Interlude in the Forever Series: Over the Atlantic

by Karbear57

Summary: Interlude after Sunnydale Forever & Hawaii Forever.  Giles, Spike, and Buffy travel to England

PWP: NC17: blood play & oral sex, Spuffy

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Buffy shifted in her seat for the twelfth time in an hour.  She just couldn’t get comfortable in the tiny seats that Giles, Spike, and she were forced to take.  No First Class seats were available, let alone the whole cabin to rent.  Luckily, there weren’t many people around them, so among the three, they had convinced all of the other passengers to close, and keep closed, the window shades. Her head hurt as her monthly cramps settled in.  She twisted in her seat, trying to relieve the pressure, but found no relief..  She sat back in the seat and started to flip through a travel magazine that was in the front seat pocket.  Spike slept peacefully beside her, seemingly unaware of her discomfort.  Glancing through the articles, she found one that she had written a couple of months ago.

She had first felt the signs when they were in line for tickets.  While Giles and Spike took care of ticketing requirements, Buffy scrambled over to the little drug store in the airport and bought the necessities.  She snuck into the bathroom to take care of her little “problem” and came out refreshed and ready to hop an airplane.  Spike watched her walk towards them and sniffed the air and felt twinges in his lower abdomen.  Their claim was working overtime, letting him know his mate was feeling ill.  The tell tale coppery scent that surrounded her made him smile.  It was the first time since they had been together that she was having her monthly.  She looked into his eyes and KNEW what he was thinking.  She didn’t need the claim to tell her.  Giving him the ‘no chance in hell look,’ she sat down between the men and waited for their flight to be called.

Three hours later, Buffy knew it was time to go to the bathroom.  She dreaded trying to climb over Spike and then fumbling in the tiny bathroom compartment.  Exhaling, Buffy rummaged through her carry-on bag, she tucked a tiny package into her pocket and turned towards Spike.  Lightly scratching his nose, she whispered, “Spike, honey, I need to go to the bathroom.”  His nose twitched, but made no other reaction.  She tickled his nose again, a little harder this time.

Her response was a grunt followed by, “Long flight, luv.  Give it a moment.”

“No, Spike.  I have to go now.”  Spike crossed his arms and fell back to sleep.  “Fine, I’ll climb over you.”  She stood up and lifted her leg across his lap into the aisle.  Half way there, a terrible cramp hit her abdomen and she doubled over, smashing Spike into the seat. 

He growled at the interruption of his slumber.  Realizing it was Buffy, Spike smiled into her cleavage.  “Could think of better ways to wake me up, kitten.”  Spike helped Buffy stand straight again and noticed that she was straddling him, “Maybe not.”  Spike’s eyebrow rose as he stuck his tongue between his teeth.

“Shut up!  Help me please?”  Spike lifted her other leg and helped her into the aisle. 

“Stupid evil vampire wouldn’t wake up and move.”  Buffy grumbled down aisle.  Spike heard her and smirked.

Looking over at Giles deep in sleep and snoring, Spike unbuckled his seatbelt and followed his ladylove.  He arrived at the bathroom stall and knocked lightly.  “Buffy?  Luv, let me in.”

He heard a muffled response that he interpreted as ‘Come in.’ Twisting the handle until the lock let go, Spike walked in to the compartment.  Barely any room for one person, Spike dwarfed a stunned Buffy who was sitting on the toilet. 

“What are you doing?  Did you break the lock?”  Embarrassed she tried to hide herself.  Her pants were bunched down near her ankles.

“I heard come in… sorry.  What are you doing?”  His head cocked to one side.

“What does it look like Spike?  Get out!”  Another cramp over took her and she winced, cradling her stomach.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”  Spike kneeled down in the impossibly small compartment.  “Cramps getting to you?”  She nodded, not realizing it.  “I can take care of that for you.  Take it all away.”  The suggestions he threw towards her via the claim made her face scrunch up.

Buffy was aghast.  “Euwwe, no.  That’s…gross!”  She closed her legs a little, but Spike’s hand stopped her. 

“Why?  You have a little problem and I have the solution.”  Spike spread her legs and inhaled her fragrance.  A hint of arousal was mixed with her blood.  “I know you want it.  I can smell your want.  Your need.  It’ll be, good, kitten, you’ll see.”

“Spike no,” Buffy tried to move her legs, but Spike had them.  His hands moved over her silken skin.  His fingers itched to rip her pants off and take her right then, but he knew she had to agree first or he would never get a chance to do it again. 

“Come on, baby.”  Spike stooped down and nuzzled her neck, knowing her resistance was breaking.  “It’ll make those nasty cramps go away.  You’ll feel better, I promise.”

She looked at him, “What about you?”  Spike KNEW she was about to agree.  Her hands were not clamped down on the juncture of her torso and legs anymore, but resting on his chest.

“Don’t worry baby.  It’ll be good for me too.  Let me make you feel good?”  She nodded slowly, not quite sure what to do.  “Shh, if you don’t like, I’ll stop, yeah?”  Again she nodded.  Her legs became slack and she let him take her shoes, underwear, and jeans off.  Feeling silly, sitting in an airplane bathroom naked from waist down, she tried to cover herself.  “No, don’t.  You’re beautiful, exquisite.  Don’t hide yourself from me.”

Buffy nodded and began to relax as Spike kissed her, letting his tongue slip into her mouth.  His nips and suckling at her lips and tongue drove her mad.  Her arms wound around Spike as he increased his pressure and intensity.  His hands weren’t idle, either.  They squeezed and fondled her breasts tenderly.  He felt twinges in his own, letting him know that they were sensitive and he couldn’t be as rough.   Moving his hands down, he moved them around to her ass, forcing her to move forward on the seat.    He spread her legs wide, massaging her inner thigh, getting her wet with her cream.  Purely on instinct, Spike inhaled her scent.  Breaking away from her mouth, he moved down her body until his head was between her legs.  She inhaled deeply, tense and ready for him.  But she didn’t feel his tongue, instead she heard him, clear as day, in her brain.  “Relax, kitten.  Going to make you feel so good.”  She visibly relaxed and reclined back a bit.  The tight quarters made it difficult for either to move, but somehow they managed.  He inhaled her scent once again, bringing his lips to her nether lips.  His tongue peeked through her slit… tiny licks as he sought the liquid nourishment leaking from her body.  Slowly, he came in contact with it.  Blood and arousal washed over his tongue and down his throat as he began to suck and lick.  Up and down, side-to-side, deep and shallow.  He worked her dripping opening with all he had.  Back to front and then back again, he let the juices explode from her into him.  Sucking hard on her clit, he knew a new wave was coming and he moved back to lap all her spendings.  Breathing hard, Buffy felt the orgasms come…over and over again.  Her muscles clenched and released as Spike brought her to paradise.  Her cramps became lighter with each peak, spilling more of her blood down to Spike.  Biting the inside of her cheek instead of screaming, Buffy let Spike lick her up and down until he was satisfied.

Grinning from ear to ear, Spike popped his head up from between her thighs.  He wiped his face with his hand and kissed her hard on her mouth.  “Mmm, just what the doctor ordered, luv.”  Still sedated from her highs, Buffy could only nod.   Spike made quick work at putting her panties, jeans, and shoes back on.  Finally coming back to conscious thought, Buffy watched Spike clean his face at the little sink.  “Tell you what, kitten.  Why don’t you finish up in here, and come out when you are ready.  We can snuggle under one of those paper blankets.”  Buffy saw the bulge in Spike’s jeans, knowing what kind of snuggle he was aiming for.  She nodded her consent.  Smirking, he knelt down again.  “Made those nasty cramps go away?”  She nodded enthusiastically.  “Good, now be a good girl and get ready to come out.”  Spike snuck out of the tiny compartment and made his way back to his seat.  Luckily most people were asleep or had their eyes closed while Buffy walked the same path.   Her smile lit up her face, she felt like she was walking on air.  She giggled when she heard, “Technically you are walking on air.”  Her silent mate smirked as she sat down, this time in the aisle.  “Come here, love.  Got a big bad that wants to come out to play.”  She giggled, replaying an earlier airplane trip, this time with another ending.

~The End~

A/N: Hope this tides you over until I can start London Forever.  Looking over my schedule, it will be a while.  Happy reading!

Thanks Char and Melanie for the editing help. 

Update on LF: I have a rough outline, looks like it will be another long one.  Be on the look out in the middle of February for it to start