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Authors Chapter Notes:
This is just another pwp. What can I say;
I like to read them so I’ve started writing them.

A BIG thank you to Chocoholicgirl03!


"Next stop Smithtown." The bus driver announced.

Buffy sighed as she saw Spike stepping onto the bus.

"What are you doing here?"
"Hello Pet. Fancy finding you here."

Buffy sighed again when he sat down next to her.

"So where are you getting off?"
"None of your business." She ignored the sexual innuendo.
"Don’t use up all of your bitchiness all at once, Slayer. You might need some for later." He wiggled his eyebrow.
"Well anyway. I’m riding all the way to Albert town. Thought I could find something there to keep me entertained throughout the night."
"Don’t you have a car?"
"Oh, you know me, trying to think environmental an´ all."
"Riiiiiiight."
"Okay, so maybe I happened to overhear Dawn saying something about you visiting dear ol'´ auntie."

Buffy stared out of the window, watching the landscape fly by.

"You didn’t show last night."
"No."
"Busy with Slaying baddies?"
"Something like that."
Spike placed a hand on her thigh.
"I missed you."

His hand rubbed her thigh and then pulled down the zipper to her jeans.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" She hissed,.
looking around franticly, hoping no one saw what he was doing.

"Nothing."

His fingers slid in under her panties and Buffy unconsciously readjusted in her seat, giving him better access. Without a word she pulled down Spike’s zipper and took out his cock. A heated whisper in her ear; "That’s right baby. Stroke it."

*coughing*

Buffy opened her eyes. An elderly man was sitting in a seat across the aisle from them.

"Don’t mind him, Pet. He’s nothing to us."
Spike’s breath tickled her ear.

Spike’s fingers caressed her clit, accelerating his pace while Buffy stroked him. "You want this as much as I do, don’t you?" His hand fondled her breast roughly, pinching her nipple. "Tell me you want it, Buffy."

"Shut up, Spike." She panted.

Buffy let out a frustrated sigh and straddled Spike. Without a word Spike pushed upwards, his cock easily gliding into her, their bodies used to one another. Spike’s mouth fell agape as he looked at her with utter amazement, the way he always did.

Buffy grabbed the seat behind his head for support. She rode him like a wild horse, rocking against him, her fingernails ripping the seat fabric. Spike held on, his fingers bruising her flesh.

There was another cough but neither of them noticed it.

Spike went to work on her clit again, roughly pinching it. His tongue licked at the base of her throat, then at her ear with long, wet strokes. Buffy tightened her thighs around him, clenched her teeth and threw her head backwards and yelled, loudly, as she came, her head spinning. Buffy pressed her head into the crook of his neck. His skin smelled of leather, smoke, whisky and cheap perfume.

Spike growled and sped up his thrusts. He came inside her, pressing his head backwards into the soft fabric of the bus seat.
“Fuck, I love you!”
He held on to Buffy as he never wanted to let go as his flaccid cock remained buried deep inside her.
"Let go off me." Buffy grunted as she came to after having passed out for a few seconds from the intense orgasm.

Her cheeks flushed as her she met the old man’s stare. His mouth had dropped open, showing off a toothless smile.

"I’m sorry." she mumbled.

Then she noticed that his hand was tucked inside his pants and she could see it moving under the jeans fabric.
"Perv!"
Buffy wrinkled her nose is digust. Spike only smirked as he tucked himself back in.

Buffy rearranged her clothes and sat back in her own seat, Spike’s cold cum dripping out of her. She sighed and again focused her stare on the fleeing landscape.

THE END




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