It's Been Forever

By Nicollette Marquis McFadgen


Notes: This takes place after What's My Line 2, but Spike's back isn't broken.

Drusilla laid on her white covered canopy bed still dressed in her black empire gown. Her head rested on a large fluffy pillow, her hair splayed across it. The back of her hand was resting against her brow as she pouted.

"I don't like that slayer, Spike. She took away my daddy." Her bottom lip stuck out in normal pouting fashion. "Even if he was a bad daddy, he shouldn't be with the slayer."

Spike, who sat at the edge of the bed, looked down at his whimpering princess. "The ritual was a success, kitten, aren't you happy about that? Even though Angelus lives, you were still cured. Now we can be together like before."

"Before?" Her voice was small as she tried to figure out to what he was referring. "Before Prague? I miss Prague."

Spike moved to the foot of the bed, kneeling at her bare feet. "Yes, together like before Prague, pet. And I know you miss it." He gently took her foot in his hand and lifted it. "But we're not going back to Prague...ever." He ignored her little whimpers as he brought the small delicate foot to his mouth. He placed a little kiss on her big toe then bit it tenderly.

Drusilla's whimpers stopped as she focused solely on what her lover was doing to her foot. Her eyes were transfixed on his mouth. A low moan escaped her as she felt Spike's tongue run down the arch of her foot.

Spike chuckled as the toes on Drusilla's foot curled. He lifted her leg higher, placing the foot on his shoulder as he sucked at her ankle. Brushing her dress up towards her waist, he licked the curve of her calf, smiling when he felt her other leg wrap around his waist, pulling him forward.

He lapped at the back of her knee as one hand caressed the inner thigh of her other leg. His other hand held fast on the top of her thigh. Drusilla squirmed under his tongue's activity. He moved his head forward, kissing the insides of her thigh, stopping just as her soft curls brushed against his cheek.

He pulled back, removing his shirts.

"Come back, my little Spike." Her mouth formed a pout and her brow creased. Her arms reached out for him as she spread her legs wider.

"Ducks, we have to take off our clothes, remember? It's no fun with them on."

Raising up on her elbows, Drusilla bit her lower lip. "I like undressing."

Spike smiled at the confused lust in her eyes. "I know you do, luv."

Her lips formed a sly smile, as her thoughts became clearer to her. "I like it more when you undress me."

He gave her a crooked smile and raised his eyebrows. Carefully he slipped his arms under hers and pulled her up in to a sitting position. With his hands still around her back, he began to unbutton the dress. When he had opened the dress to the middle of her back, he withdrew his hands, then quickly pulled the black fabric over her head, depositing it unceremoniously on the floor.

Sitting between her legs, Spike pulled back to watch her breasts settle. His hand reached out and cupped her face, lust burning through him. "I am so happy that you're well again." Drusilla smiled in her little girl way as she used her feet to force Spike's pelvis closer to her damp center.

Spike moaned and his eyes nearly crossed as he felt Drusilla rub herself on his denim-covered erection. His hands found her thighs and he pushed them back, forcing them open wider as she lay back down. He slid down the bed so that he was lying on his stomach, his mouth only inches away from her aching need.

Slowly he began to suck on her outer lips, delighting when they swelled with stolen blood, their sire's blood. He flung her legs over his shoulders, then lifted her hips with one hand, tilting her to the right angle. His tongue lapped at her clitoris as two fingers found their way into her heat. She clenched around him, bucking against his tongue.

As her hips began to jerk harder, Spike removed his tongue, leaving his fingers pumping in and out of her. She whimpered at the lack of stimulus on her clit. "Oh, Spike? Spikey, please." Her face scrunched up as she tried unsuccessfully to grind her mound into his chin. "Please? It's been so long!"

Spike's mouth instantly attached itself to her swollen clit, sucking forcefully. Within a minute Drusilla came, drenching Spike's plunging fingers and a small part of his chin. Lightly nipping at her, Spike coaxed her through her orgasm. Her heels dug into his back and her thighs pressed tightly against his ears as she cried out his name.

Spike slowly pulled his fingers from her as her thighs released his head. Moving onto his knees, he saw that her eyes were closed and she had that smile on her face. That smile that only appeared after she had come. He had missed that. He loved when she came. He loved those sounds she made and the face she made.

Slowly she opened her eyes, then pulled her legs down off of Spike shoulders, letting them fall open around his waist. "Mmmm. Spike. I liked that."

He chuckled softly as he began to unzip his pants. "I know you did, pet. That's why I did it." When his pants were unzipped, Spike reached down, wrapped a hand around his straining cock, and pulled out, groaning as his cock throbbed. As he pulled his jeans all the way off, Drusilla sat up, her eyes round as she saw his erection.

Drawing herself up on her knees, she rubbed her hands on her thighs, looking everywhere but at Spike. Spike smiled widely. "Pet?"

She seemed almost unsure of whether to answer him. "Spike?" She nibbled on her lip. "Can I...use my...can I suck...on your, your..."

His heart and cock leapt at her embarrassment. "It's a cock, Dru. And yes, I'd love it if you were to use your mouth. I don't know why you're so shy after..." His voice caught in his throat as her hand snaked out and fastened itself gently around his hard cock.

She bent over, immediately taking the head into her mouth. Her hand began to pump him quickly as she swirled her tongue along the ridge. She knew exactly what he liked. Her illness had made it dangerous for her to have an orgasm, but she had insisted on giving Spike pleasure.

Even though he had told her that she didn't have to, Drusilla would always use her hands and mouth on him to make him come, since he could not actually be inside her. After Prague, they had made love, but it had left her too weak, so they had to give it up. Spike hadn't wanted her not to receive pleasure, so he had tried making her come with his hand and mouth, but that too had proven to be too much for her.

As Drusilla sucked Spike's cock, one hand continued to pump it and the other cupped his balls, her fingers lightly massaging them. She took more of him into her mouth, then pulled her head back, letting him slip from her mouth. She was still stroking him with her hand as she blew on the tip, then slapped her cheek several times with his cock.

At his growl, Drusilla slipped his cock back into her mouth, moving her lips down almost to the base. She pulled her head back again, but this time she left the head in her mouth, then quickly took him to the base. His hand wrapped in her hair and he pulled her back. He tugged her up, then pressed her face to his, kissing her carnally.

Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her onto his lap so that her legs were straddling his hips. He gripped his cock with one hand, guiding it to her wet pussy. He slowly eased her down onto him. They both moaned. It had been so long. It had been too long.

It had been forever since he had been inside of her. "Oooo. Spike!" She cried out, as her arms wrapped around his neck. He buried his face in her neck, licking and sucking at the skin there. Using her legs, she slowly rose off of him, then slowly came back down until his thighs touched her bottom.

Using what leverage he had, Spike thrust slowly, allowing her to set the pace. He grunted as she slammed down on to him. As her movement sped up, she made more and more noise. She moved a hand between them, rubbing circles atop her throbbing clit.

One of Spike's hands, which had been around her back, holding her to him, slid lower, brushing against her anus. Travelling even lower, it found its way to where the two bodies met. Spike made sure to wet it sufficiently before bringing it back up to her anus, slowly and carefully pushing the finger in.

"Oooh! Spike, I like that!"

Grinning against her neck, he mumbled, "I know you do, pet." He grunted as she clenched her muscles around his cock. She began to cry out, almost sobbing as she came. Her bouncing stopped as the intensity of her orgasm overtook her.

Spike withdrew his finger from her, and gripped her hips with both his hands; he laid down, moving her body up and down on his. Tearing one hand from her hips, he grabbed her wrist and brought it to his lips. His face changed and he sank his fangs into her delicate wrist.

He felt her still constricting around him as he fed and his cock spasmed, pumping his seed into her. His eyes closed as his brain clouded and his face changed back to its human form as he felt Drusilla collapse on top of him.

"Baby?" He gently nudged her.

"Mmm. Miss Edith." She mumbled against his chest.

Rolling them over, Spike gently placed her head on the pillow, then slowly pulled his cock from within her. He gently closed her legs, drawing up a blanket to cover her. Wiping the sweaty hair from her forehead, he placed a gentle kiss there.

Slowly he sank down on his side next to her watching her face as she slept. He slid one arm across her stomach, and folded the other underneath his head as he draped a leg over top of hers. All he could think about as he felt himself slip into the warm arms of sleep, was how much he loved his princess.

The End

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