SHOWER
Written by: Gersemi
Summary: Buffy's taking a shower in the dorm and gets some unexpected company. (rings a
bell?). Set in season 4, after WTWTA.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Dedication: To Sönje who'll beta-read this for me, and to Marie who always keeps
her faith in me. Send that bastard to hell, sweetheart, let Buffy be your
example! You deserve better than him! Luv ya both!
Feedback: gersemi@ya-horror.com
Buffy returned from her last meeting with Riley late. It had been a serious
talk about the things that had happened in the frat house. She still was sore
from that.
She shook her head and went into her dorm room to find
Willow's bed empty as so often lately. She smiled. Will and Tara really spent
much time together. She was glad her best friend had found somebody, as she
herself was always so busy with Riley.
She groaned. Her groin ached with
every step she made. Sighing, she took her toilet articles and went into the
shower room. It was empty. No surprise, it was about 3 am. She sighed again and
turned on the water, then started to strip.
***********
He stood
behind the curtain of another shower, watching her as she stripped off her
clothes. His eyes were first fixed on her face, her sea-green eyes, her perfect
pouting mouth, her sweet skin, her golden hair. He had to suppress a moan. How
badly he wanted her.
She now took off her shoes and socks and the pat pat
of her feet on the stone floor reminded him of his former mate, how she had
danced through their lair, singing faintly to herself.
Sighing slightly,
he concentrated on Buffy. She was now taking off her shirt, soon followed by her
bra. He bit his lower lip. How perfect her breasts were, full and firm. How they
would feel under his hands, his lips.
She soon stepped out of her pants
and panties and stood there for a second in all her naked glory. His eyes nearly
came out of their caves. She was perfection.
*********
There was
something wrong there, she could sense it, though not define it. It gave her the
wiggins, though.
Shrugging her shoulders, she stepped into the hot shower
and let the water run over her.
**********
He gasped, and,
luckily, the sound was swallowed by the descending water. He watched how it
caressed her every curve, just like he intended to do later, with his hands,
tongue and other parts of his body.
A stream of water descended between
her thighs and he groaned as a few drops remained in the thick curls between her
legs.
*********
The feeling of something going on intensified but
still Buffy had no clue what it was.
She sighed as the hot water flowed
between her legs, hissed, as it touched her aching center. She felt how her
hands moved to her breasts on their own accord and she smiled. A few hours of
mind-blowing sex with Riley, a cunt so sore she could hardly sit and she was
already starting to masturbate again.
*********
Had he been
capable of breathing he would've asphyxiated from the sight he got. One of
Buffy's hands descended between her thighs, stroking the most intimate part of
her, the small pearl of flesh that brought her the most pleasure.
He
watched how she stroked herself, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and
pressure. His hands balled into tight fists as he forced himself to patience. It
wouldn't be long. When she reached her peak.
********
It didn't
take her long. Knowledge and the remaining heat from her night with Riley made
it easy for her to come. Her breathy cries were the first sign of her upcoming
orgasm.
**********
He inhaled sharply as she started to moan.
'Remember why you're here, goddamn it.'
Grinning, he started to
chant.
"Sue nom umbi, in fortare extore meonare. Extante nominae teane
morikum extoranem. Disim."
**********
Buffy stopped mid-orgasm.
Suddenly, her whole world had become black. She was blind.
'A spell! It
must be a spell! Ethan Rayne? No, he's imprisoned. then who? And
why?'
********
Grinning like a madman, he watched her how she
turned in the shower, desperately trying to get a hint of what was going on. He
let his coat slide to the floor, followed by shirt, boots and pants.
He
smiled as she sensed him.
*********
Her Slayer senses went on red
alert. A vampire. Close. Too close. Same building. Same room.
Just when
she had located him she felt a cold, marble hand on her
butt.
"Hey!"
She spun around, too fast, and lost her balance. She
landed on her back with a thud.
**********
His lips curved upwards
in a smile as he looked down at her, lying sprawled on the floor at his feet.
She looked so vulnerable, all her Slayer power gone.
He knelt next to
her, cupping her face with one hand.
"Don't be afraid, little Slayer, I
won't hurt you," he said, his voice changed by majick. He bent down, licking
over the line of her jaw. She shivered. "Unless you ask me to do so."
He
smiled at her sharp intake of breath. She felt wonderful beneath him, hot,
living, breathing. He sighed in delight. Pure
heaven.
**********
Buffy soon realized that there was no way out.
She felt his cold, hard body over her, his erection pressing against her
thigh.
"What do you want?"
"Guess."
She groaned as she felt
his cold tongue slide over her lips, his mouth locking to hers. She didn't
respond at first, but then his tongue begged entry and she allowed it. They
fought a silent battle for dominance until she felt his fingers move from her
hand down between her thighs. She freed her mouth from
his.
"Stop."
It seemed he hesitated a second, but then his hand
continued her way.
**********
He had been right, she was heaven.
Her mouth tasted like honey, her skin was like silk though he could feel the
play of muscles beneath his hands. He sighed in appreciation.
Finally, he
let his hand slide between her thighs.
"Stop."
Her voice
quivered.
He smiled. Too bad she'd never know it was he who would make
her shatter and scream in bliss as he plunged into her.
His hand slipped
between her legs and found her center, hot and wet. He smiled against her neck
and let his tongue slip out and caress her shoulder as he drove on finger into
her tight passage.
**********
She gasped at the feel of his cold
finger inside her.
'Wrong, wrong, wrong!! But. oh. so good.'
He
held still, and as she didn't try to push him away, he started to move, in and
out, his pace slow and gentle.
She sighed, leaning back, closing her
eyes. Not that it mattered. She was as blind as a
mole.
**********
He watched her as she relaxed visibly, smiling
contently. A wicked smile appeared on his face.
'Not yet, Slayer. Not
yet.'
Suddenly, he inserted two more fingers, stretching her. She gasped
for air, clenching a bit around his fingers, showing that her Slayer strength
wasn't gone completely. He smiled and placed a kiss on her mouth before moving
down to her breasts, sucking one of the hard nubs into his
mouth.
**********
Buffy couldn't believe she was turned on by
this. She, the Slayer, lay back and let herself be ravished by a
vampire!
'Slutty much?'
And yet, he made her feel like no one else
ever had. It seemed he knew all the secret places none of her other lovers had
known, knew just where to touch her to reduce her to a writhing, screaming heap
of flesh.
Now he sucked at her tits, his tongue so talented, his fingers
inside her skilled. He had to be old. Or just very, very, very
experienced.
*************
He knew she enjoyed this. Though she
still tried to fight him, he knew he'd won. His battle. His rules. His
triumph.
He craned his fingers upwards inside her, stroking the small
spot inside her he knew would make her groan in delight. And he was right. She
was soon moaning and babbling incoherent, making the pleasure she took from this
known.
He paid special attention to her breasts, sucking, nibbling,
biting, knowing she would soon beg him to stop and to go on
forever.
**********
Oh, it felt so good, so incredibly good. She
hadn't known a man could create such feelings in a woman.
'He is no man.
He is a demon.'
'Shut up.'
She gave herself over to the pleasure
he offered her, drowning in it.
************
She started to clench
around his fingers and he speed up, thrusting into her harder, deeper. His prick
was so hard it hurt but he tried to ignore it. He had to make this perfect for
her.
He left her breasts as he felt her coming closer, and she whimpered
at her loss, but the whimper was replaced by a loud moan as he sucked the little
pearl of flesh between her thighs into his mouth.
"Oh.. God.."
He
sucked harder, speeding up his stroking motion until he felt her convulse around
him, heard her cries.
**********
She exploded as he sucked her
clit, bucking and screaming. Little silver points appeared before her eyes and
she feared she'd loose consciousness. But she stayed in the real
world.
Spent, she flung her arms, that had pressed his mouth down onto
her, over her stomach and sighed.
"That was intense."
"And I
haven't even started yet."
She could hear the smile in his voice and then
felt the thick, throbbing tip of his shaft at her cunt.
"No, wait,
I."
**********
He silenced her by plunging into her as deep as her
hot depths would allow. She was as tight as he had imagined, and also as hot.
With his former mate it had been hard and fast, but there had been no heat. Only
marble perfection.
With Buffy, there was nothing of that. She was liquid
heat underneath him, her flushed cheeks, opened mouth, ragged breathing the
signs of her being a living being, not an undead creature made for
eternity.
He pushed those thoughts aside and moved out of her again, till
only the tip of him remained inside her, then plunged in again. She moaned with
each movement, welcoming him in her tight sheath, pulling him in even deeper. He
groaned at the sensation.
**********
This was even better than
being fucked by his fingers. His hard coldness inside her felt wonderful, though
so full of sad memories.
'None of that now.'
She pulled her knees
up and the new angle allowed him even more access to her and he made good use of
it. She groaned.
"Oh, yes. please, harder."
She didn't realize she
was begging, it came out so naturally. And he seemed only too happy to oblige.
He pounded into her with new energy and she felt herself reach a sudden climax,
clenching around him and clinging to him to anchor
herself.
***********
He smiled as her second orgasm ripped through
her and sped up even more. He didn't care now that she was human, she was the
Slayer, she could take everything he had to give.
So he pounded into her
furiously, releasing every control of the animal he was. Though, he forced his
demon down. No use of that.
She hadn't come down fully when she reached a
third orgasm and he allowed himself to let loose now, too. He spilled his cold
seed into her depths and collapsed on top of her.
**********
Buffy
smiled contently against his neck. He crushed her, but she didn't care. Right
now, there was no other place she'd loved to be more.
She didn't object
though, when he got up and dressed. She rolled onto her side and
smiled.
"Sleep well, sweet Slayer. Though better not here."
She
was drowsy and felt how he picked her up and carried her into another room. Then
there was only warm comfort and she let herself drift to
sleep.
************
Spike watched her sleep, peace finally visible
on her face. He smiled. Too bad she'd never know it was him.
Still
grinning, he left the dorm and lighted a cigarette.
"We'll do this again,
Slayer, we'll do this again."
With that, he disappeared in the
darkness.
The End
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