RULES
Written by: Drucilla
Summary: Pre-Wrecked. Spike wants Buffy to play by his rules.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Author's Notes:This is a more realistic look on what I think is going to happen in future episodes
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Her pulse pounded under her hot skin as she walked briskly through the
cemetery. She could see the gray marble structure just ahead. As she got
closer her heart beat faster. She started to run, through the rows of dark
gray headstone. When she reached her destination, she stopped and stared
at the huge stone mass in front of her, chest heaving from lack of air.
She lifted her leg and kicked with all the strength her small body had in
it. The stone door landed on the tomb floor with a loud..
Spike sat in his crypt alone, just thinking. Thinking about her, the
slayer. Of course he was thinking about her. He hadn't thought about
anything or anyone else since that night. That night when everything he
had ever seen, heard or said in the past 120 years came down to one moment.
His life, or unlife, up to that point was just practice. 'And what was it
to her? It was bloody convenient. The Big Bad is nobody's bitch.' The
next time she comes around here looking for a piece, which he knew with out
a doubt she would, things are going to be a little bit different. 'I got
what she wants, and if she thinks she's just going to walk in here and take
it then she's in for the shock of her li. BANG!
As soon as the dust cleared, she walked into the musty crypt. She made her
way slowly but determined towards the demon in front of her. She stopped
when she could feel his hard body against hers. She took a moment to look
into his face to see if she could read his emotions, but all she saw was
the usual cocky grin.
"Hello Spike."
"Hello Slayer. How you been?"
"Peachy" she said as she ruffley pushed him against the stone wall.
"You?"
"Not bad" He said before picker her up, pinning down her arms, and throwing
her across the room.
She landed with a loud thud and then pushed herself up into sitting
position.
"I didn't come here to fight with you Spike."
"Could have fooled me."
He was standing right above her, giving her a view of his chiseled chest
through his black shirt
"You didn't let me finish."
She pulled herself up off the ground and stood face to face with him. She
slipped her hands under his jacket. Her face moved closer and closer to
his. He could feel her warm breath on his skin. Before he could regain
control she was kissing him, deep and passionately. Before he started to
respond he stopped himself. He quickly pushed her away.
"Not this time Slayer. No, you're playing by my rules now."
"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" She said more than just a
little agitated from being denied.
"Just what it sounds like. I've got what you need and if you don't play by
the rules then your not getting it."
"Fine Spike"
She backed away from him just a little. She took off her tight black wrap
shirt, never breaking eye contact.
"Your rules."
To hell with the rules. His control flew out the window the second she
walked in the door. He knew it and so did she.
In two strides he was right in front of her. He wrapped his arm around her
small waist and pulled her against him. He kissed her hard and began to
tear off her clothes, never breaking the kiss. He stopped only to look at
her standing in front of him in only her black lace bra and knickers.
Before he could finish undressing her, she started on him. First, pushing
his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. Then she put her small
hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Stopping her there he picked her up and carries her down to his bedroom.
He dropped he on the bed and picked up where he left off. He reached
behind her back and unclasped her bra, and let it slide off her arms.
Pressing his bare chest against hers he kissed he again, moving down to the
nape of her neck. He could feel the warm blood flowing just under the
skin. He moved slowly down farther until he reached her white milky
breasts. Taking one into his mouth he nipped and suckled only stopping to
start on the other. She gasped and gave a soft moan, holding his head too
her. He started to trail kisses farther and farther down. He reached her
inner thigh and sucked and kissed all the way up until he reached her black
panties. He grabbed them with is teeth and dragged them all the way down
her long white legs. He took hold of her knees and spread her legs. He
could smell her. She was so wet. He again, trailed kisses up her thigh
until he reached the place she ached to be touched. He dipped his head in,
licking her outer lips. She moaned and grabbed his hair holding him where
he was. He dipped his tong inside her, meriting another moan. He started
slow making circles around he clit. She pushed his head closer to her,
letting him know that she needed more. He licked and sucked on her clit,
fastening the pace. She moaned and writhed begging him to keep going.
"Spike.aaaahhh.Spike.yes.don't stop." He knew she would climax soon.
Every second she got closer and closer to the edge. Until finally, after
what seemed like forever, she exploded into his mouth, letting out a
scream. She lay on his bed panting wildly, waiting to see what would come
next. By that time he had a raging hard on. He finished undressing
himself starting with his boots, then his pants and his boxers. He crawled
onto the bed, straddling the slayer.
"You ready pet?" He said more of a
statement then a question. She answered by wrapping her legs around his
waist. He positioned himself against her opening and slipped his cock in.
"Ohhh. Buffy" he moaned urgently. He began to rock slowly, building up a
steady rhythm. She moaned and shook under him. Tightening her legs around
him, pushing him in to the hilt. He began to go faster and faster until
both of them were moaning and panting each other's names. "You know. I
wasn't lying when I said I'd bite you.
"Oh. yeah. bite me. please!"
They
could both feel them selves on the edge. They just needed the little push,
and then. he bit. "SPIKE!" She came with Spike not far behind, lapping up
the crimson liquid that flowed from her neck. Spikes muscles gave out and
he landed on the slayer, both panting and out of breath. They lay there
like that for a while until she gently pushed him off. She got off the bed
gathered her clothes and started to dress. "Where are you going?" he asked
her giving her a glare.
"Home. It's late. Dawn's waiting up." She
finished dressing and made her way back up to the cemetery. "Bye Spike."
"THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES!" she heard echoing through the tomb as she left,
with a triumphant smile on her lips.
The End
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