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Chapter 14: Dinner & A Movie

If someone had told him that he would ever be sitting in a living room with a slayer draped over him, half asleep, and eleven other girls laid out on the floor around him watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, he would have laughed his bloody head off. Then, he would have staked the wanker for saying it. But, here he now was, watching some blond chick “personalizing” some guy’s home. The girls were laughing uproariously; Spike just cringed inwardly. ‘The things I do for the slayer.’

At least the entire night hadn’t been a total sap-a-thon. The pizza had arrived around six and everyone ate that while watching The One. Pretty interesting flick, if a little farfetched. The girls took pity on him and played another action movie after that one before they settled into the “chick flicks.” That’s the point where the slayer had drifted into la la land. He only wished he could join her and ease his suffering. Unfortunately, his sleep schedule didn’t allow him to nod off at only eleven at night even though the movie was bloody awful. Ah, well. After this show, he’d beg off, citing Buffy’s sleepiness. He’d dare anyone to comment on that remark. Grinning at the thought, he once more turned his attention to the antics playing out on the screen.

As soon as the movie ended, he cradled the sleeping slayer in his arms and stood up. He headed for the opening that led back to the main hall. Without turning around and while still walking he said, “I’ll just take Sleeping Beauty up to bed now. You guys finish ‘yer movie fest.”

Dawn flashed a wicked grin and said, “You could always come back down and watch another one with us after you put Buffy to bed. We could take an intermission until you get back.” Spike glanced back upon hearing that comment from the ‘Bit. When he saw the look on her face, he mumbled something that suspiciously sounded like “sod off” before heading out of the room. Dawn’s chuckle sounded softly behind him.

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“Have a nice nap, luv?” Spike knew she wasn’t asleep because he had heard her heart rate slowly increase towards the end of the movie. He had been tempted to get up and leave with her right then, but didn’t want to have a blushing slayer on his hands. He settled her softly on top of the bed and looked down at her face. Buffy slowly blinked her eyes awake and tried to fake a yawn. Spike wasn’t buying it.

“Vampire hearing, pet. Knew you’ve been awake for a while.” A chagrined look crossed her face. “Woulda’ left before the movie was over, but didn’t want to shock the kiddies.”

“Oh, you’re bad!” she said, while a blush lit up her face. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him before he had a chance to block it. The pillow bounced off his forehead, disrupting his slicked-back platinum hair. She giggled when she saw some of his hair start to curl up and frame his face. Personally, she thought he looked adorable when his hair did that, but he’d have a fit if he heard his name and adorable uttered in the same sentence.

He looked at her in mock astonishment before slowly reaching down to pick the pillow up off the floor. A wicked gleam came into his eye as he slowly stalked his prey waiting warily on the bed. He heard her heart rate accelerating then was hit with the smell of her arousal. Buffy didn’t know if she should grab another pillow to defend herself or lay back and wait eagerly for Spike to pounce. She licked her suddenly dry lips in anticipation, watching Spike’s eyes flare in reaction. Halfheartedly, she reached for a pillow behind her, but he stopped her, leaning in close before whispering in her ear, “very bad, pet.” His words flooded her senses; she could feel her panties getting drenched at that remark. She moaned as he trailed his tongue around the outer shell of her ear before standing back up to divest himself of his t-shirt. When that slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor, he brought his hands to the fly of his jeans, undoing the top button and slowly lowering the zipper. His cock suddenly sprang free from its confinement. The jeans were quickly removed from his lean hips, sliding down his legs, before he stepped out of them. Then he stood before Buffy in all his naked glory.

Buffy had sat up to perch on her knees while Spike had taken off his clothes. As he stood there looking at her, her hands came up to remove her pajamas.

“No,” he whispered. Her hands stilled on the top button. “Let me.”

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she slowly dropped her hands, nodding slightly. Spike walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. He reached up and tucked an errant lock behind her ear. He then trailed his fingers down her ear, along her neck, making a path on her body to where her top came together over her chest. With exquisite care, he used one hand to undo the buttons of her top. He could hear the slayer’s heart pounding in her chest, felt her breath hitch in her throat. When the last button came undone he trailed his fingers back up her body along the slight opening that he had made. Her body quivered at his touch while his fingers traced a cool path up to her neck. His other hand came off the bed to works its way under her top to caress her exposed shoulder. Both hands softly kneaded her shoulders from her neck outward to her arms, allowing the top to glide effortless down her arms. Reaching behind her, he grabbed the top with one hand-moving it out of the way – while with the second, he gently encouraged her to fall back against the pillows behind her. He dropped her top on the floor and stretched out alongside her.

Spike brought his thumb up to brush lightly over her slightly parted lips. He own lips soon followed the path of his thumb. Open-mouthed, he brushed his lips back and forth across Buffy’s. His tongue traced its way around her lips before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. She moaned, and that was all the invitation he needed. His tongue slipped inside her mouth to languidly explore the inner recesses of her mouth, before dueling with her own. Her hands came up around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. He broke away, panting needless, resting his forehead against hers. Once more under control, he slid down along her body. His fingers played lightly over her ribcage and down along her side. He took in the laceration that had slowly healed on her stomach. A faint line was the only scar, but the bruise had not gone away. In fact, it looked worse. Spanning out from the oblong-ish blue bruise were spidery blue veins. They reached almost to the underside of her breasts on the top and to the dark curls that covered her womanhood on the bottom. It brought a frown to his face.

Sensing his hesitation, Buffy opened her eyes and looked at him, puzzled as to why he was frowning.

“Does it hurt?” he asked as he trailed butterfly-soft fingertips along the scar.

“No. Not really.”

“You sure?”

“More than sure,” she replied as she grabbed his hand from the scar and pulled it up towards her breast. Taking the hint, he stopped talking and got back to the task of making love to his woman.

While his hand cupped her breast, using his thumb to lightly brush back and forth over the nipple, his mouth tended to the other. His tongue circled the areola a few times causing the nipple to harden even more. Then he began lightly flicking her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. A low moan slipped from Buffy’s lips and her hands fisted into the bed covering. Wanting to be fair, his mouth released the one nipple before settling on the other to give it the same loving attention. With a last gentle tug of his blunted teeth, he released the puckered bud to slowly make his way down her body.

He could smell her arousal coming off of her in waves as he settled himself between her legs. He leaned in close to inhale deeply, his tongue flicked out for a quick taste. Buffy’s hips came off the bed at the slight contact. Spike had played her body so well that she was teetering on orgasm. She thought she would die is she couldn’t feel that sweet release. Spike could feel the tension in her body and decided to ease a little of her suffering. He brushed two fingers over her slick passage getting them nice and wet. Then, he pushed them into her opening as his mouth clamped down on her nub and pulled. With a started cry, she came instantly. Spike removed his fingers to replace them with his tongue, lapping up the slayer’s essence. When her tremors died down, he gave one last lick and stopped. Then, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. ‘Almost as good as her blood.’

Buffy watched through half-lowered eyes as Spike stuck his fingers in his mouth. Seeing his pleasure in her taste was making her hot all over again. She wanted more. Now. She started to sit up just as Spike pulled his fingers out of his mouth and looked at her. His piercing gaze stopped her, and she froze, head inches above her pillow.

“Uh uh, pet. Just lie back.” With a frustrated pout, she did as he asked.

Spike sat up again, still within her parted legs, and grabbed one of her legs. Using both of his thumbs, he massaged her foot for a few minutes before he bent over and began trailing kisses up her leg. Her breath hitched in her throat as he neared the curls at the apex of her legs. She shivered in anticipation, waiting to feel his tongue on her clit again. He teased her softly, his breath blowing across her damp curls. Abruptly, he sat up again to start the same ministrations to her other leg. A quick massage, then his tongue and lips were gliding kisses up her opposite leg. Buffy was going crazy! Again his mouth was hovering above her mound. She was going to die if he didn’t take her into his mouth. Just when she thought she could stand the suspense any more, she felt his cool tongue along her slit, sliding up and down. Her hips flew off the bed, her head fell back into the pillows, and the veins stood out at her neck, as the skill of Spike’s mouth once more worked its magic.

Pressure began to build inside Buffy once more and she attempted to raise her hips to seek friction against his face that would enable her to tumble over the edge, but Spike stopped before she obtained that sweet release. Sliding up on his knees in between Buffy’s parted legs, he lifted her hips, positioned his cock at her slick opening and slid home. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. Both of them let out a groan of pleasure. He tenderly lifted her body up off of the bed so that she was sitting in his lap facing him, mindful of the healing injury on her stomach. Spike swung his legs out from under him, sitting on the end of the bed, his feet balanced on the floor. Grabbing her hips, he pushed her body back until just the tip of his cock was left inside her opening before plunging once more in her welcoming heat. Ignoring her mewling pleas of “harder” and “faster,” he made love slowly to his slayer, conscious of the expanding bruise on her stomach. Buffy gave up trying to urge him on, and let him set the pace. She reveled in his gentle loving, feeling cherished in his embrace. Her orgasm took her completely by surprise, crashing over her in seemingly endless waves. Her inner muscles squeezing his cock urged him to his own release, and with one final thrust, Spike spilled his cool seed in her welcoming body.

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