Subject: [BA_Gutter] Dream Once More part 4 Date: Wed, 03 Dec 2003 23:52:09 -0000 From: "Tracy" Dream Once More part 4 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 he is not the same as she remembers. NC-17 eventually but mostly less Feed Back- Like an elephant at the zoo, and peanuts, I always perform so much better. So, yes please!!!!! Part 4 Spike shed his pants and lay naked next to her warm, soft skin. The next thing he knew Emma had straddled him; her panties and bra were missing. Her hair hung just a bit forward she just looked down at him. "Do you even have any idea how damn gorgeous you are?" Spike's reaction was to lift an eyebrow. "No, I'm so very serious. It's been hell sparring, just being near you with those oh so wonderful cheekbones and blue eyes." Emma brushed her hand across his cheek then. Spike grabbed her and flipped her, straddling her, grabbing one of her nipples in his mouth. Emma, so responsive tonight, would probably be embarrassed in the morning but Spike wasn't thinking that far ahead. The pressure was so much he couldn't hold back and he entered her and felt those lovely slayer muscles squeeze him until he finally released. She smiled up at him and he was ready again. They managed to go three times before Emma finally fell asleep, the alcohol taking over. Spike enjoyed how she snuggled against him, as if she would actually get any warmth from him. Emma just seemed happy to have as much of her skin touch his as possible. They slept like that and Spike was actually the first to wake the next morning. The night came rushing back, and he studied the girl next to him. She had held her own last night, only succumbing to the alcohol around five in the morning. He stroked her hair and pushed it back to see her face. No matter how hard he tried he did not feel bad about what had happened. A short while later she stirred. He watched from the left pillow as she, on the right facing his direction, woke. The first thing he saw was a smile. "Oh thank god, I thought it was a dream" "It was, love." He smiled. Emma blushed then. "One thing about tequila and me, I kind of lose all my inhibitions." "I'll say. And who need those sodding things anyways?" Emma reached out and touched his cheek. "I know, you don't have to give me the speech. I'm a big girl; all this doesn't mean anything. Don't worry; I had fun but ..." Spike just kissed her. "Before you go there how about we have us another shag." "Give me a minute." Emma got up and sauntered naked to the bathroom, then came running back and jumped on the bed. "Okay, I'm ready!" The phone rang about two hours later. It was Wes, and Spike told Emma that he had to leave but that she could stay and he'd drive her home when he got back. * * Emma showered and dressed, then wandered about the hotel. Most men never knew how very experienced she was at eighteen. It had been easier to keep that aspect of herself hidden once she got to UCLA. Funny thing was, very early she had found out she liked sex. Really liked it. And with the new powers and slaying she craved it so often. Spike as a vampire was probably the only man who could keep up with her. She had to be careful not to ruin this. ** Spike was impatient with the operation. As much as he cared for Fred, he was thinking of that luscious body of Emma's waiting back at the Hyperion. Finally it was over and he was on his way back there. He found her fully clothed, lying on his bed, the coverlet over her bare legs, sound asleep. She looked younger as she slept. Sitting next to her, he brushed some hair behind her ear. Emma stirred. " Spike?" she yawned. "None other." Stretching, she sat up. "I'm sorry if I made this hard between us, please don't ..." He quieted her with a motion of his finger. "Emma, pet, I enjoyed it. What about you?" She just nodded. "Well then, love, why would there be a problem?" Shrugging, she just said, "The working together..." "Well, I'm thinking this is a bloody great benefit. You?" "Hoped you'd say that." Spike realized there was a lot more than a sweet 18-year-old sitting across from him. * * The next few weeks seemed to fly by. Emma brought a few of her things to the Hyperion and stayed most every night with Spike. But the end of the term was coming. If they weren't in bed, she was studying or writing a paper. Spike would interrupt her periodically and they would end up in bed as quickly as they could shed their clothes. Spike started to wonder if all slayers were so insatiable. The Friday before finals week, Emma asked Spike to read her paper. It was a riveting piece explaining the aspects of knightly love and how they applied to the fictional King Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere as well as to current times. When he finished she was reading over notes. "I liked it, and it read better than just an essay." "Thanks," she smiled. She had her hair pulled up and a pencil behind her ear. "You amaze me, Em. I mean, so sodding smart, brave, strong and self- assured. I was anything but that at your age." "I know, I am so damn perfect, it's freaky. I even try to be bad and it never works, something happens and it all works out. But Spike, times were different then. Besides, didn't you say you were a bit of a momma's boy?" Emma was holding back a laugh. "Momma's boy? I'll show you a momma's boy." He lifted her and took her to the bed. Spike removed all her clothing and started kissing her all over. "Oh, Spike, I can't...I have..." He moved down, parting her legs, then began to suck on her clit. "I'll just stay up later then, ah ah ah." His tongue moved so quickly that Emma couldn't think of anything else. Her mind was a blank except for the electrical pulses passing through it. Spike was like no other; he had a way that could drive any sane thought right from her mind, and all her instincts just took over. He slid in, filling her and creating that lovely pressure, then the rhythmic motion made her gasp for air. Slowly, steadily he pumped; she whispered, "Harder," and he obliged. Before long she felt the tension and soon it was hard to breathe. Feeling her own muscles respond, squeezing, milking him, she let finally crested and took in a gulp of breath. She felt her juices release, then he exploded inside her. Dizzy, she kissed him and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Okay, considering that was so long ago and the times were as they were I'll recant and say you were not a momma's boy, at least..." He cut her off with a kiss. "Bloody hell, woman, I didn't share that with you so you could bring it up for your entertainment." "Well it did result in my entertainment." He smiled. "Did it now?" Looking at the clock, Emma sighed. "I'll never pass my finals this way. The last few weeks I've been totally distracted and now, not that I'm complaining, just worried about keeping my grades and scholarship." "I know. I am such a bloody distraction, it's really quite rude." Laughing, she held his face. " Like you could be anything but. It is, however, a very attractive trait of yours. Tell you what, not 'cause I want to but out of necessity, I'll stay tonight, but then I'll stay on campus until Friday and my last final. Then....Stop pouting, Spike. We'll fit a week's worth in tonight." That made him smile. TBC