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Fic: DISTANCE (pt 59 of ?) - redacted
This section of the fic has been redacted. I've left it here as an out-take.




Previously

"I've had a lot of time to think, remember? To tell myself our story. I've told it over and over. Not just to myself. To the girls. To my friends. I know it by heart. I couldn't be who I am now, without you, your influence, your help. Your love." She patted his leg. "You're not the only one who's got a private little religion going here. You showed me yours, I show you mine."

"Buffy—"

"I don't doubt you'll gain control with time. I trust you Spike, and you've never let me down. Meanwhile, okay, we'll give your demon plenty of exercise. We'll take him places where he can let rip."

"Aren't you going to sign my cast?"

"Got a thing or two to do first."

"What?" She was curled in the armchair, where Xander, after bringing her back from the hospital, had left her with a plate of sandwiches, a bottle of wine, and the tv remote in reach. She was a little drowsy from Percocet and shiraz, which really weren't mixy, if you wanted to be strict about these things. Despite it, the wrist ached deeply with her pulse—the downside to fast slayer healing was more pain.

Spike dropped to his knees before her. "Don't move, love. Gonna take care of you."

"I'm fine. I've got everything." She blinked stupidly. "See, Xander even tied one of my pretty silk scarves around it. Isn't that nice? He's nice."

"I'm gonna be a good deal nicer, though I can't drive you out in the day." Spike gathered up her legs, tugged her gently to the edge of the chair, rucking up her skirt in the process, and moved them open. "Now you relax an' enjoy this ride."

She sank lower, spread herself wider, as he moved in between her thighs. Wrapped her good hand around the crown of his head, spreading her fingers into the hair that felt the way she remembered it. He nosed her mons, teasing the curls with his breath, breathing them in.

"Missed this. Buffy. Missed you." He pressed kisses into her thighs, his fingers meanwhile making delicate tracings of the lips of her cunt, dipping into her moisture, spreading it out and down. "You're so hot for me. You get so wet an' smell like heaven. Gonna make your little box shake an' tremble. Gonna eat you all up."

His rumbling voice sounded rapturous. The Percocet made it snake through her like a second tongue, one that could caress her inside, all through her sinews, as his real tongue teased her, too slow, too gentle at first, maddening, so she squirmed and tried to press him in closer, sank down lower in the chair, her legs doubled back on the armrests. She couldn't take her eyes off him, he kept looking at her, his dark brows signaling.

She mewed. "Please."

"Please what? What d'you want, you greedy little minx?"

"More."

"You'll have it when I see fit."

"Oh God." She wasn't quite used to him being this way, kingly and imperious. She liked it. It held all kinds of possibilities.

"Feel it, Slayer. Feel me takin' you. Lappin' you down."

She let her eyes close then, and felt it. A memory came back to her—she'd never been sure if it was a real one, or some fantasy she'd conflated into fact. The first time Spike ate her pussy. In the bathroom of Giles' Sunnydale flat, while they were under that love-spell. He'd pushed in with her when she'd gone to pee, and before she could shove him back out the door, he'd been on his knees, yanking her trousers down, burying his face in the cleft of her thighs. She'd had to bite a towel to keep from making a loud noise. Rising, he'd leered in her face, pressed a deep sloppy kiss on her mouth, his lips slick with her spending, and ducked out before she could hit him. The whole thing had taken less than two minutes and Giles never knew.

Afterwards they'd both pretended it hadn't happened.

Her mouth was open, gasping. She gasped, "Do you remember—Giles' bathroom—"

"Went off like a rocket, you did. Drenched me."

"Oh God. I wish we could've fucked then."

Spike laughed, and it rumbled all through her, her clit quivering against his vibrating tongue.

"Oh—there. There. Right there."

He laughed again, bearing down, and her whole body flexed, her ass coming up off the cushion, arching into a deep shaking fall. As the ripples faded, he slipped three fingers up inside her, fucking them against the hot spot inside. She twisted and cried out. Didn't have to keep quiet up here. She knew he liked her noise. He'd be achingly hard in his jeans, exquisitely enjoying his own arousal as he postponed his pleasure for hers.

He worked her hard now, four fingers in her pussy, pressing and stroking as he sucked on her clit, letting her feel his teeth once in a while—that made her buck—laughing at her as she tried and failed to postpone her second climax.

"Many as you need. Know you've got a deficit. Could spend all night here."

When she finally stopped him, yanking him up by the collar, she thought he was a little disappointed. "Guess you'll have to work me up to more than six."

"You're out of practice."

"I am. No one's been there, since you. Now I need your tongue in my mouth." She hauled him in with her one good fist, licked at his face, claimed his mouth. "Take out your cock. Get it in me."

The armchair was a low one; the right height for him to fuck her in it. To drown her in deep propulsive kisses as he covered her. To squeeze her breasts together and suck at the nipples until she threw her head back and screamed. He nipped at the scars on her neck. When she looked at him next, he was golden-eyed.

She stared into them. "Spike. Whatever you want."

Their stare built. He seemed mesmerized. Then he glanced away. "Can't. Not yet."

"Doesn't matter." She pulled him towards her, kissed the jagged demon mouth, churning and coming as she sucked the rough demon tongue. "Fuck me Spike. Take take take take—"

After, when they were both sprawled half in half off the big chair, juices drying on skin, limbs tangled, they went on kissing, soft and shallow now, his lips once more soft against hers.

"Did you bring the demon out just then, or did he just emerge?"

"Why d'you want him so much?"

"Because he's you. I want you. I want everything of you."

"You're a good girl. Not sure I'll ever be able to do that, though."

"I know. It's okay. I just want you to know—you can. I'm yours, all ways."

"Yeah."

"Doesn't it ... I mean ... is it that it doesn't feel good, or—?"

"Too good, if anythin'. Too good."

"I want the demon to be part of your pleasure. Ours. You'd never take it too far."

"Says the slayer with the broken wrist." He drew her arm up, kissed the pale curled hand emerging from the plaster.

"I like it that you're so strong. I want you to always be that strong."

"That why you want me to feed on you?"

"Maybe a little. But mostly it's about me wanting to give you everything ... and it's just really kinky and hot. You know I'm a kinky girl."

"Always knew it." He smiled. "Fancy you thinkin' just then of our little moment in Rupert's old bog."

"It really happened, didn't it?"

"If it hadn't, I'd have had to invent it."

"I thought maybe I did. Invent it." She kissed him. "I'm so glad you remember everything again. When you were together before—"

"—when I was out of my head—"

"—you were wonderful to me and I was so happy but even though I was afraid of what you'd think, I missed the whole you. I missed you all the time. Every minute."

"Can't believe you were really so scared. You really thought I'd be sore at you?"

"I didn't know. You weren't really dead, and you hadn't told me. And it seemed to me that in Sunnydale, at the end ... you didn't want me, or anything. You'd cleared your decks. What was I supposed to think?"

"Yeah, was kind of like that. Had to be."

"So if I hadn't been so stupid. If I'd told you sooner—"

"Pet, don't dwell on it. We can talk about the past all you like, I like it too. But don't fret over the hard things, yeah? Makes me sad to see you fret."

"But when I fret I cry, and when I cry, your cock gets enormous."

"You've noticed that."

The mere mention of it made Spike's flesh start to press against her thigh. She put her good hand down and caressed it. "God I love your thing."

"Do you?"

"I'll tell you a secret." She put her lips against his ear. "I always have."


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