Buffy woke with a start, her head shooting up, all her senses attuned. She was cold and her eyes flashed quickly around her, then she sniffed, wrinkling her nose. "Bad smell." Glancing down at the body she was half sprawled across, she poked at the smooth, muscular chest. "Boy wake."
He didn't move, and she growled low in her throat, then rose to a crouched position, cocking her head. Everything was silent except for the distant trickle of water. The stone beneath her feet and hands were cold, and she shivered, then glanced at the scrap of silk next to a pile of clothes.
Ignoring her nightgown, she tugged the black t-shirt over her head. Once it was on, she raised the collar to her nose and sniffed deeply. "Boy smell," she crowed with a smile, then rapped him harder on the shoulder.
Still no movement.
Buffy's eyes drifted down his naked body in growing appreciation, as she sidled closer. Instinct had her lowering her head to his stomach, her gaze fastening on his flaccid cock. She breathed deeply and a twitch went through him, making her grin. Blowing deliberately, she watched as his cock stirred and began to stiffen.
As need flooded her, Buffy caught her lower lip between her teeth, then took his hardening flesh in her hand. Her fingers closed around the head and she rubbed, making the tip pop in and out of the foreskin.
She giggled.
Her caresses brought him to full erection and Buffy rose back to her knees, then looked at his face. He was still asleep, not moving, the only hint that he was alive at all was the cock throbbing in her hand. Grinning wildly, Buffy straddled his hips and ground her hot, wet pussy against him, trying to wake him.
Desire spiraling through her as her clit rubbed against his cock, she finally made a pouting noise, and impaled herself. "Buffy no need boy," she muttered as she squirmed and bounced. Her hands splayed across his chest and her knees gripped his hips, as she began to keen softly.
Spike came back to awareness, emerging into a haze of pleasure all centered on his groin. Eyes still closed, he smiled sappily and lazily arched his hips, finally realizing something nice and warm was squeezing his cock. "Dru..."
Buffy stopped bouncing and stared down at him. Her hand slapped across his chest and she snorted. "Boy stupid." Scrambling off him, she crouched, her fingers twiddling between her spread legs. "Don't need boy."
The slap and the loss of hot flesh around his cock forced Spike's eyes open and he groaned, then sat up, rubbing his aching forehead.
Buffy moaned and pinched her clit, bouncing her bottom on the cold floor, her head flung back.
Spike scowled and winced as his cock throbbed with need. "We fucked five times last night. How can you still be horny?" He wasn't really sure if he was talking to his cavegirl companion or his own cock.
Letting out a loud whimper, Buffy came, her fingers moving spastically between her legs.
"Great, now get your mouth over here."
Gasping for breath, Buffy settled forward on her knees and glared at Spike. "Boy stupid."
He grabbed her arm, tugging her towards him, and Buffy fought back, hitting and kicking at him until he pinned her beneath his hard, demanding body.
"Not Dru," she cried through gritted teeth.
He had called her 'Dru'? Honestly not remembering, Spike just shook his head and thrust his cock to the hilt in her still twitching pussy. "Insane enough to be her," he muttered as he watched the anger flee Buffy's face and felt her legs wrapping around his waist. She bounced up against him, then winced.
"Hard floor."
Dimly Spike remembered dragging her into the sewers and into an abandoned and empty control room, just a few minutes before the sun rose. They were surrounded by stone--walls, floors--with one lit bulb hanging from the ceiling and their clothes in a pile.
Except for his t-shirt, which she apparently had commandeered.
Thrusting hard and driving her down, he watched her wince and heard her moan. Her heels kicked him and he growled, pulling out of her. "Fine," he muttered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet. As he propelled her across the floor away from the light, his forehead smacked into something and he stumbled backwards, cursing.
Glancing up he saw what he had run into--a low hanging, thick pipe running the length of the room. Reaching up, he tugged on it hard.
It held fast.
The pain in his head fled and he grinned evilly. Grabbing Buffy, he curled her fingers over the pipe above her head. "Hold tight, luv."
She gave him a baffled look, but hooked her other hand around the pipe. Spike shoved the t-shirt up and grinned as her breasts rose and fell quickly with each gasping breath. He tweaked one nipple and watched it harden, listening to her whimpers of pleasure.
A sharp throb from his cock brought him back to their mutual need and he took her hips in his hands, lifting her off the floor. As he rubbed his cock along her cleft, she wrapped her legs around his hips, angling against him.
"Fuck Buffy now."
"Bossy bitch." Slamming his cock into her, he kissed her hard and hungrily on the mouth. Buffy clenched around his cock, her legs tightening as well as they pounded together. Pulling away from her mouth, Spike groaned as she bit his ear, then sucked on his neck, her mewls of pleasure against his cool skin driving him crazy. "Insatiable. You're fucking insatiable."
With a howl of pleasure, he came, bucking up into her and making her whimper and shake. Spike staggered back and her legs fell away from him.
"Buffy come too," she whined, her legs shaky beneath her, her fingers tightening around the pipe to hold her up.
Sighing, Spike dropped to the floor and buried his mouth in her pussy, his tongue lapping hungrily at her clit, his cool touch soothing the burning. Buffy's fingers dropped from the pipe and dug into his hair as she thrust rhythmically against him.
"Suck...Harder..." With a whimper, she came, drenching his face with her secretions. "Good spot," she crooned as she sank down to her knees and into his embrace. "Buffy tired." Her belly rubbed against his cock and Spike groaned as new tingles ran through him.
Grabbing his duster, he spread it out, then lay her down on her side. Spooning up against her, her head pillowed on his arm, he slid his slowly stiffening cock between her hot legs. Buffy squirmed and parted her legs, letting him slip inside her again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he hissed in pleasure.
He sensed her dropping off to sleep, and closed his own eyes, thrusting gently between her legs, her wet flesh sucking at his cock. His arm wrapped around her waist and his hand slid under the t-shirt to cup one soft breast.
Buffy mewled and unconsciously rubbed her bottom against his pelvis, driving him deeper. He continued to thrust slowly, caressing her gently, until he knew she was asleep.
Only then did he allow himself to build to orgasm. With a soft groan, he came in short, gentle jerks, spasming inside her, then drifted to sleep as well, still buried in her heat.