The Very Thought of You

by Spikesdeb

A/N:   Answer to Redwulf’s Challenge number 62.  Challenge details at the end.  I just couldn’t help myself because – well – I’d like to be the one having the conversation!  Set Season Six during “Gone”.  Intrigued?  Read on….

THANKS TO THE WONDERFUL NANALOU FOR THE BETA; LOTS OF THE FUNNIES WERE ADDED OR POLISHED BY HER.  SHE’S A FUNNY, FUNNY WOMAN.

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Spike was dozing, dreaming of a midnight swim on a tropical beach – ‘just lie here till I’m dried off…  Oooh… that’s nice… warm breeze, coming and going like the waves – right on my jollies.  Now it’s gone…’

With a crashing headache, Spike woke up.  Bloody hell!  Why did he have to finish that bottle of JD after Invisi-Slayer had left the building?  Seems his brain was well and truly addled from the booze, or maybe it was the enormously satisfying wank he’d had after Buffy had skedaddled.  They did say it eroded your brain cells… explained the whelp’s IQ anyway.

No matter – he’d best get some more shuteye.  Keeping the Slayer satisfied took serious stamina, and he was feeling more than a little fragile.   Yeah, he’d pissed her off – again - but she’d be back.  She had a yen for the bad boy, and he was just the ying to satisfy her yang.  Listen to yourself, you sad git – you’re losing the plot! 

Spike tossed and turned in bed, ending up on his side with his legs straddling the covers, spread-eagled like a starfish on the stark white sheets.  “Bloody slayer,” he mumbled into the pillow.  “If she hadn’t done the maiden’s prayer - practically swallowed me whole - I wouldn’t be imagining all manner of weirdness.  Oh, she owes me one mind-altering blow job – big time!”

Buffy smirked from the shadows she’d scooted to when her rather intense scrutiny of Spike’s package had him sitting bolt upright.  Owed him, did she?  Well, she was no welcher.  Always paid a debt in full.

She hung back until Spike stopped shifting about on the mattress, adopting his usual pose of having been dropped from a great height and splatted on the bed.  When he stopped taking those annoying and completely superfluous breaths he delighted in, she took another swig from her pet bottle and tiptoed forwards.

God, he was gorgeous!  The candles threw shadowed jewels of light across his pale flesh, each muscle outlined with flickering illumination.  His hair was mussed and curly and his mouth relaxed – and quiet for once - in sleep.  He looked…so sweetly innocent.

“Pffft” Buffy staggered to the bed, swigging more JD as she went.  “Sweet innocent vampire!  There’s three words that belong together … it’s an oxy whatsit!!!!”

THUD!

Spike whimpered in his sleep and turned over onto his back. 

“What kinda crazy person,” Buffy muttered under her breath from the floor “would leave a frigging BATTLEAXE in the middle of the room?”

She got no answer so supplied her own.

“Oh, right…the stupid vampire lying there like he’s god’s gift.  I bet he put the sheet like that on purpose – big poser!” she huffed.

Another swig from the bottle.   “Oooh I can nearly see…” she squeaked.

“Shhhhh” she told herself in the time-honoured manner of drunks the world over.

Spike slept on.  He felt something hovering on the edge of his senses disturbing his sleep.  He spoke aloud, jaw working reflexively.

“Buffy…smell so good, love…lip…gonna get it…gonna get it…”

Buffy snorted, “Not bloody likely, mate!”

Her attempts at his English accent amused her so much that she laughed uproariously, clutching the bottle to her chest.   Again Spike wriggled, the sheet moving lower to reveal a line of dark hair pointing to his groin.

‘Oh he so knows I’m here! Big faker!’

Buffy stilled, well, as much as she could with the swaying and banging into stuff.  Thankfully, her vampire appeared well and truly dead to the world.

‘Her vampire?’  Where the fuck was that coming from?  A vampire, not hers.

‘Well, maybe sometimes.’

See… no!  That’s exactly why Buffy and alcohol were non-mixy.  It made her head do strange things, her feet, her mouth.  And as for her body… completely disobedient – did exactly the opposite of what she told it! 

A few JDs later, it seemed like a great plan to check out the fridge in the vain hope that there would be something edible.   The ladder to the upper level was quite a poser, but she made it in one piece.    She clattered about a bit inside the woefully under-stocked fridge, jangling bottles together, sniffing jars and gagging.

Plenty to eat if you were the undead walking; not a thing if you were human-shaped.  She’d have to fix that for next time she came.

Next time?  What the fuck?  Jeez, this JD stuff was like loopy juice or something.  Made her think things she so didn’t want to.  In fact it was time she told him to stop trying to see her, it didn’t seem to register with him earlier.  She’d make him listen, dammit.  Wouldn’t be coming here again.  Well, except just to search for the bracelet she’d slipped down the side of the fridge but that would be all.  Nothing else.  No touching - and absolutely positively, definitely no kissing.  And none of the rest of it either!

In fact, it wasn’t really Spike she needed to warn off.  It was the bit of him that kept rearing its head in her dreams.  That’s whose fault it was. 

She needed to have words with Spike’s…spike.  Put him straight about a few things!

Dissolving into giggles, that she tried to stifle by biting her hand, she dropped to her knees ‘shushing’ herself and that only made her laugh harder and she rolled into a ball on the floor, clasping at her stomach and gasping for breath.  That was too funny!  Staggering, she dropped down the hole to the bedroom ending up flat on her butt.  Not the most graceful landing, but effective nonetheless. 

Buffy struggled onto her hands and knees as a wave of dizziness hit her.  ‘Whoa!  Here comes the swirling pit; not good!’  Gulping against the impulse to vomit, she wiped her tearstained eyes and focused on the figure draped across the bed.  He shifted slightly revealing dark curls hugging the base of his semi-erect cock.  Oh boyohboyohboy!  Now she was in trouble…

Thing was, every time she thought about, touched, licked, sucked, nibbled that mighty muscle, the whole world vanished, except for the sensations that thrilled through her body.  No matter that it was wronger than wrong and probably broke every rule the Watchers’ Council could think of.   No, the only thing that mattered was the way they were together; how he moved inside her, hips locked together and angled just so… the way he stretched her to the limits of pain-pleasure then reinforced that by thrusting just a little bit deeper and harder.  And his hands… god, there should be whole sections in the library devoted to the worship of those hands.  Then there was the tongue, lips… those blue, blue eyes…

Buffy shivered at the recollection of exactly how much he was able to turn her on with any one – or preferably all - of his assembled body parts doing naughty, naughty things.  Hell, she could almost come just from looking at him.  And look she did; his bed-head hair was tousled and soft, devoid of its usual restrictions.  His face was relaxed in sleep, lips parted slightly as he lay on his back, head turned a little to one side.  Buffy whimpered as he moistened those lips with his luscious tongue, and leant forwards unconsciously to get a closer view.  Her outstretched hands stopped her from falling over fully and she stayed on her knees, both arms splayed to keep her up as she panted with want.

‘What to ogle next… I’m spoiled for choice.’  Her lust-filled eyes focused on his alabaster chest, dusky nipples hardened and begging to be bitten.  He really liked that, pleaded at times for her to bite harder.   Sometimes she did, if it suited her.  Down, girl, down… oh yikes!  The six pack.  My god - that was always far too mouth-watering under the tongue, muscles beneath velvet-smooth skin… trembling with every sweep of moisture she laved upon it. 

Then down lower, along the curve of his hip to the line of soft hair… leading to the pleasure of all pleasures, the delight of her dreams the………oh fuck it, she needed to get closer.

She crawled towards the bed, the now empty bottle of JD spin-kicked away by her invisible boot to clunk against the wall.  Spike shifted again and Buffy froze, holding her breath as she expected him to wake.   He settled ……and the sheet slid even lower, pooled around his thighs leaving him bare and vulnerable to her hungry gaze.  She swallowed hard, her heart now thumping painfully in her chest.  His cock was jutting from its curled nest, resting on his stomach and completely hard.

She crept forwards wanting to inhale his unique scent, imprint all of him on her memory, because this would be her very last time looking at him naked.  “No more after this, missy, you’re going to be a good girl… have proper… stuff!”   Aaah but he was so pretty… maybe she could just touch him a little, one for the road sort of.  Hey, she was invisible, she was drunk and he was irresistible - damn him!

Then she was there, at the side of the bed, invisible hands hovering over his flesh as she stared, mesmerized, at his perfection.  Her eyes zeroed in on the main prize and she licked her lips in anticipation.  Right then!  Gonna give him a good talking to…

She leaned forwards, careful to wrap her hair in one fist to stop it tickling him, and blew gently across his thick hard-on.  It bounced against his stomach and she swiveled her head to watch his face, daring him to wake up.  He still slept…

She began her oral advice to the offending organ bobbing in front of her eyes.  “Well, Spike’s spike, time for our little… tête-à-tête,” a giggle “Just because we’re acquainted doesn’t mean you can act like you’re the boss of me.  You’re very, very naughty and bad for me and you shouldn’t ever come near me again.”  Spike’s spike nodded in agreement.  She realized what she’d said and completely lost the plot, hugging her arms around her and biting down on her lip to muffle the snorts of laughter. 

‘… come near me again!  Oh, yes please!  Come near…oh, breathe… breathe…’

Tears were rolling down her face and she was weak from the effort of holding it together.  Bloody good stuff this JD; must have it more often….

She didn’t notice Spike’s lips twitch and curl into a wolfish grin before settling back to an openmouthed gape. 

Buffy was feeling sticky and hot, a combination of the alcohol, her giggle fest and the lusty heat zinging round her from being too close to the temptation of Spike’s delectable body.  She shrugged off her shirt, inadvertently brushing her nipples through the lacy bra.   She did it again, then again - twirling the sensitive nubs between the thumb and forefinger of each hand to peaks of aching pleasure.   She leaned forwards, so close to his hardened length that her warm breath whispered across his skin, the curls hugging the base shifting in the current of air.  

It took every ounce of his control to stay still, the need to grab her to him and fuck her senseless was desperate.  But he would play along a little; see how far she’d take it.  And she was so adorable drunk.  He cursed the fact that he couldn’t actually see her and had to rely on his enhanced hearing, his sense of smell and his spidey ‘uh-oh, it’s the Slayer’ senses.  And they were all screaming that she was hot and wet and desperate for his touch.

Buffy continued lecturing the naughty nudger in a piercing stage whisper, so as not to wake the undead. Pffft! 

“No use winking at me, Captain One-Eye -- all at attention and pleased to see me.  We can’t see us no more ‘cause you make me be bad, baaaad Buffy.  And I mustn’t – gotta be good... good… goody-two-shoes Slayer.   Can’t have the Scoobies finding out my wicked secrets… oh no no no no, not never.  And Giles… don’t even go there.  Nope - can’t… because it’s sooo naughty… because it’s sooo wrong!”

Her hand reached to encircle the stiffness, fingertips caressing the engorged head consolingly.  “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings… don’t be upset,” she giggled delighting in spreading the pre-cum she found there.  Hypnotised by her hand’s progress along his length, cupping his balls before sweeping upwards once more, she missed the shudder he gave, the roll of his eyes and the blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth where he’d bitten down on his tongue to stifle a cry of pleasure.

Fucking hell!  She was stroking him to perfection and if she didn’t stop soon her pert little titties would be covered in Spike spunk. 

Unable to stop himself, he let the growl building in his throat resonate through his chest.  Buffy’s hand stopped, the sound of her gasp echoing around the crypt. 

“Spike?” she hissed.  “Are you awake?”

With a snarl he sat up, eyes closed so as to focus his senses, and unerringly grabbed her upper arms – flinching a little as she reflexively closed her fist hard on his cock.  “You’re supposed to be asleep!”

“Course I’m soddin’ awake, Buffy.  You’ve been blowing and whispering and fucking well pulling me off – in case you’ve forgotten?  Would have to be more than dead to sleep through that lot.  Speaking of… could you perhaps ease the chokehold on the poor old captain? ”

“What?  Ooops!  Sorry!”  She dropped him like a hot brick, making him moan at the loss.

“Not saying let go, pet… just…more gentle like -- you know how I like it…”

Tongue curl, head tilt and smirk – all at once.  Talk about overkill!

Buffy crossed her arms, refusing to be commanded by him.  “Well it’s rude to interrupt a private conversation,” she pouted.

“Hey!  Maybe I can’t see you, but I bet the bottom lip’s all the way out and beggin' for a kiss.  I know you, love.  Don’t sulk on me now… that mouth’s got better things to be doing…”

Reload with raised eyebrow.  POW!!

Who was she trying to kid?  There was only one way this little power play would end and they both knew it, both wanted it.  She was only putting off the inevitable, and denying herself a right good shag in the process.  God – she was even starting to think like him.  If the Scoobies didn’t know what she’d been getting up to, they must be blind.  Yup, that was it – selective blindness.

But this dose of invisibility had focused her mind; she realized she hadn’t felt so carefree since she’d been called – and she’d dived headlong in without a second thought.  The thrill of it lasted about two hours before she rocketed into Spike’s crypt and near shredded his clothing in her eagerness to get to him.  As always, Buffy’s subconscious mind – the one unfettered by rules and regulations, obligations and duties – followed the emotions that led it to her vampire’s side.  She felt suddenly sober, and suddenly clear.

She got to her feet, still unsteady, and tugged off the remains of her clothing.  Spike felt the bed dip as she knelt on the edge of the mattress, a swish of air as the sheet flew through the air, and then she was straddling him.  Her curls were moist, leaving a trail of wetness along his abdomen as she pressed against him.  Her scent filled his nostrils and his cock swelled even further, prodding her ass as she slinked along his hips searching for the fulfillment she craved.  Her heat left him momentarily as she raised herself up before sinking down on his length in a burning caress.   

“Buffy!  God, love…so beautiful…” 

“But, Spike,” she gasped as she bounced herself up and down against him, “You can’t see me!” 

“Don’t have to… always see you, always want you.  Fuck, Buffy… I’m bloody well near boiling point here!  Kiss me!” 

Her warm breasts pressed against him, pebbled nipples drilling holes in his skin where she moved along his body.  His hands caressed her back pulling her closer into his embrace.  His eyes yellowed, demon taking over as his senses were drowned in her.  Fangs lengthened to lethal points as she brought her lips to his, her tongue nicked to pool blood as she licked each in turn.  The taste of her blood when she wrapped his tongue with hers astonished him; he’d never experienced anything like the rush he got from being buried inside her tight quim and sampling her elixir at the same time.  He couldn’t help it; he was a demon after all… 

All reticence gone, Spike gripped Buffy’s hips to still her movement, flipping them over so that she lay on her back beneath him.  He stroked her hair as he paused, his touch telling him everything he needed to know.  Fingers caressed her cheeks, her lips – the fingers suddenly enveloped in a moist furnace when she sucked them into her mouth.   

And that was all it took; the feel of her tongue lapping at him and he obeyed his primal instinct – fuck and feed, mate and maul.   The fangs she’d lovingly polished with her tongue pressed down on the virgin side of her neck, the skin bowing under the pressure before the blessed release as it popped and let loose her fragrant blood to trickle from the wound.  Spike lapped and suckled, not willing to waste one drop of the precious fluid as he began long slow thrusts inside her – gentle instead of the pounding she was expecting.  He was almost reverent, the pulls at her neck confusing her senses as she couldn’t decide which felt better – cock or fang – the dual penetration sending her hurtling towards ecstatic release in double quick time.   

Buffy clawed at his back, legs wrapped around him to force him closer to her, her frantic bucking towards him testament to her mounting need.  He withdrew his fangs, Buffy’s cry of loss shaking him; his rough tongue swept across the puncture marks, his own blood smeared across its surface as he deliberately sliced it open.  The combination of his saliva and his blood mixed with hers would ensure that the mark he’d given to her wouldn’t heal; it would remain for all to see as evidence of his claim. 

Bloody hell!  He faltered in his thrusts as he realized what he’d initiated.  His demon wanted this so much, and lost in the sensation he hadn’t given it a second thought, just went with it.  He could still stop it…hadn’t said the words.  Not aloud anyway.  Bugger.  He was lost. 

“Buffy!  I can’t stand it anymore… you have to be mine… say you’ll always be mine.  Stop pissing about and tell me!  You know it, Buffy, you can’t deny it… love... please…” 

Her eyes fluttered open taking in his vampiric features; she should be kicking him across the room right now, not filled with him, melting at his touch.  Oh, sod it.  She’d had enough denial. 

“I am, Spike.  God help me, I am yours.” 

“MINE!” he growled possessively; and somehow she knew what was expected of her. 

Spike cried out in pain as she ripped at the tender skin of his throat, her blunt teeth struggling to get enough hold to draw blood.  He wrenched his head away from her so that the tear was uneven, the blood flowing freely.   He couldn’t believe she was doing this, acting purely on instinct as the ritual was completed.  His joy as she suckled tentatively on the gashed wound, as he heard her swallow his blood, was completed moments later when she snarled against him.  “MINE”. 

Vampire and Slayer climaxed together, bodies spasming from the overload of sensation that hit them both at the same time.  Spike slumped against his mate, legs entwined in a strange huddle of angles where her invisible limbs overlapped his.  He panted against her neck, needless breath moving unseen hair.  Buffy’s heart rate slowed to normal eventually, and his fangs and forehead melted back to his human features.   

Now was the time when he expected a staking, and hell…he really didn’t care now because he’d reached the pinnacle of his bloody existence.   He murmured words of love against her ear, kissing the lobe gently and sweeping his tongue to outline the shell.  Buffy shivered beneath him and he steeled himself for the backlash. 

“Spike…’m cold…blanket?” 

She was staying?  Bugger. 

“Erm, pet…not that I’m complainin’ but are you sure?  Not needed back at Scooby Central or anything?” 

She answered him sleepily, eyes closing as the afterglow of the lovemaking and the alcohol combined to knock her out. “Doesn’t matter… can’t see me, can’t find me.  Happy here.” 

Her words slid over him.  She was happy.  Here.  In his arms.  His.  Bloody marvellous. 

He snuggled her closer, pulling the covers over them both.  He wished he could watch her sleep, aching to see her face bearing something other than scorn and anger.  But he could wait; they were mated.  She didn’t know what that really meant yet, and it’d be fun when she found out.  Painful, but fun.   

He pulled her back tight against his chest, his arm imprisoning her in his embrace.  Not letting her go.  Not ever.  She’d just have to get used to that.  And if she had qualms, well – the claim came with certain benefits that he’d use to their utmost.  He felt her drift off into dreamland, her body relaxing in his arms.  He placed a gentle kiss on her head and settled down to the oblivion of sleep at her side. 

One thing for sure…………she’d have one hell of a hangover in the morning.  And he had just the thing to cure it……… 

THE END

 That alright Wulfie?  *grin* 

Name:   redwulf50
Email:   redwulf50@hotmail.com
Seasons:   season 6

Challenge: 62

Mid season 6, Buffy having a drunken conversation with Spike's spike. Porn ensues.

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