Summary: Spike takes Buffy for a driving lesson. Smutty fun.
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Baby you can drive my car
Yes, I'm gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And baby, I love you......
~~~~~
"Hi."
Spike looked up as Buffy plopped down on the sofa
beside him, smiling cheerfully.
"Well, hello," he replied, returning her smile.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, all the sincerity
in the world in her tone.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to determine the
meaning behind the question. "I'm fine, thanks.
You?"
"Oh, I'm fine, too," she said brightly.
"Glad to hear it." He placed the book he'd been
reading on the coffee table and leveled his gaze
on her face.
Buffy paused, then climbed into his lap. "I missed
you today."
His arms around her waist, he kissed her lightly,
then asked, "How was school?"
She shrugged. "Boring. There are so many better
things to do." She snuggled closer and kissed
him again, long and sweetly. Sighing deeply, she
played with the curls at the nape of his neck. "Will
you do something for me?"
When she touched him like that, there wasn't
a thing in the world he wouldn't do for her. And
she knew it.
He tightened his arms around her. "Anything, baby,"
he murmured in her ear, his hand fiddling with the
hem of her blouse.
"Would you teach me how to drive?"
"Anything but that," he answered, without missing
a beat.
"Please," she begged.
He could literally see the corner she was painting him
into. "Baby, you don't need to drive. That's what I'm
here for."
"Okay," she said reasonably. "But what if I absolutely
have got to go somewhere in the middle of the day?"
"That's what cabs are here for. Stop that," he added
when she began to pout.
"I'm not doing anything."
"Stop with the face. It's not gonna work. I'm on to you,
Summers. I know all your little tricks."
"I don't do tricks," she protested.
"The hell you don't." He snorted rudely. "First; you ask,
second; you plead, third; you pout, and forth, if all
that doesn't do any good, you work up a few tears."
Buffy ignored the comment, wriggling around in his
lap and nuzzling the side of his neck.
"That.." He swallowed hard. "That won't work either...although it DOES stand a better chance."
"Come on," she wheedled. "Pleeeasse. I'm tired of
being the only person in the world who can't drive.
It's embarrassing."
Spike sighed. "Sweetheart," he said earnestly. "You
already live a dangerous and nerve-wracking life. Why
add to it?"
"Are you trying to be funny?" she asked, scowling.
"No, I'm TRYING to keep you alive."
"Fine," she said explosively. She sat back
and folded her arms across her chest, then snapped, "I'll just ask Xander to teach me!"
She climbed out of his lap and tried to leave, but
Spike's hand shot out and grabbed her. "Hold it,"
he said, pulling her back down into his lap. "Baby,
didn't you take driving classes in high school?"
"Yeah...but I...sort of didn't..." She hemmed and
hawed with the best of them. "Well...I had a lot on
my mind...what with the slaying and, and the
world ending and all...so, I..." her defensive tone
trailed slowly off.
"YOU FAILED??"
Buffy flushed bright red. "Well, don't make it sound
so horrifying."
"It IS horrifying. The entire Sunnydale School District couldn't teach you how to drive...and now you
want ME to do it?"
"You're my man, aren't you?" Buffy glared directly
into his eyes, clearly warning him that he'd best
be careful how he phrased his answer.
"I'm...yes, but..." He closed his eyes and shook
his head. "You've got me there, baby."
She placed her hands on his cheeks and made him
look at her. "Tell you what," she said seductively. "You
teach me how to drive, and YOU can have ME here.
Now." She walked her fingers up the middle of his
chest.
There was a long silence, broken only when Buffy
punched him on the arm. "Hey!"
"I'm thinking...don't rush me."
"Well, don't strain yourself," she muttered under
her breath.
"It's a tempting offer, love. Very tempting." He stood
up and set her on her feet. "You know that I love you
more than anything, don't you?"
Buffy turned her back on him and stuck her nose
in the air. "So you SAY."
He sighed. "Yes, and I DO. I love you enough to
want to keep you in one piece." Slipping his arms
around her waist, he squeezed her affectionately.
"One very...lovely...piece." he repeated, nuzzling
her throat and nipping playfully.
"DON'T BITE!" she yelped, turning on him.
"I wasn't," he laughed, holding up is right hand. "I
swear it."
Buffy just glared at him, then smiled slowly. It was
an expression that sent a nasty chill down his
spinal column.
"How about," she said, playing with his shirt buttons, "You teach me to drive, and I'll let you.." She
snapped her small white teeth at him teasingly, "have
a little taste?"
Spike immediately stepped back, hands on his
hips. "That's not funny, Slayer."
"So, who's laughing?" Buffy ducked around behind him
and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Come on...you
know you want to." Two fingers slipped between the
buttons of his shirt, caressing his skin. "Besides..you
know what they say about the blood of a slayer?"
Spike closed his eyes briefly. "Christ, I wish I'd never
told you that." He slapped her hand away. "Stop that!
I am NOT going to bite you!"
"Spike.."
"No. You may as well run along and find a nice
thick turtleneck sweater. It's not gonna happen."
Buffy stepped back. "Fine. That's not the ONLY
that's NOT gonna happen anytime soon."
He stared at her in silence, then turned and headed
for the stairs.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
Spike stopped and looked at her. "I'm GOING upstairs to..." He made a face. "..get the bloody car
keys."
~~~~~
"Put on your seat belt."
"It's on already."
"Well, make sure it's nice and snug."
"If it was any snugger, I'd be unconscious." Buffy
wrapped her fingers around the steering wheel. "Ready?"
she asked, reaching for the key.
"WAIT!" Spike said, then lowered his voice. "Just hold
on, speed racer. There's a few things we need to go
over first."
"Okay, shoot."
"Look down at your feet."
"Huh?"
"Your feet," he repeated. "Look down at them."
Rolling her eyes, she did as he asked. "Hey! Those
are MY feet! I've been looking everywhere for them."
"Very amusing," he said. "Do you see the pedals."
"Stop treating me like a moron," she snapped. "I know
which pedal is which."
Spike turned to her. "You want lessons from me?" he
asked. Buffy nodded. "Then shut up and do what I say!"
She sighed in disgust, but gave in. "All right. YES...I
see the pedals."
"Good," he smiled. "Now...the right pedal is...?"
"The gas," she supplied obediently, a good little student.
"Very good. And the left pedal is...?"
"The brake."
"That's right. Now...the other pedal is..?"
Buffy stared at him, wide eyed. "The..the other pedal
is..it's the.." She searched her brain, trying desperately
to remember a class she took three years ago.
"Well..?" he prompted, staring straight ahead out
the window.
She took the opportunity to peek down at the floor,
hoping to jog her memory. "Hey!" she said irritably.
"There IS no other pedal!"
Spike turned on her. "Yes! BUT...you had to look
and see, didn't you? Don't know quite as much as
you thought you did, do you gorgeous?"
Buffy glared at him. "That was a dirty trick."
He just grinned and shrugged. "I'm a vampire, baby. Dirty
tricks are the name of my game."
"Keep it up," Buffy replied sweetly, "and the name of
your game will be changed to 'Pin the stake on the
jackass'...baby."
"Ouch," he said, sneaking in to kiss her. "I love it when
you talk rough."
"Spike!"
"All right, all right," he chuckled. "Start the car." He
flinched as she turned the key too far, jumping at the
grinding sound. "Put your foot on the brake...now put
the car in Drive...KEEP YOUR FOOT ON THE BRAKE!"
he yelled as the car leapt forward.
Buffy stomped on the brake pedal. "Don't yell at me!"
He held up both hands. "I'm sorry...I just...just go slow,
honey."
~~~~~
After driving up and down the lanes of the empty mall
parking lot for almost an hour, Buffy pulled the car
to a stop and turned to Spike with a wide smile.
"I'm doing good, huh?"
He smiled back at her. He couldn't help it, she was so
excited and proud of herself.
She still hit the brake too hard when she stopped
and the accelerator too hard when she started,
causing the car to bounce and lurch. She hit every
pot hole and speed bumb within a five mile radius,
and she never remembered to use the emergency
brake.
Still, he had one thing to be thankful for...automatic
transmissions. He didn't even want to consider the
thought of trying to teach her how to use a clutch and
shift gears.
"Yeah, honey," he said. "You're doing real good. You
ready to go home?"
Buffy tilted her head a little, looking into his eyes,
and loving the way the moonlight danced in them when
he smiled at her.
"I love you," she said suddenly, in a burst of affection.
To her immense satisfaction, he unclipped the seat belt
and scooted over closer to her. "I love you, too," he said,
capturing her mouth beneath his, as he turned the key
and switched off the engine.
When they pulled apart, they exchanged a long glance,
then simultaneously began to tug at each others clothes.
It was a warm night and they were lightly dressed. He wore
jeans and a white t-shirt, while Buffy only had on a pair of
shorts and a halter top.
Covering her mouth with his again, he slid his tongue
between her parted lips and played with hers as he worked
at the knot securing her top.
She reached down and pulled the lever that scooted the
seat back, giving them more room to work. When she
had it where she wanted it, she swung one leg over
him and straddled his lap, tugging at the bottom of his
shirt.
He stopped kissing her and fiddling with her top long
enough to allow her to yank off his shirt, then grabbed
her again and pushed the stubborn halter up instead,
baring her breasts to the moonlight and his avid gaze.
She sat back a little and swayed her shoulders, making
her breasts bounce enticingly. His eyes nearly left
their sockets every time she pulled this trick.
"Want a taste," she offered, leaning into him.
"Fuck, yes," he muttered, then lowered his head to
her right breast, licking circles around the rose colored
peak.
Buffy gasped, twining her fingers in his silky curls as
she guided him back and forth, allowing him to pay
equal attention to both tight nipples.
When he took the left one into his mouth and began
to suck on it, she moaned and cradled his head with
her arms.
"You like that, baby?" she asked him, kissing the
top of his head.
"Mm-hmm," he assured her, then changed to her right
breast. She felt every pull of his mouth clear down in
her womb, and the moisture was trickling from her and
wetting her panties.
His hands palmed the curves of her rear, squeezing
firmly, making her grind down on him. "Ooh, that's
nice and hard...is that for me?"
He released her breast from his eager mouth and
said, "S'all for you, baby. Every inch of it wants to be
inside your tight little box."
Moving off of him, she leaned back against the door
and smiled. "What are you waiting for then? Let me
see what you've got there."
Grinning, he unbuckled his belt and popped the
top snap of his jeans. Instantly, his zipper began
to descend on it's own, propelled by the enormous
pressure from his erection.
His usual lack of underwear expedited matters. As
he wriggled out of his pants, she watched and reached
for the fastenings of her shorts.
"Spike.." she said breathlessly. "Watch me." He quit
moving about, and riveted his gaze on the fly of her
shorts. Sliding the zipper down, she showed him that
she was wearing his absolute favorite pair of all her
panties, a confection of red lace and satin, cut low on
hips, with a small ruffle decorating them.
As he blatantly stared at her, she slipped her shorts
down and off her legs, tossing them to one side.
"Take your top off, too," he requested. "I want you completely naked when I'm inside you."
She felt a delicious shiver move through her. He always
knew just what to say, and just when to say it. Sex
was never just a joining of their lower torsos to Spike. It
embodied all his senses; fondling her with his hands;
taking in her scent, like an animal with it's mate; tasting
every inch of her, every part of her body; watching her
closely as he brought her to orgasm; and talking
to her, everything from vows of unending love to some
of the raunchiest commentary imaginable.
Buffy loved it when he talked to her during lovemaking.
The rawer his terminology, the more it turned her on.
She could be straining for climax, nearly upon it, and
all it would take was him whispering something dirty
in her ear to take her right over the moon.
At first, she had been shy about returning the favor,
but he'd been patient, coaxing it out of her a little
at a time, and she was learning. Nowhere near his
league, of course, but she WAS learning.
She reached behind her neck and yanked open
the knot holding her stop in place, then whipped
the entire garment over her head.
Her panties, she took off slowly, then tossed at
him playfully.
With a slight growl, he caught them and lifted them
to his nose. "Smells tasty," he said, dropping them
on the floor.
Buffy just smiled and spread her legs, giving him a
tantalizing view. "You hungry?" she inquired.
"Ravenous," he said, with a lecherous grin. "And the
only thing I want to eat is you."
"Come and get it, baby," she invited, lifting her hips
just a little. "It's suppertime."
Lying in the open V of her legs, he eagerly began
licking her sex with long slow strokes of his talented
tongue.
Buffy's head dropped back against the drivers side
window. "Ohhh...that's good," she moaned. "Eat me
all up."
He stiffened his tongue and plunged it into her, stimulating her clit with his nose, watching her as her face
contorted with pleasure.
Her hands drifted down, stroking his shoulders, digging
her nails in whenever he found a particularly sensitive
place to lick her.
Orgasm was approaching quickly, and her hips began
to rise and fall, seeking satisfaction. "Come on, baby" she
whispered hoarsely. "Harder...get it all the way in."
He wedged his hands beneath her bottom and lifted
her slightly, making her grunt with each thrust of his
tongue.
Closing her eyes, she brought her hands back up and
cupped them over her breasts, squeezing and fondling
herself, stoking the fires of their mutual lust.
When he saw her tugging on her firm nipples, he groaned
in his throat. Tearing his mouth away from her wet
heat, he rose to his knees and wrapped his fingers
around his engorged phallus.
"Push them together," he ordered her, beginning to
pump his hand up and down his cock as he watched
her self caress. "Yeah...that's it. Squeeze 'em harder."
Buffy opened her eyes and saw the need on his face.
"Want me to go down on you?" she asked.
He shook his head. "You do..and it'll all be over but
the clean up."
Keeping her right hand on her breast, she touched the
tip of his cock with the forefinger of her left, picking up
the drop of semen that oozed out of it.
Without breaking eye contact, she placed that finger
in her mouth and cleaned it off.
"Oh, fuck," he rasped. "That's it. Get your ass lower
on the seat."
When he had her in the position he wanted, he moved
to lie between her thighs. Propping himself on one
hand, he sent the other down between them to guide
his shaft to her opening.
After rubbing it's head against her clit for a moment,
he adjusted himself and began to push it into her.
With one thrust, he was all the way in.
They released similar cries of pleasure, then Spike
lowered himself on top of her and began to pump
his hips.
She was so dripping wet, that she could hear the
sound his cock made as it slid in and out of her,
over and over again.
"Buffy...Christ...you're so tight, baby. S'like the
first time...your tight little pussy's creaming all
over my cock...AHH FUCK.." he yelped when she
clamped her muscles down even more tightly.
He pounded into her, grinding down on her clit
with every instroke. Her voice keened in his
ear as she begged him to never, ever stop fucking
her.
She came suddenly, with a fresh gush of fluids
that bathed his shaft in heavenly warmth as she
screamed his name.
Spike began the hard, deep thrusts that would
trigger his climax.
"Come on," she chanted. "Do it, baby...do it inside
me...you want to, don't you..?
He grunted affirmatively.
"You're so close...so close you can taste it..come
on..I want to feel it..want to feel you come in me."
"Buffy..." His voice caught on a ragged sob. "I'm
gonna do it...gonna come...fuck...fuck...yeah..."
With one last animalistic roar, he delivered one
last thrust, then ground himself in, his shaft
spewing it's cream inside her.
"Love you, baby," Buffy panted, cuddling him close
and kissing him. "Love you so much..."
He nodded weakly, all the strength seemingly
gone from him. "Me, too, love" he said softly. "I
love you, too..."
~~~~~
Dressed once again, they stayed a while and
talked quietly about nothing in particular, the
fingers of his left hand laced with her right.
"Ready to head for home, babe?" he asked, kissing
the soft crown of her hair.
"Yeah, I think so," she said, sitting up.
Spike got out of the car and walked around the
front to the driver's side door and opened it.
Buffy looked up at him. "What?" she asked.
"I thought you wanted to go home."
"Yeah." She shrugged. "So..?"
"So scoot over and let me drive."
She looked genuinely perplexed. "Why can't
I drive?"
"What...on the STREET??" he asked, every
bit as shocked as though she'd suggested
steering with her feet.
"Yeah," she nodded.
"No." He shook his head firmly negative on
the subject.
"I can do it."
"No."
"But why not?"
"No."
"Oh, come on! You said I was doing good."
"No."
"Is that all you're gonna say...no?"
"Yes."
After a long moment, she began her preliminary
pout.
Spike instantly clapped one hand over his
eyes. "Nice try...now move over."
~~~~~
I told the girl that my prospects were good
And she said, Baby, it's understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time...