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Well, I have to say, it feels good to be able to post again. Thanking the wonderful dawnofme for being my beta, she is just wonderfully amazing! In saying that, any mistakes are totally mine.

Like I said in the summery, this is for my sister, spikes_slayer08 for her birthday. I also had _3xy_ in mind when I wrote this coz she wanted me to write a oneshot, canon. I hope you enjoy it!


Spike slammed Buffy against the crypt wall, his hands carelessly tearing her buttoned shirt open. He was sure there were a few buttons that she could do the shirt up with after they were done, the ones that he had undone while they were still outside at least. He grinned as Buffy gasped at his cold hand on her now bare breast, impressed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She moaned as he rolled it around in his palm before pinching the nipple.

“Oh, Buffy…need you,” he said gruffly, his mouth slamming against hers.

Spike pressed his erection into her leg, trying to find some sort of instant release of the pressure already there. Noticing his urgency, Buffy quickly shoved her boots off, flicking them across the room, not caring that she would have to hunt for them later.

“Oh, Spike…”

Buffy gasped for air, as they parted. Spike hungrily kissed his way down from his cheek to her neck, sucking on the vein in just the way she liked. Buffy thrust against him, grinding her heat into his leg.

“Mmm, Spike. Take me now.” Spike didn’t hesitate to pull her over to the nearest tomb and lift her on top of the cool stone lid. A sly smile crossed Buffy’s face as she lay down, wiggling her pants down to her feet. Spike smiled as he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear and the scent of her arousal hit him at once. He pulled her pants off the rest of the way and let them fall to the floor, his own pants joining them seconds later. His shirt had been discarded somewhere on the way to the crypt, not that he cared. He could always get another one.

He crawled up her body, placing a kiss just above her sex. He felt her shiver with desire. Spike glanced up at the beautiful woman spread in front of him. Her eyes were sparkling, full of lust for him. Her cheeks were flushed and her breasts bobbed up and down in time with her panted breath. She looked alive.

And, oh how he wanted her.

Spike moved up higher, stopping at her breasts, taking her right nipple into his mouth. Buffy moaned as Spike teased it, throwing her head back, her blonde hair spilling behind her. Moving to her other breast, he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it lightly before rolling his tongue around, tasting the sweetness of her skin once more. He felt the nipple harden almost instantly and he let her breast fall out of his mouth with a soft ‘pop’. He then, blew on the two erect peaks, grinning as they hardened further.

“Now, Spike, please. Take me now,” Buffy panted, pushing her hips up against him.

Her heady scent swirled around him and he couldn’t deny her. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed the tip in, groaning as her heat enveloped him. Buffy lifted her legs up, bending her knees, encouraging him to go deeper. Slowly, he pushed further in, feeling himself getting lost in the heaven that he knew as Buffy Summers.

When his pelvis was firmly pressed against hers, they both sighed with content. He rested there for a moment, letting her adjust to his size and to remind himself that what he was doing was real. Her heat alone almost made him cum right there. Then, when Buffy clenched her inner muscles around him, he pushed her legs up so her knees almost rested on her shoulders. He then cupped either side of her firm arse and began to thrust inside her.

The moment Spike started to move inside her Buffy began to moan, urging him on. Spike knew this was what she wanted: to feel, to lose herself in the sensation he was giving her with no thoughts plaguing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull herself closer. His cock was rubbing her in just the right spot and she could feel her orgasm building.

“Oh, Spike, that’s it,” Buffy said. “Harder, oooo yeah, harder Spike, faster!” she yelled. She arched her back up, thrusting her hips upwards trying to keep in time with Spike’s quickened movements. She could feel her orgasm heightening and she knew she was close. So close. She clawed at Spike’s back, moaning as he clutched her harder with his hands, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Then her orgasm tore though her, making her body convulse uncontrollably, her inner muscles clenching around Spike’s cock. He followed her soon after, the sensation sending him over, his hips jerking before he slumped on top of her for a moment. He knew he couldn’t rest there too long, even if he wanted to.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, rolling off her and laying on his side. He watched as Buffy lay in the same spot, eyes closed as she caught her breath. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before she would spring up and gather her clothes and leave. So instead of speaking, he just watched her as her breathing slowed and listen to her heart beat drop down to its usual pace.

It wouldn’t be long now.

She turned her head towards Spike, opening her eyes. Spike tried to look aloof but he knew she caught the affection he had for her when she sat up suddenly, her green eyes hardening.

“I have to go.”

Spike didn’t move as Buffy slid off the tomb and picked up her clothes, tugging them on. He was sure she already had a good excuse about why her shirt was torn all prepared for the Scoobies. She didn’t look at him as she shoved her boots on, hopping around on one foot, trying to slide her foot in. He would have laughed if he wasn’t so absorbed in every movement she was making, not daring to move in case he angered her. The last thing he wanted was to be a pile of dust. With her other boot on, she marched to the door, ripping it open and storming out, not even bothering to make sure it closed behind her.

“Happy birthday, Buffy,” Spike mumbled, dropping his head. He rolled off the stone tomb and went to the fridge. Instead of opening it, he reached for the bottle of bourbon on top and opened it. He took a deep swig, letting the alcohol burn down his throat. Raising the bottle to the sky, he clinked it with an invisible glass, nodding his head.

“Happy birthday in bloody deed.”


Chapter End Notes:
Thank you for reading, please, feed my wonky muse with pretty reviews coz he is really insecure!




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