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Title: Baby, You Can Drive My Car Author: Pattyanne firstname.lastname@example.org
Rating: NC-17 Feedback: It's what I live for! Summary: Pick a season, any season. This is just a fluffy little fun thing with some explicit sex, which people seem to like. Buffy wants Spike to teach her to drive.
~~~~~~~~~~ Baby you can drive my car Yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby, you can drive my car And baby, I love you...... ~~~~~~~~~~
Spike looked up as Buffy plopped down on the sofa beside him, smiling cheerfully.
"Well, hello," he replied, returning her smile.
"How are YOU feeling?" she asked, all the sincerity in the world in her tone.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to determine the meaning behind the question. "I'm fine, thanks. You?"
"Oh, I'm fine, too," she said brightly.
"Glad to hear it." He placed the book he'd been reading on the coffee table and leveled his gaze on her face.
Buffy paused, then climbed into his lap. "I missed you today."
His arms around her waist, he kissed her lightly, then asked, "How was school?"
She shrugged. "Boring. There are so many better things to do." She snuggled closer and kissed him again, long and sweetly. Sighing deeply, she played with the curls at the nape of his neck. "Will you do something for me?"
When she touched him like that, there wasn't a thing in the world he wouldn't do for her. And she knew it.
He tightened his arms around her. "Anything, baby," he murmured in her ear, his hand fiddling with the hem of her blouse.
"Would you teach me how to drive?"
"Anything but that," he answered, without missing a beat.
"Please," she begged.
He could literally see the corner she was shoving him into. "Baby, you don't need to drive. That's what I'm here for."
"Okay," she said reasonably. "But what if I absolutely have got to go somewhere in the middle of the day?"
"That's what cabs are here for. Stop that," he added when she began to pout.
"I'm not doing anything."
"Stop with the face. It's not gonna work. I'm on to you, Summers. I know all your little tricks."
"I don't do tricks," she protested.
"The hell you don't." He snorted rudely. "First; you ask, second; you plead, third; you pout, and forth, if all that doesn't do any good, you work up a few tears."
Buffy ignored the comment, wriggling around in his lap and nuzzling the side of his neck.
"That.." He swallowed hard. "That won't work either...al- though it DOES stand a better chance."
"Come on," she wheedled. "Pleeeasse. I'm tired of being the only person in the world who can't drive. It's embarrassing."
Spike sighed. "Sweetheart," he said earnestly. "You already live a dangerous and nerve-wracking life. Why add to it?"
"Are you trying to be funny?" she asked, scowling.
"No, I'm TRYING to keep you alive."
"Fine," she said explosively. She sat back and folded her arms across her chest, then snap- ped, "I'll just ask Xander to teach me!"
She climbed out of his lap and tried to leave, but Spike's hand shot out and grabbed her. "Hold it," he said, pulling her back down into his lap. "Baby, didn't you take driving classes in high school?"
"Yeah...but I...sort of didn't..." She hemmed and hawed with the best of them. "Well...I had a lot on my mind...what with the slaying and, and the world ending and all...so, I..." Her defensive tone trailed slowly off.
Buffy flushed bright red. "Well, don't make it sound so horrifying."
"It IS horrifying. The entire Sunnydale School Dis- trict couldn't teach you how to drive...and now you want ME to do it?"
"You're my man, aren't you?" Buffy glared directly into his eyes, clearly warning him that he'd best be careful how he phrased his answer.
"I'm...yes, but..." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "You've got me there, love."
She placed her hands on his cheeks and made him look at her. "Tell you what," she said seductively. "You teach me how to drive, and YOU can have ME here. Now." She walked her fingers up the middle of his chest.
There was a long silence, broken only when Buffy punched him on the arm. "Hey!"
"I'm thinking...don't rush me."
"Well, don't strain yourself," she muttered under her breath.
"It's a tempting offer, love. Very tempting." He stood up and set her on her feet. "You know that I love you more than anything, don't you?"
Buffy turned her back on him and stuck her nose in the air. "So you SAY."
He sighed. "Yes, and I DO. I love you enough to want to keep you in one piece." Slipping his arms around her waist, he squeezed her affectionately. "One very...lovely...piece." he repeated, nuzzling her throat and nipping playfully.
"DON'T BITE!" she yelped, turning on him.
"I wasn't," he laughed, holding up is right hand. "I swear it."
Buffy just glared at him, then smiled slowly, an expression that sent a nasty chill down his spinal column.
"How about," she said, playing with his shirt but- tons, "You teach me to drive, and I'll let you.." She snapped her small white teeth at him teasingly, "have a little taste?"
Spike immediately stepped back, hands on his hips. "That's not funny, Slayer."
"So, who's laughing?" Buffy ducked around behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Come on...you know you want to." Two fingers slipped between the buttons of his shirt, caressing his skin. "Besides..you know what they say about the blood of a slayer?"
Spike closed his eyes briefly. "Christ, I wish I'd never told you that." He slapped her hand away. "Stop that! I am NOT going to bite you!"
"No. You may as well run along and find a nice thick turtleneck sweater. It's not gonna happen."
"Fine." Buffy stepped back. "That's not the ONLY thing that's NOT gonna happen anytime soon."
He stared at her in silence, then turned and headed for the stairs.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
Spike stopped and looked at her. "I'm GOING up- stairs to..." He made a face. "..get the bloody car keys."
"Put on your seat belt."
"It's on already."
"Well, make sure it's nice and snug."
"If it was any snugger, I'd be unconscious." Buffy wrapped her fingers around the steering wheel. "Ready?" she asked, reaching for the key.
"WAIT!" Spike said, then lowered his voice. "Just hold on, speed racer. There's a few things we need to go over first."
"Look down at your feet."
"Your feet," he repeated. "Look down at them."
Rolling her eyes, she did as he asked. "Hey! Those are MY feet! I've been looking everywhere for them."
"Very amusing," he said. "Do you see the pedals."
"Stop treating me like a moron," she snapped. "I know which pedal is which."
Spike turned to her. "You want lessons from me?" he asked. Buffy nodded. "Then shut up and do what I say!"
She sighed in disgust, but gave in. "All right. YES...I see the pedals."
"Good," he smiled. "Now...the right pedal is...?"
"The gas," she supplied obediently, a good little stu- dent.
"Very good. And the left pedal is...?"
"That's right. Now...the other pedal is..?"
Buffy stared at him, wide eyed. "The..the other pedal is..it's the.." She searched her brain, trying desperately to remember a class she took three years ago.
"Well..?" he prompted, staring straight ahead out the window.
She took the opportunity to peek down at the floor, hoping to jog her memory. "Hey!" she said irritably. "There IS no other pedal!"
Spike turned on her. "Yes! BUT...you had to look and see, didn't you? Don't know quite as much as you thought you did, do you gorgeous?"
Buffy glared at him. "That was a dirty trick."
He just grinned and shrugged. "I'm a vampire, baby. Dirty tricks are the name of my game."
"Keep it up," Buffy replied sweetly, "and the name of your game will be changed to 'Pin the stake on the jackass'...baby."
"Ouch," he said, sneaking in to kiss her. "I love it when you talk rough."
"All right, all right," he chuckled. "Start the car." He flinched as she turned the key too far, jumping at the grinding sound. "Put your foot on the brake...now put the car in Drive...KEEP YOUR FOOT ON THE BRAKE!" he yelled as the car leapt forward.
Buffy stomped on the brake pedal. "Don't yell at me!"
He held up both hands. "I'm sorry...I just...just go slow, honey."
After driving up and down the lanes of the empty mall parking lot for almost an hour, Buffy pulled the car to a stop and turned to Spike with a wide smile.
"I'm doing good, huh?"
He smiled back at her. He couldn't help it, she was so excited and proud of herself.
She still hit the brake too hard when she stopped and the accelerator too hard when she started, causing the car to bounce and lurch. She hit every pot hole and speed bumb within a five mile radius, and she never remembered to use the emergency brake.
Still, he had one thing to be thankful for...automatic transmissions. He didn't even want to consider the thought of trying to teach her how to use a clutch and shift gears.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "You're doing real good. You ready to go home?"
Buffy tilted her head a little, looking into his eyes, and loving the way the moonlight danced in them when he smiled at her.
"I love you," she said suddenly, in a burst of affection.
To her immense satisfaction, he unclipped the seat belt and scooted over closer to her. "I love you, too," he said, capturing her mouth beneath his, as he turned the key and switched off the engine.
When they pulled apart, they exchanged a long glance, then simultaneously began to tug at each others clothes.
~~~~~~~~~~ "I told the girl that my prospects were good And she said, "Baby, it's understood Working for peanuts is all very fine But I can show you a better time..." ~~~~~~~~~~
It was a warm night and they were lightly dressed. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt, while Buffy only had on a pair of shorts and a halter top.
Covering her mouth with his again, he slid his tongue between her parted lips and played with hers as he worked at the knot securing her top.
She reached down and pulled the lever that scooted the seat back, giving them more room to work. When she had it where she wanted it, she swung one leg over him and straddled his lap, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
He stopped kissing her and fiddling with her top long enough to allow her to yank off his shirt, then grabbed her again and pushed the stubborn halter up instead, baring her breasts to the moonlight and his avid gaze.
She sat back a little and swayed her shoulders, making her breasts bounce enticingly. His eyes nearly left their sockets every time she pulled this trick.
"Want a taste?" she offered, leaning into him.
"Fuck, yes," he muttered, then lowered his head to her right breast, licking circles around the rose colored peak.
Buffy gasped, twining her fingers in his silky curls as she guided him back and forth, allowing him to pay equal attention to both tight nipples.
When he took the left one into his mouth and began to suck on it, she moaned and cradled his head with her arms.
"You like that, baby?" she asked him, kissing the top of his head.
"Mm-hmm," he assured her, then changed to her right breast. She felt every pull of his mouth clear down in her womb, and the moisture was trickling from her and wetting her panties.
His hands palmed the curves of her rear, squeezing firmly, making her grind down on him. "Ooh, that's nice and hard...is that for me?"
He released her breast from his eager mouth and said, "S'all for you, baby. Every inch of it wants to be inside your tight little box."
Moving off of him, she leaned back against the door and smiled. "What are you waiting for then? Let me see what you've got there."
Grinning, he unbuckled his belt and popped the top snap of his jeans. Instantly, his zipper began to descend on it's own, propelled by the enormous pressure from his erection.
His usual lack of underwear expedited matters. As he wriggled out of his pants, she watched and reached for the fastenings of her shorts.
"Spike.." she said breathlessly. "Watch me." He quit moving about, and riveted his gaze on the fly of her shorts. Sliding the zipper down, she showed him that she was wearing his absolute favorite pair of all her panties, a confection of red lace and satin, cut low on hips, with a small ruffle decorating them.
As he blatantly stared at her, she slipped her shorts down and off her legs, tossing them to one side.
"Take your top off, too," he requested. "I want you com- pletely naked when I'm inside you."
She felt a delicious shiver move through her. He always knew just what to say, and just when to say it. Sex was never just a joining of their lower torsos to Spike. It embodied all his senses; fondling her with his hands; taking in her scent, like an animal with it's mate; tasting every inch of her, every part of her body; watching her closely as he brought her to orgasm; and talking to her, everything from vows of unending love to some of the raunchiest commentary imaginable.
Buffy loved it when he talked to her during lovemaking. The rawer his terminology, the more it turned her on. She could be straining for climax, nearly upon it, and all it would take was him whispering something dirty in her ear to take her right over the moon.
At first, she had been shy about returning the favor, but he'd been patient, coaxing it out of her a little at a time, and she was learning. Nowhere near his league, of course, but she WAS learning.
She reached behind her neck and yanked open the knot holding her stop in place, then whipped the entire garment over her head.
Her panties, she took off slowly, then tossed at him playfully.
With a slight growl, he caught them and lifted them to his nose. "Smells tasty," he said, dropping them on the floor.
Buffy just smiled and spread her legs, giving him a tantalizing view. "You hungry?" she inquired.
"Ravenous," he said, with a lecherous grin. "And the only thing I want to eat is you."
"Come and get it, baby," she invited, lifting her hips just a little. "It's suppertime."
Lying in the open V of her legs, he eagerly began licking her sex with long slow strokes of his talented tongue.
Buffy's head dropped back against the drivers side window. "Ohhh...that's good," she moaned. "Eat me all up."
He stiffened his tongue and plunged it into her, stimul- ating her clit with his nose, watching her as her face contorted with pleasure.
Her hands drifted down, stroking his shoulders, digging her nails in whenever he found a particularly sensitive place to lick her.
Orgasm was approaching quickly, and her hips began to rise and fall, seeking satisfaction. "Come on, baby" she whispered hoarsely. "Harder...get it all the way in."
He wedged his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her slightly, making her grunt with each thrust of his tongue.
Closing her eyes, she brought her hands back up and cupped them over her breasts, squeezing and fondling herself, stoking the fires of their mutual lust.
When he saw her tugging on her firm nipples, he groaned in his throat. Tearing his mouth away from her wet heat, he rose to his knees and wrapped his fingers around his engorged phallus.
"Push them together," he ordered her, beginning to pump his hand up and down his cock as he watched her self caress. "Yeah...that's it. Squeeze 'em harder."
Buffy opened her eyes and saw the need on his face.
"Want me to go down on you?" she asked.
He shook his head. "You do..and it'll all be over but the clean up."
Keeping her right hand on her breast, she touched the tip of his cock with the forefinger of her left, picking up the drop of semen that oozed out of it.
Without breaking eye contact, she placed that finger in her mouth and cleaned it off.
"Oh, fuck," he rasped. "That's it. Get your ass lower on the seat."
When he had her in the position he wanted, he moved to lie between her thighs. Propping himself on one hand, he sent the other down between them to guide his shaft to her opening.
After rubbing it's head against her clit for a moment, he adjusted himself and began to push it into her.
With one thrust, he was all the way in.
They released similar cries of pleasure, then Spike lowered himself on top of her and began to pump his hips.
She was so dripping wet, that she could hear the sound his cock made as it slid in and out of her, over and over again.
"Buffy...Christ...you're so tight, baby. S'like the first time...your tight little pussy's creaming all over my cock...AHH FUCK.." he yelped when she clamped her muscles down even more tightly.
He pounded into her, grinding down on her clit with every instroke. Her voice keened in his ear as she begged him to never, ever stop fucking her.
She came suddenly, with a fresh gush of fluids that bathed his shaft in heavenly warmth as she screamed his name.
Spike began the hard, deep thrusts that would trigger his climax.
"Come on," she chanted. "Do it, baby...do it inside me...you want to, don't you..?
He grunted affirmatively.
"You're so close...so close you can taste it..come on..I want to feel it..want to feel you come in me."
"Buffy..." His voice caught on a ragged sob. "I'm gonna do it...gonna come...fuck...fuck...yeah..."
With one last animalistic roar, he delivered one last thrust, then ground himself in, his shaft spewing it's cream inside her.
"Love you, baby," Buffy panted, cuddling him close and kissing him. "Love you so much..."
He nodded weakly, all the strength seemingly gone from him. "Me, too, love" he said softly. "I love you, too..."
Dressed once again, they stayed a while and talked quietly about nothing in particular, the fingers of his left hand laced with her right.
"Ready to head for home, babe?" he asked, kissing the soft crown of her hair.
"Yeah, I think so," she said, sitting up.
Spike got out of the car and walked around the front to the driver's side door and opened it.
Buffy looked up at him. "What?" she asked.
"I thought you wanted to go home."
"Yeah." She shrugged. "So..?"
"So scoot over and let me drive."
She looked genuinely perplexed. "Why can't I drive?"
"What...on the STREET??" he asked, every bit as shocked as though she'd suggested steering with her feet.
"Yeah," she nodded.
"No." He shook his head firmly negative on the subject.
"I can do it."
"But why not?"
"Oh, come on! You said I was doing good."
"Is that all you're gonna say...no?"
After a long moment, she began her preliminary pout.
Spike instantly clapped one hand over his eyes. "Nice try...now move over."
~~~~~~~~~~ "Told the girl I could start right away She said, "Listen, babe I've got something to say I've got no car, and it's breaking my heart But I found a driver, and that's a start.."
Baby you can drive my car And baby...I love you" ~~~~~~~~~~
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