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This story is dedicated to Allison- for being a truly excellent beta and for other reasons that I’ll explain at the end :-)
Fun at the Circus
This was ridiculous. It was beyond ridiculous- it was absurd. She was a college student, for crying out loud.
When your friends stop by your dorm room and demand that you stop studying and come out with them for a night of fun, how do you say no?
Even if there is a rather pressing term paper that was currently stressing her out and the fact that her friends had dragged her here of all places.
‘Aren’t nights out with the girls supposed to consist of keg parties and boys? Not elephants and tightrope walkers.’
“Having fun, Buffy?” Willow asked, looking around the group of girls and smiling at her friends as they sat in the stands.
“Yeah,” she said in a soft voice, putting an unconvincing smile on her face. “This is great. Much needed night of fun for Buffy.”
Willow smiled, obviously appeased by the comment as she turned to talk to Tara and Anya.
“Pretty lame, isn’t it?” Cordelia whispered to her, laughing when Buffy’s eyes widened at the disbelief of the situation.
“You could say that,” she whispered back to her friend, not wanting to hurt the other girls’ feelings by letting them know she wasn’t having a good time. “When did a research paper sound more appealing than a night of kiddy fun?”
“Well,” Cordy responded. “If it wasn’t for the complete lackingness of all things male, this night wouldn’t be a total loss. You and I should cut out early and hit the Bronze.”
“Sounds good, but I don’t want Willow and Tara to know that we don’t like their choice.”
“True,” Cordy said with a sigh, turning back to watch the woman riding the bareback horse around the ring, honestly impressing the two women with her flexibility and gymnast moves as the horse never slowed down. “How’s things with you and Angel?” she asked after a moment, suppressing a smile when Buffy snorted.
“Over,” she replied. “Finished, finis, done. Let’s just say he wasn’t exactly the man I thought he was.”
“I get that,” Cordy replied.
Glancing around the open tent, Buffy rolled her head around on her shoulders, trying to ease the building tension. “I think I’m going to have a look around,” she said after a moment.
“Want me to come with?” Cordy asked, glancing over at her friend.
“That’s alright,” she said, shaking her head as she stood up. “Just need to stretch my legs a little bit- I’ll be back.”
Walking down the steps of the stadium, Buffy glanced up and met the penetrating eyes that were watching her every move. Slowly walking toward the concession stand, her gaze never left the man as she approached.
“What can I get you?” he asked with the sexiest accent she’d ever heard.
Biting her lip as she leaned across the counter, Buffy decided this might be a chance to liven up her night. “What are you offering?” she asked with a coy smile.
Arching an eyebrow at the young woman, Spike leaned against his side of the counter and gave her an irresistible smirk, willing to play along. “Anything you might want, pet.”
Feeling her temperature practically skyrocket, Buffy took a deep breath. This would be the perfect opportunity to get over Angel and still have a good time…if she was Faith.
‘But you’re Buffy,’ she reminded herself with a mental sigh. ‘You don’t do that.’
“Diet Coke, please,” she said, losing her nerve as she watched the man briefly narrow his eyes on her before nodding. Waiting until he set the beverage in front of her, Buffy looked into his eyes again, feeling a magnetic pull to be close to him. ‘Resist, Summers,’ she thought, reaching for her purse…and finding nothing.
“Damn it,” she muttered, looking around before realizing that she’d left it in the stands with Cordelia and the other girls. She wasn’t thirsty and had no plans to stop by the concession stand… until she had seen the hottie who was working.
“Don’t worry about it, pet,” Spike replied, seeing her dilemma. “This one’s on the house.”
“Really?” she asked with a soft smile, surprised at his generosity.
“Well, it’s not my preferred way to buy a lady a drink, but since this is far from a club or a bar, it will have to do,” he said with a smile of his own.
“Thanks,” she said, offering her hand. “I’m Buffy.”
“Spike,” he replied, tugging her close and leaving a soft kiss on the back of her hand, resisting the chuckle as she blushed. “Well, Buffy…I have a break coming up. Care to join me?”
Her body was practically warming from the inside out, the underlying meaning of his words clear.
Not giving her brain a chance to think, she gave him a dazzling smile. “Love to.”
Arching an eyebrow in slight disbelief that she had taken him up on his offer, Spike quickly motioned to the other employee that he was leaving before hopping over the counter. Buffy abandoned her soda as he took her hand, leading her through the tent. He could practically feel the sparks between them as his fingers threaded with her own.
Stopping at the more secluded edge of the stands, Spike’s eyes briefly widened when Buffy pulled him underneath the collapsible bleachers, pulling them further away from the crowds.
Smirking when she pushed him against the solid siding, Spike couldn’t help but chuckle as he shook his head. “So, Goldilocks, live around here?”
“Here for college,” she replied, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes that nearly had him spinning them around and taking the control back. “You?”
“Been traveling with them since the season started. This is our last stop, and then it’s back to L.A.” Buffy gasped when Spike pivoted on his heel, spinning them around and gently pushing her against the flat surface. “And,” he said with a slow drawl. “Now that we’re here…what are you planning on doing?” he asked, giving her a smile when her eyes briefly widened before a grin settled on her own lips.
“What if I said ‘you’?” she replied, tilting her head to study his reaction.
Closing her eyes and letting her body willingly arch against his when she felt his lips on hers in a punishing kiss, Buffy eagerly kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck as Spike’s hands trailed along her back, settling briefly on her hips.
Pulling away breathlessly after a moment, he tilted his head to study her reaction. “Can’t say I’ve ever done this before, pet,” he said, breathing heavily. “Not like this, anyway.”
“Me either,” she replied, grabbing the lapels of his duster and pulling him to her for another passionate kiss.
Unsure of whether she jumped to straddle his hips or he lifted her, Buffy soon found her body intimately pressed against his and practically craving more contact. She never knew feelings like this could exist inside of her. There was a primal need that was practically screaming for her to claim him as her own.
Reaching between their bodies, Buffy quickly dragged the zipper of his jeans down, moaning against his lips when his cock sprang out to her hand. Her entire body was aching for him, and she was unwilling to give herself a chance to question its need as she brushed the fabric of her thong away before thrusting her body against his, burying him inside of her.
Pulling away to look at her with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, Spike was unable to stay still as he pushed her more forcefully against the wall. Breathing deeply to try and get his emotions under control, he slowly eased out of her body before pushing back in, grinding his hips against hers and eliciting a shriek of pleasure that was covered up by the crowd cheering for whatever act was on.
The calming affect that they had on each other was almost overwhelming. Her stomach clenched as a tremor of anticipation shot through her when he began to move inside of her, still looking at her in amazement.
Breathing heavily and feeling more turned on by the fact that someone could stumble across them at any time, Buffy eagerly moved her hips with his, rising up and sinking down onto him, feeling a feminine thrill rush through her as she continued to ride him, realizing she was the one who was causing him so much pleasure.
Using his shoulders for leverage, she gasped when Spike’s hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place as he began to plunge into her.
Nearly losing control when he felt Buffy’s teeth clamping down on his neck as she tried to control her screams of satisfaction. Pulling back with a shudder as he slammed into her, she could see the emotions playing on his face. Emotions that she never expected to see expressed for her…especially not from a guy she just met.
Reaching behind her to find something stable to hold onto, her inner muscles clenched around him when she felt his hands slip beneath her tank top and give one of her nipples a light twist. “Again,” she whispered, seeking her release as he repeated the gesture.
Moving her hips with his, she couldn’t keep the soft keening sounds to herself anymore as he came in contact with her swollen clit on every thrust.
Spike could feel her trembling in his arms, knowing that she was close. Practically ripping the tank top away from her body, he eagerly latched onto a nipple, smiling against her skin when he heard her cry out, her fingernails digging into his back.
‘More, more, more,’ she thought, closing her eyes and meeting each of his thrusts with her own, letting her fingers twine through his hair, holding him in place.
Finally slamming against her with such strength that the bleachers shook from the force, Spike pulled back to look into her eyes as she neared her climax. He knew she was too far gone to know or want anything but her release. Seeing her eyes widen before slamming shut, Spike briefly smiled when he heard her soft words.
“Spike…I….oh God, Spike…”
Trailing off with a scream, her muscles contracted around him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
The animalistic noises that she was making, combined with her screams, in spite of the fact that they were far from alone, nearly had him exploding as he finally climaxed, shuddering against her as he let the tremors race through him.
Holding her tight against his body as he struggled to make his eyesight focus, Spike blinked away the stars he was seeing.
“Wow,” he muttered against her skin. “That was just…wow.”
“Yeah,” she murmured breathlessly, pulling back to look at him.
The very moment that it all seemed to catch up to her was pinpointed to Spike as he watched her eyes widen with clarity.
“Oh, God,” she whispered softly, looking down to see their bodies still joined together. “You and I…we just…”
“Had the first of many repeat performances, I hope,” Spike said with a smile.
“B-but we didn’t even…”
Eyes widening with the train of thought, he swallowed. “I’m clean, Buffy,” he said softly. “And you?”
Breathing a sigh of relief, she nodded. “Not exactly responsible, huh?” she asked with a sheepish smile, blushing when he slowly lowered her to the ground, allowing them to each straighten their appearance. “Gotta admit- circus sex was definitely not on the agenda today.”
Laughing with her, Spike reached out to gently caress her cheek. “This is definitely new to me, too,” he said with a nervous smile. “And I don’t think I want it to end.”
“You don’t?” she asked, biting her lip.
“No,” he replied, shaking his head.
“Me neither,” she whispered, closing her eyes when his lips brushed against hers in a tender kiss. “L.A.’s not that far,” she said softly.
“Well worth it, especially if this is the end result,” Spike said with a smile that Buffy returned. “Not exactly the way I usually pick up women, but I’m not going to complain.”
“Yeah, well,” Buffy replied breathlessly. “Not exactly my style either. Could be worse, I guess,” she continued with a shrug, trying to smother her laughter when she saw his confused expression. “I meant that you were working the concession stand. Imagine if I’d had the same reaction to some other situation. I mean…you could have been a clown…”
THE END
A/N This is a weird PWP. I’m very aware of that fact. And to let everyone in on the joke that brought it about- I was having such a stressful time writing the most recent chapters of Broken that I told Allison I needed to have a story that was pure fluff. I mentioned that I should write one where Spike was a clown (everyone take a minute with that visual) and said that I would love to be able to write a ‘circus sex’ story. And thus- this story was born :-) I just couldn’t put Spike in a clown suit. It would just be…wrong. I’ve never done PWPs, mainly because I don’t have a lot of confidence in mine, when there are so many great authors who excel at writing them, but this idea was too much fun to pass up. Hope you enjoyed!
