Summary:This scenario just popped into my
head for no good reason.
Time to play my favorite game...'What if?' Okay, remember in 'Into The Woods'
when Spike came to Buffy's room and asked if she was naked under the blanket?
Well, what if..... Disclaimer: I do not own the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel (The Series). All of the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
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It was nice to be able to fall asleep again without
being plagued by the sort of nightmares she'd been
experiencing since her mother's illness had been de-
tected.
Buffy could handle her normal nightmares, even the ones
that would send most people to an analyst's couch to find
out what the hell was wrong with them. But the horror shows
she'd been treated to over the past couple of weeks frightened
her so badly that she'd wake up in a cold sweat, her hand
clamped over her mouth to hold back anguished screams.
Terrible scenes would zip through her unconscious mind,
miniature one act plays of death and sorrow, love and loss.
Now, she could relax. At least as far as her mother was
concerned. The surgery was over, the tumor was excised,
the horror was passing.
Things were on a fairly even keel at home...it was the rest of
her life that was still teetering on a ledge.
Dawn...Glory...Riley...Keys...Riley...School...Riley. Buffy
didn't have a clue as to what she was going to do about those
situations.
Dawn was Dawn. Her sister, no matter how she'd really been
conceived. All the love that the monks had instilled inside Buffy's
heart for the girl was just as strong as it had been before she'd
found out the truth. Those monks...they had been right. She
would protect Dawn with her own life.
Glory was such an insoluble problem at this point that she
didn't even want to think about it. For the moment, she was filed
firmly under 'D' for denial.
School. Now THERE was a problem. Circumstances of late
had taken up so much of her attention that she'd had nothing
left to devote to her education. Her grades were slipping badly,
not that they'd ever been anything to write home about, but still,
she'd have to buckle down soon. If she survived whatever new
disaster she was hurtling towards, she didn't want to have to start
over from scratch.
And then there was Riley. What was she going to do about
him? Did she WANT to do anything about him, or should she
just keep pretending that everything about him was a bowl of
cherry jello?
She cared about him, she truly did. Riley was an anchor in
the churning sea of her life. He was strong and caring, and would
do pretty much anything she asked of him. She should be
grateful for him. Why, without him....
Without him...what? She'd fall apart? Be unable to do her
job? Lose all her focus?
Buffy was pretty sure that none of that would happen, but
things were starting to slip between them. He was becoming
just a little too needy and a little too demanding of her full
attention. This was beginning to change the way she felt
about him, and it was affecting everything they had.
Even their sex life was starting to show signs that it wasn't
everything it should be, and once had been.
Used to be, she had looked forward to their intimate
moments. Sure, maybe it hadn't been sex of the hot and
sweaty-get down and dirty variety, but it had been
steady...familiar...dependable...a nice little routine, and
it took the edge off physically.
Now, it just seemed like something to get over with so
she could get some sleep. She hadn't been completely
"satisfied" by him for quite some time.
Leaving her, of course, to try and "satisfy" herself.
***************************************
There was someone in her room. She sensed it, even through
the light doze she'd finally fallen into.
Opening her eyes less than halfway, she mumbled, "Riley?"
"It's me."
A huge jolt of shock roused her fully. Jackknifing into a sitting
position, clutching the sheet to her naked breasts, she saw
Spike standing at the foot of her bed. Their gazes met
and held for a moment.
One of the first things she'd noticed about Spike was his
eyes. They were a medium shade of blue that darkened to
sapphire when he was angry.
Or aroused. Something she'd learned during their brief
'engagement'.
Forcing herself not to go down THAT particular road,
she glared at him. "Every time you show up like this, you
risk all your parts, you know that?"
She'd tried to sound as though she were uttering a deadly
threat, but he just shrugged. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't
have a good reason. As usual, I'm here to help you, and
I...are you naked under there?"
His abrupt segue startled her, making her skin prickle
and her heart beat increase. She WAS naked beneath the bed-
clothes, and she'd never been more intensely aware of it.
From out of nowhere, she felt a sudden urge, inexplicable
yet strong. Maybe it was the lack of satisfying sex that
dictated her behavior, or maybe she was seeing Spike in
a new light.
Whichever it was, she was definitely affected by it.
A flush of warmth colored her cheeks. Her breasts felt
heavier, more sensitive, and there was a moistness
between her legs that had never been caused by just
looking at a man.
It didn't take her long to give in to it.
"I might be," she said softly, leaning back on her
elbows and smiling the sultriest smile she was able
to produce.
His brief expression of surprise was almost comical,
but Spike recovered quickly. His eyes moved
up and down her body, lingering at her breasts and
thighs.
Buffy could almost FEEL this visual caress, and a
shiver of excitement went all the way through her.
"Do tell," he murmured softly, taking a step closer
to the bed. He moved warily, not taking his eyes off
her, as though he expected her to pull a stake out
from under her pillow.
Had he known her thoughts, it would have reassured
him. The last thing she was interested in doing at
that moment was killing him.
Pushing away the image of Riley's horrified face
should he see what was going on, she let the sheet
drop, exposing her bare breasts to Spike's avid gaze.
He muttered some sort of curse word, and
shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall to the floor.
Whipping his t-shirt off, he paused to look intently
into her eyes. "You'd better not be playing games
with me, Slayer," he warned.
Buffy replied by laying back on the pillows and
raising one knee until it made a tent of the sheet,
inching it down a bit more. Lowering her lashes,
she tilted her head provocatively, a gesture she'd
seen him do many times. "No games."
He sat down on the end of the bed, yanking his
combat boots off, then stood back up and began to
unbuckle his belt.
Even in the dim light, she could see the prominent
bulge in the front of his jeans. Sitting up, she crawled
to the end of the bed, the sheet still hiding her below
the waist.
"Let me," she breathed when the belt was undone,
popping open the top snap and lowering the zipper.
Trust Spike not to bother with conventional dress,
such as underwear, she thought. Without hesitating,
she reached into his open pants, wrapping her fingers
firmly around his erection and bringing it out.
The bulge hadn't been flying under false colors. He
was big, impressively big. Giving it a gentle squeeze,
she slipped her hand slowly up and down his length.
His soft groan of pleasure increased the wetness
trickling out of her. Unable to stop, she lowered her
head and took him into her mouth.
He shuddered, tangling his hands in her hair as she
sucked on him, taking him as deeply as she could
without gagging. Sliding back up, she concentrated her
efforts on the head of his dick, licking up the drops of
semen oozing from it, pleasuring him to a feverish
pitch.
"Buffy," he whispered. "Baby...yes. Oh, god, yes."
She smiled. "You like that?"
"Uh-huh," he nodded, his eyes closed. "You...mmm...you
don't how long I've dreamed about this, luv."
"Tell me," she said, exhaling her warm breath on his
hyper-sensitive penis.
He began urging her up and down again. "I've thought
about how it would feel...you sucking me with your
pretty mouth. Licking me...."
Releasing him from the warm, wet trap of her mouth,
she slid her tongue up the engorged vein on the under-
side of his shaft from the base to the tip, where he
pushed himself back into her mouth.
"Harder," he pleaded. "Suck harder...oh, yeah...like
that."
Her fingers tightened around the base as she worked
over him, licking and sucking him, sometimes removing
him from her mouth and rubbing the slickened glans
over her cheeks and lips.
"Buffy." He tensed suddenly, trying to push her off. "If
you don't stop now, I'm gonna come."
She raised off him, his flesh making a wet, sucking
sound as it slipped from her mouth. Taking hold of his
pants, she shoved them down, and he stepped out of
them.
When he joined her on the bed, he started by yanking
the sheet away from her naked body.
"Fucking gorgeous," he murmured as hie took in every
part of her.
Buffy stretched out on her back, waiting for him to come
to her. He parted her legs, moving on top and to one side
of her, leaning on his right arm to support his weight.
"Kiss me," he begged against her parted lips.
She placed a hand on the back of his neck and applied
just a bit of pressure until their mouths came together in a
scalding kiss of mutual lust.
Smoothly, Spike slipped his tongue into Buffy's mouth,
exploring the texture and taste of her. He groaned again
when he felt her sucking it in much the same way she'd
sucked his cock.
Meanwhile, his free hand explored her breasts, fondling
and squeezing them, then tugging on the hardened tips.
Buffy whimpered softly into his open mouth. She'd always
liked this part of foreplay. Her breasts were highly sensitive
to the kind of stimulation provided by a man's fingers and
tongue.
She pulled out of the kiss, directing his head down to
where she wanted it. "Kiss me here," she requested,
guiding his mouth to her nipples. "Ohhh, yes. Use your
tongue."
He willingly did what she wanted, kissing and licking
her nipples, tugging at them with his teeth. Every time
he took a hard suck at them, she felt it all the way down
in her womb.
His hand released her breast and moved down over
her belly, touching her neat patch of pubic curls with the
very tips of his fingers.
Buffy, who had almost begun to feel disloyal to Riley,
promptly forgot all about him.
Spike's fingers traveled down, stroking her sex when her
legs splayed open for him. Working in the sticky fluid her
body was emitting, he gently rubbed the pad of his index
finger against her clit.
Arching her hips, Buffy sought more friction.
He stiffened his fingers and began rubbing harder,
grinding them in a circular motion on her clit.
Her nipple popped out of his mouth. "I want a taste of you,"
he said, sliding down until he was lying between her
legs.
A wave of anticipation washed over Buffy. He was going
to go down on her! Without being asked to!
Riley had never really enjoyed doing that...al-
though he had no problem accepting it.
She licked suddenly dry lips, watching him as he
tongued her labia. Up and down, it slid, dipping in
a bit, then out.
He looked up, smiling when he caught her watching
him. "Want me to eat your pussy, baby?"
"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Eat it good, Spike."
His head dipped down again, and he latched onto her
clit, sucking it gently. Inserting his middle finger
inside her, he pumped it in and out several times,
then covered her with his mouth and sank his tongue
all the way in.
Buffy knew that a scream would bring Dawn on the
run, so she stifled it, biting her lower lip until it almost
bled.
Spike lapped at her, gathering up the sudden rush of
fluids she released, drinking them down, then searching
for more. His tongue was relentless, and seemed every-
where at once; thrusting deeply into her pussy, then
licking up and down her slit, then pressing down and
fluttering against her clit.
He made soft, little grunts as he ate her out. Be-
tween those, and the wet noises he made licking her, Buffy
was approaching orgasm at roughly the speed of sound.
Spike lifted her more firmly against his mouth when it tore
through her, leaving her limp with the exquisite release.
"Oh, my god," she panted through the ringing in her
ears.
"Good?" he asked smugly, a smirk evident in his voice.
Buffy didn't care. Anyone who could do such things
with their mouth and tongue had a right to be smug.
"Beyond good. Why did I...never know...you could do
that?"
"You never asked," he said.
"You never offered," she countered.
"I guess I should have."
"I wish you had."
***************************************
Once she'd recovered, she turned him onto his
back and straddled his hips.
He chuckled. "Another dream come true."
Wriggling into position, she took hold of his shaft and
placed it at the entrance to her body. When the head
was nestling against her labia, she said, "Tell me"
once again.
"Thought about you climbing on and riding my cock
while I play with your tits...have I ever told you how pretty
they are?"
"I'm fairly sure you haven't," she said, beginning that
slow descent that would bury him inside of her.
"I remember...remember when I came back...the first
time. Had cocoa in the kitchen with your mum...then
you come blasting in wearing that..ohh, fuck!...that
exercise thing...no bra on...showing off those luscious
tits."
Grinning down at him, she took his hands and placed
them on her breasts. "I was jumping rope when Mom
called me."
"I'd have paid cash money to see that."
She giggled at the lechery on his face. "You want to see
them bounce?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
Buffy took his hands and moved them to her hips, then
began to slide up and down his cock, slowly at first,
then a bit faster.
With his eyes locked on her breasts, Spike slipped his
hands beneath her bottom, helping her.
Just to tease, she stopped and leaned forward until her
breast was almost...but not quite...within reach of his
mouth.
He couldn't suck, so he extended his tongue and flicked
it rapidly over the erect pink tips.
When she pulled away, she bent down and treated his
nipples to the same pleasurable touch. His fingers
tunneled into her hair, holding her still for a moment as she
suckled the flat brown disc.
A groan rumbled deep in his chest, and she sat back up
and resumed her rhythm.
Spike ground the back of his head into the pillow, his
jaw clenching as his hips arched faster and harder.
"Buffy...fuck me...fuck me good...yeah...that's my
girl...sweet little sexy baby...Jesus Fucking CHRIST,
you have a tight pussy! "
She felt his fingers digging into her ass and knew she'd
have bruises there tomorrow but didn't much care. At this
point, all she cared about...all she wanted...was right here,
lying beneath her and fucking her senseless.
Spike's eyes were dark with lust as he watched the erotic
lap dance she was performing for him. "Fuck," he muttered,
"and I thought you were beautiful when you FIGHT!"
"You do?" she gasped.
"Yeah...ahh...unh...wanted you...minute I saw you...when
I jerked off...you were the girl...I thought about...every time."
That scene suddenly materialized in her imagination; Spike
lying in bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, jerking at
it over and over, moaning her name and coming in an
explosion of semen, shooting it onto his belly....
Buffy was about to come. She could feel it building up,
and she began moving faster, her breasts bouncing and
swaying with her frantic pace.
He seemed to know, and pulled her down on his chest,
rolling until he was on top of her. Anchoring himself, he
began pumping wildly, grunting with each thrust he delivered.
"Buffy," he choked. "Wrap your legs around me...I want to
get in deeper."
She wouldn't have believed it possible, but she obeyed,
surprised when he slid in just a little more.
"Yes...yes...yes..." he groaned, pounding into her as
hard as he could.
Buffy pulled him down until his face was buried against
the side of her neck, muffling his cries.
Spike burrowed his face in deeper, licking up the salt of
her sweat, savoring it just as fully as he had savored her
come.
"Baby," he moaned against her flesh, "make me come."
She knew what he wanted. Clamping down harder around
his cock, she tightened and relaxed her muscles, milking
him for everything he had.
It was all her could take. One final thrust took them both
over the edge, with silent screams of pleasure.
Spike collapsed on top of her with a ragged sob, grinding
his hips from side to side to stimulate her clit a little more
and moaning something garbled in her ear.
Rolling off of her, he lay on his back, staring at the
ceiling with a "What the FUCK just happened here?"
look on his face.
Buffy, however, wasn't in the mood to be analytical. She'd
gone too long without really hot, nasty sex, and she
wasn't ready to stop now.
Taking hold of Spike's spent manhood, she fondled and
squeezed it.
He groaned, twisting in her grip. "Baby...give me a minute
to get myself together," he begged.
But she just shook her head, bringing her fingers to her
mouth and licking them clean.
"I'm begging you." He threw his arm over his eyes to block
out the sight of her licking his come off her hand.
"Beg all you want," she said, sounding the very picture of
cool control. "Ain't nobody gonna hear you."