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My muse can't seem to keep away from rewritting episodes! Well...here she goes again. Just a little one shot! As always big thanks to beta extraordinaire... Sanityfair!


“So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn't seem like you knew each other that well. What did it take to pry apart the Slayer's dimpled knees?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Buffy retorted brusquely. Both adversaries stared at one another with mirrored expressions of shock.

Spike halted abruptly, her words instantly locating the primal epicenter of his brain. Pulses of unbridled lust tattooed through his tense body, settling deeply within his manhood. He felt his cock hardened and lengthened as these words offered forbidden promises of sheer ecstasy.

Spike’s golden gaze settled upon Buffy’s parted, bee-stung lips. He envisioned them wrapped around his cock. Deep growls reverberated from his chest as this vision flashed within his mind’s eye.

Despite the thoughts buzzing through each warrior’s mind, they remained physically paralyzed by lust, a stalemate of golden and green stares continued. Mirrored heaving chests, the only movement made.

Buffy continued to peruse his form, Spike’s demon receded. He felt the heat of her gaze burn him like the sun. His mind continued to churn with thoughts of hunger for her body and blood.

Shocking platinum locks adorned his head, mocking an angelic halo. Chiseled cheekbones resided under his almost perfect alabaster flesh. One couldn’t help but focus upon his full, enticing mouth.

Among all those that enticed her, the feature that remained to captivate her completely was his eyes. Fathomless ponds of cerulean were the gateway to his feelings. Each thought and expression appeared to transform the blue entirely, as if his eyes held a life of their own.

Two years ago, while devising a truce in her home, to fiercely protect his paramour Drusilla, his eyes were stormy azure. When playful, with words and actions, they were luminous sapphires. Last night, these sparkling gems were filled with mirth, when caught with a potential meal.

Their gazes remained locked, onyx pupils had devoured the cerulean irises, leaving only cusps of blue to remain. The abyss of darkness, despite the lack of color, contained swirls of desire and lust within its depths.

Foreign desire swamped Buffy’s mind and body sending tendrils of primitive lust throughout. Nipples hardened into hardened points pressing against the gossamer fabric donning her body. Instantly, her dampened core released her essence within the confines of her silken panties.

Spike’s demon flashed forward again. Her heady essence permeated his senses. With a possessive, lust-riddled roar, Spike stormed forward and grabbed Buffy. His fingers bit into the sensitive flesh of her upper arms. His golden gaze burned into hers.

“Slayer.” The only word uttered prior to a flurry of movements following.

Dual ravenous mouths sought one another. Lips, teeth and tongue battled for dominance. Serrated teeth nipped upon her hungrily, causing her Slayer to protest, but thrilled the woman that resided within.

Spike’s eager hands grasped for bare flesh, her clothing was yanked aside with fervor. His contradicting motions caused Buffy’s mind to swirl with an unbridled desire. Cool deft fingers grazed along her slightly exposed golden flesh at the base of her spine, igniting small shudders across her skin. His powerful grip fisted her flaxen tresses. Skilled mouth continued to feast upon hers.

Buffy’s fists gathered handfuls of leather as she attempted to steady herself, and her lust riddled mind. Without thought or words, Buffy leapt and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Leather clad arms supported her, which encircled under her pert ass. Sodden core met his impressive, imprisoned cock. Instantly, Buffy’s mouth tore from his, a shuddered mew poured from her sweetly battered lips.

Spike’s heated gaze beheld this tiny warrior in his arms. A myriad of feelings swirled within him, confusion, awe and rampant lust. The beast and man within screamed for him to possess this woman, completely.

Buffy extracted herself from Spike’s waist. His firm grip encircled her petite hand as she was pulled forward through campus. Buffy’s mind spun, all that filled her gaze was the flash of leather within the sun’s rays. Before words could form, they stood outside of Buffy’s room.

When her eyes widened at how he knew where she lived. Wordlessly he let her know by a tap to the side of his nose. His tongue snaked out from the confines of his blunt teeth. The talented muscle curled forward. Buffy’s heated gaze focused upon his mouth. Renewed moisture pooled within her panties.

Instantly, Spike’s gaze flashed golden once more, a growl rumbled from deep within his chest. Buffy’s gaze remained fixed as Spike reached past her body and clasped the doorknob. With a jerk, the knob gave beneath his grip. The door opened; Buffy entered, but Spike remained on the threshold. Her permission was needed for his entry. Upon a soft whisper of "Spike, please come in," suddenly, they were in the middle of the room. The sound of the door’s closure was drowned out by the sounds created by his mouth devouring hers.

Eager hands tore away her clothes. His greedy mouth continued its assault. The slayer inside screamed to fight. It screamed to push away this demon. The woman reveled at the lust she brought out in the man before her. Donned in only a white satin thong and bra, Buffy’s flesh rippled under his skillful hands.

Buffy mewed while his hands grazed her satin covered mounds. Her back arched, seeking his deft fingers which plucked the sensitive tips into sharp points. One hand continued its assault, the other trailed lower until it reached her hidden core. His fingers danced across the sodden fabric. Eagerly, Buffy shifted her hips seeking further friction.

Spike pulled his mouth from hers. Gasps of needed breath, poured from Buffy’s parted lips. His skilled mouth trailed down her pristine throat, placing nips and licks along the column. With his mouth upon her throat, hands upon her breast and core, Buffy started to buckle under the tactile assault.

Instantly, all touches stopped, she now felt weightless. Buffy's eyes fluttered as she attempted to focus. Her gaze settled upon his passion-filled eyes, trained upon her features. Spike tenderly placed Buffy upon her mattress, pulling away.

Slowly, he began to disrobe. His second skin slid silently down, exposing his muscular arms. Within an instant, his shirt followed.

Buffy laid upon her side, head propped by her hand, her hungry gaze and the sun's rays caressed flawless, alabaster flesh. His eyes remained trained upon Buffy, as he deftly released fastens on his jeans. Before he released the final button the belled head of his cock swelled forward and rested upon his lower abdomen.

Unconsciously, Buffy’s tongue sought her lips caressing them hungrily. With a slight tug, worn denims slid down his thighs. Buffy’s gaze followed the path to the floor. Unabashed by lust, her gaze raised and settled upon his cock.


When his mouth returned to hers, they feasted upon one another. Dual hands sought pleasure as they caressed one another’s flesh. While she sought needed breath, Spike discovered the smooth column of her throat once more. Blunt teeth bit upon her pulse point. While Buffy’s mewed, her hips raised seeking friction.

Teeth, mouth and tongue continued to descend, Spike feasted upon her clothed bosoms. Cool air flashed upon heated flesh, as Spike ripped the satin fabric from her breasts. Pert mounds spilled forward. They were met with eager hands and mouth.

Buffy’s hand grasped platinum locks, while he continued his assault. Rose-tipped nipples pebbled. Her head bowed with sheer pleasure. His mouth continued to descend lavishing attention upon her toned abdomen. Once he met the barrier of satin, his lust-filled gaze sought hers. His movements stilled, Buffy’s eyes sought Spike’s.

Bare, hungry eyes met her hazy ones. Moisture seeped from her womb, just from the mere sight of him. His eyelids fluttered as her heady essence pervaded his senses. In a flurry of motions, Buffy’s legs were placed upon his broad shoulders. Legs splayed. Core exposed.

With a quick flash of a feral grin, his mouth was upon her folds. Talented tongue lavished slow, tortuous ascending from the base of her opening to the top. The sharpened tip tapped several times upon her distended, swollen pearl.

Buffy’s thigh shook as pulses of pleasure radiated from her core. Her bee-stung lips framed in a silent ‘oh’ as he continued his ministrations. Spike’s mouth feasted upon her folds. His skilled fingers entered into play. First two, then a third finger entered into her heated core. Fingertips curled, tapped upon the spongy area of her G-spot. Instantaneously her climax tore through her body.

“Ah…oh god!” Buffy shrilled. Spike continued to capture her flowing essence until she was completely cleared of her heavenly spendings. Honey, sunshine, and pure power flowed down his throat.

Boneless legs slid from his shoulders, Spike shifted his position. Without another word, he buried himself completely within her molten core. Spike’s movements stilled as his demon flashed forward, as he was sheathed in liquid fire. Buffy’s eyes widened, upon his growl. Her hands wound into his bleached locks, pulling him forward. Her lips sought his. His hips began a tedious pace. Savoring one another, Spike’s demon receded.

Sliding slowly within her depths, their hips meeting; upon withdrawal, he would leave her womb almost completely, only the belled tip remaining sheathed. These tortuous movements continued until Buffy sought further friction. She met each thrust, fueling his movements to increase in pace.

In moments, once gentle thrusts became fevered. Nails scored down his back and embedded in the swell of his ass, urging his fervent movements. Tongue lavished attention upon each sharp bud of her nipples, as his cock piston within her womb. Upon each downward stroke, her clit was stroked causing her core to clench.

“Bloody hell…that’s it kitten…just like that! Strangle my cock!” Spike roared, while her inner walls squeezed him.

Buffy’s orgasm built within her womb. First slowly, now it grew with leaps and bounds. Her mind screamed words that could not be formed upon her lips… “Just a little more…”

As if he was within her mind, Spike latched his blunt teeth upon the column of her throat, just above the skin that housed her pulse. Instantly, she fell, head first into the abyss of sheer ecstasy. Inner walls clenched and rippled. Spike’s eyes rolled as her internal muscles bestowed embraces of liquid fire upon his tepid flesh. His hips stilled briefly. Her core clutched him tightly.

Upon the crest of her orgasm, Spike shifted their positions. Buffy sat astride hips. This new position caused Buffy’s climax to be prolonged. Spike skillfully pressing his thumb to her swollen nub. He reveled with the sensations of her spendings, coating him completely. Her motions stilled briefly, as she descended from her pinnacle of bliss.

“Yes…” A throaty moan, spilled from her parted lips. Spike shifted his hips to encourage her movements. Upon his silent directions, methodical circular rotation of her hips caused a deep rumble to emit from his chest.

Spike’s gaze remained transfixed upon the golden goddess upon him. Toned thighs flexing upon each motion, taut abdomen shuddered. Her clit was caressed with every swirl. Back bowed. Firm mounds adorn with sensitive tips begged to be sampled. Features filled with sheer ecstasy; pouty lips pursed, lids half-mast, head back, column of throat exposed, long golden tresses caressing him. Effulgent.

Spike’s fingers nestled firmly into her flesh. His hips bucked, to entice her movements. Buffy’s head snapped forward. Her nails dug into his chest as she in turn, change her ministrations. The once slow pace of her hips became a steady gallop as she sought another climax. Spike’s deep baritone voice urged her further,

“That’s it…ride the Spike!” Words that would normally infuriate her, caused her womb to clench with lust. Mews and soft chants of pleasure fell from her lips as she continued her brutal pace.

Spike could feel his climax approaching, heavy sac tightening, fangs descending. He teetered upon the brink of the abyss, Spike’s upper body jack-knifed, clutching Buffy in the cage of his arms and buried his fangs in her throat.

A scream tore from Buffy’s mouth, while she fell into the chasm of ecstasy. Every molecule of her body was on sensory overload. Spike’s undead seed spurted within her heated, shuddering core. Her blood flowed from her veins into her lover’s mouth. Womb continued to pulsate with her own climax. Then all went dark.

Spike felt Buffy’s form become limp as he tenderly extracted his fangs from her throat. He shifted their bodies, so she was tucked into his side, head pillowed upon his chest. With gentle caresses, he stroked her golden mane and placed chaste kisses upon her crown. Spike knew that she was alive and safe. The soft tattoo of her heart and the soft puffs of warm air upon his flesh, told him so.

“Bloody pillocks! Fools to believe one taste, one touch would ever be enough. Angel…took her maidenhead, but never showed her the pleasures of the flesh. Angelus knew. For a woman to make a man lose his soul, from only one night of passion, was a woman that would burn him forever. Parker…well…enough said,”

Spike inwardly ranted, as he pulled her sleeping form tighter within his embrace. Instinctually, Buffy nestled her face deeper within his arms.

He watched as the sun’s rays danced across her naked flesh. His fingertips traced the sun’s path, reveling that he now could see his long forgotten sun. Spike’s mind contemplated all that had transpired. He knew, with one taste, he was addicted to her. He would never want another.

Countless moments passed as Spike forged a plan in his mind. With a final kiss upon her crown, he extracted his body from hers. Her brow furrowed slightly, as if she knew, even in slumber, something was amiss. Dressing quickly, Spike placed a soft kiss upon her lips and left.

The shrill of the telephone awoke Buffy from her deep, peaceful slumber. She blindly reached out for the phone. After the third attempt, her hand found the receiver. With a groggy “hello”, she greeted the person on the line.

“Oh my goddess Buffy! We have been looking everywhere for you! We found Xander passed out on campus, and you were nowhere to be found! He has a slight concussion, so he can’t remember what happened. What happened? Are you alright? Why are you back at the dorm? Did you find Spike?” Willow’s questioned continued to fire into the receiver. Once Spike’s name filled her mind, Buffy stopped listening.

Her heart sank. She noticed that she was alone, again. Holding her tears at bay, Buffy spoke,

“Will…Willow. Look, I’m fine. I just ran into Parker, and I was really upset. I needed to get away for sometime. I fell asleep. Don’t worry about Spike. I’ll take care of him.” Buffy’s last words were mere whispers.

“Do you need me to come there?” Willow asked.

“No, no I’m fine, stay with Xander. I’ll be there shortly,” Buffy sighed. Before Willow could respond, she disconnected the call.

Twilight filled the room, as Buffy’s eyes filled with tears. Her mind screamed but one word…“Why?”

Buffy ripped the sheets from her naked form. She stalked towards the closet to pull her robe from the hanger. With fierce motions, she placed the fabric upon her still sensitive body. Her mind started to replay the time with Spike; each caress, each word. Renewed tears flowed. Angrily, she shook her head in an attempt to dislodge these thoughts. Reaching for her toiletries, Buffy’s hand stilled as she spied something on her bureau.

Upon a weathered sheet of stationary, laid a single long-stem, red rose. Buffy’s hand plucked the flower from its home and placed it under her nose. The silky petals caressed her flesh. The sweet perfume filled her nose. Careful of the thorns, Buffy clasped the rose, as she picked up the note. Graceful calligraphy adorned the page. Only one line was present, but with each word caused a new tear to flow,

The rays of the sun cannot compare to the warmth found within your arms.

William


Buffy reread each word over until each letter burned upon her mind. With a genuine smile of content, Buffy headed towards the showers. She entered into the deluge of hot water, her mind questioned two things… “Angel and Parker, who?”


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