The Slayer was good and drunk. Her admission to Spike that it hurt to see him with someone else had been the biggest understatement of her life. She half wished she hadn't convinced him to stay when he said that he'd leave, but she had made her bed and she would have to lie in it. That thought took her to a dangerous place so she went searching for the wine.

Her emotions had been considerably muddled even before the copious amounts of wine and champagne she had consumed. She was so happy for Anya and Xander that she could burst, yet every time she caught sight of Spike it felt like someone had ripped her heart out and was stomping it into the ground. It being a wedding and all she'd wanted to hang on to the happy feelings so she continued to studiously
apply herself to getting as drunk as possible.

By seven in the evening she was buzzing around her friends, decidedly merry and entirely oblivious to the pair of blue eyes hazily watching her from across the room. Spike's date had long since departed, entirely pissed at the vamps inattention and seeming obsession with watching the small blonde in the radioactive
bridesmaid dress. After the girl had left Spike had begun knocking back the whiskey like there was no tomorrow. He was slumped in his chair now, a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the table before him
as he watched the `happy' Buffy that he rarely got to see. Spike was conflicted too; she did `glow' but a selfish part of him hated seeing her happy at all without him. `Of course' he snorted to himself taking a swig of his drink `mostly the glow is cos of all the bloody wine she's been drinking. Silly little bint. Didn't she learn anything from the night I took her to kitten poker?'

Eventually it was time to wave Anya and Xander off. Buffy swayed slightly as she waved, a bright smile lighting up her face. When they'd gone everyone made their way back inside leaving just Buffy, Willow and Tara at the roadside all with soppy grins on their faces. Willow and Tara seemed to be getting on remarkably well and practically skipped back into the building, both oblivious to the extent of Buffy's intoxication. Dawn was off already canoodling with the horned teenage demon she'd met earlier. Buffy's smile faded by degrees as she turned to make her way up the three or four steps up to the path to the building.

Sure enough in true `drunken bum' style she caught her foot in the hem of her hideous dress and fell incredibly gracelessly, face-first up the steps.

"Oh…….bugger!" she slurred as she attempted to push herself up, her arms slipping out from under her and refusing to take her weight.

She managed to prop herself up on her elbows and look up at the figure standing over her when she heard a chuckle.

"Glad to hear I had some impact on your life luv." Spike was slurring a little less than Buffy.

"Wha….wha….whaddyamean?" she managed eventually. She tried to get up again but her feet got hopelessly tangled in the dress "stupid dress" she muttered to Spike's amusement.

"Last I knew schlayer `bugger' wasn't a common exp….exp….curse word hereabouts." Maybe Spike wasn't as sober as he'd thought; he was still way ahead of Buffy on the sober front though.

"Well, atch'lly….for your infromat'n mister. I learned that from (hiccup) Giles" Buffy was very proud that she'd managed a whole sentence.

"Ssssure ya did Slayer." he slurred offering her a hand to pull herself up on.

Buffy did her best to give his hand a withering look "I can do it myself" she stated, her actions contradicting her statement in the most annoying way. She wasn't angry at Spike or anything but she was
under the mistaken drunken belief that she didn't need any help.

Spike shrugged and took a seat on a low wall that ran up the side of the steps and continued alongside the path to the building. He lit a cigarette and watched with growing amusement as Buffy attempted to
get to her feet. By the time he had finished his cigarette Buffy had given up. After her first few unsuccessful attempts Spike's laughter had made her decide to just stay put until he finished smoking and
went inside.

Stamping out his cigarette Spike moved over to her and held out his hand again.

"Go away Schpike" she said pouting slightly (which Spike found adorable) "told you…can do it m'sself. Jus' don' need an audience." Propping herself up on one elbow she attempted to bat his hand away and of course missed entirely, sending herself sprawling forward.

Spike tutted at her and finally lost patience. Leaning down he grabbed her under the arms and hauled her to her feet.

"Eeep" Buffy squealed at the unexpected motion. Once she was standing she started to protest again "Spike! I told….." was as far as she got before he cut her off.

"Slayer! You are plastered." he carefully enunciated every word to hide his own inebriation (which he now realised was practical sobriety next to the state she was in).

"m'not!" she huffed sullenly.

"Oh yeah?" Spike challenged raising an eyebrow. Ever since he had stood her up he'd been steadying her with his arms under her forearms, his hands gripping her elbows. At her denial he let go of her entirely and watched as she managed to actually stop herself falling backwards. She wasn't so lucky when her centre of gravity overcompensated and she tipped forward. The dress was twisted round her legs, preventing her from taking a step forward and she helplessly flailed her arms as she fell towards Spike. Her fingers
latched round his belt and she clung on tight, lifting her head she found that she was face-to-….well, crotch with his cock.

"Ooh," she laughed drunkenly "haven' been thisclose to lil' Spikeykins for a while."

"Right!" Spike said. Grabbing her arms again he pulled her over to sit on the low wall he'd recently vacated. Once she was seated he worked on untwisting the dress from round her ankles so that she could walk. He was just about to launch into a speech about how she really couldn't handle her drink, and did she want to be ill like last time? when they were jumped by an opportunistic vampire. Both being more than a little the worse for wear it actually took them a moment to get into gear. After five minutes and a fight so ludicrous it defied description they eventually managed to get a stake into his heart. Neither was sure which one of them had actually struck the fatal blow but the vamp was actually grateful to be dusted to escape the agony of the numerous `stake-holes' now covering his body.

Spike turned to Buffy with a huge grin on his face just in time to see her breathe in a lungful of vampire dust. Her face turned almost as green as her dress and she quickly ducked behind some convenient
bushes. Spike's grin widened as he heard her begin to be violently ill.

"Y'know Slayer," he smiled "someone as little as you are shouldn't drink s'much. And you definitely shouldn't jump around like you just did when you have."

"Shuddup Spike." Buffy managed between retches, making Spike chuckle again.

She eventually emerged looking extremely flushed, partly from embarrassment, partly from the `violently ill' part. She was, however a lot steadier on her feet, although still unquestionably drunk. She felt a lot better too, the world was no longer spinning quite so energetically.

"Euuurrgh!" she exclaimed "I need to go home, get out of this dress, and brush my teeth. My mouth tastes disgusting."

"Attractive luv!" Spike responded sarcastically.

"And again I say shuddup Spike."

"Well, I better come with you schlayer" Spike asserted "cos, you're still teetering about a bit and I don't think you'd make it if matey there has any pals hanging about."

Buffy thought about arguing but quickly decided she couldn't be bothered. "Okay," she reluctantly agreed "but only cos I'm going to go patrolling when I'm less icky-mouthed and you might come in handy."

"Always handy for you luv" Spike replied.

Buffy looked at him carefully trying to decide if his words were a sexy double entendre, a dig about her calling him convenient once upon a time, or merely an agreement that he'd always be ready to help with the slaying. `Oh who cares what he meant,' Buffy thought `let him say what he wants. I'm in perfect control of myself. He won't get to me with his sexy talk, not like I'm going to be thinking about his arousingly piercing eyes, his washboard abs or his………..damnit, get a grip Buffy!'

In an effort to jump off her current train of thought she began striding purposefully towards her house. Spike fell into step beside her and stayed mercifully quiet until Buffy made a wrong turn. She was having a great deal of trouble stopping herself thinking sexy thoughts about Spike and what with the alcohol and her mind wandering so much she'd unconsciously started walking towards the nearest cemetery. She was stopped by Spike catching her arm and even through her haze she felt the electricity that always shot through her at his touch.

"Wrong way luv." Spike said

"Ooops," she replied "guess the `violently-ill didn't sober me up as much as I thought. Good thing I got my own little vamp navigator to show me the way to…..oh!" she grinned as she remembered something from her childhood. Linking her arm with Spike's she began to walk towards her house again, as they walked she began to sing.

"Show me the way to go home,
 I'm tired and I wanna go to bed
 `had a little drink about an hour ago
 and it's gone right to my head"

She giggled as Spike continued

"Wherever you may roam
On land, or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home."

"You know that song too?" she asked

"Well obviously Slayer. Very popular when I was mortal that was. I'm surprised you do though."

"My Grandpops taught it me." Buffy smiled back at him.

"So," Spike now had that annoying but damned arousing smirk on his face "I've shown you the way to go home. Let's talk about the going to bed part. I'm sure I could make the tiredness go away."

"Ewwww Spike!" Buffy's words belied the heat gathering at her core at his words. "That was a lovely childhood memory of Pops you just destroyed there! And……well, we don't do that any more so shuddup!" She pulled her arm from his and swatted at his shoulder, not making much contact though due to her inebriation.

Spike put his hands in the air, laughing "Ok I'm sorry Slayer. Sorry for tainting the memory, but you have to admit you're more than a little interested in the rest."

"Am not!" she denied again "So be quiet. Now!"

They got the rest of the way home without Spike saying anything, lewd, crude or let's face it enticing. They didn't see a single vampire all the way there. Once inside Buffy left Spike in the kitchen with instructions to make coffee and went upstairs to clean her teeth and splash copious amounts of cold water on her face. When she'd done this and changed into sweats `Nothing remotely sexy' she'd told herself `he doesn't need any encouragement to tease me, which leads to the tempting which leads to…nope definitely functional sweats top and bottoms for me.'  On returning to the kitchen she was surprised to find that Spike had almost done as he was told. There was a steaming mug of coffee on the island for her. He however, was swigging whiskey straight from the bottle that he'd pilfered from the wedding.

Grinning to herself that Spike had, to a degree, managed to straight-forwardly carry out her request she reached for the cup. Her grin changed to a half-frown of consternation when she looked at the coffee.

"Spike, there's only half a cup here." She pointed out.

`Actually only a quarter of the cup is coffee' Spike thought to himself with an inner giggle. "Just drink it Slayer." He groused.

Buffy took a mouthful and immediately after she swallowed it her face screwed up, her tongue protruded and "Bleurgh," she shuddered "Spike! You put whiskey in this didn't you?"

Spike couldn't help the mischievous grin. "Well, you wasted perfectly good wine by vomiting it up, and again, I say `attractive' luv. I however am still a bit squiffy and I don't fancy being drunk alone, so I made you an Irish coffee."

"Spike! It tastes like you put a whole bottle in here."

"Oh, hush Slayer. Just drink up. I have plans for you and somehow I think it'll go better if you're drunk."

Buffy eyed him suspiciously. "When you say plans…….?" The whiskey was already giving her a warm feeling as it slid down her throat and she could feel the light-headedness increasing. God but he looked sexy lounging against the counter, even if he was swaying a little (and she was sure he was, it wasn't just HER drunkenness). She had a glint in her eye now and a saucy look was overtaking her facial features as the whiskey reacted with the other alcohol already in her system.

Spike composed his face into a shocked _expression at her flirtatious look and tone of questioning. "Well, Schlayer," he said taking a swig from the bottle "I do believe you're giving me bedroom eyes over there. And hear I just wanted a little dance with you. What with you saying it was over and all I figured a little liquid encouragement would put you in a charitable mood. Way you're looking at me right now though, maybe I shouldn't have wasted whiskey on you, you're obviously up for it anyway…..."

While he was talking Buffy downed the rest of the coffee and he stopped talking entirely when she moved closer. Her eyes were half-lidded as she moved in front of him so that their bodies were almost touching. Parting her lips slightly she lifted up on her tiptoes to bring her mouth to his. Just as Spike leaned down to her she grabbed the bottle of whiskey from his hand and danced backwards before he could grab her or the bottle. Moving quickly, though not necessarily steadily, she put the island between them. They both moved sideways round the island, Spike with a thunderous countenance and Buffy grinning tauntingly at him.

"You devious little………" Spike began. He was stopped short when Buffy reached the sink. She took a swig herself, straight from the bottle followed by the requisite "Bleurgh."  before holding it over the sink at an angle just short of spilling. "Don't you dare!" he threatened.

Buffy just grinned some more and tipped the bottle a little further. "Don't come any closer vampire," she giggled "or the
whiskey gets it!"

"You pour my drink out and you'll bloody get it." Spike returned.

"Promises, promises." Buffy replied, waggling her eyebrows at him as she took another gulp. The cheeky eyebrow waggle was kind of ruined by the inevitable "Bleurgh." which gave Spike a moment to pounce
when she closed her eyes. Buffy had anticipated this – drunk she might be but she was still the Slayer, she knew her enemies. Holding the bottle behind her back but still over the sink which Spike now had her backed up against, she reached on to the drainer with her other hand. Spike stopped trying to retrieve the bottle from behind her when he realized she had picked something up.

In the instant that Spike froze trying to assess what her weapon might be Buffy slid out from between him and the sink. Before he'd processed that move she whacked him hard on the butt with the plastic spatula she'd picked up. She'd actually been going for the metal one that she'd snatched up the morning she became invisible, when he'd been extolling the virtues of her hair. Never mind, this one made a nice thwacking sound when she hit his butt, which she did again quickly before Spike turned round.

"Hey!" he shouted lunging at her as she ran back around the island again laughing and waving the spatula in the air.

"Got you!" she crowed.

"You are a bloody tease." Spike yelled. Had he been sober he would no doubt have launched into a speech about how he knew she hadn't meant it when she said it was over. How she didn't know what she wanted and even though she hadn't actually kissed him just now it was clear that she was asking for it. As it was, all he was concerned with was getting his hands on her and his whiskey. "C'mere" he growled, sending a shiver straight down Buffy's spine as they both circled the island.

"Not gonna happen bleach-boy." She laughed, dodging round to the other side again as he attempted another lunge. She bravely made a quick dart forward and whacked the spatula down on his hand, which he had put on the counter top to steady himself.

"You bloody little witch! C'mere now!"

Buffy now had her back to the dining room door, and sticking her tongue out she skipped backwards into the other room, before turning and running. She knew Spike would be hot on her heels and briefly thought about running to the other side of the dining room table to put another obstacle between them. She decided against it and ran on round the corner, through the hall and into the living room. Spike was right behind her and made a lunge for the giggling blonde just as she veered round the back of the sofa. Spike couldn't check his momentum in time and ended up sprawled along the full length of the sofa.

Buffy moved quickly, she ran round the sofa and amazed herself by managing to put the whiskey on the coffee table without spilling it. Leaning over, she grabbed Spike's hands and pinned them to the small of his back. She then proceeded to whack him, pretty much all over with her deadly weapon.

"Ha! Got you now Spikey boy," she laughed "how's it feel to be whipped by the slayer?"

"I'll show you soddin' whipped when I get up Slayer" Spike threatened.

"Yeah, you and what army?" Buffy laughed some more before pausing in her enthusiastic thwacking of the back of Spike's legs to reach for the bottle of whiskey. She'd gotten quite the taste for it now and she was sure her shuddering was becoming less vehement. That was her big mistake. While she was having one of those `less vehement' shudders, Spike exploited the weakness again, freeing himself easily from her grasp as her body was twisted to the coffee table.

Buffy squealed when she realised he'd got free and tried to run. Spike was quicker though, grabbing her round the waist he threw her down on the couch. One of her hands was trapped beneath their combined weight and the other, the one holding the spatula was quickly grabbed by Spike. Buffy struggled and ended up half on – half off the sofa. Spike was concentrating on wresting the kitchen implement from her grasp.

"I got ya now Slayer," he said "give me the spatula."

"Noooo!" Buffy shrieked giggling in spite of herself. Then "Ow!! Spike that hurts."

He was twisting her wrist to the point of pain to make her drop it, which she did. She made a last ditch attempt to get away as he reached for the fallen utensil. She had scrambled along the seats of the sofa and was just launching herself over the end when Spike grabbed her ankle and pulled her half back onto the sofa. She came to rest face down with her upper torso hanging over the arm of the seat. Spike sat on her ankles to prevent her legs kicking out and what with the position she was in and her drunkenness she had absolutely no leverage to get back up.

"Ha! I really got you now Slayer" Spike laughed as he shifted his grip on the spatula to give him maximum control. Buffy continued her fruitless struggle until he suddenly brought the kitchen utensil down on her ass with a thwack.

"Ow!" she complained "I didn't hit you that hard!"

"Well I hadn't provoked you" Spike returned his voice tinged with amusement "That, is for stealing my whiskey. And this," he swatted her ass again "is for making out you were going to kiss me so you could steal it."

Buffy was struggling more but Spike was immovable and she had no way of raising her upper body; too much of it was hanging over the arm of the sofa. He continued to swat her ass giving her a reason for
each one.

"For running away, for walloping me with this thing, for threatening to tip my drink away, for getting so drunk in the first place," and finally "just cos you're a brat!"

"I'm so going to kick your ass for this!" Buffy said prompting another swat. "You are sooooo dead!" she said not able to keep the laughter out of her voice. Neither of them had really hurt the other and the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions about feeling all morose and guilty because she was enjoying a little physical action with the hot-as-hell vampire. When they'd been `together' they'd had lighter moments, she wasn't all conflicted and guilty all the time (especially in the throes of passion) but they'd rarely if ever just been silly like this.

"Did I just hear you laughing at me Slayer?" Spike said in a mock shocked voice. "You think you're funny do you?" he continued playfully. "Well you're not, you little wench and you're in no position to threaten me." Leaning next to her ear, his tone still playful he said "Maybe if I pull your pants down and tan your arse you won't think you're so amusing." Buffy's giggle became a gurgle as his words sent a rush of lust to her intimate areas.

Without any further ado Spike proceeded to do just that. Buffy didn't make it easy for him, although she was back to giggling now, she twisted and turned as much as she could manage to make his task harder. "No Spike!" she giggled "I'll be good. I will, I'll….." she dissolved into a fit of the giggles as she thwarted a sharp tug on her bottoms "I'll stop laughing." Then she was laughing again, the good mood entirely taking her over, she decided just to go with it, go with whatever happened.

"You didn't even manage to say that without laughing!" Spike pointed out "No, definitely think we need these off." As he said `off' he gave an almighty tug at the waist band of the sweat pants and pulled them down to her mid-thighs. "Bloody hell Slayer!" he exclaimed as he saw, to his immense satisfaction that Buffy was not wearing any underwear whatsoever under the sweat pants. Buffy kept giggling, and although Spike was still amused by her antics lust was fast becoming his primary operating function.

Buffy's laughter stopped abruptly when he yanked her thighs apart and plunged his tongue into her moist entrance. Moist was an understatement actually, they'd played plenty of kinky games before and Buffy's body had reacted instantly both to her pinning Spike down and smacking him and the reversal.

"Oooooh!" she sighed as Spike's hand moved down to her clit, his tongue now thrusting in and out of her.

"Jesus Slayer, you're creaming good and proper here!" he said pulling his head back, his hand still working at the most sensitive place on the outside of her body.

"Oh god Spike. Fuck me!" Buffy really wasn't laughing anymore.

"Er, Buffy are you sure?" Spike could see the recriminations about him `taking advantage' going on for a long time once she sobered up. "Are you sure that's what you want, cos you're not exactly yourself just now, been ill and all, in a bit of a state…."

"Spike, I'm drunk." She stated  "Not an idiot. Now get your dick inside of me and fuck me hard!"

Spike wasn't going to argue any more, besides even if he was `lil spikeykins' sure as hell wasn't going to be denied. He thrust into her as hard as he dared without hurting her and Buffy moaned loudly at the feeling of being so full again. Why the hell had she denied herself this? Spike moaned himself as her heat grabbed at his cock, gripping so tightly he wasn't sure he'd be able to pull it back out.

He slowly withdrew, wanting to savour the moment. Buffy had other ideas.

"Hey, I'm not laughing anymore Spike," she said in a deadly tone "fuck me fast and hard now! I don't want `takes it slow and easy' vamp I want `fuck me `til my teeth rattle and I see stars' vamp."

Spike was only too happy to oblige and began to thrust exactly as she'd asked. The giggling was well and truly over now. All that could be heard in the Summers' living room were grunts and gasps from both blondes as Spike pounded into her. Buffy was clawing at the side of the sofa as she mewled and did her best to thrust back against him. Spike was kneading her raised ass, his balls slapping loudly against the back of her thighs. Her breasts were squashed up between their combined weights and the outside edge of the arm of the sofa. The frantic movement of their bodies was causing the underside of her boobs to rub almost painfully against the rough material. She whimpered at the brief realisation that she would almost definitely have friction burns if they kept this up.

It was as if Spike read her mind. His hands slid from her ass, one up her back to tangle in her hair, the other round her waist. He pulled her up mostly by the waist but also by tugging her hair to just the right side of pain. When her back was flush against his chest one hand went to her clit again. He accomplished this without breaking the rhythm of his pistoning hips for a second. He drew another whimper from her as both hands moved to her breasts. She wasn't sure if she was whimpering from the loss of contact on her nub or from the sensuous caresses now being bestowed on her chest. Hell, even if she'd been sober she didn't think she'd have known. Spike stroked her breasts with his palms before taking each nipple between the thumb and middle finger of each hand, rolling them back and forth.

"These're almost as hard for me as I am for you." He grunted in her ear as he continued to slam up into her. He grinned as she squealed and thrust herself down even more forcefully on him when he pinched
each nipple in turn.

Her own hand travelled down to her pleasure centre as their combined panting grew louder. Spike began to tug quickly on each nipple as his thrusts sped up. They were both moaning loudly and he could feel his orgasm about to explode through him. He used his weight to push them forward and Buffy braced herself on one arm. Spike leaned forward and nuzzled her hair, now damp with sweat, away from the back of her neck. He didn't change to vamp face but he bit down on her neck with blunt teeth and pulled hard on both nipples as he felt her inner muscles begin to milk him. Buffy was already screaming out her release when he bit down and although he didn't break the skin the dual sensation on her neck and breasts prolonged her pleasure so that she was still grunting and groaning out her climax when Spike's jerking thrusts spilled the last of his load into her.

They both collapsed forward over the arm of the sofa, one thought echoing in both their minds. `Too long!........Can't ever go that long without this again!'

Spike pulled Buffy back up so that her back and his chest were touching again, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and squeezing. Buffy sighed contentedly and turned her head to kiss him. The angle was awkward and after the energetic shafting which had just occurred she found she had to break the kiss sooner than she would have liked. She was feeling very dizzy again from all the bumping and grinding. Spike wasn't happy with the breakage of the kiss.

"Kiss me woman!" he demanded.

Buffy giggled at him "Hey bucko. Victoria shuffled off the throne and on to a better place quite a while ago. Men can't go around demanding like that these days. You sir, are a mis…..miso……"

"Misogynist?" Spike offered.

"Pig!" Buffy finished, snuggling back against him as he laughed outright at her silliness.

"But you love it Slayer, and you know you do. So get your lips back around here and kiss your Victorian-relic of a vampire."

She turned her head again but instead of kissing him she leaned back a little and nibbled along his jaw line to his right ear. She sucked the lobe between her teeth and worried at it as her hand came up to
caress his other cheek. Spike growled, the rumbling in his chest vibrating pleasantly against her back. Again the position was too uncomfortable to hold for long and Buffy faced forward again. Spike was still embedded in her and was growing harder again by the second.

"I said kiss me!" he complained nudging at her bottom with his hips causing her to laugh out loud at the jolting.

"Maybe I need some incentive." She teased.

"Slayer, can you feel how hard I am again? I should think that would be incentive enough luv. 'Cos I'm not gonna do anything with it if you don't do as I tell you."

"Oh, you mean it's actually in me?" Buffy couldn't resist teasing a little more. "I wasn't sure to be honest."

"Slayer," Spike growled warningly "That's not the sort of thing you should tease a man about."

He moved his hands to grab her hips, intent on making damn sure she felt him inside her. Buffy's concentration however was not holding up under the alcohol and she'd been distracted when her eyes fell on the whiskey still sitting on the coffee table. Twisting them both round she pulled herself free of him; his dick sliding out of her with a slurping sound that, had she been sober, would no doubt have made her wrinkle her nose and blush profusely. As it was it just made her laugh.

"Hey!" Spike protested "Come back. I'm not done with you!" He reached down as he finished speaking to rub at his cock, slick with their combined juices.

Buffy purposefully bent over directly in front of him to retrieve the whiskey; giving him a full on view of her glistening pussy and `his & hers' cum covered inner thighs. Spike's cock jumped at the sight and he was just about to grab her when her actions changed his mind. She moved the bottle further over on the table then, in a decidedly ungraceful fashion clambered on top of the table on her hands and knees. He watched raptly, growing increasingly intrigued by her odd and frankly alluring behaviour.

Buffy looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at him. Spike couldn't resist. As soon as her head turned back he reached out and lightly slapped each lovely globe of her ass.

"Now, now, Spikey we're going to play a little game but not if you don't behave!" she turned her head again and grinned at him. Manoeuvring herself and the bottle she turned to face him and added, "Now, sit right back on the sofa and we can play."

"Only one game I want to play luv." Spike answered "And it sure as hell doesn't involve us being this far apart."

Buffy pouted at him, knowing her could never resist that. The pout turned to a grin as Spike rolled his eyes at her before settling right back in the seat.

"Okay, first off we both lose the rest of our clothes." They both still had their pants at mid-thigh. Spike's top half was fully clothed in the black shirt he'd worn in an effort to look at least vaguely smart for the wedding. Buffy still technically wore the sweatshirt that she had put on. Now it was scrunched up under her arms where Spike had shoved it in order to play with her breasts earlier.

"Well, it's a good start at least." Spike said, quickly divesting himself of his clothes then sitting back again to watch as Buffy shimmied out of her sweat pants and pulled her top over her head, leaving her hair a little wild looking. Buffy was now sitting cross legged, Indian style on the coffee table facing him.

"Ok," she said "first of all I take a drink." Which she did, she raised the bottle to her lips and took an almighty swig. More than she intended actually and when she took the bottle away she felt some of the whiskey slipping down her chin. She pulled her lower lip in as her tongue darted out to catch the drop. She saw an unnecessary breath catch in Spike's throat at the sight of her tongue and the game she had intended to play went right out of the window as a wicked idea came over her.

"See something you like?" she saucily questioned, running her tongue over her lips as seductively as a drunken woman can. Spike being pretty drunken himself did find it incredibly seductive and his cock twitched a little as he watched. Buffy smiled to herself and slowly brought the whiskey back up to her lips. Lowering her head to the top of the long-necked bottle she looked up at him through her lashes and began to run her tongue slowly around the bottle top.

Spike made to move towards her but she removed her mouth, fixed him with a glare and shook her head at him. Spike was very tempted to grab her, haul her over to him and push her head down onto his dick, so her tongue could play there as it had been on the bottle. He held himself back however, wanting to see if this was going where he thought (or rather hoped) it was going.

Buffy saw him relax back and smiled again, returning her mouth to the bottle neck. Again her tongue swirled around the top, before her mouth descended on the neck. She slowly drew the bottle in and out of her mouth, making sure to keep it tilted slightly so that he could see her tongue moving on the underside. She looked him in the eye as she removed it from her mouth and snaked her hand down her stomach to the soft wet flesh between her legs. Spike unconsciously mirrored her, his own hand moving down to his dick without any cognisant thought of his own.

"Race you." She said with a twinkle in her eye, pulling Spike out of his spellbound state.

"What?" he said, lust and sentient thought fighting for control of his brain. Lust was winning at the moment leaving him more than a little confused.

"I said `race you'." She repeated "Whoever cums first wins. If I win you go down on me, if you win……….." her words trailed off as she once again bent her head. Her pointed tongue peeked out and she ran
it from the point where the neck widened up to the top, showing rather than telling him what would happen if he won. In terms of encouragement Spike thought her actions were (a)rousing to say the
least. He began to pump his cock fast and hard as Buffy gave up playing and matched him now in speed and pressure, rubbing equally fast and hard at her clit.

Her feet were firmly planted on the floor as she sat on the table. She moved them further apart to give him a better view of her drenched opening as she frantically rubbed at herself. Both of her hands now moved in sync, one drawing the bottle in and out as her head bobbed; the other stoked the fire between her legs as her hips pushed back against it.

As Spike stroked his cock wildly, he honestly didn't know whether he wanted to win. The sight of her blowing the bottle was amazing and made him ache to have her mouth on his dick; especially when she used her pointed tongue to flick back and forth over the top. The conflict arose however when he looked down at her dripping snatch, where she now had two fingers inside of herself and was using the knuckle of her thumb to stimulate her clit; that sight made him want to drop to his knees in front of her and taste her cream.

Both were panting as they got closer to their peaks, but they didn't once break eye contact the sight of each others rising excitement making their own rise all the more. Spikes mouth ran away with him. Despite the fact that dirty talk got Buffy hotter than hell he began to pant instructions to her. He was running the risk of making her come first but he just couldn't help himself. It was one of the things that Buffy yelled at him the most for, the fact that he just couldn't ever keep his mouth shut. Even with the risk he couldn't
help taunting her (albeit in a playful way) even now.

"That's it luv," He encouraged "suck it good. Going to be my dick soon enough, better get some practice in…….. Faster, Buffy………… suck it like I know you want to suck my dick……………. Faster………. Harder…." He moved to the edge of the sofa but still didn't reach for her, just kept on pumping his shaft as she moaned round the bottle and slammed her hand between her legs. "Fuck your gorgeous mouth with
it……….that's it……..I'm gonna win Slayer……….gonna shoot my load all over you……..spray your tits while you try to beat me."

A muffled "Oh God" came from Buffy. She was almost mindless with desire now and she just couldn't finger herself hard or fast enough. Panting and moaning she dropped the bottle so that she could use both hands on her cunt. She shoved four fingers inside of herself now as her newly free hand came down to rub frantically at her clit.

Spike was true to his word. In what only seemed like a matter of seconds he roared as his dick began to spew thick ropes of cum in Buffy's direction. As soon as the first bit hit her chest she began to cum. Spike stood up as she lay back on the table and continued to frig herself silly, howling out her release. He emptied himself onto her and collapsed back onto the sofa to watch her ride out the end of her orgasm.

When they had both regained a little of their equilibrium their eyes met again. Buffy smiled a silly grin at him and Spike laughed. He reached for a tissue from a box conveniently located under the table and began to clean her off.

"Don't do that Spike," Buffy said running her finger tip through some of the ejaculate on her chest before sucking it off her finger "I'll get it all eventually."

"Sorry Slayer," Spike continued his task "No can do. You owe me a blow job and I'm not prepared to wait. Sooner I get this off you, sooner you can get on with it……..loser."

"What are you talking about Spike?" Buffy asked "You didn't win. That was so obviously a dead heat. We came together just cos I can do it for longer doesn't make me last!"

"No Slayer, I distinctly remember that you didn't get your `cum face' until I already started spraying you lovely tits." He had finished his task now and stood up. "You're not going to weasel out of this one! Stop pouting and come and suck my dick."

He reached out to grab her arm and help her up from her reclining position but Buffy had other ideas. She rolled out of his grasp and, unfortunately for her kept rolling until she landed with a soft thud on the floor. She quickly scrambled up and bolted for the door. She stopped at the door and turned to him "Ok maybe I do owe you a blow job, but you'll have to catch me first."

Giggling, she ran for the stairs, pursued by a chuckling Spike who gleefully let her stay a little ahead so he could watch her bottom bounce as she ran up the stairs.
 

TBC...