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| Cravings - A Break at the Doublemeat Palace | | | | - abc + + | | | Beta'd by Aribelle, Confused Muse
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Buffy happened to look out the window of the Doublemeat Palace just as Spike walked past. Her heart fluttered and then beat like a gong in her chest at the sight of him. She raced out the door after him.
"Spike, wait up." Buffy grabbed Spike by the arm. He turned and looked down at her. The way his eyes caressed her face made her stomach flutter.
"What now, Buffy?" Spike sounded annoyed, but the look he gave her seemed more like he wanted to devour her.
Buffy laced her fingers with his and lead him to her boss's office. The room was dark as was the hall leading to it. She opened the door, led him inside, then shut and locked the door.
As if on cue, the second the bolt of the lock hit home and Spike became predatory as he stepped toward her, Buffy stepped back. Then there was the barrier of the wall at her back that trapped her. Spike braced both of his hands on the wall on either side of her. The movement caused his jacket to fall open.
Buffy's breath caught in her chest. She could stare at his body forever and never tire of the sight. Cool to the touch, hard of muscle defined in his arms, chest, abs and back. Strong jaw line. Perfect cheek bones set high and going forever. Strong hands with long fingers that knew how to touch her and make her crave for more. Narrow hips that fit perfectly between her thighs. Hell even the way his clothes fit him, the way his duster hung on his frame was sexy.
Spike stood silently, looking down at her, smelling her building arousal as she absorbed the sight of him. He knew he was in her blood. Warned her that it would happen. But she wasn't the only one that got to take stock of their partner. Her beautiful, shampoo commercial hair. Her soft, warm skin that burned at his touch. The shape of her breasts. How they filled his hands. Her stomach that fluttered at his touch. Her thighs that wrapped around him and trap him inside her. Her inner and outer strength.
Buffy finally raised her beautiful green eyes up to meet his blue gaze. Spike trailed his fingertips over her face, caressing her cheek. He raised her face up to kiss her. Not a mad rush kiss. An achingly, tender, passionate kiss that he knew would draw out her arousal even more.
Boy, did it work. Buffy gripped the lapels of his duster to pull him against her, opening her mouth to his tongue and deepening the kiss. He opened her work pants and pushed them past her hips, letting them slide down her legs to pool at her feet. He grabbed her panties, ripped them at the hip and pocketed them in his coat. At the same time Buffy unbuttoned her shirt, slowly exposing the swell of her breasts to his sight, and took it off.
Spike stood back to just take in the sight of her gloriously naked in front of him. Buffy wanted his cool body against hers though. She reached out to him to slide his jacket off his shoulders, caressing her fingers down his torso to pull his shirt up. She nearly salivated at the play of muscles under the taut skin when he took the shirt off. Then she went to work on divesting him of his jeans as he kicked his boots off.
Spike pinned her against the wall, kissing her possessively. He groaned into the kiss when she pressed against him, smashing her breasts against his chest. His cock came to attention, rising between her thighs. She rocked her hips into him, riding her clit along the shaft. His tongue claimed her mouth as her heat radiated over his shaft as she teasingly rocked against him.
Buffy slid down the wall to her knees in front of him, her nails gliding over the flesh of his chest and abs, and digging into his hips. He closed his eyes just as her hot little mouth engulfed his shaft. Her small hands wrapped around the base of his cock and massaged his balls gently. The heat of her mouth was intensified by the stroking she did on the base of his shaft. Then came her tongue, licking over the length. His eyes rolled back and he slowly started pumping his cock into her mouth, just to feel the rub of her soft, hot tongue against his shaft.
He sucked in an unneeded breath. "God, Buffy . . . I don't know how long I will last with this. Bloody hell, pet."
Spike eased out of her mouth and helped her stand. He pressed her up against the wall. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist. Spike kissed her hard as he plunged deep inside her. He thrust slowly up inside her, being driven on by her throaty whimpers.
Spike needed to be deeper. Buffy tried to grind down and make it so. Finally, Spike held her as they slide down to the floor, cushioned by his duster. He braced himself on his forearms and started a steady rhythm. Slow, deep strokes that Buffy matched with her grinding hips.
Spike buried his face in Buffy's neck, licking then sucking over the pulse in her throat. His thrusting deliberately slowed for the feel of her muscles contracting around his driving shaft as she rode his cock with her bucking hips.
Spike reached down and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, feeling her arch her back and press into him. He could take no more. His thrusts became urgent, demanding. The thrust of his cock and grind of his hips made Buffy cry out for more.
"Please, Spike. Harder. Deeper. Oh, Spike . . . YES!" Buffy begged as she strained against him to get him deeper.
Spike vamped just as he crested an orgasm, Buffy leading the way. She threw her head back, exposing her throat to him. Spike's thrusts became more demanding, pounding deep inside her. His fangs grazed her throat, licking her flesh before slowly sinking his teeth in. He growled near her ear as her blood washed over his tongue. Buffy dug her nails into his back, raising her hips to accept all of him. He growled into her throat as she cried his name in an orgasm that shook through both of them.
Spike rolled them over enough to pull his duster around them. Buffy snuggled against him. Both were trying to catch their breath. Spike caressed her damp skin, kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. He licked the wound, the vampire properties healing the flesh and scarring. It seemed Spike was the only one that made her come alive. His touch freed her, heated her blood until she throbbed for more. And now, the mere thought of him these days made her panties wet. She gave up thought, though dimly it occurred to her that they should leave before getting caught. Later, much later . . .
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| Cravings - Love in the Cemetary | | | | - abc + + | | | SUMMARY: This is a stand alone scene based on the door scene where Buffy and Spike are on opposite sides of it, but feel the presence of each other. As always, this is my view of what happened that night.
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Beta'd by Aribelle, Confused Muse
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Buffy walked slowly along the stones in the graveyard. Another night of patrol. It seemed like a slow night for the demons tonight. Still she continued.
In Spike's crypt, Spike stood at a sarcophagus with his shirt unbuttoned, smoking a cigarette and poured a glass of blood. He took a pinch of herb from a jar and sprinkled it in the blood. He picked up the glass, swishing it around a bit mixing the herb with the blood.
Just then Spike sensed something. He heard its heartbeat. The closer it approached, the faster the heartbeat became. He looked toward the door and smiled. Well, well she comes for a bit of cold comfort, Spike thought.
Outside the crypt, Buffy walked closer to the door. In her patrol, she had unconsciously made her way to Spike's crypt. Why was she even here? Why did she always come to Spike? Because he knows you. Because he knows your inner most fears and accepts you for who and what you are, her inner voice answered.
Inside the crypt, Spike walked over to the door, and put his hands on it, pressing his body against the hard surface. Buffy. She was here. His body came alive with the thought of her, and what she can do to him. He thought of how she felt, what she tasted like, how she sounded in a state of pleasure.
Outside the crypt, Buffy stood right up next to the door, lifting her gloved hand to it. Her blood, her body screamed out for Spike. The thought of him, what he could do with her body, how he made her feel caused her panties to moisten from arousal.
Inside the crypt, Spike ran his hand up the door as if caressing it. He could feel her on the other side of the door. He stroked the door as if his could feel her flesh under his fingertips. He could smell her arousal through the cracks in the door.
Outside the crypt, Buffy touched the door with her gloved hand in the same spot as Spike's. It was like she could sense exactly where he was on the other side of the door. She moved her hand over the door as if she could feel his cool flesh under her touch. The longer she was there, the more her panties got wetter from arousal.
Inside the crypt, Spike was still pressed up against the door, eyes closed, breathing faster with excitement. He could smell her growing arousal. It was intoxicating. It filled his senses and enveloped him. He opened the door and walked out into the night.
There was no sign of Buffy. Spike frowned and looked around. He could still smell her scent, and on top of that her arousal. He frowned and sighed.
Buffy walked away from Spike's crypt as fast as she could. "Don't think about the evil bloodsucking fiend. Focus on anything but the evil bloodsucking fiend." She whispered to herself. Before she knew it, Spike had caught up with her. He twirled her around to face him.
"Spike! What are you doing?" Buffy asked, annoyed.
"Hello, Vampire, remember? I can feel you. I can smell you. Thank whatever evil that I am the only one in tune with you, Slayer. Your scent is intoxicating." Spike advanced on her with each word, until he was a breath away from her, whispering the last sentence.
The sound of his voice made her shudder in pleasure. It washed over her like a cool breeze and set her insides to jelly. Her panties got wetter. Her skin tingled.
Spike could smell her growing arousal as it permeated the air. He skimmed his fingers over her sweater-clad breasts, down her stomach. "You know you want me, Slayer. I can smell it. I can sense it in the way your body is reacting to my touch," he whispered against her ear.
He walked her backwards until her back pressed against a tree. He peeled her coat off her shoulders. His touch against her hips burned into her flesh. Spike slid his hands up her sides, taking the sweater up with them. "Say it, Slayer. Tell me you want me. That you want nothing more than the cold comfort my body gives you. That I make you respond, make you feel alive. That I make you feel more than Angel or Captain Cardboard ever could." Spike said, as he pulled her sweater over her head.
His words hit too close to home. He revealed more than she ever wanted to admit. She slapped him, hard. He gave her a hard look. His hands gripped her hips and ground his crotch against her. She delved her fingers into his bleached hair and kissed him hard. He returned it, passionately. He thrust his tongue into her mouth to explore the soft flesh inside.
He broke the kiss. "Buffy, I want you. I love --"
Buffy kissed him again, not wanting to hear his declaration. Her body was on fire for him. She needed him inside her. Her pussy throbbed with wanting to feel him move deeply inside.
Spike ripped her pants open, pushing them down past her hips. She kicked them off. He licked her palette, her tongue, plundered her mouth. She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. She pushed his jeans down over his hips. His duster flared out around them, giving them a bit of privacy.
Spike picked her up in his arms, holding her against the tree. She wrapped her thighs around his waist. He rubbed the head of his cock along her dripping cleft. "Bloody hell, Buffy, you're so wet for me," Spike groaned against her mouth.
He pulled back to watch her reaction as he plunged his cock deep inside her hot, wet, tight sheath. He heard her breath catch and then a moan as he impaled her on his shaft. He watched her as he started to rhythmically pump himself inside her pliant body.
Buffy clutched his shoulders, arching against his cool body. She rocked her hips against his thrusting cock. Her muscles squeezed him repeatedly as he thrust deeper and harder into her.
"Spike! Oh, god, take me. More. I need you deeper." Buffy cried out her moans.
Spike licked down her throat, sucking gently at the pulse point. His thrusts pounded her into the tree bark. He growled into her throat as he felt her muscles clamp around him.
Buffy tightened herself around Spike. She needed him. Her pussy throbbed more with each hard, deep thrust he gave her. "Please Spike! Fuck me. I need to cum. PLEASE SPIKE! Claim me." She cried out for him to end her torment.
Hearing her surrender, Spike slammed against her harder, deeper. He vamped at her escalating passion. His passion at the thought of what he made her feel with him, what he brought out of her made his demon come out and sink into her flesh, drinking her essence as he thrust his cock into her until she came, squeezing his shaft in exquisite torment. Feeling her come sent him over the edge, shooting his dead seed inside her.
They fell to the ground exhausted in a heap. They were catching their breath when they heard a female scream. They rushed to get their clothes on and ran after the sound.
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