Lay Your Hands On Me


Written by: Justagirl


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Summary: PWP, except it's more like the soft-core Cinemax PWP.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Spike watched as Buffy slowly undressed, both of them knowing what she came for. But Spike would not give in so easily this time; aside from the night the house fell down, he had always been the aggressor. It was always his hands reaching out for that first touch; always Buffy who decided how far things went. In her absences, Spike had realized that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and he decided that tonight, if she came to him, he would not be the one to make the first move.

*If you're ready, I'm willing and able*
*Help me lay my cards out on the table*
*You're mine and I'm yours for the taking*
*Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking*

Buffy looked at him, pleading with her eyes for him to begin his sweet ministrations. Spike only shook his head slightly. He moved closer to her, until he could feel her breath on his skin, but he made no move to touch her.

"Not this time, luv." Buffy looked up, confused. This was not how things were supposed to go. Spike was not supposed to refuse her. "This time, if you want me, you're going to be the one to start this up." Spike was quite prepared to fulfill any and every twisted little desire she had, but he would not settle for feeling like `just another dick' anymore. If that was what Buffy wanted, she could bloody well go find some horny college prick to scratch her itch. Spike needed to know if it was him, or the sex, that she craved. "There's no one here, Buffy. No one to see if you break a few of your precious rules. I need to feel *something* from you, Buffy. Even if it is just physical."

*What you get ain't always what you see*
*But satisfaction is guaranteed*
*They say what you give is always what you need*
*So if you want me to lay my hands on you*

Buffy let her gaze travel over his exquisitely sculpted form. Spike was a vampire, evil and soulless…but he loved her. She knew that much to be true. And he left her in ecstasy at every turn, putting in as much as she did, until both were soaked with her sweat and gasping for breath. And she wanted to feel his touch, needing his cold hands to put out the fire that raged inside her body. It was more than want, more than desire. This thing inside her had grown into a burning, blinding need for his flesh. No other could satisfy her. No mere man could ever make her feel like Spike did. As she lost herself in his piercing eyes, she realized that he needed to know that-that it was *him*, and no one else that could bring her such pleasure-as much as she needed to feel his flesh beneath hers.

*Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me*
*Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me*

Slowly, Buffy reached out, tracing a path from his chest to his belly with a finger nail. Running her hands over his powerful arms, Buffy relished the feel of his dead flesh beneath her hands. She kissed down his stomach, reaching inside his jeans to caress the part of him that brought her the most pleasure. Running her hands over and around his silky smooth cock, she watched his eyes as they rolled back in his head, feeling giddy with the power she had over him in that moment. Still, despite her loving tribute, Spike made no move to touch her, though it was obvious it took all his strength to resist the urge.

*I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher*
*I've been to school, and baby I've been the teacher*
*If you show me how to get up of the ground*
*I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down*

Spike moaned as Buffy reached around to squeeze his ass, loving the way her hands were hot on his body. She wanted *him*, that was obvious to him now, but he was enjoying her roaming fingers too much to relinquish her control now. When she was done exploring his body, he decided, he would gladly reimburse her time. He ached to taste her, to hold her tiny frame against his, but he held back. Spike didn't know if Buffy would ever do this again, and he was loathe to end the sweet torture her hands brought him.

*Everything you want is what I need*
*And satisfaction is guaranteed*
*But the ride don't never ever come for free*
*So if you want me to lay my hands on you*

Buffy pulled Spike down on her, unable to ignore the throbbing need between her legs anymore. She ran her hands over his back, leaving angry-looking whelps with her nails. She grabbed him and tried to pull him into her, needing to feel his length filling her, satisfying every aching spot inside as only he could. Spike felt her desire, the need radiating from her like a halo of electricity, but still he held back. He hovered over her, supporting his weight with his arms, panting, breath he did not need blowing softly over her face.

*Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me*
*Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me*

Buffy squirmed beneath him, sliding down until she felt the tip of his hard length pressing against her moist opening. She writhed in anguish, surprised by the pain that accompanied her burning, itching need. And still, he held back, forcing her to pull him closer. He felt her desire, and it was music to his ears. Knowing that she wanted *him*, needed *him*, longed to feel *his* body joining with hers filled Spike with a lust he had never known before…not with Dru, not with anybody.

*Don't you know I only aim to please*
*If you want me to lay my hands on you*
*Lay your hands on me*

Unable to stifle the longing any longer, Spike plunged into Buffy's tight, molten passage with a reckless abandon, causing her to scream out his name in a moment a pure, unbridled passion. They fused together, Spike bucking and grinding with no thought other than how right this felt, and Buffy tearing and clawing at his back, trying to draw him in further. When they had worked through the need to hurt each other, and nothing was left but the bittersweet tenderness of the encounter, Spike turned to Buffy.

"There. Now was that so bloody hard, luv?" Buffy shook her head shyly, letting one of her hands rest on his chest as they both drifted off to sleep.


The End




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