Dressing Down
Written by: PerleTwo
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Summary: Just a quick PWP (Plot? What Plot?) set around the time of Doublemeat Palace.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Seated in his armchair with his back to the door, Spike grinned in satisfaction
when he heard the familiar crash of the door slamming open. "Come right in,
Slayer, make yourself at home."
"I won't be staying," Buffy
snapped.
"You never do," he said, putting on his best poker face and
finally turning to look at her.
Looking her over, he was grateful for
the poker face. She'd changed out of her Doublemeat Palace uniform into an
above-the-knee straight skirt with the little slit at midthigh that was
fashionable two or three years ago, a silky beige camisole and strappy
high-heeled sandals.
{{Purely a business visit. Right, pet.}} But to
smile was to risk making her bolt. So he tried for quietly smoldering sexual
tension - as if there was ever anything quiet about their sex life. "So what can
I do for you tonight, Slayer?"
"It's like this." She began pacing,
seemingly unaware that she was drawing attention to the straining of her
buttocks and thighs against the close-cut skirt as she moved, or that motion
made it obvious she wore no bra. "You can't just come in to where I work and
monopolize my attention like you did today, Spike. I've already gotten a lecture
from my boss. No lengthy personal visits."
She was facing him now, so he
forced himself to stop staring and look her in the eye. "That's all you came
here for, pet?" he asked huskily, advancing slowly toward her.
"Yeah. I
know it's not the Apocalypse, but believe me it's enough," she said, falling
back a step as he drew nearer. "I *need* this job, Spike. I've got to have money
to take care of Dawn. Remember her?"
He kept moving forward, slow but
steady. "I already told you, I can *get* - "
"And I've got to be able to
show a steady income," she said, stepping back again to keep the distance
between them even, "for when the social workers come to see how I'm taking care
of Dawn. Remember them?"
"Duly noted," he said softly, moving forward and
smiling wolfishly when her back hit the wall on the next back-step. "I want
what's best for the Little Bit, same's you do." He took one last big step
forward to put him an arm's length from the wall, and put his palms flat on the
wall on either side of Buffy, boxing her in. "Me, I think havin' a big sis who's
actually happy every now an' then would be better for 'er than anythin'
else..."
"I did not come here to - to get a happy, Spike," she said
sternly, trying to will her chin and jaw to stop turning to mush under his
steady gaze.
"No, you were just out patrollin', same's usual, an' thought
you'd drop in on the creature you claim you'd cross the street to avoid...C'mon,
Slayer, we both know what you came here for tonight," he purred, running his
fingertips lightly along the outer edges of her hips and thighs. "You even
dressed down for me an' ev'rything..." He exulted inside at the shiver that went
through her at his touch.
"No - I - I didn't - " she stammered, watching
mesmerized as he sank to his knees, skimming his palms lightly down her sides as
he went. "...what..." He glanced up at her and smiled, mischief sparkling in his
eyes.
He took one high-heeled foot in hand and placed it on his shoulder,
and her jaw dropped. He ran the flat of his tongue gently along the upstretched
arch of her foot, and grinned when her hips jerked involuntarily in response.
While he teased at her foot and ankle with his mouth, his hands
encircled her leg firmly and ran up from calf to thigh, pushing up the skirt as
they went. The breath went out of her in a deep sigh, and he repressed a groan,
trying to stay focused. He looked up briefly; her eyes were wide and staring,
and her breathing was coming quicker and shorter.
His hands kept stroking
the planes of her strong thigh, and his lips fluttered upward along her calf and
knee. "I...Spike...this is *not* what I came here for..."
"Right, pet,"
he mumbled, mouth playing at the line of her inner thigh while his hands slipped
up under the skirt to knead her buttocks. "Got it. All business. Right." The
scent of her arousal thickened the air around his nose, making his mouth
water.
His breath tickled at her crotch as he spoke, and she shuddered,
fingers itching to reach for him. "I - I mean it...Spike...I've gotta get
home..." His blunt teeth nibbled at the vein in her thigh, nipping at the
femoral artery, and her legs trembled. "...Dawn's waiting..."
"Let her
wait." Now his lips were tickling the edges of her nether lips when he spoke,
and she stifled a sob. " 'Ave I mentioned 'ow much I love these thongs of yours,
pet? Major innovation of modern technology, they are..." He slipped the
inch-thin crotch of her panties aside to the crease of thigh and hip, and took a
long, slow lick from back to front.
This time the sob made it out of her
mouth. "Spike..." she whispered, voice clotted with desire. "...we
can't..."
"We won't," he murmured, nose burrowing in her dark curls. "*I*
will." Two fingers alit on her clitoris and slid back through her labia, picking
up a coating of her silky moisture before plunging deep inside her. At the same
time, his lips and tongue fastened onto her clit, and a wave of dizziness broke
over her as all her blood rushed downward in an instant.
Buffy gasped
and her hips ground against him involuntarily. He moaned, and the vibration of
the sound went through her clit. Her knees began trembling violently, making her
hips twitch back and forth against his hands and face. "...oh God..." she
moaned, and slid her fingers into his hair.
He groaned happily, and
smiled when her fingers clutched his hair tight. He spread the fingers in her
core as far apart as he could, pushing back firmly against the pressure of her
inner walls, and stroked them against the front and back of her vagina in just
the way he knew she loved most, using the pad of his thumb to tease at her labia
at the same time.
The voice above him was reduced to low, glottal moans;
her body was heating up rapidly and he could feel her internal muscles drawing
up tight as she neared release. Spike increased the pressure of hands and mouth,
and with his free hand began squeezing hard at one cheek of her ass in time with
his movements below.
Buffy's pelvis jerked; she cried out and spasmed
wildly, grinding her groin into his face as she came. Still he didn't lighten up
the pressure from lips and fingers until he felt her shudders die away. Then he
slipped out from between her legs gently, setting her foot back on the floor and
straightening her clothes.
He smoothed the skirt down over her legs and
lay his head against her belly, listening to her heavy breathing and murmuring
soothing nonsense. She slumped against the wall, grateful for the support at her
back, let her eyes slip closed and swallowed hard.
She sensed him
leaning close in the dark behind her eyelids, and felt cool smooth lips sliding
damply along hers. Moaning, she let his tongue slip in between her teeth and
slid her arms around his neck, letting him hold her up in the kiss for just an
instant.
Then her palms slid down his shoulders to his chest and she gave
a hard shove, making him stumble backward a few steps. "Buffy...?"
Her
wide eyes were clouding over with disgust. "I - have to go..." And with that,
she bolted for the door, jerking it shut behind her with a loud
slam.
Groaning happily, Spike put a hand to his lips and flopped back
down into his comfy chair. {{Not 'ere to get a 'appy, are you, luv? Got one
anyway, didn't you.}}
He tugged his belt loose from the buckle and set
his shaking fingers to work on the fly of his jeans. {{Gave as good as you got,
too...}}
THE END
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