Worth a Second Go
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Written by: Pattyanne
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Summary: This is the way I would have ended 'Harsh Light of Day'
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Part Three...


"I think this will be a lot more fun if you take these off."

Buffy's voice interrupted his carnal daydreams, and it took him a moment to focus and realize she was referring to his trousers.

"I think you're right," he said, with a smart ass grin on his face.

Although he hated having to pull his rigid shaft away from her warm little hand, he forced himself to do it, then stood up on the bed and shoved the tight denim down around his ankles.

Buffy pulled them off as he lifted one foot at a time, then threw them onto the growing pile of their discarded clothing.

Since he had an aversion to wearing any sort of underwear, there was nothing between his hard on and her eager fingers.

"Better?" he asked, caressing her hair.

She looked up at him and smiled. "All kinds of better." Taking a firm hold of him, she moved her hand slowly up and down, squeezing a little as he'd indicated he liked.

It was only a matter of moments before Spike felt the warning signs of impending climax, and he pushed her hand away before something embarrassing could occur.

Buffy looked puzzled. "Did I do something wrong? Don't you like it?"

"Hell, yes I like it," he said. Taking her hands, he lifted them and pressed a slow kiss into each soft palm, lightly touching them with his tongue. "But I almost came in your hand. That can be a lot of fun, but I'm not gonna rush through this." He gave her a lacivious wink. "There's lots more fun to be had."

Before she could say anything in reply, Spike slipped his arms around Buffy's slender waist and turned to lower her to the mattress.

Lying down next to her, he guided her into a position where she was straddling his waist, one knee on either side of him.

He slid down on the bed beneath her, until her sex was directly over his face, then pulled her down to his hungry mouth.

Spike could tell by her reaction that this was a completely new experience for her. Sparing a brief, contemptuous thought for the two idiots who'd neglected her sexual education so shamefully, he slid his tongue up and down her cleft. Pushing it deeply inside her, he moved it around, then began slipping it in and out of her, in a simulation of intercourse.

Above him, Buffy was panting and squirm- ing as he worked at her, gasping out little half formed words that made no sense.

When he located the sensitive button at the apex of her sex, he licked it and sucked at it, rewarded by her cries of pleasure.

He took hold of the firm cheeks of her ass, keeping her where he wanted as he ate her out, using every trick in his vast arsenal to drive her right up the fucking wall and back down again.

The kittenish sounds coming from her lips were music to him, spurring him on to make this experience everything that it could be...doing it for her.

Moving one hand down, he carefully inserted his index finger inside of the tight warmth his tongue was playing in.

A few thrusts and one last hard suck on her clit was all that was needed to bring her to a nerve shattering climax. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him tightly against her as she ground herself down on his face.

Trying not to scream loud enough to let everyone in town know what was happening to her, Buffy felt her body stiffen, then go limp as she collapsed beside him.

Spike wiped his wet face on the back of his hand as the slayer looked at him, smiling like a cream filled kitten.

Before she could say anything, he reached for her, pulling until she was stretched out on top of him.

"See how sweet you taste," he said, kissing her and sliding his tongue deeply into her mouth.

When he broke the kiss to allow her to breathe, Buffy let her head drop down on his chest. "Ooooh...my god."

He chuckled. "Did you enjoy that, kitten?"

"Enjoy," she moaned. "doesn't even begin to describe it."

Tangling his fingers in her hair, Spike made her look at him. "No one's ever done that for you before, have they?"

She shook her head. "No."

"I didn't think so," he said derisively. "Stupid fucks didn't know how important that is for a girl...that she needs that kind of attention."

Buffy grinned. "Isn't it important for a boy too?"

He smiled back. "Well, it CAN be...but we'll save that for later. Right now, there's something else I want."

"And what would that be?"

"That would be THIS." Rolling her over suddenly onto her back, he nudged her legs apart and rubbed his swollen cock against the wet heat between Buffy's thighs. "I want to be inside you...feel if your pussy is as tight as you said it is."

Buffy was just as aroused by the things he was saying as she was by his actions.

This verbal foreplay was another thing she'd not experienced with her two previous lovers. Angel had pretty much limited himself to tender vows of love, uttered over and over again. Though it had been wonderful to hear, it hadn't had the same effect that Spike's explicitly sexual comments were evoking in her.

Parker's sex talk, she now realized, wasn't even worth thinking about. He'd used a few raw words, but they'd only embarrassed her.

At the time, she'd thought it was because of her own lack of experience.

Now, she knew that it was because Parker was such a "boy", compared to Spike.

And she didn't want a boy anymore. She wanted a man. One that knew what he was doing.

No...not ' a ' man...she wanted ' this ' man. Want- ed him now...the same way she'd wanted him when she'd seen him for the first time.



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She had been restless that night. Sitting in the Bronze with Xander and Willow, making stupid small talk and trying to at least look as through she was studying her French lessons.

She'd hated taking French. Hated it and resented it. When the hell was she going to need to speak French? It wasn't like she was gonna be off slay- ing vampires on the Champs E' lys`ees.

When she couldn't stand to sit still one more second, she and Xander had coaxed Willow out onto the dance floor. As her body had moved and pulsed with the music, she'd noticed someone standing on the edge of the dance floor, had felt his eyes on her.

She hadn't been brave enough to stare back, but she'd purposely begun to dance a little more enticingly.

When she'd turned away, she'd heard him say something about a girl being attacked by a vampire in the alley. She'd been so pissed about being interrupted that she'd ran outside without a weapon.

After she'd dealt with yet another vamp that thought he'd be the one to bring the slayer down, Spike had stepped out of the shadows, applauding her performance.

Since she'd been too shy before, she'd taken a good long look at him, and her brain had instantly classified him as the hottest guy she'd ever seen.

After he'd issued his death threat and she'd known him for what he was, she had wanted to stamp her foot in fury. It just wasn't fair...a face and body like that belonging to a vampire. Something she couldn't have and would probably have to kill.

No matter how many times they clashed, she'd never been able to shake that little zing of sexual attraction she'd felt for him, making it damn difficult for her to honestly want him dead.

And though she'd never admitted it to any- one, Spike had played the leading role in many of her most erotic nighttime dreams and occasional daytime fantasies.

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*Which are finally about to come true...*





Part Four.....


"I'm ready," Buffy said, rubbing her cheek against his. "And I'm definitely wet enough."

"Mmm..yes you are." Spike raised himself slightly, making a sliver of room between their bodies. "Now...reach down and take me in your hand...just like that...and put it where you want it."

She wrapped her fingers around him, rubbing the tip of his shaft against her opening. "Like this?"

"Yes, baby," he encouraged her. "That's perfect...spread your legs a little bit more...ahh...fucking hell.. you weren't kidding...you ARE tight...."

He penetrated her slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of him as he slid into her body. Advancing, then pulling back a little at a time, making it easier for her.

When he was completely buried inside her, he held himself still with a massive effort of will. "Am I hurting you, baby?"

He really didn't WANT to hurt her. For some reason, this little slayer...whose death he had once planned in gleeful detail...was inspiring feelings of tender- ness in him. The sort of tenderness that he'd only had for one other woman.

He had always enjoyed a good, hard, rowdy fuck as much as the next guy, but he'd never taken pleasure from hurting a girl in bed, and he'd never committed rape. Not once.

It had become a weird source of pride for him, not having to resort to brute force when he wanted a woman. He found sexual pleasure to be much more satisfying when it was mutual.

Plus, he enjoyed doing the things girls liked. The things that aroused them in- creased his own excitement. Eating a girl's pussy was just as good for him as it was for the girl he was doing it to.

But Buffy was shaking her head, no. He wasn't hurting her.

Slowly, he began to thrust. All the way in, he would pause a moment and press down on her sweet spot, giving it a little friction.

Then out, almost all the way, never losing their connection.

She was writhing beneath him, making those sweet little sounds again, driving him mad with lust.

"Yes, baby...that's my girl...you like that, don't you...you want me...give it to me good, baby...fuck me back...do it...come on..."

His words were pushing up the level of her desire, making hat he was doing feel even better, and Buffy knew that she getting close to what promised to be a spectacular orgasm.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in her ear. "Do you like me fucking you?"

"Yes," she panted. "It's good...so good..."

When he felt her begin to lift her hips to meet his downstrokes, he knew she was ready for him to go fast and hard.

He felt her tightening around him even more, felt the increase in her fluids, until everything was hot and slick.

"Open...your...eyes," he said through clenched teeth. When she complied, he looked directly into her light green gaze. "You ready to come, baby? You want it? Want me to make you...ahh, fuck...make you come?"

Buffy was beyond coherent speech, and had to rely on body language sig- nals.

Sliding her hands down his back, she dug her nails into his ass. The sound he made in response was what she needed.

She came hard, and the clamping down of her internal muscles triggered Spike's orgasm.

Three more deep thrusts was all it took to set him off, making them both scream at the intensity of their mutual climax as he gave her every drop of his copious ejaculation.

He collapsed on top of her, thrusting weakly a few more times as he felt her stroking the back of his neck, and rubbing his shoulders.

They stayed that way for a while, then he lifted his head to look at her, marveling at the sight of her flushed skin glistening with a light sheen of perspiration.

Smoothing her mussed hair, he dropped a light kiss on her lips. "You all right, luv?"

"Mm-hmm...I'm way better than all right."

"Are you now?" he grinned. "Tell me."

"No," she said. "You're conceited enough already."

Spike chuckled. "Never mind...you don't have to tell me, I can see for m'self."

"See what?"

"See a very satisfied little slayer, who was just very well fu..."

Buffy clapped her hand over his mouth, laughing when he nipped at her palm.

Not wanting to leave the delicious warmth of her body, Spike rolled off of her and took her with him. Nestling her head on his chest, she almost purred when she felt him stroking her hair.

"Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering...um..."

"Wondering what, kitten?"

"Did I...did I do things right? Was it good."

He had never heard her speak so hesi- tantly. Her experience with Big-Asshole- On-Campus had really undermined her self esteem.

Of course, his own comments about her not being worth a second go hadn't helped matters, and he was sorry now that he'd said it.

So, what could he tell her that she would believe? That she was beautiful and sexy? Desirable in every way? That Parker, and Angel for that matter, were a couple of brain dead fuckheads that couldn't see something special even when she was standing right in front of them?

Cupping her chin, he tilted her face up and looked into lovely green eyes that silently pleaded with him to be kind.

How could he not be?

"No. Not good," he said, shaking his head a little. "Incredible...fucking amazing." He gave her a cocky smile. "Or should that be amazing fucking?"

He heard her release a long held breath, and he almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of this entire situation.

The slayer...the best one he'd ever gone up against...was lying in his arms, and despite his words, it hadn't been just 'fucking' . It had shown many of the signs of lovemaking.

This girl had been his most worthy opponent, the biggest challenge he'd ever faced. Now, in the space of one afternoon, she'd gone from enemy to lover.

If he had to choose one of those things, he knew damned well which one he was going to pick.

He could always find someone to fight with, but how often did a girl like this come along?

She moved up and gave him another long and lingering kiss that made his toes curl, then pulled away and smiled at him.

He traced that smile with his fingertip. "I don't know how any man could taste you once, and not want you forever."

He watched her smile widen.

"So," she asked pertly. "D'ya think I'm worth a second go?"

"Let me prove it to you...make love to you again."

She appeared to think it over, then shook her head. "No," she said firmly.

This wasn't what he'd expected to hear. Was she actually going to tell him that this had been a one shot deal, and that they'd now be reverting back to their previous relation- ship?

He opened his mouth to tell her that there was no way in hell THAT was gonna happen, but she stopped him before he could say anything.

"This time," she said, making herself com- fortable on top of him, "I'm gonna make love to you."

Spike grinned at her, both delighted and relieved by her words. "I'm all yours, luv," he said, surprised once again at how com- pletely he meant those words.

They had only just begun the preliminaries when they were startled by loud voices and footsteps in the hallway, signaling that classes were over for the day, and students were returning to their rooms.

Spike pulled out of their kiss, frowning. "I guess I should go," he said reluctantly, frus- tration evident in his voice.

Buffy nodded, no happier than he was.

"Willow's last class is only a five minute walk."

He was about to to ask her to come with him, when the phone rang, and the answering machine clicked on, inviting the caller to leave a message.

"Hi, Buffy, it's me." Willow's voice sounded high pitched and giggly, as if someone was tickling her. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be coming back tonight...quit that...I can't think...."

In the background, they heard a muffled voice say something.

"If you need me," Willow went on, "I'll be with Oz and...I'll just go to class from here so...see you tomorrow night. Bye."

As they listened to the message, the same slow smile appeared on their faces.

"What luck," Buffy said.

"Yeah...remind me to send that girl some flowers."

Their mouths came together in a kiss that was equal parts slow tenderness and enthusiastic lust, as their hands retraced the trails they'd blazed over each other's bodies just moments ago.

When he entered her, Buffy had one last hazy thought before her mind shut down and let her body take the wheel.

*like siamese twins....joined at the....*



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A few hours later....

"Buffy?"

"Hmmm?" Her voice was soft, on the verge of sleep.

His eyes closed, Spike wrapped his arm tighter around her. "If I promise not to kill him, will you let me find that stupid boy and beat him up?"

"Well....only if you promise."

"I do, luv...I do."
 

 


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