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Series title:
Blue
Part title:
The Bronze - echoes
Chapter Summary:
Heading into town, Buffy and Spike are out for the ingredients for two
forgetting spells only it seems they don't really want to forget.
Rating:
NC17
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SERIES PARTS
The Bronze chapter 1
Walking down the street, Buffy couldn't help noticing the way Spike kept
looking at her hands; he would stare at them for a few minutes, then sigh and
look away, then repeat the process. The spell Willow had accidentally cast
yesterday morning had left a deep scar on them both, and Buffy kept finding
herself looking up at him and smiling--at Spike of all people. They both felt
uneasy about the feelings that lingered between them, and this was the reason
they were now walking down the main street together, headed to the Magic Box in
search of a cure.
"Buffy?" A guy ran across the street to them and stopped in front of her,
panting hard.
"Oh…Riley!" Buffy managed a broad, albeit fake, smile.
Extending her hand out behind her she pushed Spike backwards by what she thought
would be his stomach; Spike chuckled down at her small hand firmly pressed
against his crotch, and Buffy's eyes widened. She thanked god that Riley didn't
notice.
Spike backed off a few feet and stared at his chipped nail varnish while
secretly watching them; Riley eyed him suspiciously.
"Who's he?" Riley nodded towards Spike and Buffy did her best to look
incredulous.
"Who's who?"
"That guy you're with." Fixing his eyes on her, Riley noticed she was
excessively edgy.
"Not with, well…technically yes, but in the with sense, no." She realised
she was making things worse.
"What?" He frowned at her--she was even more confusing than usual.
"We're just out, walking…for pizza!" And the ingredients for two forgetting
spells. Smiling triumphantly, she watched as Riley frowned at Spike. Turning
to look at him, she didn't think he was doing anything unusual--just smoking
like he always did.
"Pizza?" Riley looked back at her and smiled--maybe he was being paranoid.
"Yeah, Spike's just helping me carry them to Xander's for a movie night." She
instantly regretted it the moment the words left her lips.
"The Spike?" Suddenly Riley felt he wasn't being paranoid. Taking a
moment, he studied Spike; there was something familiar about him, but he'd moved
out of the light and Riley couldn't see his face properly.
"About that…it was just a joke. I saw the way you looked at me when you caught
me looking at the dresses. His just happened to be the first name that popped
into my crazy little head." Buffy tried to smile sweetly but it just came off as
awkward.
Spike stepped forward slightly so he was back under the streetlight and Riley's
attention was immediately drawn back to him, Spike was tapping his foot
impatiently. When their eyes met, Spike's brows furrowed and he sneered.
"He looks familiar." Riley finally placed Spike's face.
Spike's expression changed abruptly, his look becoming twitchy as he recognised
who Riley was.
"Everyone says that--you're probably just thinking of Billy Idol." Buffy turned
to look at Spike, focusing on his lips as he smiled at her with the air of a
barely restrained killer.
But Riley wasn't thinking about Billy Idol; it was two words for certain, but it
started with Hostile and ended with 17. Quickly looking down at Buffy, he
noticed the look she was giving Spike--surely she knew he was a vampire. Riley's
hand slipped down to his side and into his pocket. He was just about to call for
back up when Buffy turned her attention back on him.
"So Riley, where were you going?" This time her smile was genuine and warm, and
Riley let go of his beeper.
"Buffy…about your friend…" Riley caught her arm and suddenly looked serious. He
was going to sound crazy if he told her the man she was with was a vampire, but
if she were a friend of Hostile 17's then she had to know who he was; she was
harbouring a HST.
"Yes?" Buffy didn't like this. Her guard had gone up the second he'd touched
her, and she could practically feel Spike's unease. Something was definitely
wrong here.
"It's…definitely Billy Idol…I have to go, meeting Graham for coffee." Riley let
his shoulders sag slightly then smiled at her. "See you around?"
"Sure." She watched him closely as he walked towards the coffee shop, purposely
passing close by Spike, whose jaw clenched up and nostrils flared as his eyes
met Riley's.
Turning away Buffy started for the Magic Box again; Spike jammed his hands into
his pockets and caught up with her. Buffy couldn't help noticing how jumpy he
was; he kept repeatedly looking back over his shoulder and then down at her.
"How long have you known?" He caught her arm and she frowned at his cool skin
touching hers, trying to ignore the way her body hummed under his fingers.
"Known what, Spike?" She looked up at him.
"That he's one of your late night commando stalkers." Spike gave a sideward
glance towards the Espresso Pump, and Buffy almost laughed until she realised
that was a serious look of fear on his face.
"Riley? No…he works at my college…no…" Buffy shook her head like she
didn't want to believe him, but the more she shook it the more things tumbled
into place. Riley was always out late at night and appearing mid-patrol, he was
hanging around the night Spike had escaped, and he did as many disappearance
acts as she did.
"'Fraid so pet. Recognised the scent of the place all over him--no way I'm
forgetting that." His look had changed to one of hatred; he stared towards the
coffee shop with brows knit.
"Spike…" Buffy touched his arm and he came crashing back to reality as he looked
down at her small hand resting on him. "It'll close if we don't move."
Spike shook his head and walked towards the Magic Box. As he opened the door, he
looked back towards Buffy, who was still standing there staring at the coffee
shop.
"Coming, pet?" Watching her, he was starting to think about the spell. Being
engaged to Buffy hadn't been bad, kissing Buffy hadn't been bad, seeing Buffy
pine for another man--that tore him up inside.
Buffy looked around at him. He was standing there patiently waiting for her, and
she had to admit that for all his big bad persona he wasn't as bad as she
thought he was--and he was damn hot at kissing. She bit her lip and wondered if
a forgetting spell would really be necessary; something inside didn't want to
forget that for a short while she was the happiest she'd ever been in a long
time.
Stepping into the store, she pulled a list out of her pocket and started
scanning the shelves. Spike followed her every move and had started looking edgy
again.
"What?" Buffy turned towards him as he sighed for the millionth time.
"Just remembering last time we were here."
She'd remembered it too, the second she'd crossed the threshold of the shop.
Spike helping her and Angel realise some things about their relationship as they
fought off vampires, that night she'd been pissed at him for kidnapping her
friends and destroying her fragile relationship with Angel. The day after had
been a different matter--she'd remembered everything Spike had said to them and
how insightful he was compared to Angel; even without a soul Spike could still
see things clearly in the world of love.
"You were kinda right about me and Angel. It was doomed." Buffy took a step
towards him and was fascinated when his whole look softened at her approach; she
felt like she had some power over him.
As their eyes met, she suddenly felt it was the opposite; he had some kind of
power over her. They stayed locked in each other's eyes for what seemed like an
eternity, standing only inches away from each other. Spike's breathing matched
Buffy's own rhythm as their hands met. She felt her heartbeat quicken under his
gaze, the electric feel of his fingers in hers as they touched. As she leant
forwards slowly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in an invitation for
him to kiss her, she felt his hand leave hers and snake around her waist. Buffy
almost stopped breathing in anticipation.
"Miss, we're closing now."
Coming out of their moment, Buffy started breathing again and looked up at Spike
awkwardly. His lips were slightly parted, and he had a look of disappointment on
his face. Somehow Buffy had expected him to be looking at the shop assistant
with bloody murder in his eyes, but his eyes were firmly fixed on her own face
in a look that said he needed her as much as she needed him.
"Miss?" The shop assistant was starting to look impatient.
"We'll come back tomorrow." Buffy sighed out loud as she sung internally,
another night of being able to keep this feeling, this connection she felt with
him.
Grabbing Spike by the hand, she pulled him out of the shop; he didn't look like
he was going to protest over having to spend another night with his feelings for
Buffy and his memories intact.
Stopping out in the street she turned to him and brushed her fingers down his
leather duster, smoothing it out before grasping hold of it tight around the
collar, dragging him down and forcing his eyes level with hers.
"Don't make a big deal, please?" Buffy whispered in his ear.
"Promise." Spike smiled at her as she let him go then eyed the Espresso Pump.
"Coffee?"
"They'll be expecting us back and Riley…" Buffy chewed on her lip again at the
thought--she didn't want Riley anywhere near Spike.
"Don't worry about your tin soldier, love. I'm pretty certain he wasn't out for
coffee." Spike smirked at her and started towards the Espresso Pump. Buffy
paused for a moment; feeling like she was about to fall off a cliff if she made
the wrong move, then followed him.
She caught up with him outside. He was standing staring at the coffee shop.
Following his gaze, she saw Riley at the counter, surrounded by three guys in
camouflage. She silently thanked heaven that Riley had his back to her. When
Buffy stopped watching Riley, she looked up at Spike, only to find him looking
at her with a pained expression. Buffy sighed as she realised he'd been watching
her staring at Riley. How would I feel if the guy I was just engaged to was
staring at another girl?
"You want to go to the Bronze? I'll buy you a beer?" She smiled warmly and he
couldn't help smiling back at her as he raised his brows.
"You can buy beer?" He chuckled dryly as she looked shy.
"Alright, I'll give you the money to buy beer."
"Sounds like a deal." Sounds like a date.
"Bet I can beat you at pool…" Buffy started to smile up at him, but her face
dropped as she saw Riley nearing them, commando guys in tow. Her first reaction
was to grab Spike and run but it was too late for that. She settled for touching
his hand gently as a warning. Spike inhaled sharply then frowned.
"Buffy? No pizza?" Riley smiled broadly at her, his friends rolled their eyes at
being dragged over to see her.
"Playing action man?" Spike grinned and lit up a cigarette, lifting a brow
expectantly.
"Paintball." The guy Buffy knew as Graham looked Spike over and nodded slightly
as he turned to meet Riley's eyes.
"Paintball, huh? At night, in the middle of Sunnydale, with only 3 other guys?"
Buffy raised her own brows at Riley and waited patiently for his answer.
"We were just meeting up before we go play, the other guys are back at base…I
mean the paintball base…" Riley backtracked. Buffy frowned, and then gave a
sideward glance to the others as she assessed the situation.
They knew Spike was the hostile they were after. Riley would know that she knew
Spike was a vampire, and if anything went down his friends would want to take
her in too, probably to erase her memory or something equally creepy. Maybe
they'd put a chip in her head. Spike would love that.
Looking briefly at Spike, she could see he was calculating the quickest route
out of here. Buffy smiled at how, out of all the commandos present he was the
only one managing to do things surreptitiously--everyone was paying him
attention, and he seemingly returned it.
Buffy watched as Riley glanced at Graham. "Buffy, I haven't introduced you to my
friends. Can't believe how rude I am sometimes."
She tensed at exactly the same time as Spike did. If someone had been watching
closely enough, they would've sworn they were connected to each other somehow,
both being pulled by the same strings.
"Buffy, this is Graham, John, and Carl."
They extended their hands one by one and Buffy gripped them tightly as she
smiled sweetly. She felt triumphant when a small cracking noise in Carl's wrist
caused him to grimace. As she turned back to Riley, however, she suddenly felt
sick.
"And this is Buffy's friend Spike." He smiled at Spike who arched a brow
and flicked his cigarette to one side like he wasn't bothered by his attempt to
fluster him.
Shaking each hand in turn, Spike kept his face emotionless as he crushed each
one. When he finally let go of Riley's, he wiped it on his jeans with disgust.
"That's some handshake you've got there, pretty cold hands." Riley was fumbling
about in his pocket and Buffy started to panic.
"Warm heart." Spike growled and shot a look to Buffy that said 'wrap it up pet,
I'm through playing.'
"Can I have a word?" Buffy grabbed Riley's arm tightly and dragged him away from
his friends.
"What's wrong?" Riley looked down at her with innocence written across his face.
"Don't give me that. I know who you are, Riley. The question is--do you know who
I am?" Buffy took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She hated having to
give this speech; it usually ended with questions she didn't want to answer.
"I know who he is."
"Spike, William the Bloody, Scourge of Europe, over a century old and no one, I
mean no one, is turning him to dust on my watch. More recently, chipped by your
little pals in that lab underground somewhere." Buffy was going for letting him
know that she knew more about Spike than Riley could ever imagine.
"Well…I didn't know all that…" Riley looked down at his feet then back up at
her. "What are you?"
"What am I?" Buffy sighed in frustration. "Human, just like you. I
know he's a vampire, and I know thanks to you he's pretty harmless, I can't let
you experiment on him like a lab rat. He works with me, helps me in my calling."
She couldn't believe she was saying all this just to save Spike's hide--Giles
was going to kill her.
"Calling? What is it you two do together? Slay demons?" Riley chuckled at her,
and she frowned. "Oh…"
"Ever heard of the Slayer? Into every generation is born a Slayer, the chosen
one…she who walks about graveyards at night with a pointy stick, fights demons,
averts apocalypses?"
"No."
"Look it up because right now, Riley, Spike and I are leaving. I have to get him
back before we're missed. I won't let him hurt anyone--he spends most of his
time locked up and eating pig's blood." Buffy lost her sharp look as she glanced
towards Spike then back up at Riley. "Please don't come after us--I'll explain
more when I next see you. It's complicated, but I just can't let someone as
harmless as Spike get torn apart; it's wrong. Please, Riley."
Buffy touched his arm and could see in his eyes he was trying to absorb
everything she was telling him. Riley had heard stories, tales of mystical demon
hunters; he'd never realised they were about girls, but if Buffy was the Slayer
then a lot of the things that happened when she was around suddenly made sense.
Seemed both of them had a secret identity, and neither of them were willing to
share.
"Fine, but if he's out alone we're taking him down." Riley nodded towards his
friends and they started walking over to him, leaving Spike alone and pacing
like a wild cat.
"He won't be alone. If he listens to anyone, I've come to realise that it's me.
I don't think thanks is good enough, but thanks anyway--maybe someday we could
get coffee and I could answer the questions I know you have buzzing around your
head." Buffy smiled up at him warmly, and he couldn't help smiling back.
"Maybe I should set them as homework." Riley watched as her eyes widened.
"You can set homework?"
"Yeah, we could call it Slayer 101, intro to the Slayer. Coffee, soon." Riley
was walking backwards away from her and as he waved a hand at her, she waved
back.
Turning around she found Spike only inches behind her; he was looking down at
her with contempt.
"Don't give me that look--you know how hard it is to be the diplomat?" Buffy
sighed up at him and he continued to frown.
"Looked more like fraternising with the enemy to me, pet."
Buffy ignored him and checked her watch. It was still before ten pm, but by now,
the gang would be worrying about them. Spike watched her closely as she frowned
at the little hands of the clock and then up at him.
"Home time?" He narrowed his eyes at her but she just walked off towards a phone
booth, Spike paused for a moment then followed her.
"Stay quiet." Buffy gave him a warning look, and then punched the numbers into
the phone. Listening to it ringing at the other end, she tapped her foot
impatiently.
"Giles, it's Buffy…No, we're fine, Spike's remembered something about the
commando base…Yes, we'll check it out, just wanted to let you know I'm okay…No,
it's not so unusual, thought the gang would worry…No…The magic shop was
closed…we'll go tomorrow…Okay…I'll have him back soon…Bye."
Spike arched a brow at Buffy. He liked how naughty this girl could be and
couldn't resist picking her up on it. "So going commando hunting are we, or do
you do this every time you want to go out without an escort? Watcher boy a
little strict on poor liddle Buffy?"
"If you'd rather I took you home and chained you in the bath tub…" Buffy stepped
up to him and leant her head back, pouting her shiny red lips out at him.
"Can think of better places to be chained up…" Spike tilted his head to one side
and watched her lips intently as she smiled.
"You're a pig, Spike." She pushed him playfully and then started up the street
towards the Bronze.
Spike shrugged and followed her, watching her hips switch side to side as she
walked. He licked his lips and smiled. She had a fine backside to her, and she
oozed power with her little girl strut. Buffy looked over her shoulder at Spike,
practically feeling his eyes all over her body, her skin burning wherever they
fell.
Pushing the door to the Bronze open Buffy slipped him some money and watched as
he walked to the bar. Half of her had expected him to make a break from her back
in the street, but it seemed he was as enthralled with her as she was with him.
Having bought the drinks, Spike found her setting up the pool table as she'd
promised earlier. Slipping his jacket off he sighed.
"Doing it all wrong, sweetheart."
"Am not." Buffy pouted at him but he took the triangle off her anyway and racked
the balls up. Muttering something under her breath Buffy walked over to the
cues.
Sitting at the table she watched Spike break, smiling at how he flared his
nostrils as he lined his shot up. Looking to her left, she frowned at the bottle
next to her and the two little shot glasses sitting beside it.
"What's this?" Buffy held the bottle up and Spike looked over at her.
"Tequila." He handed her the cue then unscrewed the cap of the bottle, filling
the two shot glasses he handed one to her.
"I'm not drinking that." Buffy wrinkled her nose at it.
"You bloody well are, paid good money for that." As Spike frowned at her and
pushed the shot glass into her face, Buffy realised the money she gave him
wouldn't have covered a few shots, let alone the entire bottle.
"I don't know how to." Sighing in resignation Buffy felt stupid admitting that
she didn't know how to drink a shot of tequila.
Spike sat down beside her and leant across to retrieve his own shot, the
saltshaker and a couple of lime wedges.
"It's simple, love." Taking her hand in his he grinned as he licked the back of
it near her thumb, Buffy frowned at him but the feeling of his cool tongue on
her hot flesh was nothing to protest about.
Watching him intently as he sprinkled salt onto her hand she looked at him with
fascination as he let go of it, he was smiling warmly at her and she almost felt
like blushing.
"Lick the salt, drink the shot, suck the lime." Spike nodded at her and she
licked her lips as she readied herself.
"Okay." Taking a deep breath, Buffy did as instructed. The liquor burnt her
throat but as she sucked the lime, it was replaced with a sharp taste. Wrinkling
her nose up, she managed to avoid making a fool of herself.
Turning back to Spike triumphantly, she couldn't miss his grinning over her
inauguration into the world of hard alcohol. "Good?"
"Bitter, tangy, not bad."
"Tastes better off someone else's body." Spike mumbled and reached for the
saltshaker.
"Really?" Pulling the saltshaker out of his hand, Buffy felt a little giddy. Her
heart was hammering against her rib cage as she thought about what she was about
to do, with Spike of all people.
Sucking her finger she ran it down her neck and Spike watched with fascination
as she repeated the process until it was wet enough for the salt to stick to, at
which point she shook salt onto it. He couldn't help thinking that it was like
seasoning her neck, ready for dinner.
"No biting." Buffy pointed a warning finger at him then smiled as he narrowed
his eyes on hers.
"Couldn't anyway, least not properly." He felt ridiculously tense over this--it
was just salt and her neck, just salt and the Slayer's neck, just salt and blood
and the taste of her skin, the feeling of her veins pumping away. He shook his
head to clear it.
"Come on then, Spike." Buffy leant her head to one side in an invitation and
held her breath, waiting for impact.
Spike leant forwards and breathed in deeply, she smelt amazing, a mixture of
sweetness and Slayer musk. He could feel her heart beating hard, thumping out a
rhythm that reverberated in every bone in his body. Closing his eyes he opened
his mouth slowly and licked the salt off her neck, making the moment last as
long as possible. He heard Buffy gasp and struggled to hold the demon in him at
bay as he pulled away from her and dreamily drank his shot, then sucked on his
lime hard while staring at her neck.
"Good?" Buffy raised her brows questioningly, her stomach flipping constantly at
his now roaming eyes.
"Damn good." Spike cast the empty lime aside and looked back at the pool table,
Buffy took the hint and stood up, her knees felt like jelly as she went to play
her shot.
Tilting his head to one side, he wondered just why he'd been allowed more
freedom since his and Buffy's magical engagement. He knew for sure Buffy
wouldn't have implemented this new level of freedom, she'd sooner see him tied
up. His thoughts trailed off, and he found himself smiling dazedly at Buffy as
he imagined being tied up by her.
"Spike?"
Coming around he found Buffy staring at him, her nose slightly wrinkled and a
pool cue in her hand. She wiggled it at him and he realised it was his shot.
"Sorry, love." Standing up he walked over to the table and assessed the
situation. While he'd been pondering bondage with Buffy, she'd been sinking the
balls like no one's business.
Frowning as he lined up a shot, he gave a sideward glance at Buffy and caught
her staring dreamily at him, an empty shot glass in her hand. Knocking four
balls down in succession, his run of luck was ruined when Buffy stood up, walked
over to the table, and leant against it. Just as he took the shot she smiled
slightly, and Spike realised he could see right through her shirt to her bra
underneath. The cue hit the felt and the white ball jumped off the table, only
to be caught by Buffy's lightning quick reflexes.
Walking over to him, she opened her hand. Leaning her head back slightly, she
pouted. "Having trouble with your balls?"
Arching a brow, he placed his hand over the ball she held in hers. Moving slowly
to retrieve it, he let his fingers run over her wrist as they moulded themselves
around the ball. She shuddered under his touch.
Spike leant forward and brushed his cheek against hers as he whispered into her
ear. "Want to help me with them?"
Closing her eyes, Buffy willed her heartbeat to slow down, but it was too late.
As Spike's tongue darted out and licked her earlobe, she gave it all away with a
quiet moan. Having been given all the encouragement he needed, Spike walked
Buffy backwards against the post that held the stairs up. He kissed his way
around from her ear to her mouth then paused.
As he pulled back, Buffy tried not to look disappointed. She waited for him to
crack a joke about how hot she was for him or how he would never want her.
Moving her eyes away from his, she found her cheek cupped in his hand and her
face being raised up again. Spike was frowning at her.
"Something wrong?" He watched for a reaction.
"No, thought you were going say something."
"Not say…so much as do." Leaning forwards again he dipped his head and captured
her lips in his.
Buffy closed her eyes on impact. His mouth felt so good against hers, somehow
soft but hard at the same time. Their kisses were slow and languorous, deepening
with every passing minute. As his hands slipped to her waist Buffy sighed out
her breath; her skin prickled under his touch and she felt her temperature
rising as his kisses became more persuasive. Running her hands up his chest, she
wrapped them loosely around this neck.
Spike slipped his tongue into her mouth, running it gently over hers as it came
to meet his; it was warm and deliciously sweet. He'd craved the feeling of her
lips on his since the moment the spell broken yesterday evening, but her
reaction to the situation they had found themselves in had caused him to cover
up how he was feeling. As last night had progressed into this morning and this
morning had turned into tonight, she'd kept staring at him with increasing
frequency and increasing desire.
"Mmm…" Buffy wrapped her arms a little tighter around his neck, pulling him
closer to her, so his hard body was pressed against hers.
Licking and nipping her full lower lip until it was swollen with his kisses,
Spike pushed her harder against the post and pinned her there with his body.
She gasped as she realised that the post wasn't the only hard thing in this
equation. Heart fluttering madly and a heat sweeping through her like wild fire
Buffy pushed him backwards and off her.
"I…" She stammered, her body boiling up with undiluted desire for the man in
front of her. "I can't do this…"
With that, Buffy hurried to the bathrooms, unaware that Spike was following
closely on her heels.
The Bronze chapter 2
Pushing the door open and walking in to the bathroom, Buffy found herself
caught around the waist from behind by large strong hands. Before she could even
gasp, she was in a stall and was being slammed noisily against the partition.
"Spike!" Coming to her senses slightly she tried to protest about his move, but
there was something incredibly hot about being in the girls toilets with him.
Kissing down her jaw and suckling gently on her skin where he found her pulse
closest to the surface, Spike kicked the door shut and with a firm swift
movement bolted it.
"Stop…" Buffy moaned quietly in a weak attempt to bring the situation under
control. Even on the brink of lust-fuelled sex, she was about to say 'it's
wrong.'
Biting back her words, she concentrated on the feeling of Spike suckling her
neck, not even pausing to think whether he was going to leave a mark. His hands
were slowly covering every inch of her, possessively snaking over all the curves
of her body. Running them down her back, he slid them up under her shirt and
around to her front where he cupped her breasts.
They paused as they heard the door swing open; Spike squeezed her breasts
slightly and watched her bite her lip. Buffy needed to moan, the sensation of
him kneading her breasts was driving her insane, this whole situation was
driving her insane--as fantasy fulfilling as sex in a public bathroom was it
seemed to be nearly impossible.
As the door swung open again Buffy looked up at Spike, he read her eyes clearly
and nodded to reassure her that the only signature he could find in the room was
hers.
"Oh god…" She couldn't stop herself now. Grasping his hair, she pulled him off
her neck and reaffixed his hungry lips to hers.
Fiercely smashing his mouth against hers, Spike ground into her with his hips
and was surprised when she hopped up and wrapped her legs about him. Moving one
hand so it grasped her backside, he held her tight against the wall and ground
into her again; she moaned softly into his mouth.
Desperately needing to feel her flesh against his Spike lowered her feet to the
ground and moved his hands to her top, deftly unbuttoning it he eased it off her
shoulders and placed it on top of the closed toilet seat. His hands coursing up
her back he unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms; Buffy's hands rushed to
cover herself but Spike caught her wrists.
"Don't hide from me, love--you're beautiful." He tilted his head slightly to one
side and looked her over. Her small round breasts and taut stomach were divine.
As he stared at her, she chewed her lip; letting her hands fall away slowly she
felt that wild fire heat coursing through her again. Spike smiled at the sight
of her hardening nipples. Bending his head he captured one in his mouth, while
his hand moulded itself around her other breast.
"Mmm…ooh…" Buffy leant her head backwards against the wooden partition. He
tugged harder on her nipple as he suckled it, and she couldn't stop her fingers
from weaving into his hair and holding him to her.
Running his tongue in slow teasing circles around her hard peaks, Spike let his
hands slip to her waist and start to undo her trousers. Pausing for a moment, he
waited for her to stop him. When she only groaned quietly, he unbuttoned them
and slid them gently down her legs. Following his movements with his mouth,
Spike kissed down her stomach and ran his tongue around her navel; her fingers
tensed slightly in his hair.
He planted wet kisses down her thigh as he slipped her feet from her trousers
one by one. Taking a long deep breath, he could sense her arousal. Depositing
her clothing on the toilet seat with her top, Spike kissed back up to her crotch
and nuzzled it with his nose--he could feel her heat and taste her in his mouth.
As Buffy let out a long, low moan Spike felt his need for her grow out of
control. Hooking his hands around her knees, he lifted her up against the
partition and ground against her arousal.
"God…Spike…" She let her head fall forwards so it was resting against his neck,
her arms wrapping around him as she kissed and licked it.
Grinding against her again he could feel her heat radiating through his jeans.
Spike pressed his body hard into hers as he licked and suckled her neck, nipping
at it slightly with his blunt teeth. Buffy felt like she was burning up and his
cool body was the only cure for her. Tugging impatiently, she pushed his duster
off his shoulders and Spike took the hint.
As he backed away from her, she found herself exposed again, naked except for
her panties and socks. Her hands moving to cover herself, they stopped as he
arched a brow at her.
Setting his duster down on the seat with the rest of Buffy's clothes, Spike
slipped his red shirt off and then pulled his t-shirt off over his head. When he
found Buffy's large green eyes roaming over his chest, he smiled and licked his
teeth.
"Like what you see?" He purred at her while his hands moved to his belt.
Buffy nodded slowly--he was beautiful. Creamy pale skin stretched smoothly over
his well-defined muscles and intricate little scars weaving their way across
him, reminding her how dangerous this man could be. She felt a thrill course up
her spine, radiating outwards and tingling along her every nerve. As Spike
dropped his pants, the tingling turned into a prickly heat, her skin humming to
be against his. Licking her lips Buffy stared at his straining erection, now
free from its cage, and Spike took a step towards her. She was fascinated with
it as she ran her hand down his length and around then back up again; it felt
silky soft under her touch, not cold but not warm either.
"Oh god…you're killing me…" Spike moaned as her hot little hand encircled his
thick cock and rubbed him slightly. She was burning him with her touch.
Feeling a little more confident as Spike groaned under her fingers, Buffy let
her other hand play on his chest and abdomen, tracing the peaks and valleys of
his muscles as they tensed under her fingers. Leaning forwards, she planted warm
sloppy kisses against his firm skin, working her way slowly downwards to his
navel. Letting her fingers leave his cock she cupped his balls slightly and
moved them in her hand, wiggling them until she heard Spike gasp up above her
and his hand rub her back.
Leaning back so her buttocks were pressed again the partition Buffy ran her
tongue around his soft head and smiled when it went firm at her touch.
Encircling it, she lowered her lips around him and sucked his cock until he
moaned with desire.
"Unngh…Buffy…"
"Yes?" She looked up at him and their eyes met.
"Want you…" He ground out from between clenched teeth, catching her chin with
his hand, he pulled her up to him and kissed her hard.
Buffy moaned into this mouth and felt his hard on press against her stomach.
"Mmm…want you…" Spike sighed lazily as he moved his kisses slowly down her neck.
"Take off your panties."
As he backed away she realised what he was up to; if she took off her panties
herself then it meant she wanted this as badly as he did and she wouldn't be
able to blame him for what was happening between them--fine with her.
Buffy hooked her fingers into her panties and shimmied them down her legs then
put them on the pile. Standing there in nothing but her socks, she smiled
awkwardly; he grinned at her, and then closed the gap between them once again.
Licking his lips he pressed them back against hers, sharing hot passionate
kisses as their tongues met and teeth clashed. Spike ran his hand over her
stomach and into her slippery folds, her arousal coating his fingers, and he
grew harder over the feeling of her heat. Parting her nether lips slightly he
ran his fingers up her again and squeezed her nub. Her hips bucked at his action
and Spike quickly decided now wasn't the time for foreplay--that could come
later.
Lifting her up against the partition Spike felt her legs wrap around him as he
positioned his cock at her entrance, her slippery juices already running down
his length where it touched her.
"Spike…" Buffy mewled at him, her need to feel him inside her growing with every
passing second--it was unbearable.
He couldn't resist her anymore. Grasping her hips tightly, he lowered her onto
his erection and she let out a long breathy moan that lasted from the moment he
entered her until their hips finally met.
"So…tight…hot…" Spike pressed her up against the partition and panted hard into
her chest, his forehead resting against the warm skin of her throat.
"Cold…" Buffy wriggled a little and Spike pulled back with a slight look of
horror on his face.
"Can't help it…"
"Not you…you feel good…the wall…" She wriggled slightly again and stopped when
Spike's eyes rolled shut--if she kept doing that he was never going to remedy
the situation.
"Here, you'll warm up soon enough, love, but until then…"
Leaning over and yanking her shirt free from their pile of clothes Spike handed
it to her then held onto her ass tightly as she slipped it on, he chuckled
softly at the sight of her fumbling with it even as he was inside her. When she
was safely protected from the cold of the wall, she smiled and pulled his mouth
to hers.
Spike gave her and experimental stroke of his hips and she moaned slightly. He
couldn't quite get over just how heated and tight she was. He could feel her
juices running down his balls and they tickled him as he thrust up inside her
again.
"More…" Buffy moaned softly into this mouth, and it was like she'd whispered a
command that he was powerless to resist. He grasped her hips tightly and shoved
her hard against the partition.
Burying himself in her with each long stroke, Spike ground her harder against
the flimsy wall, his mouth bruising hers with deep passionate kisses. Buffy
wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and held his lips against hers, her
other hand hooking itself over the top of the partition and grasping it tightly
as he pounded into her.
Ignoring the sound of the partition complaining under their joint strength Spike
growled low and deep; she felt amazing as she surrounded his cock, encasing him
in her velvety depth. Her skin was sweet under his roaming mouth, now sucking
and nipping at her throat as he delved into her.
"Unghh…more…Spike…ooh…more…" Her voice was a throaty whisper as she tried to
encourage him to go deeper inside her. She wanted to feel his whole length
filling her up with each luscious stroke.
Tensing her muscles up to get a real feel for him she breathed out harshly as
each meeting of their hips caused his tip to strike her spot, squeezing her legs
tight around his waist she couldn't help giggling when he grunted by her ear.
"Fuck…hot little Slayer…tight little Buffy…fuck…ungh…so tight…so wet…delicious…"
She wasn't quite sure if he was talking about her pussy or her neck when he said
the last word, but she didn't get the opportunity to ask because there was a
sudden rush of music as the bathroom door swung open. Spike stilled his hips and
stared into Buffy's eyes. She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from
giggling.
Listening hard he kept his eyes locked with hers--they were so much greener when
she was smiling. He stroked her hair softly as they waited, revelling in how
silky it felt as it ran through his fingers.
"…And I said to him he was a fool to be looking out for her anyway--what's she
got that I haven't?"
Buffy recognised the voice as some girl from her psych class. Trying to ignore
the voices, she recaptured Spikes mouth and felt him move softly inside her. She
tensed up around him, making the gentle movements as fulfilling as possible,
keeping their fire burning until the two girls disappeared.
"She's a total bitch…and that dorky red head she hangs around with, I mean…"
She froze and Spike stilled his hips again, frowning in recognition that the
girls were talking about the precious beauty that was currently in his arms.
"Not a bitch…" Spike whispered sweetly in her ear and felt her ease slightly. It
was all he could do; in reality, he wanted to walk out into the bathroom and
tear their heads off for talking about her that way.
"Totally…it's like the pair of them are just so…ugh…don't know what Riley
thought he saw in her…she's plain…"
"You're beautiful…" Spike whispered to her as he met her eyes.
"…She's dumb…"
"Smart…resourceful…" He smiled at her as she smiled back, recognising that he
was being honest with her and not just trying to make her feel better; she
wriggled against his cock to reward him.
"…She's weak…"
"Strong…graceful…bloody tight…" Spike gave her a sheepish look as he thrust up
slightly. Turning with her held tight against him, he moved her to the tiled
wall and pressed her up against it.
"…She's so not worth it…let's go--the boys will be getting bored…" They listened
to the door slamming shut.
"You're worth everything, precious…divine creature that you are…" Raining soft
kisses down on her face, he felt her fingers stroke his cheek and her hips move
against his.
"Spike…" Buffy mumbled as she met his gaze. "You're…I'd say sweet but I think
you'd kill me…kinda wonderful when you let the real you out to play…"
Hearing her tell him he was wonderful made Spike swear that he'd let the real
him out whenever they were alone together. He felt himself harden further as she
kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his and her warm breath invading
his mouth.
"Buffy…" Spike growled quietly as he thrust up into her again, picking up his
rhythm of long deep strokes.
The blushing girl in his arms leant her head into his neck and nipped at him,
Spike grinned and nipped her in response, causing her to moan hotly into his
ear. Kissing back up and along her jaw, Spike reaffixed himself to her mouth and
pulled her hips harder against his, delving into her as deeply as he could go,
his balls hitting her with each stroke and his pelvic bone rubbing against her.
"Unghh…Spike…need you…Spike…ungh…oh…oh…more…" Feeling tingles every time their
hips met, Buffy leant her head back and parted her mouth softly, her fingers
grasping his bare shoulders tightly.
"Buffy…Buffy…my hot little girl…hot little Buffy…ugh…ungh…want…need…cum…" Spike
rained kisses down on her collarbones and lost himself in her, her muscles
tightened about him and he could feel his length straining, balls starting to
ache for release.
"Spike…sweet…sexy…cum for me…with me…unghhoooh…" Buffy panted hard as Spike gave
her everything he had, stroking her long and deep with his cock and hitting her
sweet spot with every thrust.
"Try…fuck…" Unable to say anything else, he felt Buffy tighten her thighs about
him again, her feet pulling him harder against her, her muscles milking him for
all he was worth.
His skin was cool against her burning flesh. She savoured the taste of it under
her lips as she rained kisses down upon his cheeks and mouth. The feeling of him
moving inside her, filling her up and sating her desire with everything he had
was overwhelming. His tip repeatedly struck her spot as he pounded her harder
into the wall. Fingernails grasping him roughly and digging into his flesh she
met his eyes again; his jaw was clenched as he concentrated on thrusting into
her.
"Close…close…Spike…make me…make me…" As she felt his cock delve up into her
deeply, she wrung it tightly with her muscles. His pelvis struck her clit at the
same time his cock struck her inside, and she felt the tingles in her stomach
explode and ride out along every nerve in her. She moaned hot and breathy into
his mouth as she pulled it to hers while her orgasm ripped through her. "Cum…unghhh…oh
Spike…"
As she came hard on his cock Spike kissed her deeply, revelling in her taste and
her inner walls trembling around his length, her juices coating him as he slid
into her. Pressing her harder against the wall, he felt her tighten up around
him, her kisses hungry and passionate still. Willing himself to hold back Spike
pushed her roughly against the tiles and ground into her harder, as deep as he
could go and she moaned harshly at him. Teasing her nipples with his fingers
Spike dipped his head and suckled the pulse point on her neck as he pounded into
her. His cock strained for release but he held it back, wanting to tease her
into a second climax.
Buffy lost control--it was divine. She was still riding out the waves of one
orgasm as the next approached--she could feel it building inside her, tingling
with prickly heat in her stomach. Grasping Spike tight against her neck, she
clawed at his flesh with her fingernails. He growled in response and nipped at
her, only this time she realised his teeth weren't blunt. Drawing a tiny amount
of blood Spike gave her what she was really craving, a little pain to add to her
pleasure.
Satisfied that he hadn't really hurt her, Spike licked her neck before closing
his mouth around the scratch. At first Buffy stiffened against him, a frown
etched on her face, but as he continued suckling her skin she realised he
couldn't have made much of an incision since he was having to pull hard to get
any blood. The pain and thrill it sent through her joined in her abdomen and
heightened the feeling of him moving inside her, pounding into her with long,
quick strokes.
Spike grinned as he sucked on her neck. Her body was quivering against him as he
pushed into her again. Plucking and teasing her nipple with his fingertips he
held her backside tightly with one hand, and as she moaned low and harsh he
couldn't take anymore.
Grasping her buttocks tightly in both hands, Spike sucked on her neck hard,
thrusting into her with deep hard strokes and feeling her breath against his
throat. Buffy screwed her eyes shut and held him tight in her legs, feet locking
together around his backside and pushing him into her.
"More Spike…more…harder…need you…suck me…my blood…"
Through the foggy haze of the build up to his orgasm, Spike registered her words
and sucked harder on her skin. As he used his incisors to nip at her throat
again, Spike growled deeply. Buffy's inner walls were trembling and contracting
around him--he pushed up inside her and started to cum with her.
"Buf…fy…"
"Oh…god…unghh…god…Spike…" Bucking her hips slightly she felt every muscle in her
shuddering. A warm, sedated feeling ran in her veins and she felt his cock
throbbing inside her, spilling his seed with each slowing thrust of his hips.
Resting their foreheads together, they panted hard, neither one quite believing
that Spike's biting her had caused her to orgasm. Bodies still locked together,
Spike licked her neck softly, purring slightly as he did so. Buffy smiled and
leant her head to one side, letting him run his tongue over the wound and clean
it. The sound of his purring caused her to feel warm inside and closer to him
than she thought was possible.
Pulling back, he smiled into her eyes and she sighed.
"Suppose we should get back…"
His face fell slightly and he pulled out of her.
"You know…" Buffy started but bit her lip. Needing a little courage, she
intertwined her fingers with his then looked up at him. "Giles has a lock on his
bathroom door…"
Spike let a smile twitch on his lips. Dipping his head he caught her already
bruised lips in his and briefly crushed them again.
"What are we waiting for?" He arched a brow and handed her panties to her.
"Let's go play in Rupert's bathtub--he has a nice set of chains."
Buffy giggled and slipped her clothes on, watching Spike as he dressed
hurriedly. Stepping out of the stall, she checked for signs of life but there
was only her. Leading him out by the hand she stopped when she caught sight of
herself in the mirror. There was a welt on her neck that was rapidly turning a
violent shade of purple.
"Spike!" She turned around and looked at him, and he smiled innocently.
"Just say the commando blokes did it. I can't help it if you like being bitten."
"I do not." Buffy tried to pull her collar up to hide it, and soon gave up.
"Right…because you coming when bitten meant you hated it."
"Smart ass." Slipping her hand into his, she pulled him down for a kiss.
"Buffy…" He paused and she looked up at him; he let his smile turn mischievous.
"…Any chance of seeing the bathroom at your house? I mean, once we're done with
Rupert's…"
She watched him arch his brow and wriggle it suggestively; giggling she smoothed
his collar out. "Oh, you'll be seeing a lot of my bathroom once you convince me
to let you roam free on grounds of good behaviour. Maybe my bedroom, too…"
Buffy smiled sweetly at him and watched his eyes grow hot as his lips curled
into a wide smile.
"I'll be good…I'll be very good." Spike purred into her ear as he lead her out
of the girls bathroom, nuzzling her neck the whole time. "Just you wait and
see…"
Walking out of the Bronze together they both smiled at each other as they passed
the magic shop--there was one place they didn't plan on going into ever again.
Buffy stared at the dress in the wedding shop window; Spike caught her look and
arched a brow.
"And in my defence, Wind beneath my wings happens to be a very pretty song…" She
smiled wide at him.
"Don't even go there, love…" His brow remained lifted as he watched her lips
pout up at him.
"But…"
"Not listening…"
"Oh, and your suggestion was infinitely better?" Waiting for him to bite, Buffy
stroked her thumb against his hand.
"What's wrong with the Ramones?" He rose to the bait without even realising what
she was up to.
"There's a question with a million answers…" Buffy rolled her eyes and giggled.
"Silence…" He chided her and she pouted again. "Not too old to go over my knee
you know…"
"Is that a promise? And I was just saying…"
"Right…that's it…" Catching her around the waist Spike kissed her long and deep
so she couldn't speak. When he let her go, she smiled dazedly.
"Where was I?" Buffy giggled up at him and held his hand tightly.
"Something about chaining you up…" He watched her frown slightly and switched
tactics. "Or was it chaining me up and riding me like a prize stallion?"
"Oh…that was definitely it." Licking her lips at the thought of him trussed up
in the bathtub, she quickened her pace and smacked his backside hard. "Giddy up,
horsey."
And he did.
The Bathroom chapter 1
Buffy kissed Spike hard outside the door to Giles' apartment, her body aching
under his wandering fingers and cool mouth--this evening definitely hadn't
turned out like they had planned. Not only did she discover that Riley was a
commando, but she discovered that having feelings towards Spike wasn't such a
bad thing--not when he'd kissed her like this down the Bronze and definitely not
when he'd followed her into the girl's bathroom and taken her up against the
wall in one of the stalls. Breaking the kiss, she breathed hard into his mouth
and watched him smile over the effect he had on her.
"Ready?" She searched his eyes and his smile turned into a grin.
"Always ready for you, baby." Spike purred as he pushed a loose strand of hair
behind her ear and she blushed.
Buffy took a deep breath and caught his arm, spinning him around and tiptoeing
to give him a brief kiss on the cheek before she frogmarched him in through the
door. Willow and Giles turned to look at them as they entered.
"Spike's a little feisty, I'm just gonna get him tied up." She gave them a wide
smile and hoped they wouldn't say anything as she tried to hurry past them.
"Wait." Giles held up his hand and she froze to the spot, Spike frowned.
Buffy turned and saw Giles looking down at her neck; she couldn't imagine how
black the bruise was by now.
"What happened?" He frowned at her neck and Spike grimaced as Buffy twisted his
arm as a warning to keep quiet.
"Nothing…just ran into those commando types." Buffy smiled sweetly. And one
of them is Riley.
"Looks like you did more than running into them." Willow looked at the large
welt on her friend's neck and frowned with concern.
"There was a tussle." Buffy said flatly and hoped it would sound convincing. She
gave a sideward glance to Spike as she remembered him suckling on the tiny
scratch on her neck and the heat flared up in her stomach again. Spike smirked.
"A tussle? Looks like more than a tussle." Giles raised his eyes to meet hers
and she panicked.
"I managed to beat him off…them off…I mean…I took care of it…"
Spike chuckled.
"And what did you do while all this was happening?" Giles looked unimpressed and
Spike got the feeling he'd be seeing that expression often from him.
"Spike was amazing…great I mean…um, good…he did good." Buffy gradually got
quieter as the hole she was digging herself into got deeper.
"But he can't hurt people…can he?" Willow took a step away from Spike and
watched him grin at her before he switched his attention back to Buffy.
"No…he shouldn't but he did…proved just how hard…tough…he is…taking them
on without a thought to the pain it would cause him…"
Spike snickered and Buffy shot him a black look.
"Buffy, are you feeling okay? You seem a little edgy…" Willow smiled nervously
at her as Buffy's eyes widened.
"I'm fine…just a little shaken up…I'll be fine." She tried to start moving Spike
towards the bathroom again but Giles went into the kitchen area, effectively
blocking her route as he paused in the archway.
"You're sure you're feeling fine?" Giles looked at both Buffy and Spike, not
convinced by Buffy's words and not quite believing that Spike had helped her for
no reason.
"Giles, I'm fine. I've been hurt worse than this, died remember?" Buffy raised
her brows as she tried to show Giles that she was feeling perfectly okay.
"I know, Buffy, but…" Giles started as he folded his arms, making it clear to
her that she wasn't going to be getting out of this conversation anytime soon.
Buffy took a deep breath, there was one route of escape from this conversation
and that was a sympathy vote. Steadying herself she considered what she was
about to tell her friends and hoped her plan would work.
"There is something…" She tensed slightly and inhaled slowly, giving herself the
time to consider just how to say what she wanted to say. As Spike's hand
squeezed hers gently, she looked down at them, his fingers holding her hand
reassuringly. "…About the commandos."
"What is it? Did you discover their location?" Giles took a step towards her
with concern etched on his features.
"No…but Spike recognised one of them…I recognised one of them…" Buffy looked at
Giles and Willow in turn.
"Who Buffy?" Willow watched her friend closely as she closed her eyes briefly
and sighed.
"Riley." Buffy breathed out and felt Spike's thumb brushing softly against hers,
caressing it, she was amazed by the comforting feeling it gave her.
Watching Spike reassuring her the only way he could, his large thumb stroking
hers gently, and absorbing the warmth and safety it made her feel, Buffy barely
heard her friends reactions to what she'd said.
"No…" Willow looked shocked.
"Oh Buffy, I am sorry." Giles took another step towards her, clearing the way to
the bathroom. "How did this happen?"
When Buffy looked up, she couldn't help feeling touched by the concern on their
faces, the gentle way they were looking at her as she thought about what to tell
them.
"Spike recognised the scent, I didn't believe him at first but then Riley
cornered us when we came back from finding Magic Box closed. He had his friends
with him at that point…it was so obvious, dressed in commando gear and saying
they were going to play paintball…they…" Buffy bit her lip and wondered whether
she should tell Giles the next part, knowing that he would berate her for
telling Riley. "I…they were going to try something…I had to do something Giles,
I couldn't let them kill Spike…"
"Buffy?" Giles frowned as he wondered what she was going to confess to, she
looked so nervous all of a sudden.
"I told him…about me…about being chosen." She felt her heart smashing against
her chest as she said the words, feeling the weight of them lifting off her and
letting her breathe again.
Spike frowned as Giles gave her a hard look, he listened to Buffy's heartbeat
and waited for the watchers reply.
"And then they attacked you?" Willow wrinkled her nose into a frown and got the
feeling she had got lost somewhere along the way.
"No…this happened later when we were down the Bronze…" Buffy said flippantly
then widened her eyes as she quickly added. "…When we were looking for other
commandos."
"I see." Giles moved around them and rested on a stool near the kitchen island.
"The Magic Box was closed you said?"
Buffy nodded. Spike arched a brow at Giles as he turned his head to look at him.
Giles looked down at Buffy's hands where she held onto Spike; she removed her
fingers from Spike's quickly enough that he didn't notice. Giles looked at the
clock on the TV.
"It's late. Willow and I will buy the supplies for the draughts tomorrow. You'll
need to come over first thing to keep an eye on Spike while we're out."
"I can do that. I really better get Spike chained in the tub and clean myself
up. This evening's totally worn me out. Girl needs her beauty sleep." She
stifled a fake yawn and watched Giles smile warmly.
"Are you sure that's wise?" A frowned wrinkled Willow's brows.
"Sleep?" Buffy looked incredulous. "Pretty much."
"I mean are you sure you should clean up in front of Spike." Willow hissed
quietly. "He might see something."
"Nothing he hasn't seen before." Buffy mumbled and shrugged.
"Excuse me?" Giles looked a little shocked and hoped she hadn't said what he
thought she did.
"Said I better check it's clean for sure…might get infected." She smiled wide
and twisted Spikes arm as he chuckled.
Giles frowned at the vampire.
"See to Spike and then get yourself home." He placed his hand gently on Buffy's
shoulder and watched her as she walked off towards the bathroom with Spike.
Turning to Willow, he heaved a sigh and headed into the kitchen to fix some tea.
Willow smiled as she started to flick through the magic books again.
Locking the bathroom door behind them, Buffy turned to find Spike stood right
behind her. As she bit her lip, he caught her around the waist and pulled her up
close to him, her body pressing hard against his.
Buffy made him walk slowly backwards until the back of his legs hit the tub, he
looked down at it and then up into her eyes.
"Tired?" He wondered if she'd meant what she'd said back in the other room about
being sleepy.
"Nope." Buffy smiled wide and pushed him into the tub.
She chained his feet up and then set about chaining his hands up, as she leant
over him she felt him kiss her neck gently and it reminded her of the other day
when she'd teased him about her blood. Leaning her head to one side, she felt
him kiss her neck more persuasively as she finished chaining him up. She could
hear Willow and Giles discussing spells in the other room and her heart raced.
"Spike…" She tried to pull away from him but found his strong hands on hers were
stopping her.
"Stay…" Spike breathed into her neck as he kissed up it towards her ear and then
along her jaw to her mouth.
"I can't get naked…I can't risk them coming in…"
"Doors locked…" Spike kissed her harder and felt her sigh into his mouth.
"I can't…"
Spike pulled away and pouted.
"Spike…don't…" Buffy furrowed her brows and looked at him where he lay in the
bathtub, all chained up and waiting for her to make a move.
Buffy settled on the edge of the tub and watched his fingers running along her
thighs. Making a decision, she stood up.
"Don't go…" Spike pouted further and she smiled.
"Not going anywhere, dummy."
Reaching down she unbuckled his jeans and watched a mischievous glint enter his
eyes. She popped the buttons open, waiting for him to raise his hips before
sliding his jeans down, exposing his cock as it started to stir.
She leant over and took it in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it as it
hardened up and licking it gently as encouragement.
Spike clenched his fists up and let his head rest against the back of the tub,
his eyes closing as his length grew harder inside her hot little mouth. He
gasped involuntarily as her fingers wrapped tightly around his length, burning
him with her touch.
Buffy squeezed him tightly as she flicked the head of his cock with her tongue,
exploring the cleft and grooves of it as she felt him growing harder for her.
She listened to his contented sighs and felt her heart rate accelerate, her
fingers stroking his length as she dipped the tip of her tongue into the cleft
of his cock.
"Buffy…" Spike moaned out quietly, his fingers grasping the chain tightly and
causing it to rattle as he gave in to the exquisite feeling of her going down on
him.
Smiling lazily to herself, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her hands as
her tongue danced around his soft head. He bucked his hips up slightly as she
gently squeezed his balls and sucked hard on his cock.
Encircling his length with her hand again, she held it tightly as she flicked
her tongue repeatedly against the groove of its head. When she squeezed him
harder and licked the tip of it roughly, Spike bit back another moan and pulled
hard on the chains.
Buffy looked up at him and widened her eyes, silently telling him to keep the
chain rattling to a minimum. He looked sheepish and sighed out a moan as she
wrapped her lips back around his length and started pumping him with her hand at
the same time as sucking him hard.
Closing his eyes, he bucked his pelvis up, wanting to be deeper inside her sweet
hot mouth. Buffy giggled and removed her hand, letting his cock slip into the
recesses of her mouth and sucking him hard on the way back out.
"Bloody hell…" Spike growled and grasped the chains tightly, making his knuckles
turn white.
There was a knock at the door.
Buffy raised her head up, continuing to pump his cock slowly with her hand as
she looked into Spikes eyes.
"Buffy, are you alright in there?" It was Giles
"I'll be out soon, Spike's just being naughty, I'll have him sedated in no
time." She smiled wickedly at Spike and he arched a brow.
"If you need a hand?" Came the reply.
"No!" Buffy and Spike answered in unison.
Spike let his eyes roll closed as she bent over and pulled his cock into her
mouth again, her hand pumping him hard as she let him delve into her mouth. He
couldn't stop himself from raising his hips up and trying to get deeper inside
her, the thought that she might let him cum in her mouth driving him on.
Buffy moaned quietly as he pushed his cock into her mouth, forcing her to
accommodate as much as she could of his length as she sucked him harder and
gripped him tighter with her hand. She relaxed her throat and took him in
deeper, a thrill running through her as he elicited a small satisfied growl and
managed to reach her head and hold her there.
Letting his cock slip deep into her mouth she sucked it hard each time she
pulled away, rolling his balls as they tightened up. She opened her eyes and
looked up at him, his lips parted and his brows wrinkled as he moaned quietly.
When she licked the tip of his cock, he opened his eyes and looked down at her,
giving her a wicked smile before she took his cock back into her mouth and
sucked him hard, her tongue rubbing him and her hand squeezing his balls. She
moaned again and the thought she was enjoying what she was doing made Spike bite
his lip--he'd read her warning looks and knew he couldn't moan like he wanted
too.
Buffy looked up at him biting his lip and suckled the tip of his length softly,
her tongue tracing the curves of it as she reached her hand up to him. Spike
frowned at her arm and then down at her. Shifting position slightly so her arm
was nearer him, she offered her forearm to him and saw his eyes move to it.
He looked at her pulse throbbing in her wrist and didn't bother asking her to
confirm what she was offering to him. Licking the soft skin on the underneath of
her forearm, Spike rolled his eyes closed as she moaned against his cock.
Buffy took his length back into her mouth and picked up her rhythm again,
feeling herself trembling with desire and anticipation as he continued to lick
her wrist. Closing her eyes she sucked his cock in deeper and held him tightly,
pumping him roughly as she waited for his teeth to enter her flesh. She knew he
was going to wait until he came, he was going to do as she asked and use his
biting her as a way of stifling his desire to moan.
Pushing his cock into her mouth and closing his eyes, Spike slipped into game
face and bit down hard on her wrist as he shot his load into her mouth, his cock
throbbing and trembling as he spilt his seed. He pulled hard on her blood as she
moaned, swallowing down what he'd already spilt into her and lapping up the rest
as he continued to cum.
Buffy moaned harshly against his cock as she felt the desire in her stomach
explode, his pulling her blood and the taste of his seed pushing her over the
edge. Licking his cock clean it of his juices, she continued to moan breathily
against it as he drank from her wrist.
Slowly taking it away from him, she caught his cheek and watched him slip back
into his human guise before kissing him.
Spike smiled as she pulled back, he could smell the wetness in her panties and
his scent all over her. He licked her wrist softly as he tucked himself back
into his jeans and did them up. Buffy smiled and removed her wrist from his
mouth again, kissing him briefly before covering her wrist with her shirtsleeve.
"Night you…" She ran her fingers through his hair and noticed the sleepiness
entering his eyes, the after effects of his orgasm and her blood.
"Night, love." Spike watched her leave and let a smile play on his lips as he
closed his eyes.