This story is part of the Childe & Sire universe. It is set after the last chapter of Whose Destiny, and between the epilogues of His Childe and Her Sire. It probably won't make much sense if you didn't read the original stories.
The Beach
Even knowing what was happening and that it all was only a
dream, Buffy was still startled at first. After so many decades, it was
difficult to control the instinct demanding that she take shelter. The
usual blanket was waiting for her a few yards away, and she took her
sandals off to walk to it. The sand was warm as it yielded under each
of her steps; she wanted to bury her toes in the golden grains.
Only when she reached the blanket did she notice the pile of clothes
next to it. Apparently, Spike had arrived in their dream before her.
But where was he? Puzzled, she looked around her, squinting a little at
the glare of the sun, and finally found him where the discarded clothes
had hinted he would be – in the ocean, swimming.
“Join me!” he shouted, waving at her.
She shook her head. “You know Cordelia’s going to be here soon. Come back!”
To her relief, he started swimming back to the shore, and she waited
for him even more impatiently when she realized he had to be naked. And
indeed, she wasn’t disappointed when he stepped out of the water, his
nude flesh glistening as he approached her. Her eyes slid down his
body, appreciative of every hard plane and muscle showing;
appreciative, also, of the effect her gaze had on him, his cock already
at half-mast when all she had done was caress him with her eyes.
“Cordelia is going to be here soon,” she repeated weakly as he came closer, smirking smugly until he pressed his lips to hers.
She wanted to protest – he was soaked, it was all nothing but a dream,
Cordelia’s arrival was imminent – but somehow she found herself
answering the kiss, tender lips parting for tongues to dance, and then
helping his questing hands as they played with the buttons of her
sundress. Before long, she was as naked as he was, and craving more of
his touch as his ocean-cool body quickly warmed from both the sun and
his arousal.
“Let me make love to you,” he murmured, the words a tickle against the
shell of her ear as he drew her down to the blanket. She murmured her
assent and found his lips again, desperately hungry for more kisses. It
was an art they had perfected over the years, taking full advantage of
their lack of breathing, and in each touch of the tip of a tongue, each
brush of mouth upon mouth, each gentle nibble of blunt teeth, it was a
thousand words of love they shared.
Laying back to her side, Buffy pulled Spike with her, her hands
kneading his back, his side and gliding to his front, the muscles she
knew well enough she could have drawn them from memory if only she had
persisted in her attempts at learning how to draw. Maybe she would pick
it up again, simply so that she could draw her lover. His own hands
weren’t idle, far from it, as they somehow found their way to each
pleasure point of her body, caressing, tickling, scratching, pinching,
and always giving her the perfect amount of pressure to slowly drive
her mad.
She gasped as he twisted her clit, breaking their kiss without meaning to.
“Love when you make that sound,” he purred. “’Could listen to you ‘til the end of the world.”
His words could have been funny, seeing how they had just avoided –
once more – the end of the world, but with his mouth now busy
tormenting her nipple, Buffy’s mind did not make the connection.
Instead, all she could focus on was his lips, tongue, and teeth –
wicked, wicked vampire who knew too well she had developed a biting
fetish – and the tip of his cock barely brushing against her own
wetness as he teased the both of them just a little more. Locking her
legs behind him, she managed to pull him forward, inside her, and
smiled smugly when it was his turn to gasp at the sensation of being
surrounded by her again. Together, they started moving, shallow thrusts
at first, and…
“God! I can’t believe you’d do this!”
They both froze at the indignant voice above them, but while Spike hid
his face in the crook of her neck to stifle his laughter, it was for
completely different reasons that Buffy wanted to hide. A few steps
away, now with her back turned to them, Cordelia was still ranting,
clearly as embarrassed at having found them in this position as Buffy
felt at having been found. And even more embarrassed when a small moan
escaped her lips as Spike resumed his slow movements. She bit her
bottom lip as she tried to suggest to her lover that he should stop,
but he somehow misinterpreted her signals – and she wasn’t far from
thinking it was deliberate.
“You know the question,” Cordelia said loudly, still looking away.
“Same as before and this time it’s your last chance. Do you want to be
humans?”
Her back arched with pleasure, Buffy tried to capture Spike’s eyes to
see what he thought about the offer; his refusal to meet her gaze was
answer enough.
“The answer’s still no, Cordy,” she managed to utter without sounding
too much like she was on the edge of bliss – which she was.
Usually, at this point, Cordelia would try to convince them to change
their mind, but this time she disappeared without so much as a goodbye.
Buffy closed her eyes, concentrating on the fire ready to ignite within
her.
“You’re… terrible,” she informed Spike breathily even as her climax was
closer and closer; he answered with a harder push of his hips that sent
her over the edge. He thrust into her shaking body twice more before
joining her with a gasp of her name.
“I’m terrible,” he agreed, panting, after a few seconds. “But you love me for it.”
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