Training Willie

The battle was done. Spike stood in all his manly glory, leaning against the wall of the cavern, panting needless breaths. He was covered in sexy wounds, his shirt ripped free by the (obviously female) demon. Buffy lay prone on the cavern floor, her sword held upright in her hand, balanced on her pelvis. Spike cocked an eyebrow at the sight. He knew she always wanted to wear the pants, but really?

"Slayer," Spike purred, smelling her. Tasting her scent in the air.

"Every night I save you," he uttered, lost in her emerald eyes. He was ready. But was she?

"How I what, Pet?" Spike questioned, raising an eyebrow at his former lover.

Spike closed his eyes, the heady scent of her arousal combined with the fact that she seemed to always have a vanilla plant growing near her, making him woozy with lust. "Buffy, you know that I love you. I don't want you to do this unless you can honestly say that you *see* me. That you care for me."

Spike smiled against her soft mouth. "Something like that, Pet."

Spike stared down at her a moment, taken aback by her honesty. Finally. The bird says something she means. And it's a good something to boot. Good on me. "I am forever yours, Love," he whispered, cupping the back of her neck in his strong hand and pulling her to him for a bruising (ouch) kiss.

"You've a way with words, Slayer," Spike snarked, smiling down at the petite little powerhouse. "But I would love nothing more."

He scooped her into his strong arms and jogged out of the cavern.

***

Seconds later, despite the fact that the cavern was four counties and a lake from Revello Drive, Spike was jogging up the stairs with his dearest love still safely in his arms. With a flourish, he kicked the door in, leaving it open, as no Bad, no matter how big, would interrupt the mating rites of the Slayer and a Master Vampire. Just wasn't safe. Somebody'd loose an eye.

Buffy reached down, turning the knob to her bedroom and pushing open the door.

There it was, glittering in front of him like an oasis in the desert. Like a glowing Mecca. Spike stared, tears in his eyes, as her bed nearly blinded him in its idolic glory. It was like the Cistine chapel or the Cathedral at Notre Dame or...

"Spike? What are you looking at? Can we please just go inside?" Buffy asked, looking up at her teary eyed lover.

"Huh? Oh," he said, regaining his snark. "Of course, Pet. You redecorate?" He asked, carrying her over the threshold.

Buffy shot him a pained look. "Don't tell me the soul made you go all... Will and Grace?" She questioned, her heart sinking into her until-then wet loins.

Spike looked at the woman indignantly, dropping her onto the bed ungracefully. "Hardly," he purred as she scooted, still dressed to the headboard forcing his sexy, wound-y body to crawl up the bed to get her. "I've still got what it takes to please my girl."

Lickity split, Buffy's clothes were on the floor. Her head almost spun. He hadn't undone any fasteners or even done that sexy tongue to the button fly trick. Poof. She was nekkid. Wait a minute, she thought. I'm always supposed to be dressed. He's still got pants on. WARDROBE!

"In due time, Love," Spike purred, panther crawling his way to her mouth and letting his lips flutter against hers like butterfly wings. She sighed into his open mouth.

"Buffy," he sighed, kissing his way down her chin, her jaw, letting his tongue flicker over the pulse points in her neck making her buck underneath of him He smiled against her skin, her arousal evident in the movements in the body and that wonderful, Slayer Smell.

As his tongue gently flicked against the hard pink tip of her breast, it started. The voices.

Spike pulled away a moment, shaking his head. Buffy looked down at him, her eyes heavy with need. "Who are you talking to and why did the wet tounge flick-y thing stop?" She whined, eyeing her sexy, wounded, peroxide headed lover.

He smiled up at her, slyly smiling. Shit, he thought. She can hear him too. Slowly, he brought his lips back to her nipple, suckling her gently. Buffy leaned back against the pillows, her hands behind her head, sighing.

Spike pulled away again. "You git! Would you shut up? I know what I am doing!" He snapped at himself. Buffy looked down at him, confused a moment. One second, her body was on fire. The next she was watching the Three Faces of Eve including the soundtrack.

"Spike? What's wrong? Who are you talking to?" Buffy asked, both completely frustrated that she wasn't getting hot Vampire love exactly when she wanted it, and deeply concerned, because that is the way the writer's suddenly wanted it.

Spike rocked back on his heels a moment. "Buffy, love. This is... I haven't done this... well, since I got the soul. Which I got for you, love. You know that right?'

"You don't understand, Pet," Spike sighed, looking down. "I know exactly what you need. What you *want*," he purred. "But the soul. It... it's William's."

"William," Spike said, the word dripping with disdain. "He never. Well, he was..."

Buffy gasped, a smile coming to her lips. "A virgin!" She laughed, her voice tinkling like a bell in the night air.

"Didn't think it was all that funny at the time, Pet," Spike huffed, crossing his arms across his chest indignantly. "Honourable men just didn't go around sticking their willies into any girl that came along."

"Glad to see you've done so much growing up," he snarked, turning away. "Hey, I thought that was the theme of last season."

"I was," Spike whimpered. "Just not the same kind of bad, Pet."

Spike's head spun. "Oh God. Please don't tell me you're that Morphy!Buffy again!"

Director: "James, we didn't ever refer to it as Morphy. You're going to give away the "plot twist".

James: :::shrugging::: "Sorry, dude."

Spike's head turned. "Buffy, please tell me, it's really you," Spike whispered, turning his face and letting his lips brush hers. The smell, the taste. He knew. He knew with every fiber of her being that this was his hot little Slayer.

Spike felt a pang of separation anxiety as he watched ~~The Sock!~~ be settled elsewhere, but he was again distracted as his little Slayer climbed willingly into his lap, her lips tracing patterns on his face and the warm wetness of her womanness pressed against his thighs. She smiled, her old Spike coming back to her and jabbing her with his throbbing manhood a few inches south of it's target.

Slowly, Spike's hands raised back to her pert breasts, his mouth still exploring hers. His hands squeezed hard on her nipples making them little pebbles between his fingers.

Buffy's face pulled away, looking at him a moment.

"William, would you *stop* being such a prude!" Spike snapped. "Try touching her here."

Buffy's annoyed expression disappeared as long smooth fingers disappeared into the soft curls between her legs. She moaned, tossing her head back.

"Of course you can," Spike huffed, pushing his hand back gently. Buffy's head fell back again as he began to stroke her. His lips found Buffy's neck, kissing her pulse points. "Just like that," he whispered, lapping her skin gently.

Slowly, Buffy shifted position so that Spike's enormous manhood was pressed in just the right spot. She moaned, her hair falling down her back like a curtain as she rocked gently atop his enormously endowed loins.

"Look," Spike breathed patiently. "It's all in the tongue." He leaned down, rapping his talented tongue around Buffy's nipple, giving it a little flick, followed by a nip.

"I'm not *implying* anything," Spike snapped, forcing his head back to her breast.

Buffy sat atop them both, or the one with both of them inside, rolling her eyes. "Would one of you just get on with it?" She sighed.

Spike looked into her emerald pools, drowning once again. "William seems to think that you would be insulted if I did this..." He said, his teeth closing over her nipple sending sparks of desire shooting through her like a train going through a tunnel.

"Think you'll have to do that, Love," Spike snarked, closing his teeth over the other nipple and feeling her shudder and melt in his arms. Her body was moving almost independently now, rocking and gyrating and making Spike more insane with lust and love and need.

Spike looked at her with a mixture of indignance and anger. "Sorry, *love*," he hissed. "That's your precious Peaches."

Buffy softened, her hands rising to his beautiful and sexily wounded face. "Oh, Spike. I didn't mean it that way. It's you I love. Always you. But ... isn't there something we can do so we can...?" She thrust her hips against him twice, sending pulses of pleasure through the Vampire's veins.

"We'll just have to train him good and proper, Pet," Spike snarled, nipping her ear. She hummed pressing close to his cut chest and washboard abs.

Buffy sighed, staring at his beautiful blue eyes. "All right. Just.... bring him out." She slid off the bed, pulling Spike to the edge and off onto his feet. He stood nekkid and glorious before her. Buffy dropped to her knees out of both reverence and wanting to taste a Vampire lolly, not to mention a sure fire way to break in the uninitiated.

Buffy's hands slid up the backs of Spike's nekkid thighs, cupping his impossibly tight ass in her hands. Slowly, her hot little mouth closed over him, making his body shake and his head fall back in ecstasy.

"Ah, that's my girl," Spike groaned, his hands tangling in her ultra-shiny hair. "There's no place like home."

"Would you stop you irretrievable *git*!" Spike snapped. "Say something sexy to her."

Before the word had even left his lips, Spike smacked himself hard in the head. "Have you leaned *nothing*?"

Buffy looked up, mouth still packed full of yummy Vampire love. "On't et im alk agin o I op." (Translation" Don't let him talk again or I stop")

"What's wrong with it? You idiot! Didn't work on Cicely, won't work on..." Spike snapped.

"Me!" Spike napped, smacking himself in the head again. He shook his head, regaining control and looking down at her with teary, love filled eyes. "Buffy, you *know* it's all about you... It's your show."

He wrapped his strong, nekkid arm around the Slayer, settling next to her on the floor. "There, there," William comforted, patting her shoulder, being careful not to brush against anything naughty in the process.

"Would you stay out of this?" Spike screamed at himself, slamming his head hard back against the wall. "Buffy, Pet, you know I got this *soul* for you. If you think this little episode is inconvenient, you should see how hard he makes everything else."

"Quite," Spike replied. "Now would you *shut* up!?" He turned his attention back to his love. "Buffy, I love you. I have always loved you. Even when you were a cold hearted, abusive, ice queen." She looked at him with titled head as if having no idea what she did in season six. "I will always love you."

Buffy sniffled again, staring up at him with big innocent eyes. Yes, that was a feat of acting ability. "Prove it," she whispered.

Buffy looked up at him, her eyes dancing once again with love and lust. "Did you make that up all on your own?"

Spike smiled slyly "Had a little help."

"Your wish is my command, Pet," Spike said, forcing William to the back of his mind and sliding his lips against hers, pressing his washboard abs and his Brawny roll against her. "Forever."

The end:)