Gone Redux

by Spikeskat

After the emotional upheaval with Dawn, Buffy, and Willow, Spike thought he’d lay low for a few days.  Leaving Clem to keep an eye on his crypt for a few days, he took his kitten-poker winnings and traded them in for some cold, hard cash.  With the thick wad of cash stuffed in his pockets, he climbed into the Desoto and made his way to the only swanky hotel Sunnydale supported.

No one would think to look for him here 1) because everything thought he was constantly broke and 2) because it wasn’t a place he’d normally frequent.  Both of those reasons made it ideal for him. 

Let’s face it.

He was hiding from her.  The slayer.

Right now she needed to deal with the situation between her sister and her best friend and he didn’t need to be in the middle of it.  Not that he didn’t want to be with her, far from it.  After the whole abandoned warehouse incident, he’d come to crave her body like a drug.  Even if she did hate him for it.

So, he hid.  And, he treated himself to the luxury of the five-star hotel.

~*~

Buffy had no sooner walked out of the hair salon that she felt enveloped by a burst of energy.  She let out a slight shriek as her limbs twitched momentarily.  Then, she looked down at herself.

And gasped.

Damned if she couldn’t see her own body.

She swung by the Magic Shop, hoping to find out why she was suddenly invisible!Buffy, but neither Anya or Xander had any ideas.  Although, Xander did hint about Willow being the possible culprit.

Leaving the research in their capable hands, she left the shop to see what kind of fun she could get in.

~*~

As she walked through town, Buffy came across a fashion victim just waiting to happen.  Grabbing the hat of the woman sitting on the bench, she waved it around her head. 

“I am the ghost of fashion victims past,” she started in a ghost-like eerie voice.  “Studded caps?  Not a good idea.”

The woman saw the hat waving in the air by itself, heard the weird voice that seemed to come from out of nowhere, and took off running.

Buffy threw the hat in the trash and wandered off. 

Noticing the running meter maid vehicle idling while the man wrote a ticket, she quickly hopped inside and took off down the street.

~*~

Awhile later, and pleased with herself for tormenting the evil social worker that had visited her home earlier today, she stood around with nothing to do.

An evil smile that no one could see came to her lips as she thought about the fun she could have with Spike.

‘In your system now, am I?  I’ll show you who’s in whose system.’

Making her way towards his crypt, Buffy thought of all the wonderful little tricks she could play on the vampire.

~*~

She silently slid the door open and stepped inside.  She figured he’d be downstairs asleep, so she was surprised to see Clem hanging out, apparently watching TV.

“Hey, Clem!  Where’s Spike?”

Buffy watched as the flabby-skinned demon jumped to his feet and looked around.

“Slayer?” he called out hesitantly.

“Yeah, it’s me.  Don’t bother looking for me.  I’m invisible!slayer today.”

“Oh, ok.  What can I do for you slayer?  Spike’s not here right now, I’m watching his place for a few days,” he volunteered.

“Oh,” she muttered.  ‘Well, there went that idea.’

Clem being the overachiever demon that he was, continued, “Yeah, said he was going to take a holiday.  Up to that swanky hotel up on the hill.  He’ll be back in a few days.  You want me to tell him you stopped by?”

“Uh, no thanks, Clem.  I’ll see ya later.”

“Ok, slayer.  Bye.”

Buffy walked out of the crypt and made her way towards the hotel that was perched up on a hill overlooking Sunnydale.  It was time to have some serious fun with a certain blond vampire.

~*~

It took her a bit to find out where exactly Spike was staying.  She traversed almost six floors seeking out the annoying vampire’s signature before she finally located him.  He was so going to get it for putting her to all this trouble.  Six flights of stairs, long walks up and down the hallway.  Yep, he was so going to pay!

Now that she had located his room, she needed an excuse for the door to open.  She walked back downstairs and used the house phone to call the front desk to arrange for more towels to be brought up to the room.  Then, she dashed back upstairs to wait, grumbling under her breath once more about the flights of stairs she had to race back up. (She didn’t want to take a chance on the elevator and miss the maid.)

As it was, the door was just opening to reveal one sexy, bleary-eyed vampire who had apparently hastily slipped on his jeans to answer the summons – he hadn’t bothered with buttoning them.  He leaned against the doorframe, the muscles in his chest flexing, and Buffy watched – silently fuming – as the girl ogled her vampire.  Wait! Her vampire?

“What can I get you, pet?” she heard him ask the maid, the sound caused her own knees to weaken as it rumbled deep in his chest.

Gaping at the gorgeous figure before her, the maid was too stupefied to talk, instead just holding out the towels as if that would answer his question.

“Towels?  Well, come on in and put them down, I guess…” his voice trailed off in confusion.  He was still half-asleep, and wanted nothing more than to return to his bed and catch a few more hours of shut-eye.

He stepped back into the room allowing the maid to enter, and Buffy saw her chance to sneak in.

She slipped in behind the maid, then almost gave away everything when she let out a slight gasp in appreciation of the room’s furnishings.  Quickly snapping a hand over her mouth, she rushed deeper into the room, past Spike and the maid.

Apparently, Spike thought the sound came from the maid, because he never once glanced in her direction.

She stood by the fire, quickly shedding her invisible clothes to land in a heap, and warmed her bare limbs as she waited for the maid to depart and for Spike to close the door once more.

~*~

Spike shut the door behind the woman and wandered back over towards the bed.  He yawned again, stretching his arms over his head, and revealing the dark curls that had barely been hidden behind his unbuttoned jeans.

Buffy held her hand over her mouth to keep from moaning aloud, the peek-a-boo show getting her juices flowing to the point where she was ready to say to hell with the teasing and on to the fun.

She took several calming breaths, until she was once more in control.

She had just started across the room when Spike dropped his pants.

‘Good Lord, he’s huge!’

Not that she hadn’t explored every inch of his delectable body. But, it had been night and she’d done more touching than actual visualizing.  As she gazed at his hard shaft she was amazed that it had actually fit inside her.

Buffy slipped silently across the room, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting vampire…

She let out a yelp when he twirled around, eyes closed, and grabbed her.

“Slayer,” he groaned as he pulled her invisible – and naked – body close.

“How…” her voice trailed off.

“Mmmm…vampire here, pet.  I could feel you…then I could smell you,” he told her as he trailed kisses down her neck.

It was a good thing she was invisible, otherwise he would have seen her body flush bright red in embarrassment.  She soon got over it, as her body aligned herself against his.  She leaned back, giving him greater access to her neck, and thrilled as his nibbles became more aggressive, biting her hard enough with his blunt teeth to leave tiny indentions on her skin.  She loved it.  She wanted more.

As her arousal continued to wash over him, it was all Spike could do not to throw her up against the wall and pound into her willing body again.  He wanted to take it slow, show her how good it could be between them.

He abruptly pulled away from her before his demon could take over, scooping her up in his arms and crossing to the bed.  He didn’t ask himself how he knew where she was – if he were blind he’d be able to make out her signature, her aura.  She was in his blood, and he was going to do his damnedest to get into hers.

He laid her back against the sheets and watched as the bed made an impression where her body lay.  Climbing up after her, he stretched out beside her then set to igniting her body on fire with his lips, his tongue, his hands.

Spike just wished he could see her facial expressions.

His emotions lay unguarded to her, and he felt a moment’s hesitation that she could so easily see the effect she was having on him, without any sort of reciprocation.

Then, he pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on pleasing her.

~*~

He made love to her slow, starting with her feet, massaging the kinks out of them as he plied her muscles with his hands.  He heard her groan happily in appreciation and had to smother a smirk…he’d get to her yet.

His hands work their way up her calves, alternately kneading each leg into supplication. Then his hand crawled higher, and he felt her body stiffen as his fingertips neared the apex of her thighs.  He wasn’t ready for that spot yet, wanting to build the anticipation…

Instead, he moved to one side of the bed and went to work on her upper extremities.  Starting with the palm of one hand, he gently rubbed his thumbs in a soothing pattern as he moved out towards her fingertips.  He slipped each digit into his mouth, eliciting a groan of frustration from her.

“Spike,” she whimpered.

“Shhh…just lie back and relax, slayer,” he whispered before sucking another tip into the cool recesses of his mouth.  His tongue worked over it for a moment before releasing it and moving on to the next one.

After all of her fingertips were seen to, Spike started massaging his way up her arm, his grip almost bruising as he got the taut muscles in her arms to turn to jelly.  Shifting to the other side of the bed, he repeated his actions to her other arm.

When she finally lay boneless, he shifted back between her parted thighs and settled himself in for a snack.

He paused about the depression in the bed that indicated where her thighs came together, inhaled her essence and let it wash over him.  His eyes closed, and he licked his lips appreciatively, oblivious to the watchful gaze of the woman that lay beneath him.

His mouth found her unerringly, his tongue flicked out to run up and down along the outer folds of her pussy, just enough for her to feel his presence but not enough to get off on.  He wanted her begging, her body bucking and writhing beneath him, before he finally gave in to her demands.  When he’d teased her enough, he lifted his head slightly and worried the sensitive nub that lay hidden at the top of her cleft. 

He felt her lower body buck up towards his mouth, eager to increase the friction…he just smiled to himself and continued to lave at her clit.  He felt the vibrations in her legs and could sense she was getting close…her heart rate had increased and at some point her hands had fisted in his hair, holding his mouth in place.

“Spike…please…” she whimpered. 

He’d told her that she would come to crave him, and damn his unsouled hide, he was right.  The things he was doing to her, the way he was making her feel, she couldn’t help it…she needed him.  Now!  No one else had made her feel this way…so loved, yet at the same time, so wild and passionate.

“Please what, slayer?” he rumbled low in his throat, the sexy sound had almost the same effect as his tongue on her pussy.  Almost.

“Please…I…Spike…I need you…inside me…”

His head lifted, and he wished yet again that he could see her…witness the capitulation in her eyes.  But, on the other hand, maybe it was a good thing he couldn’t see.  See how vulnerable the words probably made her feel.  It was probably the only reason she was relenting, because he couldn’t see the look on her face as she gave in to him…pleaded for him.

“Buffy…”

In one swift move, he surged up her body and sheathed himself in her core.  Invisible hands and legs came to wrap around him, encasing him in her warmth.  Slowly, he began to move, groaning low in his throat as her muscles clenched around his cock.  His pace was unhurried; he was trying to show her how it could be between them…it didn’t always have to be about pain.  Although, his demon liked that too.

But, he could also be tender.  If she let him.

Beneath him, Buffy was agog at the sensations coursing through her small frame.  He never seemed to stop amazing her.  She told him that vampires couldn’t love, had been told by Drusilla that she was wrong on that score, but she’d held firm in her beliefs.  Now…now she was actually starting to believe that he might actually, really love her.

Her right hand slipped from behind his back to tenderly cup his face.  He seemed surprised by the action, pausing in his movements to peer down at her invisible form as if he could use his intense gaze and will her to suddenly appear. Her other hand joined the first, and holding his face in her hands, urged his head down to her for a kiss. 

Unsure of her motive, Spike lowered his head, allowing her to direct him.  A low rumble sounded in his chest as he felt her tongue trace a circular pattern around his lips.  His mouth parted slightly and her lips meshed firmly with his so that her tongue could slip inside his mouth and mate with his.

He let her control the kiss – she had initiated it, after all – and an occasional growl escaped his lips as no corner of his mouth went untouched.  Spike was helpless to do nothing more than let her have her way…

But, he needed to move. His cock was throbbing from inactivity.

Finally, he tore his mouth away from hers, shifting his hips so that the majority of his length slipped from her slick passage.  At her groan, Spike thrust back in to her once more, burying himself to the hilt.

Buffy clutched Spike tightly to her, clamoring to get as close to him as she could.

“More…”

Spike slipped almost all the way out of her again before surging back within her depths.

“Oh God, yes! More, Spike. Harder.”

His control snapped.  Burying his face in her shoulder, he thrust into her repeatedly, finesse going by the wayside as his emotions took over.  Her hips thrust upwards to meet his, the sound of their bare skin smacking into each other the only sound in the otherwise quiet room, and it was all Spike could do not to come right then.

He could feel the tension building in her body; his own body was precariously close to release.  He wanted her to fly with him, so he reached one hand down between their joined bodies to rub his thumb in lazy circles around her clit. 

“Ohhh…god…”

Then he felt it – her body convulsed beneath his, her inner walls massaging his cock as her orgasm ripped through her body. 

Buffy wanted to scream with the force of her release.  Some small sane part of her realized they were in a hotel room and not some abandoned warehouse so she sunk her teeth into his neck to keep from scaring the people around her.

Spike felt her teeth as she bit him…his eyes widened in astonishment at the gesture.  It was too much for his demon to take, and with a loud bellow, he came – he didn’t care about the people around him.

Buffy felt the full weight of Spike as he collapsed on top of her.  It was a good thing she was still invisible so he couldn’t see the blush that stained her features…all of her features.  Good lord!  They probably heard him on the first floor.  She would be surprised if the hotel management showed up to see if he was all right.

That thought brought forth a chuckle, and she laughed outright at the bemused expression on Spike’s face as he lifted his head in an attempt to peer down at her.

“Wot?”

“Nothing,” she giggled.

When he continued to look at her curiously, she added, “You were kinda loud, don’t ya think?”

Spike lowered his head back to her neck, affectionately licking the vein that pulsed there.

“Loud…I’ll show you loud,” he muffled into her neck as he continued to run his tongue along her throat.

On the far wall of the room, the flames of the fire illuminated the two lovers as they continued their antics late into the night.

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