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Part 2: Claimed
She opened her eyes. “I want to get close to you again,” she said, her voice raw with need. I quickly untied the sash and the robe fell to the floor. She stood before me, gloriously naked. Her breasts were full and lush, her belly smooth and white. Her beauty shone so glimmering and bright, and I wanted to taste her, to touch her. I looked away, conscious of my nudity and the fact that she could certainly see the affect had on me.
I turned her away from me and pulled the quilt off of her bed. I gently wrapped it all around her, and tucked and folded it to keep her modesty intact. I had to cover her up, to conceal her body before I did something stupid, something to make her hate me. I pulled her into my arms and lay down with her on the bed. “I’ve got you, ducks,” I whispered.
I pressed my face to her neck, and luxuriated in her scent. I peered closely at her skin, and it looked like fine lace. I could clearly see the delicate traceries marked in her skin. They outlined a pattern, a collar of roses. With my fingertip, I traced the curves of the flowers on her neck, and she purred and moaned. The noises that she made inflamed my senses, and I struggled with my need.
She turned in my arms to face me. “Your neck is made of lace,” I said to her. She swept her mouth across my jaw, and I felt the delicate flutter of her eyelashes whisk across my skin. Locks of her hair fell across my face, and I watched the world through a sheer golden net. “And your hair is spun of gold,” I said dreamily. The strands moved away, and I saw Tara’s eyes. Golden sparks flared amidst tranquil blue. There was so much need in them, and desire, and love. I moved to nuzzle her neck and her mouth came down on mine.
She tasted like honey. The second I tasted her, I needed more. I tightened my arms around her back, and held her close to me. Her lips were so soft, so smooth. Her tongue flickered hesitantly into my mouth, and I groaned and let her in. We kissed deliberately, thoroughly. I had never kissed like this, deep kisses that were an experience unto themselves, an act of intimacy all their own.
We kissed in every way. We embraced slowly, and hard, and gently, and passionately. We’d move and stir and the pitch would rise until I just had to have her, had to claim her, and then she would change the pace, and we’d sink back down together to tranquility and contentment.
She pulled away from me, and I was filled with a sense of loss. “Oh, Tara,” I said. “I need you. Please don’t go.” She sat up and pulled off the quilt and shook it out so that it covered us both. She grasped the edge and pulled it over our heads. She snuggled into my shoulder and we lay there, in the dark tent she had made. I reached out for her hand and held it, my thumb moving over her soft palm. We lay that way for a long time, and it was so serene and peaceful in the bed, with her scent and her heartbeat and her hand in mine.
“When I was a very little girl,” she said softly. “I would hide underneath this quilt. It kept me safe from monsters.”
“You were afraid of monsters?” I asked.
She nodded. “I was afraid of monsters and the dark too.”
“I’m sorry that you were scared, pet,” I said to her.
She looked at me with her wide blue eyes. “When I touch you, I feel like I did here, under my quilt. I could believe that everything was good, and I was safe, and bad things would never reach me.”
I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her. Her mouth was so good, so perfect. It was hard to break away, but I did. “Anything hurts you, love, I’ll snap its bloody neck,” I told her seriously.
She laughed, and the sound was sweet and rich. She rested her head on my shoulder again, and placed her hand on my chest. “I have my own monster now,” she said softly. When I turned to look at her, she was asleep. I rested my face against hers, and smelled her special Tara scent, and I fell asleep too.
I awoke to the feel of a warm human body on mine. Tara had wrapped herself around me in sleep, her leg thrown over my stomach. Her breath wafted gently across my cheek. She looked beautiful as she slept. I kissed her lips, and she smiled. I moved to roll over her, and was startled by pain. I looked down at my chest, and saw large yellow bruises that mottled my skin. I remembered everything that happened the night before.
I threw on my duster, grabbed my boots and gently closed her door behind me. In the bathroom, I found my pants folded neatly on the floor. The shower we had used still ran, and I turned it off. I had my pants on one leg when a sleepy looking girl in a bathrobe wandered in. She looked at me oddly as I got my pants on and shoved my feet into my boots. “Morning, love,” I said with a smile, as I walked past her and out the door.
I went to the police station through the tunnels. I lurked in the foyer and listened to the conversations, as I figured that a girl who turned herself in for murder would be pretty big news in Sunnydale. When it was clear to me that she hadn’t done it after all, I left and made the way back to my crypt. As I smoked and walked, I thought. I thought of Buffy, and how she made me feel. The things that she’d said. What she’d done.
I tried to sleep, but my bed seemed cold and musty. I pressed a soft pillow to my chest, and pretended it was Tara. I thought of her scent, her smile, and her softness. I stared at the ceiling and tried to recapture the feeling of her. When I finally woke, it was after dark. I made my way to Buffy’s house. A familiar figure walked down the other side of the street in the opposite direction.
“Tara!” I called out as I crossed the street to her. She startled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” She looked down at the ground, and seemed unwilling to look at me. “About last night…” I began.
She looked up at me, and her face was a rosy pink. She was flushed, embarrassed. “Just forget it ever happened.”
“Tara…” I began.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she said sweetly. “It was just the spell, and the drug I gave you, and I felt so alone and…” She stopped and bit her lip. “I’m sorry,” she said awkwardly. “I didn’t know.” Her face crumpled and she ran away.
“Tara!” I yelled after her, confused. She ran swiftly and never looked back. I continued on to Buffy’s determined to get this over with.
I knocked on the front door. She opened it, saw me, and slammed it in my face. “Open the door.” There was no response. “Open the fucking door, Buffy!” I screamed loudly, fed up.
She opened the door and crossed her arms in front of her. “What do you want?”
“Are you alright?” I lowered my voice. “What happened with the, you know, accident?”
“Not your problem, Spike,” she said briskly. “The Scoobies and I are on it. I didn’t hurt anyone.”
I smiled at her in relief. “Well, that’s great, Slayer.”
She looked at me coldly and raised her chin. “Is that all?”
The smile slid from my face. “I will always love you, Buffy.” She rolled her eyes and started to shut the door. “Will you just give me one second,” I said angrily. She stopped the door halfway and looked at me. “I will always love you,” I repeated. “If you need me, I will always be there for you. You can always count on me.” She stared at me blankly. “I won’t be coming around any more. I’d rather you left me alone too, unless you need me to help you.” I tilted my head and looked at her. “I was wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” she asked, with only a hint of real interest.
“You don’t always hurt the one you love,” I said. “Real love doesn’t hurt at all. I never knew that before, but I’m learning it now.” I turned my back and walked past the tree where I had spent too many nights watching, always on the outside looking in.
I knocked on the door of Tara’s room, but there was no answer. I knew she was inside. I could hear her heartbeat. “Tara, it’s Spike,” I called. “Can you let me in?” There was no response, but I could hear her breathing erratically. I smelled salt. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a thin metal shim. I jimmied the door and walked in. The room was dark and appeared empty except for a lump underneath the covers on the bed. “What’s wrong, love?”
“Go away, please,” Tara said softly. Her voice was thick with tears. If I had any doubt before, now I knew exactly how she felt.
“I’m sorry that I took advantage of you,” I said to her. She began to cry louder. “I’m sorry that I’m an idiot. I try not to be one. But you’re very beautiful, and you are so sweet, and I respect you so much. What we did last night, you being with me, it was the happiest I’ve ever been. The closest thing to heaven an evil bastard like me could ever hope for.”
She pulled off the covers. Her hair was in disarray, and her face was puffy from crying. “It’s very sweet of you to say that,” she said slowly, “but you don’t have to pretend.”
“Pretend that you mean something to me?” I asked her.
She closed her eyes. “I know that you l-l-love Buffy,” she said sadly.
“I love Buffy, just like you love Willow. Someone that you care for, but can never be with.”
Tara looked at me with confusion. “I saw Buffy tonight, and she told me that you were… together.”
“Whatever we had, it’s done. It’s not what I want anymore. It doesn’t feel right.” She looked at me, and I could see the hope in her eyes. “What we had, last night, that’s what feels right.” I pulled a small box out of my pocket and give it to her. She turned on the bedside lamp and opened the box. Inside was a small ruby heart pendant on a gold chain. “I want to be with you, Tara,” I said to her. She smiled at me, and held out the necklace. I fastened the chain around her neck.
She pulled me down on top of her. I looked at her, surprised. “I thought that it was just a fluke,” she said happily. “I couldn’t imagine you really wanted me.”
I slid my hand across her shoulder, and trailed my finger up and down her neck. “Oh, I really want you.” I brought my mouth down to hers. The taste of her was so amazing, the feel of her, and the smell of her. She was so soft and yielding underneath me, and it made me so very hard. I rubbed against her, and I could feel her warmth through my jeans and her filmy skirt. I swiveled my hips, and she held my shoulder tight. We moved together, and she made so much noise that I wondered if I could make her come without even touching her. She broke away with a gasp. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’ve never,” she said. She looked at me directly. “I can feel you against me, and it is making me nervous, because I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” I said. “We have all the time in the world.”
“But I want you,” she said. “You make me so excited and you make me want…” she broke off.
“What do you want, pet? I’ll do anything, or nothing, whatever you want.”
“I want to be close to you,” she said directly. “I want to feel you naked next to me.” I stood up and stripped off my clothes, and her eyes never left me. The way she watched me was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I lay down next to her and she turned to me. She ran her hands over my chest and licked my nipple. I moaned, and it seemed to encourage her. She sucked and bit on my nipple until I was so excited, that was all it was going to take. “I’ve got to get up, ducks,” I said to her breathily.
“I have to come, I can’t wait.”
She looked at me hesitantly. “Can I watch you do it?”
“It won’t, you know, gross you out? It’s not a pretty sight,” I explained. She bent her head to my chest and sucked and bit at my nipples while I worked my cock with my hand. I came explosively, and semen spattered all over my belly. She crawled down my body, and gently lapped at the puddle with her tongue.
“Oh don’t do that, love,” I said to her as I pulled her wrist. “You won’t like that a bit.”
“It’s a little bitter,” she said. Her tongue moved back and forth across my stomach. I put my hand under her skirt and inside her underwear. She was very slick, and my finger slid easily inside her. “Oh,” she said, and tightened around me. I slipped another finger inside her and pumped, and she moaned. Her tongue began to lick the head of my cock.
“Oh yeah,” I said through clenched teeth. She quivered all around me, and I knew that she was close. “Stop, stop and come up here,” I said to her, as I withdrew my hand.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“I’ll finish what I started,” I promised. She came back next to me. Her clothes flew across the room as I stripped them off her. Gently, I fondled her breast while I worked her with my fingers again. I wanted to watch her come, to know what it felt like to be the one who did that for her. “I want to make love to you,” I told her. “I want to make you mine.”
“I want you to,” she said breathlessly. “I want to have you, all of you.” She straddled me, and she was filmed with sweat and flushed. I looked up at her beautiful naked body.
“No, no, I didn’t mean it, I was thinking out loud with my dick,” I explained to her.
“You don’t want to?” she asked me.
“Of course I do,” I said. “But it should be special and romantic, and can we not have this conversation right now?” I rolled her on her back and plunged my tongue between her thighs. The taste of her was intense, the intoxicating essence of Tara. I slid my tongue in and out of her, and did everything with my mouth that I so badly wanted to do with my cock. She grabbed my hair hard in both hands as she came; a beautiful wordless moan that sent shivers up my spine.
Tara pulled me up by my shoulders and kissed me. “That was so good,” she said happily. “I want to be good for you too.” She reached down and slid both hands around my cock, and it only took two strokes for me to come all over her belly. I cleaned her off with tissues from her nightstand. She had already begun to doze off when I turned off the light and tucked us both in the bed.
“I’m falling for you,” she said sleepily.
I snuggled closer into her and kissed her shoulder. “You’re not alone,” I replied.
Continued in Part 3: Known