Buffy glanced up as Spike and Angel ambled back into the bedroom, still caught up in their conversation.
“So how are you really doing?” Cordelia asked perceptively, watching the blonde girl's faraway look.
Her face fell. “Spike asked me out last night. I'm...not sure if I can do it.” She glanced down at the baby in her arms, the corners of her mouth lifting a little as he blinked his eyes.
“Why not?” the brunette asked curiously.
Buffy shrugged. “Aside from the whole porn thing, I'm...Well, I consider myself monogamous, I guess. I just wouldn't be comfortable sharing partners.” She sighed, sitting down in the rocking chair next to the bed. “If I wasn't attracted to him this would work out for me. If he hadn't asked me out this would be the perfect job.”
The other woman gave her a sly smile. “Angel was like that, too. I'm surprised he's being such a dick, but I think it's just the Angel-Spike dynamic. They always were kind of assholes to each other. And really, no offense, Angel always has a backup model when it comes to Spike. That piece of shit has scared every one away, except for maybe the ones who didn't have much of a brain to begin with...”
Buffy pouted, slouching in the chair.
“Hey, no sticking out that lip! Not when you're holding my cute baby,” Cordelia said, playfully narrowing her eyes. She winked.
She laughed, feeling more at ease. “Thanks, Cordelia.”
The other woman smiled back at her. “Call me Cordy.”
Angel gave Spike a knowing look. “Come in on Monday. Faith'll be worth your while.”
When Spike decided it was time for them to go, Buffy couldn't help but notice the way he kept clenching his jaw. She kept quiet until they were back at his apartment. He sank down on the couch and stared emptily at his blank television screen. He noticed her awkwardly standing beside him and gestured her over, taking her hand in his as she came in front of him. He tugged her across his lap, sighing deeply into her neck.
“Your conversation with Angel didn't look very happy,” she commented cautiously.
He sucked his teeth. “The guy's a berk.”
Buffy smiled a little. “Still don't know what that means.” He seemed to withdraw within himself again, and she nudged him gently with her shoulder. “What did he say? Was it...was it about the new girl?”
“Yeh,” he said bitterly, “he scheduled her an' I to shoot a scene on Monday.”
She tensed in his arms. “Oh.” She pushed off his lap, crossing her arms to her chest and waiting for the shit to hit the fan.
Spike sighed and crooked his finger. “Come back here, please.”
“Are you going in on Monday, then?”
He grit his teeth. “Yes, to talk to him when he's not trying to show off his manly feathers to his wife. Din't we talk about this, luv? We came to the conclusion that we'd both leave if we were made uncomfortable, did we not? Now please come here so I can make us both feel better.”
Buffy bit her lip and settled back into his lap. When he slipped his hand up her shirt, she put hers over his. “No.”
“What's wrong, luv?” he asked gently, removing his hand to rub it up and down her back instead.
She took a deep breath. “I don't...I don't like the idea of us having sex to make us both feel better. It just...don't take this the wrong way, but the fact that we do it in front of a camera to make a living kinda makes it seem less special.”
“Wish I could change your mind about that,” he said, sounding bitter.
Buffy tensed. “Can you honestly tell me that the way you touched me when we first had sex had any significant meaning to you? Or was it some...some kind of shortcut that you use to facilitate the shoot? 'Gee, Buffy looks uncomfortable! Lemme act like a total sap so she's putty in my arms!'”
Spike sighed, threading his fingers through hers. “I din't want you to be uncomfortable, believe it or not.”
“But were you looking at that through a business perspective or did you really...do you truly...do you care about me? Did you then? Before you called me a piece of meat?”
“Buffy, look at me.” He cupped her face in his hands when she turned her head to look at him head on. “M'sorry I made you feel that way initially. It was all an act, that misogynistic shit I spewed out. All the girls who'd come through those doors at the agency thought this was the easy way out: 'Maybe if I jus' lie on my back I'll have it so easy for the rest of my life! Fuck tryin', fuck my self-respect!'”
She glared at him. “Isn't that misogynistic in itself? Why do you get to decide what's a good career choice for someone or not?” Tears sprang to her eyes. “Is that something you thought about me?”
“No, luv...” he said pleadingly when she stood from his lap again.
“Don't lie to me,” Buffy gritted out, staring at him. “You don't just get to say words and not take responsibility for them.”
Spike clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and counted to five. “The reason I went to talk to Angel is because I knew that you were already uncomfortable with the idea of us havin' sex with other people, an' this is before another person was even brought into the picture. I wanted to try to convince him to fire her, because I care about you, because I care about what you think an' what makes you feel safe an' unsafe. I knew...I knew once I saw those tears after all that bullshit I spewed out that you were not the kind of person I assumed you would be, an' that's my fault, an' now I have to deal with the consequences. I lost your trust from the beginning because I made it that way, an' I'm sorry. I don' think I'll ever be sorry enough.”
Buffy burst into tears.
“Please come here,” he begged.
She sank into his waiting arms, whimpering when he kissed her gently.
Spike picked her up easily and carried her to his bedroom. He settled her down on the mattress and wasted no time in sliding his arms around her. “My lovely girl. I'd never intentionally hurt you.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.
“Wh...what about you?” she hiccuped.
He smiled at her gently. “What about me?”
“I didn't...I didn't even ask you if this is the way you earn your living. I didn't even think about what it'd do to you if you sacrificed this job for me, a-and so early in our r-relationship. I don't want it to be something you regret.”
Spike chuckled. “I do this on the side, luv, an' only because Angel asked me to. All those papers I had on the coffee table the night I first brought you to the apartment...that's the way I make my livin', mostly. M'an accountant at City Hall, an' my da' is my boss. I swear to you that if I up an' leave the agency it won' be a loss to me. As I said, I think that ponce an' I are at the end of our tether anyway. You got a guy who's been directin' me where to stick my dick for almost four years, you start to feel a li'l outta control. Felt like I was married to a pimp.”
Buffy sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I thought this would be quick and easy,” she admitted. “Do a couple shoots, make money, be on my way, finally become the legal guardian of my little sister...”
“Wait, whoa,” Spike said, sitting up.
She bit her lip. “Dawn is fifteen. My mom passed away and I wasn't making enough money to be her guardian at eighteen, so they put her in a foster home. Thankfully she's only been in one, and the couple is really, really, really nice. She got so incredibly lucky. We heard all these terrifying stories about foster parents who are just really shitty people. And she got to stay in our hometown, which made things a little easier for her. She got to stick around with her classmates, and she has some of my close friends around to watch over her.”
“Why don't I--”
Buffy quickly shook her head. “Please don't offer me money. I really want to be able to earn this myself, for her and me. Even if it's porn, it's still legitimate because I made the effort. It's...kinda been my mecca for the past four years.” She laughed, sounding a little incredulous.
“What?”
She shrugged and sighed. “We fight like we've been married for years and we're nearing a divorce.”
“Haven' even taken you out on a real date,” he teased.
She grinned. “So what if we're going a little backwards?”
Spike barked out a laugh and hugged her again.
~
“Do you want to come with me?” Spike asked gently, tucking a strand of hair behind Buffy's ear.
She shook her head, lifting her arms above her head to stretch. “I'm okay.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
Buffy smiled sleepily, nodding. “Yeah.”
Spike left for the agency Monday morning, feeling unsure. The front door was unlocked, so he made a beeline for Angel's office. He turned the door knob and kicked it open with the toe of his boot, freezing when he saw a dark haired young woman leaning against his boss' desk. Spike froze, seeming paralyzed as she stepped forward and knelt on the floor at his feet, undoing his pants zipper.
“Hi,” she murmured with a knowing smirk, taking him into her warm hand.
He shook his head. “Stop.” He pushed her hand away, growling in annoyance when she only returned it to its previous position. “Where the hell is Angel?”
Faith gave him a saucy smile, licking her red stained lips as she massaged his balls. “He told me you'd come straight to his office. Said you might need a little convincing.”
Spike cursed the other man, choking when she squeezed his dick. Without warning she had him all the way down her throat, swallowing once, twice, three times before pulling back and gagging. The bleach blond shook, groaning as she slid her mouth down on him once again. He could hear the sound of her undoing her belt and then she was shoving her hand down the front of her pants, fucking herself with her fingers as she gagged on his growing penis.
He finally got a hold of himself. “Stop,” he gasped, jerking backward.
She smiled, a trail of saliva dripping from her lower lip. “Your mouth says 'no' but your dick says, 'Fuck, yes, more please!'” She stood up, pushing her jeans down her hips and kicking them across the room. “C'mere, lover. I see you need a little more convincing.” She was neatly shaved and bare, her slit dripping with her arousal just from sucking him off. “Lemme ride you 'til you pop like warm champagne. Can't hardly wait 'til I feel you shooting your jizz inside me.” She gasped as she spread her legs a little to toy with her clit, shoving three fingers inside and whimpering before opening her eyes and stepping closer to the gawking man.
Spike finally managed to get a hold of himself. He growled and slipped his erection back into his jeans, groaning as he zipped up. Nary a word left his lips as he swung around and went back out the door, Faith's laughter echoing down the hall as he practically leapt down the stairs.
His dick chafed against his zipper and his hands shook as he mounted his bike again. He sped all the way home, and couldn't even recall how he'd gotten there so fast. When he stepped into his bedroom he found Buffy fast asleep in the middle of his bed. He went directly to the bathroom to jump into the shower and jerk off. After cleaning himself off he returned to the bedroom, the towel wrapped tightly around his waist.
Buffy was up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “How'd it go?” she asked tiredly.
Spike sighed, tugging his towel off and rubbing it over his head. “They fuckin' tricked me.”
She froze, fully awake now. “What?”
“I walked into Angel's office and the bint was there waitin' for me. Wasn' long 'fore she was on her knees and takin' me out of 'er pants. M'sorry, luv. I tried to get away as fast as I could.”
“Fast as you...” she trailed off, staring at his limp dick.
“I should've known Angel would plan somethin' fucked up like this,” he growled. “She got as far as puttin' me in her mouth an' then the shock wore off an' then I tore outta there.”
“Hey,” Buffy piped up when he began to pace. When he didn't stop, she reached out her hand. “Spike, come here.”
He made two more rounds around his bedroom before coming to the bed, sighing.
“Thank you for being honest with me,” she said gently, taking his hand in hers.
Spike sighed, laying his head on her chest. “Don' know how much I want you,” he said, sounding resigned, “how much I want to do right by you.”
Her bottom lip trembled. She shoved a tear away with the back of her hand. “Spike...”
He didn't reply, circling his arms around her waist and burying his face in her throat.
Buffy swallowed. “Angel wanted me to come in today.”
Spike nodded, his lips pressed to the skin of her neck. “I'll take you.”
He remained in bed for a moment while she took her shower. When he heard her humming he found himself smiling and rising from the bed to toast them some waffles. She appeared out of the shower in nothing but one of his towels, and he purred as he set a plate down on the counter.
“Are you hungry?” he asked with a smirk.
Buffy blushed when he sat down on a kitchen chair and tugged her on his lap. He dipped his hand down the front of the towel, cupping her sex. She moaned, moving against his hand.
“I've got somethin' that'll fill you up nicely,” Spike said, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He finger fucked her until she came, and then used her juices to slather his dick before sitting her on his cock. “How's that?” he slurred.
Buffy came again. “So good!” she screamed, moaning as she met each of his upward thrusts. She squeezed, causing him to yell and explode inside her.
He kissed her long and hard, cupping her breasts and massaging a nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do you want more?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “But...it's almost time to go,” she protested.
“Don' you worry none,” he murmured into her ear, carrying her to the living room and depositing her on the couch.
They arrived at Angels Agency an hour and forty-five minutes late. Angel was glaring at them from behind his camera, filming a solo shoot with Faith.
Angel scowled, turning off the camera. “About damn--”
Buffy stomped onto the set, yanking the purple dildo out of Faith's hand. She shoved her so she was lying supine on the bed. Faith gasped as the blonde roughly shoved two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, then leaned down to give her nipple a harsh nip. The brunette gave a sharp cry, then smiled.
“Was wondering when you were gonna come to the party,” Faith hummed, pressing her mouth to hers.
She sucked on her bottom lip hard enough to bruise it. “Shut up,” she snarled, pushing her onto her hands and knees before driving the slick sex toy up her cunt from behind.
Angel looked slack-jawed. He shot Spike an incredulous look, who smirked, shrugged, and unzipped his jeans. The dark haired man rolled his eyes as his friend blatantly began to tug at his dick.
“You should prob'ly be filmin' this,” Spike said casually as he rubbed his precum all over the head of his cock.
“What, you're not gonna go over there?” Angel asked incredulously.
“Nah. She's having fun.”
The dark haired man rolled his eyes as he approached the camera again. “I don't fucking get you.”
He grinned. “Lucky for you, that's not your job.”
Angel shook his head. “I don't know why I even try.”
“Makes your day less boring, maybe,” Spike said with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Ooh,” he said as Faith got the upper hand. He sauntered onto the set. “Do you require assistance there, sweetheart?” he asked, saccharinely sweet.
Buffy grunted, glaring at him.
“Was wondering when you'd come on over here,” Faith said coyly, sliding a well-manicured finger between the folds of her costar's wet pussy.
“Upsie daisy, luv,” Spike purred, helping Buffy get on all fours. “F'you don' need any assistance, I could use a hand or two...maybe even your mouth an' tongue.”
Faith buried her tongue in between Buffy's ass cheeks as the blonde girl took Spike into her mouth. She moaned, which made his dick harder.
“Gotta say,” Faith remarked, massaging the other girl's clit, “I didn't think I'd be so fond of your girl. Think I know now why you'd want each other all to yourselves.” She winked.
The bleach blond grinned. “I don' mind sharing from time to time.” He groaned as Buffy swallowed around his erection. “S'this one who needs a li'l bit of convincing.”
“Mmmm, maybe I'm just the one to do it,” Faith said before burying her long tongue in the other girl's dripping hole.
Buffy cried out, which made her throat open more. Spike took the opportunity to fuck her mouth with gusto. Faith shook her face against her pussy, reaching in between her legs to pinch her clit. The blonde girl couldn't help but tremble—she'd never been eaten out by a girl before, and now she had a clue as to why lesbians had so much fun. They knew where everything was and what made one each other tick! And ohhhhh, was she ticking....
Spike couldn't help it anymore. She was sucking so delectably on his dick that he came without warning. The feel of his hot cum pouring down her throat set her off, too, and Faith licked every drop from between her nether lips.
“How's that for a cause and effect lesson?” Faith asked with a smirk. She pulled her in for a kiss, tasting Spike on the other girl's tongue. “Mmmm, your guy tastes delicious. Might need to convince you a little harder to share him.”
Buffy blushed. “I-I--”
Spike smiled at the two girls, relieved that this was going so well. He turned to Angel just as the other man stopped rolling, zipping up his pants. “Gotta get home now, mate. Red Wings are playin' The Bruins.”
Buffy was quiet on the way back to his flat. He respected her silence, entangling her fingers with his own at a red light. She sighed and leaned her cheek against his back.
“You hungry, luv?” he asked her as she sank into his couch.
She nodded. He flipped the TV onto ESPN, then went into the kitchen to fix them some dinner. When he came to the living room with two bowls of split pea soup she sat up, watching him place them on the coffee table. He took hold of her hand and guided her onto his lap, removing her camisole.
“Soup's still hot,” Spike said by way of explanation, darting his tongue out to taste a dusky nipple.
Buffy whimpered, rubbing her pelvis against his.
“Did you like what we did today?” he asked softly, running his hands up and down her arms.
She blushed. “Um, it was okay,” she replied bashfully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Were you comfortable?” he pressed on, nudging his nose against the side of her throat.
“Not at first,” Buffy admitted.
“But as we went on?”
“It...It was good,” she said, her tone shy.
He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She gasped as he darted his tongue out to taste hers, kissing her deeply as she rocked in his lap. He slid a hand down in between them to tease her slit through the fabric of her denim shorts. With the other hand he began to undo his zipper, letting her take over when she squeezed his cock in her small warm hand.
He laid her down on her back, pulling her shorts down her legs. She could feel his warm erection pressing against her inner thigh, and she lifted her hips to make more contact.
Spike smirked up at her. “Does baby have a present for daddy?” he purred, cupping her sex.
Buffy smiled back shyly, nodding.
“Let's see what you've brought me,” he murmured, sliding his pointer finger inside her and wiggling his digit against her top wall. “Oh, how warm an' gooey you are.” He brought his finger to his lips and licked it clean. “An' yummy, too, baby. Think daddy's gonna enjoy this.” He flipped them so he was lying on his back and she was straddling his waist. “Go on then. Come sit on my face.”
Buffy could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. Covering her face, she slowly straddled his head.
“Is my sweet bit shy?” he teased, pressing his lips against her clit. He chuckled, taking hold of her hips and darting his tongue out to taste her. “Mmmm, you taste so sweet. Daddy likes.”
Buffy lost it then. She rode his face, gasping and crying out at every swipe of his tongue, every suckle of her clit, the way he shook his face against her highly sensitized skin. He pulled her down so that she was flush against his mouth, reveling in the way she humped his face.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, gripping his hair.
He grinned against her skin. “What is it, pumpkin?”
“I-I--” Her eyes rolled back into her head as he nibbled lightly at her outer folds.
“Know Daddy shouldn't sup at your sweet li'l puss,” he purred. “But I can't help it, luv. You just taste so good.”
Buffy felt like coming right then and there. “D-Daddy, I feel...”
“Was is it that you feel, sweetheart?” he cooed, running his hands up and down her thighs.
“I-I feel so... so empty,” she whispered, blushing.
“Right here?” he asked softly, slipping a finger inside her.
She nodded urgently.
“You want Daddy to fill you up, sweetheart? Is that what you're askin' me? You want to be full of my cock?”
“Please...”
Spike took his cock back out, sliding it against her dewy center. He dipped his head into her glistening cunny only to pull quickly back out, reveling in the feel of her stretching to accommodate him and then tighten up again. “Fuck. Love this. Love the way you feel around me. My sweet little girl... Sit on it. Yes, that's right, swirl your hips. Fuck, that's good.”
He pulled her closer so that she was flush against him, circling an arm around her waist while his hand gripped her hair to tilt her head backwards. She sobbed as he mercilessly pumped inside of her. When he kissed her forehead whilst still moving his hips, she came.
“God, you're perfect,” he groaned as he came inside her, wasting no time in pulling her flush against him despite how they were drenched in each other's sweat.
“You're not so bad yourself,” Buffy giggled, tangling her legs with his.
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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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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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