Don't Want Pretty
by Tiana

A Megadrabble challenge from Mandi who asked for:
NC-17
Canon-based, Season 2 or Season 4
Hmmm....I love sexy vampy Spike biting Buffy. :)

My response:

Something Blue. Oh yes, like all good Spuffers, I do love that episode. This scene takes place as Buffy returns from the Magic Box without the needed cure for Giles' blindness. She meets Spike outside and things get interesting... ;) Another long one at 1200+ words. (I do recall saying these would be 500 words. I'm just crazy like that.)



Don't Want Pretty


As Buffy comes into the courtyard, she hesitates. A sharp tingle up her spine makes her look more carefully into the darkness. A spot of glowing orange just outside Giles’ door confirms her suspicion.

She whispers across the still night. “Hi, honey. I’m home.” The ember drops to the ground to be crushed under Spike’s heel as he comes out from the shadow.

“Missed you, pet.”

“Same here.” Buffy smiles at him, five feet between them.

“No luck at the magic shop?”

“Nope. I’ll have to go back in the morning. And how are things here?”

“Giles is both blind and if possible, in a worse mood than when you left. About had a fit when I lit up in there. So, here I am.”

“Good, good. Well, I guess not, but at least it’ll be fixed tomorrow.” Buffy smiles coyly at the Spike, moonlight washing over her face. “Think that’s enough small talk?”

Spike strides towards her as he answers, “More than enough in my book, love.” His hand slides behind Buffy’s head and pulls her to him for a hard kiss. Buffy recovers quickly, hands diving into his duster to run up his back. They spin into the darkness and come up against the wall next to Giles’ door with a thump. Spike breaks the kiss and brings his mouth down to Buffy’s neck. Open-mouthed kisses all down her neck make Buffy cry out, then bite her lip.

“Oh my gosh, Giles will - OH! - hear us...”

“Don’t care, love.” Spike takes Buffy’s earlobe between his teeth, making her jump and squeal again. He moves back down her neck and then takes her bottom lip between his teeth and tugs her to him for another kiss. Buffy pins Spike against the wall, breaks the kiss and puts her hand over his mouth.

Out of breath, cheeks flushed, she locks eyes with him. “Now listen, you. If Giles hears us, he’ll rant and pout until we come in the house.” Buffy’s other hand trails down Spike’s chest, catching on the fabric until she reaches his belt. “And if that happens, there won’t be any more of this.” Her hand slides a little lower, brushing against Spike’s already straining erection through his jeans. She starts to shake her head. “And you don’t want that, do you?” Spike shakes his head with her, still muffled by her hand. “So, you’ll behave now?”

Spike’s eyes crinkle as he grins and shakes his head again. Buffy smiles back. “Okay. But you’ll be quiet? Help me be quiet?”

Considering her for a second, Spike finally nods. Buffy slowly slides her hand away from his mouth, replacing it with her own lips in a heartbeat. Her entire body presses hard against him as her tongue gains entrance, deepening the kiss. Hands fly in desperation, slipping under clothes and rubbing, grasping whatever can be reached. Buffy throws her head back as Spike attacks her neck, landing little nips all over her skin. She moans as quietly as she can before leaning into him, her lips brushing against his ear when she speaks.

“I’ve always wondered, you know.” Her voice is soft, a warm whisper against his skin. Spike’s cock throbs in reaction to her hand caressing it through his jeans.

Gasping himself, he strains to answer. “Wondered what, pet?”

“What it feels like.” Her tongue licks around the edge of his ear as she waits for the inevitable question.

“Oh god. Love, can you be more specific?”

She rubs harder below his waist, lets her lips trail down his neck before baring her blunt teeth. He can feel the dull edges of her teeth on his neck when she answers. “This, Spike. What does this feel like?” She bites down, hard. Spike grabs ahold of her arms hard enough to bruise, a fresh surge of blood fills his cock, making it painfully hard.

When Buffy releases him, two half moons of pink stand out on his ivory skin. She pulls back enough to meet his eyes, hers dark in the shadows. Brushing a soft kiss over his lips, Buffy maintains eye contact with a stunned Spike.

“Are you...are you asking me to - no. You couldnt’ be.” Buffy nods in answer to his ramblings. “But what if I hurt - I mean, I could - are you sure, love?” Buffy drops her eyes to stare at his lips and lets her tongue dart out to lick her own.

“Since the day I met you, I’ve wondered, Spike. Now that we’re engaged, I want to know. I’m not scared.” Eyes darting back to his, she brushes her long blond hair off her shoulder, baring her slender neck to his eyes. “You’ll stop. I know it. Now, quit stalling.” Her smile stretches into something wicked as she rolls her hips against his, creating friction and pressure he can barely take.

“Bloody hell, Slayer. If you do that one more time, I’ll...it won’t be pretty.”

“Don’t want pretty. Want this. Want you.”

Quick and sure, Spike takes Buffy’s shoulders and spins her around, putting her body against the wall. He moves back into her space, the lines of his body fitting into her curves. Spike pushes her hair off her right shoulder, revealing an expanse of tender skin. One finger trails down her neck slowly, his eyes locked on the line it follows. The pulse pounds beneath his finger, Buffy’s excitement nearly tangible. She holds her breath as he continues and lets his hand drop. Locking her hands in his, Spike lifts them above Buffy’s head and pins them against the wall. Buffy arches into him, her hard nipples pushing through the cotton of his thin t-shirt. She turns her head to one side, her jugular pulsing. Spike leans in, drags his tongue up her neck, causing her to whimper quietly. There is the slightest taste of fear, just enough to intoxicate Spike. But mostly, the air is thick with lust, with desire. In the quiet of the night, Buffy can hear the bones shift in his face as he presses his mouth against her warm skin. He breathes in through vampiric features, opening his mouth to let his fangs prick her skin. Giving her one last chance to back out. Above their heads, Buffy squeezes his hands, giving him the signal to continue.

In a moment, Spike’s fangs slice into her skin and Buffy bites her lip until it bleeds to prevent crying out. It hurts. She knew that it would, but it is a sharp, pulling pain. At the same time, her entire body reacts. A flood of moisture between her legs, goosebumps all over her skin, a tightening across her breasts. She hears Spike’s moan of pleasure as her blood flows into his mouth, rich and thick. Buffy smells her own blood in the air, mixed with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. She hears her own heartbeat in her ears as he sucks. And as quickly as it began, it is over. Spike straightens, his features sliding back into place. He releases her hands and they fall in slow motion to her sides. Buffy leans against the wall, eyes closed, breathing slow and hard. A tiny trickle of blood is quickly licked up by Spike’s tongue, making her moan.

He whispers into her ear, voice rough. “Are you okay, love?” Spike stands back up and her eyes slowly slide open, meeting his.

She nods. “It was...absolutely nothing like I expected. And better than I imagined.” Her mouth slides into a weak smile. “And see, you stopped.”

Spike bites his bottom lip, hands running up and down Buffy’s arms. “I did stop, pet.” He presses against her and Buffy grins, feeling his cock still as hard as ever.

“But I’m definitely not done.”



And there you have it. Nice and smutty, eh? Thanks for all the reviews - keep 'em coming! :)

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