She should have taken a quick shower.
She reeked of Spike. His cigarettes, the whiskey that had flavored that luscious, talented mouth. She could smell the leather of his duster on the fingers that were cupping her cheek as she tried to sleep curled up about a comforting, soft pillow.
They had never actually made it downstairs to where Spike had a real, normal bed.
He had taken her on the floor, Kiara on her hands and knees, at least until the savage strength of his hard pumping body had driven her down flat on her belly. He had finished them both off that way, pinching the tight nubs of her throbbing nipples as well as her swollen pulsing clit.
She was screaming long before the finish when they both exploded into a climax that had Kiara seeing flares of silver and gold and bright colors.
Even now she wasn't sure which had been foremost the pain or the pleasure.
Spike wasn't exactly a gentle lover. He fucked hard. And he fucked fierce.
Kiara had a sneaking suspicion though that she rather liked her lovers on that cusp of almost violent. If she hadn't enjoyed it, would she have cum harder then she'd ever imagined was possible?
She had literally lost track of how many times he had taken her body. She knew it was at least five times, thought it might have been as many as eight. Vampire stamina was all it was written up to be. She had the facts and the next time she read fiction making Vampires out to be asexual creatures, she'd laugh herself into a coma!
He had taken her from behind once, bent over his single battered chair. She'd found herself wondering vaguely and without any real concern which object would break first the fragile chair or her merely human body.
With her long legs spread wide, Spike's cock had seemed to reach so deep up inside of her. It was always a twisted, crazy mix of pleasure and pain with her new Vampire lover.
And oh gods she was definatly headed for hell because she loved it.
Another time, he'd done her like that first time in the alley, when he'd turned and braced his body against the alley wall and lifted her up and down his cock, those inhumanely strong fingers digging into the curvy globes of her ass.
She'd squealed and moaned and whimpered, chewing on his shoulder and neck and the corded lines of his throat as if she'd been a Vamp herself.
She'd clawed his shoulders and back, drawing blood of her own, and howled high and hard enough to startle the very Powers To Be when she finally came yet again.
And now with the those tiny licks of sun sneaking between where Buffy's shades didn't fit quite right she couldn't fall asleep.
But she was just too tired in body to move. It was only her mind that was alert and twitching. All she could do was lay there smelling the smells and aching.
After all those hours and hours and some acts she'd only ever read about in books she found herself still wanting more.
Eventually she did finally fall asleep.
When she opened her eyes again the room was dimmer and the house silent.
For a moment she panicked, thinking she must have slept past Spike's sun set dead line and picturing a ranting Spike tearing up Sunnydale looking for her. She relaxed when she realized that she could still see sunlight in the cracks where Buffy's shades didn't fit perfect. The sun had merely moved to the other side of the house.
When she checked Buffy's bedside clock she learned she had about two hours before Spike would be expecting her. So she slipped out of bed and went to take the shower she'd needed earlier but had been too worn out to take.
After the shower getting ready was pretty easy. She simply slipped a pretty sundress from Buffy's closet over her lotion silked skin. She had a feeling she wouldn't keep clothes on for long once Spike was awake.
She'd never worn much in the way of makeup. Kiara was more of a tomboy then one of those delicate girly girls. Foundation made her skin feel tight and uncomfortable and she was blessed with good genes and clean, clear skin.
She remembered Spike rasping something about drowning in her emerald eyes so gave her lashes a light coating of mascara and slicked a little shiny gloss on the full lips he'd bitten and called luscious.
