Part 6: Ding, Dong the Poof is Gone
 

As they walked into the hotel room Angel was hit with the smell. He could tell that Spike and Buffy had sex in this room. That revelation was the most disturbing of the night.

Spike placed Buffy onto the bed. He carefully took the jean jacket off her body and tossed it onto the chair. Each man took sat on opposing sides of the bed. The glared at one another and several moments of uncomfortable silence followed.

Spike was the first one to speak. "Hopefully those Slayer healing powers will kick in and everything will be sunshine and roses."

"I wonder if that metaphoric sunshine will dust your ass." Angel said wistfully.

"If I burn you burn and the Slayer wouldn't like that." Spike said as he placed a hand on her thigh.

Angel noticed the non-verbal gesture. It was so familiar and subtle. He acted on his first reaction and slapped Spike's hand.

"You stupid ponce, what was that for?" Spike asked.

Angel replied. "Hands off, until I figure out if I should kill you or not."

"Like you could kill me." Spike said under his lack of breath.

"Why are you in Los Angeles?" Angel asked with anger.

"I just look a little weekend get away with my lady." Spike bragged in a way that you knew he loved to brag. He put up his feet onto the bed; Spike still had his boots on.

Spike kissed her, ignoring Angel's hands off request. "Slayer, wake up, Love." Buffy was still unresponsive.

Angel said. "If she was with me, I wouldn't have let her get hurt."

"She left me for one second to take a piss and this bastard used a stun gun on her." Spike explained. "I figure the Slayer could be unsupervised for two bloody seconds."

"I just think you aren't the best guy for her." Angel said. "I mean the hair alone. . ."

"Are you her bloody father or something?" Spike replied. "May I remind you that the Slayer never bitched about your Nancy boy hair gel."

"I mean I can't see Buffy falling in love with you." Angel said. "What do you have to offer her?"

Spike struggled to think of the best answer possible. "Undying love, devotion, great sex, and."

Buffy came to as she heard the last part of the conversation. "Don't forget that you're a good looking bastard."

"Buffy, are you alright, Love?" Spike caressed her cheek with his fingertips.

"Buffy, I'm so glad you are conscious." Angel said.

"What happened to me? She asked quietly.

"Some wanker got you with a stun gun when you went to the bathroom. I almost ripped that guy's bloody head off." Spike said.

Angel continued the rest of the story. "I saw Spike here all vamped out with your limp body in his hands and I confronted him."

"What is Angel doing here anyway?" She asked. Buffy started to sit up against the pillows.

"Yea, Angelus. Why the bloody hell are you here?" Spike questioned with a growl."

"Cordelia had a vision of you in trouble and I came to save you, rescue you from Spike." Angel explained as he looked deep into Buffy's eyes.

"Angel, I don't need saved. I'm the Slayer for god sakes." Buffy said. "I also don't need saved from Spike. I love him."

Spike smiled and spooned up against her. He was so glad she confessed her feelings in front of the grand poof. Buffy also positioned herself closer to her current boyfriend.

"Are you under a love spell or something?" Angel inquired with a heavy brow.

"No." Buffy answered. "We've been sleeping together for a while now."

Angel stood up. "So everyone in Sunnydale approves of this little relationship?" He smirked at the concept of their mutual bliss.

Spike hated the way he trivialized their love. "It doesn't matter what anyone says about us, we're forever."

Her heart fluttered when he said the word forever.

"I was asking Buffy not you, moron." Angel spat.

Spike jumped off the bed and got in Angel's face. "Why don't you go home and snuggle up with that Cordelia bird and take your mind off of Buffy and move on."

Angel got closer to Spike and his voice got more violent. "Don't mouth off about things you don't understand, Willie."

Buffy broke them up. If she had waited another second, the male vampires would have started ripping each other apart.

"Boys. Please stop it. I don't want to deal with this tonight." Buffy said. "All I want is to take a long hot shower and go to sleep."

"O.k. Angel, if you want to talk about it in the morning or something, we can arrange something."

"Good idea, Slayer. Morning. Get Angel out in the sunlight . . ." Spike teased. "Brilliant plan."

"You know what I mean . . .O.k. Angel does tomorrow work for you?"

"Maybe." He stated. "We'll see." Angel gave Buffy a hug.

Spike observed it was a cold and forced reaction.

"Bye Angel." Buffy said as she walked him to the door. She quickly closed it behind him.

"Ding, dong the poof is gone." Spike sang.

"I don't want him to ruin our trip." Buffy said.

"Tomorrow will be much better. I will make sure of it." He promised as he gingerly pressed his lips to her cheek.

"I really do need to take a shower. My hair smells like cigarettes and beer." Buffy sniffed a lock of her hair.

"It's what I smell like and I turn you on." Spike remarked.

She said with a smile. "I need to cleaned up."

Spike shot her a seductive _expression. "You know we should save water and take a hot shower together."

"I was thinking the same thing." She playfully pat his arm.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled Buffy into the bathroom. Spike guided her shirt up over her head.

"You're so eager to get me naked aren't you?" Buffy asked.

He nodded as he unhooked her lacy red bra. Buffy's tits bounced out into his hands. Spike grasped then and kneaded her right breast. He squeezed the round of her breast while he pinched the nipple.

Spike knelt down and un-did her pants. Buffy helped Spike slide the leather jeans down her leg by wiggling. Buffy was out of her clothes in record time. She turned on the shower and tried to adjust the temperature.

Spike was taking off his own clothes. He had gotten really good stripping very quickly, especially when there was a nude slayer in is gaze.

Buffy was under the stream of water and Spike sneaked up behind her.

"Pet, you look so pretty naked." Spike said as he put his hands on her bare skin, slowly stroking her stomach, her arms, her breasts.

"You look sexy yourself." She said looking at him over her shoulder.

His cock brushed against her ass as Buffy bent down to get the vanilla shower gel she brought. She took the cap off the liquid soap and Spike inhaled a scent that drove him wild--it was what Buffy smelled like.

"Spike, do you want to wash me? She asked very coyly with fluttering eyelashes. She handed him a loofa with a generous application of body wash.

"I'll take any chance to touch such a luscious body." He said as he rubbed the bubbles around her neck and shoulders.

Spike was gentle with her. Buffy thought the act of him washing her was so sensual. Expecting him to go right to her breasts, she was surprised that he washed her back. Down her spine. Around her waist. All over her ass. Buffy stuck out her butt as he touched it with his hand and the loofa scrubber.

"I love this arse, so beautiful." He whispered in her ear and then he nibbled on it.

She laughed as he worked his hands around to her breasts. The rough net loofa lightly scratched the sensitive skin of her nipples.

Spike's dick was so hard. Touching her soft little body thrilled him to the point of combustion. His cock was between her legs causing friction with her swollen pussy without penetration. The head of his penis taunted Buffy as he washed her.

He smeared more body wash onto her belly as the rainfall of the shower made it all sudsy. Spike used the loofa to tease the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. It excited her that Spike was so close to her needy sex.

"Spike, I need you." Buffy turned around desperately.

Now face to face, they began to kiss. It was an interaction full of fire and passion. Spike spun around until he slammed Buffy's back against the wall of the shower.

He slid his dick inside. Spike used the white tiled wall for leverage as he pumped into her wetness. The vampire spread her legs a little wider apart.

The couple never lost eye contact as they fucked like their lives depended on it. Buffy grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled Spike into a frantic kiss. The water of the shower began to get cold; Spike barely noticed the change as their lovemaking was generating its own source of heat.

Buffy tilted her pelvis to welcome the gift of pleasure he was offering. The stream of water hit Spike's muscular back and the droplets splashed into Buffy's face. As Spike was banging her, she lustfully moaned. Buffy's breasts bounced into Spike's torso. He slammed is hips into her with a pounding rhythm of lust.

He slowed down to prolong the experience. "Fuck. Slayer, still so tight."

Buffy closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of him inside her. She flung her head back with ecstasy. "Spike. I'm gonna come."

"My golden goddess." He licked the water droplets off her neck and then kissed her swan-like throat.

She grasped his tight butt and pushed it towards her. Every muscle in her body tensed up as she inched closer to a climax. Spike continued to pump her and she sweetly milked his cock with her inner muscles.

Buffy's orgasm hit her like a flash. "Oh god. Yes! Oh yea Spike!"

As she was coming, Spike lifted her a few inches off the ground. His hands clutched around her waist as she wrapped her legs around his mid section.

It didn't take Spike a long time to explode inside her womb. "Buffy." He growled. "Love you. So good."

They just held each other for a few seconds. Buffy finally turned off the now freezing water. Spike grabbed a towel and tied it around his lower half.

He wrapped Buffy's shivering body in the towel. He dried off her wet body.

"I wanted to wash my hair." She pouted.

"We can take another shower in the morning." Spike suggested as he picked her up. He was holding her cradle style as he walked over to the bed.

Spike was just holding her in one arm, while the other hand folded the sheets down and placed her into bed. He crawled into the other side of the covers.

Buffy smiled at his sweetness. "Why do you love me so much?" She asked.

Spike kissed all over her face, from her forehead to her chin. "Do you really have to ask?" He inquired between little pecks.

Buffy nodded.

"You're perfect, Buffy." Spike said and then he suckled on her earlobe. "Everything about you. Inside and out. You're too bloody good to be true."

Spike noticed she had fell asleep to the sound of his voice. A few moments later he was soundly sleeping next to her.

Spike woke up before Buffy. He wanted to spend the day with her and like an impatient child, he couldn't wait.

He looked into her face as she rested. Buffy looked so sweet and so feminine. Spike held her in his strong arms and realized how tiny and frail she was for a slayer and that he loved her with his whole heart and immerging soul.

Glancing at Buffy's tiny body was getting Spike hot. Just embracing her was wonderful, but his libido wanted more.

He wanted to wake her up in a sexual fashion. Crawling under the covers to find his favorite snack, Spike spread her legs wide enough for his shoulders to fit between them.

His face was only a few inches away from her pussy. Spike was hit by a faint scent of her arousal. She wasn't wet, quite yet---the vampire anticipated a lovely chore to perform.

Spike stuck his tongue between her slit, ascending up the cleft of her sex. Buffy moaned a satisfied little mewl.

"That's it, Pet." Spike spread her pussy lips slightly apart as he nibbled on her velvety soft flesh.

Buffy was rapidly gaining consciousness and enjoying every second of it. He gingerly traced the circumference of her clit. His lips puckered around her nubbin. Spike could feel it harden in his mouth. His cool tongue spiraled around Buffy's clit sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body.

"Spike." She groggily moaned in awe.

He looked up at her as she slightly stretched out her legs. "Love, it's your wake up call."

A pointed tongue lunged deep inside her. Spike could taste her juices. He lashed his tongue in and out of her, teasing the opening of her pussy. Buffy began to breathe irregularly. She giggled and got accustom to the pleasure.

Spike stepped up the pace of his tongue fucking. Once Buffy got use to his motions, he worked his way up her slit to her swollen clitoris.

She was showing the signs of pure ecstasy: short breathing, exuberant gasps, and increased heartbeats. He could read the ways her body communicated its ripeness. "Oh god. Oh yea---Spike," she called out.

His fingernails dug into the fleshy part of her inner thighs. Spike nursed on her clit, until he felt she was close to an orgasm. He moved his mouth back down to her hole. Spike wanted to make her come, to feel her tighten around him and experience a flow of her sweet fluid.

"Spike." Buffy's whole body exuded an overwhelming bliss. He brought her to a climax that rocked every cell in her soul.

He looked up at her face; she wore an _expression of complete satisfaction. "Did you enjoy that, Love?" Spike asked with an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Yea. It was so wonderful. You just know the best ways to make me feel good." Buffy confessed.

"I'm just good?" He seductively crawled up her body and rested his hands against the curves of her physique. "Not great? "Not a red hot sex god that fulfills every desire?"

She giggled as his nakedness rubbed up against hers. "You're all that stuff. I guess my vocabulary skills dip after an absolutely stunning orgasmic explosion."

"I guess the words are coming back to you now." Spike commented and then kissed her cheek.

Soon, their mouths were intertwined into a penetrating liplock. Spike's tongue wrestled with Buffy's. The passion was rolling over them in waves.

Using his sexual instinct, Spike moved at the perfect angle to push his dick into her womanhood.

Buffy stopped the kiss to inhale a lust filled gasp. His fingertips rose up her jawline until he had a handful of her golden hair.

"Love, still so tight and so wet for me." Spike was fucking her deeply. He would push all the way in and then pull everything but the swollen head out. It was slow at first, but soon he increased the tempo of this erotic dance.

Buffy was in the position to lay back and enjoy his expert seduction, but part of her wanted to be interactive. She grabbed a handful of his firm ass and in a way, she guided him into her.

"So good baby. Deeper. Come on Spike, fuck me deeper." She squealed.

He used his strength to crash into Buffy with more power. This drove her crazy. The way she could always ask for more and he would deliver and exceed expectations. Buffy's pussy pulsed around him as she climaxed hard. Screaming her devotion to him and her worship of his hot body.

Spike loved the ego boost. Just watching Buffy come was enough to send him on his own ride to an intense orgasm. He spilled his seed into her in several sporadic spurts.

Her slim body was covered in sweat. Buffy's chest heaved her breasts skyward as she panted. Spike licked her neck and made a deliberate landing into her mouth. A few languid kisses followed.

"You absolutely glow." Spike said. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"I have a pretty good idea." Buffy smiled.

He gave her face a shower of feather soft kisses, on the eyelids, on her nose, on her cheeks, on her lips, on her chin.

Spike seductively whispered. "I love you more than Angel."

"Why do you say that?" She asked.

"The stupid git left you. That is something I will never do." He said. Spike rested his head on her breast and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

"Good." Buffy said with a beautiful grin.

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