Title: Caught Between Two Lovers Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: All I own is nothing Summary: AU. Second season, around the time of School Hard. This is a retelling of Spike and Buffy's first meeting. Angel never existed, and Spike is a little different. Part Six..... You're My World ~~~~~ You're my world, you're every breath I take You're my world, you're every move I make Other eyes see the stars up in the skies But for me they shine within your eyes.... ~~~~~ Buffy moaned softly, a kittenish sound that stirred up all the banked embers of his lust. He moved his mouth from her throat, dragging his tongue down until he found the tender hollow at its base, a soft and shallow cup where he deposited the gentlest of kisses. She turned her head, and opened her eyes, focusing on the lace curtains, stirred by a slight breeze. The billowed in and danced to the damp music the ocean played. Her fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck, clutching them almost painfully when he brought his mouth down to her breasts. "So beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "Soft...except here," he added, lightly touching the tip of is tongue to one nipple. "Here they're firm, and a little swollen...you like it when I touch you here, don't you?" "Yes," she nodded, stroking his hair. "I like it more than anything." He sighed, feeling more content and at peace than he'd felt for more years than he cared to remember. "I could lay my head between your breasts, and just stay forever. Could live and sleep here...and die happily." He glanced up at her and grinned. "Well, you know what I mean." She returned his smile. "I know what you mean," she agreed. Buffy DID know what he meant, because she felt the same way. She could happily live out the rest of her life in this small room, talking and touching and making love with him, until the world stopped spinning. Even though she had no idea how they would end up their time together, she knew she'd never regret one instant of it. It was almost frightening. In an unbelievably short period of time, she had fallen in love with a creature she had no business caring for. But what was she to do? You couldn't help where you found love. All you could do was be glad you were fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time. Her heart had no on/off switch that she could flip when it was convenient. The heart wants what it wants. She glanced down, watching William as he moved his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other, sucking them slowly, nipping at them with his teeth, then licking the slight sting away. She could feel the wetness flowing from between her thighs as her body responded to her lover's ministra- tions. Leaving the sensitive tips of her breasts, he kissed a wet trail down the center of her torso, dipping his tongue into her navel, which produced the expected results. "Hold still," he laughed, taking a firmer grip on her hips. "I can't," she said, her voice high pitched and giggly. "I'm so..oh, no...ticklish there.." He continued nuzzling her, smiling as she turned and twisted in his hands. This silly sex play was just as arousing as the most serious and tender touch. Everything about this girl was exciting. It was all so fresh and new for her, that she made it seem that way for him, as well. The innocence she brought to their bed was more tantalizing than any tricks that the most practiced courtesan in the world could produce. That innocence, combined with her eagerness to learn everything about the art of lovemaking, was unbearably sweet and wildly sexy. And, best of all, she was so adorably unaware of it. Their play was brought to a halt when she planted her feet on the bed and lunged upwards to escape his teasing touch. The motion brought her lower body very close to his mouth, and he took immediate advantage. Shoving her legs wider apart, he dipped his head and licked her roughly from bottom to top, lingering at the apex of her sex, rubbing it firmly with his tongue. She released a shrill gasp, instinctively grinding herself against him as she dug her fingers into the mattress beneath her. Fastening his mouth around her clit, he alternated between sucking it and licking it, as he brought one finger up to carefully trace up and down her outer fold. He looked up then, and caught her watching him. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed his tongue up into her, and moved it around, then began a series of thrusts and withdrawals that mimicked the rhythm of intercourse. Her sex was producing copious amounts of wetness, which he lapped up eagerly. The more she gave, the more he wanted. But the time was rapidly approaching when they would have to take the final step into intimacy. His body was aching to connect with hers, and it was letting him know in no uncertain terms, that it had best happen soon. Reaching down with his free hand, he took hold of his shaft and tried to ease his discomfort a little. Wrapping his fingers firmly around it, he slid them up and down a few times, then massaged the tip with his thumb. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he raised his head and met her gaze. "I need you, sweetheart," he rasped. "I want to make love to you...right now...let me...please..." She answered him by holding out her arms, inviting him to take what he wanted. He moved back up to lie on top of her, careful to hold his weight off of her by supporting his upper body on his forearms. "Spread your legs a little more, angelface," he in- structed, trying not to sound like a college professor. "Now lift your knees a little...that's my girl...MY girl," he re- peated more forcibly. Leaning on one arm, he reached down with his free hand and positioned himself at her opening. He rubbed the head of his shaft against her, wanting just that little bit more stimulation for them both. When he had himself where he needed to be, he brought his hand back up and grasped both of hers where they lay beside her on either side of her head. Lacing their fingers together, he looked down into her wide and trusting eyes.... ~~~~~ As the trees reach for the sun above So my arms reach out to you for love With your hand resting in mine I feel a power so divine..... ~~~~~ "I...I love you," she said, smiling bravely. Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "I love you, too," he whispered. "You're my angel." Pushing away all thoughts of what on earth he was going to do about Drusilla, not to mention the fact that he'd fallen for a slayer, he kissed her and began to push himself into her at the same time. Buffy gasped out loud. She'd been prepared for some pain, she'd read enough to know about that, but this was worse than she'd ever imagined it to be. If this was what sex was all about, then she was amazed that the world was so overpopulated. "It's all right, sweetness," William whispered in her ear. "You're doing fine." "No, I'm not," she wanted to say. "This is not my idea of fine." But all she did was whimper a little. "I'm sorry, love," he soothed her. Looking down at her sweet little face, he saw that it wore an expression that could only be described as...disgruntled. Pulling slightly out, he inched in a bit further, almost wishing that he was a little smaller. "Are you okay?" he asked, nuzzling her cheek. "Well...yes...I guess so," she said crossly. "But it really...it hurts!" "I know it does, sweetheart," he said, straining for control. "But it should feel better soon." "SHOULD??" she asked loudly, wanting more reassurance than that. Only an effort of will that he'd spent decades perfecting kept him from laughing out loud. He rolled his hips gently from side to side, then down and then back up, sliding all the way in. At the same time, he kissed her and plunged his tongue into her mouth, to muffle any screams. When he was completely sheathed inside of her, he moved one hand back down and located her clit, then rubbed it gently, until he felt her begin to untense her thighs. Releasing her mouth, he leaned down and found her right breast, lightly flicking his tongue back and forward over the rigid peak, then taking it in and sucking on it sweetly. As the worst of the pain began to recede, Buffy could concentrate on the pleasureable aspects of this act. His mouth on her breast felt as deli- cious as ever, and his finger was amazing between her legs. Her body was providing all the lubrication neces- sary, and things were becoming decidedly hot and slick down there. But when he moved his hand and took a firm grip on her bottom, then ground his pelvis against hers, he hit the right spot as though there'd been an "X" marked for his convenience. Every nerve ending on her body was dancing with sybaritic pleasure, and her own hips began to rise to meet his downward thrusts. "That's my sweet girl," he murmured approvingly. "You feel so good...so tight and hot...oh, God...that's perfect..." Her hands traveled down his back, caressing his skin, and finding the churning muscle of his rump. She cupped her hands over it, lightly digging in with her nails. This made his head jerk up and back, as he released her nipple with a moist sucking sound. "Ohh...yeah!" he muttered harshly. "That's the way...do it again...ahh, harder...yes." She did as he asked, clawing at his back and his ass, knowing that she must be leaving the mark of her nails on his skin...and quite pleased at the idea. He began to pump harder and faster, abandoning any thought of control. His hips met hers with a loud slap- ping sound, eliciting small grunts of pleasure from them both. When he tried to slow himself down, he was shocked to hear her say, "More..please...I...I need...." Delighted, he smiled down at her. "I'll give you all you want, sweetness. Everything is for you...my little angel." He sped up the pace of his thrusts, remembering to angle himself so his shaft rubbed against her clit with each stroke. Buffy could feel a straining urgency building in her lower regions. She felt as though she was reaching for something on a high shelf, and if she could only get a foothold somewhere, she would be able to grasp it. As always, he seemed to know just what it was she needed. Placing his lips close to her ear, he began to speak to her. "God, sweetheart...you feel so good...so warm and wet...and so damn tight...can you feel me, baby?...can you feel me inside of you?...moving in and out of you... so deep...yes...that's it...make it tighter...squeeze me a little more...ah, yeah...my beautiful little slayer...you are, you know...you're mine...my girl...you're close, baby...I can feel it...you want to come...you do...and I want it too...I want to feel you come all around me...I want to feel it...and see it...and hear it...hear you purr for me...my little kitten...little wildcat...ahhh....yeah..." She was so close, her fingertips were actually brushing the thing she sought. Her hips began to rise and fall more rhythmically and she started panting and crying out his name, over and over and over again. The sound of his name being called in that heavenly tortured tone was pushing him over the edge of sanity. Desperate to take her with him, he took hold of her bottom and lifted her lower body from the mattress, then started to pound into her harder and faster, until the chasm opened up and they both fell into it, with no desire to ever come back out. ~~~~~ You're my world, you are my night and day You're my world , you're every prayer I pray If our love ceases to be That is the end of my world for me.... ~~~~~ Not wanting to collapse on top of her, he rolled over onto his back, bringing her along with him. Buffy still had her eyes squeezed tightly clo- sed. She rested her cheek against his chest, panting for air as she felt his fingers slide down the damp skin of her back, then back up her spine. She bit down on her tongue and tensed up, but he noticed her squirming. "You certainly are ticklish in a lot of places, little one," he observed with a smile. "I know," Buffy sighed. "When I was little, I couldn't keep a secret to save my life. All anyone had to do was come at me with their fingers wiggling and I sang like a canary." He chuckled. "The other children must have loved you." "Oh, they liked me well enough," she said. "But they never asked me to be a look-out." Lifting her head, she grinned at him. "Now, see what I've done...I've confessed my biggest weak spot to a vampire." "Uh-oh.." "You won't tell, will you? I mean, if something like that got out, it could really be embarrassing." He wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Don't you worry about that. No other vampire is ever gonna get close enough to lay one finger on you." There was an odd sensation down between her thighs, and it took her a minute to figure out what was happening. Before she could say anything though, she felt the wet slide of his shaft softening and slipping out of her. After that happened, it just felt like a big sticky mess, and she would have given just about anything for a nice hot.... Problem was, she wasn't quite sure how one excused oneself from a bed. Since there was no pen and paper available, she couldn't ask Miss Manners...so she did the only thing she could think of. "Umm...I wonder if I could use the bathroom?" she asked, with all the courtesy her mother had ever been able to drum into her. "I really need to...." She couldn't bring herself to actually tell him that she needed to pee, so she manufactured an uncom- fortable look, hoping to convey the sense of urgency necessary without making him think she was about to wet the bed. "Of course you can use it, angelface," he said, amused at her manner. "It's all for you tonight, anything you want." He helped her sit up and was about to get out of bed when she gasped in true horror. When he turned to look at her, he saw her staring at the very conspicuous blood stain on the bed. "Oh, God...look what I did," she squeaked. He already knew it was there. He'd smelled it from the instant he'd pierced her virginity. The scent had been so heady and intoxicating that he'd had to completely close himself off from it, fearing that his demon would lunge to the surface and demand to know the source of the aroma. Her upper thighs were stained with more of the blood, and he had to look away for a moment and collect him- self, not allowing THAT delicious thought to be pro- cessed at all. "S'all right, angelface," he assured her. "It happens to every girl the first time." He shrugged a little. "Doesn't seem fair that a girl's first experience with making love has to be pain- ful and bloody, does it? You ask me, I think God dropped the ball with that one." She was still clearly distressed. "But this...this isn't my bed...or even YOUR bed. This is a hotel bed...and I've ruined it!" For a moment, he was afraid she was about to burst into tears. "Don't you worry about that," he said quickly, trying to distract her. "I'll tell you what...why don't you go and use the bathroom and take a shower...or a bath if you'd rather. I'll deal with all this." It took a bit of convincing on his part, but he finally managed to nudge her into the bathroom. When he heard the water running in the tub, he pulled his jeans on and reached for the phone. After punching the number for the front desk, he had a brief conversation, then hung up and went over and knocked on the bathroom door. "Everything all right, sweetness?" he asked casually, after the water was turned off. When she assured him that she was managing, he gathered up her clothing and folded it neatly, placing it on the vanity table. A quiet knock sounded on the front door, and he opened it to admit a young woman in a pink and white maid uniform. Apparently, the situation had already been explained to her, for she had fresh bedlinens in her arms. It took her less than three minutes to strip the soiled sheets from the bed and replace them with clean ones. As she gathered up the stained sheets and headed for the door, he thanked her and handed her a twenty dollar bill. He'd already told the front desk that he would pay for the damaged sheets, and the clerk had been more than pleasant about it. Buffy emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of fragrant steam, wrapped snugly in another enormous bath towel. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the bed, and they widened with surprise when she saw the clean sheets. He sat down in one of the armchairs and held out his hand to her. She approached him hesitantly, and when she sat down on his lap, she grimaced a little. "Still hurts?" he asked, wincing himself at the thought of being the cause of this pain. "Just a little," she said cheerily. She said nothing about the bed, so he assumed she was still too embarrassed to talk about it, and left the subject alone. Glancing at the window, he could see that it was still dark, but years of experience told him that the sunrise was no more than a half hour or so away. They had to leave. Although he hated the idea, he didn't want to be trapped here during the day, and he knew that she absolutely had to go home. He could disappear for days at a time without anyone noticing, but she could not. When he told her it was time to go, she looked at him with such sad eyes that he immediately wanted to take it back, to tell her that they didn't have to go any- where, and that they could stay in this room forever making love to each other. But he knew he couldn't do that. They both had res- ponsibilities they had to fulfill, vastly different though they were. He had to be the grown-up here...and he hated it. ~~~~~ The end of my world.... ~~~~~ She gave him directions to her house, and he drove there a little faster than he should have. They didn't speak much on the way, except for his asking her to please write down her phone number for him. She found a small note pad in the bottom of her tote bag and wrote out her number, address, and, amusingly, her full name...as though he might forget it if she didn't. ~~~~~ The end of my world.... ~~~~~ He walked her to her front door, and watched as she unlocked it. When she turned to face him, he impul- sively pulled her into his arms and kissed her long and hard on her lips. It took a Herculean effort on his part to let her go and to step back, but the sun was on it's way for real now, and he had no choice. "I'll call you," he said casually. Buffy nodded, then watched as he almost ran to his car and drive away. She stood there until he turned the corner, then went inside and dropped her bag on the floor. Closing the door behnd her, she sighed deeply and climbed the stairs, tears falling freely down her cheeks. Somehow, in spite of him requesting her phone number and his promise to be in touch, she knew she wasn't going to be seeing him again. Ever..... ~~~~~ The end of my world for me...... ~~~~~ End of part 6