"Its always supposed to be about you, isn't it?"
Buffy sat up in her bed, astonishment stuck to her face. The moonlight streamed in her blinds, making dark lines of shadow and blue on her bed, up her curving body covered with a thin sheet, and along her bare shoulders and head. She pulled the crisp white sheets under her arms to hold them in place over her naked body, and ran her tiny hands through her long silken tresses exasperation in her sigh. A figure stood in the doorway. It was in the middle of the night, so he was not framed by the hall light. He was just there. Black on black. Staring at her. A breath caused a flame, and lit up his face briefly, and dimmed again as he blew out the smoke.
"Okay, one: what are you doing in my house at this hour? two: put that cigarette out. and three: what the HELL are you TALKING about?...at this hour, again." she whispered fiercely. He walked towards her, pressing the cigarette into a tiny ornemental dish she had on her bedside table. Probably some thing from her mom. She leaned back against the headboard, not quite sure what move to make. He pulled off the long black coat which glimmered in the stripped moonlight and threw it across the foot of her bed. Next he kicked off his shoes, they landed with a dull thud on the carpet near the door, which he promptly shut with a soft click. He pulled off his clinging black shirt with one smooth movement. And with the stance of a cat, he stalked her, moving nearer to the bed.
"Oh god, Spike, no." she mumbled moving to the other side of the bed and standing up, pulling the sheets with her. He stood up straight and cocked his head to the side, staring at her moonlit sillouette against the blinds. The glowing white sheet looked like the toga of a goddess around her naked frame, but the moonlight came through, and the shadow of her bare skin curves through the vieling drove him mad.
"You come to me when you want to feel. I want to feel. I come to you. With you." he whispered forcefully, moving towards her again. Before she had the chance to dart out of the way in her flowing makeshift gown, his cold hands stretched out and ripped it from her body.
She gasped.
"So, this is how its gonna be now, huh, Spike? Back to the clothes-ripping routine?" She whispered at him, spitting between rapid breaths. Her heart was pounding, that adrenaline of this violent arousal surged through her body as it was hit by the sudden cool air of being utterly naked. Something screamed inside her to back away and flee from this agressive man, with skin of cool marble. She found her senses overloaded however, her seduced mouth falling open as she breathed heavily. He moved right up agains her tiny shivering body, his hand clutching the sheet over his shoulder casually. His slender nose was less than a centimeter from hers, but he didn't touch her. He was quite content on driving her mad with his presence. He smirked down into her upturned face, her eyelids blinking lazily, as if her strength had been drained out of her. Suddenly she surged up into his face, pressing her wet pink lips to his wide ones, baring her teeth and tongue into his waiting mouth. His huge hands suddenly enfolded her body as she pushed him onto the bed, her naked torso slapping onto his hard chest. She moaned into his kisses as she mounted him, tearing at his pants with eager, desperate motions. One of his cold hands grabbed both of her wrists at once and pulled them away from his fly, and up to his face. She struggled uncomfortably on top of him, his gaze cutting rudely into her.
"What?" she spat at him
"This isn't about you, remember? I want it. I want the feeling, pet." And with that gruff statement he turned her over, straddling her tiny squirming waist, and pulled 2 pairs of handcuffs out of each of his pockets. "One for each smooth tender limb" he grinned at her. Buffy's hazel eyes grew round as the cold metal glinted shut on each wrist and ankle and was fastened to each of the four bed frame corners. There she was, her strong body laying still in the barred moonlight. He knelt between her legs, staring at her carefully, before kicking off the scratchy black denim pants and climbing up her quivering, but aroused body to lay ontop of it. His body weight pressed her into the bed and she struggled for breath as his heavy torso lay on hers. His face peered into hers as his leathery hands ran up her outstretched arms.
"Oh Buffy" he murmered under his smoky breath before he kissed her forcefully and wildly. She blinked, surprised as his tongue once again invaded her mouth and throat, and decided not to respond back, but just stare with cold eyes at his eyelids and forehead. Those dark eyebrows were scrunched in utter joy and passion as he kissed her, and she forced herself to look away. Fixing her gaze on the ceiling she allowed her tense body to relax into the bed, since it was no use to struggle against the vice of the cuffs and his force. He pulled away and stared down into her unemotional face. His smooth lips curved into an evil smirk.
"So you're gonna do that then, love? Act like this doesn't drive you wild and hot? I know you better than that, pet, and you know it. Because it seems," his voice got softer as he turned his sinewy neck to look down at where one of his knees was resting tightly between her thighs, "that my knee has gotten terribly wet. Must be that lack of arousal of yours." his sarcasm biting her ears as his smirk grew wider. Her dark hazel eyes flashed.
"You're a pig, Spike." her low gratey voice said articulatly to him, raising her head off the pillow a bit to say it harshly into his mocking expression.
"Oh, I know it." he grinned, as his hands began to wander her body, molding to her curves and teasing every spot he knew made her groan and sigh. But her face remained stoic, which turned him on even more. Her eyes seaching the cracks of the cieling, blinking slowly as if his wide fingers dancing in her inner thighs and up and down her legs and chest didn't make her want to shout with ecstasy. But Spike could see her tongue rolling sensuously in her mouth, and her gleaming teeth biting down to keep from moaning his name. So he entered her at the hips, and licking her shoulders and arms with his tongue, trying desperatly to get her unwanted reaction. The night was perfectly silent except for her forced even breath and his little groans under his nonexistant breath. He reached his point and gasped crazily, her name coming between his pants. Buffy's body twitched slightly, everything in her was in complete pleasure and unearthly joy, but what sent her over the edge was his gruff accent breathing out her name through lips wet with her mouth's dew. Her mouth opened and she said his name.
She opened her eyes abruptly to see his reaction. There was that wicked grin again on his slender pointed jaw. She sighed and rolled her eyes in her sarcastic, bored, and unimpressed fashion, only making him smile bigger. Several powerful thrusts and sighs later he came to rest on top of her slippery body, his nose pointing into her neck, breathing in the smell of the sweat in her hair and behind her delicate ears. She felt her emotional shield dropping further as she savored the feel of his cool hard body against her flaming skin. A crystal rose color began to light up the sky outside of the windows, causing the vampire to stir. He carefully lifted himself off her body in such a gentle way that she shuddered. He noticed her shaking, but pretended that his skyblue eyes were focused on undoing the chafing metal cuffs on each limb. First the cool bars around the bruised ankles, and then the chained bracelets on the impossibly small wrists. When the last silver loop swung open, Buffy sat up, rubbing all of the red marks that now graced her perfect golden skin.
"Sorry Pet" he said, in an unapologetic whisper.
"Oh, your not yet. But you're gonna be." she whispered back fiercely. With lightning quick speed she flung the two cuffs around each of his wrists and pushed his muscular frame into the shallow closet. Snapping each of the other metal links shut around the hanger pole, avoiding his astonished and extremely aroused gaze. She danced a little into the middle of the room and dressed herself, still ignoring him, but fully aware of his watchfulness. Then she picked up the shiny leather coat and put it on happily.
"Mm. Smells like Spike. How incredibly sexy. Really, its a turn on. It will keep me all wet for tonight." she snapped teasingly, posing in the middle of the floor for him. The coat looked like a giant cape on her, making her look like a dark goddess, full of beauty and strength. She stretched her head back, and ran one of her tiny fingers down her body seductively. He twitched uncomfortalby, reaching for her desperately.
"Ah, Ah, Ah, Spike. Tonight. And those cuffs aint coming off, even when the sun does set, and I return." she put one finger in her mouth, and then stuck it in between his eager lips. He sucked on it sensuously, rolling his tongue around it and biting on it. She pulled away, gave him one last look, and shut the closet door with a click. She intended it to be capture and restraining...torturous to him. Exactly what she wanted. But to him, she was closing the door to protect him from the sun, and keep him safe and aroused by the bondage for her for later that night...exactly what he wanted.