Spike woke in the darkness. He lay on his back, watching the faint green stream of light, that the clock cast across his pale skin. Hearing a noise outside he instinctively tensed, but the familiar clatter of keys and thud of a rucksack hitting the floor calmed him. He waited silently for Cass to finish her end-of-day rituals and come through to the bedroom.
Cass threw herself into the main room of her flat. She chucked her keys in the general direction of the bowl by the door, and slung her bag into the corner. After a day like that all she wanted to was curl up a ball and sleep. But her brain had snapped awake and she felt plans forming.
Grabbing a towel from off the radiator by her desk, she dragged her aching body into the small bathroom, towards a hot shower. As she left the room she flicked on the stereo. She tried to relax under the torrent of water and steam, but the knots in her stomach were tight and her back was sore. Within a few minutes, however the music began to calmed her and she moved along to soft and lonesome beats as she washed, whispering along with the words.
"Oh set aside your fears and fly,
with your soul's desire..."
The hot water rained down on her neck, making her skin glow, and her senses heighten. She could feel the day being washed out of her, away with the suds. She though about Spike, asleep in her bed. She knew he would be aware of her presence but liked the idea of surprising him anyway.
Cassidy wrapped herself in the warm towel and, still dripping, made her way across the flat, in search of blonde vampires.
"Hey" she said quietly, as she moved towards the motionless body. Spike was dozing on his stomach, a pale form against the dark green bedding. Cass sat on the edge of the bed and ran light fingers over his shoulder. His arm, draped over the side of the bed mirrored the movement up her leg as she leant forwards and kissed his ear. Spike turned on his side and sleepily smiled at her.
"Hard day at the office?" he asked, resuming his trail up her exposed calf. He wriggled his forehead for the slightest moment. Something was different. A familiar different but not something he could put his finger on. He dismissed the thought.
Cass ran her fingers though her hair, untangling it as she went. "Hummm" she nodded, relaxing into his caresses.
He placed a kiss on her ankle, and reached out to remove her towel. He ran his fingers slowly across her breast. He was still amazed by the rise and fall of her chest, of the flush of her skin, from both her hot shower and his touch.
"I hurt." said Cass, quietly and led his hand to her stomach.
Spike's fingers traced small circles across her belly, and he watched as her face relaxed and her breath quickened.
"Better?" he asked, grinning, as her caressed across the front of her hips, and watched her toes curl as his cold touch.
Cass shifted slightly as his fingers inched lower, slowly and lightly, to ease his access. He dipped his fingers lower still, keeping constant eye contact and Cass grinned as she watched his eyes widen when he touched a familiar texture. He pulled his hand away sharply and was shocked to find them crimson-slick.
She leant forwards, so their bodies were nearly touching. "A present." she whispered in his ear.
Spike stared at his fingers, at his gift. He brought them to his lips and licked the tiniest bit off the tips, returning his gaze to Cassidy's shining eyes. Reaching out he traced a line across her breasts and down her body, pushing her on to her back. His tongue followed the trail his fingers had made, slowly at first, lapping and sucking at the line, inching ever closer to the source.
Cass reached out and traced the muscles and ridges of his shoulders and back with the tips of her fingers. Her breath was ragged and the ends of her nerves seemed to pop and fizz. Spike's tongue brushed the edge of her curls and he looked up at her. Their eyes locked for a moment and a slow smile spread across Cassidy's lips. A tiniest of nods were all that was needed.
Cassidy slowly arched her back against the bed, her chest heaving, her fingers grasping his hair. Spike was determined to savour the moment, to drive this strange, precious girl wild. He ran his tongue down her lips, parting them. He quickly vamped and suckled, spreading it to her clitoris. The taste undoubtably Cass; the blood mixed with her heat, her scent.
Her eyes closed Cass sank into the sensations. She could feel him harden against her leg and flexed it, trying to create a rhythm, a friction. His reaction and his touch brought her ever-closer. She murmured her encouragement, telling Spike how she wanted him. Spike's tongue seemed to worry at her. It was the act of a starving man. What should have been a treate was becoming, quite literally life-blood. She could feel his tongue inside her, feel the ridges of his face against her skin, feel his cock strain against her moving leg, feel his cold fingers pushing her ever closer. Where ever she was heading, she refused to go alone.
His fingers snaked up her body and resumed stroking her stomach. Spike shifted his head slightly and ran a tooth over her clitoris, and through the dark she heard him whisper to her, "Come, pet." At that her nerves overloaded, pushing her over the edge, her breath coming out in gasps, her legs grasping his body. With a shudder Spike followed, lapped at her, drawing out her orgasm, his shaking fingers mirroring the traced circles on her belly.
Spike felt her relax against the covers and lay with his head on her thigh. "Thank you" he said, almost silently as if to her skin. He wrapped his arms around her legs and Cass felt the lightest of squeezes. He felt fingers stroke his hair down to the nerves that fed into his neck, felt her body scoot down till their heads were level, her legs bunched up against the wall. Cass lent forward and kissed his nose. Her blissed-out smile spoke volumes.
"I don't hurt now." she said, her damp brow pressing against his ridges. She ran her fingers down his chest, feeling, beneath the skin the after shocks that gently continued through his body.
"Good." replied Spike, staring at her, his face streaked with her blood. He nudged her head and whispered directly into her ear.
"You're beautiful."
"Inside or out?" Cass whispered back, reaching the fine hairs where his hips met his thighs.
"Everyway." replied Spike, closing his eyes.
As she drifted, Cass felt the arms around her tighten, and lips against her ear. In her dream she heard a horse voice tell her she was amazing. It made her smile in her sleep, and cling on tighter.