Chapter Fourteen: The First Time

AN: So, so sorry for the long wait! I feel really bad… I'll try to update faster next time… Well… at least you get a treat this time though *wink, wink*
Also, thanks to Magz for being an excellent beta and helping me with this chapter. :-p

Spike grinned wickedly as he picked the blonde up, throwing her over his shoulder.

Buffy pounded on his back with her fists. "Spike! What are you doing?! Put me down!" she demanded.

He smirked, starting down the basement stairs that led to his bedroom. He walked carefully so Buffy's face wouldn't smack into his lower back with each step, and soon made it to the bottom. Once inside his bedroom, he turned and kicked the door closed, then walked over to the bed and set the protesting girl down carefully. He kissed her lightly, then kneeled between her slightly spread legs. "Now then, what was that I 'eard about you wantin' me?"

She grinned with mock-innocence, scooting backwards on the bed and away from Spike. "Who said it was anything?"

He growled playfully, jumping on the bed and pouncing on top of her, his hands pinning hers above her head. "Me."

He dipped his head down for a kiss, whisper-soft at first, but quickly becoming demanding. His tongue flicked out, urging her to part her lips further. She responded quickly, her tongue coming out to circle his own. She couldn't help but smile into the kiss when he moaned into her mouth.

He suddenly pulled away from the kiss. "Do you want...?" he asked, searching her eyes with his.

"Yes," she replied, pulling him in for another demanding kiss. She tried to hide her shaky hands by placing them on his lower back.

A groan from deep within his chest escaped as she took his bottom lip into her mouth, worrying the soft flesh with her teeth, her tongue flicking out to soothe the teeth marks. He suddenly grabbed her hips firmly, flipping them until she lay on top, his mouth finding hers again. Spike's hands started to make their way down her body, and she expected to feel them land on her ass. Instead, his fingers found her tank top, sliding under it as he pulled away for a quick breath, discarding the tank top in the process. He looked up at her in appreciation. "No bra, I see."

She blushed, her face falling to his shoulder. "You normally don't wear a bra with a tank top," she said, her voice muffled <P< She blushed again, her hands coming up to cover her chest, but Spike grabbed her arms.

"Don't," he whispered.

His mouth found hers again, his tongue coming out to lightly caress her own. However, he pulled away before she could respond fully to the kiss. His mouth brushed over her left nipple. He flicked his tongue out, and the rosy bud immediately hardened. He grinned in satisfaction, taking the whole nipple into her mouth, nibbling very lightly. She moaned, bucking up into him.

His cock twitched and he desperately tried ignore the need to rip off the rest of their clothes. His goal was to stretch this out as long as possible, to make it last and make it a memory worth keeping. He took his time with her, nipping and licking his way across her chest before his mouth found her other nipple, taking it into his mouth. She let out a little whimper, her hands coming to hold the side of his face as she felt his tongue run over the hardening peak.

"Spike..." she moaned, her shaky hands reaching down his back, as she started to un-tuck his shirt. He continued to nip and suck at her nipple as she pulled the shirt higher, forcing him to pull away as she helped him lift the shirt above his head.

He was beautiful. Her mind blanked of any thought but that as he hovered above her shirtless, his mouth coming down to finish its assault on her right nipple. Instead of letting him continue, though, she pushed him on to his back and crawled on top of him as she became braver.

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she fumbled clumsily with the buckle of his belt. Realizing she was having trouble, Spike reached down to help her, undoing the belt calmly, then unbuttoning and unzipping his fly.

She licked her lips nervously, her eyes roaming over his chest and down to his unzipped fly, her trembling hands remaining by his belt.

He smirked, taking her hand and laying it on his obvious hard-on. "Gonna 'elp me 'ere, Buffy?"

With shaking hands, she reached into his jeans, her hand encircling his aching cock, and pulling it out. He groaned at the sensation, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Buffy..." he gasped. He bit the inside of his cheek, desperately fighting for control as he rolled her over. His hands found the button of her jeans, unbuttoning it and then reaching for the zipper. He pulled her in for a demanding kiss as he slid the jeans down her legs, then wiggled out of his own jeans.

The couple broke apart as they kicked their jeans off their feet, his hands then quickly coming to rest on the waistband of her panties. Her hands covered his own, as she helped him slide her panties down, kicking them off into the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Beautiful." The word escaped his lips in a whisper, and he pushed Buffy on to her back, his mouth descending back onto hers. Still kissing her, his hand fumbled blindly for the drawer of the nightstand, opening it and grabbing a square, wrapped package.

He pulled away from her swollen lips, and she reached for him again.

"One second, luv," he soothed, holding up the wrapped package. "We need protection."

Buffy wordlessly watched as Spike ripped open the package pulling out the lubricated condom and unrolled it onto his hard cock. Nervousness again began spreading through her as he crawled between her spread legs. He pulled her in for a quick kiss, then reached down and positioned himself.

"Spike... um, before you..." She trailed off, making a face. "... you know... I should probably tell you something..."

"Luv?" he asked concernedly. "What i it?"

"I'm... well... I'm a virgin." She blushed bright red. Spike sighed in obvious relief, then chuckled, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I um..." She only reddened more, covering her face with her hands.

He grabbed her hands, putting them by her sides, his mouth coming down to meet hers in a passionate kiss. "I'll go slowly."

She could almost hear her heart pounding, as Spike positioned himself at her sopping entrance yet again.

His lips found hers again, kissing her passionately as he lined his hips up to hers and entered her in one quick thrust, stifling her cry of pain with his mouth. "Sorry... Buffy..." he said as he pulled away, kissing her eyelids and her cheeks. "Are you alright? I didn't want to 'urt you.."

Buffy gritted her teeth, her body rigid with the unexpected and frankly, mood-killing pain. "Ow," she whimpered.

"I'm so sorry." He buried his face in her neck, letting her adjust to the feel of him. "Jus' relax, luv. Think... jus' think how good it will feel..." He dug his fingernails into the palm of his hand, fighting for control, then kissed her softly. "I'm... I'm going t' move now, alright?"

She nodded, biting her lip as he started to move within her. She was still not quite stretched enough for the first tentative thrusts, and winced as twinges of pain shot through her with his movements. Soon, though, the pain gave way to a pleasant, warm tingling.

"You okay?" He shifted his hips, testing her slightly, before moving a little faster, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "Buffy..." One of his hands trailed down between their bodies, situating itself between her wet folds. He stroked her softly in time with his thrusts before his fingers came in contact with her sensitive bundle of nerves.

She whimpered slightly, and Spike grinned. His fingers continued their ministrations on her clit, and she bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed. Spike groaned, his control quickly slipping as he started to rock more frantically. He twisted her clit, watching as her lips parted on a tiny gasp and she pushed herself against his hand. "Sp-Spike...!" she exclaimed as a tiny orgasm rippled through her. Spike muffled her cry with his mouth, kissing her deeply. He groaned as he felt her inner walls lightly flutter around him. He began to tense, his muscles seemingly coiling in upon themselves as his body prepared itself for climax. His balls tightened and drew up and he thrust mindlessly into her a few more times. His lips attacked her own, kissing her hungrily as he tensed and shuddered above her, then emptied himself into the condom.

Spike continued to rock with her until it was over, then pulled out and rolled onto his back. He removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the wastebasket, then pulled her close.

"Was I... was I okay?" she asked in a moment of extreme self-consciousness, scooting until her head was on his chest.

"Perfect," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "You were perfect." He gave up the fight to keep his eyes open, allowing his heavy eyelids to fall closed.

"I'm sleepy," she mumbled quietly. "Me too, pet," Spike replied. "Go to sleep."

"Mmm." Buffy's eyes closed as she snuggled into his warm body. They both were asleep within minutes.

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"Spike!" Loud pounding on the door awoke the bottle-blondes from sleep. Spike quickly grabbed his jeans, throwing them on in a hurry.

"Get dressed," he whispered to Buffy who was slowly sitting up.

She nodded, sitting up and suddenly realizing how sore she was. "Ow..."

"You okay?" He turned around.

She nodded, grabbing her jeans and tank top off the floor and struggling to get them on. "Kind of sore is all..."

"Sorry-"

He started to reply but was cut off by more pounding on the door, "SPIKE!"

"I'm up! I'm up!" he called, waiting for Buffy to get dressed before he opened the door to come face to face with Drusilla.

"Where's Buffy? Joyce has been looking fo-" She cut herself off when she noticed Buffy standing behind her brother, and she gave them both a curious look.

He blurted out the first excuse that came to his head. "We were watching T.V. last night, and we must've fallen asleep."

"Ah," Drusilla replied. "Well, Joyce was very worried about you, pet." She looked at Buffy. "It might be good if you go and find your mum and let her know you're alright."

Buffy nodded, trying to ignore her sore muscles as she walked past Spike and Drusilla and up the stairs leading to the living room. She heard her mother's voice in the kitchen, and she followed the sound, turning to her mother when she got there. "Hi, mom."

"Buffy!" Joyce ran over to her daughter. "Where have you been? I just got off the phone with Anya!"

"Mom, calm down. I watched a movie with Spike last night and we fell asleep down there." She responded with ease, thankful that she had mastered the art of lying long ago.

Joyce sighed, running her hand through her daughter's hair, "I'm sorry. I was just worried."

Buffy nodded, pulling open the refrigerator door and grabbing a bottle of water. "I'm gonna take a shower."

She didn't wait to her a response before she disappeared upstairs, hoping the hot water would soothe her sore muscles.

****

Cordelia looked up at the three girls sitting around her, before looking back down at her hand-held mirror and re-applying her lipstick. "So... do you think he'll go out with me again?"

Buffy shifted uncomfortably, but nobody seemed to take notice.

"Maybe," Anya replied. "Do you think he'll give you lots of orgasms?"

"I hope," Cordelia sighed dreamily, falling back onto Buffy's bed. "Losing my virginity to Spike... would be very nice."

Buffy shifted uncomfortably, yet again.

"So Buff," Cordelia said. "Do you think he'll go out with me again?"

Buffy shrugged, her attention falling to her chipped nail polish, as she started to pick at it. She hoped that by fixing her attention elsewhere, Cordelia wouldn't talk about her one-time date with Spike.

"We did kiss...kind of. I mean... he has great lips-"

"So," Buffy cut off the brunette. "Do you guys want to get something to eat? I don't know about you, but I'm starved."

"Yeah, kind of hungry myself." Willow responded. "My tummy's feeling rumbly." She laughed at herself. "I rhymed!"

Buffy smiled slightly, "We just went shopping so there should be lots of yummy food."

"Spike might be down there too!" Cordelia immediately stood up, flattening down her hair and turning to Anya. "Do I look okay?"

"You look fine." Anya replied.

Buffy ignored the two girls, desperately wishing that Cordelia would get over Spike. After all, Spike was hers now, and she definitely wasn't the type to share.

Forgetting about her sore muscles, Buffy stood up in a hurry. Pain, not as strong as earlier, but still uncomfortable nonetheless, startled Buffy, and she grabbed on to her dresser for support. "Ow." "Yeah, I'm just a little sore. Must've slept wrong." Buffy shrugged it off, heading to the door.

"Geez," Cordelia spoke. "What'd you do, run a marathon?"

Buffy ignored the brunette, not feeling the need to speak to her, as she opened the door and headed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I usually get very sore after rough sex." She heard Anya say as they entered the kitchen. Spike was sitting at the island, and had obviously heard her too, for he raised an eyebrow, looking at the four girls.

Buffy blushed.

Anya shrugged, looking at Spike, "Buffy's sore."

He couldn't help but smirk as he looked at Buffy, which only caused her to turn a darker shade of red.

Buffy turned away heading towards the refrigerator, "So what do you guys want?"

Anya and Willow crowded the refrigerator, Cordelia trying to look sexy as she leaned against the counter.

"Buffy?" Spike spoke grabbing her arm, and in a low voice he whispered. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." She replied, reassuring him. He nodded.

"So Spike..." Cordelia suddenly said, walking between Buffy and him, and whispering: "Would you like to go out again?"

Buffy glared at the back of the brunette's head, having the sudden urge to rip off that same head and watch it go flying across the room.

"Um.. well you see..." Spike backed up slightly from the brunette. "I'm seeing someone else now, pet."

"Oh." Cordelia couldn't hide the disappointment on her features. She stood there staring at him for another minute until she stormed out of the room, obviously about to burst into tears.

"You got her upset." Anya suddenly spoke up. "It's never good to get her upset."

"Well... it was a date. I didn't mean to make her think it was anything else..." Spike trailed off.

"Well, she is obsessed with you. You should've thought about that before going on one date with her and then telling her no when she asked you out again." Anya said.

"Should've never gone out with her in the first place..." He heard Buffy mumble.

Anya shrugged, "Oh well. Now you're just going to be bugged about it." She than walked out of the kitchen in the direction Cordelia headed. Willow followed soon after.

"Great..." Buffy spoke, leaning on to her boyfriend's chest.

He kissed the top of her head softly. "Sorry, luv."

"You better be, 'cuz I'm definitely gonna be put through hell once she finds out I took her place." Buffy sighed, looking up at him.

He looked down at her, a wicked grin suddenly appearing on his face, "I'll make it up to you tonight."

tbc...