Chapter 3

 

“Hi guys I’m home.” Buffy called as she walked through the door and headed for the kitchen.  Dumping her shopping on the bench she carefully placed a sleeping Spike down as well, petting him gently as he lifted his head sleepily before opening one eye and stretching lazily.  Buffy giggled as she watched him yawn widely and roll over, and off the bench onto the floor.

 

Spike came awake with a start as he felt his body fall through the air, twisting he managed to land nimbly on his feet.  Looking around he quickly checked to see if anyone had noticed, anyone other then the laughing slayer that is.

 

“Way to go with the feline grace there, Spike.” Buffy gave a little giggle as she watched him glance furtively around before fixing her with an abashed look, “I don’t think anyone else saw.” She reassured him before she bent down to pick him back up, having given up on trying to keep him off the benches.

 

Spike gave her a wide grin, if only the slayer knew that when she bent over she gave him a perfect view down her top.

 

A whirlwind of noise heralded Dawn’s entrance into the house. “There he is!” she exclaimed as she bounced into the kitchen and scooped him up. “I was so worried; I couldn’t find him anywhere earlier.”  She fussed and cooed over the bundle in her arms.

 

Buffy sighed, “He followed Xander to the Magic Box.”

 

“Oh kitty, are you alright?” Dawn began to inspect his soft fur closely. “Don’t you do that again, what if a nasty puppy had gotten you.”

 

Spike stretched lazily as he remembered the ‘puppy’ he had run into that afternoon.  He ran his tongue lightly across his fangs before reaching a paw up to pat Dawn on her cheek reassuringly.

 

“Oh kitty’s so clever,” she pressed her face into the soft fleshy pad of Spike’s paw, noting absently that his sharp claws were safely sheathed to prevent an accidental scratch.  Leaning forward Dawn pulled the corner of one of the bags open, “Oh steak! Woohoo, the Summers are eating like queens tonight.”

 

Buffy snatched at the bag. “Ummm actually it’s not for us.”

 

“Huh? Then who did you buy…?” Dawns eyes widened as Buffy dropped a large piece of meat onto the chopping board “RUMP STEAK.  You bought rump steak, and it’s not for us?”

 

Buffy blushed, “Well I went to buy Spike some cat food, and it all looked…” she wrinkled her nose, “and we have to feed him something, and I thought he looks like a pedigree, so I figured he would need to eat something really good.” She rushed the explanation out as she carefully diced the meat into perfect cubes, placing them carefully on a dinner plate.

 

Dawn watched her sister in horror as she deposited the last of the meat onto the plate and slid it across the counter. “Ok, can I be a cat too please.” 

 

Spike squirmed out of Dawn’s arms and began to eye the meat before him carefully, debating the best way to extract the blood from the small squares of flesh.  Experimentally he extended the sharp claws on one of his paws, expertly piercing a hunk of meat and bringing it to his mouth where he proceeded to lick the blood from its surface.  Piercing it with one sharp fang, he sucked as much liquid from it as he could before depositing the shriveled mass beside the plate and moving onto the next piece.

 

Dawn stared at the growing mound of shriveled chunks of meat, “Ok weird cat.” She tickled him behind the ear distractedly. “So Buff, what’s the plan for tonight?  Patrol?”

 

“Uh huh,” she gave Dawn a small smile, “and I promise I’ll check in on Spike.  He’s probably back at his crypt by now anyway, all hung-over and growly.”

 

Dawn sighed in relief, “Make sure you ask around too, ‘cause Spike NEVER goes anywhere without his coat.”

 

Buffy placed a hand over her heart. “I promise to check all Spike’s usual skanky hangouts until I find the bleached menace.” She pushed some money across the bench to Dawn. “Grab some takeout for dinner; I’m going to get ready for patrol”.

 

Dawn bent over and looked in Spike’s face, “Oooh Kitty, pizza for dinner? Extra anchovies?”

 

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Spike wandered upstairs pushing the door to Buffy’s room open and casually strolled in. The house was quiet with Dawn having finally gone to bed after ingesting massive amounts of cheesy pizza and soda. Buffy had been gone for several hours, so Spike decided to find a suitable perch on which to wait for the slayer’s return.

 

Eyeing the dressing table carefully, Spike nimbly jumped onto its surface expertly avoiding the knickknacks dotted across its surface. Carefully he began to gently edge them aside making room to stretch himself out. Just as he finally found a comfortable position something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

 

Turning to stare at the offending object he realised it was a small-framed photograph of the Great Brooding Poof. ‘Bugger, you’d think Captain Forehead would at least crack a smile in the picture instead of looking vaguely constipated’.  Yawning widely Spike stretched out, his front paw catching the edge of the photo and moving it slightly.  He brought his paw back to him.  Spike quickly glanced around the room before stretching his front paws outwards again deliberately aiming for brooding face in the photograph, and with a quick movement he pushed sharply on the glass, knocking it of the dresser, straight into the waste basket below.

 

Satisfied, Spike settled down to await Buffy’s return, a hint of a smirk playing across his face.

 

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Buffy walked in through the kitchen door exhausted.  Not only had she been unable to locate Spike, but she had a run in with another of the demons they had come across in their last patrol. Clutched in her hand was Spike’s black leather duster. She had found it in the bedroom of his crypt, which made her really begin to worry about the bleached menace’s whereabouts. All she had been able to find out was that after their last patrol together he had gone to Willy’s to play kitten poker. That was the last anyone had seen of him.

 

Poking her head into the lounge room on her way upstairs Buffy noticed Willow and Tara curled up on the lounge quietly watching television, “Hi guys.”

 

“Hey Buffy, how was patrol?” Willow shifted slightly to sit up and look at her friend.

 

“It was ok, dusted a few vamps, tried to find Spike and got spat on by one of those gross demon thingy’s we fought the other night.” Buffy plucked her sticky shirt away from her chest as she spoke a disgusted look on her face.

 

“Research?” Willow let the question hang.

 

Buffy shook her head slightly, “Nah I think it can wait for tomorrow. I’m gonna go upstairs and get unsticky.  Dawny get to bed alright?”

 

“She was already asleep when we got home.” Willow snuggled back into Tara’s embrace as Buffy nodded and headed upstairs.

 

Buffy walked into her room smiling as she noticed Spike laying on her dresser, his wiry body contorted around the knickknacks on the surface. Reaching forward she stroked his soft fur gently. “I couldn’t find Spike anywhere, Vampire Spike that is, not Kitty Spike, cause you’re here.” Reaching down she kissed his head softly, “I’m getting worried, but shhhh, don’t tell anyone.”

 

Buffy tossed Spike’s duster onto her bed before grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom.

 

When he heard the door click shut Spike lifted his head and stared at it intently a thoughtful gleam in his eye. ‘If only she knew.’

 

Half an hour later Buffy walked back into the bedroom drying her hair lightly, a towel wrapped tightly around her damp body.  She carefully extracted her hairbrush from beneath one of Spike’s back legs before working the tangles from her freshly washed hair.  Turning towards her bed Buffy let her towel drop to the floor; she reached for her nightie holding it before her absently before discarding it and crawling beneath the sheets.  Reaching over to turn the lamp off Buffy noticed Spike’s duster out of the corner of her eye. Sitting up she dragged the old leather up beside her, holding it to her face and inhaling deeply.  Turning out the light she clutched the duster to her as she closed her eyes. “Where are you Spike?” she whispered softly before sleep claimed her.

 

Spike opened one eye. ‘ ‘m right here slayer, never leave you,’ he watched her for a few minutes until he was satisfied that she was sleeping soundly.  Closing his eyes he started to purr lightly, the gentle noise filling the stillness of the room.

 

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Spike woke up sometime later, a strange sensation buzzing through his small body. Getting to his feet he arched his back upwards as he worked the kinks out of his spine.  Sniffing the air lightly Spike searched for anything that could be causing the tingling in his body.  The barest hint of arousal drifted across from the bed, ‘Bloody hell she’s at it again.’

 

Buffy laid in bed, sleeping soundly, her body barely moving.  At some stage she had kicked the sheets from the bed and now lay exposed in the moonlight.  Spike nimbly leapt from the dresser and stalked closer to the bed, pausing for a moment to control the desire raging through him.

 

Hormones firmly in check Spike turned his attention back to Buffy; she lay on her back with one arm flung above her head while the other lay nestled between her legs, her fingers moving in slow circles as she slept.  Somehow she had managed to entwine her limbs with his duster, the black leather twisting from beneath her to curl around one slightly bent knee. ‘God the bloody thing is going to be drenched in her’.  Lust flooded his body again as he stared down at her, enjoying the way the dark leather contrasted her golden skin. ‘Hang on.’ Spike’s eyes widened as he realised that not only was he looking down on the Slayer, but also he was standing on the floor.

 

His head whipped down to look at his body. The smooth hard planes of his pale abdomen greeted him. ‘Bloody hell!’ He jerked his hands up to rub across his smooth skin, searching for any signs of the fur covered body he had lived with for the past few days.  Eyes widening in realization, he darted one hand around to smooth across his backside, a sigh of relief escaping when he found no traces of a tail.  “That’s it baby, Spike’s back.”

 

“Spike?” a soft voice floated up from the bed.

 

Spike looked down straight into Buffy’s puzzled eyes.

 

Buffy sat up, oblivious to her nakedness. “Where have you been? And why are you in my room at 4am naked?” she let her eyes roam across his body before settling on his thick cock.

 

Spike grinned as the smell of her arousal filled the air. “Well there’s a bit of a story to that Slayer.  Maybe you can tell me why you’re laying in your bed naked with my duster tucked all round you?” curling his tongue against his teeth Spike ran his hands lightly across his stomach before moving them towards his erect cock.  His hands stilled just as his fingers reached the soft curls at its base, “Makes me all hot it does…maybe I should go grab some ice.”

 

Buffy eyes flew to his face. “How?” she felt the heat rush through her body as she flushed pink.

 

Spike dropped to his knees on the end of her bed, letting his body fall forwards so that his hands settled beside her waist, and forced Buffy back down onto her back.  He took a moment to appreciate the taught planes of her stomach before snapping his head up to look at her through hooded eyes.  Slowly he moved upwards until his face hovered above hers, his body almost touching hers, a whisper of a breeze between their skin.  He smiled seductively as he began to purr, his gaze filled with a heat that made her shiver, “meow.”

 

Buffy’s eyes widened in shock as she once again sat up abruptly, her body now flush with Spike’s as her eyes darted around the room. “Where?  How?  You?  You’re?”

 

Spike chuckled, the vibration causing their skin to rub lightly together. “All good questions luv,” he closed his eyes for a moment relishing the feel of her body pressed against his.  He moved his hips slightly causing the tip of his cock to brush lightly against her clit. “So do you want me to answer them now?” he thrust his hips forward more forcefully, relishing the moan he elicited from her, “Or later?”

 

Buffy felt her body go fluid, his touch heating and cooling her skin at the same time.  She felt the moisture pooling between her legs as she desperately tried to press herself closer to his cool body. “Later,” she breathed as Spike’s lips began to move across her face, his blunt teeth catching her lip gently as he suckled on it for a moment before covering her mouth, letting his tongue snake its way inside.

 

Spike lost himself in the feel of Buffy’s mouth, her warm lips moving softly across his.  Gently easing her back onto the bed he let his lips move across her face.  He nibbled lightly on her ear before trailing soft kisses down her throat, occasionally he would nip her skin lightly with his blunt teeth before flicking his tongue across the spot soothingly.

 

Buffy blindly ran her hands across the planes of his back as she let herself be overwhelmed by the sensations Spike was causing.  Feeling him nip lightly at one of her nipples, she arched her body into his touch. “More.” Her hands continued their path across his body until she finally reached her goal.  Tugging lightly she attempted to pull him forward. “I need you in me. Please.” she begged.

 

Spike’s eyes rolled back as he felt Buffy’s small hands close over his cock tugging at it. Gathering all his strength he removed her hands, pleasure washing over him as he heard her disappointed groan.  Chancing a quick look at her face he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped at the sight of her pouting lip, “Soon luv.  Wanna play a little first.”

 

Spike turned his attention back to the small body before him; running his hand down the length of her body, he gave her clit a sharp flick before covering it with his mouth and sucking lightly.  Moving backwards he pulled away a few inches and studied her soft mound, running one finger downwards he absently played with her slit.  Blowing gently he watched as the soft skin puckered lightly, so enticing. Leaning forward he ran his tongue along its length before once again teasing her clit. He covered it with his mouth, sucking gently before pulling back, letting the tender skin stretch slightly before allowing it to pop from his mouth.

 

Slowly and with excruciating care he slid one finger inside her hot passage, wiggling it slightly as he sought out his goal.  Pressing gently with his finger he covered her clit with his mouth once more, as Buffy began to writhe and moan more aggressively beneath him.  Spike flinched as Buffy grasped his head pushing him against her forcefully. He groaned softly causing her to convulse beneath him at the sensation.  Carefully he inserted two more fingers into her passage, increasing his speed as they pumped within her.  His mouth attacked her clit with renewed vigor as he felt the tension build within her body.

 

Flicking her a quick glance Spike watched her face as her orgasm built, her look of total abandon causing his own desire to race through him again like wildfire.  He could feel her body begin to tense as her orgasm began to crest. In response, he began nipping and sucking frantically before vamping out and piercing her sensitive clit with one fang, sucking vigorously as droplets of potent blood filled his mouth.

 

The feel of Spike’s fang embedded in her was too much. Buffy let the intensity of the orgasm take over as wave after wave of sensation flowed through her, causing her to cry out her release.  She felt Spike slowly remove his fingers from inside her, and she watched as if in a dream as he lifted them to his mouth, savoring the taste as though it were honey. 

 

Buffy lay panting on the bed for a few moments, her eyes fixed on Spike’s weeping cock. “Ok, your turn now,” she rolled onto her stomach before rising onto her hands and knees with slow languid movements.  Looking at him from over her shoulder Buffy wiggled her arse at him, “Ok your turn now; get that cock in me NOW!”

 

Spike ran his hands across her backside and began to move forward.  A noise downstairs caught his attention, and he whipped his head around to stare at the door. “Might just lock that I think luv.  Don’t want to be disturbed now do we.” He gave her backside a sharp slap before sliding off the bed and heading for the door.  He stopped, listening for a moment to the voices downstairs.  Satisfied that no one was on their way up, he flicked the lock, and tested the door before turning back to the bed.

 

He groaned at the sight before him, “Bugger.”  Curled up in the middle of the bed on his duster was a small cream covered ball of fur. “Buffy?”