Title: Past Glory Author: Sandy Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Spike/Buffy Spoilers: S5 up to Tough Love, AU after that although elements of S6 will appear throughout the story. Disclaimer: Alas, not mine, I just borrow them occasionally Feedback: Gives me the warm fuzzies A/N: For the purposes of this story, the Knights of Byzamtium, although suspecting that the Slayer is protecting the Key are not aware that Dawn is the Key. Chapter 19 Spike pushed his way through the crowd in The Bronze. The Slayer was attending an evening lecture at school and they were meeting here after. He'd already made a patrol through town and they'd make another before returning to his crypt. At least he hoped they'd return to his crypt. They hadn't shared his bed since Buffy came to it in tears last Sunday. She always had a good reason, it was late and she had early class or she was tired or she'd promised Dawn she'd spend time with her, but Spike knew it was all about Harris and his holier-than-thou disapproval. Spike hated to admit it, but he was worried. Reaching the bar, he ordered a beer. After paying for it, he turned to find a table and saw Xander sitting alone at the end of the bar. Walking up to him Spike said, "So, I see you're here with all your friends." Xander picked up his beer, took a swallow and said, "Go away, Spike." "Can't a bloke sit and have a drink with a mate?" Spike asked with a mocking edge to his voice. Swiveling away from Spike, Xander stood up and began to walk away. "Thought you might like to know it's working." Xander stopped and turned his head slightly in Spike's direction. "What's working?" "I think Buffy's thinking about breaking up with me." "Be still my heart." "Yeah, knew it'd make your day. It may make Buffy miserable, make her lonely, send her back out to patrol alone, but you'll be able to shove her back on that pedestal of purity you like to keep her on." "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." "Don't you? She's you're hero, isn't she? All shiny and pure and untouchable? But she's sleeping with me and that makes her less than pure." Xander turned around and glared at Spike. "It makes her insane to trust you is what it makes her." "I'd never hurt her and you know it." "So you say now. What about when she dumps your ass?" "Well, it seems we're about to find that out, aren't we?" Xander stared at Spike for a minute. "If you hurt her..." "That's the bloody point I'm trying to make, you git," Spike said in exasperation. "*I'm* not the one hurtin' her. You are." "I don't know how I can be hurting her," Xander said implacably. "She said my opinion didn't matter." "Yeah? Well I guess it does. And for reasons beyond my ken..." "Well, this is a surprise." "Buffy!" "Hullo, love. Xander and I were just having a chat." "So I see." Buffy looked between the two men, the air around them thick with tension. "So, who's going to buy me a drink?" "I will, love. Diet Coke?" "Yeah, thanks." Spike handed her his beer, pressed a quick kiss to her mouth and walked back to the bar. Glancing around, Buffy spied an empty table. "Wanna sit over there, Xander?" "I-I gotta go, Buffy." "Xander, please..." "Look, I gotta go, okay?" Buffy looked down and nodded. "Sure, Xander. See ya later." Buffy watched as Xander left The Bronze. She felt Spike's arm encircle her waist and leaned back into him. "He left, huh?" "Yeah." Sighing, she took the plastic cup Spike handed her and gave him his beer. "There's a table open over there." Leading the way, she placed her cup on the table and took a seat. Spike sat silently across from her. "Anything happen on patrol?" "Nothing interestin', love. Staked a bloke risin' from his grave. Dusted a truly ugly sod hangin' about the bus station. That's about it. Quiet." "That's what I found too." At Spike questioning look, she added, "I cut out of the lecture. Can you say 'boring'? So I thought I'd go ahead and do a patrol before I met you here." "Oh. So you just going to go on home then?" "Eventually." At the hopeful look in his eyes, she slid out of her chair and walked over to him and into his arms. Kissing him gently, she said, "While boring lecture guy was talking, I had a chance to think. I love Xander, but..." "But?" Spike prompted. "But I'm letting him do what I'd said I wouldn't - dictate who I'm with. And I miss you. A lot." She kissed him again, with more heat this time. "And if we don't leave right now I'm going to do you right here on this table." Spike pushed her back, stood up, grabbed her hand and pulled her out of The Bronze and into the night. *** He tried to pull her into a darkened alley, into a yard conveniently shrouded by tall hedges and finally managed to tug her between two vans parked in an unlit corner of a used car lot. As he pressed her up against one of the vans, Buffy tried to fend him off. "Spike, stop. I want to wait until we're at your place in a nice warm bed. It's cold tonight and you don't generate any body heat." "Oh, I'll make you hot enough for both of us, love," he growled sliding his hand down and pressing between her legs. Buffy's breath caught in her throat as he worked his magic on her. His fingers rhythmically curled into her while his mouth was at her ear whispering how much he loved her, how much he wanted her, telling her all the nasty little things he was going to do to her. His voice was deep and seductive and it was giving her chills that had nothing to do with the cool wind blowing. He moved his hand up to fumble at the button on her slacks and then his fingers slid down to tease her. She was hot and wet and slick and little whimpers escaped her. Buffy was rapidly losing control and knew that within seconds she would be completely lost to all reason. Trying desperately to retain some semblance of sanity, she gasped out, "Spike... oh god.... Spike, if you... oh yes, right there... no wait, Spike,... uuuhhhh..., Spike, if you'll wait..." Breathy moans escaped from her and her hips moved in time with his fingers. She clutched at his duster holding him tightly to her and his mouth claimed hers as he brought her near to climax. Spike was wild to get inside her and pulled his hand up to push down the waistband of her slacks. The momentary cessation of stimulation gave Buffy a few precious seconds of sanity. In a last ditch effort to save her warm tender backside from meeting cold hard steel she wrenched her mouth away from his and gasped out, "If you wait, I'll let you tie me up!" Spike froze. Lifting his head he gazed in stunned surprise into her eyes. "You'll..." Buffy swallowed. Her heart was pounding, both from sexual desire and trepidation over what she'd just told him. Eyes wide, she nodded slightly. "If you wait until we get to your crypt, I'll let you tie me up." Very carefully, Spike pulled her slacks back up from where he'd gotten them pushed down, refastened them and stepped back from the van, bringing her with him. He could hardly believe his ears. He'd tried to talk her into letting him tie her up on the last night they'd been together, but Buffy wouldn't allow it. Now he trembled at the thought of his Slayer trusting him enough to let him bind her to his bed. "You sure, love?" Buffy could only nod. He put his hands on either side of her head and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. Moving his mouth to her ear, he whispered, "It'll be good, Buffy, I promise you." And then taking her hand, he led her to his crypt and his bed. *** When they entered his bedchamber, Spike pulled her into his arms. She was stiff at first, but his light teasing kisses helped her relax. When he deepened the kisses, she responded and it wasn't long before his slightest touch set her ablaze. When her kisses became nibbles and her nibbles became bites, he pulled away and murmured, "Take off your clothes, pet, and get in bed. I'll be right there." Buffy moaned in protest when he pulled back, but nodded and slipped her jacket from her shoulders. She watched him as she undressed. He went to a small chest stored in a corner of the chamber, knelt down and began to rummage through it. Buffy was half-afraid of what he would come up with. Handcuffs? Chains? She remembered the last time she'd been in chains and, with a shiver of revulsion, almost backed out. He'd be disappointed, but... But she'd given her word. And besides, there was really no need to feel so uneasy. He wouldn't hurt her, even if he didn't have the chip. Buffy believed this implicitly. Finally undressed, Buffy slipped under the covers drawing them all the way up to her neck. Eyes never leaving Spike she watched as he located whatever it was he searched for and stood up. He turned and walked towards the bed, a bit of a smile on his face when he saw Buffy all tucked up under the covers. He knew she was anxious. It would be a loss of control for her, something she didn't easily give up. That she would even try for him meant more than he could ever tell her. He laid a smallish flat square box on the table next to the bed and then began to remove his own clothing. He was aware that Buffy's eyes never left him, and he was also aware that she liked what she saw. When at last he stood before her totally nude, he reached down and ran his hand along his jutting cock. "Like what you see, Slayer?" he purred. He felt himself get even harder as he watched a faint blush tinge her cheeks. That his fierce warrior woman could blush so innocently astonished and charmed him. Reaching the bed, he pulled the covers down and off the bed. "Don't want anything getting in the way, love." Buffy watched silently as he reached for the box he had left on the bedside table. He opened it and to her surprise brought out a long silk scarf. "This all right, love? Nothing cold and hard against your skin but me." Taking the scarf he ran it up her body starting from her feet and trailing it up her legs, across her belly and over her breasts. Buffy arched into the feel of the soft material and when Spike lay down beside her and brushed his lips across hers, she opened her mouth to receive his kiss. He spent time kissing her, running his silk-clad hand over her body, teasing at her nipples. When she was once again writhing against him, he instructed softly, "Raise your arms, love." Buffy stiffened only a tiny bit and then obeyed. Sitting up, he straddled her and then placing her wrists together he tied one end of the scarf around them and the other end to the headboard of the bed. "Not too tight, is it, love?" Buffy shook her head no. "My legs?" she asked breathlessly. "Maybe next time, love, when you feel a little more comfortable with this. Once you know what it's like, you won't be so afraid." "I'm not afraid," Buffy said indignantly. Spike smiled. "Right, not afraid. Apprehensive?" "Maybe a little," Buffy replied honestly. "Trust me, love. You're going to love what I do to you." "I do." At his raised brow, she clarified. "I do trust you, Spike. And I love what you do you me." Spike lowered his head into the juncture of her neck and shoulder but not before Buffy had seen the look on his face. Her words had meant more to him than he could bear to show. She turned her head as best she could and brushed a kiss across the top of his head. He brought his lips back to hers and they began kissing again. He loved making love to her, but he could spend hours just kissing her, holding her, brushing his hands over her body. The tactile pleasure of her heated skin against his cool flesh gave him more satisfaction than he could have ever imagined. He was entering her before he realized what he was doing. He pulled out despite her protests and sat back up. "Not yet, love, not yet," he purred. Leaning forward he began to run his hands lightly down her arms past her shoulders and down over her breasts. The touch was as light as a butterfly's kiss and Buffy arched into the sensation. He repeated the action but this time he scooted down her body a bit and drew his hands over her breasts and down to her belly. Her stomach muscles quivered as he lightly caressed her. Her nipples were firm peaks that demanded attention and so Spike obliged. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he leaned down and took just the tip of one nipple into his mouth and sucked while his thumb brushed delicately over the other. Buffy's reaction was instantaneous. She moaned and arched up into him, tugging at the bond that prevented her from holding him to her. He had control and he took advantage of it. As he sucked and nibbled and stroked, her nipples became super sensitized so that every touch seemed magnified. He switched breasts, first drawing the nipple into his mouth and then lightly brushing his tongue over the tip. He alternated between sucking her nipples and running his fingertips lightly over her skin. Each weightless touch, each insubstantial stroke heightened her senses, making her desire for contact almost unbearable. Had she the use of her hands, she would have pulled him to her or flipped him over and taken charge of their lovemaking. But she could only writhe under him gasping and moaning as he sweetly tormented her. When he judged that she'd had enough, he moved down her body. Each caress, each lick, each nibble was so light that her nerve-endings begged for more. When he finally reached the soft curly thatch nestled between her legs, he separated the lips and allowed the barest tip of his tongue to glide against the swollen nub of her clitoris. Buffy bucked under him, wanting more stimulation, wanting his mouth to cover her and for him to lap at her with his whole tongue. But Spike would have none of it. Lying between her bent knees, he continued to tease her with the light licks and swirls of his tongue that were driving her insane. When he inserted his tongue in her, moving it with a simulation of intercourse, she wrapped her legs around his shoulders and thrust against him, trying to achieve deeper penetration. He removed his tongue from her opening and began jabbing the sharply pointed tip at her clit in short rapid-fire pulses. She was thrashing underneath him, begging him, almost sobbing in her need. But Spike was an expert in this and he knew exactly just how far to go, when the pleasant torture would become simply torture. When she had reached that point, when she was on the verge of pain, he moved back up her body until he was fully covering her. With her hands still tied over her head, he kissed her, drawing her tongue into his mouth and gently sucking. Sitting back up he made one last ghostly pass over her body with his hands, then covered her body with his and slipped into her. Buffy gasped out her relief and began moving frantically under him. He pulled out again and said, "No, love, don't do that. Let me take care of you, all right?" "Please, Spike," she begged. "I need you. Please, no more teasing. Just love me." "I do, sweetheart. I will." He entered her again and positioning her legs the way he wanted them, he began to move within her. His strokes were long and slow and deep. He whispered instructions to her, which she instantly obeyed, and as he increased the pace, her whimpers became moans and her moans became cries until at last she tightened underneath him and screamed as her climax tore through her. Spike's own climax followed immediately and he collapsed on top of her, his head finding its favorite resting place in the juncture between her neck and shoulder. They lie together, replete, still joined and eyes closed as they recovered. Their only movement came from Buffy's heaving chest. A noise brought Buffy back to her senses and she opened her eyes just in time to see a stake descending towards Spike's naked, vulnerable back. tbc...