A Kick From Champagne
Summary: Buffy has too much to drink
one rainy night, then Spike shows up.
Takes place in early season 6, except Buffy
didn't die.
Part Two....
"No dream I've ever had was that good."
Buffy turned off the kitchen light and
went upstairs. She intended to take full
advantage of her solitude by hogging every
drop of hot water in the tank.
The big question, of course, was why
Spike hadn't tried to follow up on the
kisses they'd shared. This went com-
pletely against everything she THOUGHT
she knew about him.
Maybe it was because the first time he
had tried to declare himself, she'd punched
him dead in the face.
**And as we all know, there's nothing quite
like breaking a guy's nose to encourage
amorous feelings**
Not that he hadn't deserved it. Being nailed
in the ass with a cattle prod **and just where
the hell did he lay his hands on a cattle
prod anyway?** chained to a wall, and
threatened with the loss of her vitals didn't
exactly make her want to hand over the
key to her heart.
From that day to this, Spike had never again
told her that he loved her.
He'd stood beside her during the most
horrible experience of her life...and she'd
had some pretty horrible experiences,
so that was really saying something...but he
hadn't uttered the words out loud.
And the one and only time he HAD con-
fessed his love, he hadn't even asked her
to love him in return. All he'd wanted was
for her to acknowledge the possibility that
someday...maybe...she wouldn't completely
loathe him.
It couldn't have been easy for him. A vampire
pouring his heart out to a slayer? Admitting that
he thought only of her, dreamed only of her,
and wanted no one but her.
She, true to form, had totally shot him down.
Forgetting, or pushing to the back of her
mind the kisses and touches they'd shared
mere weeks ago, she had rejected him with
violence and hateful words, capping it off by
barring him from her house.
Even then, he hadn't given up. He'd followed
her home that night, begging her to talk to
him, to give him just one chance to prove that
he'd changed.
She hadn't wanted to listen, hadn't wanted to
accept that he had any real desire to change,
or even that he COULD.
Because that would mean she had been
wrong...and she hated being wrong.
If she had admitted the possibility that
Spike had changed because of his feelings
for her, it would mean that he'd done it without
benefit of soul restoration. Left to his own
devices, all by himself, he'd made a choice.
This brought on the painful knowledge that
if Spike could choose, then Angel/Angelus
could have done the same.
But he hadn't. And he never would have.
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Buffy stared at herself in the mirror as her
past was painfully rehashed in her mind,
understanding...maybe for the first time...that
she hadn't really rejected Spike because she'd
hated him, no matter what she'd said to the
contrary.
She'd done a fairly good job of convincing
herself of it at the time, but now she finally
had to step up to the plate and admit that
she'd actually rejected him because she was
afraid not to.
She had already loved one vampire, and it
had blown up in her face so violently that you
could hear it on the moon, causing a great
amount of pain and a double dose of danger
to her and everyone she loved.
Could she honestly risk having it all happen
again?
She shook off that disquieting train of
thought.
**Yeah, but...things are different now...SPIKE is
different now**
Angel had left her for what he considered
to be her own good.
Then, Riley had left because she'd been
unable to give him what he needed...the
whole of her heart.
Poor Riley. He'd figured out long before
she did that her feelings for him were not
all they should be, despite her heated denials.
His need for the kind of satisfaction he'd
gotten in that vampire whorehouse he'd
been frequenting, had been so strong...so
uncontrollable...that she would never have
been able to understand or fulfill it, or to
put it behind her and begin to rebuild
their relationship.
She may have forgiven, but she would never
forget.
The image of him, of what she'd caught him
doing, was so indelibly burned on her brain
that she'd feared she'd never be able to look
at him the same way again.
Angel and Riley had both left her, each for
his own reasons.
Spike would never leave her. She knew this
just as surely as she knew the earth revolved
around the sun.
He had stayed during the days when her
favorite after school activity had been playing
dodge ball with her stakes, screaming at
him to hop the noon stage out of Sunnydale
'cause the town wasn't big enough for the both
of them.
If he'd remained during that sort of treatment,
why in the world would he go now that things
were looking so delightfully up between them?
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**What's his damn problem anyway? What, am
I suddenly icky or something?**
Stripped down to her bra and panties, she
studied her reflection with a critical eye.
**Nope...nobody here but us non-icky
type people**
Her hair was a pleasing shade of light
brown and honey, thick and shiny with
health. Her complexion was clear and
smooth, and her light green eyes were
large and long lashed.
Buffy's gaze wandered down her body.
There was nothing wrong with her figure
either. A fast metabolism allowed her
to eat pretty much anything she wanted
without having it show up on her hips,
or across the seat of her pants.
She turned to one side.
She had once despaired of ever
developing a more womanly shape
and size, even in spite of her mother's
assurances that the females in her
family were late bloomers.
Buffy had almost fallen for the old "late
bloomers will still be beautiful when they're
very old, while the early ones sparkle for a
while and then fizzle out" trick.
But just as she had been about to look
into the cost of breast augmention surgery,
Mother Nature had finally gotten off her ass
and done her job.
In no time at all, Buffy's breasts became
full and firm, and nicely rounded.
In the months before she'd thwarted her
most recent apocalypse, she had been in
such a stressed out state of mind that
her appetite had all but disappeared, and
she'd become dangerously thin all over.
It was nice to look in the mirror and see
that things were back where they belonged.
She examined her legs with a particularly
strong satisfaction. They were great legs,
even if she did say so herself.
Straight and strong, her legs had gotten
plenty of male admiration whenever she'd
displayed them in the ridiculously short
skirts she'd worn through most of high school.
Factor in a flat and firm abdomen, slender
hips, a small waist and...
"A pretty cute little ass, too."
...what more could any man reasonably
want?
So, why didn't Spike seem interested any-
more?
**That's a real good question**
Shedding her underwear, she padded
down the hall naked and started the
shower.
**Maybe he IS interested, but thinks I
might beat the stuffing out of him if he
acts like it**
She opened the shower door and stepped
under the hot spray. After thoroughly soak-
ing herself in it, she scrubbed her face clean
of make-up, washed and conditioned her
hair, then shaved her legs and armpits.
With the necessities completed, she applied
a glob of vanilla scented body wash on a
soft sponge.
She always smiled when she did this, ever
since she'd noticed what the creamy soap
looked like as it squirted out of the bottle.
**Oh, stop it**
Buffy worked up a fragrant lather as she
guided the sponge over her skin. Moving it
down between her breasts and over her
abdomen, she leaned against the tile as
her body relaxed and became receptive,
sensitive to the lightest touch.
She jerked when she heard the shower
door open, then gasped out loud at the
feel of a strong arm sliding around her
waist from behind.
"Slayer..."
A mere whisper in her ear. A familiar voice,
soft and low with desire.
Without thinking twice, she pressed herself
back against cool, hard muscle.
"Let me," the voice demanded, as the sponge
was taken from her hand.
"Yes," she responded breathlessly. Drop-
ping her head back, she tilted it to one
side and exposed the vulnerable flesh of
her throat with no worries.
The sponge passed over and around the
curves of her breasts, stimulating her high-
ly sensitive skin. She released a faint
whimper as the lather trickled down over
her hard nipples, falling to the shower
floor with soft plops.
There was an evil chuckle as the sponge
ceased its sensual torture.
She responded with, "Hey! Don't stop."
"Never," he promised.
The sponge continued on its merry way,
over her stomach and down her thighs.
"Open up for me, luv."
She complied with the request, but stopped
the sponge from reaching its obvious target.
"No soap down there," she said. "Down there
is a bad place for soap to go. Trust me on this."
"Sorry, sweetheart." The sponge fell to the
floor with a splat, replaced by a quickly rinsed
hand. "Better?"
"Mmm...yes. Very much better."
Her knees were getting ready to abandon ship
as she was skillfully massaged between her
thighs.
"Do you like that?" he purred. "Does it feel
good?"
"Yeah-huh," Buffy nodded. "Very good. SO
damn good."
She was nearly beyond the power of speech,
reduced to monosyllabic words.
"And...if I do this?" He found the sweet spot
with the tip of one finger, rubbing it firmly. "Or
this..."
There was sliding pressure inside of her, making
her body jerk with instant response.
The pressure left, only to return immediately.
Over and over. Faster...harder...deeper...until
she knew that she was about to....
Release hit her hard, and her head snapped
back, impacting painfully on the hard tile
wall.
"OUCH!" she yelped as her eyes flew
open. "That..." Her jaw dropped when she
saw that she was alone in the shower. "..hurt?"
She looked down, and her cheeks flamed
scarlet when she saw that the arm around
her waist was hers. Not to mention the fingers
between her legs.
"Great," she panted, rolling her eyes. "Just
perfect."
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TBC
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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!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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