There was something about summer that always seemed to bring about a lull in demon-y action in Sunnydale. Buffy wasn’t sure why that was. Maybe the demons and vampires decided to vacation somewhere less… sunshine-y during California’s hot and sunny summer months.
This year the summer had been even deader than most, although not in the literal sense thankfully. The cemeteries were particularly quiet that night as the Slayer rounded rows of headstones hoping for some evil nasty to jump out so that she could vent some of her pent up irritation. Buffy sighed at the lack of action. She was bored and she really needed to kill something. It wasn’t that she was frustrated…it was just that she craved the hunt. She was a Slayer, so it was in her blood.
And okay, maybe she was a teeny tiny bit frustrated too.
Well, of course she was frustrated! There were only two things that could really relieve the frustrations of a Slayer. One of those things was slaying and clearly there wasn’t a lot happening in that department.
And the other? Well, as her sister-Slayer, Faith, had once pointed out, the other thing was sex. Raunchy, hot, unrestrained sex that dripped with passion as thoroughly as it dripped with sweat. That rough, no holds barred sex was what really satisfied a Slayer but unfortunately, Buffy was never able to let loose when it came to her bedroom activities.
For the past several months Buffy had been dating Riley Finn. She’d thrown herself into a relationship with the commando not longer after Willow’s spell. He’d been a glimmer of normality in a screwed up world and she clung to him like barnacles to the bottom a boat. Despite his unsavory connections to the Initiative, he’d come across as a nice guy, sweet and steady, without any of the bad-boy tendencies that she knew she had to avoid. Maybe it wasn’t love, but he gave her what she thought she’d always wanted…a little taste of normal. However, sometimes the taste of normal wasn’t exactly the sweetest thing.
Although the guy was an attentive boyfriend, letting her inner sex-kitten out to play with a human wasn’t something she was able to do without injuring said human. Sure, the sex with her boyfriend, Riley, was nice. But juxtaposing ‘nice’ and ‘sex’ in the same sentence is usually a recipe for disaster.
Buffy wanted more than nice: she wanted ‘mind-blowing.’ And she’d only been on the receiving end of a mind-blowing fuck one time before. However, that little dalliance was something that she studiously avoided thinking about, because it could only result in things that would be seriously of the bad.
If she allowed herself to dwell on her night of passion with Spike, she feared it would unleash something within her. A something that should most definitely be kept leashed.
And so those kind of thoughts were solely kept to the dead of night when she was alone and horny in bed. Reaching down with nimble fingers between her thighs to her sopping wet center as her mind curled and swayed with memories of her night in paradise relieved some of the pressure.
But after every climax it was like she was refilled with uninhibited lust immediately and when she finally drifted off to sleep those same thoughts danced through her subconscious. Alas, they had been leaking through to the daylight hours too recently.
It crept on her unexpectedly, in the shower, out on patrol, even when she was sharing pizza with her friends. A tightening of her stomach, puckering of her nipples, and the moistening of her panties would follow when the image of him pounding away inside of her flitted through her brain. In some ways it was as if she had no control over it, like the passion she’d shared with Spike was a conscious entity that could live and breathe. Live and breathe and control her.
The rush of wanting and desire that would flood through her senses so often was almost unbearable. She could close her eyes and picture the way he felt when he was thrusting relentlessly into the hot cavern of her center. She could smell the earth scent that lingered on his neck when she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder as they came together in unadulterated passion. A part of her wanted to jump him, pin him down, and relive their time during the Will Be Done spell. But if she did, she wasn’t sure it would be an addiction she could ever break.
Because she couldn’t break the addiction to dwelling on thoughts of him.
However, she was still able to temper those thoughts to some extent with the memories of a certain blond vampire’s recent betrayal. It stung that Spike had banded together with Adam to try and break up the Scoobies, just so he could be free of his chip. She knew he would love to be unleashed again, but she did believe after all the help that she and her friends had given him, he might not side with the baddies.
Oh who was she kidding?
Of course he was going to side with the bad guys. He was still evil. No matter how much spell-induced sweet nothings haunted her, he was a soulless vampire and therefore definitely not of the trustworthy. She had to keep reminding herself of that fact otherwise she would let her guard down.
And when she let her guard down around vampires people died.
She’d seen that for herself more than once.
However, since he was caught in the act of betraying them, he’d been somewhat trying to make amends for what he’d done. The vampire had taken to joining her on patrol several nights a week. She was surprised that he took such sincere pleasure in killing his own kind, but he was a demon and demons didn’t have the same scruples that souled beings possessed. At least that was what experience had always taught her.
Buffy didn’t trust him as far as Xander could throw him, but sometimes it was nice to have an equally strong supernatural being out on patrol with her. Although patrolling with her friends was fun, she always felt like she had to babysit them in case they bit off more than they could chew in the demon stakes.
And it wasn’t just that he was strong and a good fighter that made her enjoy his presence on patrol sometimes. It was also that he was able to banter with her like a true champ. Buffy hadn’t found that kind of symbiosis with anyone else in her life. Not her Watcher, or friends, or Riley. Hell not even with Angel. It was a weird thing to think that only her mortal enemy could provide that essential dichotomy for her.
Buffy was so lost in her reflections that she didn’t even sense the fledgling that was crawling out of its grave in back of her. Her first awareness that it was there was when it clawed at the back of her coat and yanked her down to the ground.
With incomparable reflexes Buffy kicked him off of her and leaped to her feet. She poised her body in fighting position and delivered a sharp round kick to the vampire’s midsection. Although he stumbled it didn’t fell him. Like a wild animal the vampire bayed and growled at the Slayer. He was clearly chomping at the bit to chomp at her neck and once again launched an attack.
However, it wasn’t Growly that ended up striking her but a very different vampire.
She didn’t see him approaching so it was a shock to the system when the peroxide blond vamp went sailing into her, sending the pair of them flying into an open grave. He landed on top of her, pressed against her hot little body in the most inappropriate of manners.
He stayed on top of her, his body pinning her to the bottom of the open grave in which they were lying, without making any effort to move.
“What the hell are you doing, Spike?” Buffy demanded with a scowl marring her face.
“Could ask you the same thing, pet,” Spike replied testily. “You’re the one who’s in my bloody backyard.”
“I don’t mean that!” she sighed desperately ignoring the protrusive bulge that was digging into her hip. “I mean, why are you on top of me?”
Spike smirked. Buffy could see his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight and she felt the urge to growl at him. “If you’d prefer to be the one on top…” he said suggestively grinding the bulge in his pants against her with vigor. “Well, you know I love a lady who likes to take control.”
“Spike!” Buffy snarled in a manner that would put even a vampire to shame.
“I was saving you, pet. That newborn git looked like he was about to tear your head off. I’m a hero really,” he finally said. “Ready to give me my reward?”
Suddenly all the reasons why she hated Spike swept over her like a tidal wave and she used the full force of her Slayer strength to push him off. Buffy clambered out of the hole in the ground and brushed the dirt off her new outfit, sighing as she realized that as a Slayer, she would never be able to keep her clothes nice for long.
However, the dirt covered fledgling vampire had not quite given up on his quest for dinner, and came barreling into her once again.
“Don’t you creatures know when you’re beat?” she asked through gritted teeth, punching the chubby vamp in the stomach.
He flew back and she surged forward, ready to plunge a stake into him when he dissolved into dust. Spike appeared through the fog of what used to be chubby-vamp and she glowered at him.
“You just stole my slay,” she pouted, stomping her foot on the ground like a child.
“I was helping out,” he defended. “Your heartfelt gratitude would go far.”
Buffy raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow.
“I expect I’ll be getting that anytime soon, Slayer,” Spike sighed.
“Keep on waiting, Vampire.” She suddenly remembered his proximity and sighed, turning her face away from his invasive gaze. “And for the record, I didn’t need you to save me. I never need you, Spike. Ever.”
Spike deftly concealed the pain that her words evoked and swiftly changed the subject. “So what you doing here, love?” he asked, openly admiring her slender form.
Still annoyed by his actions, she glared at him. “I’m patrolling. Slayer here, remember?” She twirled her stake for effect. “Or if you forgot, I can always give you a little reminder.”
“There’s other things about you I’d much rather have a little reminder about if you’re offering, Slayer,” he responded, cupping the protuberance in his pants. “Smelled like you were enjoying it a minute ago.”
He lit a cigarette and leered at her with a raised eyebrow. Buffy hoped and prayed that he couldn’t detect the way her heartbeat starting racing at that gesture. It brought back a flood of memories of the Night That Shall Not Be Mentioned.
Or as Spike seemed to think of it: The Night That Shall Be Sneakily Referenced Whenever Possible. Ever since it happened Spike tried to work it into any of the awkward conversations that they shared. There weren’t a lot of conversations, mostly because Buffy avoided seeing him at all costs when it was possible, but sometimes it seemed like Spike just popped up everywhere. She briefly considered the fact that he might actually be stalking her just to torment her with the forbidden memories of that passion-filled night.
Maybe she should have taken Willow up on the offer of a forgetting spell.
The worst thing was that it would be so easy to just give in to the crackling sexual tension that hung between them. That way she could finally satisfy her burning sexual cravings with someone other than her own right hand.
It didn’t matter that they hated each other…or strongly disliked each other at best. Okay, maybe even that was a little bit too strong. Maybe causal indifference was a better way of putting it. Although, Buffy wasn’t sure she felt indifferent toward the vamp. She had strong feelings, but she couldn’t quite identify them. Nevertheless, she was sure that one good fuck would surely relieve all of her tension and a tamed vampire was much better than a vibrator for that kind of thing.
But that would be wrong! Aside from the fact that she had a loving boyfriend, having sex with a dead thing is never the right thing to do.
Ever.
No matter how sexy he looked in leather it didn’t make those carnal desires right. But boy, did he look sexy that evening. With mussed hair and slightly shuttered eyes, he looked like a fallen angel.
A very evil and snarky fallen angel.
However, seeing as jumping his bones wasn’t a viable option, Buffy decided to choose her favorite way of avoiding the sexual tension that had developed between her and Spike.
Be aggressive and rude.
Planting her hands firmly on her hips she glared at him with her patented Summers’ glare. “You’re a pig, Spike. I’m not offering anything to you. Not ever,” she said firmly. “You can keep dreaming though. In fact why don’t you head on back to your dank hole for one of those dreamy naps and I can finish up my job in peace.”
“Don’t think so, Slayer. I’m staying out here. Need a spot of violence tonight.”
“Why don’t you go to Willie’s and beat on some demons there?” Buffy growled, growing frustrated that he wouldn’t just give up and leave already. Damn vamp was sticking to her like red on blood.
“Hmm, I could bugger off to Willies but I’d rather stick it out with you right here. Because I love helping people so much,” he responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. At her glower he laughed. “What? I can’t be nice? I love saving Christmas and puppies and babies and all that jazz.”
“I thought you eat babies, not save them. Or at least you did before you were neutered,” Buffy retorted harshly.
“Eating babies is more your ex-honey’s bag, pet. Always had himself a yen for young, juicy meat,” Spike smirked. “Ponce liked to torture them first though, usually in front of their folks. Then he and Darla would fuck on top of their corpses. Good times.”
He sighed wistfully and lit a cigarette but it dropped from his hand when he found his back smashed against a nearby crypt door and a hand wrapped around his throat.
“I swear to God, Spike, you must have a death wish,” Buffy hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes were shooting daggers at him and for a moment he wondered if he’d really pushed her too far this time. “Do you think I wanna hear that crap? Are you that dumb?”
Instead of cowering, Spike choked out a mocking laugh that made Buffy want to tear his head off. The only thing that stopped her from taking such drastic action was that she knew his words were the truth.
Buffy often tried to forget what her first love had been, but in truth he had been a murderer, a vicious soulless killer. Well, it was actually Angelus and not Angel that was the murderer. But Angelus was a part of Angel, no matter how profusely she rejected that fact in the cold light of day.
“Can’t handle the truth, pet?” he asked snidely, smirking nastily at her.
She thrust the blond away from her, throwing him one more contemptuous glare before starting to walk away.
“Quitting on me already, Slayer?” he asked, following after her. “Bit of a poor show.” The bleached haired vamp rubbed his abused throat absently as he studied her tense form.
“I’m not quitting but I don’t have any more time to waste on a useless, impotent vampire. Got better things to do,” she called over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks when the vampire in question rounded on her.
“Oh, come now, pet,” he drawled in a low baritone. “We both know that I’m anything but impotent. Remember?”
In spite of the heat that filled her tummy at the memory she scoffed meanly. “Not really,” she lied. “You were pretty forgettable.”
Spike growled menacingly, continuing to block her path. “Slayer! I made you scream and cry and beg that night. Don’t pretend that it wasn’t the best bloody shag you ever had. Don’t imagine Captain Cardboard can keep it up like that. Actually I can’t imagine his pin-dick can do much to please your sweet cunny at all.”
Anger flared as Spike’s words mimicked her own earlier thoughts and she rolled her eyes at him. “Riley does just fine. He knows how to get to all those hard to reach places, thank you very much.”
Spike snorted at her words but didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t sure why but it niggled at him to think of the Slayer bedding a loser like Riley Finn. He knew from firsthand experience that she was a raw mass of untamed sexual energy, and he didn’t believe that a useless moron like Finn could keep up with her.
It wasn’t jealousy though. Or at least that’s what he was telling himself. He just didn’t want someone other than himself to be privy to the wonders of the Slayer’s body. He’d had the ride of his life when the supernatural pair had been under the influence of Willow’s little spell and a large part of him wanted to experience it again. In fact, the part of him that he liked to think of as very large was often the dominant thinker for Spike.
Realizing she wouldn’t be inviting him back between her lily white sheets any time soon, he glared at her again, his demeanor shifting. Blue eyes grew icy when they met her green ones. “Well, if you’re so loved up, why don’t you bugger off back to Missing Link?”
“Do you have to call him that?”
“Call it as I see it. The boy’s as thick as two short planks, Goldilocks.”
“Okay, I don’t even know what that means,” Buffy sighed. “But it sounds insult-y and you don’t get to insult Riley.”
“It doesn’t matter what it means,” Spike hissed. “All that matters is that you’ll never have it as good with anyone, living or dead, as you did with me.”
“But that’s just it, Spike. You’re not good.”
She met his eyes, an unidentifiable sorrow lacing her gaze. He knew she was no longer talking about his prowess in bed. But there was nothing he could do to change his nature. Even his attraction to the Slayer wouldn’t magically reform him into a White Hat. Green eyes implored him to understand her position and although he wanted to beat some sense into her he just stood by like the impotent moron she’d accused him of being.
When she turned on her heel and began to depart from Restfield he didn’t try to stop her.
He knew there was nothing else to say.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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