Here we go, once again...
One Year Later
The set was elaborate, made to look like a real living room, like a real home. The audience were sat only a few metres away with enough room for cameras and lighting equipment in between. The host of the show, Lilah Morgan was grinning at the pair in a way that made Buffy uncomfortable. Her smile seemed cold and calculated, only warming when aimed in Spike’s direction.
He seemed to notice Buffy’s discomfort and looked over at her, reaching out for her hand.
Yes, they were dating – had been for almost a year.
After that night in the tour bus there’d been no turning back. Even when they’d tried to stay away from each other, they’d failed. It hadn’t been long before the others had found out.
One night they’d carelessly thrown each other into Spike’s hotel room and began humping and kissing as soon as they’d found the sofa.
Neither had noticed Xander standing wide-eyed in the kitchen.
After that, they admitted it to the rest of the band. Angel had been amazingly happy for the pair – or amazingly relieved that all their fighting was over - while Oz just nodded, remaining stoic. Fan reactions to the news had been varied, some people detesting the idea, and others loving it. Some fans even wrote stories online, fan fiction they called it, about the couple’s sex life.
Buffy had to admit, some of it was fascinating.
Needless to say, they kept up the banter onstage, always winding the other up or throwing sarcastic remarks. It made for a great sex life. Sometimes if Spike thought the gig went well, he’d make love to her leisurely in celebration, sometimes torturously slow. Other times if he thought the set went bad, or was just plain annoyed at something she’d said, he’d take her hard and fast, pretending to have little regard for her at all. Biting, squeezing, playing rough…until time for sleep, when he’d cuddle up to her once more, kissing and caressing as she drifted to sleep with a smile on her face.
Someone yelled something at the three people on the false sofa, and suddenly the theme-music of the show came blurring on around them.
Spike had to force himself not to wince, while Lilah seemed unfazed by it. As the music came to a stop, she gave her queue-cards a quick shuffle, before looking up into the camera.
“Hi everyone, and welcome back to the Lilah Morgan show. If you’ve only just tuned in then you missed out on a great interview with movie star Scott Hope, but don’t worry, we have much more still to come.” She paused, and the camera moved to a wider shot.
Spike hated live shows, always having to look out for the red light on top of the camera so he knew where to look. Buffy had only giggled at him when he expressed his annoyance to her backstage.
“Right now,” Lilah continued “I’m joined by band-mates and hot couple, Buffy and Spike. The pair of course, famously started their fame battling with each other, and duelling onstage and off, only to shock America by announcing their relationship.” She then paused and raised a brow into the camera before turning to the couple. “Hello guys, it was nice of you to join us today.”
Spike only nodded, while Buffy smiled. “Our pleasure.”
Lilah nodded, “So...how is life right now?”
Spike again prepared to stay quiet, but Buffy looked at him expectantly with a ‘don’t you dare leave all this to me’ look in her eyes. Sighing, the bleached blonde sat forward and smiled, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Life is great. Life as a band is great, and life as a couple is definitely great. We’ve been really busy lately, so it’s nice to have some time just for ourselves and each other.”
The hostess smiled falsely, nodding at the pair. She was famous for her direct questions and straight-to-the-point methods, so neither Buffy nor Spike was surprised when she leaned closer to them and said in a hushed tone, “So…is it true that you’re engaged?”
Buffy looked over at Spike, who was still holding her hand, gently stroking her empty ring finger. She was about to reply that it certainly didn’t look as if they were engaged, but Spike instead turned on the charm and grinned.
“Do you want us to be?” he questioned the interviewer, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.
This caused the interviewer to laugh, and Spike shrugged. “We both feel that we’ve reached an important part of our relationship, but I’m not sure that marriage is on the cards for us just yet. We lead such hectic lives as it is.”
The cameras went to a shot of Buffy, who smiled over at her boyfriend. “Yeah, I mean…I don’t want to bitch and moan, but the life that we lead really is time-consuming and energy-draining. It’s nice to have someone there at the end of the day who shares it all with you, you know?”
Lilah nodded.
“At the end of the shows and tours, I just want to fall into bed and sleep for months, and in Spike, I finally found someone who knows exactly what I mean. I’ve had ex-boyfriends who pushed and pushed to gain attention from me that I just didn’t have the time to give them.”
Spike smiled over at Buffy, then at Lilah, then at the audience. “Yeah, it’s nice to be with each other even when we’re working.”
This got Lilah’s interest again, and she ‘hmmm-ed’. “Yes, but doesn’t that cause tension at home? They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I’d image that too much time together would be quite the relationship killer.”
It was a cheeky smile that Spike served her with when he answered, “We find ways to keep the relationship…interesting.”
Buffy nodded. “Yep…so, there’s no marriage on the cards for us right now, we’re just enjoying our time together.”
One last question from the hostess before they were to be ushered back into a limo and back to their hotel-suite.
“…but, you’re in love?” Lilah questioned, eyeing Spike with a distant hope in her eyes.
Spike ignored her gaze, merely turning to Buffy and giving her a genuine smile. “We’re very much in love.”
* * *
Buffy smiled as they re-entered their suite, watching Spike as he threw his key-card onto the table ad slumped heavily onto the expensive sofa.
She walked into their connecting kitchen, picking up an apple and biting into it. It had certainly been a long day, so she wasn’t surprised to hear Spike sigh loudly from the lounge.
“Aww, baby…” she smiled, leaning her head around the wall so she could see his large boots dangling over the end of the sofa. “You need some R&R?”
His smile widened. “More like, TLC, now come ‘ere.”
It was with a small giggle that Buffy grabbed two bottles of chilled water, taking them both into the room where he lay, his hands behind his head and a grin on his face.
She crawled over him, kissing his lips gently, only once, before climbing off again and walking out onto the balcony, ignoring his disappointed face.
She pretended to be interested in the view for a few minutes, knowing that her lover was watching her through the window. She left him waiting, smiling to herself when he eventually whined,
“Buffy? Baby…I need you.”
With small steps she walked back into the room, shedding her jacket, then her shirt as she walked towards the bedroom door. Turning to him, she raised her eyebrow and let her fingers trail down her own stomach to the zipper of her jeans.
“Come and get me.” She whispered, turning quickly into the room.
Everything was silent for a few seconds, until she heard frantic scrambling, and then suddenly she was rugby-tackled onto the bed, his lips suckling hard at her neck while his hands fought with his own clothes.
She sighed, letting him have his moment before rolling them over to pin him underneath her, gazing down at the man pinned between her thighs.
“What happened to the ‘tender’ part of TLC?” she asked, her fingers trailing slowly over his abdomen and then up to his chest, pulling gently at one hardening nipple.
He groaned and she felt him harden beneath his jeans. “You want me to play nice?”
Biting her lip, Buffy nodded, leaning down to plant soft little kisses on his chest, before dragging her mouth over to where her fingers had been seconds before. Her hands worked at his zipper as her lips surrounded his nipple, sucking gently, tasting the saltiness of his skin.
Finally the zipper came down, and his cock sprang free into her waiting hand. She pumped him once, before moving to pull his jeans all the way down his legs. He raised his hips, helping her, and she smiled up at him, kissing his thigh as she undid his boots, dropping them to the ground heavily.
She stepped back, undoing her bra throwing it onto the ground with his clothes. He watched with hooded eyes as she hooked her fingers into the side of her panties, slowly dragging them over her hips and down her tanned legs.
“Come on up here, baby…” he whispered, leaning his head back on the bed, feeling her fingers trailing back up his legs to the top, where she once again took a hold of his solid length.
She straddled his thighs as she worked her hand up and down him, watching every movement of his facial features as she did so, revelling in the groans and whimpers he emitted.
It hadn’t taken her long to memorise every single one of his sounds.
“I want you now.” He mumbled, and she leaned to her side as if to roll them again, but Spike shook his head, his hands moving to her hips.
“No.” he whispered, squeezing her gently. “Ride me.”
Buffy gave him a wicked grin as she rose up, only her finger-tips touching his toned torso, tickling him softly as he waited.
Her hands flattened out on his chest as she lowered herself, sheathing him inside her. She gasped – he loved it when she did that – and began moving on him almost right away.
“That’s right…” he whispered, moving his hand up her side to take hold of her breast, pulling her down to lean over him before taking her erect nipple into his mouth.
It was her this time, who whimpered, taking hold of his hair in one hand while the other supported her on the bed over his shoulder.
Spike grinned, licking a trail from her nipple to her face, where he once again found her lips, nibbling them gently.
It hadn’t taken him long to be completely whipped by her. Not long at all…mere weeks into their sexual relationship, actually, and she knew it…his only comfort was that it had been exactly the same for her.
Once she’d had him, the idea of even touching another man seemed somewhat pointless. No-one had ever made her feel the way Spike did.
Buffy pulled away from the kiss, feeling Spike’s laboured breath upon her face as she rode him, still tugging on his hair.
She was losing her pace, tiring and beginning to ache from long months of touring. Spike could sense it.
“Love you…” she whispered, nuzzling his neck softly.
Spike rolled them quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist properly before he began pumping in and out of her.
He bit her shoulder, leaving a mark, and grinned. “Love you too.”
He heard her sigh as she tilted her head to the side, offering her neck to him as she closed her eyes.
His talented fingers slipped down her body to find her aching clit as his lips found her neck, and she moaned, ragged breath escaping her with each thrust.
Her stomach tightened and she dug her fingers into his muscled back, squeezing his hips with her thighs as she felt her orgasm approaching.
“Spike…” she whispered his name, her voice husky and quiet.
“I know, baby…” he told her, kissing her. “Come for me.”
And she did, her whole body arching into his as she stiffened, gasping for air as her orgasm hit, hard.
He quickened his pumping, kissing the side of her face and her neck as he felt his orgasm coming. Tired as she was, Buffy found it in her to squeeze her inner muscles one last time, smiling as Spike went still, spending himself inside her.
Worn out and damp with sweat he fell on her, panting wildly into her ear. She could feel his heart beat against her chest as he lay there, gathering his breath.
She moaned softly when he rolled off of her, his hand finding her face as her eyes drifted closed.
Rolling over in the bed, Spike reached for something on the bedside table, and with a content smile he turned to her, taking her hand.
Feeling him shift, Buffy opened her eyes a little, watching him.
“You can put this back on now.” He whispered, passing something to her that she held lovingly for a second.
As Spike turned off the light, Buffy slid it onto her finger, gently stroking the delicate diamonds of her engagement ring.
Life had definitely changed since that night on the tour bus almost a year ago.
That night was the beginning of the rest of their lives.
The Actual End.
squawks
05/18/17 04:16 am
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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!
pj
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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12/23/16 01:12 pm
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!