Good Things DON'T Come In Small Packages


Written by: Meredith


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Summary: Oh no, not this time! You have to read this one through!
Disclaimer: Me no. Joss yes.
Dedication: To Pandora and Trish, you KNOW why!
Feedback: mpierson@uneedspeed.net


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After fighting him for so long, fighting so hard, Buffy just couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't keep battling him. This was too deep, he was too strong and he was too damn sexy! Any why should she fight anymore?? Glory's been defeated, Doc is gone, Angel's off fighting L.A.'s big bad, to hell with this! To hell with everyone! If her friends don't like it, then they can go take a flying leap!

Buffy walked over to her bedroom window. It was 1:00 a.m. and there was a full moon. As soon as she opened the window, the smell of cigarette smoke wafted into the room. He was there watching her. He was always there watching her.

* I don't want to spend another night fantasizing about him and feeling guilty afterwards. I want him here. With me. Inside me. Now. *

She leaned out the window, the wind catching her top and puffing it out in front of her. "Spike. Come here."

* Boy can he move fast! * Spike was out from behind the tree and standing at her window in under a second. The cigarette was gone and he looked into her eyes with adoration.

"What am I going to do with you Spike? I thought you'd leave eventually, let us both get on with our lives, but I see that's not going to happen. You just won't leave, and I'm tired of this game. Come inside."

It took Spike several seconds to process what he heard. Once it got through to him, he climbed into her bedroom and followed her over to her bed. She stood in front of it and untied the straps on her top, letting the material float down to the floor. Her nipples were already hard in anticipation of what was to come. Spike dove for her breasts and immediately sucked them between his lips. She moaned and pushed his head into her harder, holding him so tight that he would have drowned in her had he needed to breathe.

His tongue snaked around her nipple while his hands added to her pleasure by kneading her breasts erotically. "Spike, oh god, I want you so bad!"

The Vampire sprang up and captured her mouth in a sensuous kiss, driving her wild with passion and heat. His hands moved down to her panties and slipped under them, playing with her curls.

He pushed her down on the bed so she way lying across it with her legs dangling down to the floor. Spike pushed her knees back so she was spread open and wide, allowing him a view of her silk-covered clit and throbbing wet lips.

He looked at her flushed face and reached out to stroke her, rubbing the silk against her. She gasped and thrust her hips towards him, seeking more pressure. He complied by placing the palm of his hand against her clit and using his middle finger to slide the fabric away from her core. He moved his palm in circles, applying deadly erotic pressure to her while sliding two fingers deep inside her.

"Oh god! I'm going to cum so hard! Spike, that's so good, please don't stop!" He was panting unneeded air, his free hand rubbing against his jeans in anticipation of the act yet to come. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to become what she was feeling. Her entire body ached and rippled under his ministrations, and she bucked against him wildly. Her screams began to climb higher and louder with every thrust of his fingers. He curled them in her, tickling that sensitive spot that never failed to bring her the hardest and best orgasms. No one ever touched her there before, except for when she did it herself, and she felt like she was splitting in two from the intensity of his touch.

"Oh baby, you're so hot!" Mixed with the sound of his voice was the sound of his jeans unzipping, freeing the hard pulsing cock waiting to drive her unconscious with bliss. She forced her eyes open to look on it, to see it standing proud and erect for her. His jeans came off, and then his boxers followed, unveiling his proudest feature.

"No! No, it's so small! Oh god Spike, No!" The panic that ripped through her was almost as intense as the pleasure she had been feeling moments before. * It's so TINY! I'll never feel it! * Buffy's eyes were wide, trying to bring the oddity into focus. She sat up and reached out to take it. It was barely the length of her small hand!

"Lay back baby, and let me love you." He pushed her back down and kneeled between her legs. He had his cock in one hand and steadied himself with the other, as he moved down and covered her body with his own. He began rocking back and forth, moaning loudly.

"Is it in yet?" She bit her lip trying to concentrate. She couldn't feel a thing! Maybe she could rub her clit against him to gain some pleasure from this. This was definitely a one time deal!

"Buffy, stop wiggling so much. I keep falling out...there, you're so wet!" He continued to ravish her the best he could. She slipped her hand down between them and rubbed her clit fast and hard.

"UGGNHH!!" Spike came inside her. He CAME inside her! She wasn't even close!

"No, wait! I'm not done!" Spike stood up in front of her, giving her a clear view of his shrinking softening member. The sight of it deflated distressed her more than anything so far, and she sat up screaming.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" That's when she realized what had happened and started to laugh uncomfortably. It was a dream! All a dream!

She thanked God out loud and threw her head back down on to her pillows. Laughter escaped her lips, but she felt uncomfortable with the dream.

After thinking about it for several restless hours, Buffy decided on a course of action. Tomorrow night, she would visit Spike and try to find out if her dream had been prophetic or just a fluke.

* Please let it be a fluke. PLEASE let it be a fluke! *


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Part 2


Buffy walked into The Magic Box and headed towards the section on dreaming. She wanted to know what last night could have possibly meant. She hoped it was just her brain suffering a short circuit or minor stroke; her fear was that there was deeper meaning, that she was seriously interested in Spike's. Ok, so back to the store. She picked up several books and made her way back to the table with them in tow. Giles was out for a few hours, so Anya was her only companion.

"Watcha doin'?"

"Looking up my dreams. I had a real winner last night, and I wanna see if it means anything."

"Oh, well, I used to date this demon who could interpret dreams, so why don't you tell me and I'll see what I can remember?"

Buffy thought about it for a moment. She really wasn't in the mood to do research. What she was in the mood to do was go check out Spike's *cough, cough*. So she settled and agreed to give Anya the abridged version of her dream.

"Well, let's see. I'm standing at my window and I call a guy up into my room. I take off my top and we start fooling around. The dream gets pretty hot, but then it's his turn to take off some clothes. So when he's naked, I look and it's tiny. Anya, it's like weird looking it's so small! And I freak out cause I'm afraid I won't feel anything. And I don't! I don't feel a thing!"

Anya's eyes were bugging out at the beginning of the tale, but by the time she got to the point about feelings, she had a look of horror on her face. Then she started laughing.

"Ok, so I don't feel anything but he keeps doing it with me. So finally he stands up and it's even smaller, and that's when I wake up and realize it's just a frustrating dream. So what do you think?"

"I think you left out one really important thing: who this 'guy' was." Anya was completely cracking up. "You know, I made your dream come true for many women over the centuries. What better way to get back at a cheating male than shrink-a-dick. You know, like those old toys, Shrink-A-Dink!" Her laughter became hysterical.

"Hello, dream here? So I don't know who he is, he's just a guy! And it was great before he dropped his pants. And why am I even discussing this with you? Forget it, I'm just gonna pass that dream up to insanity. Later!" With that Buffy left the shop. Anya had a feeling she knew who the dream was really about, and she wondered how it would turn out in the end.


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Later that night, Buffy went on patrol, praying that she wouldn't run into Spike. Of course, that meant she ran into him almost immediately.

"Evenin' luv. Out for a slay? Want company?"

* Oh God, please don't let me embarrass myself! * She didn't have too much faith in this prayer, seeing as the previous prayer was ignored.

"I don't need company. It's a small night, I mean slow night! And anyway it's not like you can give me a good lay, I MEAN SLAY!" Her face had turned bright red, and she noticed Spike was staring at her hands. She looked down and saw that she had a stake in her right hand, and her left hand was running up and down it, very suggestively.

"OH GOD!" She screamed, as she threw the stake away from them both.

Spike stared at her. "Slayer," snort "are you trying to kill me here?" grunt snort "Been dipping into the beer again?"

He bit his bottom lip, but after seeing the comically tragic look on her face, the laugh inside him started to bubble up and out. It started out with those grunts and snorts, and made it's way to a full belly laugh in a matter of seconds.

"And please let me allay all doubts, I could definitely give you a good lay! Considering the way you're checking me out, I'm sure you no longer have any doubts anyway." He pulled his duster open to give her a better view of his crotch.

Buffy's eyes were wide with embarrassment. "OH MY GOD!" She felt herself sinking into a muddy hold quickly.

"Nope, no more doubts on your part." Spike was enjoying this to no end. She had turned her face away, but he saw the desire written there. He felt that familiar pressure starting to build, and pulled his duster closed to hide his own subconscious reaction.

Buffy had turned her face back to him in time to see him start to close his duster. His pants seemed to have gotten fuller in the moments she wasn't looking. * He's getting turned on by this! How DARE he! *

Before she could say anything, Spike spoke up. "Are you okay luv? You seem completely out of sorts! Sleep well last night?"

She was thrown back slightly by his question, and answered before she could stop herself. "Nightmare."

"Tell me all about it pet."

"I'd rather not. I'm going home. There's no action to be had here tonight."

Her mind registered what she said at the same moment that Spike's did. * Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb! *

"I don't know about that luv. Why don't you come with me and I'm sure we can create a little action of our own. If it's a good workout you're looking for, look no further. Not all workouts need to be painful." He smiled that cocky grin and winked at her. Her knees felt weak and her eyes glazed over.

* Spike! This is SPIKE here girl! Get It Together!!! * "No thank you." Buffy turned, retrieved her stake and walked briskly out of the cemetery. She didn't stop walking until she reached her home.


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Later that night, Buffy laid in bed staring at the ceiling for the fourth straight hour. This was driving her crazy. No matter what she did, she couldn't get the thought of Spike's bulging pants out of her mind! She fought with herself over it for the full four hours, and finally decided to take action.

Buffy got up and dressed quickly. She walked back to the cemetery and straight to Spike's crypt. It was completely silent inside, so she pushed the door open slowly. It opened enough for her to slip through, and she stayed in the shadows looking for Spike.

The blond Vampire stood in the center of the crypt wearing boxers and nothing else. He had his back turned to her and was doing something with his hands. She wished he would turn sideways to give her a better look, and he did exactly that.

Spike had one hand down his boxers, and his eyes were closed tight. He threw his head back and began to move his fist faster and faster. Buffy stood riveted to the spot, waiting to catch a glimpse of the hidden treasure. Once again, she didn't have to wait long.

Spike began to work his boxers down his legs. She was denied a clear view as he bent over to pull them from his body, but that view was regained as he stood back up. "Oh Buffy!"

"OH NO!" she screamed at him. Spike jumped three feet in the air and turned to face her completely. It was SMALLER than she had dreamed! It's was a head with balls! He had been holding it between his thumb and forefinger, which made Buffy feel faint.

Spike looked down at his hand, and then back at his intruder. "What's wrong with you?"

Buffy started to breath funny. She was hyperventilating! She fanned herself, trying to calm down, but when she looked at him again, a scream started to work itself out from deep inside.

"BUFFY! WAKE UP!"

Buffy shot up in bed and stared at her sister.

"You were having a nightmare. Are you okay?"

The Slayer stared at her sister with gratitude written across her face. Then she pulled the covers back, dressed, and left without saying a word. Dawn stood staring at the door that her sister walked out of.

"Now what the hell was that all about?"


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Part 3


She threw the crypt door open and it slammed into the wall startling Spike so badly that he vamped out in defense. "Bloody hell Slayer! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

She laughed quietly, but didn't answer his ridiculous question. Instead, she closed the door slowly and began walking towards him in a very calculated manner. Step, pause, step, pause. She advanced on him as if she were on the hunt.

Spike sensed her body and mind tensing and began moving backwards to avoid her. Pause, step, pause, step. He bumped into the sarcophagus and nearly fell, and that's when she made her move.

Her hand flashed out in front of her and he braced himself for the stake hidden in her sleeve. His eyes were squeezed shut and he saw his life and unlife flash before his eyes. After a moment or two when nothing happened, he opened his left eye the tiniest bit to see her hand still outstretched in front of him. Only there was no stake to be seen. Instead, there was a box: slightly glossy, worn, small, red, blue and white, about the size of a box of cards.

"Rummy?" She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing at the pathetic Vampire cowering before her.

Spike visibly relaxed and gave her a cocky grin, brushed off his right arm and snatched the deck from her hands. He hoisted himself onto the coffin and scooted back, sitting cross-legged with that grin still pasted to his face. She jumped up and sat facing him, waiting for him to deal.

Spike took the deck out of the box and began shuffling the cards. He shuffled like a pro! The cards moved faster than Buffy could follow, zipping in this hand, through the air, and then landing in the other hand in a neat little stack. She watched amused as he began to deal.

"So why Rummy and not Poker luv?"

"Don't know the rules, and I don't want to play with a learning curve tonight. Ready for the terms?"

"Terms luv? 500 points, right?"

"Nope! You said you could show me some action earlier, so here's your chance. I win, and you lose a piece of clothing. You win, and I lose a piece of clothing. Simple. Game?"

Spike stopped mid-deal and stared at her with a gaping mouth. "You serious?"

"Yep! Come on, what's your answer?" She began drumming her fingers on the stone lid, feigning impatience.

"Ok, what's the catch?"

"No catch Spike. Scout's honor." She held up two fingers and pledged herself.

"Yeah, right. Fine then. I agree." The remaining cards left his hand as he finished dealing, and they picked up their stacks to start the game. He dealt them both crappy hands, and it took several minutes for the game to pick up pace. Once it did, they became engrossed in the play. Spike discarded and Buffy grabbed and claimed his card. Buffy picked and threw out cards that were useless to the Vampire. The pace quickened again, and within a matter of moments, Buffy screamed "RUMMY!" She gave him a toothy smile and leaned back waiting for him to remove a piece of clothing.

Spike reached down and untied his left boot, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. "Beginner's luck."

"I'm no beginner! I used to play this game with my Dad all the time!" She stuck out her tongue in defiance.

"Keep that tongue in your mouth unless you plan to use it Slayer. And I'll say it again, beginner's luck. I've been playing this game for over a century." He mimicked her, wagging his tongue in her direction.

"Shut up and deal."

He was right, it must have been beginner's luck. Two hours later they were still playing, their eyes wide and red from their refusal to blink, and their necks in pain from craning them out to get a better view of the discard pile. In those two hours, Spike managed to lose his other shoe, both socks and his shirt, leaving him in his jeans. He played dirty though, discarding his shirt with his second loss, forcing Buffy to gaze upon his sculptured chest. He knew he was distracting her, but in all fairness, Buffy's current state of undress was much more distracting for him.

She was wearing her bra and panties and nothing else, unless you count the pouty lip she pointed in his direction.

"Damnit Spike! You're cheating!"

"Am not Slayer! It's not my fault that you suck at this game." That cocky grin returned with a vengeance, and he thanked whatever deity would listen that his jeans were still on. He had decided to go sans underwear today, and he was struggling to hide his intense arousal.

"I'll show you who sucks." She muttered in response under her breath.

"Now let's keep the Pouf out of this."

Buffy looked at him with daggers in her eyes, picked the deck up off the coffin lid, and threw it at him. It hit him dead square in his forehead, scattering cards around the crypt like rain. Spike didn't know whether to angry or laugh, so he chose to laugh. Anger would have been a more appropriate reaction.

Buffy scooted off the coffin and began gathering up her clothes.

"Buffy, wait, I'm sorry. Give me another chance."

* I have to know what's in his pants! Argh! He is such a pain in the ass!! *

She turned back to face him and dropped her clothes at her feet again. Once she settled back on the lid and waited for Spike to gather the scattered cards, she upped the stakes.

"One more game, loser loses all."

He stared at her in amazement. * She's got balls! *

"Fine. You deal or me?"

"You."

The game began. As with the first round, both were dealt crappy hands and it took them a few passes to start in earnest. Spike watched the discard pile like a hawk, his Rummy face revealing nothing.

Buffy tried distracting him, hoisting one leg up to the side, giving him a clear view of her silk panties. He looked away. She thrust her breasts out, accentuating the valley that formed between them. He looked away again.

* One more card, just one more card and you win. *

Buffy repeated the litany in her mind over and over again, trying to will the game to end in her favor. Soon it changed to:

* 10 of Clubs, 10 of Clubs, 10 of Clubs. *

Nothing! Three more rounds passed without anything of help. She began to doubt her game play, wondering if she should go for another set. Buffy's Rummy face did nothing to hide her intense discomfort. Spike watched as she worried her bottom lip and stared at her hand. He drew his card, added it to his hand, and picked one to discard.

Buffy saw the face of the card before it hit the pile. Inside, she started doing the Snoopy dance, and her body began to bounce and shake in excitement. Spike gasped as her breasts jiggled slightly.

She yelled "RUMMY! STRIP!" at the top of her lungs as she claimed the 10 of Clubs from the pile.

* THANK YOU GOD! * Buffy grinned like a kid at Christmas as Spike slid down from the coffin.

He turned to face her and she scooted around and allowed her legs to dangle from the edge. Spike's hands went to his waste and teased the button away. Then he pulled the zipper down at an agonizing pace. Buffy was flooded with heat and excitement and she didn't care. Too many dreams! She had to know NOW!

Then he did the unthinkable. He turned his back on her! * NO! * her mind screamed as she watched the jeans get tugged down his legs. He had a gorgeous ass! It was tight and small, and curved under at the bottom just a bit. * Yum, I'd love to just. BREATHE! *

Spike was having a hellish time. He was hard as a rock and flat against his stomach. * Well, no sense dragging this out. * Once his mind made it's decision, Spike spun around and gave Buffy a clear view of his lower half.

"YES! Oh! I mean, um, I WON!" She could hardly contain her excitement. It was perfect. His shaft was long and thick and ended in a bulbous head swollen with arousal. His balls would fit perfectly in her hands, and she stared at them as they hung taught beneath his erect cock.

The perusal she was giving made him feel proud. She was practically drooling on him, studying every inch with a naughty gleam in her eye. He stepped closer, mimicking the movements she made when she first entered his crypt hours ago. Once he stood directly in front of her, he put his hands on her knees and teased her legs open.

She breathed heavy as he slid up against her. "Do I meet your approval luv?" He brought her hand up to his lips and sucked her middle finger into his mouth. His sucking wasn't gentle, on the contrary it was hard and sent shockwave through her entire body.

"It's okay."

He stopped instantly and stared at her, not believing that she said he was 'okay'.

"Okay? That's all? Fine!" Spike tried to pull himself back away from her but she clung to him and refused to let go.

"Just teasing. Nice. Very nice." Spike slid back against her and watched as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground beside them.

His thumbs sought out her nipples and brushed them up and down, eliciting a little squeak from the back of her throat. His head was level with her breasts, and he brought his mouth in to worry her, rubbing his blunt teeth against her.

Spike pulled back out of her arms. "Someone here is wearing way too much. What do you say we do something about that?" He slipped his fingers into her panties and pulled them down past her knees. He couldn't get any further. The smell of her arousal and her heat hit him and made him dizzy. He looked and appreciated her beauty before reaching out to touch her glistening curls.

She moaned as his fingers slid over her clit and into her warmth. Her panties were pulled off her completely, leaving her naked and slightly chilled. His mouth moved from her breasts to her lips, forcing him to stand on the balls of his feet to reach her easier. Buffy ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, brushing lightly against his cool skin.

Spike mumbled against her lips. "Wanna tell me what brought this on luv?" His fingers flew over her clit deftly, forcing her to answer honestly.

"Been dreaming about you." She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to remember her dream. * Too late! * She pulled back to look and reassure herself that she wasn't dreaming. * Oh no, no dreams going on now! *

Buffy clenched around his delving fingers and the throbbing in her moved through her entire body. Spike watched as she stared down at his erection. She was moments from cumming, rocking against his hand and thrashing in his arms. He stilled his hand and allowed her to take control. She gripped his shoulder hard and worked herself faster and faster, her occasional moaning becoming a constant exhalation of passion and need.

"SPIKE! TELL WHATEVER WHORE YOU HAVE IN THERE WITH YOU TO COVER UP! I'M COMING IN! YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS!"

"OhMyGod! Xander!" Buffy threw herself down from the coffin and grabbed at her clothes.

Spike began to turn circles, looking for a place to hide her. The last thing he wanted was for the Whelp to catch Buffy and tell the Watcher who would wake him up the next night to let him watch a stake plunge into his heart. He thought all in under one second and threw the slab covering the catacomb passage back giving his partner in crime a place to hide. Buffy threw herself down and pulled the cover back with less than a second to spare.

"Hey bloodbreath! So where is she?"

"She? I don't know what you're talking about." Spike feigned disinterest as he dropped the sheet clutched around his waste and slid his jeans back on. Xander averted his eyes from the no-longer aroused Vampire.

"She is the one who was making all that noise. You know, the moaning and groaning and 'Oh God Spike, I'm gonna CUM!'" Xander did a pretty good job of mimicking Buffy. 'I could hear her out on the street!"

With that, Buffy blushed from head to toe, and Spike couldn't help but smile with pride. That smile was followed almost immediately by a frown as he remembered that she never did get to cum, and neither did he for that matter.

Spike looked Xander dead in the eye and vamped out. "What do you want boy?"

"Don't you go flashing your fangs at me! Buffy's missing. She was supposed to be at the Magic Box over an hour ago, and Dawn said she stormed out of her house in the middle of the night. We called all over, so have you seen her?

"An hour and you call out the hunting parties? Bloody Hell! I think you should go back to your little store and give her some space. Buffy will show up when Buffy is ready. Out!"

"Yeah, but."

"No buts, OUT!" Spike backed Xander up against the door and waited for him to leave.

Xander looked at the Vampire suspiciously and turned to leave. "When you see her again, tell her that we're waiting." With that he left and Buffy came bounding up the stairs.

"That was close!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around Spike's neck.

He nuzzled into her and whispered, "Where were we," as his hand slid into her panties. "Ah, right there." She followed his lead and unzipped his fly. She pulled his soft length free and stroked it, loving how quickly it sprang back to life.

"Ok! How the hell did you get your robot back Spike?" Buffy and Spike screamed at the top of their lungs when they heard Xander and realized he was standing there watching them. The Vampire tucked himself away and Buffy straightened her hair.

"Xander, why are you here?" Buffy was furious.

"Well I heard the noises start up again, and I got curious. Wondered what skanky ho Spike could get in here. Can't even do that now can you, Spike? You have to steal back your sex-bot to get some action." Xander started laughing at them and pointing at Buffy

"Oh please Mr. Xander, don't tell Buffy. Spike was only borrowing me. I'm sure you understand." She batted her eyelids at him and gave him a coy smile, hoping to fool her long-time friend.

"I'll let you off the hook this time Spike, but I'm going to remember this! Make sure she's deactivated and back in the basement by midnight tonight." Xander planned on hanging this over Spike's head every single chance he got. He walked out with a grin to rival Spike's stuck on his face.

Buffy and Spike looked at each other and exhaled in relief. She knew the rouse wouldn't last long, but it gave them a short time to concentrate on each other without having to deal with her friends pitching a fit.

"You, um, still interested luv?"

She looked him over and realized that she had never been more turned on in her life. In answer she walked back into his arms and kissed him passionately. Up till now, their foreplay had been frantic and heated, but with that one kiss she changed the mood to romantic and profound.

He carried her back to the coffin and dashed to the corner to grab the blanket from the chair. He made a little bed for them and stripped both her and himself naked. She was lifted into the bed and opened her arms in welcome as he slid deep inside her.

No more foreplay, no more teasing. They made love slowly and softly, and he kissed away the little beads of sweat that formed on her forehead. When they came, they sighed each other's names and held tight, Buffy and Spike both happy that it wasn't a dream.


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The scream that echoed up the stairs and into the main room of the store frightened one customer so bad she dropped a hand-blown glass dragon, shattering it to a thousand tiny glass shards.

Xander came running up the stairs looking paler than Spike on a good day.

"The, the, the, the robot! It's, it's, it's."

"Spit it out Xander." Giles snapped at the stuttering man, annoyed with his lack of control and frightened of what he had to say.

"It's sitting down there! Right where we, we left it!"

"And for that you frighten away our paying customers?" Anya had one hand on her hip and the other one tapped on the counter with annoyance.

Xander's eyes went wide and his mouth opened to scream again as the truth of the morning hit him like a brick.


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Part 4


Spike woke up in a semi-soft bed with a warm body spooning against him. It took him a minute to get his bearings, but when he did, he remembered. Oh BOY did he remember! There was the erotic game of Rummy, short foreplay, Xander, short foreplay, Xander, then perfect lovemaking. All that thinking about foreplay stirred the beast between his legs, feeding it blood and making it rise. He looked down at it and laughed inside, addressing it directly, "Morning to you. Who's the Big Bad?"

He couldn't resist letting that cocky grin set into his face as his evident arousal began to poke into Buffy's back. She was sleeping deeply, making the most adorable little noises. Breathe, breathe, snort, breathe, snore, breathe, moan. Her breathing started to shift as he poked her a little more forcefully.

Buffy moaned, "Stop stickin' me," which Spike found quite funny and started laughing out loud.

"Ready to play my friend?" As if in answer, his 'friend' jumped with excitement and when back to poking Buffy's back. "Luv, I'm horny. Wake up!" He made a trail of kisses down her neck and onto her back.

By now Buffy was awake and heard him address this illusive friend. "Is there something going on back there? Who's this friend of your?" She was still very sleepy but rolled onto her back to get a look at what the Vampire was up to. She got an eye full!

"God Spike! Doesn't that thing ever sleep?" Her question was laced giggles.

In response, he poked it into her leg and rubbed it on her, making sure she knew just how not-asleep it was. They were both laughing, punctuating their giggles with kisses. He rolled on top of her and teased her playfully. His fingers danced over her lips and neck, and his hips rolled against her sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She shifted slightly and tried to guide him inside of her, but Spike was feeling frisky and playful. He refused to slide into her completely, and instead began rubbing the head of his cock on her clit, making her jump and gasp with arousal.

"God, Spike, please," she moaned and thrashed under his body.

"Mmm mmm luv. Not yet." It was obvious that this beautiful creature beneath him knew little about foreplay. No mystery really, considering her only other lovers were a sexually frustrated cursed Vampire, a pillock kid who just wanted a quick screw, and Captain Cardboard who couldn't do anything without following orders or reading a manual. He planned to give her the full benefit of his century's worth of experience.

"Close your eyes luv, We're gonna have some fun."


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"We're not going to go through this again! Obviously you were mistaken. Buffy and Spike are NOT having sex."

"But."

"NO!"

"But."

"NO!"

"But."

"Bloody Hell Xander! NO! They are NOT having sex! That is not Buffy! She would NEVER allow herself to be so compromised, and I have had more than enough of this. So please SHUT UP!" He wanted this conversation to end immediately. The look on his face conveyed his feelings on the matter perfectly clear, but Xander refused to back down.


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He rolled her over onto her stomach and straddled her thighs. His hands began to roam over her soft skin, stroking and squeezing her flesh sensuously. He began with her outstretched arms, making feather-like touches up and down her palms and below her elbows. Her flesh tensed under him, and he moved to her shoulders and the back of her neck very slowly.

She relaxed completely, and once she was no longer moaning or breathing hard, he stopped all movement and brought his mouth down to her arms. His body pressed into hers as he placed kisses on the inside of her elbow. His tongue swirled in the little dip and he drank in her sweetness.

He began purring into her skin, sending shivers up and down her spine. The sound mixed with the vibrations it caused started a warmth in her belly that spread through and out between her legs.

Spike continued massaging and licking and sucking on her back and arms until she was torn between a desire to sleep and the need to make love. He passed over her flushed bottom and moved to her feet, repeating his earlier actions. His hands moved up to her thighs followed by his lips, and he tugged her legs open giving him a view of her swollen mound.

Buffy realized the position she way lying in and began to close her legs to his perusal. She was embarrassed.

"No luv, don't. You're so beautiful. Let me show you what making love is really about. It's not all sweaty and sticky, all hard and fast. The experience doesn't have to be about getting off, getting there is just as much fun. We could spend hours, no days, just touching and kissing. We'd cum again and again, spending forever just being aroused. Let me show you." His last words purred in her ears, and she pulsed with anticipation.


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"Damnit G-Man! What is it going to take to get you to listen to me! I SAW HER! She was in his crypt, playing in his pants! His hand was doing the same to her and they were all hot and sweaty! I'm telling you, they're doing it!"

Giles had had enough and zoned out Xander's voice. He did not want to imagine his Slayer and that Vampire together. He always knew there was a sexual attraction between Spike and Buffy, and if he allowed himself to admit it, he knew they would eventually end up having sex, and possibly even falling in love.

But that did NOT mean he wanted to visualize them doing it. He was fed up with Xander and decided to put an end to this immediately.

"Was she happy?"

Xander stopped mid-babble and started at Giles. "Happy? What? Um, yeah, she looked happy I guess. What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's the only thing that matters. If she was happy, then, Leave. It. Be. She deserves happiness, and if Spike is the one to bring it to her, then who the hell do you think you are judging them?"


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Spike dotted kisses on her inner thighs, the scent of her arousal strong and heady. His tongue tickled and teased, but never settled on her most sensitive nerve bundles. She moaned, forgetting her embarrassment, and felt her legs push even further apart. Making sure not to touch any part of her except with the tip of his finger, he slid inside her just past his second knuckle. He could cum just watching the way her folds wrapped around him, and when she throbbed, it created a wonderful sucking sensation.

He kneaded her legs and butt slowly while fingering her, wiggling inside her and blowing puffs of air on her swollen clit. She was enjoying this attention, but it wasn't heightening her arousal, only keeping it at a steady level. Spike decided it was time to bring it up a notch.

He sat up behind her, hooking her legs over his own which dangled off the make-shift bed. He immediately pumped his cock into her completely and counted with each inward thrust, "One, two, three, four, aaaahhhh five!" At the count of five he withdrew, leaving just the head inside her. She moaned angrily and tried to shift backwards, but he prevented her movement and waited until she was once again still. They both shook involuntarily.

"Tell me about your dreams luv, the ones that you were having about me."

"Nooo, please, they were nightmares. Just make me cum, oh PLEASE!" She whined adorably and wiggled her ass, begging him to shag her senseless. He held back his control and asked her again.

"Please tell me about your dreams? I'll make it worth your wild." She could hear the promise in his words, but to make sure she had no doubt, he slid into her again, held still for a moment, and then withdrew to his starting point.

She was panting, but began, "Ok! Ok, in the first one you were in my room and we started fooling around. But when you dropped your pants, you were, well, really REALLY tiny! And in the second dream you were, um," she blushed in embarrassment, and then remembered he was sitting behind her partially embedded in her folds, and pushed the embarrassment away, "playing with yourself, and you were even smaller. That's it! I swear!"

In response, he leaned forward and whispered, "Does this feel tiny to you?" He pumped into her hard and fast, making her slide on the bed just a bit with every thrust. She had never had sex in this position before, and he was hitting nerves inside her that she never knew existed.

She moaned and gasped for air, repeating, "NO! Not small, oh GOD not small!"

"Good! Wouldn't want my love to be unsatisfied! Pull your legs up until they're almost underneath you." She did as she was told, moving into a half-kneeling half-lying position, his cock still working in and out of her. This new position angled her in a completely different direction, hitting even more nerves she was previously unaware of.

He couldn't believe she dreamt of him with a tiny package! He grew slightly self-conscious and asked her if she was happy with his size."

"Ohhh, yes! You're the biggest I've even been with!"

His smile was immense and he pumped into her extra hard. "Well, I don't know about the last two, but I'm definitely bigger than the first one." He slowed his pace down almost to a crawl.

"How do you know you're bigger than him?"

"Let's just say, I. Know." Spike punctuated his last two words with deep hard thrusts and came to a stop, once again with only the head of his cock inside her.


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"Why won't they believe me? I don't lie about this stuff. I swear, she was there playing with his, you know, and he had his hands in her panties! He was all hard and YECH!"

Anya lifted her head from Xander's lap and sat back on her knees. She continued pumping him while she spoke. "IF you keep going on about Buffy and Spike, you're never going to cum! Unless you LIKE talking about them having sex, and if that's so, by all means continue and I'll just be down her sucking away." She moved back into place and went back to blowing him.

He couldn't believe no one would take him seriously! He heard her first, and then saw her, but the Bot was in the basement! That meant it was Buffy, in Spike's crypt, having sex. He could just see her all naked and sweaty, kneeling in front of Spike and blowing him, just like Anya was doing to him. And GOOD GOD Anya was doing a good job of it!

But she wasn't blowing him, because she was the one screaming that she was going to cum. That meant he was probably 'shagging' her just then. She was probably lying on the crypt on her back with him, no, she was on her hands and knees and he was behind her, riding her hard and fast, stretching her around him, making her buck and scream and her hair was cascading *cascading?* over her back and down her sides, her breasts swinging under her and his hand playing with her clit, her body throbbing and pumping him, until she came screamed his name, over and over again! "OH XANDER!"

"OH B-BOY! ANYA!" Xander came and mentally wigged out when he realized he almost called out Buffy's name. Luckily, Anya never knew.


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Spike withdrew and turned Buffy onto her side. He laid down next to her and slid inside once more, her leg hooked over his. They rocked and talked, giggling and kissing and gasping for air. He whispered and purred about how beautiful she was, how perfect she felt and how much he cared about her. Buffy held her breath, but he told her not to.

"Breath deeply, trust me, you'll like it."

She did as she was told and felt her arousal grow more and more intense with each breath. When she was almost ready to cum, Spike dipped his head to her breasts and nipped them gently while rubbing her clit at a furious pace.

With a scream of pleasure, she came and shook around him. She kept breathing deeply, and it seemed to deepen her orgasm to a point she never knew possible. Spike waited until she was almost done and sped up, his own body shaking in release as he came inside her.

They closed their eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, still linked together. He would wake them to play further later on, but for now they needed a rest.

They slept so deeply they didn't hear the crypt door creak open, or the sound of Xander and Anya's feet as the crossed to the sleeping lovers.

"There!" he whispered. "See! I told you!"

"Yes, you told me, and yes, they're having sex. Still having sex from the looks of it. Now can we please go home?"

Xander shook his head yes and led Anya from the crypt, feeling vindicated. Spike opened one eye and followed them with his gaze. He considered waking Buffy to let her know they just had visitors, but it looked like the "Big Bad" between his legs had other ideas, yet again!

"Mmmmm, quit poking me!" Buffy sensed his length grow hard between her legs, and her eyes drifted open slowly. "Morning."

"Afternoon," he responded with a grin. "Ready for another go?"

With a kiss she answered him, and they continued making love for the next few hours.


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Xander decided that she looked too happy to be upset with her. She was sleeping peacefully in his arms, looking completely spent and satisfied, and he knew that look! Both he and Anya wore it regularly.

"Wanna have sex babe?" He waited for Anya's answer, and they raced each other to the car. When they got there, they decided they couldn't wait to get home. She seated herself in his lap and rose and fell over him, luxuriating in the way they made love.

"You know, he was pretty big! Did you see?"

"Anh, no! I didn't see, and anyway, size doesn't really matter. You know that!"

"I know honey, it was just, well," she thought back to Buffy's dreams and laughed. Looks like they were a fluke. Then she ventured a peek down between her legs at their joining. "You're right hun, size doesn't really matter."

"Right!" Xander's mind slowly registered her words and he stilled his rocking. "What do you mean, size doesn't matter????"
 



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