22.  Our Last Night Together

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Warning: lemon scene!

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Illyria looked up when Spike entered the room. Blood was still smeared on his right cheek, but he didn’t look like he was worried about that. Getting up from the bed, Illyria crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Spike, as he hugged her back

“It is done?”

“Yeah. Wes and I buried her. At least she’s with Connor now, but poor Jadyn is now without parents. I guess I should look after her now. Unless I die of course”

“You really believe you shall fall in this coming fight?”

“I’ve fought lots of battles, love, but this one is huge. This one, no, I don’t think I’ll live. I don’t think any of us is going to survive”

Illyria stared into Spike’s sad, blue eyes, before making a quick decision. She pulled Spike close to her, pressing her lips to his. At first he didn’t resist, but then he pulled back, shaking his head

“Now’s not the time, Blue”

“Now is the time, Spike. It is highly possible we will fall. This is our last night together. We should make the most of it”

Spike chuckled, mostly to himself

“No wonder I love you. Who else would have a wedding before the big crunch?”

“No one”

Spike smiled, before pressing his lips to Illyria’s. She moaned, pressing back harder, as Spike’s hand travelled up her back, before playing with a strand of her hair, as her hands came up and began running along his cheekbones. Spike’s hands then travelled down Illyria’s back, pressing her close to him, as his tongue touched her lips. Her mouth opened lightly and Spike shoved his tongue inside, feeling around, as her own tongue pushed back against him, tasting his lips. Illyria moaned at the feel of Spike’s lips crushed against hers, as her hands slid his duster off, dropping it on the floor. Spike’s arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her up easily, before carrying her back to the bed and gently lying her down. Illyria drew back from Spike, her lips swollen and her face flushed, as Spike held himself over her

Her hands pressed at the back of his head, pulling him down as her lips devoured his. Spike lowered his body weight on Illyria, his hands resting on her hips, while her hands roamed over his back, before grabbing his T-shirt and pulling it over his head, then tossing it aside. Illyria moaned in appreciation as Spike lifted himself up so she could admire his well-defined torso. Spike grinned proudly to himself, as Illyria’s hands roamed over his chest and stomach, sending heated sparks of desire through him. He groaned at her touch, before leaning down and kissing her throat. Illyria groaned, her hands roaming over his back once again, as he sucked briefly on her jugular, then trailed kisses up her neck and behind her jaw, before trailing back down towards her collar bone again

“Gonna have to get you out of your catsuit, love,” Spike said huskily

Illyria groaned her approval, before undoing Spike’s belt, then lowering his jeans. Spike sat up, removing his boots, before tugging his jeans off. Illyria held herself up on her elbows, admiring Spike’s naked form. He grinned at her, his hand slowly moving down his own body. At that moment, Illyria’s leather outfit melted away, leaving her naked on the bed

“That’s a bit better, pet,” Spike grinned

He crawled up the bed, settling down between Illyria’s legs, before crushing his lips to hers again. Her hands clutched at his biceps, as Spike trailed kisses down her throat, then along her collarbone, before reaching her sternum and placing light kisses on her chest. Illyria groaned, her hands running through his peroxide hair as he kissed his way towards her right breast, his lips fastening over her blue nipple. Illyria groaned, her fingers pressing into Spike’s hair as he sucked and licked her nipple, his tongue flicking at the blue-tinged bud. Illyria arched her back, pressing Spike harder against her flesh, as he trailed kisses across her chest to her left breast and repeating his ministrations. Illyria’s fingernails raked along his back, causing Spike to hiss in pleasurable pain, as his hand slowly ran down Illyria’s lithe body, stroking the small patch of blue curls at the apex of her legs, before moving further down. Illyria groaned at his touch, as Spike smirked and kissed her throat, then bit down gently and started sucking, as Illyria started doing the same to him

“Feel good, pet?” Spike asked, before continuing with his hickey

“Uh-huh,” Illyria replied breathlessly

She moaned as Spike applied more pressure and started to pick up speed. Her hands ran along his back, as her left hand moved down over his hip, before reaching between his legs. Spike gasped as she grabbed him none too gently, but not so it was too painful. He held back a groan as she started to move her hand back and forth. His fingers moved faster, feeling the wetness build up. Illyria was moaning in pleasure, wanting completion. Spike took notice of this and lifted himself up, positioning himself better between her legs. Illyria spread her legs, before wrapping them around Spike’s waist and pulling him close. Spike bit back a groan as he started to slide in. Illyria arched her back slightly, her hands on Spike’s shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as he slid in all the way to the hilt. For a moment, they held the position, savouring the pleasure, then Spike started to move, gently at first so Illyria could get used to the feeling

He loved the way her eyes fluttered and the small moans escaped her lips as he moved slowly inside her. Her nailed dug into his skin, drawing droplets of blood, as her teeth grazed at his throat, scraping against his jugular and causing him to hiss and thrust deeper. Illyria let out a moan as Spike started pick up his pace, the intensity of pleasure starting to build. Spike grunted as he felt his own climax starting to build and he began thrust harder. Illyria grabbed hold of his hips, guiding him deeper inside her, as Spike grabbed one of her hands and held it near her head, their fingers clenching together as the pleasure started to build higher and higher. Spike gritted his teeth, growling at the back of his throat as he thrusted harder and deeper into Illyria. Her nails dug into his ass cheek, feeling the pleasure starting to overwhelm her. It was like a ball that was getting larger by the second and threatening to explode inside her. Illyria groaned, throwing her head back, as Spike grinned at the sight of his wife

“That’s it, love, come for me. Come for me, babe. God, you feel so good, pet. This feel good for you?”

“Don’t – stop – Spike,” Illyria replied with ragged breath

Spike smirked and kept pounding inside her. The ball of pleasure exploded inside Illyria. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her and she tightened her fingers around Spike’s, almost crushing them, while also clenching her vaginal muscles around Spike’s cock. He groaned and thrusted once, twice, spilling his seed inside Illyria on the third thrust. He groaned, his climax making him dizzy, his hand clutching Illyria’s hand hard. He thrusted a few times, making sure all his seed was inside her, before gently lying down on Illyria. She smiled as she stroked his hair, feeling the sweat running from his body and mingling with hers. Spike took in a few deep unneeded breaths of air, before locking eyes with Illyria, then kissing her passionately. She moaned against his lips as he drew back

“God, Leery, I love you so much”

Illyria smiled, gently touching Spike’s cheek as he smiled back at her

“And I love you too,” she replied

“I want to stay like this forever,” Spike said

“That could be possible if I had my full powers, but unfortunately, I do not”

“Yeah, plus we’ve got the end of the world to deal with”

Spike groaned as he pushed himself up, before slowly sliding out of Illyria. She felt a sense of emptiness when he withdrew and sat up, tightening her lower muscles so she didn’t drip any of his seed all over the bed sheets. Spike stretched his arms, his wet cock slackening, as he reached for his jeans and put them on, buckling his belt

“Well, I guess we gotta get up and get at them,” he said, lacing his boots

Illyria nodded and rose up from the bed, summoning her leather armour, as Spike put his T-shirt on and wrapped an arm around Illyria’s waist, pulling her close to him, then pressing a kiss to her lips. She crushed her lips back at his, loving the taste and feel of his lips. Spike crushed her body against his as they kissed passionately, not knowing what was coming next. It was as if this would be the last kiss they would ever have and Spike had a feeling that it would be, though he didn’t really to voice that out loud. He had just made love to his wife and he didn’t want to ruin the moment, preferring to reveal in the aftermath, but he knew that reality would quickly be crashing down upon the couple

“Time to go and meet up with the others,” Spike sighed, “The dragons might be here”

“Very well then. Let’s go,” Illyria agreed

Spike picked his duster up from the floor and put it on, as Illyria opened the door, waiting for him. He locked eyes with her, worried about what was going to happen in the next few hours. He was scared for her. He knew she was strong and nearly indestructible, but they were going up against at least a hundred Old Ones and he knew that the chances of them surviving was very slim to none

“Come, let’s go,” Illyria said

Spike nodded and followed her out of the room

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