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Author's Name: Sarah Aless
Author's E-mail: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk
Title: Who's Afraid?
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:www.geocities.com/spikeaholic20, One Good Lay, StS, &
ww.vampires-kiss.net .Anyone else.....Put it where you like ;-) but
please tell me where it's going.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/B
Feedback: Yes please.....pretty please. Pretty pretty please.
Spoilers: Season 6 after Wrecked
Author's Notes / Summary: Spuffy smut, Spike, Buffy in an outfit and smut! That's about the size of it :D

Part 1
Buffy entered Spike's crypt very warily; feeling both nervous and already ridiculously aroused. She had no idea what he had planned. She'd come home from patrol to find a note on her pillow saying 'Come straight to my crypt when you get home. Don't shower!' The tone of the note left her in no doubt that Spike was feeling all masterful tonight. The thought had made her hornier than she already had been from the slaying. She'd scoffed a microwave burger then headed on out to the cemetery, her stomach in knots and her panties growing wetter with every step.

She looked around the crypt and noticed a red cloth covering something and a note perched on top of it. Checking all around as she went; in case Spike was about to pounce, she walked over to the pile and picked up the note. All it said was 'Put these on, braid your hair and come downstairs.' On closer examination Buffy realised that the pile was actually clothing, and it was clothing she recognised. Suddenly everything fell into place. She didn't know whether to giggle or be even more nervous.

Buffy donned the outfit quickly and did as the note instructed with her hair, then made her way down the ladder to Spike's underground bedroom. As she went down the ladder she prayed that Spike wouldn't have gone to the extreme of dressing in a corresponding outfit. She honestly didn't think she would be able to keep a straight face if he had. As she reached the bottom of the ladder she was struck by how dark it was down here. There were only one or two candles burning in the gloom of the subterranean cavern. Her slayer instincts were screaming 'trap' at her as she attempted to peer into the darkness outside the pools of light cast by the candles.

She heard a movement off to her left and as she spun round to face what she was sure was Spike she was completely taken by surprise. Spike pounced from behind, catching a braid in each hand he tugged her head back and growled in her ear "You shouldn't be wandering around in the dark little girl. Should you now?"

Buffy gasped and dropped the cape part of the outfit (which she'd opted for just carrying) as he pulled a little harder on her hair. "You should also answer the big bad wolf when he asks you a question little red riding hood." He growled again and Buffy's knees went a little weak as he licked her neck. Spike nipped at her neck with blunt teeth and growled again. Buffy gave up trying to work out when Spike had managed to find and steal the outfit she'd worn at Hallowe'en a couple of years ago as her mind hazed over with lust.

She needed to kiss him and desperately tried to free her braids so that she could turn and put her mouth on him. Spike however merely tightened his grip before using the braids to pull her head back even further and to the side; giving him better access to her arching neck. He grew rapidly more aroused as he watched her chest heaving beneath the red and white gingham and the dainty little pinafore. God but she was a vision in this outfit. Her increased blood pressure didn't help matters either as he noticed the vein in her neck throbbing and pulsing with her excitement. He licked up the vein to her ear, grasping the lobe between his teeth he pulled quite roughly.

Not only did Buffy's knees grow weak this time they actually buckled as he nipped the spot just behind her ear, knowing that this drove her wild in any even vaguely sexual situation. As she sank to her knees she was struck with the need to have Spike's cock in her mouth, and the sooner the better. It wasn't going to happen she realised as Spikes grip on her hair was as punishing as ever. She straightened her legs and locked her knees before bending forward quickly in an attempt to wrench the braids from Spike's grasp. It didn't work and she attempted to straighten up but Spike had decided he liked the position as he ground his hard cock against her ass and pussy. He walked her over to the bed in the same position grinding against her all the way and making her whimper with need. When they got there she braced her hands on the top of the bed as Spike finally let go and took a step back.

He was consumed with the need to plow his dick into her hard and fast and relentlessly as he surveyed the delicious sight before him. The skirt of the red and white gingham dress hadn't looked *overly* short when she was standing up, but now the gathering in the material made the bulk of it fall to the front. This meant the skirt didn't quite cover her ass and he had a tantalising glimpse of the white cotton panties she wore. The sight of the demure underwear (as if she'd read his mind when she dressed even though she'd had no idea about this) almost did for Spike. He growled again and moved to catch her hips and rip the panties off her.

The break in contact had given Buffy time to gather her senses and decide she wanted to play a little. She was acutely aware of how ready Spike was to ravage her from the feeling of his prick a moment ago. Moving quickly she shot round to the other side of the bed.

"Oy!" Spike yelled in protest "Come back here little red. I want to eat you!" He said waggling his eyebrows suggestively with the last words.

Buffy pouted at him and widened her eyes saying, in the best little girl voice she could muster, " Oh but I don't think I'd like to be eaten!"

Spike smirked and curled his tongue against the back of his teeth before saying "Now we both know that's a lie luv. Now be a good girl and get on the bed so I can start my feast." He moved to lunge round the foot of the bed but Buffy anticipated this and moved just as quickly. They now stood, he at the foot and she at the head of the bed, both panting and Buffy very flushed.

So, I have more planned, and it will be serious NC-17, no more of this R type nonsense but do you want it?
Please review so I know whether to keep going with this.

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