I can’t suppress the giggle that wants to escape at his declaration. With everything that has gone on, everything that is going on; his lips upon mine, his hand caressing my breast, that is what he needs to tell me? That the front door is busted?
“I don’t care,” I answer with a smile, the first one I know I’ve let cross my face in quite some time.
I don’t care much either. At the very least there isn’t a vampire besides Spike or Angel who could cross the threshold, my sister saw to that before she left and any thing human or demon otherwise isn’t much of a threat with him by my side.
I resume our kisses as if neither of us uttered a word. I find the distraction of the physical touch calms my body, the pain that was still evident from my earlier attempt at leaving this life subsides with each ministration.
His cool lips feel like Heaven on my body as they trail down my neck. Spike is trying with all his being not to move further down my body, but I can tell it his will power is wavering. Though I want to, beyond all want to urge him lower I restrain myself. There is time for this later, we will have forever to explore one another more fully, I have no doubt.
Instead I close my eyes, allowing the feeling of Spike’s thin, cool lips to send my body abuzz as they mark their territory across my neck and up the other side; making their way back to my mouth where joyfully his tongue begins to dual with mine.