Title: Caught Between Two Lovers Author:Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: All I own is nothing Summary: AU. Second season. A retelling of Spike and Buffy's first meeting. Angel never existed, and Spike is a little different. Part Five.... Somewhere in the Night ~~~~~ You'll sleep, when the morning comes And I'll lie and watch you sleeping... ~~~~~ "Teach me more." The words were softly spoken, but their impact on him was massive. Pushing his fingers deep into her mussed hair, he pulled back until her neck was arched. "I have so much to teach you," he said fiercely, "I hardly know where to begin." She smiled. "I promise to be a good student and work hard." "I should warn you, angelface, there will be a lot of studying involved, not to mention lengthy examinations." She touched his lower lip with one finger. "Do you grade on a curve?" He shrugged, glancing down at himself then back at her. "Well, I suppose there's a bit of a curve to it..." Her brow furrowed. "Huh?" "Never mind." Her genuine bewilderment nearly made him laugh out loud. Such an innocent, this little slayer was. He leaned down and kissed the confusion away from her expression. "Did you like that? What I just did to you?" Buffy's cheeks turned pink, right on cue. "Yes. I loved it. I've...never felt anything like that, and...at the end..." He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "What..are you saying you've never come before?" She hid her face against his chest. "No," she whispered. "Even by yourself?" She shook her head. He was more than a little surprised. Sixteen years old and never had an orgasm of any kind. "My poor baby," he said, kissing her forehead gently. "That must have been so frustrating for you." She looked at him as though she wanted to tell him something, but didn't know how to express herself, or perhaps she was just too shy to bring it up. "What, honey?" he coaxed. "Do you want to say something?" Buffy hesitated for a long while, but he didn't push her on it. Finally, she took a deep breath. "Sometimes...when I'm taking a shower...well, we have this kind of detatchable faucet...and it has these...settings on it..." "Yeah...?" She turned her head, and began to pick at a loose thread on the comforter. "I...I sort of.. of..." "It's all right," he said, rubbing his cheek against hers. "I know what you're saying." But she shook her head. "No...I'm saying that.. I wasn't...I couldn't..." She shrugged helplessly. "Not until here..with you." He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "God, you're wonderful," he said. "So sweet. Such a little girl...and such an incredible woman...both at the same time." She was probably the most naturally sensuous creature he'd ever come across in his long and checkered career. Everything about her indicated a depth of experience well beyond her tender years. The way she walked, the way she danced, even her mannerisms, like the way she would tilt her head and look at him from beneath the silky fringe of her bangs, or the way she would nibble at her lower lip while she was thinking about something...all these things made her appear to be a woman who knew what she was doing. But, outward appearances notwithstanding, in- side she was innocence personified, with seemingly no idea that the little things she did could drive a man mad with lust. It was a good thing she knew how to protect her- self. Otherwise, she would be an easy target for a predator of the human variety, the kind of man who couldn't take "Go to hell" for an answer. There were too many men walking around these days thinking that they were God's gift to women, not realizing that it was the other way around. He, personally, found women to be the most won- derful idea any benevolent deity ever had, and he kept that in the front of his mind every time he took one to his bed. Vampire though he may be, he'd never gotten his rocks off by hurting a girl in bed, and he'd never once committed a rape, no matter how much a woman SEEMED to be offering herself. There were a lot of men, he knew, that probably thought Buffy was asking for it on a daily basis, and no doubt felt that they were the right ones to give it to her. Just the thought of some man thinking such things about her, let alone trying to do something about it, made him angry as hell. "What are you thinking about?" The softly asked question broke through his meandering mind. "I'm thinking about, you, angelface," he said, slipping his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. "And how much I like being here with you." "Really?" she asked anxiously. "Yes," he replied promptly. "And now...where we again?" She giggled. "You were saying something about teaching me something new." "Oh, yes...how could I have forgotten?" He bent his head to kiss her, but she put her fingers against his lips. "I was wondering.." she began. "Wondering what, honey?" She took another deep breath and spoke quickly, before her nerve completely deserted her. "What you were doing to me before? Do...do YOU like that?" He smiled. "Giving it...or getting it?" Before she could start stammering out a confused answer, he said, "Yes...to both parts." Unbelievably, her little hand began to creep down his side and then bravely reached for the part of him that hadn't lost any of it's hard urgency. Her boldness surprised..and thrilled him. When he felt her warm little fingers wrapping securely around his cock, he hissed through his teeth. "God...baby... when you touch me, it's..." "It's what?" she asked, smiling a womanly wise smile. "It's heaven...and it's hell...and everything in be- tween," he said, falling onto his back and thrusting his hips up. "Tighter," he begged. "Oh...yes...." She was a fast learner. Her small hand slid up and down expertly, using the wetness she found at the head of his cock to lubricate her caress. When he opened his eyes, he saw her leaning closer to him, staring at his shaft intently, as though gathering her nerve. "Buffy..." he whispered. She looked up and met his gaze. "You don't have to, baby. Not if you don't feel like it." She paused only for a moment. "I do want to," she said. "But I..I don't know what to do...exactly." "Just lean over...and place your lips against the head..you don't have to open your mouth yet. You can start with...with kissing...just like we did before." She licked her lips, which nearly did him in right then and there, then lowered her head and pressed the softest kiss he'd ever felt on the tip of his shaft. It jerked uncontrollably in her hands, spilling a little clear fluid. She gasped at the taste on her lips. He waited to see what she would do, and she didn't disappoint him. Her little pink tongue crept out of her mouth and swiped at the smear of cum on her lower lip, tasting it. Amused, he had to ask. "Well, what do you think?" She said, "A little salty," in a perfectly serious tone of voice, as though he'd asked her if her dinner was properly seasoned. Raising one hand, he stroked her hair and said, out of the clear blue sky, "God, I am so crazy about you." She looked at him with wide and wondering eyes, then smiled the prettiest smile he'd ever been graced with. "Come here," he said, reaching for her and pulling her up until she was within reach to kiss. They spent several long and lingering moments ex- changing kisses that ranged from light and airy, to deep and moist and penetrating. When she finally pulled back, it was to move back down his body and resume her lesson in the art of oral pleasure. He was having a difficult time of it. The feel of her lips when she kissed his shaft was beyond belief. And when her silky soft cheek rubbed against it, like a kitten nuzzling a gently stroking hand, he was afraid he would do some- thng he hadn't done since he was a callow youth...com- pletely lose control and make a mess all over her. Finally taking a firm grip on his libido, he brushed her hair away from her face to watch what she would do next. But she needed encouragement to cross this par- ticular bridge. "Buffy...sweetheart...if you want to," he swallowed hard, "just open your mouth a little and...and I'll do the rest." Glancing at him for a brief moment, she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Desperately reining himself in, he slid in just a fraction of an amount. Not wanting to frighten or possibly gag her, he kept his entry shallow, his hips barely moving. As she became more comfortable with the feel and taste of him, she opened her mouth a little more and began to move it up and down slowly. The back of his head ground into the pillow he was laying on as he stared sightlessly at the ceiling. "Oh, yes, sweetness...that's the way...such a..a good girl." She boldly encouraged him to spread his legs farther apart, then settled herself between them. "Now...hold it at the base...that's it...can you...can you go a little deeper, baby? Just a...ahhh...yeah, that's...that's good." She made a soft inarticulate sound that vibrated around his aching shaft, driving the pleasure just that much higher. When she suddenly released him from her mouth, he almost protested out loud, but stopped himself at the last moment. If she'd had enough, well then.... All linear thought deserted him when he felt and saw her extend her tongue and begin to slide it up and down, then around and around, his cock. "Oh, christ...Buffy..." he moaned. "You're so good...so beautiful..you've got...the sweetest little mouth...my baby...my angel..." She recaptured him inside the tender trap of her mouth, sliding down a little further with each dip of her head. "Uhh.." he grunted, his hips jolting upward. "Yes.. do it...more...suck harder, honey...please...please... a little bit...harder...YES!...OH...YES!" He felt the pressure increase as he saw her cheeks draw in, and he knew then that he was very close to losing control, to just grabbing hold of her head and ramming himself in and out until he spewed his load all over the place. "Buffy...." he said hoarsely. "Stop...I'm gonna come if...if you don't....stop now..." But she ignored his warning. In fact, she used her free hand to take his and squeezed it, signaling that she was all right, that she wanted him to be satisfied the way he had satisfied her. "Mmmmm..." she moaned in her throat, and that was all it took to convince him to let her have her way. "Yes, baby...do it...ohhhh...yes...yes...it's coming, baby...I'm...I'm...AHH!...COMING...NOW!!" He looked down in time to see her eyes become as round as tea saucers, and he abandoned himself to her completely, spurting bursts of fluid into her mouth. When he was finished, he could see that she was uncertain what to do at this point. Her eyes widened even more in her distress. "It's okay," he assured her, releasing his hold on her. "Just run into the bathroom and spit it out." She clapped her hand over her mouth, and he looked around for something she could use...a waste basket or something... There was one on the other side of the room, and he jumped from the bed to fetch it for her. But when his feet hit the floor, he heard her say, "It's okay...it's gone." He turned to look at her, just in time to see her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. Thinking she had just spat it out onto the sheet, he was even more surprised at her next statement. "It wasn't that bad." As he sat back down on the bed, staring in utter amazement at the innocent humor she unwittingly articulated after what must have been a horribly shocking experience, he felt a wave of emotion overtake him. This girl..... Oh, God....he was falling in love with this girl! ~~~~~ And you'll smile, when you dream about the night Like it's a secret you've been keeping. Laying beside you, lost in the feeling So glad you opened my door... ~~~~~ Buffy unwrapped the paper from around a drinking glass in the bathroom and ran the water until it was cold. As she filled the glass,she examined herself in the mirror, searching to see if she looked any different, any more womanly or exper- ienced. But all she saw looking back at her was herself. She stuck out her tongue playfully, then stopped and took a good long look at it in the mirror. Nope, nothing different about it. She had to face it. Aside from a slight funny aftertaste in her mouth, she was still the same naive little teenager she'd been when she first walked into this cottage. "But not for much longer," she said, then took a mouthful of water and swished it around, wishing for some mouthwash. "Did you say something, angelface?" "Um...no. Nothing..." Leaning down, she splashed a little cold water on her face, then dabbed it dry with a towel and turned off the faucet. Tightening the towel she had wrapped around her, she opened the bathroom door and paused a moment before leaving. William was still in bed, and he had pulled up the comforter, not wanting her to feel embarrassed, she supposed. He was stretched out on his back, both hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, smiling just a little bit, as though something mildly amusing had just occured to him. Buffy couldn't stop herself from staring at him. He really was...the only word she could come up with at the moment was beautiful. In a completely mas- culine way. She'd never seen any man before that she would describe in such a way. Most of the boys she knew could be called good looking, or even cute. And there were a few movie actors that she found to be hand- some. But this man...this vampire...was simply beau- tiful. Everything about him...the silky platinum curls that she'd mussed so enticingly as she wound them around her fingers; the classically sculpted face, with those lovely fine cheekbones and well shaped nose; his mouth...so sensuous and kissable; and his arms, lean and corded with muscle, but not overly layered in it, they were strong arms and felt good wrapped around her. He turned and looked at her then, holding out one hand. "Come back to bed, sweetness." She returned to her place beside him, smiling at his tender touch. His eyes smiled back at her and she was almost breathless with the emotions running amok inside of her. Such lovely dark eyes, a rich indigo blue, with almost femininely long lashes, his eyes were the center of her storm, and his embrace was her shelter. Turning on his side, he propped his head on his hand and leaned over to kiss her. "Did I do all right?" she asked hesitantly, when he pulled back. "You did wonderfully all right, angelface," he said sin- cerely. "You're every mans sweetest dream." Dropping a series of light kisses down her throat, he whispered, "I want you so much, you beautiful girl. More than I've ever wanted anyone before." She caressed his cheek with her tiny hand. "I want you, too...William." Normally, that name grated on his nerves. Nobody called him that, not since his mother had died. He had left William behind a long time ago, and had been quite satisfied to see him go. But now, with Buffy, it didn't seem quite so bad to allow a little of William to show itself. She was young and innocent, as William had once been, and somehow he knew that if she had been a part of his world all those years ago, before everything changed, then his life would have turned out very differently. William could have courted this girl with all the gallantry and the bad poetry he had been brimming over with...and she would have praised it. He could have walked down any street in London with her on his arm, and she would have looked up into his eyes as though he represented her entire world and all the happiness to be found within it. William would never have noticed that any other girl but her even existed. ~~~~~ You're my song, music too magic to end I'll play you over and over again Loving so warm, moving so right Closing our eyes, and feeling the light We'll just go on burning bright.... Somewhere in the night..... ~~~~~ End of part 5 (Y'all still with me?)