The Rock Show
 Parts 8-14


Written by: Tista
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Summary: Spike and Buffy plan a weekend trip, set in an AU 6th Season of the show. Spike wants to see a punk rock concert and a have a great sex filled romp with Buffy. She just wants romance and to discover if Spike is the right guy for her. Things get more intense when they run into Angel in Los Angeles.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel (The Series) and all of it's characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Part 8: Spike's Turn



The beige vertical blinds were shut tight, but a few traces of sunlight leaked into the hotel room. Everything in the room seemed to be untouched, except for the large king sized bed. The comforter of the bed was twisted in a mass of two human forms making out as if their lives depended on it.

Buffy and Spike kissed as the rested in the bed. Their bodies intertwined as their tongues interlocked. Buffy's soft hands explored his back with feather light caresses. Spike latched on to one of her breasts and softly squeezed it with variant amounts of pressure. The ways they fondled each other was gentle, but the kiss was frantic, full of need.

She finally pulled away to take a breath. Spike would often forget that Buffy needed oxygen to survive. He was slightly disappointed at the inevitable ending.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asked.

"If I didn't have a boyfriend allergic to sunlight we could play on the beach or go to the cool outdoor shops down the road."

Spike kissed her bare shoulders. "With me, you give up daytime outings, but then you get a man that is a monster in the bedroom."

"A monster, but in a good way, a very good way."

"Should we get room service?" He asked. "Breakfast in bed?"

"You've already had something yummy in your mouth." Buffy said with a wink.

"And boy do you taste so damn hot and sticky sweet."

She reached for the room service menu, which was on a desk near her side of the bed. "Let's see if there's something I want to eat."

"I bet you want a big, thick, long sausage between your lips." Spike effortlessly used innuendo to enforce his message.

"I would hope you would be a little more original than that." Buffy commented with a snotty pout.

"But, it is a perfect metaphor. It's a classic for a good bloody reason."

She laughed and stroked his platinum blonde head. "How about saying a big sweet éclair, you know a long donut with a cream filled center."

"A pastry isn't hard like an erection." Spike said. "Really not manly enough for my preference." Spike casually played with her hardened nipple."

"One that is several days old is pretty hard." She touched the object in question. "Kind of like you are now."

"Buffy love, why don't you cut to the chase and tell me what you really want."

She continued to stroke his penis. "I want your dick in my mouth. I need to put my lips around your hard erect cock and lick, suck, and nibble on it 'til I swallow your come down my throat."

"What are you waiting for, pet?" He looked at her with seduction in his eyes.

Buffy kissed his neck and moved her face down his muscled torso with her talented tongue. The anticipation was killing Spike, but he immensely enjoyed her sensual method of torture.

Buffy loved the part of a man's body where his hips transformed into his pelvis; she thought it was so sexy because it was like a doorway to a usually forbidden zone. She traced a path down to the giant throbbing erection between his well-defined thighs.

Buffy licked the small pool of clear fluid off the tip. She put the entire head into her mouth. Spike hissed as he enjoyed how her hot tongue teased him. Buffy nursed the tip of his dick vigorously as if she needed it to survive.

"Slayer. Ohh fuck...such a good little cocksucker, so good baby." He moaned like he had no will of his own. He pat the top of her golden mane-motivating her to keep making him feel so damn amazing.

Buffy slowly pulled more of his stiff cock past her teeth and her tongue rolled around him in lust powered swirl. Her mouth surrounded his dick and she sunk in her cheeks to make the passageway even tighter.

"Slayer, so sexy." Spike encouraged. "I need you so much."

Buffy loved giving him blowjobs. It made her feel so needed, wanted, and loved. It fascinated Buffy that her mouth could reduce the "big bad" in to a heap of quivering flesh, a slave to desire.

Her blonde hair splayed across his pale stomach and moved at the same rate as her head. Buffy's lips compressed around his shaft and her mouth worked him to a climatic finale.

When Buffy knew he was close to coming, she would gingerly stroke his balls with her small hands, because it seemed to make his orgasms much more intense. Spike's erection freely jerked in her mouth as he was closing in to a monumental zenith. Buffy prepared herself to swallow his seed. He finally exploded, shooting his come into her mouth in scattered outbursts.

As he released, Spike exclaimed, "oh god Buffy. Fuck." He also growled and deeply groaned as a monster and as a man.

Buffy lapped up the rest of his seed off of his cock and the little bit that leaked onto his testicles.

"Slayer, that was so hot. You're such a sexy bitch."

She stopped licking his package and spoke, "I'm not a bitch."

"O.k. You're my kitten, my pet, my love, my freakin' goddess, and sometimes I want you to my bitch."

"Alright Spike, I'll be your bitch, after I have a real breakfast." Buffy said reaching for the menu that fell to the floor.

He covered himself up with the sheet. "Is that all I am to you? A bloody appetizer."

"No. You're the best-est boyfriend I've ever been on a trip with." Buffy sing-songed like a teenager.

"Where did you go with Angel? Or did you go somewhere with Captain Cardboard?" Spike asked, but he was compelled to make an editorial comment. "Automatically, I'm better than broody and boring."

"Spike, let me answer before you put your two cents in." Buffy said as she scanned the menu. "You're the only guy I've ever been on a hot sexy trip like this."

"So do you have any complaints, Buffy?" He inquired with a sly smirk. "High marks in all the categories."

"For a fun filled vacation, you didn't make any daytime activities." Buffy remarked.

Spike questioned. "Weren't we suppose to have lots of sex? Sex was my daytime plans."

"Yea, but we should really take advantage of some of the perks in this nice hotel." Buffy looked down at the features of this hotel on a brightly colored advertisement that sat on her bedside table. "Spike, we could go to this spa in the hotel. We can get manicures, pedicures, facials, body wraps, massages."

"Is this another attempt to get rid of the last shreds of my masculinity?" He asked as he grabbed for his pack of smokes.

"No, maybe I want you us to look perfect for our romantic dinner and dancing thing and a relaxing massage would be so good."

Spike growled. "I don't want another guy's filthy hands on your body. You belong to me and only me."

"Don't be jealous, most of the time women work at places like this." Buffy just used her experience from the ones she had been to and didn't care if it was a fact or not, but how was Spike to know any different. "I wonder if you would like another girl's hands on your hot body or would it make you hot to see another woman touching my bare flesh? A good massage would limber me up; I could contort my body in all kinds of kinky sexual positions for you Spike."

He changed his mind and nearly choked on his cigarette. "See if they can see us in this morning."

Buffy was so pleased that she could just persuade him with a little sexy talk. "I'll make appointments for us if that's what you really want."





Part 9: Naughty Girl


Buffy hung up the phone. "Only one massage therapist is available today and only one open spot. Would you mind if I was the only one to get a massage today?"

He replied. "Of course I wouldn't mind, I really didn't want it anyway."

"You're the best boyfriend a slayer could ask for." Buffy spooned up closer to his cool body and lightly nibbled on his earlobe.

Spike inquired. "So is it a he or a she?"

"What?"

"I was wonderin' about the lucky person that gets the good fortune of touching your perfect body." He always had a problem with possessiveness, especially when it came to Buffy.

"Just you Spike." She smiled. "You're the only guy for me."

"I meant who was giving you the massage today." Spike clarified.

"I didn't ask." Buffy said as she kissed his bare chest. Spike woke her up in such a delightful way, thus the slayer was in a playful mood.

"If it's some man, I don't want his sodding hands on you."

"I'm getting the massage--no matter what." Buffy was just being stubborn, but Spike thought it was cute.

"You know," he lifted his eyebrows, "I got strong hands and would love to give my gorgeous girl a nice rub down. We'll get some sensual oil and work it into that nubile body of yours."

"Sounds like a lot of fun and totally wonderful, but I would also like to keep my appointment if you don't mind."

He was offended. "These hands not good enough for you?" He waved all 10 digits in the air.

"I love your hands. I love when you touch me, but can't I go to someone whose professionally trained in massage to do me?"

"No one is gonna do you---only me," Spike's voice was full of jealousy. "Got that little missy?"

"I was thinking you could watch the masseuse and pick up some techniques. You can see what I like, when I moan and stuff then when we get back to Sunnydale you can rub me down all the time."

She used her beguiling charm to get her way. He saccharine smile didn't work so she suckled on his flat male nipple. For extra emphasis, she took his dick and ball sac into her hands and lightly squeezed.

Spike finally caved. "Fine, but I'm going to watch when you get rubbed down, I might not like it, but giving you a few indulgences is my good deed for the week."

"Yea." She clapped her hands. "I love you Spike." Buffy kissed him firmly on his soft lips.

"You better not expect it all the time, baby, cause I don't want you to be a spoiled brat." Spike pat her head in a patronizing way.

"Too late sugar daddy." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Another reason I'm allowing you this pleasure that is that after last night I'm not letting you out of my bloody sight." He said. "I want to make up for letting that guy use that stun gun on you."

Buffy jumped out of bed to go to the shower.

"Where are you going, luv?" He asked with disappointment and concern.

"I need a shower. My hair is so dirty." She held up a slightly greasy lock to demonstrate.

"Let me wash your hair for you. I said I would do it last night. I'll draw you a bath and wash your hair and pamper you like a princess." He got out of bed and didn't even bother to cover up his nakedness.

"How do you know how to wash a girl's hair?" Buffy asked.

"Drusilla, when she was weak--I would bathe her."

Buffy made a face like it was the most disgusting thing in the world. "I would often let Angel in my bubble bath and Riley and me would . . .."

Spike interrupted. "Don't say any more. I get your point, Slayer."

"Who says I was joking to make a point?" She teased.

"Why are you such a naughty little thing?"

"Spiky, you're so fun to mess with." She ran into the bathroom. Buffy slammed the door behind her and then locked herself inside.

Spike chased after her and instantly grabbed the doorknob. "Let me in, baby."

She answered by running the bath water. Buffy wanted to take her bath in private, for the sole purpose of driving Spike crazy.

"Let me in, Slayer." He violently knocked on the door.

Over the running water she yelled, "I can't hear you."

Spike growled and began to kick the door. "I'll break down the door, if you don't let me in."

She turned off the water. Spike could hear Buffy splash her way into the tub. She spoke loudly, "god, my breasts are so soft."

He went and put a clean pair of jeans on his nude body.

Buffy wet her hair and put a glob of shampoo in her hand. She spoke loudly so he could hear her.

"Oh god." She grunted with lustful abandon. "My clit needs played with--I guess I hafta do it myself."

Spike knocked again. "Buffy. Let me in. I'll rub your clit with my tongue. You know I don't hafta breathe, so it will be great fun between your legs."

She was so tempted to let him inside the bathroom and invite him between her legs. Buffy refrained from her carnal urge and wanted to have Spike sweat it out. The slayer thought this strategy would pay off in wonderfully sexual ways and driving Spike crazy was just a bonus.

***

The masseuse was a tall muscular man with blonde hair. Buffy smiled when she first viewed the attractive man. He was the perfect tool to push Spike over the edge.

When they first started to fuck, it was wild. Buffy's unpredictable responses to Spike's 'sex lessons' added to the fire. Four years of erotic tension exploded, but it was getting a little comfortable. The sex amazing, but she wanted to spice up the afternoon, since Spike neglected to plan any daytime activities.

"Hi. I'm Buffy. Here for my massage."

"My name is Luke and I will be taking care of you today."

Spike growled like a demonic suspicious boyfriend.

Luke didn't notice and handed Buffy a fluffy white terry-cloth robe. "Keep on your under clothes and put on this robe."

Spike asked raising his imperfect eyebrow.. "Can't you just rub her down in her street clothes?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at Spike and turned around to the small changing room.

The masseuse was very serious and didn't try to encourage Spike's jealous behavior. He was a gorgeous athletic guy, with obvious hulking arms and a thick neck. Luke reminded Spike of Riley in his straight posture and white bread personality. "Clothes get in the way of a top notch massage. Are you her boyfriend or something?"

"I'm her husband," Spike lied, but it felt so natural, "she's mine."

The guy was use to watchful lovers observing him massage their girlfriends. He always laughed about it, because he was a gay man.

"I'm watching you buddy and if you even try something . . .I might kill you." Spike threatened.

Luke the masseuse chuckled, because he had never received a death threat before.

Buffy came out of the changing area. Her hair was up and Spike marveled in how beautiful she looked. She took off her robe. Buffy slowly lay down on her stomach and masseuse covered part of her body up with clean white bath towels.

Spike's deep blue gaze was locked on his slayer. Luke worked a generous heap of oil into her arm, her back, her thigh, her calf.

When the experienced massage therapist would work out a kink in a tightened muscle, Buffy would let out a muffled little mewl of satisfaction. She was really unaware of the tiny sounds she made.

"Feelin' good, Luv?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh yea. Luke's a god." Buffy said. "A master of the good touch."

Buffy noticed how Spike was eyeing her and wanted to play with him a wee bit more, so she increased the sensuality and frequency of her moans.

Spike scowled for the next 15 minutes as he watched her enjoy the touch of another man. This was so painful for him to see. He was beginning to brood and turning into Angel was something Spike never wanted to do.

***

The couple walked out of the hotel spa with Spike's hand roughly grasping her arm. He wanted to find a way to show her he was still in control of her. If Buffy wanted to play, he decided that it was finally his turn.

Spike pulled Buffy into a janitor's closet. She was startled at his strange behavior, but couldn't wait for the outcome.

"What are we doing?" She asked.

He grabbed her from behind and stroked the curve of her skirt-covered ass. Spike rubbed under the skirt and Buffy tingled all over. His cold touch turned her on, like a vampire/slayer aphrodisiac.

"Why have you been such a bad girl?" He asked. Spike worked his hands around to the front of her silky pink panties.

"Just havin' a little fun." She giggled.

He was fingering her roughly and pushed his thumb against her sensitive clitoris. "Do you know what naughty girls get?"

She didn't answer immediately, because she was too absorbed with intense pleasure. Spike used the other hand to take off the panties as he poked his fingers deeply inside her.

She breathlessly answered, "I don't know what bad girls get."

He pushed her against the wall and bent her over so her ass was high in the air. Spike lifted up her skirt and slapped her bare ass.

Buffy hissed as his hand connected with her butt. He spanked her bottom with additional force.

"You wanna know what bad girls get?" He asked.

Each time Spike hit her bum, he felt her pussy tighten up around his fingers.

Once she caught her breath, she asked. "What do bad girls get?"

Spike flicked her clit, smacked her ass, and fingered her pussy. "Are you ready to know?"

She nodded fiercely and adamantly. Buffy couldn't speak; she was overwhelmed by the sensations he was enacting upon her.

He stopped spanking her and used that hand to undo his pants. "Bad girls get a big . . . hard . . .loud . . .FUCK." As he said the last word, his cock penetrated her from behind.

Spike's large cock jammed deeply inside of Buffy's wet pussy. He was easily sliding into her with quick and deep strokes. Spike's erection pushed into her as it quivered and pulsed within her depths.

The vampire held her breast and maneuvered it out of her bra. He squeezed the fleshy globe. Buffy's taut nipple was pinched between two fingers, like scissors as the peak hardened within his grasp.

"Buffy. My bad little bitch." Spike grunted as he fucked her. "Love to fuck your tight cunt."

He didn't need to pump into with the brutal force he was applying. His hips slammed against her ass and made a loud slapping sound, it was divine ecstasy for both of them.

"Fuck me. Fuck. Spike! Deeper." Buffy called out. Her words echoed in the small janitor's closet.

He pulled her hair. Lightly tugging on her blonde mane was turning her on. Spike continued to fondle her bosom with a type of supremacy only supplied by a master vampire. Spike controlled her body and soul. Buffy was finally complete.

She had already had two orgasms and when the third one hit, Buffy screamed as an outbreak of pleasure erupted in her core.

The climax tightened the grip she held on his throbbing cock. His dick jerked inside her warmth and he came--shooting his desire in uneven spurts of inside her womb. He left his cock inside as he gave Buffy's ass another little swat.

"Did my naughty girl learn a lesson today?" Spike asked.

"Yes." Buffy affirmed. "Bad girls get fucked. Therefore, being good is overrated."





Part 10: Cherry on Top

Spike took Buffy to the hotel restaurant for a treat to show that he didn't have any hard feelings after the little sex game. And that's what it was-a game, just a bit of sexual activity to spark a little fun into their afternoon.

Buffy ordered an extra large hot fudge sundae with two spoons. Spike wanted some alcohol, but he thought it was too expensive to be worth his time.

"Are you looking forward to tonight?" He asked.

"Yea, but I don't know what I'll like better, the dinner, the dancing, or the sex?"

"You know what the right answer is, don't you slayer?"

"I think the right answer is the Spike." She took off her shoe and crawled her foot up the hem of his pants. "What are you looking forward to?"

"Of course I can't wait to do you." He teased.

She wanted to play footsie more aggressively. Buffy lifted her foot and nestled it between his legs. She stroked Spike's crotch with ease and confidence. His cock instantly stiffened at her touch.

The waiter came with the super sized dessert. This chocolate sundae was overloaded with fudge, whipped topping, vanilla ice cream, nuts, and sprinkles. To complement this treat a large red cherry sat atop this mountain of decadent sweetness.

"Yummy chocolatey goodness!" Buffy exclaimed.

She took the technicolor cherry by its stem and sucked all of the foamy whipped cream off of it.

Spike watched as her lips squeezed the round little fruit as her mouth devoured it. He thought she looked so erotic with out trying too hard.

Buffy handed Spike the stem. "Put this in your mouth and if your tongue can tie it in a knot. I want to see if you're a good kisser and this simple test will prove it."

"Slayer, you know my kissing, sucking and licking is the best you ever had, you don't need proof of my oral prowess." He said and took his first spoonful of the sundae.

"Oh is the big bad afraid he can't pass the smoochy smoochy test?" Buffy teased in a babyish voice.

Spike loved it when Buffy acted like a little girl. This was an indication that her slayer duties hadn't destroyed all of the perky innocence of a normal young woman. It seemed that time away from the hellmouth was good for her attitude. Spike loved to play along with her when she thought of tests for him to complete. He figured that anything was better than playing 20 Questions with Harmony.

"I can do it. I'll make a fucking origami bird of this stem." Spike popped the stem in his mouth.

Buffy watched as he struggled to accomplish the task. His face contorted as he worked his tongue and teeth around the stem. The slayer loved watching her sexy vampire squirm. This gave her an opportunity to eat her share of the treat without Mr. sweet tooth eating it all in one gulp.

She took a few seductively motivated spoonfuls of her dessert, it was Buffy's little way to distract Spike from his stem twisting mission.

He took the cherry stem out of his mouth. "Look a perfect knot."

"Good, but I thought you could make an origami bird." Buffy reminded him.

Spike looked at her with a seductive grin, "that would be showing off."

He took a spoonful of ice cream and took a bite. The next serving was offered up to Buffy's lips. Spike did this in a way that made Buffy feel like an enchanted princess being served by an anatomically correct prince.

"Thanks, Spike." Buffy said and sucked all the ice cream off the spoon. "I'm the luckiest slayer in the world, being fed yummy sweets by a handsome vampire."

Spike dipped the spoon back into the sundae and took a bite. He was gazing at Buffy and didn't notice that he had a bit of hot fudge on his mouth.

"You got something on you're mouth, baby."

Buffy crawled over to him and unabashedly licked the chocolate off his face. Spike pulled her in to a passionate kiss. Buffy straddled his slim hips. This time they were making out, with the tonguing, the groping, and the lust. This bit of open public affection wouldn't happen in Sunnydale, except for in dark corners of the Bronze or under a shady spot in the cemetery.

"Buffy is that you?"

She pulled away to see the owner of the familiar voice. It was her father.

"Buffy, I didn't know you were in town." He said. "I also didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"Dad. It's nice to see you. What are you doing here?" Buffy said as she gracefully got off of Spike's lap

"I'm meeting a business client, here." He replied. Mr. Summers was eyeing Spike with a suspicious glare. "Now would you like to introduce me to your travel companion?"

"Not particularly, since this is the first time in like 5 years you've actually cared about my life." She shot back with anger.

Spike tried his best to be polite. "I'm William and I'm in love with your daughter."

"That's nice, I'm Buffy's father Hank Summers." He went to shake Spike's hand. The vampire shook back, but acted very disinterested. Hank turned to Buffy. "Did your mother approve of this boy?"

"Mom always liked Spike. . .I mean William, but we got together after she past away. Anyway, why should her opinion on my current suitor matter to you, since you didn't respect her enough to even show up to her funeral." Buffy had tears in her eyes as she spoke.

Spike reassuringly stroked her shoulder. His first instinct was to attack Buffy's father, but he knew it was the wrong approach at this juncture.

"Buffy, you know that isn't fair. I was in Spain and couldn't get back in time." He replied.

"If that's the case, why didn't you come and see me and Dawn as soon as you could--to support and comfort us like a real father should."

"Buffy, if you wanted me to visit you should have asked." He said.

"Dad that's something that you should just do, without me begging you." Buffy's tear filled eyes spilled over on to her cheeks. "I need to go to the ladies room." She got up and ran to the nearest restroom, leaving Spike alone with her father.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence past between the two men. Spike used his words to combat Mr. Summers. "I know that you won't or can't emotionally care for your daughters . . .but I know that you can help them financially."

"I pay Dawn's child support every month." He replied.

"I hate to ask, but they need a little more, Joyce's life insurance was spent paying hospital bills."

Mr. Summers answered. "I'll talk to my accountant and I'll see what I can do. Anyway, my appointment is here so tell Buffy I love her and she can call me if she needs to talk some more."

Spike nodded as her father walked away. He waited a few minutes and Buffy hadn't returned from the bathroom.

Spike went to check on Buffy and knocked on the ladies room door. "Buffy? Are you in there? Come out and let me talk to you."

She didn't answer but came out a few seconds later. Buffy grabbed Spike in a tight embrace. "I don't want to talk. Will you take me up to the room? I just need you to hold me."

"I can do that." He said in an assuring tone of voice. Spike grabbed Buffy's hand and led her towards the elevators. He pushed the button that took the couple to the 9th floor where their room was located.

Buffy cuddled up to him in the elevator. "Sorry I ruined your trip. We wanted to have fun without other people getting in the way. We were having fun and then Angel and then my Father messed it all up. I think we're cursed."

He smiled at her with genuine affection. "I guess LA was a stupid place to go. And we're not cursed, I'll buy in to the soddin' curse theory when Drusilla shows up."

Spike got Buffy to laugh a little. This lightened the mood and she had stopped crying when they entered their hotel room. She plopped on to the bed. Spike curled up next to her. His hand caressed the curves of her body. He moved some of her golden hair off of her face. Whispering in Buffy's ear, Spike confessed his undying love to his beautiful vampire slayer.


Part 11: Secrets


Spike and Buffy were kissing. Their clothes were partially off as they intertwined their bodies as if they were merging into one. Spike's tongue explored the inside of Buffy's mouth with urgency.

She pulled away as negative thoughts entered her mind. It was just like Angel and her father to ruin her fun with Spike. He could almost sense the emotions flooding her brain.

"Buffy, are you SURE you don't want to forget about those bastards and let me treat you to a night on the town?"

She looked at him with a crooked smile. "Maybe."

Spike stroked the slender curves of her torso. "I know a few ways to make my girl feel better."

"Like what? Like more chocolate or something? Or does my Spike have any other ideas?" Buffy suggested. She tried to be innocent, but the underling meaning was purely sexual. She wanted Spike to tell her all the ways he could make her forget about Angel and her father.

Of course Spike took the bait and turned to the erotic. "No. I could cheer you up by touching you...tickling you…making love to you."

Spike reached out and tickled her lightly just below her breasts. Buffy involuntary giggled when he teased her bare skin in an uneven pattern.

"There's my girl and her pretty smile." He said. "It's my only sunshine, you know. When your face lights up, it's just the best thing ever."

She looked at him with pure joy, emphasizing his point. "I'm glad I make you happy."

"You know love, I wish I could do the same for you." Spike said and casually discarded his shirt.

"You know looking at your beautiful body is starting to cheer me up. Your washboard stomach is one of my favorite things."

"Is that a fact?" He asked.

"Yea, baby." Buffy answered. "I can tell, cause just looking at it is making me all wet, between my legs."

"Such a naughty little Slayer. If you find my body so attractive, is there anything you would like me to do with it? Cause just looking at it isn't gonna get you off." Spike said.

Buffy took a moment to contemplate her best response. Spike took no time to say what he wanted. "Do you like my mouth?"

"Yea, you know I can't get enough of the lips of Spike." She answered.

"You use to think that they were disgusting, when our engagement spell wore off." He looked at her with a questioning smirk.

Buffy offered a small smile. "I was just embarrassed that I liked them so much and that I wanted them to explore more areas of my body."

"And you know my lips can't get enough of those perfectly delectable titties."

Spike grabbed Buffy's breast out of her top. His cool tongue slid around the circumference of her nipple. He could feel the tip harden at his skilled touch. Buffy closed her eyes and concentrated on the exquisite feeling of his lips puckering around her dusky pink nipple. He fondled the cup of her other breast with the palm of his hand. Spike would intermittently squeeze the warm globe of silky slayer skin.

"Buffy love, you are so damn gorgeous." He whispered an almost unconscious declaration.

His body was room temperature, but the way he was caressing her tender flesh sent shockwaves of heat throughout her body. Each inch of Buffy was savoring the sensations. She began to breathe lustful gasps of desire. Spike decided to give her more of what she wanted and began to explore the lower regions of her lovely little body.

He slipped his hands into her silky panties. Spike worked on her clit as he twirled it between to fingers. His motions were slow and made Buffy's whole body tingle.

"Spike. More. Now." She demanded with lust fueled intonation.

He fulfilled her request by slipping a finger into her glistening pussy. Spike pushed the digit deep inside her slick walls and then eased it out. He repeated the fucking motion multiple times until the telephone rang.

Spike ignored the obnoxious ringing, but Buffy stretched to answer it.

"What are you doing?" He asked annoyed. Spike continued to finger her without missing a beat.

Buffy replied. "Picking it up."

"You're occupied at the moment, I'm pleasuring you." Spike said and added another finger for emphasis.

Buffy stubbornly picked up the receiver and tried to act like there wasn't a horny vampire jamming two cold fingers inside her. "Hello."

"Buffy, this is Dawn. How was the demon hunting mission? We didn't hear anything and I got kind of worried."

Spike's vampire hearing allowed him to listen in on both sides of the conversation. Since he heard it was Dawn, Spike quit playing with Buffy. He planned to make up for it later.

Buffy inadvertently whined and resumed the conversation. "Dawnie, it went fine. A few little snags, but overall things have been great, wonderful. So how is everyone in Sunnydale?"

Her sister replied, "We're fine, but since when do you talk about killing demons like its fun, like a hot date or something. I think you're turning into Faith or something."

Spike raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his liquor that was sitting on the bedside table.

"We had fun. Took care of the demon, real quick." Buffy said.

"I'm glad, but why are you staying the second night?"

"Dawn, I never said we were staying tonight."

The demon part of Spike loved to watch the slayer lie to her sister. She squirmed around in this uncomfortable situation.

"The person at the front desk said you didn't check out, so I just assumed." Dawn said.

"Spike and I are having a really good time. I really needed a break from the Doublemeat and the Hellmouth." Buffy answered.

"Is it romantic type fun?" She asked.

"Dawnie, no. Spike isn't Mr. Romance, but . . ."

Spike cringed as Miss Buffy denial reared her ugly head.

". . .we had as much fun as an evil vampire and a slayer in love can have on a little getaway." She finished. Buffy was totally redeemed in Spike's eyes. He kissed her neck as a sign of support.

"I knew it." Dawn said with an ecstatic tone to her voice. "You and Spike make such a cute couple."

"Dawn, is anyone else at home?" Buffy asked.

"No." She replied.

Buffy requested. "Don't tell them about us, just wait 'til we get home."

"O.k. But, I wanna hear all the details." Dawn said. "We'll have a girls night with salty snacks and talk of Spike's salty goodness."

"O.k. I'll give you the PG-13 version." Buffy said.

"I'm 15, so how about a PG-15 story?"

"Sure, Dawn. It will be fun, I don't want to keep secrets anymore."

Spike smiled at her answer. He couldn't wait for the date planned for the evening and the gift he was going to give Buffy.





Part 12: All We've Ever Done



When Spike saw Buffy in the red dress, he swore that in that moment that he became human. His body temperature rose by 30 degrees and he felt his heart twitch and it felt almost like a real heartbeat.

His jaw dropped when he saw the prettiest woman alive twirl around in the vibrant crimson outfit that contrasted so beautifully with her long blonde hair that cascaded down in feathery loose ringlets. She didn't wear a lot of make up, but her skin glowed with peachy radiance and her red glossy lips injected a bit of glamour to the look.

"Slayer, you're so beautiful. You're so out of my league. I'm about ready to ravage your tight little body."

She used the flowing fabric of the skirts and curtseyed like a woman from Spike's human days. "Glad you like it baby, and you look really sexy for me."

"It's all for my slayer. I bought this outfit for you and the trip."

Buffy thought that Spike's entire wardrobe consisted of black jeans and black t-shirts. He had a few button up shirts that he would wear once and a while, but that was the extent of his fashion choices. When Buffy saw him in those black dress pants and silky blue-green shirt, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"You look good." She said as she scanned her eyes over his thin muscular frame. "Really good. Too good to be just using the word good."

"Glad my gorgeous slayer approves of me. Am I a presentable gentleman?"

"Yea, but the peroxide hairdo still gives you a little bit of a sexy, kickass edge." She replied.

"I'm worried that some Hollywood producer will bask in the glorious and absolutely beautiful aura of my little vampire slayer an make her a star." Spike said with charm, bordering on thrall.

Buffy shyly admitted. "You look movie star worthy yourself."

Spike seductively strode over to Buffy. He acted predatory in a very appealing fashion.

He grabbed her close and they feel into a deep kiss. Spike worked his tongue into Buffy's open mouth. She explored the inside his with languid caresses and extreme passion. The vampire and slayer were wrapped up in this kiss. Spike was the first one to break from the oral embrace.

"We gotta stop." Spike pulled away.

Buffy pouted, she gave him the sad puppy dog eyes. "Why?"

"I don't want to have to rip off your dress and stake claim of every inch of your body. I gotta show you off and wine and dine you and then if I'm lucky I will pleasure you all night long."

She nodded back with understanding. "Wanna have a good time. It will be like a real date with candlelight and romantic music. And the all night pleasuring is a definite plus, and I know you have the stamina."

Spike shot that evil grin that always made Buffy's panties wet.

***

The dinner was great. The restaurant was a small gourmet place that only served a limited menu. The small establishment was cozy and urber intimate, especially for LA. This place was an old home converted into a plush dining experience. The lighting and the music gave a romantic glow to the restaurant, perfect for a date.

Buffy ordered the salmon. It was covered in a buttery cream sauce and was served with green beans and wild rice.

The couple shared a bottle of wine. Buffy sipped her wine; while Spike chugged the expensive vintage like it was water.

Spike was disappointed a classy place like this did not have the bloomin' onion and/or spicy buffalo wings. He settled on a stake, cooked very rare and complained that the piece of meat was too small for the price he paid. Spike made up for it by consuming alcohol at a mind-boggling rate. His vampire tolerance was so high that he was barely tipsy.

The conversation was great as per usual. Then the sexual tension rose. It reminded Spike of where they began---as lovers who hid their feelings through the guise of mortal enemies.

***

"Slayer, do you want to dance?"

She replied. "I would love to dance with you. How could I say no to a guy as handsome as you?"

"I don't trust your taste in men. Since you fell in love with Angel. . .and don't forget that little soldier boy." Spike answered back, he only thought he was joking, but Buffy interpreted it incorrectly.

"You brought those two up and it ruined my happy night of denial." Buffy complained with a little pout. "You are a little bit evil, so I should've expected as much."

Spike wanted to explain his philosophy and Buffy was eager to listen. "You can't run away from the past, I should know. You bloody can't run away from anything. If you recall this trip was suppose to be get away from everything and everyone."

"That's what I wanted. Just to be with you. And then all of my hidden problems rose to the surface. I'm so issues girl."

Spike laughed at her self-given nickname. "I've learned, through 146 years of living that you can try to run away from your issues, but some how they find you. You just got to roll with it, even confront it and then move on."

Buffy took his advice and then added some humor. "I'm taking advice from you and your two last exes were Drusilla and Harmony?"

Spike put on some good sexual anger for his next statement. "Bite your tongue little missy! Do you want to get spanked?"

"Later. I love it when you're horny and annoyed at the same time." She smiled wickedly.

"So what do you want, pet?" He asked.

"That dance you promised me looks awfully appealing, right now."

He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. She felt a spark of energy whenever he touched her.

The song was something neither of them recognized, but they moved anyway. The music pulsed through their bodies. Buffy was grinding her body into his muscular frame. She was getting hot just interacting with Spike. He grabbed her closer and savored the sensation of her small body swaying in a sensual rhythm. Spike slightly nibbled on her ear and then whispered sweet nothings into it. Buffy closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. She rested her head into his shoulder.

"You know the first time I saw you, you were dancing?" He softly spoke with an air of seduction. "I was so turned on by you. I've always wanted you."

"I want you. I want you now." She replied with lust. "Hotel. Bed. Now."

Spike captured Buffy by the hand and lead her away from the dance floor. He didn't say anything. It wasn't necessary.

They were so glad that the hotel was only a few blocks away. The couple ran like hell because the all night pleasuring was about to begin.





Part 13: Do Me


Clothes were flung off quickly, until Buffy was standing in the middle of the room clad only in a satiny red bra and lacy panties. Spike thought she looked even sexier, because she still wore the high-heeled sandals that matched her undergarments. Spike was already naked. His bulging erection stood at full attention in the presence of a beautifully nude Buffy. Her form was a work of art.

With a grace of a dancer, Spike turned Buffy around and lightly pushed her onto the bed. He mounted her in a slow fashion. Buffy's entire body anticipated the pleasure that was about devour her.

Body parts slapped against one another as tongues intertwined with sweet passion. His erection brushed up against the sensitivity of her blushing sex. Buffy could feel his balls swaying between her legs.

He surrounded her with protective vibe. Spike possibly grasped Buffy's breast. Callused hands kneaded the roundness of her chest. Black polished fingernails pierced the tenderness of her pink areolas as he blindly searched for Buffy's taut nipples.

She was at the point where she needed him inside her. Spike's mind was focused on another type of penetration. His mouth sucked her neck like he was giving her a hickey, until he barred his fangs lightly. He just made two little punctures to draw some blood, but focused on pleasuring her with pulsating kisses.

Buffy was nibbling on his ear when she cried out, "ooh my god . . .fangs. . .so good."

Spike realized they were both enjoying themselves, although he wanted to give his lover additional pleasure, by placing a couple of fingers inside her needy wet cunt.

"Spike! So, damn good. Fuck you're so hot."

He responded by sucking harder on her throat and it sent shock waves down to her pussy. Spike's fingers tapped against her spongy g-spot and his thumb rubbed her clit.

Buffy was consumed with these sensations. The rising of her passion exploded in grunts, screams, and erratic gasps. Spike felt those infamous slayer muscles squeeze as more wetness flowed from her molten core.

The smell of Buffy's rich blood and juicy pussy made Spike even harder and anxious for one good fuck. Spike cleaned up the wound in a loving fashion. He crawled off Buffy and she whined a little sound of disappointment.

"Where are you going, Spikey?" She asked.

"Gettin' something. . .wanna try something new." He pulled out four silk scarves of his over night bag. "I want you to tie me up to this bed and fuck the hell out of me."

"I'm the one that always gets tied up." She said with a skeptical glare as she jumped off of the bed and grabbed the scarves out of his hands.

"Things change, pet." Spike positioned himself on the bed in a spread eagle pose.

Buffy tied each limb to a bedpost. "Is this my reward for being a good girl? The opportunity to have you at my complete mercy and to do anything I want to your sexy body. This has always been a fantasy of mine."

"God, Buffy. Look how hard my cock is? Look what you do to me?"

The slayer smiled wickedly. "Is that a hint? A subtle way to tell me what you want?"

Spike replied. "No, pet. It was just an observation."

"Good." Buffy tickled the darker hair of his underarms.

He stifled his laugh as he struggled to maintain his badass image. "Vampire's are not ticklish, so don't try it, love." It was a lie, but he wanting to quickly change that path of foreplay and get to the good stuff.

Buffy stood up on the bed. She eyed her lover as she speculated what to do next. "So many fun things to play with..."

"Come on Slayer. Don't talk about it---just do me!"

"Got to find a way to shut the sexy vampire up." She said out loud but did not direct it to the other person in the room.

With a cat like crawl, Buffy eased her pussy up to Spike's chin. Her soft curls glistened with her own come. A few droplets rained down on to Spike's full lips and his tongue flicked out to get a preview.

"Open up for Buffy." She demanded. He compiled. She placed her pussy above his open mouth; her knees trapped his head like a vice. Buffy slowly moved downward. "Lick the fuck out of me."

At first Spike reverently kissed the outer lips of her sex. His mouth began to nibble on her slowly, and his tongue desperately tasted up towards her clit. Spike circled Buffy's swollen nub and she bucked towards him as he relentlessly swirled her sensitivity. Buffy squealed softly at his touch.

Spike's tongue followed the sweet trail to her quivering entry and penetrated her. He loved her taste, so warm and sweet. Buffy repositioned herself to give him better access to fuck her with his mouth. He tasted her, pulsing in and out of her creamy hole. Buffy gasped with delight. Spike lapped up her wetness and hungrily drank his lover to the brink of orgasm.

Buffy squirmed above his face, begging for more pleasure. Spike was making her feel so wonderful by swirling and teasing her cunt that, Buffy came hard and yelled in ultimate contentment. "Oh god, Spike! I love you!"

Spike's cock jerked as he watched her come right in his face. He was horny as hell when she started this little game and now his dick was strained to even a higher state of want. He fully expected her to get off of his face and ride his cock. Spike was surprised when she didn't go for the obvious.

Buffy, ever the gymnast rotated herself on his head, as if it was a pummel horse. Her pussy surrounded his face, but from the opposite angle. Spike was glad he didn't have to breathe, cause drowning in her quim was causing him erotic thrills.

She spoke to defend her actions. "I want to come again. This time I want to do it with that giant cock in my mouth."

Buffy could feel Spike's nod of approval. He resumed eating her out with a lust filled fervor in this new 69 position. She fell on top of him. Her hands reached for his rigid member. Buffy guided it into her mouth, which was salivating for a taste of his irresistible cock.

Spike sucked Buffy's clit at the same tempo as her mouth devoured his penis. She began to slam her hips against his face. Spike's tongue felt so good as it contorted itself inside her pussy.

The slayer stretched body and craned neck allowed more of his big dick inside her mouth. He loved the way that his slayer sucked cock, like her mouth knew all the secrets spots to drive him insane.

He wished his arms, were not restrained, because he had such great access to her voluptuous little bum. Spike thought that the slayer would have really flipped out if he got one of his hands free and would've placed a roaming finger up her tight little asshole. Buffy was concentrating on twirling her tongue around his cock and the feeling of his pleasuring mouth, so she might not notice his breaking free, but he wanted to show her that be trusted as her willing and slightly submissive sex toy.

The room was full of muffled grunts, stifled moans, and the sound of sucking. Buffy was coming again, and Spike could tell because her rhythm became frantic, almost desperate. His mouth flooded with her essences. Buffy felt so complete and beautiful, it was the perfect moment of ecstasy. Spike kept on kissing her damp and sensitive quim.

Spike's orgasm was not far behind. Buffy could feel his dick jerking around in her mouth and then the climax. He unloaded his desire down her throat; Buffy tried to swallow his massive offering of his come.

Buffy inhaled a deep breath of air and then cleaned up the rest of his spendings with her tongue. She couldn't believe that he began to get hard again, but expected it from Spike.

She slinked off of the bed. "Did you enjoy yourself Spike?"

"Yea, you are a goddess. Did my humble mouth worship my princess properly?" He licked his lips instinctively.

"Hell yea!" She smiled wildly.

"That's good. Does my girl wanna play some more?" Spike asked.

Buffy put her hand on his dick. "I know Spike Jr. is ready for another go."

"Always ready, love. Always ready for my girl."

She stroked his cock in a series of upword motions.

Buffy mounted him and slowly descended on his erection. "Ooh god, Spike," she gasped, "feels so damn good."

Spike could feel her surrounding him. "Love this. This is perfect, I get to watch you ride me and you do all the bloody work."

She began to bounce up and down on his long and thick cock. Buffy breathed heavily, "fuck, so filled up."

Her tits bounced as she writhed above him. Spike watched her face, consumed with pleasure. He also enjoyed the way her blonde hair moved against her shoulders. Spike closed his eyes; her visual presence was so arousing he thought he would come to soon if he looked at her for another moment.

Buffy began to buck against him with increased speed and intensity. Spike could feel her cunt squeezing and pulsing his rock hard shaft.

"Buffy. . .so damn tight."

"I'm coming baby. . .come with me Spike. . .fuck me baby." She was climaxing as she violently galloped his engorged tool.

Spike looked into her eyes as he released in orgasm, "I love you . . .forever . . .we're forever."





Part 14: Our House


Spike and Buffy left Los Angeles in the middle of the night. Both of them wanted to be held and getting out of bed was quite difficult. They had to get back to Sunnydale before the sun rose. That was the one problem about using the motorcycle; Spike couldn't use it in the daytime. Spike let Buffy wear his duster because the pre-dawn air was cool and crisp. She pulled her body close to his as they rode the motorcycle home.

Buffy was ready to tell her friends about her relationship with Spike. She silently vowed not to keep secrets or repress her true feelings. That whole denial thing is why she still had problems with Angel and her father.

Spike thought the trip was successful. Although the couple experienced problems, he enjoyed any alone time that he could get with the slayer. This girl was his everything, and he felt ecstatic that she finally accepted him completely.

When they arrived at the house, they were both tired. Spike made his way to the couch, nearly passing out. Buffy flopped herself on top of him and there was no where she would rather be. She was still wearing his leather duster and used it to cover the both of them.

He caressed a lock of hair out of her eyes as they snuggled in this face to face position.

"I had a good time with you," Buffy said, "I'm gonna miss you not in my bed all night."

"I liked it so much Buffy, being next to you, it made me feel like I'm yours, truly loved." He whispered the last part under his breath, "finally accepted."

An idea hit her and she quickly exclaimed, "move in with me, into my bed."

"Do you mean that Buffy? You better not be joking, because I'm going to say, yes."

She answered with a deep kiss. Spike matched her embrace with equal probing intensity. He cupped her breast on the outside the thin fabric of her t-shirt. It was exciting for Buffy to know that she was out in the open and that anyone could witness her tongue playing between Spike's lips.

They were both very tired from the sex, the traveling, and the lack of sleep. This slightly shortened the intense makeout session. The couple fell into sweet repose wrapped up in tangled limbs.

***

Dawn woke up early and went straight for the kitchen. She got half way down the steps when she saw the couple sleeping on the couch.

She was so excited that she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. Dawn ran upstairs to make sure Willow and Tara saw the cute couple on the couch.

She busted into their room. Willow and Tara were awake, but were just sitting in bed talking. "Guys! You gotta come downstairs."

"Dawn, is there something wrong?" Tara asked calmly.

"No. Buffy and Spike are cuddling on the couch, they look so cute." Dawn replied.

Willow asked. "Is it like they're together or something?"

"Yea. Come on and see for yourself." Dawn said. "I guess this trip was more about lovin' and less about demons."

"I guess it was a bit of both a little demon love thingy." No one laughed at Willow's joke. "You know. Spike. Vampire. Demonic. Secret romantic tryst."

Tara answered. "I hope he's not dangerous or unhealthy for her."

"You should see them together, it is cute and sweet, I think they look in love. And Spike is not evil. You know with the chip and we all have see him change last summer." Dawn spoke with rapid speed.

"Tara, do you want to come down and see them?" Willow asked.

"Of course, but part of me wants to give them a little privacy." She replied. "Let Buffy come to us on her own time."

Willow began to ramble. "If we are really quiet they might not know we've caught them and then Buffy can explain their relationship when she is ready. She's my best friend and I'm happy for her, if this is good, but I hate the idea that she is keeping secrets from us."

Tara crawled out of bed and put on her flowery silk robe. "Willow if you recall we were private for a while."

"Yea, but I had to come out of the closet."

"Maybe Buffy is working to come out of the demon closet if there is such a thing." Tara said.

Dawn was giddy and was so happy to see her sister in love. "Let's have a peek before they wake up."

The three girls tiptoed down the steps.

Tara caught a glimpse of them and loudly gasped. Willow covered her mouth. Dawn giggled and supported her weight on Willow's shoulder, this created a domino effect and all three girls fell down a few stairs and landed on to the floor. The crashing sound startled Buffy and Spike as they woke up with an instantaneous start.

"What the bloody hell!" Spike growled.

Buffy jumped off Spike. "Hi, you guys. This is pretty much what it looks like."

Spike tightened his gaze on the three girls who were in the process picking themselves off of the landing. "We're you little ladies spying on us?"

"No. Spike, we woke up and tried to be quiet, so we wouldn't bother you." Willow said with a weak smile on her face.

Tara walked towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make breakfast." She didn't want to act like the whole thing was a big deal.

"Wait a second. . ." Buffy took a deep breath before she spoke again. "I'm in love with Spike and we've been together for a while now. I hope you are all o.k. with that."

Willow said. "Yea, I'm a little worried, but this past summer I learned to trust Spike."

Tara interjected. "If he makes you happy and if you make him happy that's all that matters right?"

Dawn exclaimed. "I'm excited. I always knew Spike was a good catch. Now, will you two spend more time around here?"

Buffy nodded and Spike flashed his girlfriend a coaxing smile.

"This is another thing I wanted to tell you guys. . .I've invited Spike to move in with us." Buffy bit her lip with uncertainty.

The room was silent for only a few seconds when there was a knock at the door.

It was Xander and Anya. Willow had invited everyone to breakfast to welcome Buffy back from her trip. Dawn answered the door.

Spike and Buffy were sitting on the couch. He had an arm around her.

"Why is everyone standing around?" Xander asked.

Tara scampered off, "I'm just going to make breakfast."

Willow followed close behind. "I'm gonna help and Dawn don't you have to get ready for school?"

Dawn made an aggravated teenaged growl and stomped up the stairs. "I miss all the fun."

Out of all of her friends, Buffy worried about how Xander would react to her love affair with her beautiful blonde vampire. Xander only saw Spike as an annoying undead bleach-blonde freak.

"Buffy is there bad news? Did someone die?" Anya asked.

"No. I have good news. No deaths, except for Spike, who is already. . .like my boyfriend."

"What?" Xander was in shock.

Anya explained. "He's her lover. The one that gives orgasm through hours of hot sweaty sex. I've always thought Spike would be quite skilled at giving orgasms. I've noticed that huge bulge in his jeans."

"Anya!" Xander scolded her crude comments that send unsavory thoughts through his brain.

"Spike is hot, but not temperature wise and really not a lot of sweat, just my sweat." Buffy said as she put her hand on Spike's thigh.

"I did not need those mental images." Xander scrunched his face with disgust. "Is this another love spell?"

"No you stupid git." Spike said. "Better get use to me Harris, cause I'm moving in to the Slayer's house."

Xander fainted on to the floor.

Anya went to his side and tried to revive him. "Don't worry he'll get use to Spike just like he got use to that Angel guy."

Buffy said. "No. It will be different. With Spike I will have a happy ending, he is my long haul guy."

Spike and Buffy kissed passionately and didn't care who saw them do it.



The End



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