She felt the tingle along her spine only seconds before he struck. This time, however, she was ready for him. When he pinned her to the ground, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, holding him to her. She felt his fangs gently pierce her flesh, and her senses were overwhelmed by the exquisitely sensual feeling of him feeding gently; taking long, slow pulls of her powerful blood.
She whimpered quietly with loss as he stopped feeding and made to leave her. Her arms tightened. "Not yet...not going anywhere...tell me your name," she whispered softly. "Please?"
She felt him stiffen in her arms, his muscles tensing to overpower her resistance and tear himself out of her arms.
"I'm trying to ask nicely here. Please, tell me your name?" she repeated, gently requesting he comply but following it up with a squeeze. “You’re not leaving until you tell me!”
He grinned. She had fire this one; he liked that! Relaxing in her arms, he lowered his head and burrowed back into her warm, sweet neck, gently resuming his nuzzling and nipping.
“Now why would you want to know that, love?” he purred against her skin.
“Well, I think if we are going to have a standing dinner date every week or so that I should at least know your name, don’t you?”
He chuckled at that. She really did have something, this one; she was a hell of a fighter, bloody beautiful and she had spirit.
“I’ll tell you what love, you tell me your name an’ then I’ll tell you mine!”
“Oh, I see. I show you mine and you’ll show me yours. Isn’t that a little childish?” she laughed at him.
He chuckled against her skin. “Mmmm, probably, but I like to play games.” He nuzzled against her neck again, and smiled as a shiver ran through her body at his action. She was just so delightful; bugger it, he never had been able to refuse a request from a beautiful lady
“Spike! My name’s Spike, love. Now what do they call you, little one?”
He turned so he was looking directly at her.“Nice name, love. That would be short for Elizabeth, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was my great-great grandmother’s name or something. Spike? What kind of name is Spike?”
“Well, it’s not the one my mother gave me, that’s for sure.” He laughed again. He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so freely. It had certainly been before Buffy died. How did this lovely little slayer make him feel this way? She was not his slayer; he should NOT be having these feelings for her. He should not be enjoying being here, wrapped in her warm, strong arms. But, oh God, how her body felt beneath him! He moaned softly and buried his face once more in the fragrant delight of her beautiful golden neck.
“Spike?” she ventured quietly. Releasing her tight hold on him with one hand, she reached to gently stroke the soft dark gold curls. “What is it? Why….”
She felt a sob against her throat as the vampire momentarily buried his face deeper, before his body tensed and he made to flee. “No…you’re not leaving, not until I get some answers.” She tightened her arms again, grabbing him close to her.
He turned his face to glare at her and as he did their lips brushed; the slightest whisper of a caress, a featherlike touch that sent shocks of desire racing through their bodies. A quiet whimper of longing escaped before he could stop it, his body pressing closer, aching for the intimacy of a lover’s touch. Her lips brushed his once more, gently teasing and tasting as her hand came up to cup his face, her thumb stroking the sharp planes of his cheek.
With a growl of desire he leant in, deepening the kiss, his tongue asking for, and receiving, permission to enter. As their tongues gently caressed, his hands moved slowly along her body, exploring her firmly muscled curves. His mouth caught her gasps of pleasure as his capable hands sought out and found her more sensitive regions. As desire grew their kiss lost its tenderness; tongues fought for dominance and lips smashed hungrily against each other. Eventually Beth was forced to pull away, gasping for air while lamenting the loss of contact with his delicious, skilful mouth.
The vampire pulled away, just far enough that he could look into the slayer's face; she was flushed with desire, her blue eyes burning with lust. A fresh wave of desire coursed through him and he moved to plunder her mouth once more. In time they parted again; air a necessity for the slayer and a longstanding habit for the vampire.
They held each other close; bodies pressed together, hands gently stroking and exploring, faces buried in each other’s necks as time flowed around them. It may have been minutes, or maybe hours, before Spike gently disengaged himself from the slayer’s arms.
Beth moaned softly, protesting the sudden loss of contact.
“S’all right, pet. C’mere.” He held his hand out to the girl still lying on the grass. As she took his hand he gently helped her to her feet, pulling her close against him for another kiss. Beth melted against his strong body, his kisses stealing her strength, her will and her reason.
Oh God, she had never known a kiss could be so amazing, so exhilarating and intoxicating. The world was a blur, and she had to mentally shake herself to try and concentrate on what he was saying to her. “What? Sorry…I didn’t…” sShe murmured against his chest.
The vampire tilted his head sideways. “You alright, love?”
“Yeah, I just didn’t hear what you said.” She looked up at him, gazing into his eyes, the ocean meeting the sky as her ice blue eyes locked with his deep dark sapphire.
“I asked you if you want to come back to my place?” he repeated, his voice thick with longing.
She nodded, her arms tightening as she burrowed closer against the beautiful body of this very unusual vampire.
“You sure about this, love? It’s okay if you’re not. Just tell me now. Don’t want you changing your mind later.”
“No, no… I mean, yes, I'm sure. No, I won’t change my mind.”
Turning, he wrapped his arm around the petite girl at his side, holding her close to him as he led her through the night.