Chapter 5
Buffy wrestled with the leg of her jeans, but finally managed to drag it over her stylish boot in record time with minimum loss of momentum. There’d barely been time to shower back in Sunnydale what with all the investigations and stuff, hence the absence of panties – at least that was what she told herself. Spike had simply eased his jeans down past his butt so that his cock and balls were ready and able for some Buffy loving.
“Remind me… to wear… more skirts…” Buffy breathed at him through heated kisses. He didn’t argue.
She darted little looks at the front of the cell, her pulse rocketing. He knew that she was a little edgy about the see-through wall and was willing her not to get cold feet. Thing was, it was exciting somehow to think that they may have an audience. Being a clan vampire meant that it was commonplace to see any number of bodies writhing in ecstasy, free to satisfy urges that were unfettered by human morality once the soul slid away. The poet in him had frozen with humiliation the first time Drusilla bared his all in full view of Angelus and Darla, but when his dark princess had gone to work on him with her cold mouth he’d got a real kick out of watching her head bob up and down and then switching his gaze to see his grandsire eyeing him hungrily.
He didn’t think Buffy was quite ready for that little trip down memory lane just yet, and to be honest whilst he couldn’t care less who saw him getting it on, he did object to anybody casting lusty looks at his Slayer. Not that he wouldn't be proud of being seen wrapped in her naked embrace.
“Hello! Anybody home in there? I’m making with the whole seduction scene here and your mind’s wandering off somewhere. Kind of makes a girl pouty.”
The pouty lip in question glistened at him temptingly, begging to be bitten. How could he refuse? In a flash the juicy morsel of flesh was captured between his teeth. Buffy jumped as he bit down, the sudden movement tearing her lip a little and flooding his mouth with the fire of her blood.
Spike settled back down to the floor gently tugging Buffy by the lip to lie on top of him, her legs astride him and her moist heat teasing his cool skin as it soaked into his groin. A little wriggle and his erection nestled between her pussy lips and he moved gently but with obvious intent. Buffy rocked her hips as she lay on him pressing her still-covered breasts against him. Even through the double layer of their shirts, he could feel the urgent points of her nipples drilling into him. His hands smoothed up and down her back, resting on the globes of her bare ass then back up to tangle in her hair. His fingers left cool trails in their wake and Buffy gasped against his mouth as he bunched up the material of her shirt and ripped it apart, tearing it from her to leave her bare save for the pale pink bra that cupped her breasts.
He finally released her lip, sucking and licking the last remnants of blood from the tiny cut his incisors had left. Buffy sat up, lips swollen, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with passion as she gazed down at her lover. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, cupping her breasts as if to offer them to him. As she watched him and his hunger for her she grew bolder than ever before, fingers and thumbs rolling her hardened nipples. She’d never touched herself in front of him, but she sure had done a lot of it in the cold and lonely bedroom of Revello Drive on those nights she convinced herself he meant nothing to her. She pressed her breasts together and leaned forwards, jiggling them slightly.
Spike swallowed, hard.
“Oh…you like this, big bad…”
Spike could only nod. Oh, yes… he liked it just fine.
“How about this?” Buffy leant back and splayed both hands down her torso and across her hips, fingers framing her dark, damp curls before delving between her legs. Spike raised himself to lie back on his elbows to see her better, licking his lips in anticipation of tasting the tangy juices that coated her digits and perfumed the air.
Buffy had her eyes closed, hips rocking in time with her fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy and her pink tongue darting across her lips.
Spike roared and flipped her onto her back. He could take no more. He loved the show but was near to bursting with need of her, the way her firm ass cheeks were rubbing against his weeping cock was driving him insane.
It was in the grip of such lust that Tuvok and Seven discovered Buffy and Spike on the floor of the brig, completely oblivious to the audience as they clawed and bit at each other on their journey to mind-blown oblivion.
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The Troika reluctantly cooperated with the Scoobies. The combined threat of Dawn’s shiny and extremely sharp sword, finally wrested from Tara by constant whining, plus Willow’s baseball bat swinging way too close to their state-of-the-art display case and precious uniforms was persuasion enough and they were about ready to cast the spell to retrieve Spike and Buffy. Warren was praying that the Slayer’s friends wouldn’t catch on to the recording device and that once the sexaholics returned he could cash in on the deal. Fair’s fair after all. An evil genius had wicked plans to finance.
There was a shimmer in the air…
Everything was dark and there was a soft beeping noise in the background that was mostly unfamiliar, but triggered some kind of memory in all the nerds. Willow chanted and a globe of light illuminated their surroundings. Warren, Jonathan and Tucker’s brother were huddled in the corner of the strange room in which they found themselves, Dawn still standing over them with the sword grasped tightly. Tara, Xander and Anya were behind her. Everybody was dumbstruck and confused.
“What the f…”
“My thoughts exactly, Xander, but ixnay the uckfay? Teenager here.” Willow nodded toward Dawn.
“Yeah, Xander – you might have traumatised me with a bad word there!” Dawn crowed sarcastically.
“Okay, genius guys. What have you done?” Xander turned to the cowering Troika. Jonathan still clutched his magic bone and they were looking at each other in confusion. It was clear that something had gone wrong with the spell.
Before they could reply, the ear-splitting blare of an alarm close by spurred them into action, the entire group scurrying from one side of the room to the other looking for an exit. Tara found what looked like a door, but no doorknob. Closing her eyes, the witch placed her hands on the surface and chanted – still nothing.
Anya strolled over to check, nonchalant as always. Clearing her throat to draw everybody’s attention, the ex-demon placed her palm flat on the box to the side of the door and it swished open with a pleasantly futuristic noise.
“I declare this door open.”
“Jeez! Open Sesame would have been far more impressive,” Dawn threw over her shoulder as the Scoobies strolled out into a grey corridor with a flat black panel lining the walls.
“Open sez me? Sounds like something a very annoying small child would say, Dawn,” Anya retorted.
Xander prodded the three geeks to walk in front of him; if he was going into the unknown he was doing it behind a human shield.
Willow grabbed Tara’s hand and took the lead, deciding to head right at the junction ahead. They’d gone barely twenty steps when they came face to face with a squad of uniformed men and women brandishing what looked like water pistols.
“Halt! State your identity and purpose for being here.”
Dawn squeaked and dropped her sword in fright, jumping backwards straight into Jonathan. He crashed to the floor, dropping his magic bone, which rolled to a halt at the feet of Tom Paris. Jonathan scrabbled after it and managed to get a finger hold on his prized possession, then crawled back to hide behind Dawn's extremely long legs.
The Scoobies and their reluctant companions huddled closer together in the face of the common enemy. It was clear to them that they were aboard the space ship that Buffy had described, but their unexpected capture meant they’d no chance of finding their friends – and even less of getting the hell out of there.
Willow became their unofficial spokesperson. She stepped forwards and cleared her throat nervously, “Hi! Nice...suits. Very clingy. Do you work out?” A stony silence greeted her. “Ahem. Sorry. Erm.... we come from a galaxy far, far away?”
Dawn snorted. Willow shot her a glare. “What? You do know you're channelling Star Wars now?” The former nerd blushed at the reminder of her geek-infested roots, and Anya took the opportunity to shoulder her way to the front of the group and address their armed captors.
“Hi. We don't know why we're here, but the how is down to these guys. They messed up a spell that should have brought our friends back and instead we ended up here. Oh, and have you seen them, a vampire and a vampire slayer? Average height, very violent and probably locked hip and lip? Because really, we just want to bring them home. And if you have a spare uniform that would fit Xander – in red preferably-- I’d be very grateful.”
Tom Paris grinned. His day was getting more interesting by the second. And he liked the straightforward attitude of the pretty blonde. She reminded him of B'Elanna.
“Please don't be alarmed; we're just following standard procedure. My name is Tom Paris, I'm a lieutenant and my captain will want to know who you are and what you want. But I guess you just told me that Miss...”
“Jenkins. Anya Christina Emmanuelle Jenkins. Born on the 4th July and as American as apple pie.”
“American? But the Federation absorbed all countries when it formed. What stardate is it?”
Tom was met with puzzled looks from most of the gang, and worshipful sighs from the Troika and the nerd-in-waiting Xander. Stardate. They were really talking to people who measured time in actual stardates. It was like finding out that Santa Claus was real. Wait...
“Well, it's 2003; we're not really sure how to do stardates” Tara added softly.
Tom almost whooped with joy. 2003. The 21st century. He was interacting with people from the 21st century!! The last time he'd met anybody from that period had been when Henry Starling had taken control of the timeship and he'd gone to Earth with Tuvok trying to rectify the damage. But this would be on his turf. There was no way he was passing up this interrogation. They didn't seem dangerous despite their makeshift armoury, which was even now being taken from them, but procedures were procedures.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I'm sorry, but you'll have to be confined in the brig until we can get to the bottom of this. Would you follow me?”
The presence of the ray guns guaranteed that they followed him, flanked by the guards.
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Tuvok and Seven couldn't tear their eyes away from the sexfest unfolding in front of them. Tuvok watched dispassionately save for a little tic above his right eyebrow but Seven was blushing and fidgeting uncomfortably. Buffy and Spike kept up the rhythm and didn't even notice they had an audience.
At least, Buffy didn't...
Spike paused his kissing of Buffy's neck and turned his head, gifting Seven with a smirk and a wink. Buffy's whimpers drew his attention back to the matter in hand and he renewed his efforts to shag her senseless.
The sound of clomping feet and Dawn's squeal of “Buffy!” however, was like the proverbial bucket of water on the passion and Buffy sat up sharply causing Spike to yelp in pain - his engorged cock was trapped where they were still joined. Xander covered his eyes, moaning incoherently whilst Anya moved closer, elbowing the Borg and the Vulcan aside so that she had a better view.
Buffy struggled to speak, willing the ground to open up and swallow her. Green eyes darted back and forth in panic before settling on the incredulous stare of her sister. She gripped Spike's back desperately trying to cover herself with her lover's body. She could never be more embarrassed than she was right now.
“Buffy, shift your left leg a little so that I can see…Ha, Mr Know-it-all Xander, that’s $10 you owe me!! Spike's penis is definitely bigger than the average organ!”
Oh. She was wrong. This was more embarrassing. This was mortifying.
Dawn, Willow, Tara and Xander shrieked in harmony. It was all just too much information. The Troika seemed to be enjoying the show though.
Anya's words prodded the injured vampire into action and he swirled his duster to cover his butt and his lover's dignity. Unfortunately, the movement dislodged his now softening dick from Buffy's pussy with an audible and soggy squelch that resulted in a group “Eewwwwwwww” led by Dawn.
Captain Janeway arrived and shouldered her way through the group obscuring her view of the prisoners. She stopped in shock at what she saw. Buffy's booted feet stuck out the bottom of Spike's duster; jeans still wrapped around one leg. Spike lay between hers in classic pose. Were they really doing what she thought they were...?
“Mr Tuvok! Explain! And why aren't these prisoners locked up?” She thumbed over her shoulder at the Scooby/Nerd mix and Tuvok and Seven turned round for the first time to see the assembled intruders.
For once, Tuvok was lost for words. The fact that he spotted Tom Paris' grinning face as he scanned the group wasn’t helping.
“Never mind. Seven, perhaps you can enlighten me.”
“Well, Captain. We approached the cell and the prisoners were engaged in....ahem...as you see. This activity must be necessary to their survival if it has to be repeated so regularly. Tuvok and I were about to interrupt...”
Janeway rolled her eyes; this was like pulling teeth. Precisely what the original intruders were engaged in was plain to see; what she wanted to know was why procedures appeared to have been abandoned whilst her senior officers ogled the show.
“I'm sure you were, Seven.” She turned to Tom Paris, her steely glare immediately dispersing his grin. “Tom?”
“Captain...it appears that the new visitors are here to retrieve their friends. Something about a spell going wrong, whatever that means. We were bringing them to the brig when we...well, you know.”
“Fine. Just get them locked up until we can sort this out, and maybe we can give these people some privacy.”
Voyager's officers went off to carry out the Captain's bidding and Buffy sighed in relief as her sister and her friends were dragged away. She started banging her head against Spike's chest as he rested, still between her legs, his cool skin soothing her flushed cheeks.
The rumble of laughter that he'd been struggling to stifle burst out and Buffy pushed him away, her lips tight. She failed to see what was funny about this situation. They'd just had their private moment gawped at by strangers...which was bad enough. Then to make matters worse -- and provide nightmare fodder for ever more -- her friends and her sister had caught her flat on her back full of rampant vamp. And they hadn’t even had the decency to look away!
Her brow crinkled as she got a sudden stab of jealousy. Women had seen Spike's bare butt – how dare they!! Her face softened as she noticed Spike looking at her, uncertainty clouding his eyes.
She giggled. “Looks like we are well and truly outed, doesn’t it? Don't think the 'we're just good friends' line is gonna wash after that little eye-opener. Dawn's probably scarred for life.”
Spike chuckled, relieved that Buffy hadn't freaked too much. “Yeah, love. That it does.” Planting a kiss on the end of her nose, he stood and offered his hand to pull her to her feet. Gallantly he shielded her from any lingering voyeurs by opening his duster while she dragged on her jeans and adjusted her clothing. Her shirt was shredded so she begged his to cover her blushes. Progress was almost derailed when she knelt at his feet to help him with his own jeans. He was somewhat disappointed when it became clear she was tugging them on and not off, but nonetheless helped her with the zipper, a bit tricky what with Dickie and the boys wanting to come out and play again.
Mission accomplished, they sat down on the bench, Buffy curled up at Spike's side with her feet tucked beneath her, and waited for whatever was to come next.