Subject: [BA_Gutter] Dream Once More 23
Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 02:25:46 -0000
From: "Tracy" <teaclaybourne@yahoo.com>

Dream Once More 23

Author T, Claybourne
Disclaimer,  Fox ME, Joss and the others they do not endorse this but
it's only for entertainment so please no suing guys.

Spoiler of Angel up to Destiny

Buffy comes to LA, but it may be too late: Spike is with some one
else, and Angel is not the same as she remembers.

NC-17 eventually but mostly less

Feed Back: Very needed , very welcome!! Please , pretty please!!!!

Part 23

The sun was up and shining brightly into the room when Buffy awoke.
Wesley's arm was lying on her stomach. Wes must have made an attempt
to keep holding her even though he had fallen asleep.  Buffy looked
at him.  With his face relaxed in sleep he seemed much younger.  She
gently turned so she could face him.  Studying his face, she noticed
how handsome he actually was.  How could she not have seen this years
ago?  Cordelia had, but she always tried to pay no attention to Cordy
then.  Buffy put the palm of her hand lightly on his cheek.  The
small amount of stubble felt nice.  Then, without much thought, she
leaned in and kissed him on the lips.  Wesley's eyes fluttered open,
and he smiled.

"Morning," started Buffy.

"Indeed it is."  Wes looked in her eyes and his flicked back and
forth as if he was literally trying to read her.

Buffy didn't wait for him to speak; she leaned in for a kiss again.
Wes pulled her body closer to him and held her tightly, his hands
traveling up and down her back.

Buffy was a bit surprised to feel that achy tingle just above her
pubic bone.  Wes stopped the kiss and lifted his head to rest on his
hand, his elbow on the bed.  He brushed a piece of her silky hair
back from her eyes.  "You are so stunning, dear."

Buffy felt an odd sense of urgency well up in her.  Was he feeling as
she was? She brushed the front of his slacks and discovered that yes,
indeed, Wes felt the same.

"What was that?" Wesley asked her.

"A check of sorts."  She kissed him then.  Wesley moved to hold her
shoulders.  Buffy stopped the kiss for a moment.  " I wanted to know
if you were feeling the same as me?  I know this is forward but Wes,
I need you, I want to..."

His answer was his lips to hers.  Wes's tongue gently opened hers and
then explored the warmth there.  His hands moved down and cupped her
breast.  It had been so long for Buffy since she had been touched
like this.  She arched to meet his caresses.  Then she began to
unbutton his shirt and was rewarded by the feel of his skin, hot
beneath her touch.  Wes sat up and threw his shirt to the ground.  He
removed Buffy's sheer top and then her camisole.  An audible intake
of breath told Buffy he appreciated what he saw.  Wes bowed down and
began to suckle her nipples, first the right and then the left.
Buffy felt her nipples harden beneath his tongue.  Something akin to
an electric pulse traveled from where Wes's mouth was to her swelling
sex.  The muscles there started to twinge a bit, and before she knew
it her underwear was moist.  Wes moved his hand down and pulled her
skirt up to her waist, his lips never leaving her breasts.  His
fingers caressed her through her panties.  Buffy couldn't stand it,
she bent and ripped them off, making Wes chuckle.  He looked at her
face and began to kiss her, up her chest, across her collarbone and
to her neck, finally reaching her lips again.  Buffy tried to undo
his belt and pants but Wes pulled back, stood and removed them.  At
the same time Buffy got up and removed her skirt.  Across the bed
they stared at one another, each fully unclothed.

"Dear lord, but you are spectacular," sighed Wes

Buffy blushed a little and climbed under the covers.  Wes joined her.
He ran his hands lightly over her thighs, her stomach, her breasts,
and back down her belly.  Then finally his fingers touched her in the
spot that she had been yearning for.  Buffy lay back, enjoying the
feeling until she realized she was near climax.  At that very moment
she reached for his large erection.  Her tiny hand circled the top,
then her fingers played with the glans.  This time it was Wesley who
arched towards Buffy.  He moved, spreading Buffy's legs and kneeling
in the v they created.  He started at her breasts, kissing and
sucking, then worked her way down her belly.  As he began to kiss her
mound, Buffy reached for him and he looked up.  Buffy's eyes pleaded
with him, then she rasped out, "Please, Wes, I need you inside, I
need to feel you inside."

Wes slowly slid in.  Buffy was so tight and the pressure for Wes was
in all the right places.  Her warm wetness enveloped him.  He began
to move slowly.  Buffy moaned, spurring Wes to go a bit deeper. Each
thrust increased in depth and speed.  Buffy had been making little
noises until she cried out, "Oh god, oh god, ooooh Wes, I'm...I, I-"
Then she sucked in her breath and he felt her muscles contracting.

Her sex began to tighten around him, pulling him in deeper.  Wes had
a lot of control; he had perfected it with Lilah.  He used to hold
on, making her ask, "Did you yet? I didn't feel it."  He could bring
her to orgasm three or four intense times before he came.  It always
irritated her that she would be the first and Wes would pleasantly
torture her that he hadn't.  But it was becoming much too difficult
with Buffy.  Below him her face was in obvious ecstasy and her golden
hair framed it beautifully.  Finally Buffy let out a breath and Wes
felt her hot fluid cover him and he too climaxed.  He didn't collapse
upon her but stayed staring down at her.  Buffy's eyes fluttered open
and finally her breathing became regular.  Seeing Wes above her, she
gave him a beautiful satisfied smile.

Buffy swallowed and whispered.  "Wes?"

He fell to her side and rolled her over until she was on top.  Again
his eyes darted back and forth.  "Well, so much for not rushing
things," he grinned. "Are you disappointed, dear?"

Buffy flipped her hair back over her shoulders.  "Are you kidding
me?  After that, how could any girl be disappointed?"

"But Buffy, you are not just any girl."

Buffy kissed him then and moved herself over his penis, slowly
enticing him to hardness again.

* * * *

Spike didn't get up to get the girls off to school, although they did
manage to wake him from his sleep.  He covered his head and breathed
in Emma's scent from her side of the mattress.  The vampire smelled
the remnants of their lovemaking and all the scents together became
enticing; if only he could hold her up against his body right now.
Spike felt as if he was the one with the hole in his chest.  Why had
she done it?  He had had more than a lifetime and she had so little.
Emma had left him here to wish the arrow had pierced both of them.
Spike stayed there under the covers until there was a knock on the
door.  He peeked out and saw that the clock read eleven thirty.

"Sod off, whoever it is!"

He heard the knock again. It was more persistent now.  He reasoned it
must be Buffy or Wes, and he had no desire to see either right now.

"Piss off!"

Through the door he heard Fred.  "Spike?"

Bloody hell, he thought, Fred.  What was she doing here?

"Please let me in; I need to see you?"

Spike moved haltingly to the door and opened it, then went to sit on
the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Spike?" Fred looked at him.  His eyes were rimmed in red and his
color was even paler than usual, if that were possible.

"Oh Spike, I am so sorry."

Spike looked away then.

"Pet, you'll have to excuse; not much in the mood for company today."

"I brought this for you."  Fred thrust out the duster.

Spike pictured himself obtaining the duster, the dance with Wood's
mother and then his winning.  Suddenly that slayer turned into Emma,
lying in that subway car bleeding.

"Keep it, Fred; it's not me anymore."

"Oh, no, but Spike, everyone knows you by it; it is you.  You can't
just throw away years of an image like it is just an old coat, which
granted this clearly is an old coat, when I say 'old' I don't mean
like antique but you in it is...not antique, I mean you in it, that's
how I always picture you.  Sorry, I know I am rambling; it's because..."

"None of us know what to say," added Gunn, who stood in the doorway.

"Bloody fucking wonderful, I get to have Team Angel in."

"True, but only because we moved Angel to the cell in the basement
and are all going to share in the guard duty.  Not something you
wanted to hear I am sure, but best for everyone," replied Charles.

"Who's bloody idea was that?"

Fred raised her hand. "And Wes thought it was a good one."

"Well then, that's my cue to jet."  Spike picked up Emma's backpack
and emptied it onto the floor.  He headed to the bedroom and returned
with the bag full.

"You can't, silly, it's daylight!" Fred smiled, trying to get even a
grin out of him.

"Bugger, bloody daylight!" He dropped the pack and sank onto the
couch again.

* * * *

Angel felt strange being in the cell again.  It seemed colder than
the lockdown at Wolfram and Hart, but he knew the others had been
right.  Try as he might, he couldn't remember anything about Emma or
the others Wes had told him about.  The worst thing was he felt as if
he could actually smell Spike's grief, and it penetrated his
consciousness, forcing him experience it too.  Angel remembered how
hard it had been to leave Buffy, then to give up mortality and lose
her again.  The visit from Willow following her death was the worst.
The idea that he would *never* see her again hurt him to the core.
He was actually feeling sorry for Spike.  Now he knew he'd lost his
mind and all control.

Spike came down the stairs then.  He was silent as he handed Angel a
mug of blood.

"Thanks," said Angel .  Spike just nodded.

 After a long sip Angel asked, "What's in this?"

"Sorry, your hindass, no special blood mixes here; just plain old
pig's blood," snapped Spike.

"No, it's a bit spicy and really very good."

Spike cocked his head. "Burba weed, fresh, not like that powdered
crap you have Harmony put in yours."

"What?   Harmony doesn't put anything but a bit of otter in mine!"

Angel could not discern the look on Spike's face as the younger
vampire turned and ran up the stairs.

* * * *

Buffy lay with her head on Wesley's chest.

"I feel a little guilty," she blurted out.

"Whatever for?"

"Us, here like this, and Spike alone and mourning."

Wes stroked her hair.  "You are amazing, Buffy; your capacity to care
is absolutely phenomenal."

Buffy squeezed him.  "What time is it? Don't forget we have to get
over to the hotel."

Wes looked awkwardly at his watch, which was under Buffy, and
replied, "It's just eleven."

"We better get going; we have to shower or else the whole icky
vampire smelled ya thing will give us away.  Besides, it would look
bad if I show up in the same clothes I wore yesterday.  Grab your
stuff; there are two showers at my place."

TBC