Chapter
Eleven
Meetings
in a Graveyard
It was dark and there were
hardly any stars out in the sky and she walked casually through the graveyard
totally at ease. It was so strange to feel easy and safe in a graveyard. She
was used to being alert for danger, any sign or noise that someone other than
her self was lurking there.
But here there was no need
for her skills. She almost felt useless. What good was she if she could not
kill a vampire? It’s what she was made to do; hunt…kill…protect. But here it
was all so different. She actually didn’t mind it, it’s just that it felt so
dissimilar from what she was used to and that was what was throwing her off.
So she didn’t hear the
rampant foot steps coming her way she didn’t even sense the tingling in her
stomach until she found herself flat on her back and the wind knocked out of
her.
She looked up into the ice
blue eyes of… “Spike! What the hell are you doing?” Molested twice in one day
by two arrogant vampires, I guess it’s just not my day, she sighed.
He leered down into her
beautiful surprised face, ah I guess she’s not as good as they say she is, and
immediately felt his body respond to hers. “Hello Slayer. Imagine meeting you
here? What are you doing out this late at night? You should be in bed…or my
bed.” He suggested.
He had her hands above her
head. “Oh please, get off me.”
He laughed, “What’s the
matter you can’t get up?”
Her eyes became slits and with
one good shove he was flying off of her and landed with a thud on the ground.
She gracefully got to her feet a smirk on her face. “No, no problem there.”
He got up and took a step
closer “You know I love a girl with a little bit of violence in her, it just
turns me on.”
She rolled her eyes at his
stupidity “Gee I never would have guessed.” She turned her back to him and
started to walk away.
He ran after her “What do
you say we have a little late night romp, I know the perfect crypt.”
“I bet you do.”
“Oh come one Slayer it’ll be
fun, you, me maybe some handcuffs…who knows you might like it.”
She stopped and turned
toward him “Spike are you trying to annoy me? Because if you are this is a good
way for you to get your ass kicked.”
He laughed “Yeah right, that
last time was luck luv nothing more.” He stepped closer and grabbed a strand
of her hair “I’m too strong for you luv.”
What is this obsession with
my hair? She pulled her hair out of his grasp. “You think?” and punched him in
the stomach.
As he was barreled over
clutching his gut, she grabbed him by the hair. “You know Spike maybe your
right. I was just walking around thinking to myself at how bored I was
becoming. And then you so gratefully agree to be my punching back. Thank
you.” And she punched him in the nose.
“Owe.” He grabbed his nose,
which started to bleed, and angrily looked at her “Okay let’s play and this
time I won’t go easy on you.”
“Ohhhh threat.”
And the game begin, punch
after punch, kick after kick, they were evenly matched much to Spike’s chagrin.
But Buffy, being Buffy of’
course got the upper hand. Performing a graceful back flip she landed behind
him. Grabbing him with her forearm under his throat she pushed him back into
her “Had enough Spiky?”
“I think he has.” The deep
laughter and applauding came from behind them. Buffy didn’t release Spike but
she turned them around to face her lover.
Angelus had been watching
from the shadows and was quite impressed by Buffy’s fighting abilities. Her body
was both powerful and graceful at the same time and he was totally enthralled.
He had never seen a woman fighting the way she was, even the most seasoned
female vampires that he had known never fought so cleanly and powerfully, and
he was totally turned on.
“Angelus, hey I was just out
having a walk and she attacked me.” Buffy rolled her eyes at Spike’s claim.
But he would lie to the devil himself to save face in front of the one demon
that he hated the most.
But Angelus just laughed at
his efforts “Really, looked to me like you were spreading your poetic words of
love.”
Buffy snickered and looked
at Spike, “Is that what that was?”
She released him and stepped
aside as Angelus walked up to him “Spike you’re lucky I’m in such a good mood
or I might have to inform the Master of your little escapade.”
“What you think you can just
step in and take over eh?”
He shrugged “Well it’s
either that or I can let her kick your ass some more.”
“Oh pretty, pretty please,
can I?” Buffy whined and Angelus smirked.
Spike snarled at the both of
them and started to back off. “You know you two deserve each other, a bunch of
freaking lunatics, that’s what the two of you are.” And he left without
another word.
Angelus watched him leave thinking
about how he’d like to catch up with him and chain him up and torture him
slowly, when he felt a small hand on his arm.
He turned to look at her.
Her shy smile shone through the moonlight and he was once again blown away by
her beauty.
“So…um…what are you doing
here?” She asked coyly.
Looking into her lovely face
he smiled “Well I’m definitely not rescuing the damsel in distress.”
“I don’t do that whole
damsel in distress thing to good.”
“So I saw. Actually I was
looking for you.”
She smiled and stepped
closer “And what were you planning on doing once you found me?” She placed her
hand on his arm. “Were you going to offer me a romp in a crypt too?” She
teased while slowly stroking his arm, making her way up to his shoulder.
He smiled back at her and
put a hand on her waist, “Well Spike may be dumb but he does have some rather
good ideas at times.”
They stood there smiling and
gazing at each other. She took a step closer and their bodies practically
touched. “Well just so you know…you don’t need to tie me down.” She took
another step closer and leaned up on her tippy-toes. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and pulled her self up till she was even with his mouth.
“Unless…you really want too…”
She offered her lips to his
and he took them hungrily. Their hands wandered to places untouched and he
backed her up until she was up against a tree.
“God you feel so good.” She
said as he pressed her further into the tree and she could feel every inch of
his rock hard body. She didn’t know how she had continued without him for so
long but now she would never have to let him go again.
He kissed a path down her
slim neck licking and taking nips of her skin, making her moan with want and
lust.
“Please Angelus I can’t wait
anymore I have to have you inside me.” He was pretty much thinking the same
thing and thoughts that he shouldn’t be doing what he was most definitely going
to do, didn’t even enter his head, he was going to have her here and now.
He picked her up and she
wrapped her legs around his waist, never once breaking contact with their
mouths and carried her over to a large mausoleum. He kicked open the door and
walked in as she moved her mouth to his neck giving him the same attention that
he had shown her.
He hastily dropped her on
top of a tomb and started to unbutton her shirt. She helped by unbuttoning
his. “Isn’t this illegal or something?” she asked breathlessly, excited at the
thought.
His only answer was a grunt
as her breasts were revealed for his attention. He moaned as he lowered his
head and took one perk nipple in his mouth rolling it around his tongue, as her
fingers played in his hair.
“Oh God, that feels so
good…so good!” She leaned back resting against the tomb as his nimble fingers
unzipped her jeans and he continued laving her breasts with his mouth.
Her hands found his buttons
on his leather pants and she undid them pushing them off his waist as he did
the same for her.
When she was naked in all of
her gloried perfection he stood back and drank in the site of her. Her eyelids
were heavy with passion and her chest rose and fell with each erratic breath
that she took. God she was so beautiful he knew he had never seen or been
affected before by such a creature and he was lost for a minute as to what to
do.
She smiled almost knowing
what he was thinking and decided to help him. She trailed a finger around her
breast and down her belly to the apex of her thighs. He watched with avid eyes
now black with passion. She slipped a finger lower and touched her clit moving
it slowly back and forth, rubbing her finger down to her opening and all
around. “Ohhhh God…I want you so much.” She moaned then brought her finger to
his lips so he could see that she wasn’t lying.
He growled and latched on to
her finger sucking her juices off and savoring her taste. Mine he thought, all
mine. He grabbed her hips and without haste quickly entered her.
“Yesssss!” Her head rolled
back and her eyes closed, he felt so damn good, she had almost forgotten how
big and perfect he was. How he just fit inside of her like a glove, like he
was always supposed to be there.
Angelus was pretty much
thinking the same thing. “God baby, you’re so tight…so hot!” His voice trailed off
as he started to pump vigorously inside of her. The pain in her back from
scrapping on the cold granite tomb didn’t even faze her as she delighted in his
taking of her. Finally she was going to be his again.
It all felt too good, too
right and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned down and made a small slit
on her breast and started to suck on it, drinking her life’s essence becoming
one with her once more. But it wasn’t enough; it wasn’t what he was craving,
what he needed. So he did the unthinkable.
He lifted his head from her
breast and dove into her neck; his fangs punctured her neck right over the scar
and he drank her. It was the sweetest mixture of Slayerblood and passion, and
the intense rapture he received, as it smoothly slid down his throat, was the
most exquisite thing he had ever tasted.
“Yes make me yours…yesssss!”
She hissed out her pain and pleasure and she came hard squeezing his cock at
the same time, making his whole world shatter with the force of his orgasm.
Pulling away from her neck,
her blood dripping down his chin he screamed her name to the Gods unashamed of
his pleasure and who was hearing it.
A few minutes later she
slowly came down from her orgasm and opened her eyes to see his head laying on
her chest. She hugged him to her tightly never wanting to let go.
“I love you Angelus.” She
said so quietly he almost didn’t hear it. But he had. He quickly looked up at
her sweaty face and cupped her check. He leaned down and gave her the softest
kiss filled with his own love, but the words would not come out.
She looked into his eyes saw
the same emotion reflected back at her and she saw his apprehension and she
knew that the words that she wanted to hear would not come.
She sighed and pushed him
off. She sat up and started to collect her clothes and get dressed. He
stopped her and pulled her back into his arms. She looked at him questioningly
but he didn’t speak. He lowered his mouth to his bite mark and with one long
lick he sealed the wound.
He pulled back and looked at
her scowling. This was not good. He had completely and totally disregarded
the rules. But could he have done anything else? No. There was no way that he
was walking away from her tonight without possessing her. Especially after
witnessing Spike trying to get over on her, he had been compelled to mark his
territory; it was purely instinct to take what was his.
But now she reeked like him
and his mark was visibly reopened, he was going to get into a lot of trouble
for this.
She watched the scowl grow
darker and darker; he definitely didn’t have happy face. “What do I have bed
hair or something?” Wow déjà vu.
He didn’t answer he just
kept scowling as he dressed and then he turned away from her and walked out
into the night leaving her there standing in a crypt with her mouth hanging
open in disbelief.