Exercisin’
by Belladonna

The air was hot and also a bit sticky, but that didn’t matter much to the current occupant of the back room of the Magic Box, where the training room for the Slayer had been set up. On the walls there were many weapons to choose from for hand to hand combat or fighting from the distance, but at the moment the big sand bag that hung from the ceiling was the only thing that was fought; and hand to hand.

Buffy Summers, known as the Slayer or the Chosen One or what else not that described her job best was training. She punched the sand bag, kicked it and then spun around to give it another sets of blows. But all that didn’t satisfy her much, since there was no real opponent she could fight, one that was able to fight back and which whom she could train properly. She didn’t want to ask Xander, since she wouldn’t want to face the wrath of Anya if she, like the other girl had put it out so nicely, ‘damaged the goods before the wedding, so that she couldn’t be satisfied properly during the wedding night’. Or the many times before that, Buffy had added mentally to herself. It really got on her nerves a little how carefree Anya talked about sex, like it was some everyday thing. But then of course, for Anya that was most likely possible. Buffy delivered another set of kicks and punches to the sand bag and then stepped back a little. She didn’t even had started to sweat during the last hour of training and almost wanted to finish when she heard some louder voices outside in the shop. Buffy got herself a towel and let it hang down her shoulders and casually walked out the training room into the actual shop.

She smiled at the scene that unfolded before her, that smile slowly turning into a huge grin. Spike had arrived at the shop and currently was involved in bickering with Xander, exchanging pleasantries like they always did, that way expressing clearly for everyone their hatred for each other. But deep inside Buffy suspected that they did like each other far better than they wanted the others to know. But in her mind another thought took form, because with Spike she could have someone as sparring partner who actually could fight back and whom she could fight with. So shortly after she had left the training room she again entered it to continue her training session, this time with Spike in tow.

The door closing behind them, Buffy took the towel off her shoulders and threw it in the corner again. She prepared for training and gestured Spike to fight her. The bleached blond vampire shrugged off his ever present duster and laid it down on a nearby chair, then he also stood there, ready for a fight, facing Buffy and waiting for her to make the first move.

Exchanging a fast set of blows, they both were enjoying the fight. A small trickle of sweat started to show on Buffy’s forehead and also her shirt was sweaty by now. The air in the room had grown hotter and the tension that hung in the air was crackling, not only that from fighting. They both were equal to each other and they knew it. Buffy felt how this fight with Spike actually managed to calm her but in the same time, stir her feelings up again, causing turmoil within her heart and soul. Her heart started to race and her breathing sped up so that she was panting from the fight but also was breathless because of something else. Inside she silently cursed herself for letting it happen again, but she couldn’t fight it. She felt the heat growing with every punch dealt, every blow she delivered and it made her feel the damp air in the training room pressing down on her. Buffy couldn’t fight it, the heat that was burning between her legs as she fought Spike, the throbbing with need while she hit him again, enjoying every second of it and panting because of desire now, not from the training.

Spike smirked at her, that sexy grin he always had on his lips when he was with her, most of the time to taunt her, tease her with something he knew she wanted but could never have in front of her friends. He was well aware of her arousal, he could smell it, see her hard nipples showing under her tight top and came closer to her, brushing his chest against her. His hands accidentally brushed her breasts, causing a small moan of desire escape her lips then stepping back again, but not before showing her his own burning need for her.

Suddenly there was no more thought of training from neither one of them as Buffy yanked him hard towards her and pressed her full lips on his, kissing him with passion and burning lust like she never felt before. It was true, like he said once, the fighting did make her horny as hell, the buzzing that had centred itself between her legs and the wetness clear evidence of that. But apparently so did it make him also, as he gasped at the hardness he was pressing against her through those tight pants. They had to go, Buffy decided, fast. It was wrong, she knew it, but at the moment, nothing else mattered, her lust taking over control. Still kissing him hard, tongues battling she ripped open his shirt, sending the buttons fly in all directions, her hands roaming over his muscular chest.

Spike pulled away.

“Hey, that was my favourite shirt!” He chided her but then decided to return that favour by ripping her top to shreds, leaving her breasts exposed. “Fair’s fair.”

He slowly lowered his head down to those wonderful breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and started suckling on it, while kneading the other one with one hand, while the other hand still held her in a strong grip. Buffy threw her head back and moaned with delight and pleasure. God, how he was making her crazy, teasing her by flicking his thumb over one nipple and the same time licking the other. If only, that just intensified the throbbing need between her legs, and she wanted him, badly. He came up, trailing the way up to her mouth with kisses and teasing licks until those sensual lips were over hers again. The nipples of her breasts stood out on his chest, the cold flesh sending shivers of pleasure through her every time she shifted slightly to give his mouth better access to her own. Her hands wandered down to his pants, fiddling with the buttons on his fly until she got them all open and freed him. A low growl escaped his lips as she started to stroke the full length of him slowly, causing another set of guttural moans coming from the vampire. It felt so good, and he wanted to loose control, but he fought the urge down, to jump at her right away and pulled her hands back up. He was close to completely loosing it, but didn’t want that to happen yet. Spike pulled her hands behind her back and then, still kissing passionately guided her to the back wall, pressing her against it. Buffy felt the cold stones on her bare back, but it did send even more waves of lust rolling through her. All his touches were like electricity on her body, like searing liquid fire through her veins and she panted heavily. Spike got rid of her pants, let them fall down on the floor where Buffy stepped out of them, throwing them with one foot to the left. The heat between her legs intensified and she pressed her now naked and unbearably hot body against Spike’s cold one and another surprised gasp escaped her, when she felt his hands between her legs. Her panties obviously had joined her pants on the floor as well and she opened her legs wider, to allow him access, urging him to continue on.

Spike felt like in heaven, here was his Slayer, all hot and wet for him and waiting eagerly to be taken. He continued kissing her, wandering downwards with his lips, one hand still on her breast, pinching the nipple between two fingers, causing her to moan with the same desire that radiated from her hot core between her legs. His other hand had gone down even farther, feeling her wetness and slightly dipping into the opening with one finger. She was so hot and he plunged two fingers inside her, then slowly letting them glide out again until only the fingertips remained within her. Buffy gasped for air, surprise mixing with pleasure and lust and she held onto him, arching her back and bucking her hips wildly to get his fingers back fully inside her.

But he didn’t, instead he continued teasing her, brushing his thumb over her clit which made her bucking her hips even more. The heat was unbearable, she was breathing heavily, burning with need, lust and desire. She was close to the edge, and his fingers had gone back to brushing in and out of her again, teasing her clit every time they went back in. She couldn’t fight it anymore, it was too much and she already felt her climax building to reach its peak soon.

“Please, Spike I need you inside of me, now”; she whimpered, begging for release which he was all happy to comply to. He came up again and lifted her, her legs wrapping around his back so that she was lifted above him, the tip of his erect cock already pointed at her entrance. With one quick thrust he was inside her, filling her completely and her cunt clamped down on his cock, squeezing around it. She was tight and hot, it felt so good around him and they both moaned, full of desire and lust, panting heavily. Spike slowly slid out again, to the point that he almost was out of her, then thrust back in again, slamming skywards back into her with full force, causing her to cry out slightly. Spike continued to thrust into her, positioning himself so that he would be brushing her clit with the upside of his cock every time he rammed inside and she let out a series of small cries and moans, which he quickly muffled with his lips on her mouth. He didn’t want to alarm the others now, of course.

Spike held onto her, lifting her up and down slower and faster, changing the pace of each of his strokes, cupping her buttocks with his strong hands. Buffy felt like she was going to explode any minute now, she was so hot and burning, jolts of electricity shooting through her body and her ragged breaths came faster now. She knew she was close and wanted release of the searing heat running through her. Spike was thrusting faster in and out of her now, he too was close to the edge and felt his own climax building, his head nuzzling on her neck, kissing her and he didn’t notice his demon emerge. All he knew was that he was pounding fast in and out of the Slayer, her hot and tight core around his cock and nothing else mattered to him at that moment.

Buffy felt the ridges on his forehead against her skin and she pressed him closer to her, the unspoken invite clear. She wanted him to, feeling him completely and without restraints. Without any second thought he sank his fangs inside her neck, letting the warm blood flow over his tongue while speeding up his thrusts. This was true heaven for him, tasting the sweet blood of his love while being actually in her hot centre, he lost control completely until he was no more and only the raw lust remained. With a deep growl he came inside her, spilling his cold seed deep into her, riding her at a fast pace as his climax took him over.

Buffy felt no pain from where his teeth had penetrated her skin on her shoulder, only pleasure and one she hadn’t encountered before. That indescribable pleasure at his bite nearly drove her crazy, added to that her climax, that had been up to this point slowly but steadily building reached its peak and she succumbed herself to her own lust and desire as she too came with a cry, her vaginal muscles clamping down on his cock, milking him to the last drop and his fluids mingling with hers. Together they rode the waves of their combined orgasms, letting themselves taken completely by their desire, lust and the sensual hunger that burned within them. It felt like they both would explode that instant, not able to see or hear or do anything else but to let everything else go and just drown in their feelings, completely lost as the last outskirts of their shared passion washed over them.

Panting hard and covered in sweat Buffy slowly recovered, her head back to the wall, still feeling him inside her. Her cheeks were flushed and hot but that was nothing compared to the burning desire she felt rising again to the feel of him still within her. He also looked up to her, licking the last drops of her blood off his lips, then he pressed them onto her mouth, kissing her hard again. Though he didn’t need to breathe, he too was panting heavily and his eyes shining with fulfilled lust. Slowly he started to caress her breasts again with one hand, while still holding onto her with the other. He didn’t want to let her go, wanted to remain buried within her, growing hard again.

But the sound of knocking roused them both out of their lust-filled haze. Someone must have been alarmed by her cry when she came, and she giggled at the thought. Having had sex with Spike while her friends were outside, only the door to the training room separating her naked form, still entwined with Spike from them finding out. Good thing, she remembered to have it locked before they began the training. And knowing that her friends were out there, completely unsuspecting aroused her even more, sending shivers of lust through her whole body. A broad grin crept up her face as she heard the voice of Xander from the outside.

“Buffy? Are you okay in there? We heard you shouting out. What the hell are you doing in there?”

She kissed Spike again, hard and pressed her erect nipples against his naked chest, enjoying the feeling of fire that it brought her. She wanted him, needed him again and her wetness still around his again hard cock. She shared a glance with Spike, saw the same desire still burning in his eyes as he lifted her up again and began the next round with slow strokes in and out of her.

“Just exercisin’.”

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