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22 September 2012 @ 11:38 pm
Time to say goodbye.  
Characters: Samantha, Barbara. Then Spike and Angel.
Time: 3 AM
Location: Angel's Mansion.
Thread Status: Open to Barbara at first. Followed by Spike, and then Angel.

Sam sat there for the next hour, her eyes searching her lovers as he spoke to her about … everything that had happened between him and Buffy the vampire Slayer. Some of the things.. she never could imagine him doing, but others.. she was unable to repress the growl of jealousy that erupted through her clenched lips. But, she had to keep her calm, she promised him that she would.

He told her about how the dream had started with him being obsessed with always wanting to kill her. To get another slayer in his notch of kills in his bedpost.. but it turned into something else. The obsession changed and he became.. in love with her. The dream… it had changed everything. His heart. His mind. his body. His .. well, mini-him. He had tried to get her to be with him, but nothing had ever happened.

She turned him down at every turn and every corner. That was.. until she had died.

Buffy died saving the world - ugh - for the second time, and Spike had been utterly devastated. Her heart admittedly hurt at the idea of Spike being so heart broken, and she had curled up into his side, trying to be comforting as he talked. She felt better when he had wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close to him as he continued to talk. He told her of how Buffy just wanted to feel.

During a very… very terrible little couple of days where everyone was singing. Although, Sam admitted that she would have loved to be there.. she would have loved to hear him sing.. She was sure that it was.. heavenly and sinful at the same time. His voice just did that to her regularly.. she couldn't wait to hear him sing to her one day. But anyway. After all the singing.. they had kissed. And their relationship began.

She, of course, was ashamed of being with him. She kept their relationship a secret, and he continued to sleep with her whenever he wanted to, and whenever she wanted to as well. They brought down buildings, literally.. and it made Sam want to destroy an even bigger building then an already condemned house.. Just to one up the slayer.

The relationship had ended sourly.

But for some reason, she kept him in her heart. So close to it that she would let him be apart of the good fight, and Sam was a little upset by that. She couldn't shake the feeling that Buffy was still in love with Spike, and that she would do anything to get him back. Well, maybe not anything, but that she wouldn't mind the vampire to be so close to her again.

The conversation had turned to her, but she was unable to tell him anything, because there were footsteps in the mansion, and they had belonged to her sire. There was only one set, and she took in a deep breath. She could feel the sorrow, and the pride, and the.. just pain… she didn't know what else was there, but she knew what this was going to be.

Goodbye.

She turned to Spike and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, her fingers gently tracing the skin over his cheekbones, down his cheek and chin before she was up and out of the bedroom before he even had a chance to blink. She moved down the hallway, and down the main staircase to see Barbara sitting by the fire. She took in a deep, unneeded breathe again and crossed her arms over her chest.

"How long are you staying?" she asked softly.

She knew that her sire brought her here for a reason. She knew, that that reason was either the fight.. or Spike. She also knew, that even though they loved each other dearly, and that they were family.. and best friends.. Sometimes when one had a different path than another.. they had to let them go. Because if you truly love something.. or someone.. you must let them go.
 
 
 
William Pratt: sam/spike made up my mindrailroadxspike on November 14th, 2012 01:13 pm (UTC)
Spike had never expierenced anything like this, he had never had someone who captivated him so entirely. It felt as if Sam had a gravitational pull, and he couldn’t help but feel himself being pulled closer and closer to her. It was like nothing else mattered, nothing else existed above or beyond her. She was like something bright and strong and inescapable, the center of his universe, the fact that he felt something quite so intense so quickly should have really alarmed Spike, but this wasn’t anything new for him. He had always moved quite fast when it came to these sort of things, many said that was a weakness but it wasn’t something that could be helped or changed. Spike had tried, but every time someone caught his eye in that certain way, he just...he couldn’t help it. Hook, line and sinker.

Sam felt different though, Drusilla had a similar effect on him, even when he was human. In the few moments that he knew her as William he had loved her, but it had been a very different kind of love. Very dark. Drusilla had been his moon-light, Sam felt like his sun. It was like night and day. He hadn’t felt anything quite like it.

Spike had heard Angel enter the room, smelt the anger flooding from him, radiating off of him like heat that threatened to consume, to burn. He felt something very distinct tickle in the back of his mind, a sharp pain stabbing at him to pull his attention, for a moment, Spike swore he felt his neck itch, but he was sure it was just his imagination getting the better of him. He felt himself distraction for only a moment, and he felt Samanthas distraction behind him, the way her lips paused against his, the way her hips fell to a stillness. He felt fear coming from her, and something else. Something dark that gnawed at his core and made him want to growl. He smelt her excitement, a fragment of anticipation flooding of her. He felt his cock glide into her a bit easier than before, his pathway more slick and lubricated.

More than that, he felt his cock pulsate in response and felt a bit ashamed at himself. This wasn’t a part of him that he liked to admit existed. It only took one roll of Sams hips before his mind had shattered and all those thoughts were nothing more than fragments littering the floor of his mind. He was fixated on her, she pulled his focus and he saw nothing else, felt nothing else. All that mattered was her, her pleasure, the warmth radiating from her cool flesh, it threatened to swallow him whole. He would be all too happily consumed.

He captured her mouth in a frantic kiss, the roll of his hips hard and rough against hers. He felt their bones and flesh and skin colliding with one another, and he turned her hips so he could thrust into her without the pain of bone against bone. The sounds of her pleasure got a rise out of him, and only made him that much adamant and making her cross over into that desperate darkness of climax. He let his head fall forward, forgetting anyone else in the room, anyone else in the world. His mouth was next to her ear, his labored breathes a cool breeze against her ear and neck. He grabbed her behind the knee with one of his hands while he put his weight on other hand planted on the couch next to her squirming body. He put all the strength he had behind his hips then, and he felt his cock breaking barriers inside of her, thrusting up into her womb, opening her up in ways she hadn’t been opened before. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but somehow he did, and it seemed very important, and erotic.
William Pratt: sam/spike strange loverailroadxspike on November 14th, 2012 01:14 pm (UTC)

It wasn’t long before he felt her body clamping down around him, her pussys muscles milking his cock for all it was worth, he felt something between a whimper and a groan at the back of his throat and he couldn’t stop it before it was falling past his lips. He felt his eyes cross at the intense pleasure that was suddenly spiking within him, starting at his groin and fanning out through his body, to every cell in his body, every pore. He knew nothing else, and in that moment he lost logic and reason and came with a hard, final thrust into Sams wanting and willing body.

It was only after he had managed to somehow pull himself out of her body that logic and reality became to slowly come back to him. It was like blood rushing back into a body part that had just fallen asleep, slow and almost painful as normality began to creep back into his body and his mind. Sam seemed to be in a sort of high, and Spike grabbed a throw that was on the back of the couch and covered her body while he pulled on his jeans, his attention finally turning toward Barbara and Angel who seemed locked in some silent frenzied fight. He felt that tickle in the back of his head again and a sickening stir in his core. He grabbed Barbara’s pants off the ground, and Sams shirt, he wiggled the clothes onto Sam as quickly as he could, his fingers frantic and desperate.

Half of him wanted to stick around, to see what was going to happen, and maybe even be a part of him, and another part of him was telling him to get away, and get away fast. He knew that if Angel truly wanted him or Sam around he’d stop them, Spike wasn’t sure he would fight Angel off. He felt very mixed feelings...He supposed it would all have to do with how Sam handled things, and what she wanted.

Nothing else really seemed to matter, only making her happy.