Dangerous Liaison

A Christmas fic set during Season 2, Buffy & Spike style.
(This one’s for Vette. Hope you have a great Xmas, mate!)

Dru was still sick and Spike was bored. He needed to torment something. It was Christmas after all. But the bloody Slayer spoilt all his fun. She was always there, laughing at him and not having the decency of staking him whenever she won a fight. She just didn’t play by the rules. It stood to reason that if you beat your enemy, you took great pleasure in killing them.

Spike admitted that she was the strongest Slayer he’d met for such a tiny girl and she fought well. In fact her only weakness appeared to be her mooning after Peaches… that was it! Spike grinned. He would torment someone this Christmas - the Slayer, and he knew just how to do it.

***

Buffy sat on her bed and opened the large parcel she’d received. There was no postage mark on it so she knew that someone local had delivered it. It was a bit strange, but she did love receiving presents.

She gasped when she saw what was inside and gently lifted the outfit out. It was a red velvet mini dress, with white fur on the hem of the skirt and around the collar. There was a pair of shiny black knee high leather boots to go with it, and then she saw the letter tucked inside one of the boots.

Buffy opened the letter:

Buffy

I want to surprise you for Christmas and make this year really special. Please wear the outfit and meet me in the Fosters’ family tomb at 8pm tomorrow night.

Angel.

Buffy held the letter to her chest and burst with happiness. Finally, she and Angel would get together. She jumped off the bed and picked up the phone,

“Will, you have to come over and see what Angel’s sent me!”

***

Willow sat on Buffy’s bed with her and looked at the outfit,

“It’s beautiful,” she said, “And that is so like Angel to leave you guessing.”

Buffy wrinkled her nose, “Yeah, but he is cryptic guy, remember? I think it’s sweet sending the outfit and him wanting me to dress up for him, but I’m not so sure about the meeting in a tomb part.”

Willow shook her head, “No, no, Buffy. That’s so romantic - very gothic. Where else should you meet your sexy Vampire but in a tomb?”

Buffy smiled, “I suppose. Oh, Will, I think it’s finally gonna happen.”

“What? You and Angel with the…. you know….sex?”

Willow blushed at mentioning the ‘S’ word.

Buffy sighed, “I hope so. I feel ready and I kept wishing for something like this to happen, but you know how slow he’s been regarding the kissing…and stuff. He wants to be gentle with me and I want him to get on with it. Does that make me slutty Buffy?”

“Not at all. I think a girl knows when she’s ready. And it looks as though Angel finally got the message.”

“Yeah. He’s almost gone to the other extreme. It’s a very sexy outfit to dress up in….”

“Don’t question it, Buffy. I think it’s really sweet. He’s obviously got something really nice planned for you. I’m so jealous.”

“Oh, Will. I can’t wait!”

***

Buffy walked through the cemetery, her coat covering the red dress, more to stop the cold than to protect her from strange looks. Her mind was full of possible surprises that Angel might have in store for her. She couldn’t wait to be in his arms.

She arrived at the tomb, slipped out of her coat and stepped inside to find it lit by candles everywhere. She sighed at the sight, before closing the opening to the tomb.

“Angel?” She asked softly, looking around for him.

In the shadows behind Buffy, Spike had watched her come in. He had sent her the outfit for his own amusement; he certainly hadn’t expected her to look so damn sexy in it. Throwing off the ridiculous thought of finding the Slayer attractive, he eased himself away from the wall and blocked the entrance,

“Merry Christmas, Slayer,” he drawled.

Buffy dropped her coat in shock at the sound of Spike’s voice and swung to face him.

“You! You did this!”

Spike smirked, “’Fraid so, Pet. I’m sorry if you were expecting Peaches.”

Buffy glared at him, furious with herself that she’d literally walked into his trap.

“I suppose you think you’re clever.”

Spike laughed, “Yeah, I do. The plan works well if the girl’s stupid enough to fall for it.”

His blue gaze looked her up and down, “Got all dressed up too, didn’t you, Luv?”

Buffy froze; suddenly feeling embarrassed standing in front of her enemy in the short dress. She lifted her chin,

“You know I thought it was for him I was dressing for,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, expecting a Christmas shag from the Poof, weren’t you? Well, don’t worry, I’ll tell him how nice you looked before I killed you.”

Buffy looked around for a weapon, stepping backwards as he slowly advanced on her.

“So, why bother with all the candles?” She asked, trying to distract him.

“All part of the deception, Pet. I’ve been so bored lately and needed to torment someone. You’ve been a bloody thorn in my side ever since I came here, so I figured it was your turn.”

Buffy suddenly ran towards the entrance, hoping to catch Spike off guard, but he easily caught her from behind. He held her tight against him,

“Not so fast, Kitten. I haven’t had a chance to play with you yet,” he whispered in her ear. Then Buffy was thrown across the tomb.

She landed on the floor, several feet away, shaken but not hurt. She flipped herself back up,

“It’s time I finally staked you, Spike.”

“You get to try, Pet. You do get to try.”

Spike stood on the balls of his feet, ready for the fight. God, he loved fighting Slayers. They were his raison d’ etre, besides his Wicked Plum of course.

Buffy punched Spike in the face, kicked him below the left kneecap, and then spun kicked him in the stomach. She watched in satisfaction as he flew across the tomb, landed against a wall and crumbled to the floor. A few candles landed on him, dripping hot wax onto his arms as they spluttered out.

He grinned up at the Slayer, admiring her legs encased in the FMBs he’d sent her.

“The FMBs suit you, Luv.”

“Huh?”

“Fuck. Me. Boots!” He laughed.

That was it. Buffy lunged at him and they rolled on the floor together, punching and kicking. Buffy ended up on top of Spike.

“You can keep…”

Punch to the face

“Your filthy….”

Punch to the face

“Thoughts to yourself!”

Spike caught her wrists, “Now where’s the fun in that, Slayer?” He asked and head butted her.

Buffy fell backwards, slightly dazed from the blow and Spike took advantage. He straddled her and pinned her arms above her head.

Above them there was a sprig of mistletoe and Spike thought it would be highly amusing to kiss the silly cow. He waited for her vision to clear before acting.

“Looks like we’re under the mistletoe, Pet. How about a Christmas kiss for old Spike?”

He laughed at her horrified expression before crushing her lips with his. Fucking hell! He hadn’t expected this. She tasted hot and sweet and he couldn’t help sliding his cool tongue into her mouth. She was a furnace burning him alive. Spike pulled back in shock.

Buffy looked up at him in surprise. Spike had just kissed her and she had liked it. It had been exactly how she wanted Angel to kiss her, and yet he never had. If Spike hadn’t have pulled away, she would have kissed him back.

“Oh, my God!” She muttered, disgusted with herself and angry at him.

Buffy punched Spike off her and scrambled up. She ran towards the door, but tripped over her coat. She fell to her knees, hurried back up and turned to face Spike instead, having heard him come after her.

He was walking slowly towards her with the fluid grace of a panther and for a moment Buffy was mesmerised by his movement. She wanted to leave but her stupid legs were refusing to work.

“Leave me alone, Spike,” she said half-heartedly.

He gave her a sexy smile, “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Pet. After having a taste, I want to unwrap my present and eat the whole thing,” he purred.

His words made her shiver, and Spike grew hard at the sight of her trembling with unintentional desire. The fighting and then the kiss had really turned him on and he meant what he said. He wanted a taste of the Slayer.

He picked her unresisting form up in his arms and carried her over to the stone sarcophagus. Blankets covered it and he laid her gently on them. Then he climbed up and knelt beside her. He looked into her shell-shocked face, as he removed her boots. If the Slayer couldn’t believe this was happening, he sure as hell couldn’t.

Spike ran a hand up her tanned legs, which looked even more golden in the candlelight and he revelled in the feel of the soft warm skin. Buffy shivered at his cool touch and Spike smiled. She was quite gorgeous was his Slayer and he wanted her unwrapped. He reached for the fur collar on the dress and ripped it away from her.

Buffy squeaked in surprise and felt a rush of cold air over her naked body. She hadn’t worn any underwear beneath the dress and she felt completely self-conscious at being naked before Spike. She went to cover herself with her hands, but he pulled them away and stared at her.

Christ all bloody mighty, she was exquisite. All finely toned muscle and tanned skin. She had curves in the right places and not a blemish was in sight, apart from cuts from their fight. He certainly hadn’t expected her to wear no underwear, the naughty little minx.

“Is…is something wrong with me?” Buffy asked nervously. Why was he staring at her like that?

Spike smiled, “No. There’s nothing wrong with you, Pet. In fact I’m very happy with my present.”

His mouth swooped down on hers and Buffy tentatively kissed him back. Then she grew bolder as the kiss went on and she thrust her hot tongue into Spike’s mouth. She was rewarded with a groan from the Vampire and she smiled.

Spike broke the kiss and began trailing cool kisses down her warm skin. He kissed the pulse on her neck and grazed his teeth along her main artery, which caused the Slayer to shiver with pleasure. His fingers touched her lightly as his lips followed their movement. She was so soft and warm, and yet he could feel the strength and firmness of her muscles underneath her skin. She was glorious.

Spike looked up into her hazel eyes and saw them glazed with desire. He could kill her at any moment and yet he didn’t want to. Instead her pert little breasts were simply begging for his touch. He caressed one with his hand while leaning down and licking the nipple of the other. The Slayer bucked at the feel of his cool tongue on her sensitive peak and she moaned with pleasure. Spike sucked and nibbled at the hard nub, while he tweaked her other nipple between finger and thumb. He could smell the Slayer’s arousal and grew harder at the musky scent.

Buffy was shocked at her reactions to Spike’s tongue on her nipples. She really should stop him and stake him, but her body was refusing to function. Instead of pulling away from his touch she found herself leaning into his touch and God help her she wanted more.

Spike sensed the Slayer’s restlessness and grinned to himself. She was a hot little thing and he couldn’t wait to be inside her. But he wanted this to last. His kisses trailed over her stomach and down to her nest of curls, where his hands were already caressing her inner thighs. When he tried to part her nether lips with his finger, Buffy tried to close her legs.

Spike looked up at her in surprise. For a warrior of the people, the Slayer was acting like a virgin and he knew for a fact that she had been with Angel. There was no way Angel would let anything innocent escape his clutches.

“What are you going to do?” Buffy asked timidly.

Well, well, well. So Peaches was slacking in the pleasuring department was he? That shouldn’t really have been a surprise.

“Why, Pet, I’m going to show you heaven.”

Buffy decided to let him go ahead and when his tongue licked her down there, she realized what he meant. The feel of his cool tongue stroking her clit was exquisite torture and then he sucked the bud into his mouth and Buffy bucked her hips involuntarily.

Spike drowned in the taste of her. Blimey, if Slayers killed us like this, we’d all die happy Vamps, he thought irrationally. He stuck a finger into her wet heat and heard her whimper. He growled in response and licked her clit, while thrusting his finger in and out of her. Her channel was tight even around his finger and he knew how she would feel wrapped around his length. But first, he wanted to bring the slayer off.

Spike sucked harder on Buffy’s clit and worked his finger faster and faster inside her. Buffy arched her hips as she came and Spike drank her juices. He then vamped out and bit into her inner thigh. Buffy gasped at the prick of his fangs and then came again at the pleasure/pain he was giving her. Spike drank some of her intoxicating blood but withdrew his fangs before he began to drink from her too heavily.

Buffy looked at him with huge eyes, “You bit me,” she accused softly.

He nodded, “It was a bite of passion, Luv. There was no intent to kill, and I couldn’t help myself. You taste wonderful.”

Buffy gulped at the situation she found herself in. Spike was doing seriously erotic things to her and she had just let him bite her. She should have been disgusted and staked him for his audacity, but he was right. It was a bite of passion and it had tipped her over the edge again.

Buffy watched in wonder as Spike stood up and stripped off his clothes. He was shorter than Angel, but still tall and he had a great body. Her eyes lowered to the spot between his legs and she gasped at the size of it. How is that going to fit? She panicked slightly. Then it was too late to worry as Spike took her in his arms again and prepared her for him.

Spike spread her legs wider and thrust inside her slick haven with his cold, hard dick.

“Arrghh,” Buffy cried at the brief pain.

“What the fuck?” Exclaimed a shocked Spike. The Slayer had been a virgin!

He looked down at her and stroked a soft cheek to comfort her, “It’s okay, Kitten, we’ll take this slowly.”

He didn’t move for a while, letting her muscles adjust to him, but it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. Not only was she tight from being a virgin, but also the effect of his cold cock in her heat caused her muscles to contract around him further. It was totally mind-blowing.

Buffy nodded slightly at Spike when it felt less uncomfortable and he slowly withdrew from her, before thrusting slowly back in. This time she moaned in pleasure at the feel of him and she automatically lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

“That’s right, Pet,” he encouraged.

Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike and instinctively squeezed him.

“Bloody hell, Slayer,” he said with feeling and stunned blue eyes looked down into hers.

She smiled at the effect she’d had on him and he growled back.

“Minx!”

Spike thrust harder and faster into her, causing Buffy to sob with feeling and mutter incoherently. Spike grinned, as he spilt his cold seed into her. Two can play at that game, Missy, he thought with satisfaction as she climaxed and shuddered around him.

Spike withdrew and gathered the Slayer to him, so that her back was against his chest.

“How was that, Pet?”

“Mmmm…it….” She mumbled, obviously very tired.

He smiled. He’d finally managed to silence the mouthy Slayer. He cuddled her closer and joined her in sleep.

***

Angel knocked on Willow’s bedroom window causing her to jump. She came over and opened it in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him in confusion.

“I wondered if you could tell me where Buffy is,” he said with his charming smile.

Willow paled, “But she’s supposed to be with you. You sent her a sexy outfit and asked her to meet you at the Foster’s tomb….”

Angel frowned, “I did no such thing.”

“Then who did?” Willow asked, a feeling of dread coming over her.

“Spike!” Angel said grimly, “I’ll kill him!”

Angel jumped down from Willow’s roof and ran off towards the cemetery, leaving a flapping Willow in his wake.

***

Angel eased open the door to the tomb and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him.

Spike’s vampiric hearing had picked up the sound of someone quietly entering the tomb and he looked up to see Angel staring at him in horror. Spike looked down at Buffy still sleeping and saw she hadn’t heard a thing. He therefore looked back at Angel and grinned evilly, uncovering Buffy as he did so. He exposed her breasts to Angel’s anguished gaze and caressed them. Buffy moaned in her sleep and moved against him.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she, Peaches? And let me tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed plucking her cherry,” Spike taunted the other Vampire.

Angel couldn’t speak and his eyes filled with tears at Buffy’s betrayal, before he stumbled blindly out of the tomb.

Good bloody riddance, Spike thought gleefully. He had merely done what the Poof wasn’t man enough to do. Oh, what a great Christmas this was turning out to be. He’d got the bird and hurt Angel. In fact, his Sire had looked heart broken. Oh, dear, poor Peaches!

Buffy rubbed herself against Spike in her sleep and he instantly grew hard again. He couldn’t get enough of her. He growled and began caressing her awake.

The End.

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