“I want answers, Guen. What made you change?”
She rolled her eyes. “I am finally my true self and you want to talk? Remember those days when they were together? How you used to watch the door to their room and just rage inside?” He closed his eyes at the old anguish. She watched her hands skim up his chest. “And I would crawl into your lap. Member the first time you slid inside me?” She undid his pants. She slipped her hand inside, clasping his dick. “I wanted so much to be her, to have all of your affections all the time, not just when you were feeling randy.”
She dropped to her knees. She circled the head of his dick with her tongue. He groaned when she closed her lips around him. He threaded his fingers into her curly hair as he slid further into her mouth. She held him there for a moment before slowly sliding back up. She went down until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She started to stoke him with her mouth, tickling the head every time she came up. He was close; he could feel the orgasm rise. He groaned when she released him with a nip. His fingers tightened in her hair. “Guen.”
She licked up his body, removing some of the drying blood. She plunged her tongue into his mouth. When he went to grab her, she spun away from him. She walked towards the bedroom, removing her clothes as she did. He stood there until she disappeared into the darken room. He found her on his bed in nothing but knee-high boots and a sultry smile. He slowly stripped, enjoying the way her eyes lit up. Her hands were on her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples. He crawled up the bed until he was kneeling between her thighs. He looked at the boots, then at her. “The boots have to go, luv.”
Spike eased down the zipper of one boot. He tossed it over his shoulder before turning to the other one. His hands skated up her slim body until he was lying on top of her. He entered her gradually. When she closed her eyes, he stopped. “Open your eyes, Guen. Like the first time.”
One leg rose up, driving him deeper. Her eyes drifted shut. She snapped them open to see his face had changed. He lowered his head, nuzzling her neck before sinking his teeth into it. She screamed as an orgasm washed over her. She clawed his back, drawing blood. He drew in a sharp breath. He put his hands on her hips, holding her close while he rolled over onto his back. She sat up, taking him in deeper. She began to roll her hips. His nails dug into her, marring her smooth skin. Blood ran down her torso, following her scar. He sat up, catching some of the blood on his tongue. He captured a nipple, swirling his tongue around it. His teeth pierced the soft flesh on the underside of her breast. She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. She threw her head back as another orgasm hit her.
“William.” He glanced up into her face. He released her breast and moved back to her neck. Her teeth reopened the wound made in the graveyard. He rolled again, surged into her. He knelt above her with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her lips and nipples were stained crimson with blood. He heaved into her, pouring his seed in her womb, sending her into another orgasm.
He collapsed on top of her. Guen closed her eyes. When he could move, Spike looked down into her face. He closed the marks on her neck. He wiped the trail of blood from her chest with his finger. He sucked his finger clean, savoring the taste of her. She pushed him off of her. She straddled his hips. Sealing her bite marks, she licked his chest, flicking at his nipples with her tongue. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She scrunched up her nose.
“A little messy, aren’t we, luv?” She rose and walked toward the bathroom. He propped up on an elbow, watching her walk away. She stopped in the doorway. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Again? Horny little girl tonight, aren’t we?” He followed her into the bathroom. At the door, he watched as she ran her hands over her breasts with the soap, washing away the traces of their blood. He licked his lips as her hands roamed lower to her pussy. Propping her leg up on the side of the tub, she slid two fingers around her clit. She shuddered as her eyes caught his.
“Five years, Spike. Five years of nothing but memories of us. Please,” she moaned as two fingers slipped inside. He stepped into the shower. His hand followed hers. Two of his fingers joined hers. He pressed forward, pulling her towards him. She moaned at the pressure. “Please.”
He turned her around to face the wall. He pulled her up against him. He plunged into her to the hilt. They stood there, letting water cascade over them. He nipped the sensitive part of her neck. She thrust her hips back into his. He thrust deeper, making her moan. She bent over, driving him deeper. He licked the water off of her back, drawing small patterns. He pulled her back up. She turned her head to the side, meeting his lips. One of his hands cupped a breast while the other stroked her clit. He was soon bringing her to another orgasm. He quickly followed. He shut off the water and carried her to bed.
Guen stared down at Spike. She brushed her fingers down his cheek. The sun’s rays splashed pink and orange across the ceiling. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips. She stood and walked down the hall. Spike sat up and watched her walk away. The door closed soundly behind her. He massaged his chest where his heart used to beat. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She brushed them away as she quickly walked back to the cemetery and her car. She slipped inside, feeling the hot leather against her bare ass. As she started the car, she looked into the rearview mirror. He was standing on the corner, watching her leave. She opened the door and got out. They met half way. Their lips met; the kiss deepened. They slowly disengaged from each other.
“I love you,” she whispered. She got back into the car and drove away.
“I love you too, pet.” He turned and walked towards the Slayer’s house. Time to torment the Scoobies.
