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Belladonnaroses
'And from pulling you down with me in here
I can almost hear you scream'
They walk back to the hotel in silence.
When they enter the door of their room, Buffy heads for their shower but he stops her. She doesn't turn to face him and he moves her to him slowly. He cups her face in his hands and he can see the tear tracks on her face and the ones threatening to spill over her eyes.
He kisses her softly and then he says fiercely against her lips, Don't listen to what that boy says.
She doesn't respond and her grips her harder and pulls her towards him, You're perfect. In every way. Everything about you is poetry.
She smiles and then leans forwards to kiss him, You're not a dead thing.
Her voice is just as fierce as his and he kisses her again and again and again. Their moans of pleasure fill the room and her eyes are closed as he kisses the base of her throat, the hollow of her neck, the space just between her breasts and her skin smells like cinnamon and vanilla. Her hands move over his back and shoulders and torso and soon they're on the bed and his mouth covers her body and her voice calls out his name while her hot hands wrap around him.
Skin on skin and they're both sweating as their sheets wrap around them and the head board bangs into the wall.
She's under him and around him and inside him and he's doing the same thing to her. They're panting and he's whispering against her neck, stay, don't listen to them, you're mine, mine, mine, mine, mine ...
And she answers, her voice low with passion and she whispers into his arms, Yes, yes, yes, yours, only yours, you're home, don't go, don't leave, you're home, so alive ...
And he's thrusting into her and they both fall over the edge, clinging to each other yelling the other's name as they go, and then she does the unthinkable and exposes her neck to him and he takes it.
Her skin, her blood, her sweat, all flood him and he can feel her convulse into her second orgasm of the night as he drinks her, and then, before he can take too much, he pulls away and licks the wounds clean. She's peaceful now and he whispers against the flesh of her neck, I love you.
There's silence for a while and then a whisper, so silent that they almost don't hear it, comes from her throat, I love you.
He squeezes her tightly and kisses her mouth tenderly, her arms and body open to him like a flower and they pass the afterglow in each other's bodies once again, and again and again into the long day.
I love you.
'Give me
One more medicated peaceful moment
One more medicated peaceful moment'
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