The night of Tara's party, Buffy stayed over for the first time.
She liked Spike's bed, it was big and he sheets were soft and smelled like oranges. He had a big fluffy down comforter with a soothing cover on it and Buffy snuggled in it waiting for Spike to come back upstairs.
She was a bit nervous, they hadn't really done that much really and she'd only had sex twice previous. Their physical relationship so far had consisted mostly of cuddling, hugs, handholding, and mind-blowing kisses. It wasn't that Buffy didn't love all of those things, it was that she really needed a bit of 'closure' for how worked up Spike always made her.
She had bought a new nightgown just for tonight, it wasn't racy or anything, but it was cute and pretty and it felt nice against her skin. She wondered if he would like it.
Spike was coming up the stairs. Her pulse started to race in anticipation, the burn between her legs that had been throbbing gently all night flared up anew.
He came in, smiling a bit shyly. She noticed he'd changed already into a pair of loose sleep pants and the t-shirt she had made for him and felt a bit put out that he hadn't at least down it in front of her.
He sat down on the bed and she pushed the comforter off her bare legs. She leaned in for a kiss and smelled the cinnamon toothpaste he'd recently brushed with. She glowed a bit inside, he had thought about what would please her, too. She wondered if might be a bit nervous as well.
The kiss deepened and Buffy ran and hands underneath his t-shirt and along his stomach. Her chest fluttered thinking of what lay beneath his clothes. She'd seen him shirtless several times while at the beach and it always made her drool a bit.
He took hints well. He roved the shirt and Buffy got Spike-chest to play with. He lay down next to her and pulled her in close. They languished in kisses for a few minutes until Buffy had to break for breath. She panted a bit and noticed he was breathing heavily almost in sympathy for her plight.
She grinned at him and nibbled his ear gently and listened to a purring moan from deep within him. A whip of feminine pride went through her.
She slid out of the nightgown smoothly and lay bare before him.
He gazed at her for a few seconds as if in awe. She saw so many emotions in his face she couldn't name them all. There was desire, and deep affection, and longing, and pleasure, and then she got lost in his eyes as he raised them to hers.
“Cor, you're a sight, love. Most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on.”
* * *
Spike could smell her juices flowing and his mouth watered in response, he kissed her mouth, then her throat, then moved down to spend sometime with her lovely breasts. One hand, sneakily made it's way over her stomach and rubbed her inner thighs gently. He listened to her breathing hitch and stop and start again and he ghosted his fingers over her curls.
She arched a bit and he marveled at her responsiveness, what a girl.
He danced his thumb expertly over her clit and listened to her moan. He pulled one nipple gently in his teeth at the same time and she let out a soft cry.
She was soaking wet now and her hips were moving of their own accord. He suckled her breasts each in turn and when he was sure he'd even them each equal attention, he kissed his way down her stomach. He paused at her navel and dipped his tongue in it, she gasped and he blew a raspberry.
She let out a shocked giggle and he met her wide eyes, his own twinkling with mirth.
She tried to cover up her faux pas and he plucked her hand away from her mouth, “What's that, love? I thought it was funny.”
“But you're not supposed to laugh. It's supposed to be serious, you know.” Buffy swallowed.
“Who told you that?” Spike arched one eyebrow quizzically.
Buffy just shook her head, not wanted to revel her inexperience. No one had ever out and out said that sex was not meant to be fun, but she'd always assumed so. Angel had been so serious about the whole thing and Parker had just been so intent.
Spike seemed to let the comment go and kept moving farther down. Buffy wiggled in anticipation and scooted up like she seen the other woman, Julia, do. Buffy had been fantasizing about this almost as much as she'd fantasized about actually making love with him.
Spike was a little surprised at her eagerness, a lot of girls had to be talked into this. He wondered a bit about how much experience she had, but dismissed it quickly. After all, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted.
* * *
Buffy wondered if she was the same 'down there' as Julia was. She wondered if it smelled alright, she'd showered that morning but maybe she should had washed quickly in the bathroom before they got started. She wondered if she should have had a fresh bikini wax, or should have trimmed a bit this week.
All these thoughts were blow away when Spike finally descended.
It wasn't what she thought it would be.
It was million times better.
* * *
Spike gave her clit a quick suck to get her motor revving just right and swept his tongue eagerly along her the outside of her folds. He drew each lip into his mouth and gave them some gentle nibbles before plunging his tongue in as far as it would go and swirling it about a bit. As he was moving it in and out he ghosted his fingers over her clit teasingly.
“You know, the heart shape, in our society that you see around Valentine's is actually based on the shape of the vulva, not the human heart.” He remarked casually, nibbling a little more and giving her clit a good long tongue bath, “And the clitoris is the only organ in either version of the human body that's only function is pleasure.”
Buffy gazed down at him, lost in the rapture, “Huh?” She asked intelligently. Spike smiled, and Buffy felt it against her, her knees trembled and she was very glad she was lying down.
“We call this all a quim back home, but its old name is cunt. It's a horrible shame that the word has become an insult. The word was Indo-European, it came from the goddess Kali's title Cunti, which shares its root with the words for kin and country.”
Buffy's mind swirled and she was so close, she panted a bit and thrust against his face desperately. Spike renewed his efforts with even more vigor. He timed it just right and sucked her clit again as he moved two fingers within her and found her g-spot.
Buffy keened and arched off the bed, Spike reveled in the soft trembles of her muscles around him.
Buffy breathed heavily, tingling all over, and just as he had down with Julia, Spike did not stop there. In a few moments he had her moaning again with an orgasm even more intense then the first.
He moved up her body, feeling the after shocks and kissing her all over until he lay next to her, pulling her in close.
* * *
Buffy quivered a bit and she had the most deliciously relaxed feeling she'd had in… well, forever.
Spike was pressing loving kisses behind her ears and along her neck and she felt a bolt of tenderness race through her. She settled down against his chest with a goofy smile.
Then she felt it. His erection nudging her stomach gently, but Spike didn't seem to be in a big hurry.
I am the worst girlfriend ever, she thought, nearly bolting upward.
“What's wrong, love?” Spike asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
I just totally forgot about him, Buffy's mind whirled. She'd never preformed oral sex before, what if she wasn't any good at it?
“Um, you? I have to take care of that.” She gestured a little fearfully downward.
Spike laughed then, a full-bodied laugh of pleasure, “Don't worry, we've plenty of time for that. And it's a penis, love, not a bomb.” He kissed her again and Buffy felt the tension drain from her.
She glanced down their bodies to where his erection lay against her navel. She'd never gotten a really close look at one before. Both Angel and Parker had been in the dark and they moved pretty quickly from the naked stage to the inside of her stage.
She reached down tentatively and ran her hand along its length. Spike let out a noise of pleasure and she grew a bit bolder. Spike seemed pretty casual about the whole thing. He wasn't in a big hurry and he looked quite content to let her do whatever she wanted. Buffy felt a bit powerful just then. She sat up and gave it a through examination. It was pretty big, long and thick and she noticed some skin on the head that wasn't in her Health class textbook. She rubbed at it experimentally and felt the organ twitch in her hand Spike let out a pleased 'Mmmm' noise.
She looked at it from all angles and finally kept stroking it a bit boldly and moved on to the balls beneath it. It was surprisingly heavy, she thought, rubbing them between her hands. Spike's hips lifted a bit and she could tell he liked that. This didn't seem hard at all. She thought about how he had found other places close to her core that had made her moan so she searched gently with her hands. Right behind his sac she touched something that made his arch up and gasp. She smiled, feeling quite pleased with herself and pressed a bit upward again, all the time stroking his erection at odd intervals and different speeds.
Spike finally gasped out, “Love, I'm-I'm going to come, pet. Oh, God-“
And then he did. Buffy was a little disappointed he had finished so quickly because she'd been enjoying herself. But then she remembered that she could do this again, possibly tomorrow, over and over. She'd watched the whole process, fascinated. The only contact she'd had with semen had been inside of her. She took a bit off his stomach and felt it between her fingers. When she noticed Spike's eyes were closed, she tasted it.
It wasn't as bad as she thought. It was actually not bad at all. It was kind of salty.
Spike opened hooded eyes and held out his arms, she crawled into them immediately.
“That was wonderful, pet. You're amazing.” He picked up his t-shirt off the floor and wiped his stomach with it.
Buffy cuddled up, feeling very tired all of a sudden. She felt warm and safe and relaxed, Spike was purring again and she wasn't sure if he was even aware of it. A bit afraid he'd try to stop if she brought it up, Buffy just let the soothing sound draw her into sleep.
* * *
Angel cleaned up the mansion and prepared to stay as long as he needed to. His childe was in the process of mating with his former lover and this did not bother him as much as he thought it would.
Maybe it was because he'd loved them both. Maybe it was because he trusted Spike with matters of the heart even more so than he trusted himself. After all, he couldn't possibly hurt her more than Angel himself had. Maybe it was because he had a new purpose and it was more than sufficient distraction.
Either way, he'd be here until Spike was willing to hear him out.
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