Today was a real good day. Buffy Summers adjusted her sunglasses and sipped her ice cold lemonade. To the casual observer she was just basking in the sun, enhancing her golden tan and turning heads with her light blue bikini clad form. What they didn’t know was that Miss Summers was a voyeur. She had set herself up in the perfect position to observe the star of many of her fantasies as he painted his house across the street.
Only a month ago Buffy was a respectable young woman who kept to herself, preferring to avoid the prying eyes of her neighbours when possible. Ever since her boyfriend of two years, Riley Finn, decided that maybe they should take a break for a while and moved out, all the local gossips had been invading her home looking for the juicy details. She smirked to herself.
Juicy details, yeah right. As if there was anything interesting about my relationship with Riley.
The overgrown jock had whined constantly that Buffy never paid attention to him. The truth was he was needy and Buffy wasn’t the stepford wife he had wanted and thought he’d found when they started dating. Oh she’d tried to be there for him at first, to seem like the helpless little woman he wanted her to be but it wasn’t in her nature. She didn’t understand why she had to act all helpless and weak when she wasn’t and catering to Riley’s needs was, well, a nuisance.
After months of his complaining Buffy had lost her cool and let loose her frustrations, telling him she could take care of herself perfectly fine without him and if he really wanted some blonde bimbo to sit at home and wait for him to give her her spending money while he did all the important stuff then he should have looked at someone besides her. Bimbo she was not. He’d waited a week, moping and giving her some much needed space when he suggested they take a time out and see how things went.
Best idea he ever had.
She knew what he’d meant. They’d spend some time apart and she’d realise what a mistake she’d made and beg for him to take her back so they could try again. Things didn’t go the way he thought they would. The separation allowed Buffy to assess their relationship and realise that they really weren’t compatible. She had been attracted to him at the beginning because he’d reminded her of her high school sweetheart Angel.
Yet another relationship that turned sour.
She had loved Angel throughout high school and was under that misguided teenage belief that they would last forever. Of course that changed when he decided to move away to college, promising they’d stay in touch but they didn’t. They grew apart and she was forced to recognise the relationship for what it was, a teenage crush. Moving on to Riley she’d thought she had found a solid guy she could trust but he just turned out to be…boring.
She was pulled from her thoughts by someone very un-boring. Someone who, for the past month, had succeeded in turning the woman who would go about her daily life in her typical practical manner watching soppy romance movies with a glass of wine at night wondering why she could never seem to meet the right kind of man into an obsessed stalker and voyeur.
She watched as he walked towards the ladder, paint-bucket and brush in hand wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans and pulling off the same effect a handsome guy manages in a tux. That got her thinking about what he might look like in a tux and she whimpered, shifting in her seat and shaking her head to focus on what he was doing. It wouldn’t do to drift off into one of her fantasies and miss the man in action, especially not out in the open like this, it would be the scandal of the century. He was a prime specimen of a man.
He climbed up the ladder and her eyes zeroed in on his ass.
He has some fantastic buns, what I wouldn’t give to get a handful.
She watched as he dipped the brush in the paint and started moving those glorious muscular arms back and forth, his t-shirt riding up as he stretched and exposing the delicious skin of his lower back. She licked her lips as memories of the first time she laid eyes on this sexy man of mystery ran through her mind.
It was Friday, her day off and Buffy was looking forward to a nice quiet afternoon at home after she got back from shopping. Maybe she’d call Willow and Anya and they could have a girl’s night in, it would make a change to have some company. When she pulled up outside her house she hauled the shopping bags to the front door and fumbled around for her keys. She finally located them but dropped them as she struggled with her bags. She swore and bent to pick them up doing her best to keep her bags upright in the process. She glanced up to see if anyone noticed her clumsiness as she retrieved them and that’s when she spotted the DeSoto.
She’d noticed the moving trucks arriving the past week but she’d never really given much thought to her new neighbour. The DeSoto seemed out of place in the Sunnydale suburbs, however, and she wondered what type of a person it belonged to. She didn’t have to wait long as the owner appeared, heading to the car to remove the final boxes from the back seat. Her mouth dropped open.
He had bleached blonde hair, cheekbones that you could cut yourself on and a lean but muscular body clothed in tight black jeans and a shirt, a cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth and she could only stare helplessly as he leaned in to retrieve the boxes from the back seat, giving her a perfect view of his luscious ass. She was so intent on taking in this vision that she failed to notice her groceries spilling from the shopping bag. It was like some scene from a movie where everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as he walked back to the house until he went in, kicking the door shut behind him and she was freed from the spell he’d had her under without even knowing it.
Shaking her head of the fuzziness that had seemingly overcome her brain she realised half the contents of her bags were now on her front porch. Cursing she scrambled to pick them up and get inside before anyone could notice her strange behaviour. Strange was certainly the word for it. She’d completely blanked out at the sight of some bad boy type she would never have given a second glance normally, or at least she thought she wouldn’t, but damn he was hot.
That one glimpse was all it took to have her yearning for more, to see if he really was as delectable as she thought or if she had somehow just imagined him. She peeped through her curtains every now and again just hoping to catch a glimpse of him before deciding that she was being ridiculous. The best thing to do would be to welcome him to the neighbourhood like any nice normal person would. Then she could ogle him as much as she wanted up close.
That was how she’d found herself walking up the driveway to his house with a plate of cookies as her welcome offering. She stood at the door and fiddled with her hair, taking a deep breath and pasting a big friendly grin on her face she knocked and waited expectantly. She heard footsteps approaching and ran her hands through her hair one more time before the door opened and the cheerful ‘hello’ she had prepared got stuck in her throat as she momentarily lost the ability to speak.
He was beautiful. He dressed like a devil in black leather but had the face of an angel. She stared deeply into his baby blues and lost herself. After a beat, he smirked and raised one sexy, scarred eyebrow at her.
“Somethin’ I can help you with luv?”
She felt her knees buckling and fought to stay standing.
Oh God that accent.
“Um…h..hi, I’m uh..uh Buffy, Buffy Summers from a..across the street and I wanted t..to welcome you to the neighbourhood.”
Smooth Buffy, very smooth.
He grinned and she felt moisture forming between her legs. A man had never had this effect on her before. What the hell was happening to her?
“Nice to meet you Buffy. I’m Spike, those for me?”
“Huh? What?”
He nodded to the plate of cookies which she only just remembered she’d been holding.
“Oh, yeah, um…welcome gift.”
“Thanks, pet. I love cookies, you want to come in?”
She felt her cheeks redden as she was assaulted with images of what going inside his house could lead to. The man was unleashing the lust monster in her as it was and they’d only engaged in a few words of friendly introduction. Going inside could lead to all sorts of badness, badness that would be really, really good if the leer he was shooting her way was any indicator. The horny demon in her was shouting ‘yes please!’ but her quickening pulse and his suggestive looks were enough to make her doubt any ability she may have had to refrain from jumping his bones and she chickened out.
“I should get back. I, um, have friends coming over later and I need to, you know, organize…and stuff.”
She thought he looked almost disappointed before he smiled at her and stepped back.
“Some other time then. Thanks for the welcome luv.”
She smiled shyly and gestured back at her house, her ability to speak having vanished once more at the way he said ‘luv’. He nodded and smiled back while she turned and headed back over to her house. She couldn’t be sure but she swore she felt his eyes on her the entire walk back across the street but she didn’t dare look back. Later that evening she’d told Willow and Anya all about it and they each took turns peeking out the window in case they caught a glimpse of him while they assailed Buffy with questions. Anya wanted to know why she hadn’t just gone into his house and seduced him then and there. Looking back, Buffy wondered that herself.
So the stalking had begun. It wasn’t really stalking since she never actually followed him anywhere. She did, however, keep track of his movements to the point that she could pick the DeSoto out from any of the cars that drove by her house and would often rush to sneak a peek at him as he entered his house. She was obsessed, she knew it, but those eyes had ensnared her and he was all she could think about though she’d never gotten up the courage to talk to him again. He’d come to the house once to return her plate but she hadn’t been expecting anyone and was lounging around in her sweats and her hair was in a messy ponytail, so she had hidden and waited for him to leave, assuming she wasn’t home.
While her days were filled with quick glimpses of him as he went to and from his house, her nights consisted of blue eyes, a seductive British accent and a sculpted body. She couldn’t sleep if she didn’t get herself off several times, always with his image in her mind. So here she was laid out on a deck chair in her front yard, sunbathing in her next to nothing bikini watching the object of her desires work away, getting nicely sweaty and dirty as paint splashed onto him. She wasn’t alone in her admiration. Several of the female residents found some reason to sit outside and enjoy the view, some who were happily married. Never turn down the chance to ogle perfection.
She had reached the bottom of her lemonade which had done little to ease the burning in her body as she watched him and was reaching for the pitcher when movement caught her eye and she watched enraptured as he removed his tight, sweat-soaked t-shirt. Her jaw dropped and she was sure she was probably drooling while her eyes took their time absorbing the sight of him shirtless. The man was ripped but not overly so. You could grate cheese on those abs and the sight of his jeans hanging low on those tantalizing hips had her panting. He stretched and she soaked him in, every sinewy muscle and ripple. She removed her sunglasses just to stop them fogging up as she absorbed the delicious sight and a sigh escaped her parted lips. He dropped down from the ladder and walked over to where his cigarettes lay on the hood of his DeSoto. He was taking a break. She prayed he wouldn’t go inside.
Glancing to her left she saw Faith Lehane from next door jump up with an empty pitcher in her hand and run inside. She realised the woman’s intentions and hopped to her feet. Oh no, this man was hers. She gleefully wrapped her sarong around her waist and grabbed the half empty pitcher and a couple of glasses and made her way over to her Adonis, conscious of other female eyes on her.
He looked up at her approach and she nearly stumbled but regained her composure and made it all the way to where he was leaning against the car, inhaling the cigarette.
“Hi. You’re working really hard, I thought you could use a drink to cool off.”
He gave her that suggestive smirk and raised eyebrow.
“Takes a lot to cool me off luv. Thanks. Appreciate it.”
He took another drag of his cigarette and she licked her lips longingly.
I’m jealous of a cigarette for crying out loud. What is he doing to me?
She poured him a glass, although how she managed to keep her hand steady was beyond her. She was drawn to those eyes of his, eyes that looked at her as though they could see straight to her soul. She handed him his glass and his fingers brushed hers as he accepted it. The contact sent electricity flying through her arm and she trembled.
“So…”
She leaned against his car and tried not to look affected when his eyes travelled up her body, then back down, taking in every detail.
“So…”
They sat there silently. Buffy didn’t know what to say. She sipped her drink while he gulped down his.
“I’ve still got that plate of yours if you want it back.”
“Oh, um…”
“It’s inside.”
She hesitated. Yet another opportunity to go inside with him. He studied her. She swallowed. She made a decision. She missed her chance once, she was no fool.
“Okay. After you.”
He grinned and headed over to open the door before stepping back and holding an arm out, gesturing for her to enter.
“No luv, after you.”
She gulped and stepped inside. She knew she was a goner.
Inside he brushed by her in the narrow hallway and led her to the kitchen in the back. She followed him, trying to control her nerves. She’d never felt like this around anyone before. She was nervous and excited at the same time.
He reached up to open the cabinet with the plates and she followed the movement of muscle on his on his back. He turned and placed the plate on the table.
“Can I offer you anythin’? Somethin’ to eat maybe?”
She shook her head, finding it hard to swallow in such close proximity.
“No thanks. I’m not hungry.”
Not for food anyway.
He stepped closer until he was inches away and her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him.
“You sure? You’ve been out there a long time, sunbathin’, watchin’ me.”
She blinked. He looked at her seriously.
“W..what?”
“Think I wouldn’ notice luv? Every woman in the neighbourhood’s out in their front yard, very interested in what I’m doin’. But you, you’ve had your eye on me for a while haven’ you?”
She backed up trying to create space between them but he closed the gap as quick as she made it until she found herself trapped between him and the counter.
“I…I don’t know what you mean.”
He ran a hand up her arm, his fingers coasting along her skin, up to her shoulder and then moved to trace her collar bone. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breath hitched. He leaned in until his mouth was by her ear, his breath tickling her sensitive skin and she gripped the counter behind her to remain upright.
“I mean all those little glances you shoot my way whenever I step outside the door kitten.”
Oh God.
His raised his other hand to grip her waist and he pressed himself against her. So much of his skin was touching hers, only her bikini top between her and his bare chest. She moaned softly and he chuckled.
“I’ve noticed you too pet. Since I opened that door to see your smiling face, those green eyes. You’re bloody gorgeous Buffy. I wanted you. I still want you.”
He kissed below her ear and she whimpered, bringing her hands up to clutch at his shoulders as he trailed kisses down her neck. His warm, soft lips setting her skin on fire.
“Spike…”
“Do you want me too Buffy?”
He licked his way back up her neck and she shivered and gripped his shoulders tightly, leaving little red marks from her nails. He sucked on her pulse point and she let her head drop back, allowing him to move to her throat and the other side of her neck before kissing his way along her jaw-line.
“Do you want me?”
She sighed and pulled him closer, desperate for him to do more, her desire flaring but he pulled back and she moaned, reluctantly opening her eyes to meet his lust-filled gaze. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before speaking.
“Spike, I want you. I want you so much.”
That was all he needed to hear. Spike swooped in and before she knew what was happening his lips were on hers, his hands everywhere and all she could do was hold on and revel in the sensations he was causing as his lips glided over hers. His tongue slipped out to caress her lips and ran across the seam of her mouth, begging for entrance which she gladly gave. As his tongue entwined with hers she kissed back with as much fervour as he was giving and felt herself going lightheaded.
One hand settled on her breast while the other moved down to slide her sarong off and grip her ass as he tweaked her nipple and kneaded her breast, eliciting tiny moans from her. His hand snaked around to untie her bikini top and pull it from her body. When it fell to the floor he pulled back to look at her, allowing her to draw in breath. The sight of her naked chest rising and falling entranced him and Buffy began to feel self-conscious. She moved a hand to cover herself but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. He levelled his gaze with hers and she shook at his intensity.
“No. Don’t hide from me Buffy. You’re magnificent. I could look at you for days.”
“I think I’d die if all you did was look. You’re killing me here Spike.”
He gave her another smirk before dropping his head and licking one naked nipple while massaging the other with his fingers. She gasped and arched into his touch, running her hands down the smooth expanse of his back. His other hand slid between her thighs to stroke her through her bikini and she cried out when he brushed her clit.
“Spike…Oh God, please!”
He growled and ripped her bikini away so she was completely naked and wasted no time caressing the bare flesh of her folds. He continued to tease her, sucking and nibbling his way around her body before slipping a finger inside her. He began a steady rhythm, slipping in another finger and pumping away until she was thrusting against his hand, his palm pressing on her clit.
“Hah! Oh yes, Spike! Mmm Spike, yes, unh!”
He brought his mouth to hers again and she tangled her fingers in his hair as she engaged him in another fierce, passionate kiss. He increased his speed and curled his fingers until she was mewling with pleasure and her inner walls started to flutter. She felt the pleasure rise and pulled away as her orgasm crashed over her, crying out while he looked on, memorising every expression of happiness and satisfaction on her face as she came.
She barely had time to recover before he was kissing her again. Unbelievably her passion returned with a vengeance and she thrust against him. He lifted her up to sit on the counter and began grinding against her. They both moaned at the feeling but Buffy couldn’t stand him in jeans any longer and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped him, reaching in and releasing his impressive erection. He groaned when she enveloped him in her hot little hand and began to stroke firmly up and down, building a nice rhythm that had him panting and leaning his head to rest against her shoulder. She swiped at the pre-cum at the tip and used it to lubricate her movements.
“Christ Buffy. Nngh pet, you feel so bloody good. Buffy!”
When he didn’t think he could stand anymore he gripped her hand, forcing her to stop. She looked up at him and pouted and he closed his eyes to regain control of himself.
“No need to pout kitten, I have other things I want to do to you now.”
Her pout was replaced with curiosity and anticipation and he chuckled before dropping to his knees in front of her. He saw her eyes widen when she realised what it was he was about to do before he buried his head between her thighs and she grasped at his hair, moaning aloud when she felt his hot, velvety tongue caressing her most sensitive areas. He ran his tongue along her slit in several slow strokes before circling her clit and then moving back down to wiggle between her folds and lap at her drenched core.
“Holy shit you’re good at that! Oh fuck!”
She pressed herself against his mouth, wanting more. When her pants and pleas became desperate he relented and flicked her clit making her yelp in pleasurable surprise and throw her head back. He continued to work her into a frenzy and when he could sense she was close, started plunging his tongue into her while pinching her clit with his fingers, releasing a string of curses from her as she arched up off the counter and flung her head back against the cabinet, tugging on his hair.
“OHH! SPIKE! SPIKE! YES! UNH I’M CUMMIIIIING!”
He continued to work away, prolonging her orgasm as her body shook and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as stars burst behind her eyes.
He lapped up everything she gave him before rising and stroking her sides as she came down. He caressed her trembling flesh and kissed and licked at the beads of sweat on her forehead before she regained enough control of her body to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. She could taste herself on him and it turned her on even more. He was wearing her out but she still wanted him. She needed to have him, completely.
She shifted her hips closer to him and he got the message, moving forward to rub against her hot, wet centre. He groaned aloud at the sensation and she trembled as he nudged her entrance. Using her feet she slid his jeans down to his ankles and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles so she could pull him to her. They kissed again, their tongues dancing as he pushed in. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him and pulled him in harder until he was completely sheathed in her. She’d never felt so full and complete and she wiggled her hips to urge him to start moving. This was better than any fantasy she’d had about him. She could never have imagined how amazing he would feel inside her like this.
When he started thrusting the pleasure built in huge waves and she didn’t know if she would last. He began deepening the thrusts and she flung her head back, this time hitting it against the cabinet a little too hard.
“Ow.”
He stopped and looked at her concerned.
“You okay luv?”
“Yeah, hit my head, please don’t stop.”
“Oh I have no bloody intention of stoppin’, but it’s prob’ly best we move.”
He grabbed her around her thighs and spun around, laying her back on the table and leaning over her. The feel of him pressed against her like this while those beautiful blue eyes looked down into hers erased the pain completely and she thrust upwards, encouraging him to start fucking her again. He eased her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, the new angle giving him deeper penetration and she dug her nails into his ass pulling him into her faster. He increased the pace until he was pounding into her and the table was shaking. The plate he’d left down on it earlier being jolted precariously close to the edge but they didn’t notice or care. She cried out each time he slammed into her and he grunted as she scraped her nails along his back and gripped his arms, trying desperately to hold on as he drove them higher and higher until she could feel her release overtaking her. They were covered in a sheen of sweat as their bodies slapped together, their shouts and moans echoing round the kitchen. The plate fell to the floor and smashed but they were too busy roaring their completion to even hear it.
When she could finally open her eyes, Buffy stared up at the ceiling, her arms wrapped around Spike who’d collapsed against her and lay there, their bodies shaking, still connected.
“Wow,” she breathed, “that was…wow.”
She shivered as his muffled chuckle vibrated against her skin before he raised his head to look at her.
“Yeah pet. That was most definitely wow.”
He smiled down at her and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. She smiled back and realised that for the first time in a long while she was completely, undeniably happy. So much so she hated to ask the question she knew she had to ask.
“So…what happens now?”
He considered her for a minute and though she tried to act casual, could tell he saw right through her.
“Well luv, what happens now is I take you to my bedroom where we can rest and do…other stuff, and then we take a shower and get cleaned up.”
“And…then?”
She looked down not wanting to meet his eye but he tilted her chin up and forced her to look at him.
“And then, you go home an’ find yourself somethin’ stunning to wear for when I take you out tonight.”
Her eyes glistened but she fought the tears. She didn’t want to see her get all emotional and scare him off. She was just so relieved that he didn’t want to end this. He leaned in for another lingering kiss before rising and removing his boots and jeans so he could pick her up and carry her to his bedroom, avoiding the broken bits of plate on the floor.
“Broke your plate luv.”
“That’s okay, I didn’t really want it back anyway, I just hoped to use it as an excuse to come see you.”
“You didn’t need any excuses. My door was always open for you Buffy, since the day you welcomed me here. Been waitin’ a soddin’ month for you to stop hiding and talk to me again.”
She giggled and kissed him on the lips again before settling her head against his shoulder.
“I promise I won’t hide any more, especially when you come over to pick me up tonight.”
“Good then I won’ have to break down the door.”
If I ever manage to leave here, she thought as he placed her gently on his bed.
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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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10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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