Don't Even Touch Us

by Sarah Aless

Copyright © 2003

give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine *big sigh* Joss and Mutant Enemy own them I'm just having fun...and wishing and definitely not making any money.
Distribution: Sarah's Site: www.geocities.com/spikeaholic20
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Feedback: Yes please, pretty please.
Spoilers: Season 7
Pairing: Buffy/Spike

It had been about 10 minutes since Buffy and Spike had settled down on the cot to sleep. Spike had an arm round her waist and seemed to be at least drifting off, if not quite asleep yet. Buffy on the other hand was wide-awake. Tomorrow was going to be the biggest battle of her life. She was amused by the fact that despite the impending war she was awake because of Spike and Angel. Her mind was racing over everything that had happened tonight. She was certain she'd made the right decision in sending Angel away. She was slowly admitting to herself that she actually loved Spike. She hadn't wanted to hurt Angel, so she had hinted, maybe a little unfairly that in the distant future, he might be the one. She knew herself it was a lie but looking death in the face as she was right now it had felt better to send Angel away on a happy thought.

Her whirring mind having been quieted on the Angel front it now went about racing over her conversation with Spike. Although she'd never tell him this, because it'd just be encouraging him, she found it ridiculously sweet that Spike was so jealous. She'd even had internal hysterical laughter at the picture of Angel on Spike's punch bag. She was just glad he hadn't gone off at the deep end and took off or decided he was after revenge. He'd changed so much since the first time they'd met, his sticking around when she needed him just reinforced this to her. The phrase that kept popping up in her mind from the earlier conversation, however was 'you've got Angel breath'. She wanted Spike breath right now, but Spike had seemed perfectly content for another night like the one they had shared in the abandoned house during her enforced exile. She hadn't wanted to push it, for once Spike was legitimately in the right. She had snogged her ex.

Lying there with Spike curled up behind her though just led her to naughty places in her minds eye. Slowly she turned over trying not to disturb him too much......yet. Spike was giving a good impersonation of a sleepy vamp but was actually wide-awake behind his closed lids. He used all his might to suppress a smile when he felt Buffy turning to face him. Buffy very gently ran her hands from his navel up his chest and over his nipples. Checking his face and finding no sign of imminent wakefulness she leaned her head down and circled each nipple in turn gently with the very tip of her tongue. Pulling her head back a little she blew on his left nipple. Changing the way her lips were pursed she alternated between cold and warm air. When she repeated the action Spike had to open his eyes. "Buffy luv, what are you doing?" He asked raising an eyebrow. She smiled up at him "Shhhh" she said placing a finger over his lips. "Just trying something out. If you're a good little vampire and do as you're told you might even enjoy it."

Spike simply nodded a rakish grin spreading across his face. He'd hoped against hope that Buffy would make a move but he hadn't been about to do it himself. He didn't want her to think that's all he wanted and the night he had just held her had been a one-off. He'd decided to let her make a move if she wanted to.

At his nod, Buffy smiled and pulled herself up to his mouth. She placed a chaste kiss there with closed lips. Spike tangled a hand in her hair pulling her head back to him for a proper kiss. Buffy shook her head, reaching back and gently unclasping his fingers from her hair. "Not yet Spikey" she grinned. "You said I had Angel breath. I'm going to prove that no matter what you think my breath is 'tainted' with, you still want it." Spike was confused. He didn't want her breath he wanted her tongue in his mouth and other places right now. "Just let me do this Spike" she said "You'll like it."

As she spoke Buffy pushed him back down onto his back and straddled him. She leaned down until her lips were inches from his mouth and blew lightly on them. Then she moved to his earlobe. She licked the lobe and the spot just behind it then repeated the action of hot and cold blowing. When she moved down to his throat she playfully bit gently as she wet the skin before blowing again. Spike squirmed and moved to grab her for a kiss again. "Spike, I don't want to have to tie you up but I will if you don't play nice." Buffy said in a semi-serious tone.

"I just want to kiss you Buffy," Spike said in what was almost a whine.

"But I have Angel breath!" Buffy said in mock surprise. "Maybe your ready to take that back. Or admit that you want me so much that you don't care about it."

Spike saw her game now but he wasn't about to say the fact she kissed Angel paled into insignificance next to his need for her. He stubbornly closed his mouth. Buffy wiggled her hips, consciously rubbing herself against his burgeoning erection. Spike bit back a groan and glared at her. Buffy giggled and went back to her task. She made her way along both shoulders with the licking, occasional biting and sensual blowing. When she reached his nipples she used one hand to rub and massage his chest and other nipple as she continued the torture with her mouth. When she was on the second nipple she slipped her hand down to the now considerable bulge in Spike's pants.

"Well, what have we here" she said amused.

Spike did nothing but groan.

"Feels a bit full in here" she said stroking his erection, "Maybe we should loosen your pants, give you a bit of room." As she spoke she popped the buttons on his fly. His cock sprang up from its prison and Buffy sat back on his legs looking at it with a grin on her face. "Maybe you don't find my breath so disgusting after all"

Spike refused to answer on the grounds that if he stopped concentrating he would give in to his urge to flip her over and pound her into the mattress.

Buffy smiled and sucked her finger into her mouth seductively looking him in the eye. She opened her mouth a little so he could see her tongue swirling round it. Then she placed it in the middle of his chest and slowly drew it down. Leaning forward again purposefully brushing against his hard-on a little she followed her finger, her lips hovering, almost touching his skin. She wasn't even blowing just breathing heavily and hotly on his wet skin. As she got closer to his cock she felt his body tense. She took her finger away but continued moving her mouth down. When her mouth was hovering over the head of his dick her hot breath tormenting him she looked up. "Ready to admit that we want each other so much that whatever is on my breath doesn't even touch us she said."

Spike stayed silent. He couldn't forget the kiss no matter how much Buffy said it meant nothing and that there weren't even any tongues involved. Not even to get her to put her hot little mouth where he so desperately wanted it now.

"Oh well." Buffy shrugged when he didn't reply. Moving right off him she lay back down on her bit of the cot. Closing her eyes she smiled and said innocently "Night Spike".

Spike caved when he realized she really wasn't going to finish what she'd started. "Ok. You win for now Slayer" he forced out. "I believe it meant nothing but we WILL have words about this."

Buffy grinned and turning over said "Good boy". She took his dick all the way into her mouth in one swift motion. "Unnngggh" Spike ground out as she slipped it back out and pulling the foreskin back proceeded to lick the head with the tip of her tongue. Taking him in again she grinned up at him wickedly. Spike lost it and thrust up into her mouth. Because of her teasing he was ridiculously close to coming. He let her continue for a few more strokes then gently lifted her head away from his aching member. Buffy looked confused. Spike lay her down next to him and hurriedly pulled her pants off her. "I want to be inside you with my mouth on yours when I come." He explained as he urged her back on top of him.

Buffy positioned herself and let just the very tip of his cock into her moist entrance. Spike grinned at her "I think we've had enough of that you little cock-tease" he said. Buffy grinned and took him all the way into her. Moving slowly on him she leant down to kiss him. When they're mouths met and opened it was like they both exploded. Buffy began to move faster until Spike flipped them so he was on top. Never breaking the contact between their mouths he thrust hard and fast, a hand moving between them to rub at Buffy's swollen clit.

Gasping into each other's mouths they rode each other to a bed-squeaking, window-rattling climax. Buffy screaming into his mouth as she came sending Spike over the edge. As they collapsed breathless and finally stopped kissing a sly smile spread across Spike's face.

"What's so funny?" Buffy asked brushing his cheek with the back of her hand.

"You don't taste of Angel at all luv" he smiled.

"Well I just had your cock in my mouth," she grinned "I should hope I don't."

"Promise me, if we get through tomorrow that you'll only ever taste of me."

"I promise" Buffy said "You taste so good anyway, the pleasure will be all mine. Oh and obviously yours if you're good."

The End