|The Walls Came Crumbling Down
Author: Richess PM
Buffy's POV during THE ending 'Smashed' scene. Seaon six spoilery fic.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 516 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 12-05-01 - id: 483794
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Author: Richess a.k.a. A.N.H. Richards
Summary: Buffy's POV during the bumpy grindy ending "events" of Smashed.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Joss and Co.
Distribution: Are you sic? You to want this?
Notes: I have never done a Buffy pov before and don't worry I know it sucks. Thanks to Python Chick for betaing (she's an absolute doll). To my other hunnies, luv y'all.
"I wasn't planning on hurting youmuch."
"You haven't even come close to hurting me."
"Afraid to give me the chance?" he smirked.
That feeling of throwing him up against the wall is empowering, but he just had to start again.
"Afraid I'm gonna"
SHUT UP!!! God, he talks too much. So, I shut him up.
I kiss him with an infuriating passion. A part of me screams out in protest as my fist goes through the plaster.
His mouth on mine is maddening and consuming. It feels good. It feels right. He spins me around taking control and for one brief moment I want him to be in control. I want someone to make me let go and for so long I knew that only he could make me does this. Only he could turn anger to desire.
Suddenly we are moving, I want the control back. I want him to know that this is my decision. He looks shocked. But, god, he looks hot. Those brief seconds apart are too much for me to handle as I slam my mouth back against his. I feel him holding me, pawing, touching, feeling. I know that I want this to happen. I shouldn't, but I do.
I knew from the moment I heard his voice on the phone that tonight was the night.
The foreplay wasn't exactly what I had in mind but the rest I knew was certainly going to happen.
My mind is on automatic pilot, as my hand reaches down, and definitely knows that there is no going back.
I don't want to go back.
The look of shock on his face is priceless. He can't believe that I am actually doing this; that this is about to happen. I slide around him like butter around a hot knife. As I begin to move, every fibre in me is on fire as he takes control again, slamming me into the beam. And into me, literally.
I have never felt this free in my life. I don't care anymore; I am tired of the walls crumbling around me. I just want to feel. I want passion. I want heat. I want him. I want Spike.
Everything is falling down around me, except him. I can't hold on anymore. I feel us falling. Sailing to heights I have never known, this is not to feel like this. But this. This moment with him is the only heaven that I could ever know on this earth.