8th September 2018
Saturday
Midnight
Spike watched as Anne wandered through the rose garden, gently caressing the petals of the flowers as she glided past them. She was dressed in a flowing skirt and blouse that streamed behind and around her with every movement. She had been out for the evening with Jean. He had taken her to dinner for her birthday only a few hours ago. Spike had heard Jean's car drive away just moments before he had felt her near him; concerned that she hadn't come to see him, he had gone to look for her. As he watched her, he thought of the time they had spent together, though it had been a little amount since Baby had left. In that time, he and Anne had grown closer. She blamed herself for Baby leaving, but it wasn't her fault. Things had been wrong with Spike and Baby's relationship before he had taken Anne into his life, into his home. He had clung to Baby, hoping beyond hope to retrieve some of the things he had loved about her, parts that had been lost when she was turned. It was Spike's own inability to let go of the past that had driven Baby away from him, long before she had left; and his need to protect and to love, his need for humanity, had intensified his want and desire for Anne. Yet Anne herself had captured his heart. Her purity, her gentle heart; her need for him, fuelled his love for her. Baby was his world, his everything, and he loved her; yet Anne embodied everything that Baby was missing, and although he maybe loved her for the wrong reasons, it was still love...
Spike opened the French doors to the garden, and stepped outside, still intently watching Anne as he moved towards her. The moonlight danced over her, caressing her with its light, enhancing her silhouette amongst the flowers. She looked like perfection, there in the garden, lost in her thoughts. The look on her face was the only thing destroying the picture she portrayed. As Anne noticed Spike, and turned to him, he saw the stains of the tears that had fallen, glistening in the light of the moon. It saddened him to see her upset, and he moved to her side without hesitation, placing his hand on her arm.
"Things didn't go well at dinner?" he asked, seeing her eyes widen at the question. Anne nodded.
"I love Jean, and it was a nice night, but…" She dropped her head.
"You don't need to tell me, not if you don't want to," Spike said, reaching out his hand and lifting her chin so that she was looking at him. "It's your birthday… should be a happy day. Why don't you come inside for a drink? I think we could both use one."
Anne looked at Spike with watery eyes. She loved Jean, and she hated hurting him, but she was not in love with him, and there was a difference between the two. He had offered her friendship and love, and she had turned him down when he had suggested that they could have more than that. She had turned him down because of her love for his father. Someone whose heart belonged to another. Anne knew that whatever existed between her and Spike, it was powerful, and she wanted to pursue it. She also knew that she would never take Baby's place, and although her wish was to be his only choice, she was willing to overlook that she would never be, because she loved the Master Vampire with all her heart. It was only him that she desired. Quietly, she followed Spike inside.
Spike took two glasses from the cabinet, and poured the drinks. A fine, aged bourbon that he knew Anne liked. Moving across the room, he handed Anne her drink and went to his desk, opening the drawer. Not looking at Anne, he spoke.
"I have something for you," he said in a near-whisper, almost shyly. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a package wrapped in blue paper with a silver bow. He walked to Anne and handed it to her, watching as she delicately un-wrapped the paper. When the paper was off, she opened the gift box, and gasped, running her hand over the textured leather-bound journal.
"I thought you might like it," he stated, his voice shaking. "I've seen the way you look at your mum's, thought maybe you'd like one of your own."
Anne smiled lightly as the tears began to fall from her eyes. This gift was the most amazing, thoughtful gift she had ever received. She was overwhelmed with emotion as Spike came to her side again, and took her in his arms. He placed one of his hands on her cheek, and brushed his thumb across it, wiping away the tears that had fallen. Raising her head, Anne looked longingly into Spike's eyes. She felt like she was drowning. Her stomach tightened, and her heartbeat pounded in her ears as Spike leaned ever-so-slowly towards her, and lightly pressed his lips to her own for a small moment. As Spike moved back from the kiss, his eyes met Anne's and he was consumed with desire for her. He could hear her heartbeat and feel her warmth as it radiated from her. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her closer to him, and kissed her again, hungrily, passionately, moaning when she returned the kiss with equal fervour, her tongue duelling with his, running across his teeth. Slowly, he softened the kiss, and moved away from her mouth, trailing kisses across her cheek and down to her neck. His hands moved of their own volition to her shoulders, and down to the buttons of her blouse, where he gently opened the first few, tracing his fingertips over her now-exposed skin.
Anne arched up into the feel of his mouth on her neck, moaning as he gently suckled on the sensitive spot just above her shoulder. The feel of his fingers unbuttoning her blouse, and the coolness of his mouth on her neck, made her shudder. She wanted him, more than she wanted anything; this was what she had longed for all these years. This was what she had waited for. Her insides felt like they were going to explode, and she was sweating and panting. Just as Spike nibbled against that spot on her neck again, her legs shook, almost buckling under the erotic sensation. She leant her head back, exposing her neck more, and heard Spike growl. The force of it reverberated through her entire body as her mind was raced with incoherent thought, her nerves rocketed to the skies, yet she was not afraid.
"Want to taste you; bite you. This…" he said, licking her neck and stopping at the hollow that made her shudder, "this here is where I'll mark you. Make you mine. But not yet... Not yet." His words echoed in her ears: the thought of his brand on her, the thought of him claiming her, made her feel like she was the most precious thing to him. He made her feel complete, he made her feel like she belonged to him. She felt safe, and truly loved.
Spike could smell her arousal: it was intoxicating. The sweet musky scent of it assaulted his senses, and he was engulfed in his feelings for her. For a moment, it was like being with Baby again, the warmth emanating from Anne's body caressing him and drawing him closer to her. But this wasn't Baby, it was Anne. He placed a hand on the small of her back, supporting her, and placed one of his legs in between hers, pushing it against her, feeling her heat through his trousers. He missed the heat, the succulent feel of warm skin against his own; needing to discover it again, he rocked against Anne, returning his attention to placing kisses along her collarbone, feeling the passion intensify with every suck, every nibble. Looking up at her questioningly he whispered as she nodded her approval. "Are you sure?" She nodded again. "I won't hurt you; I know you've never been with…"
"Sssh, Spike… I want this, I want you…" Anne replied, placing her hand on his cheek and caressing it gently. "I love you." She hoped somehow he knew she wasn't scared, that she knew how much she trusted him, how much she loved and wanted him. How she had always wanted him. Thoughts of her evening with Jean disappeared from her mind as she gave herself completely over to the man before her.
Taking a step back, Spike slowly undid the remaining buttons of her blouse, and slid it gently from her shoulders, his unneeded breath catching at the sight of her exposed skin. He removed his own shirt, and knelt down before her, running his hands from her shoulders to her stomach as he did, eliciting another moan as her head rolled back in ecstasy. He softly slid the fabric of her skirt over her hips, taking her panties with it, and lifted each of her legs in turn, helping her step out of the confines of her clothing. He moved away from her to take in the view. She looked magnificent, standing there naked before him, in the living room of his home, the light of the moon dancing across her flesh. Her soft skin glowed as she smiled a soft, inviting smile, and her nerves dissipated. Swiftly, he removed the rest of his clothes, and slowly moved towards her, pulling her in to another deep kiss. The feel of her warm skin against his own coolness made his shaft twitch against her and she leant against him at the feel of it. Once again, he trailed kisses down her neck and across her chest. His hand moved up to cup a breast, and he moved his mouth down the valley of her chest, taking the erect tip of her nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
Anne was awash with the sensation of Spike's mouth on her; she could feel her wetness seeping between her legs, dampening her thighs as she rocked and arched towards her lover. She couldn't believe how he was making her feel; it was an amazing experience for her. As Spike lavished affection on her other breast she moved her hands to his back, clutching at him with pure abandon. Her nails raked across his skin, and she heard him growl deeply in appreciation, so she repeated the action. Bravely, she moved her mouth to his neck, and suckled on it, and Spike released her breast from his mouth and arched up towards her, his cock brushing against her stomach, which made Anne gasp and release his neck. She was astounded that she could have such an effect on him; her breathing quickened, and she was consumed with intensifying heat from her own body.
Slowly, Spike regained control, and moved to kneel before Anne again. Taking her hands in his own, he pulled her down to him, and encouraged her to lie down in front of him. Still kneeling, he raised one of her legs from the floor, and began massaging her foot before kissing across her toes and up her foot around her ankle to the inside of her leg, where his kisses travelled upwards to her thigh. Raising her other leg, he repeated the actions he had just performed, and manoeuvred himself so he was kneeling between her legs as he pushed them wider apart, fully exposing her to him. He gazed longingly at the sight before him: Anne's head was lolled back, her neck exposed, her breasts firm on her chest, her nipples erect. She looked like a virginal goddess, waiting there for him to guide her, to pleasure her more. He couldn't resist the temptation of her any longer. Slowly, he ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, and brushed them gently across her dark curls, causing her to writhe beneath him. He smiled, and gently moved his fingers over her folds, and swooped down to taste her, running his tongue from her perineum to her clit, and then sliding it into her tight hole. She tasted as pure as she looked. Stretching his arms out, he held her legs apart, running his hands around her ankles, and then sliding one hand up the length of her body to her breasts where he manipulated her nipples into harder peaks. Anne writhed and arched into his touch, and lifted her hips, eagerly desiring him to taste more of her. Using the very tip of his tongue, he lapped at her clit in short flicks, making her jerk violently beneath him. As he felt her orgasm draw closer, he moved his hand from her breast, to her clit, and pinched it slightly, then slid a finger inside her, moaning as he felt the heat of her wetness.
Anne moaned; never before had anyone touched her like this, she'd hardly ever masturbated. The sensations flowed through her, and she felt as if she was glowing. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, and as she heard Spike moan, she joined him and breathed his name. He looked at her, and she nodded for him to continue, giving a gasp as a second finger joined the first.
"My sweet Anne... See how wet you are? Feel yourself; feel how wet I make you."
His words were more erotic than his actions, and she watched as Spike pulled her own hand down to the one inside her, and splayed her fingers, encouraging her to touch herself. She was in complete awe of how he was making her feel. Slowly, she moved her hand and began moving it against herself. Surprised at how wet she felt, she groaned, and slid one of her fingers into herself where Spike entwined it with his.
"Yesss, Anne," Spike hissed. "Feel yourself; help me pleasure you. Help me stretch you," Spike said, biting his lip almost hard enough to break the skin. He slid his free hand around his shaft and began stroking himself, shaking his head as he noticed Anne's shocked expression. "I won't hurt you. Do you trust me?"
The sight of Spike stroking himself made Anne feel wonderful. He was touching himself because of how she looked, and what she was doing to herself, how they had been joined together through the touch of her fingers. She reached for him with her free hand and with her palm flat, she took his hand in hers, and began moving them in unison along the length of his shaft, surprised at how smooth and long it was, and how much she wanted to know what it would feel like when it took the place of Spike's fingers. She moaned at where her thoughts took her. "Oh God, yes Spike! I trust you."
He moved his hand from her, leaving her playing with herself, and watched. "So beautiful you are, lying there, doing that. God, Anne, I want you so much. You look so sexy. Want to taste you, have you in my mouth again. You like that? Like how I pleasure you?" She nodded, and licked her lips, anticipating his move. Spike moved her hand out of the way, and returned to encouraging her with his tongue again, feeling her orgasm, her walls tighten around his tongue. She tensed, and he moved, sliding now three fingers in and out of her at an exceedingly slow pace. He knew it must have felt torturous, because it was torturous for him: there was nothing he desired more than to push into her hot entrance and take her right there, right now, and never stop taking her, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt her when they made love.
"Come for me, Anne, let me see you come. My love; my sweet… Let it go now, don't fight it."
The huskiness of Spike's voice tipped Anne over the edge, and for the second time she reached orgasmic bliss. She felt her own moistness cover her thighs, and arched urgently as she felt Spike lean down to her and take her into his mouth completely, and suck and lick her deep inside. It was almost as if he wanted to crawl inside her, and she wanted him there, wanted to feel him make love to her. Wanted to consummate the love they felt. She looked up and saw Spike hovering over her again, and then leaning down to kiss her. She could taste herself in his mouth, sweet and warm. He covered her body with his, the coolness of it soothing Anne as he slid his hand between their embraced bodies, and held his cock, rubbing it against her wetness. She moaned and he looked at her.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded; she trusted him more than she had trusted anyone. She believed in him, she always had, even before she had met him. She nodded again, and Spike placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Relax for me, Anne. Don't think, just relax, and feel. Let me love you."
She relaxed into his kiss, melting into his embrace as he slid his shaft gently into her. The feeling was intense; he was large inside her, filling her, but it wasn't as painful as she had thought it would be, it felt right, as if he was made for her. They both heard and felt the snap of her hymen, and as Spike felt the warmth of her fluid leak over his cock as he slid deeper into her, he groaned and threw his head back. Anne rewarded him with her own sharp gasp, and he halted, waiting for her to let him know she wasn't hurting. She bit her bottom lip, realising what she had just experienced. He was deep inside her, and she wanted more of him, wanted him to complete her; wanted to feel full. She arched up to him, her clit bumping against his pelvic bone as she ground her hips into his. He gasped, surprised at her sudden movement, and rocked his hips away from her, so slowly, almost leaving her and then arching back into her moist warmth.
"So tight, so warm; so good… So good…" Spike whispered, desperately trying not to lose control and pound into the living body beneath him. The heat was so overwhelming it felt as if it was burning him. He felt so wonderful wrapped in Anne's tight body. It made him feel alive again.
"Faster. Pleeease Spike, faster," Anne whimpered, tortured by the slow pace he was inflicting on her.
As the words tumbled from her mouth, Spike was consumed with relief that he wasn't hurting her, and that he could quicken the pace. The thrill of a warm body arching into him, and having such a responsive lover, exalted him, and he buried himself in her wetness to the hilt, revelling in her moans of ecstasy.
He took her breasts in his hand, and kneaded them roughly, pinching her nipples, then swooped down and took one in his mouth, nibbling at its hard peak, following it as Anne writhed beneath him with every thrust. No longer able to control himself, he pulled her up to him, so he was kneeling, and held her hips, lifting her up and down his shaft, each time moaning, overwhelmed at how her body felt pressed against his own. He felt her heart beat against his chest, pounding and racing for him. Her breathing quickened and her inner walls tightened around his cock as he pushed further inside her, and she exploded over him, releasing her passion in a scream of his name. He lifted her high once more, and she plunged down onto his hardness, causing him to buck. He felt his sac tighten beneath him, and pounded into her once more. Pulling her into a half-kiss, he whispered the words "Come with me," and as she did, he reached into her depths, and spilled his dead seed into her, rocking against her as they held onto each other, bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Still softening inside her, he gently guided them to the floor, so they were fully lying down, facing one another. He ran his fingers through her hair, and caressed her cheek, then shared a soft kiss with his lover. He realised that he truly loved her, and that what he felt wasn't just about something he was missing from Baby, but something that he honestly needed and wanted. He wanted Anne's love as much as he desired her warmth and humanity; he wanted her to be safe, and he wanted to protect her. Compelled by his own thoughts, he spoke.
"I love you, Anne."
"And I love you, Spike," Anne replied wearily, she had just gone through the most intense experience of her life, and she was overwhelmed with thoughts. She loved Spike, and respected his bond with Baby. She hoped that she wouldn't come between them more than she had already. Spike had given her what Jean had offered, he had given her the love that she had only ever wanted from him. "Thank you. For being the one…"
"No, thank you for giving me that honour."
They kissed again, and Anne's breathing became regular and her heartbeat calmed. Spike smiled at her, and watched as her eyes closed and she slipped into sleep in his arms. As the moonlight danced across the lovers' forms, Spike gazed at his lover. She was his now, she belonged to him. Soon he would claim her, and no one would dare contest his will that she be his. Nothing would come between them, and no one would take her from him. They would be together for eternity, or until death tore them apart.
~Fin~