Spike banged his head on the table in the near empty library. He couldn’t take it any more. Finals where tomorrow and he’d studied him-self out. What he wouldn’t give for a smoke, a bottle of jack and some sleep right now. His leather coat was slung over the back of the chair, leaving him in his black pants and a white wife-beater. A silver chain hung across his collarbone and his hair was messy spikes after running his fingers through it so many times in frustration.
He picked up the book and began to read again. Vlad the impaler. He kinda’ liked the guy in a sick way, the man was fucken’ twisted but interesting. ‘Bloke liked the smell of burning bodies while he ate’ Spike thought to him-self and smiled. Man, where there some sicko’s in the world. He put his head down on the table again and felt the fatigue set in.
He jerked awake disorientated and looked at his watch; he’d passed out for more than 2 hours. He smiled, at least he felt rejuvenated. He went to reach for the book he’d been reading and frowned when his hand brought back nothing.
“What the fuck?” he mumbled and looked around, noticing for the first time he wasn’t alone anymore. A small blonde was sitting at the next table, her back to him. He tilted his head. ‘Bloody bint stole my book’.
He stood up and shook off the last of the sleep, taking long forceful strides to the girl’s side.
“Can I have my book back please?”
“No.”
She didn’t even raise her head to acknowledge him, fuck, was he pissed.
“Look, I need it to study for my final, you nicked it from me when I was sleeping, and I don’t think I’m out of line asking for it back miss”
He was truly pleased at his ability to stay polite through the anger he was feeling, until she spoke again.
“No.”
He ripped the book from her hands rapidly and stood there, waiting for her to turn around and say something other than ‘no’. After a few moments he sighed,
“Right then, I’ll be on my way…bitch.”
As he went to walk away a small hand grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and he turned around to look into the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen.
“I’m sorry. I had a bad day and I took it out on a stranger I stole a book from.” Her face remained serious for all of three seconds before she realized how absurd she’d sounded and a smile graced her lips. In that same second Spike found himself incapable of not returning it.
“S’alright kitten…look, if you really need it I know most of what I need to, I can wing the rest for the exam tomorrow.”
The smile disappeared from her face and he wondered how he’d managed to offend her while trying to be nice.
“Did I say something wrong?”
She shook her head and he noticed the glaze in her eyes that signaled she was about ready to cry. “No…no you didn’t. Sorry, I’m just a bit out of it and you’re really sweet. Probably about to start my period or something” she added with a tiny giggle.
Spike couldn’t help but laugh. “Most girls aren’t comfortable about talking about their monthlies to strange men”
She smirked, “Most girls aren’t comfortable about stealing books from sleeping men and yet here we are.”
God she was fucken adorable, Spike found himself mesmerized.
“Coffee.”
“What about coffee?”
“Have some with me tonight.”
She smiled, “No.”
He turned his face away, how could rejection from a stranger hurt?
“But tell you what, how about we study together?”
“I’d like that pet, do you wanna stay here?” Relief flooded through him, he had a chance.
“Not at all, I find libraries eerie.”
“Where to then?”
“Are you a rapist?”
Spike’s shouted and disgusted ‘NO” seemed to appease her.
“My place ok?”
He couldn’t help but smirk, “Sounds lovely…..um, what’s your name?”
She held out her hand, “Buffy, Buffy Summers.”
“Spike Calendar, charmed.” He kissed her hand and she laughed.
“Charmed huh? Well, you’re certainly charming.”
He smiled obnoxiously.
“Too bad my parts are like yours huh.”
Spike blanched visibly and dropped her hand like it had burned him. “You know I think I was supposed to meet somebody else.” He choked out while backing away.
Buffy threw her head back and laughed. “I was just bringing your pompous ass down a notch tiger, relax. My parts would fit…” she paused to visibly glare at his crotch “just right with yours.” His erection grew. She added “though it might be tight”
And with that she sashayed past him expecting him to follow, which he did without hesitation. Spike thanked the heavens for letting him meet this spitfire. There was something about this girl he needed to be around tonight. As he watched the low rise jeans cling tighter every-time she took a step forward and the way her toned back looked in that red halter top he knew exactly what he needed tonight.
Not 15 minutes later they where at her door. A cozy two level house, apparently all hers too. Not a soul to worry about.
Spike smiled as she dropped the keys.
“Nervous kitten?”
She turned to look at him, REALLY look at him. She took in his amazingly blue eyes, his cheekbones, the toned muscles of his arms. Then she laughed.
“No, I’m not nervous.”
“What is it then?”
“I’m sexually frustrated.”
He was speechless for a few seconds before a leer settled on his face.
“Anything I can help with?”
A blunt ‘yes’ made his eyes widen, he had to swallow a growl when she added, “Too bad I have so much studying to do.” and walked into the kitchen to start making them some hot chocolate. When she’d poured out two cups and set them on the table she told him to sit on the couch while she went to change.
Spike silently plead to the gods to let her come out in lingerie while he eyed the pictures on her walls.
So she’d been a cheerleader; that was hot. She seemed to have a lot of pictures of a goofy looking brunette boy and a cute red-head, her closest friends he assumed correctly.
When she came back in he looked and smiled. It wasn’t lingerie but gone from her face was the make-up that she had worn and in its place the most beautiful skin he’d ever seen. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she donned a gray tank with matching joggers. Fuck lingerie, this girl was gorgeous in workout wear, almost unbearably so.
He smiled, “That look suits you.”
She grinned back, “Ya, nothing says sexy like the ‘I just cleaned my house’ look.”
“More like just got out of bed.”
“You’re a pig” she said with no distaste in her tone.
He smiled and pulled out the text books.
“Ready?”
“No, but lets get it done anyway” she said with a small laugh.
6 hours later Spike sat unmoving on the couch, a tiny blondes head curled into his lap while he ran his fingers over along her shoulder.
She was touchingly beautiful and trusting. They’d talked on and off between the studying, she knew a lot more than she thought she did, he was convinced she would ace the test…probably with a better grade than him. There was something hot about a modestly smart chick.
He let his mind wander to his recently ex girlfriend. Drusilla Rayne. Cold hearted bitch and slut. How they’d lasted 2 years was beyond him, he’d wanted out almost 2 weeks in but she seemed to have a hold on him. They’d broken up 3 weeks ago when he’d walked in to find her screwing her roommate, Amy. Why she did he still couldn’t figure out, the girl reminded him of a rat that needed to be caged. Finding a new girl had been the last thing he’d wanted to do but it seemed he was smitten. Not that she was his girl but god, how good he’d treat her if she was. Buffy Summers. Buffy Summers. He loved the sound of her name.
Sleep overtook him after awhile, a smile on his face while he dreamt. A few hours later he woke to the feel of the tiny girl beginning to stir and looked down at her with almost shy eyes.
“Morning princess.” he said softly, almost in a whisper.
He was about to repeat himself thinking maybe she hadn’t heard him when her soft reply reached his ears.
“What are you still doing here?”
His body tensed immediately, “Right then, I’ll be on my way. Just didn’t wanna’ disturb you, you looked happy.”
“That’s not what I meant” she said with a small giggle, “I meant you didn’t get laid, didn’t even get a hand-job. By male law shouldn’t I have woken up alone, gone to class and heard rumors about how you did that blond chick in your history class?”
She’d expected him to laugh, or to leave, or to simply ignore her. She didn’t expect what she heard next.
“Why would I hurt you?” she couldn’t even bring herself to shift her head slightly to face him, her response quick.
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because I’m not him.”
“Not who?” she asked confused.
“Not the asshole that did any of that to you.”
Buffy tensed, okay, so it was pretty obvious she’d been hurt but still, this guy was saying all the right things at all the wrong times. She couldn’t let anyone into her life right now romantically could she? No, she’d just been dumped and embarrassed publicly when the guy had announced to her classmates she was barely worth the money spent on getting her a coffee.
“You have a penis.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes I do.”
“Then you’re just like him.”
He sighed, “You mind sitting up so I can get my coat and leave?”
She did as asked and watched him put the black duster on, biting her tongue so as not to ask him to stay. When he reached the door he turned to look at her and smiled sadly.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not the one being a bitch” she said with tears beginning to sting her eyes, painful memories too much to bare at 7:30 in the morning.
“No, I’m sorry someone made you this way.”
“What do you really care about a girl you met last night who you barely know?” she said sarcastically, surprised when he sat on the stairs that led upstairs and turned to answer her.
“I know you’re name is Buffy Summers. I know education wise we have the same interests or we wouldn’t be in the same class and I know you’re much more intelligent than you think. I know you look stunning with make-up on but gorgeous without it, I know you look better than anyone else I’ve ever seen in jogging pants. I know you make little sighs when you’re sleeping and that your brow creases when something you’re seeing in your dream troubles you. I know that when you feel a hand rub your back you calm down enough to smile a l’il bit. I know you like hot chocolate but without the l’il marshmallows, which is insane by the way and I know that you’ve been hurt so bad that because I didn’t try to pull a fuck and run I’m the bad guy.”
He stood up to leave and stopped when she spoke.
“I know you’re name is Spike Calendar, I know you snore a l’il bit cuz’ I heard you in the library. I know you don’t mind going home with strange girls, but then I don’t think many guys would. I know you frown when you think you have an answer wrong only for it to turn out to be right, I know you have this whole big bad persona thing going that doesn’t mesh with how you act at all. And I know you have the nicest eyes I’ve ever seen. But you are wrong about something.”
“What’s that pet?”
“You’re not the bad guy because you didn’t pull a ‘fuck and run’, as you so beautifully put it.”
“So why am I then?” he asked, curious.
“You’re the bad guy because I’ve known you for like 12 hours and I like you.”
He frowned slightly. “That doesn’t sound fair.”
“It isn’t.”
He waited a beat to see if she’d say anything, when she remained quiet he stood a little taller and left, closing the door softly behind him. He stayed long enough to hear her begin to cry softly before leaving.
“Poor girl” he thought to himself as he walked away, lost in thought.
Buffy rubbed her tired eyes and stretched, she had needed a good cry. She had regretted her conversation with Spike the second he had walked away but had been unable to pull herself off the couch to go after him for the life of her. Her emotions had finally gotten the better of her and she’d cried out the pain she’d been holding in for too long. Even if she never spoke to him again he had helped her, she hoped life would be good to him. He seemed more than deserving of being happy.
After a quick shower she decided to head out for a run, noticing that he’d left the book for her to use. She sighed, the exam was in three hours, she’d have time for a short run and time to return it before the final at 3:00.
The second she opened the door she smiled.
Spike had made it all the way to his car before turning around and going back to sit on her front porch. Something about that girl drove him crazy and he needed to know if she was gonna’ be okay. Once he made sure she was he would leave he promised himself.
“Hi.”
He lifted his head and nodded, “Just wanted to make sure you where okay.” he said softly and stood up.
She closed the door behind her and sighed, keeping the smile on her face though. “You know I’m really not. Turns out I really like taking it out on you though.”
He graced her with a tiny chuckle, “Seems like, don’t mind it much though.”
“And why is that?”
“I don’t have the answers to everything kitten, I just know that there’s something about you that I like.”
She eyed him for a moment than laughed, “Is it the fact that I’m practically naked and standing in front of you?”
He gave her the once over, looking at her tight shorts and sports bra. “It might play a part.”
She swatted him playfully. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
“No need to be sorry, can I ask for a massive favor though?”
“Sure” she said uneasily.
He smiled, “Every Saturday night I play at the Bronze. I’m not gonna’ give you my number, or ask for yours. You don’t seem quite ready for that, I’m gonna’ ask you to remember where I am Saturdays, and I’m gonna’ ask you to promise to come see me if you ever want to. Whether or not it’s for coffee, or a chat, or even just to give me a smile. Can you promise me that?”
“That I can do.” she answered softly.
“Thank you” he said and walked to his car, while she stood there watching him leave. She had to smile as the sex pistols blared to life and he peeled away.
Spike kept an eye out for her in the halls after the exam but didn’t see her. God, what he wouldn’t do for just a glimpse. After a half an hour he left, 5 minutes too early to see the girl with honey blonde hair step out and look around for someone.
Buffy smiled as Willow chattered around her, excited about Buffy meeting her new girlfriend Tara. Buffy had to admit she was excited, it had been a month since exams had finished and with all the extra hours she was working at the gym she’d barely had time for herself. Let alone Spike. She was dying to see him, even just to get a look into those soulful blue eyes.
Her hair hung straight, a few inches past her shoulders. She’d gone for a sultry look that night, black eyeliner gave her eyes a smoky effect and a touch of gloss coated her lips. Black leather pants and a matching halter with black sandals completed the look. She found herself hoping he liked it. Found herself hoping he remembered her. He had been on her mind since the day she’d seen him drive away and couldn’t help but hope that he was still interested.
Willow looked at Buffy and smiled, “You’re gonna’ be the only one he sees”
Buffy smiled, “I hope so. How can you miss someone you don’t even know Willow?” she asked softly.
“How can you find out if you never talk to him?”
Buffy laughed and swatted Willow with her purse, “Hey, where going to the Bronze, I am going to talk to him, so enough with the trying to be cryptic.”
Willow raised her hands in mock surrender, “All I have to say is that whatever he did made you go from sad Buffy to happy Buffy. Can’t wait to meet him.”
“That’s the thing Willow, he didn’t do anything. Didn’t try anything, I think I needed to remember not all guys are like Parker.” Buffy said with a small smile.
Buffy smiled wide at the nervous girl, she could see she was going to like her. “Pleasure to meet you Tara.”
“Same here Buffy” Tara replied ever so softly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I’ve heard about you too, feels like I know you already, and with the smile that Willow’s had on her face since she met you I have to say thanks for making my friend so happy.”
Tara blushed and looked down; Buffy thought they made a beautiful couple.
Just as Willow got to the table with drinks the band started up. It was a soft beat, and Buffy found herself closing her eyes trying to concentrate on the sound and the lyrics, ignoring everything else.
A soft raspy voice drifted out, it sounded pained. Buffy strained her ears to listen, not trying to see who was playing since Willow had told her it was Dingoes Ate My Baby and she knew those guys from high school, she knew Spike wasn’t in this one. Maybe they’ll come on after she reasoned with herself. What Willow hadn’t told her was that three months ago they’d fired Liam and replaced him for someone much better vocally. Plus it wasn’t uncommon for the Bronze to play up to three different bands in one night.
So she just sat there eyes closed, and let the music wash over her.
I met a girl
She took my breath away
Met a girl
This one said I couldn’t stay
She stole my breath away
I think I could have died the day
I heard her cry behind closed doors
Buffy felt a lump in her throat form, the singer had so much raw passion in his voice it was unbelievable. She got the chills just listening to him.
I’m sure there used to be
A fire in her eyes
That got put out
When it rained those silent cries
I seemed to be the only one that heard
Those whispered words
Cries for help
Behind closed doors
She opened glassy eyes and stood up, signaling to Willow and Tara that she was heading over to the stage, she had to get closer to that voice.
She fell asleep
But got no rest
She tossed and turned
Inside I burned
To help her ease the pain
Will I see her again?
Or is she lost behind those doors?
She pushed her way passed what seemed endless females and a smile spread across her face the moment she saw him. Of course it had been him. Who else could have put such a hold on her?
She noticed his eyes where closed, knew that he felt everything he was singing.
If you see her can you tell her?
I fell in love with tears
That fell from hazel eyes
If you see her can you tell me?
She found her way outside
When the song came to an end she was almost breathless, the song had touched her deeply. She only hoped she was right when she assumed it was about her because if she wasn’t she was about to make a complete ass out of herself.
“SHE GOT OUT” she screamed as loud as she could, people around her looking at her as if she’d lost her mind.
She watched his eyes open slowly, as if afraid to believe he’d heard right, she watched a smile spread across his beautiful face slowly, and she watched as he slowly put down his guitar and walked down the stairs of the stage.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment while he looked at her, drinking her in, begging her silently to make the first move because he didn’t want to frighten her with his advances.
Two steps. All it took was two steps and she was in his arms, clinging to him while he held on as if his life relied on the feel of her. There was no kiss, no words, just that moment that no one else in the world seemed to share but them.
Finally she took a step back and looked up at him. “That song was beautiful”
“It had to be, it was about a girl.”
“Is that right?” she asked with a smile.
“Don’t play coy Miss Summers. I can see through you.”
“Even behind closed doors?”
“Even behind closed doors” he agreed with an uncertain smile.
“Coffee?”
“What about coffee?” he asked with a teasing grin.
“We drink it, at my place, when you’re done the show. If you can make it.” She added shyly.
“I’ll be there.”
She smiled up at him again, “I know.” She went back to her table and enjoyed the rest of her night with the girls, always listening to the sound of Spike’s voice though, his voice kept that smile on her face all night.
When the lights came on and the bouncers asked that everyone leave Buffy said her goodbyes to Willow and Tara and went to the stage to tell Spike she’d be waiting outside for him.
He looked up and smiled, “S’not safe at 3 in the morning to be outside in an alley kitten.”
She laughed, it’s fine, I have 9-1-1 on speed dial and it shouldn’t take you long right?”
He shook his head, “No, 15 minutes max, but still, I’d rather you stay in here.”
“I’ll be fine” she said with a small wave and a smile, thinking it adorable how sweet he looked worried about her.
She got outside and stretched, it felt good to do after sitting down all night.
She took out her cell phone and started to play snakes and ladders on it to bide the time when she heard him.
“Summers, long time no fuck” came the disgusting voice.
She looked up and sighed, “Fuck off Parker; I don’t need this shit right now.”
“Still pissed about the breakup?”
“Not at all, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.” She answered truthfully, thinking about blue eyes and a devilish smirk.
“Sure it was princess.”
Just then the door opened and Spike stepped out, lightning a smoke. “You don’t get to call her that mate.” He said in a menacing tone.
Parker laughed, “Really? What should I call her then? Slut, bitch, whore? Take your pick man.”
Spike sighed, “Be a kitten and hold this would you?”
Buffy took the smoke and smiled, this was gonna be something to remember.
Spike advanced on the slightly taller man, “There’s only one thing you get to call her before this gets ugly.”
Parker sneered. “What’s that? Cunt?”
Spike sighed and punched him in the mouth.
“Wrong, ‘too good for you’. That’s the right answer mate.”
Spike knelt down and raised his fist again over the fallen man, “shall we try again?”
Parker flinched and held his hands out to block any hits, “NO…no, I got it.”
“Tell her” Spike growled.
“you’re too good for me Buffy” Parker almost cried.
“Now run” Spike said in a whisper that promised a lot of hurt if disobeyed, Parker sprang to his feet and took off without looking back.
Spike’s eyes followed him until he was out of sight and then he felt a small tap on his shoulder and when he turned Buffy handed him his smoke.
“Thanks for holding it” he said and took a long drag.
“Thanks for doing that” she said with a tiny smile as a tear fell from her eye. In an instant the smoke was tossed and she was in his arms.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you princess.” He whispered soothingly, running his fingers though her hair.
She laughed, “I’m better than okay, I just can’t believe you stood up for me like that.” She admitted.
He held her at arms length and looked into her eyes, “Of course I did, wouldn’t let anyone talk to my girl that way…even if she doesn’t realize she’s my girl yet” he added with a smirk.
Buffy laughed, “You realize we still don’t know each other right?”
“Yup.”
“you’re strange.”
“You’re beautiful.”
Tentatively she put her hand in his and reveled in the warmth it brought her.
“So, coffee?”
“As long as it’s just coffee and you’re not planning on seducing me.”
She giggled, “And if I was?”
“I’d tell you it was too soon and run out of your house.”
A pause. “Thank you.”
“Take your time with me Buffy; I don’t think I could handle being hurt by you.”
She went to make a quick retort but when she saw the look on his face she knew he’d spoken the truth. She nodded her head in understanding and hand in hand they walked to his car, both excited for that cup of coffee that was at least a month overdue.
There he was again, watching as the beautiful girl lay asleep, her head on his chest. He breathed deep and closed his eyes. Tonight was a good night. They’d talked, they’d laughed, they’d cried (well, she had but he hadn’t minded, really. He wanted the past in the past once they where together, he wanted her to be free of it so that she could be free with him).
He lifted her slightly and repositioned them so that they where lying on the couch instead of half sitting on it, her back leaning on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her and brought the blanket over them, ‘a very good night’ was the last thing he thought as the scent of her vanilla body-wash helped lull him to sleep.
He woke up to the sun shining through the windows and though he knew it had to be disgustingly early he couldn’t think of a better way of waking up than with her curled into him. At some point in the night she had turned so that she was now facing him.
He noticed her squeeze her eyes shut, trying to stay asleep but he wouldn’t allow that, he wanted to see her face when she woke up this time.
“Still here kitten” he whispered and ran his fingers down her cheek softly. A small grin showed on her face and he couldn’t help but lean forward and drop a light kiss onto her forehead.
“You had a good dream?” she asked, eyes still closed.
“Can’t really remember, why?” he asked amused. She shifted slightly and brushed against his erection, her smile widening a fraction.
“Oh, that” he laughed deeply. “No, that comes from waking up next to a beautiful girl in my arms”
A full smile was on her face now and she opened her eyes to look at him, “Oh, I thought that came when I did this.” She said and cupped his bulge softly.
He couldn’t help but groan and thrust into the palm of her hand, his eyes closing in pleasure. “Think where talking about different kinds of coming princess”
She giggled, “Guess so huh?” she said taking her hand away, only to have him catch it and bring it to his mouth for a gentle kiss.
“Playing with fire kitten” he growled playfully.
“Oh, is that why I’m so hot right now?” she asked in a husky whisper.
He growled and she swore to god she got wet from the sound alone.
“Tease.” He managed to say but with a smirk on his face.
“Me?” she asked with doe eyes before jumping up off the couch and laughing down at him. “Sleep some more, I’m going to make us some breakfast.”
“Hmmm, sounds good, can I get a kiss first?”
“No way buddy, I need to brush my teeth first”
He smiled and grabbed her hand. Yanking her back to him, causing her to fall on the couch. “Alright then, but first I owe you.”
“Owe me what?” she asked confused.
He brought her neck to his mouth and bit gently, snaking a hand around her to cup one of her breasts and squeezed it gently, earning him several soft moans.
“For that little game you decided to play with my dick this morning” he whispered seductively in her ear.
She blushed, and for a moment he wondered if he’d gone too far, until she turned to look at him and whispered, “you’ve just started a war you have no chance of winning.”
And with that she jumped up and walked to the kitchen, leaving him stunned.
He called out, “I don’t think it’s rightly fair that you won’t kiss me but you’ll grab my bits.”
He heard her laugh and smiled,
“Suck it up tough guy.”
“Men don’t suck, women do. Men lick…this one does very well.”
He could almost hear her blush and smiled, closing his eyes and loving the way sleep was so easy to come by when he wasn’t driving himself nuts wanting to be with Buffy. Sleep came much easier knowing that she was pretty much his, in his dreams and in the waking hours now too.
He woke up all too soon to the smell of burning toast and eggs and couldn’t suppress his smile.
“At least you tried kitten” he said tenderly as his hands snuck around her waist and he nuzzled her neck.
She sniffed and nodded her head.
“Are you crying?” he asked gently and turned her to face him.
“I don’t know if I can do this Spike.”
He rubbed her arms soothingly, “Do what?”
“This” she emphasized by throwing her arms in the air and pointing first at the ruined breakfast then at him.
He smiled softly, “Why?”
“I’ve never had to make a man breakfast before, I’ve never had to worry about morning breath and bed hair, never had to worry about what to say the morning after.”
He brought her to the table and sat her down, wordlessly cleaning up the small mess before joining her and taking her hands as he sat down opposite her.
“”You never have to worry about making me breakfast, we’re both adults, we can both cook eggs, you’re just nervous. You’re breath is fine, you brushed before you went to sleep and even if you hadn’t, I’m a smoker, mine’s worse. You’re hair looks adorable and everything that you’ve said up until 5 minutes ago was perfect.”
“I teased you” she mumbled.
“I teased you back, and hey, really not complaining about whatever you’ve got to give when you feel okay to give it.”
She seemed to smile a bit before frowning again. “What if in the end it’s not enough?”
“What wouldn’t be enough kitten?” he asked, running his thumb over her hand softly.
“Me, what if in the end I’m not enough?”
Spike let go of her hand and sighed. “Do you really think I’d be here if I thought you didn’t have what I need?”
“No”
“Then why question it over burned eggs?”
She laughed at that and he smiled. “You go shower and freshen up since you’re so worried about your hair and your breath, you let me handle breakfast ya?”
She smiled and nodded before dashing up the stairs and he got to work on what they where going to eat, singing softly while he did.
When Buffy came back downstairs she was in her ‘gonna go for a run’ attire again and Spike wanted to ravage her. She really had no idea how beautiful she was.
She whistled in appreciation, “Thank god I’m going for a run after this or I’d be fat after two weeks of dating you.”
Spike cocked his head at that while he pulled out her chair, the table set with eggs, bacon, pancakes and freshly cut fruits.
“So where dating then?” he asked as nonchalantly as he could.
She looked at him after shoving a mouthful of bacon into her mouth and shrugged. After swallowing she mumbled “if you think that’s okay.”
“I think it’s bloody brilliant kitten” he said and dug into his food, not wanting her to see just how affected he was to have her admit that she was his in a way.
She smiled at his shyness. He was almost too perfect. Good looking, shy, smart, had a beautiful voice, beautiful body; large di…Buffy stopped herself there and finished off her breakfast. When she was done she rinsed her plate and headed for the door. Spike raised his eyes, “You owe me a kiss when you get back, remember!!!”
“We’ll see, towels are in the bathroom and I set out a toothbrush for you...” she opened the door and walked out, “It’s the pink one” she called out before closing the door loudly behind her.
“Minx” he thought with a smile as he put the dishes away then headed upstairs for a shower.
When Buffy returned she could hear the water running and sighed, she needed a hand towel from the bathroom to wipe herself down and didn’t know when he’d be out.
She climbed the stairs softly so as not to cause any noise and tried the door, not locked. The water was still running so she figured her chances of dashing in and grabbing a towel unseen where good.
She held a breath and opened the door slowly. Bending down in front of the cupboard where the towels where she went to snatch one when she felt a hand grip her wrist.
Busted.
She turned to look at her captor and felt her eyes go heavy. He was leaning out of the shower so that only his torso was showing while water ran down his bare skin, following the curves of his chest all the way down to his…
Buffy made her eyes go to his face; she’d never seen him look so serious. Biting his lower lip softly he pulled her in to his chest with the hand that held her wrist and with his free hand he gently took hold of the back of her head. He placed her hand over is heart and she could feel it’s rapid beating, sure her own was just as fast. A rivulet of water fell down his face slowly giving him the appearance of crying and Buffy used a finger to wipe it away softly.
She heard the soft whimper of her name and watched him close his eyes, leaning into her hand, seeking the warmth of her skin. His head was leaning on the cool tiles now, his breathing harsh, eyes only half open taking her in.
With a shaking hand Buffy touched his neck and pulled him in, watching his eyes close slowly she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently to his, hearing the moan escape him. His hand left her hair and traveled to the small of her back, pressing her into his well defined chest, the hand she’d been holding over his heart traveled to his face, bringing him in closer. Her lips parted and she felt his tongue sweep across her mouth so softly she almost doubted it had happened. And then it happened again and Buffy parted her lips, her tongue coming out to meet his briefly before drawing it in slowly. There was no doubt his tongue would follow hers and the quiet intensity with which the kiss had first started grew into a duel between the two of them. Neither one fighting for dominance but both reveling in the feel of their coming together, even if only in a small way.
Spike pulled away softly and rested his forehead on hers, eyes still closed.
“God Buffy…” he left the sentence unfinished, not knowing how to put into words what he’d felt.
“Spike”, it wasn’t a question or demand, it was a statement and when he looked into her eyes he knew what she was saying.
With gentle hands he picked her up and brought her legs around his waist, her hands clinging to his shoulders, neither one noticing or caring that she was still clothed as he closed the shower door behind them and pinned her to the wall.
“Say it again Buffy” he pleaded, his lips finding her neck.
“Spike” she breathed out as her nails dug into his back and he groaned, pushing his erection into her softly so not to scare her. She groaned at the contact and closed her eyes. His lips had traveled down her neck to her collarbone where he was gently nipping, driving her crazy.
Spike pulled back and looked at her, his eyes heavy with lust, “where not gonna’ do anything you don’t want to”
She could only nod in understanding
“Stop me if something doesn’t feel right”
Another nod and his mouth was on her clothed nipple, his hands kneading her ass and gently rubbing her against him.
Spike pulled away again and she whimpered at the loss of contact, “I’ll be right back there in a second kitten, just need better access”
He removed one hand from her ass and brought it up to the sports bra, tugging it gently over her breasts and off her body slowly while she raised her hands to help him.
She had to admire the way he could hold her with one hand and then in a heartbeat his mouth found her nipple and drew it in, his tongue drawing lazy circles around it. She couldn’t help but thrust herself into him, needing the friction his hard-on provided. When she did he bit down gently, groaning into her breast, increasing her arousal ten-fold.
God he was so fucken’ hard it was almost killing him but what he wouldn’t give to die like this. With an angel thrusting into his cock and the soft skin of her breast against his face. He switched nipples and sucked on it urgently. He needed to hear her cum, he would die if she didn’t.
He lowered her legs to the floor softly and ran his hands along the sides of her toned stomach until he got to the waistband of her pants; he hitched his fingers underneath the elastic band and looked at her for permission.
With her eyes still closed she whispered “God please.”
He sank to his knees and began to slowly pull them down, Buffy whimpered, wanting him to hurry.
“Want you to see what I do to you kitten, want you to see how bad I need to make you cum”
She groaned and looked down with hooded eyes. Had this been any other girl he would have smirked, or said something crude, but this was Buffy and God help him but he didn’t know what she’d done to him.
He kissed her hip bones and trailed kissed down both her legs while peeling the soaking wet pants off slowly, not wanting to miss an inch of the beautiful girl, keeping his eyes off the prize not wanting to spoil it by looking to early. No, he wanted to earn the right to eat his girl. With tantalizingly slow licks he made it to her slender ankles, which she lifted a bit to help him get the pants off. When they where gone he licked his way up back to her belly button, the need to taste her almost overwhelming.
“Stay with me kitten, need you to see” he whispered as his tongue snuck out to lick the taught skin of her stomach.
Making sure he kept his eyes on her he made his way to her pussy and growled when he saw it. Freshly waxed into a thin porn strip, Spike looked Buffy in the eyes.
“You’re going to fucken’ kill me pet”
Buffy’s hands found the back of his neck and began massaging the muscles there softly, he purred into her curls, sending a shiver through Buffy’s body.
He took her neglected clit into his mouth, playing with it softly with his tongue, keeping his eyes on hers while he did. When he sucked it Buffy bucked and he grinned against her, “Like that baby?” he asked hoarsely.
“yes” came the softest reply he’d ever heard.
He used his hands to spread her, allowing his tongue access to the one thing it craved more than anything and plunged into her with an almost animalistic need. He lapped and nipped, pinching her clit while he did so, wanting so bad to taste her cum in his mouth. He took a finger and pushed it in softly, curling it upwards with every stroke of his tongue, he didn’t know when his other hand had snuck to his cock but it had and he found himself pumping it in rhythm to his tongue. He felt her walls clench around him and knew it wouldn’t be long, for her at least.
Letting his aching cock go he brought a hand to her face to caress it, surprised when she took a finger into her mouth, sucking on it gently, driving him mad. He wished he had a hand free to get himself off right now but this, this was far more important.
He added another finger to her dripping pussy and dove his tongue in as far as it could go, the taste of her cum hitting his lips and his throat along with the way she was sucking his finger had his eyes rolling back. He stayed there for a while, keeping his fingers and tongue working though slowing down, not willing to miss a second of her orgasm, wanting to giver her as much as he could.
It was when he bit her clit the last time that he got what he wanted as she screamed his name loudly, it almost sounded like a sob. She sunk down next to him, chest heaving, eyes glazed over.
“Spike”
“Buffy” he said trying to put all the things he felt at the moment into his voice.
Before he knew what was happening she’d pulled him up and pinned him against the wall, taking one of his hands and running it over her pussy.
Spike growled into her mouth as she kissed him roughly,
She kissed his way to his ear and whispered, “You’re the only one whose ever done that”
Spike growled again, a fierce pride growing inside him at her admission. “I’m the only one who will Buffy”
She decided to ignore the comment or she just didn’t hear it, either way he needed to know. He pulled on her hair roughly, but not to the point that it ever would have hurt her and forced her to look into his eyes, “Say it Buffy, say I’m the only one”
Her breath came out harshly, “Only one Spike” and when Spike looked down to see why she was panting he lost control. 2 of her fingers where deep in her pussy and she began to rub her clit against his cock.
He turned them so that she was facing the wall, trapped between him and the tiles. One arm snaked around to grab her breast while the other hand rested on top of the one she was using to get herself off.
He’d never been so turned on in his life. His hand jumped between one breast and the next, twisting gently and kneading while his other hand began to guide the movements of the fingers in her pussy.
All the while he whispered in her ear and thrust gently into her backside, needing the friction like she needed to cum again.
“I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you baby, I want you to cum for me baby, can you do that?”
She whimpered in reply and he felt her hand begin to move more quickly and growled into her neck, causing her to grind into his cock harder. He bit down on her neck more roughly than intended and moaned in pleasure when he felt her buck into him.
“I need to taste you again kitten, I want you to switch hands”
She quickly did as told and in an instant he grabbed her now free hand and brought it to his mouth, taking each finger in one by one and lapping it clean, when he was done he brought her hand around to hold the back of his neck.
“Take your fingers out and play with your tits” he ordered his voice husky. She did as was told and he plunged two of his fingers into her pussy again, eyes shutting at the sheer tightness.
She was bucking against him non-stop now and he felt her walls begin to clench again. Keeping his fingers pumping in her he turned her around and sunk to his knees, drawing her swollen clit into his mouth again, smiling slightly at the scream he earned. With his free hand he brought one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, giving him a deeper access. Buffy grabbed onto his shoulders and dug in hard enough to draw small points of blood, he couldn’t care less as her juices flowed into his mouth for the second time that morning and he groaned into her as he lapped greedily, not stopping when she finished cuming, instead going until he was rewarded one last time by the scream of his name and a limp girl panting heavily.
He stood up slowly and brought her into the spray of the warm water, taking a sponge and soaping it up he began to wash her gently. Buffy arched into his touch, still shaking from their first intimate encounters. She could feel the length of his erection pressing against her back and sighed contentedly, imagining what he could do with his dick if he was even a fraction as good with it as he was with his fingers and tongue. And oh god, that voice was gonna’ fucken kill her one day.
She turned around to face him and she was greeted with the sweetest smile she’d ever seen and a soft kiss to her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her in for a hug, “You’re incredible Buffy”
“I didn’t do anything” she said with a small laugh.
He lifted her head from his shoulder, making her look at him. “You let me touch you, it’s more than I could have asked for”, he ran his hand down her face and cupped it, bringing it to him for a passionate kiss. Buffy’s arms slid down his back, leaving nail marks in their wake, until they settled on his ass. With a rough squeeze Buffy pulled Spike to her, his cock brushing against her curls, causing them both to moan quietly.
“Buffy, the things you do to me baby” he whispered as she continued to thrust him softly into her.
She sank to her knees slowly, Spike watching with wide eyes full of awe. His hand went out to press against the wall, giving him support as her tongue flicked out to lick his head. He saw her eyes close and heard her moan, he almost came right there.
“Buffy kitten, you don’t have to….” He was silenced by the feel of his length being sucked into her hot mouth; he let out a strangled fuck and closed his eyes. In an instant her mouth was gone and he looked down in dismay.
“I want you to see what I do to you, what you do to me” she whispered shyly, a faint blush staining her cheeks. He bit his lip and nodded, eyes on her as she took his length into her mouth again and he bucked involuntarily, letting out a long groan. He brought his free hand to the back of her neck, not to speed up the process but to feel her while she did this for him. Her eyes where closed as she repeatedly took him in and he noticed a finger playing with her clit, the girl was insatiable. Fuck he was going to fall in love with this girl he realized as he slid his fingers through her hair and watched her pleasing the both of them. Spike gasped as she swirled her tongue around his head and swore, causing Buffy to smile.
As much as he loved head seeing his girl fixing herself didn’t cut it, “Buffy baby, I want you to stop touching yourself, can you do that for me please?” he begged, desperate to be the only one to get her off. She nodded her head ‘no’, not releasing his cock while looking up at him through lazy eyes.
He banged his head lightly on the tiles in frustration, “You’re killing me Buffy” he whispered trembling.
Her only response was adding a digit to her solo-efforts and he could have cried at how beautiful she looked like that.
He pulled himself out of her mouth and heard her small cry, “S’okay baby, just gonna’ switch positions ya?”
“I don’t want to” she said in a seductive little girl’s voice.
She was still kneeling while he looked down at her, he didn’t even realize he’d begun to stroke himself until he saw Buffy bite her lip and stare.
She really was gonna kill him he thought as her tongue snuck out to lick him with every pump he gave himself, her fingers working furiously in her pussy.
“What if I told you I can’t cum until I’ve made you cum at least one more time?” fuck, he was already addicted to the taste of her.
“I’d tell you to deal” she said with a smile before standing up and pinning his hands above his head, forcing his back onto the cold tiles.
“Keep them like that” she whispered and stood just far away enough for him to see what she was doing. She started by grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing it gently before going on to the next one. His hands itched to grab her but he would listen to her order as long as he could. When her hands started to slide down her stomach to her curls he found himself thrusting into the air gently, almost weeping for contact.
She put one hand on his chest for leverage as she sunk to fingers into her pussy and brought them back to his mouth, he greedily sucked them in moaning at the taste.
“Fuck you taste like honey baby” he panted out with eyes closed.
She put them back inside herself, making sure they were good and wet before bringing them back out to grab his erection. The feel of her juices coating his dick had him thrusting into her hand like a teenager about to cum for the first time and god he loved that she could do that. She brought her free hand up to his nipple and pinched it roughly. “Playing with fire Buffy”
She smiled and did it to the other, her hand speeding up on his thick cock and he broke, he needed to touch her. He grabbed a breast roughly and brought his mouth to it, sucking on it with an urgency he’d never known.
She swatted his hand away and smiled, turning so that her back was to him.
“Bad idea l’il girl” he growled out as his hands came around, one going instantly to her clit, the other sinking three digits into her pussy. Buffy yelled out, she’d never felt this good before. Spike bucked against her roughly, the friction bringing him so close to cumming it was ridiculous. He’d never cum without head or sex before and yet here he was, about to blow his load onto the smooth expanse of her back.
He felt her walls tighten and he lowered them to the floor of the bath, bringing her pussy to his face, letting her ride his tongue ‘till she dripped into his mouth, he lapped at her like he was starving, he could feel her legs shaking as he plunged his tongue into her again and again, losing count of how many times she spent herself into his mouth.
When he was too tired to keep going he finally allowed himself a break, it seemed the demon in him was sated for the time being. Buffy brought herself lower, so that her ass was resting on his cock and she looked down at him.
“You cheated” she pouted
He was about to respond when his eyes flew open again, her mouth swallowing his cock, her hand pumping it furiously.
He couldn’t take much more as her tiny hand snuck down to cup his balls, and he began to mutter.
“Buffy, fuck baby, so good…so fucken hot…I’m gonna cum baby….fuck…FUCK, just like that baby”
Spike’s whole body tensed as Buffy swallowed his load, never stopping the pressure of her mouth on his shaft, only slowing the movements of her hand. He’d never come so hard or so long in his life and it was at least ten minutes later that both of them noticed the water was ice cold, neither one moving from underneath the spray.
will update soon guys, in the meantime, if you wanna share a thought, please do.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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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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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.
Rabbit_moon1
12/23/16 01:12 pm
I donate every month. Please donate to keep this site up!
AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!