he growled, leaving the witch effectively hidden behind a large statue before she could protest. Willow peeked around the corner as the bleached wonder walked off towards the rapidly moving vampires but she couldn’t see who or what they were surrounding.
“Come on, we wont hurt you.” A female’s fang slurred voice barked out. Spike wasn’t able to see what the were attacking until he saw a few them shoved back and quick flash of tightly pulled back hair accompanied a strong but feminine voice.
“Like I haven’t heard that before.”
*Great another one.* An agitated voice said in her head as she noticed the latest leather clad arrival. Her elbow came up into an approaching vampires demonic face with a sickening crunch as the nose was broken, using it as a distraction she shoved the wooden handle of the axe into the vampire’s cold chest, as the dust exploded into the she swung the axe around decapitating another within the blink of an eye. Spike was amazed at how she moved with the clear grace of a born fighter but even Buffy couldn’t keep up with this many vamps.
*Ok, so not a damsel in distress but any violence will do. Need to thin down the herd a bit though. *
He had one by the neck and with a deft twist of his wrist more dust hit the air.
When the fighter saw him kill the vampire out of the corner of her eye she turned to see him round on another vampire but the complication drew her attention away and gave a female vampire the opportunity to kick the axe out of her grasp sending it flying behind some tombstone. Her head spun back to the enemies in front of her but a hard blow to her chest sent her sprawling a good 10 feet in reverse and landing her back.
Hitting the ground with such force knocked the air from her lungs and she quickly began searching for anything she could brandished as weapon, knowing she was too far from her own.
******1st Kiss***
Silent, sock covered feet slowly ascended the stairs as ebony eyes looked around cautiously finding no obstacles. Adria slowly paced around gathering the few small weapons that made up most of her valuable possessions. She shoved them in a bag, checking to make she sure she would leave nothing behind, not wanting to see this place ever again. She finally saw her favorite weapon, the hand axe that the Coven gave her when she passed the final battle test. She smiled at the memory and quickly walked to retrieve but a cold strong hand reached out for her wrist as she swooped down to pick it up.
“Going somewhere, pet?” the contact of flesh to flesh startled her more than the groggy accent that emanated from the couch. His hand felt like it was burning her flesh as he tightened his hold. *Cold or hot? I cant tell.* She turned her head ever so slightly and found herself looking at the smug look on the vampires face. Anger bubble to the surface as she wrenched her wrist away from his grasp and picked up the axe. She swore she still felt his hand hot upon hers.
“I asked you a question, little girl.” He sneered sitting up and pushing himself off the couch.
“Oh go fuck yourself.” she said flippantly, turning her back to him. His demon howled at the insult it just witnessed. *I’m a master friggin vampire here. She should be cowering in fear on her knees* he inwardly seethed. He had her by the upper arm as she was reaching down for her boots. There was no heat in in this closeness, there was only rage pouring from both of them, mingling in the air making the atmosphere seem suffocating but there was something underneath, something electric and resonating through them and around.
“Where.Are.You.Going?” He asked a growl emphasizing each word as his grip became tighter almost cutting into her flesh. He was almost snarling when the look she gave him was filled with pure fire, rebellion and rage. He felt his demon clawing up, wanting to surface and show her what true fear is like. Her weapons bag fell heavily to the floor when his grip was fast becoming unbearable.
“Get off of me.” She thundered at him trying to shake his clutch away. But as she was trying to battle him away his grip was growing even tighter and that arrogant look was lighting up his eyes again. She reeled her hand back and swung it with all her force into his face, hitting him in his well defined cheekbone. Spike’s head jerked to the side with the force and lights sprang up behind is eyes as pain blossomed along his face. It was momentary and he caught her the offending hand before she could land another blow.
“That was not very nice.” He laughed as he pinned her hand to her side. She gave him another spiteful glare knowing her attempts were futile and hating it.
When she looked up into his piercing blue eyes every other detail other than him was wiped away like dust on the chalkboard. Spike felt like he was drowning in those charcoal depths and they both subconsciously felt the air change around them as they stared at each other. Involuntarily Spike’s arms flexed and brought her right up to his chest, he watched her huge eyes widen as he mouth descended up hers.
Disbelief and shock rippled through each of their bodies. Need came shooting after and they were drowning it, the atmosphere was swelling with their desire.
*Step back. * Spike mind screamed when her tongue hesitantly came in contact with his lower lip and slid into his mouth. Spike consumed in her taste, it ran across his tongue like the strongest of wines. It was like biting into the ripest and most forbidden fruit. Like a wicked plum and it was all his.
*Run.* was the thought in Adria’s head when she felt his hands leave her arms and grab her waist pulling the rest of her body into his and against now prominent throbbing erection. She felt wetness pooling between her legs.
Running was not option she barely knew if she had legs anymore and they wouldn’t work when his mouth was devouring hers, plunging and licking everywhere he could. She could only respond the same with her hot tongues delving between his teeth.
Tongues tasting and dueling each other as hands began to roam over cloth covered flesh. Strong male hands found the small of her back and then worked their way up her spine, sending white hot flashes through her body. She hadn’t known her hands were moving until they were situated at the base of neck, running along the short smooth hairs there.
Suddenly Spike was pushing her back slowly into the desk, when his cool hand slid under her shirt as her hand was placed behind her on a book for balance, the movement of his fingers and the texture of the leather bound book she was touching snapped out her out of the lust induced haze. She finally noticed she was still in the Watcher’s apartment and in an indecent position when her senses came rushing back. She swiftly pushed him back and fled the premises before he reached out to touch her again. She felt his touch was like a siren song, longing to lure her in a sea of sensations beyond her wildest dreams.
Spike barely registered her absence until he heard the door slam, his own senses barely filtering back in enough to notice she was gone. But he turned back to the door with his fists closed and his jaws clenching as he was willing his body to calm down. He was trying to focus on something boring until he could reign in control but if he would have looked up the stairs he would have noticed Giles standing there arms stretched out among the rail, taking in every miniscule detail of the explosive scene that had just taken place.
Instead Spike just threw himself on the sofa, pulling his arm over his eyes trying to block out the feel of the fighter that sent his body up in flames. Unfulfilled craving was stirring in the air still, waiting for something to come along and break it. Giles, who felt the arousal hanging in there still, quietly stole back upstairs and hide in bedroom as he the vampire groan out his frustration.
With one last look at the apartment, Adria turned the corner and ran as fast as her quaking body would allow to her own apartment, where she threw herself down upon a leather couch lost in head, replaying every moment when he touched her.
******Planning******
“Sure, Inspector Gadget, if you plan on getting killed.” Adria stated with contempt in her voice as she was leaning up against the counter by the Magic Box‘s register. Anya was rifling through the drawer almost oblivious to the whole conversation. Everyone stifled a grin or laugh at the comment but Wesley gave Angel a withering stare after Angel tried unsuccessfully to cover his laughter with cough.
“As if you could come up with something better.” He shot back angrily.
Her eyes flashed, ready to meet the challenge.
“I’ll go to them.”
Giles almost dropped his teacup while everyone’s jaw dropped when they looked at her aghast at the suggestion.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Buffy said, almost laughing at the thought.
“It’s apparent you haven’t heard much then.” The redhead replied glibly with malice in her eyes. Hard black eyes scanned the room finding the same assertion in everyone’s eyes.
“Too dangerous. Wolfram & Hart are sneaky and they wouldn’t ever just give you the information for nothing. Trust me I know what they’re like.” Angel said with his arms crossed over his broad chest as he was leaning against the top of the chair Buffy was sitting in. The thought of trusting him brought contempt in her eyes.
“Never said I wasn’t going to give them nothing. If I have something they want I don’t think they’d want to see it get violent which wouldn’t bother me either way.” She turned to look at the brunette vampire waiting for him to answer.
“What could you possibly give them?” He asked wanting to poke out every hole in her plan, even if it was the only one they had right now.
“I’d have to meet them and assess what they’re looking for.”
“So you’re willing to walk in and negotiate with people who live to screw people without even knowing what they want?” He smiled self indulgently thinking there was no way she could beat that.
“How else are we gonna find out? You’re almost 240 years old and you don’t know to ask first.” Angel was fast losing his temper with the human, he hated her insolence and her barefaced dislike of him. *I’m a pretty likeable guy so why does it seem like she’s ready to stake me as soon as she looks at. Vampire, maybe? But she doesn’t look at Spike this way, in fact when she looks at him I’m not sure what to think.* He was reasoning within himself and it was making him angrier that she seemed to like Spike more than him, it was first for him.
“Fine, if your hell bent on this crazy mission. Spike and I will escort you to ensure your safety.” He blurted out the idea, knowing the idea of protection would be repulsive to her.
“Do I look like a bloody body guard to you, Peaches?” Spike growled out, finally joining the conversation.
“I’ll take her myself then.”
****Sparring Scene****
“Perhaps you two should go spar or something in the back room before you take it on my defenseless books” Giles stated annoyed at Adria’s and Buffy’s rough handling of his books when they got restless.
“Fine.” They both grounded out in unison getting and trotting away obediently like school children.
Willow, Xander, Anya, Spike and Dawn exchanged looks of longing to see what was going to transpire beyond those doors.
“Weapons or hand to hand?” Buffy asked after closing the door and walking over to the matted part of the floor.
Adria shrugged.” Hand to hand sounds fine”
Without warning Buffy suddenly lashed out with her fist punching Adria’s shoulder. Stunned she staggered but quickly reacted giving the other female a fierce kick to her side. Buffy went to reach for the retreating foot but before she caught it Adria swung herself into mid air to drop kick the blonde right in the chest. Buffy fell back into chair as the redhead was getting up off the ground. Buffy laughed she gave the prone form a heavy kick to her ribs. Adria landed her back looking up into the hazel eyed slayer’s overbearing face. She gave the cuff of the pants that were fluttering in her face a quick tug, sending the owner of them sprawling on her back. They both lay there trying to measure each others next move. Quick roll for both of them and they were up, their feral eyes catching each others for a brief second before the both went for each. Buffy’s fist was raised again but Adria ducked defensively as the blonde swung wide and missed. Buffy’s whole body lurched when a sharp knee was thrust upwards into her stomach. They were both sweating and only slightly aware of the pains they were inflicting on each other. Tension from the last couple of days was radiating off them and they were holding nothing back from each other as they vented it out.
Everyone in the store could hear the hard thuds of bodies hitting the mats and grunts of pain or anger. Spike with better hearing was hearing every detail, he could the hear adrenaline rushing through the fighters, the blood pumping wildly through their veins and it was causing his fingers to twitch in response to demon wanting violence.
Unaware of anything but the need to relieve their own problems in a physical fashion the girls kept swinging at each other.
“Come on, show me what a slayer really is.” Adria taunted wanting to kick the match up a bit. Buffy’s hand grabbed the loose ponytail on her adversary’s head and pulled so her back arched like a bow and drove her knee into the small of the arched back. Smiling when she heard the spine crack she let the fistful of hair go, Adria only wince when she stood up straight her back relieved to be straight again. She turned and the back of her fist coming down upon the blondes jaw, the knuckles splitting the lip open.
The Slayers twinging jaw dropped as she felt the blood leak down her chin.
“Quarterstaffs” Buffy grunted out as she reached for the two long sticks in the corner,
She rolled one to Adria and took a cheap shot as she bent down to reach for it, laying it down with a snap across her back. Adria responded by ramming the circular end into her nemesis’s knee.
Spike sat up ramrod straight when the scent of Buffy’s blood finally assailed his senses.
“What is it, Spike?” Willow asked seeing him straighten up
“Blood.” That simple admission sent everyone scrambling towards the training room.
They watched horribly fascinated as Buffy was about to bring the wooden rod straight down upon Adria’s shoulder as she laid upon the floor but she easily deflected it with her own stick, pushing Buffy backwards off the mats. The slayer went into for another attack but was sent flying over Adria and onto her back on the mats again. Both panting, regaining breath and energy for the next round.
“Alright that’s enough now for the both of you.” Giles stated amazed at the ferocity in which they struck out at each other. “If I would have known you two were seeking blood I might have thought twice about this.” He continued amusement in his voice as he looked each female over. Sweaty, a bit bruised with raised welts across their skin, he hoped they got out their issues with each other out sufficiently to be more civil with each other.
“Put the weapons away and clean yourselves up before coming back out.” Giles demanded swiveling abruptly and talking out with everyone in tow. Spike gave them one last glace, envy noticeable in the simmering depths.
They both turned away from each other to put away the quarterstaff.
“What is your problem exactly?” Adria asked bluntly with her back to blonde still. Blood leaking from the crack in forehead that she didn’t feel until now and wasn’t sure how it got there.
Buffy stood there looking at her rough hands as if the answer was painted on them. She struggling to find the words as she wiped a tangled and somewhat bloodied lock of hair out of her face. Something was wrong and she needed to get it off her chest. She licked her abused lip before coming up with a suitable answer.
“You make me feel…inadequate” She stated when she the red head was still turned away but she whipped her face to stare back at the petite blonde.
“What. Excuse me? I make you feel inadequate?” She looked at the Slayer as if she had grown a second or even a third head, stammering out her confusion slowly
“You have more common bonds that are deeper than mine with the people in the other room than I do with any one of them.” Adria stood there stunned by the statement.
“You can’t tell me you don’t know. I don’t know a thing about magic. I can’t talk religiously about demons or out eat Xander in a Twinkie contest. I never been to another dimension or seen half of what you’ve seen.” Buffy explained softly as her eyes began to water.
“Jealous?” Adria asked with a self indulgent smile coloring her face.
“No No I’m not and how dare you.” She denied anger bubbling up from somewhere deep inside, ready to fight again and prove the tough little witch wrong.
“Oh please. Don’t lie, I see the feeling written in your eyes.” Adria stated with humor in voice.
“What do you know about feeling?” She spat and watched as the light and humor faded off the face of the female standing across from. But she took no delight and was about to apologize for it.
“No, you’re right. There’s no need to say sorry. What you fail to realize is that you and your friends are the beginning, middle and end for each other. I’m simply a chapter that’s come and about to be closed.”
“What do you mean?” Buffy’s brows knitted in confusion.
“This is your life. I don’t belong here. As soon as whatever it is that brought me here is taken care of I’m leaving.”
“Then where do you belong?” The question hung in the air and Buffy felt she had stepped over some imaginary boundary. She expected a flash of anger and to be told it was none of her business.
“I don’t honestly know. Maybe no where.” It was the hardest and most honest thing the Slayer had ever heard her say.
“Must be lonely.” Buffy made that simple statement but her voice was filled with sympathy. She felt like hugging the girl with all her Slayer might, letting her know she wasn’t alone in fighting the good fight. Wanting her to know she didn’t have to be alone, that she didn’t have to leave but somehow she knew it would be futile.
“Don’t waste your sympathy. I don’t have your support system but I’ve done without it since the beginning,” She shrugged, turned and walked to the door that would lead her back out to face the others.
“Do you think you could have survived through these attacks if we hadn’t been there?” The inquiry hit Adria’s ears as he hand reached the door handle. She didn’t turned but just looked at her hand wrapped around the knob, having a sudden case of déjà vu.
“No.”
The simple and painfully honest statement made the Slayer’s jaw drop when the door closed.
***Here Be Naughtiness***
“There you are.” Spike stated as he wandered up to the red head sitting on the swing. Her head shot up as she recognized his cocky accent.
“What do you want?“ She asked bitterly. Their eyes remained locked into each others.
*What does he think about when we just stare at each other?* Adria wondered silently but refusing to allow herself to answer it.
*What I wouldn’t give to pull her heated body next to mine* He groaned inwardly stopping that train of thought before he went and embarrassed himself.
“Watcher said you left with your panties in a twist. Wanted to make sure you got home alright. That so bad?“ He asked stepping hesitantly closer to her. Spike felt like he was drowning in her onyx eyes but her scent was affecting him too. He didn’t think he could ever describe the unique smell of her. It was like smelling heaven but there was something else in it, something deeper, something darker. He didn’t notice she had left the swing until she was standing there right in front of him, just staring, begging him to make the first move. He could almost feel the heat from her eyes as they stood, he felt like they were telling him to do something. He didn’t know what was happening but he felt his hand reach out on it own volition and his fingers came in contact with the petal soft cheek. She hadn’t moved a muscle when he touched her, she felt like it was a ghostly touch like it wasn’t really there but she turned into his hand, needing to make sure it was there. His whole hand was open along her face, he was trying to remember every moment of it, needing to tell himself this isn’t happening but wanting it to. But the whole thing was becoming to surreal to them. Both trying to simply lose themselves in the simple casual contact but knowing it really wasn’t enough, they both wanted so much more.
Their eyes found each other and then their lips met halfway. Spike hand slid from her face to her neck pulling her into his solid chest. Her hands winding themselves into his slicked back hair.
Two weeks since the first time they kissed in Giles apartment. Two weeks of slight touches, heated glances and their unspoken desire becoming something so real that it hung between them every time they caught each other staring. The unfulfilled want building up to this one moment their lips locked, tongues dancing around each other, trying to explore every inch, hands clinging to the hard body in front of them as if it was needed to survive. There was nothing soft and romantic about this embrace. It was needy, demanding, rough and spiraling out of control. Adria pulled back needing to breath but Spike, who been craving to feel every inch of her skin just moved his mouth to her neck. When his tongue laved over her heated sweaty skin Spike crushed her tighter to his chest, barely giving her enough space catch her breath.
The only thought that was running through each others mind was. More. Now
“But not here” She spoke out as if finishing a sentence. She knew they had to be thinking the same thought because she felt both of their needs reverberating in her bones. Her whole body felt taught and strung like a harp string just waiting for him to play the right chord, just wishing he would end this bittersweet torment that was flowing through her veins. His lips found her again, she swore his tongue was delving into her very soul but it was over before she could respond.
“My crypt.” He stated pulling back and drinking every detail of her at this very moment. Her lips red and swollen from his, her eyes glittering with frustration at the delay, her complexion which was a creamy peach color was pinker and flushed. She looked every inch a ravished women.
“They’ll look for you there and I really don’t want to be interrupted.” She declared, openly verifying her intentions with an undertone of deep desire. He would have loved nothing more than to throw her down on a bench or picnic table, hell even the ground and have his wicked, wicked way with her but she was right, tempting fate any longer where their urge was too high to risk having to stop would mean insanity for both of them
“My place.” She stated, even before it was out Spike had her hand in his pulling her along, weaving them through headstones and mausoleums but when they came to the outside of the graveyard he broke out in dead run. She didn’t know how but she felt him ready to run before they reached the gates, understanding his want and it made her ready to be able to keep up with him. All they felt as they barreled through the empty streets was their hands intertwined, the hot pulsing of blood screaming to have its way.
When they finally made it to the door of her apartment, they stood staring not knowing what would happen on the other side.
“We can’t turn back now.” Spike stated knowing if she denied him now he would start raving about stars and dolls just like Dru. She lightly brought the backside of his hand to her lips and gave it the gentlest of kisses but it felt more like the warmest caress. Spike silently watch her lips as they ran over his heated skin. He didn’t how else to say it but his own skin felt just as heated as her which should have been a near impossibility for a vampire but he wasn’t questioning it, to him it felt so beyond right and he was reveling in it. He saw her every move in slow motion as she reached for the doorknob her elegant fingers wrapping around it *What else could she wrap her hands around like that * he mused as she twisted it and pushed it open and dragged him in.
Lips were suddenly pressed together again, thoughts were left in the hall way tongues demanding entrance as hands were quickly under clothes, tugging and pulling them off, dropping them to the ground as they made their way to the bedroom. In their heightened state of arousal they both had gotten every last piece of clothing off with out running into anything, their lips only parting when the shirts were quickly thrown up over their heads and then abandoned. Spike’s pants were the last thing to go, as soon as they were tossed aside he had a very naked female pressed against the bedroom door. Instinctively her legs wrapped around he waist, both of their throbbing sexes coming in contact for the first time. Both groaned at the electric sensations that were shooting straight up their spines and tingling deep in their stomachs
Their lips parted when they both felt Spike pushing the door open and propelling them both into the navy blue decorated room. He almost reverently placed her on the deep blue satin sheets and was about to pull back, wanting to take in the very instant and every detail but Adria’s claw like grip was on the back of his neck pulling his whole body flush against her. It signaled only one word. Now.
Without any words he ran a finger along her slick fold testing her readiness for him and he smiled as he felt the wetness coating his finger and not abstaining any longer positioned himself in her warmth and drove himself into her inch by inch, never wanting sensation to stop. She was going insane as he slipped himself so slowly and she arched up into him, driving the rest of him in one swift motion. She sighed at the feeling of utter completeness and he groaned at he felt his whole body throb in tune with hers. He began to move within her their bodies falling into an easy pace but he could tell the way her body was heaving into him he would need to speed up but he didn’t want this to ever end. It was heaven and he was loving every delicious second of it. He could go on like this for hours. He felt her hands on his back pushing and digging in his flesh. “Please.” She begged, he was driving her to the edge of madness, her body wanting to fall over the lip of ecstasy and take him screaming with her. If they weren’t in a situation that involved sweaty bodies, twisted sheets and deep cravings he might have laughed at this proud and withering woman begging beneath him. If Spike wasn’t paying attention to the way her body melded so perfectly with his and the way she responded so eagerly to his touches, he may have noticed the odd thumping in his body but he too gone in the female beneath him. He did feel the silk of her fingertips tracing every muscle in his back as he sped up his thrusts. He buried his face into slick skin of her neck as he felt her walls begin to flutter around him in response to rough pace but he never felt his face morph into his demon but he felt her body arch harder into his body as she reached her peak, he plunged his fangs in curve of her shoulder and she screamed her violent release as her inner muscles clamped down on him. He swallowed her blood and grunted as he came filling her warm body with dead seed. As her body was finishing milking him of his release and he took his fangs out of her shoulder pulled out of her grasping channel and stretched out beside her. She put her head upon his chest and drifted off to the erratic rhythm of his body.
He gently wrapped them in the discarded blankets and made himself quite comfortable before falling out of consciousness. | | |
| Lets see I left off after updating about Phedge before I left with Jacki....
First off Jacki and I went with her mom to meet her cousin and they sung karaoke. Jesse sung The Real Slim Shady, Boyz In The Hood and Gin And Juice in front of these old people. It was hilarious. Jacki sang some really pretty songs and she has the most amazing voice. Then Jackie and I went with Jesse back to his place and then to his neighbors where we chilled and played dice til sunrise. Jacki and I stayed there for the night.
Then Saturday we got up hung out for awhile then got Jess and went to Dutlers for more karaoke after having a few shots of Capt. Morgan that Jesse insisted on having before we left because he wanted Jacki to bring some guy home cuz he doesnt like her BF, Rob, who lives on Brainerd. Hes very verbal with his protests too which is a touchy issue with Jacki. We hung out in the bar for awhile but the bartender has something against Jacki and had the waitresses ask her to leave and I went with her to sit on the bowling area and watched some really cute guys play poker. Got to talk to some of them too and they said that Jacki and should come down next week to watch. Mindy was being a kinda being a bitch and got under my skin. She was being snotty about still being able to be in the bar even though she wasnt 21. Big fucking deal and we could have notified the bartender about her but she would have narked on Jesse even though bartender knows Jesse and hes 20 and it just would have been juvenile. Jacki wasnt happy about it but Mindy kept trying to get her to go in and get water or something or to walk through but Jacki told her the waitress would prolly say aomething and she wasnt looking to start stuff. We hung around and left at 12 when the bowling area closed. Jacki drove Trish's car back to her place and waited til 2 to go back and get her. Jesse and I were sitting in the back seat and there was an amp back there so we had to sit real close, which was ok with it was flipping cold, and Mindy was still there talking to Chico some black guy that had hit on everyone of us on Thursaday night. She saw that Jesse had his arm around me and was making a scene about it like it was wrong. Which made me mad again. Cuz shes done stuff with him so she had no right to judge me about it. Didnt help that Jesse started humping me too. We went back to Trish's for awhile than Jacki took me and Jesse home around 3, And I got to sleep in my own bed again!
And OMG Sam from the 4th got my email through the grapevine called my family and emailed me saying he really wanted to talk to me and he missed being able to talk to me and he thinks about me alot. His number was in the email and I called him today and just got done talking to him. That guy makes me melt. He said if I had trouble gettin to The Lake for Labor Day he would come see me! | | |
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