Rating: NC-17 ( Do I know how to write anything else?)
Much love and thanks to SpikesDeb for betaing my fic!
It was a beautiful calm and sunny day in Sunnydale. The birds where chirping, dogs chasing little kids as they ran through sprinklers on their front lawns. But Buffy was oblivious to all round her, except one thing. The slayer was on a mission, and nothing or no one would or could stop her. With her patented “determined” look securely in place, her feet led her to her destination.
Restfield Cemetery.
Weaving between the assorted tombstones which marked the resting place of many of Sunnydale's departed, Buffy stretched out her slayer senses seeking her prey. Finding her “obsession”, if one wanted to call it that, she quickened her pace.
Finally arriving at her desired location Buffy ran her hand over her hair quickly, making sure everything was in place. Taking a deep breath she braced herself, kicked the crypt door open. The room was dark; small shafts of light filtered in behind her, and Buffy allowed her eyes to adjust to the dimness.
Stepping inside she closed the heavy door behind her as she scanned the upper level for him.
He was nowhere to be found.
But Spike wouldn't be able to elude a slayer on a mission for long. Buffy swallowed up the distance between her and the door that led to the lower level of the crypt. With a flick of the wrist the door gave way allowing her access to the recesses below.
Not bothering with the ladder, Buffy jumped down landing on her feet. Her eyes, already accustomed to the darkened atmosphere, needed no time to adjust to it. The room was bathed in a hushed luminescent glow. A candelabra perched in the corner near the four poster bed, six white candles nestled within it. And two more candles, one larger and fatter than the other, rested upon a small table by the ladder.
Buffy walked over to the bed, which was covered in a red satin sheet, and a red fitted sheet underneath. Running her index finger lightly over one of the black sating encased pillows Buffy smiled, 'So very Spike.'
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Spike had just finished his mid-afternoon shower when he got that all too familiar tingle at the base of his neck, which could mean only one thing ... slayer. Stealthily emerging from the adjacent closet sized room which served as his shower stalle he stalked Buffy with his piercing blue gaze. Just what was the bint up to now?
Walking out of the shadows, eyes still trained on her, Spike cleared his throat making his presence know.
Buffy's eyes quickly searched out the darkened room, looking for the body that broke the silence. Spike seemed to have materialized from thin air, dressed only in a black towel riding low upon his narrow hips. Buffy allowed her gaze to travel over his body, his bleached locks weren't constricted by gel, and still being damp they hugged his face.
The soft candle light illuminated Spike's soft alabaster skin, making him appear as a Greek statue. Light curves met dark, accenting his exquisitely carved abs, as beads of water trickled down them. Enticing Buffy to follow them as they trailed down past his navel then lower, being absorbed by his towel.
Suddenly finding her lips very dry Buffy gave them a quick lick, her fleshy pink tongue lingering on the bottom lip just a bit longer than need be.
Spike was transfixed upon Buffy's hot little tongue as it snaked out from behind her lips, laving the pink folds. He could just imagine her hot little mouth wrapped around his hard cock, licking and sucking away. That's when it hit him, Buffy's sweet smell of arousal. Well that just put an interesting twist on the game.
“See anything you like Slayer?”
Spike said slowly running his hand down his bare chest, over his chiseled abs, coming to rest at the waist of his towel. Buffy's eyes followed his motion with enthusiasm.
The air was perfumed with her need, which caused Spike to smirk.
Buffy snapped out of her lust induced stupor reminding herself what she was here for. With slayer speed she advanced on Spike pinning him to the wall.
Surprised but undaunted, Spike braced himself for what was to come.
“What's all this about slayer?”
But before Spike could finish he found his mouth covered by Buffy's, her tongue slowly tracing his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Spike opened his mouth inviting her inside; their tongues danced the dance of ages, as Buffy reached down with her left hand swiftly divesting Spike of his towel.
Breaking their embrace Spike trailed open wet kisses along her jaw bone, giving her chin a quick nip. His right hand slipped beneath her silky tank top, pinching the lace covered nipple below. Buffy released an earthy moan leaning farther into his touch, as he cupped and massaged the soft globe of flesh.
Sliding her hands around his neck Buffy twined her fingers through the still drying locks, tugging and pulling lightly at the curls on the nape of his neck. A low growl rumbled from Spike's chest as he wrapped Buffy's nimble body around his, carrying her over to his bed and setting her down.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Spike stood between her legs looking down at her. Buffy reached her hands out, gently tracing the outline of muscle defined on his stomach. Warm hand upon cool skin sent electrical currents racing through both of them.
Spike quickly stripped Buffy of her top and trousers, tossing them both to the floor. Pushing her back gently his eyes feasted upon her supple form. She was spread out before him like a wanton goddess, golden tresses fanned out above her head, and the soft pink slips of fabric covering her yummy bits.
Buffy reached her arms out beckoning Spike to join her. He slowly crawled up her body, resting his weight upon hers as he assaulted her lips in a brutal kiss. Settling his hips between her parted thighs Spike could feel Buffy's heat seeping through her panties.
With a flick of his wrist Spike freed Buffy's sex to his waiting cock. Buffy broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath and from the overwhelming sensation of Spike's dick poised at her slick opening.
“Let me in Buffy... gotta be in you...”
Reaching her hand down Buffy covered Spike's hand with her own where he gripped his cock and slowly guided him. They both let out moans of pleasure as Spike surged inside. Thrusting his hips, Spike built up a rhythm, pulling out just a bit then diving back into Buffy's waiting depths.
Ripping Buffy's bra away Spike locked his lips onto her erect nipple ravishing it with his tongue, alternating between sucking and biting. Buffy thrashed and squirmed under him, every lick, every suck, every nip running straight to her sex. Her skin was on fire; she locked her legs around Spike's waist to deepen his thrusts as she raked her nails down his back. Small red welts formed in their wake.
Spike began to pump faster, his dead lungs taking in gulps of air as his body was reaching its zenith. Working his hand between both of their bodies he sought and found Buffy's clit, twisting the sensitive bundle of nerves. That was it - she was almost there; but something was missing.
“Bite me Spike!” Buffy shouted out between pants. Spike lowered his head and Buffy could feel his facial bones shift to bring forth his demon. Licking and sucking upon her out turned neck, he brought her rushing blood to the surface. With one quick motion Spike bit into the butter soft flesh, sending Buffy over the edge. Technicolor lights danced behind her eyelids as the mind numbing orgasm washed over her.
Taking two deep pulls on Buffy's blood was Spike's undoing as he reached his own orgasm, depositing his dead seed into her waiting womb. Extracting his teeth and licking the wound closed Spike rolled over bringing Buffy with him. The two laid there for some long moments, Buffy mindlessly rubbing Spike's arm.
“Hate to break the mood Slayer, but what brought this on?”
With a small smile playing at her lips Buffy replied, “I've been obsessing about this all day.”
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A/N You know the deal, review if you like.