Art, Inspiration, Lust

Disclaimer: do not own the characters, I use in my stories. Joss and the writers of BtVS are great creators and I only borrow their characters they are my muse. I only write these stories for fun. Joss Whedon, Twentieth Century Fox Productions, UPN, Sandollar Television, and Mutant Enemy own BtVS. No copyright infringements were intended.

Summary: Willow and Buffy take an art class at Sunnydale University. Buffy takes particular interest in the male model in the nude figure drawing lab.

Spoilers: This is set towards the end of season 4-post Something Blue, but it doesn't really fit between any episodes in particular.

Author's Notes: Thought of this idea, because Spike looks so good with his shirt off.

Distribution: My site, my affiliates, any one I send it to, and anyone that asks via e-mail and says please.

Buffy and Willow were taking a drawing class at Sunnydale University in spring semester of their freshman year. The course was in the early evening and Buffy didn't want it to interfere with her slaying, but took it because Willow begged her.

"Buffy, it will give us some more together time." She said. "You are busy with Riley and I have new friends as well."

"Well, if you were already good at something you wouldn't need to take a class. Plus it is for non-art majors, so no one is going to be a Rembrant or something."

The art professor planned to schedule a nude male model towards the end of the semester, and they girls would often joke about it.

"Buffy, so I don't want you cheating on Riley with this nude model guy." Willow joked.

"No, way, he will probably be old and gross," Buffy said. "Not sexy old like Angel, but yuk old like Giles."

Finally the infamous class night was here and Buffy was a little nervous that she would laugh and couldn't draw a convincing penis. Buffy and Willow walked to the class together.

"Buffy, so how is the thing with Riley?" Willow asked.

"Good." She replied. "Something is missing though."

Willow responded, "maybe I could do a spell to find out what is missing--or give you guys and extra spark."

"He is nice," Buffy said. "It is not full of lust, heat, or desire."

"Do you really want him totally focused on getting into your pants?" Willow questioned.

"Well, no." Buffy said as she opened the door to the art building on campus. She didn't want to admit to her best friend that she was sexually bored with Riley, but he made a swell boyfriend.

"A good sign, we saw no vampires on our stroll through campus." Willow joked.

The classroom was near the front door. Buffy peered into the classroom door and her jaw dropped when she saw the model sitting in the middle of the classroom--it was Spike wearing only a white terry-cloth robe.

Spike was leery about his new scheme to make money. He got a job at the Sunnydale University Art Department as a nude model for a few drawing classes. He hoped that people didn't have mirrors to see his non-reflection. Spike wasn't concerned about the nudity part, because he knew he looked good.

Spike was speaking to the professor and didn't appear to notice when Buffy and Willow walked in the room and took their seats.

"What is Spike doing here?" Buffy whispered.

"I guess he is our model." She replied with a giggle.

"I won't be able to fight him with a straight face." Buffy confessed. "After I see him all naked and stuff."

"And I know how much you love getting down and dirty with him." Willow teased.

"Willow!" Buffy exclaimed.

"I just mean, that you enjoy fighting him." She replied.

Spike noticed Willow and Buffy entering the room and taking their seats. He could just sense the sweet scent of Slayer musk a mile away. Spike was anticipating Buffy's reaction to his sexy display. He worried about getting too excited and would be unable to hide his feelings from anyone in the room. "Slayer and Red, how did you hear about this?"

"About what? We're in this class." Buffy said.

He smirked, "Well, get ready to see a real man."

Buffy laughed to herself. She responded with a look of disgust. Spike only confidently smiled back with a raised eyebrow and a head tilt.

The teacher began class, welcome to nude figure drawing lab. "This is Spike, he will be here tonight. Please turn in your work to me next week."

Buffy always thought Spike was a little attractive in an evil way, but not gorgeous, until he took his robe off. Stripped away was the tough black leather exterior and exposed was the most perfect male body that she had ever seen. The muscular definition on Spike's chest mirrored the sharp lines of his beautiful cheekbones. His alabaster skin, that had not seen the sun for over 100 years, made the vampire look like a statute of a Greek god and the bleach blonde hair intensified the effect. Her eyes moved down between his legs and she gazed at the largest cock she had ever seen, it was just kind of hard when she looked at it. Buffy turned her head away quickly. She was compelled to look back, transfixed on her former arch nemesis. She dreamed abound his well-muscled legs and imagined them around her, and freaked that she wanted Spike's incredible body in as many ways possible.

"Spike, don't be shy. Move around a little, give us some different poses." The professor prodded.

This teensy bit of encouragement was enough for Spike to sensually slide into gracefully erotic positions. Buffy thought he moved like he kissed, slow and deliberate. She remembered the faux engagement, and how she wished they had consummated the relationship on an early honeymoon, now that she had seen him in all his spectacular glory.

He loved the attention from the ladies in the classroom, especially from a certain tiny blonde. The male members of the class were also focused by his presence. Willow began to draw as Buffy sat in awe.

"Buffy, drool much?" Her best friend asked.

She snapped out of it, "what?"

"I see how you are checking out Spike." Willow remarked.

"Was not, just looking for inspiration." She unconvincing stated. "I think I might draw a stake in his heart."

The class took a break and Spike covered up his body with the robe and went out for a quick smoke.

Buffy followed him out before Willow saw her leave the classroom.

"Spike, how are you?"

"Slayer, I thought you didn't care, I'm touched."

Buffy asked with a silly giggle, "How long have you been uh-um posing?"

"First time, need blood, smokes, and beer, I would just take that shit if it wasn't for this bloody chip in my head. " Spike confessed as smoke floated out of his mouth.

"This class is difficult, I can't draw under pressure." Buffy said.

"Slayer, if you need to look at me some more, for the assignment, the crypt door is always open." Spike offered. "Well you should know-- always bust into there anyway."

"No." Buffy blushed. "I think it won't be necessary." She sat up and walked back into the classroom, and turned around. "But thanks."

Spike sat on the steps and thought she wouldn't pass up an offer that sweet. "She will come, just mark my words." He snuffed out the cigarette onto the pavement and went inside.

Buffy went to Spike's crypt to show him the finished work of art. She wore a pink little dress and she could tell by the look on his face that he liked it on her.

"Spike, I came here to see what you think, of the drawing. I hope you like it."

Buffy pulled off the red scarf covering her picture. "Ta-da!"

"Looks good, Slayer, but there is something wrong with the shading, texture, it doesn't seem real to me."

"Who died and made you an art critic?" She questioned.

"I ate and art critic once, does that count?" Spike said bluntly.

"Whatever! Do you know how I can improve it?" Buffy asked.

He took off his black t-shirt, exposing his muscular chest. "Touch me, Buffy."

It didn't take her long for her fingertips to connect with his upper body. She grazed his collarbone and gracefully glided down to his nipple. It was magical, like sparks of energy was being transmitted between them.

Spike smiled at her caresses. He loved when she touched him with violence, but gentle was much better.

Buffy enjoyed how soft he felt. One hand reached up into his bleach blonde hair and she loved how it slipped between her fingers.

She was compelled to kiss him and did; she wanted to feel his soft lips against her own. It started as a closed mouth kiss that quickly evolved to a passionate mating of tongues.

Buffy instinctively un-hooked his belt buckle, Spike's eyes widened in surprise. "Pet, on your knees--take me all the way." He backed up against the stone wall for balance.

She complied with his request and worked on the button and the zipper of his jeans. Her small hand was warm and pulled out his cool and thick cock, it hardened further at her touch. Buffy also took out his balls and loved how they felt in her hand.

"Kiss it, Slayer." He demanded. Buffy did as she was told kissing the tip and then tonguing the velvety head in lots of little circles, tasting drops of salty pre-cum.

Spike clearly enjoyed her hot mouth teasing his stiff cock. He moaned with pleasure, and growled animalisticly.

She wanted more of him in her mouth, and she took more of him inside, all the way in fact. Spike began to thrust his hips, his dick penetrating past her lips. Buffy could then relish the felling of him against her tongue and she made the most of it by exploring his hard column of flesh in various patterns.

Spike began to jerk in her mouth. He began to slam harder down her throat. Buffy didn't know if she could take it, but desire over took her and her lips pursed tighter around Spike's erection, and squeezed it sucking him relentlessly.

With one last blast he spilled his seed down her throat and Buffy drank every bit of it down. Spike pulled his head back and screamed a series of orgasmic groans. Buffy licked his cock clean, until she lifted up her head and smiled, "I know your texture now."

"Luv, that was amazin'." He said. "Can't wait to do you."

Buffy was ready for her turn, all right, her panties were soaking and she was aching with desire between her legs.

"But you'r not ready yet." Spike exclaimed.

"Spike, I need you, I'm so hot for you."

"No--I can't, you'r not ready." He insisted.

"Please, Spike I need you. How can I be ready? " She asked.

"Admit it." He taunted. "To yourself."

"You bastard! I need you." Buffy screamed. "How can I be more clear?"

"But, she doesn't want it." Spike pointed to Buffy sleeping in her bed in her dorm room.

Buffy instantly woke up in her bed and realized the whole thing was a dream. She felt so hot, so needy, so horny. She looked across the dorm room to see Willow snoring in deep sleep. The sun was just peeking through the curtains, but the room was still dim.

Under the covers, Buffy shoved her hand down inside her pajama bottoms. She wasn't wearing any panties. Buffy's index finger found her swollen clit. She flicked it around in little circles. Slight moans flew passed her lips as whispers. Another finger caressed her intimate folds it was difficult to not squeal her feelings of lust.

She rolled over onto her stomach. One finger ventured inside her moist opening and she began to rock it in and out it. Buffy shouted a muffled "Spike" into her pillow as she let a second finger inside and pumped faster. Her left hand grabbed her right breast and kneaded it, imagining it was a cold vampric Spike hand and she came.

A few moments later she heard Willow getting out of her bed. After gathering a little composure she rolled over and said "Good morning Will."

Walking around the Sunnydale University campus at night is so dull. Even with this bloody chip in my head, I walk around looking for victims. I can't bite the pretty girls, anymore--demons and stupid vamps will have to do for now.

In the distance I hear grunting, groaning, moaning, the wondrous sounds of fucking. I spot the couple under that park bench. I secretly hope that it is that moronic soldier boy is with another girl--that would break Slayer's heart and that is always a good time for a laugh. No--ugh it is two fat kids--mating like whales--not a pretty site, but at least they found each other.

I walk away in disgust and light up another smoke. I face the front of Stevenson Hall. I look in the window for room 214. I wonder what is going on in there. Lights are off--is anyone inside--yes, I smell the Slayer inside. If I concentrate hard I can scenes that bird from a mile away--not just Slayers, but this girl in particular.

Naked? I really would like to see that. Especially because she got to see me naked, and I think she enjoyed it. Although I think I would enjoy seeing her body more than she enjoyed looking at me. For one I'm evil and corrupting this Slayer's body has been my dream since I moved to Sunnydale-so fuckin' mad Angel got to do it first.

I walk in to the main room to the dorm--lame security, since I have been already invited in I can simply pick the lock and be inside, so see for myself what is going on. Climb the stairs, no one is around- two in the bloody morning college wankers sleeping or passed out drunk somewhere, perfect weather for Slayer watching.

I hope I am not being a Angel type poofer, I know he went in her bedroom when he was evil and watched her at night--he left a drawings and --I wonder what he saw. Does she snore? Sleep buff naked?

I think she is alone. I think so--no men with her, I don't think the Wiccan is with her either. I don't smell anyone else around her. Whatever, this lock is so easy to break in it is like taking blood from a baby, not much of a challenge. I snuff out a smoke in the hallway--can't be too careful and leave evidence behind. I listen for voices I only hear little purrs exiting out a sweet mouth.

I open the door, it creaks, but my vamp hearing probably makes it sound worse. I step in--invite is still good, maybe she doesn't hate me too much, after all. Slayer's alone in her bed. Red isn't home. Perfect. Only problem is that she is not nude sprawled out on satin sheets moaning--"Spike please fuck me."

Pretty good though, little white top, little white straps holding it up, perky nipples hard and lickable. I could take a whole breast in my mouth. I would put up with one of those migraines just to put my fangs around them for 5 seconds. Long blonde hair draped on the pillow, just looks sensual.

So bloody hot, I need a drink. Good thing my flask of bourbon is in my duster, instead of left behind in front of the telly in my crypt. I sit down on Red's bed and take a sip. The bed smells clean, like a laundry room. It doesn't matter because I'm beginning to smell something much better brewing from the other side of the room.

The sweet Slayer with her vanilla shampoo and that fruity perfume always turns me on. I also can detect the sexual fragrance from the girl- something is building under the covers; usually I only get that when I am fighting her. That quim pulsing between her legs is too much for a bloody poofer or a plastic GI Joe, she needs a lover that can completely satisfy a Slayer. I would love to take her on.

A tiny little moan slips out of her soft, warm lips--the lips that felt so good against mine. The engagement spell proved that she could kiss with such passion, fire, desire. I know that lust for me was more than that sodding spell, you can't hide something's things from a vampire. I felt the fire after the spell was broken, that she was still into me.

"Oooooohh." Another slight moan escapes out of the Slayer's pouty mouth. I think the bitch is in heat--havin' a sex dream. She squirms around the bed, seducing me, visually. Her hand glides up her curves stopping at the cup of those breasts.

Oh fuck, how am I goin' to control myself from screwin' that firey vixen in the next five minutes? My body is telling me I need to do more that just watch her. I need to consume more alcohol.

She whispers, "oh no, but your a vampire," in a kittenish, coquettish way. It is sex dream about a vamp; I guess the Slayer takes her work home with her. What undead hunk is her fantasy? Angel? I bloody well hope not, I thought she got Peaches out of her system. A wet behind the ears, minion vamp? Everyone who isn't blind knows that she has so much sexual tension towards me--that is always on the verge of combustion.

She touches her neck. Lightly piercing it with two fingernails. "No fangs, just kisses." She smiles, flails her arms, like she's pushing invisible boy off of her. "You are such a jerk, you never stop--Spike."

Confirmation of her mystery date. Deep inside, I knew it was me. It has always been me. She's such an uptight bint, never rushing towards the desire she needs; eventually she will see the light when she's not sleepin'.

"You can't drink yet," hands still on her neck. The word yet is so hopeful to my ears. A giggle then a sultry purr. "I need to drink from you first."

Hey now. She wants me, but what, my blood or something else?
Bloody hell, I am so hot now. The Slayer has her fingers in her mouth, sucking them erotically, franticly like she is clinging to life, desperate to suck the life out of an oh so willing cock, my cock.

I am compelled to touch my self, if I didn't I would be tempted to give the bitch what she is asking for. God, I'm nothin' more than a poncey wanker; I should just take what I want, what she wants, more like needs.

I hear someone walking towards the door. Oh bollocks! It is the witch--unlocking the door. I run and jump through the window and land into the bushes on the ground. Ow, I fell with a thud, feels like a kick in the back from the Slayer. I guess it is time to run to my crypt and take a cold shower.

Part 4: Mind Bending

At the Sunnydale University dining hall, Buffy and Willow had breakfast. Buffy wanted to tell Willow about her recurring dreams, but was embarrassed about entertaining those thoughts. Becoming a slave to these nightly passions.

"Willow, can I ask you about something?" Buffy took a bite out of an apple.

"Sure, we're best friends." She replied.

Buffy inquired. "What do you think about Spike?"

Willow gave her gut reaction." First I think he is an unique vampire. He is not just about the kill, you know and now he can't, so I don't know, there is so much we don't know about him."

"Well, I have been having these sex dreams about him since the art class." She smiled weakly.

"Are the dreams good?" Willow asked. "I mean he doesn't try to kill you or anything?"

"I don't know," Buffy confessed. "In all of the dreams, I pleasure him with my mouth, and I don't get any thing in return. He keeps saying that I got to admit something. It is really annoying."

"Admit what? Well I mean its confusing, he is sexy, yet evil and you hate him." Willow offered and drank her orange juice.

"Thing is. I don't really hate him, never really have hated him." Buffy said. "Well the kind of hate Kindergarten girls have towards Kindergarten boys, like he has cooties or some kind of juvenile social disease. He makes my skin crawl and I love fighting him. You know it is like we're equally matched, so we can't quite kill each other."

Willow listened to Buffy's rant and noticed the flushed face of a giddy girl in love, talking about her guy. "Well, Buffy it seems like you know how you feel, but are you holding anything back deep in your subconscious? That could be the reason for this hesitation in the dreams."

"Don't know, really." Buffy bit her lip holding back.

Willow inquired. "Do you love him?"

"It's a bad case of lust. I have feelings for him, its not love it can't be." Buffy said. "He doesn't have a soul, there is no way he can love me back."

"He loved Drusilla. If he loved her, why can't he love you?"

"I don't know, in the dreams he is so sweet and passionate in a horny evil way, but this is a fantasy, in real life he lives to taunt me."

Willow observed. "Kinda like little boys, who are in love with little girls with cooties."

"You think? He loves me?" Buffy was confused.

"Yea, your beautiful and he has eyes, and a heart, I'm not saying that it beats, but..."

Buffy interrupted. "I've always have been attracted to him, but in the dreams he's even more sexy and naked."

Riley sat down at the table. "Who's more sexy naked in these dreams?"

Buffy blushed and nervously whispered, "you, Riley--who else would I be dreaming about sexually?"

"Well in psychology, sometimes a dream of sex doesn't always represent sex." Riley instructed.

"Thanks Professor Riley," Buffy joked, "so when do we act out these fantasies?"

"Maybe we shouldn't be talking about these things in front of Willow." Riley answered. "Willow, are you comfortable with this?"

"Maybe, I should go, I got class anyway." Willow said as she got up from the table. "Buffy, I will see you later."

"Bye, Will."

"I didn't want her to leave." Riley said.

"She really did have class."

"Buffy, the way you reacted before, I kinda think the dreams are about someone else."

"Brad Pitt, I'm sorry, he's cute." Buffy covered. "I didn't want you to be jealous."

Riley reluctantly spoke. "The other night, after we made love. . .well you were laying next to me and you were sleeping and dreaming and squirming all over the bed. And you said another guy's name. Spike's name."

"It must have been a bad, evil nightmare about slaying." Buffy said blushing, but she knew the truth, it was about laying.

"You moaned his name with pleasure."

"You know how much I love kicking is ass. I like torturing him." Buffy explained. "It is fun in a slaying sort of way, moral enemy and all."

"I know you are a good girl, and would never do anything with him like that, I think its kind of funny that you dream about him like that dirty way." He stated, but didn't believe it. Riley didn't tell Buffy how she was rubbing the outside of her panties, and begging Spike to fuck her.

"Riley, you were the one that say that sex dreams don't always have to do with desire or sex."

"You right, I just wanted to see if you were lying to me." He smiled lightly.

Buffy responded with muted anger. "What if I'm embarrassed that I have uncontrollable dreams about a neutered blonde bloodsucker, something I don't want to talk to you about."

"I'm your boyfriend, you should be able to tell me everything." Riley said.

She got out of the chair. "I got to get to class."

"Are we still on for the Bronze tonight?" He inquired.

"Sure, see you there Riley."

I didn't wake up in the bed where I feel asleep. I am in an unfamiliar bedroom. I'm lying on the bed, a top a white silky comforter covered in red rose petals. The room is only lit in the soft light of the candles. My body exposed, naked and the silk and rose buds feel good against my skin. It looks like I'm alone, but I feel a presence of another person, I think it is a vampire, but I feel safe, even without any weapons.

Spike is with me. He just appears from out of nowhere and he is on top of me; he is naked too. He doesn't say anything; Spike kisses me. My mouth is melting into his. Spike's tongue feels fabulous in my mouth, stroking me in all of the right places. He is loving, kissing me passionately like he's been waiting 100 years to do this. I moan in his mouth. Making out with him feels too good to be true.

Spike's hands go down to my breasts, kneading them; playing with one nipple. His hands feel so good on me. He kisses me some more; he is demanding, yet gentle. I am filled with desire, wishing he would go lower. I am aching with need.

The vampire's mouth plunders my neck, fangs drawn, I'm not afraid. He doesn't bite, but the fangs brush against my skin. He licks my neck with his demon face on; Spike is still beautiful like this. His cool lips tease me and it sends chills up my spine. He looks up, the human face is back and he smiles seductively at me. I smile back and gaze into his blue eyes.

Spike's palm cups the bottom of my right breast, bringing it to his mouth. Licking the nipple. Suckling it in his mouth. I exhale all of my stress and absorb the pleasure he is providing. I love this man. I love what he does to me. I love the way he makes me feel.

He picks up a rose petal and strokes my stomach, it tickles. It is so light on my abs and around my belly button. Lower until he reaches my pubic hair, caressing the tips with the flower I can barley feel the presence of it as he travels down my sex. I am dripping wet, yet he doesn't indulge me quite yet, as a petal kisses my inner thigh.

He looks at me; "You're ready for your turn." He spreads my legs further apart. "You are so wet for me."

Spike begins to lick me, up and down the slit. Ooh, it feels so good. After a few strokes he finds my clit and dances with it. "Goddamn." His lips suck around my clit.

A finger pushes inside me. "Spike, oh god, I need you." He rocks the digit in and out. Spike's mouth is still working on my clit. Puts another finger inside. "Oh God, Spike, make me come, please." Breathing heavy. "Almost there baby." My body contracts with his every motion. "Fuck, Spike…ooh, make me come, fuck me please."

I am so close to the best orgasm of my life. "Ooh baby, right there, come on…aaah, yea. . ."

"Buffy!" I hear more knocking at my door. "Sweetie, it's your Mother, can I come in?"

It was another dream, at least I he was pleasuring me this time. I am still covered in sweat and desire. I try to hide it as much as I can.

She peeks in. "Buffy, I am so worried about you. You've been sleeping for the entire day."

"Really, Mom? I've just been having rough dreams lately." I don't tell her how hot and sexy the dreams have been, how frustrating yet, amazing these dreams are.

"Well, you have a guest downstairs, and I guess it was a good excuse to wake you up." Mom said.

"Please, if its Riley tell him to go home. I never want to see that jerk again."

"Tell, him I will be down in a few minutes, make him some of your hot chocolate, he always tells me how much he loves it."

Mom leaves the room. I need to get in something comfortable, but still sexy. Brush my teeth. Fix that hair. Wash the face, maybe a little makeup. I don't want to appear that I'm trying too hard.

After a few moments of primping and beautification, I go downstairs. I follow the sound of laughter in the dining room. I see the two of them drinking their hot chocolate looking at baby pictures of me. A little embarrassing, I admit, but I really don't care what Spike thinks.

"Joyce, you have a beautiful daughter." Spike said as he picked up a photo from off the table.

"I know, Buffy's always been a pretty girl." My mom asked him, showing him another picture.

"Hi honey. I was just putting some of these old photos in an album and Spike came over."

I sat on the couch, but still had to peek a little, he pulled a gift off of the floor. Spike put the present in my hands. It was a gift, perfectly wrapped so I know Spike didn't wrap it himself.

"That obvious innit? The little chit at the store wrapped it for me." Spike replied. "Open it before the next apocalypse, already."

I tear off the paper and see that it is a shoebox from the April Fools boutique. I take off the lid and see those silver shoes.

"Spike, you didn't have to, I mean it wasn't your fault that the Initiative made us lose the dance contest."

"How did you know these were the ones I wanted, and the right size, too." I begin to put the shoes on.

"I listen to you. Every bloody word-your voice is like poetry and I aim to remember every syllable." Isn't he the sweetest evil monster you've ever seen?

"I didn't take you for a romantic, but you really didn't have to do this for me."

"Shut up, you bloody saved my unlife from those camouflage wankers. This was the least I could do." He smiled.

I kiss him. Lightly on the lips, not with the pent up lust I have, but with the developing sense of friendship.

"Slayer." Spike kisses me back, with the passion and fire of 1,000 suns. I have never been kissed with that much intensity, even in my wildest fantasies.

He pushes me on my back, onto the couch. Spike kisses me, a little longer, his tongue against mine, is better than it was in the dream.

"For one thing you Mum is in the next room, and secondly I wanted to wait for our first date." He said.

"Pet, I got an idea, cause I burn for you too. Not like a bad burn, but a longing for you." He was babbling like a nervous virginal boy. "Well, baby I can wait 'til tomorrow. Wear those shoes, and well like other clothes to my crypt; be there at 7 o'clock and we will have our first date. I will make it special, I promise."

Buffy arrived at Spike's crypt a few minutes before 7. She wore the silver shoes and a little black dress. Her jewelry matched her shoes. Buffy wrapped her long hair up, exposing her neck, such a sexual part for a vampire. Was it subconscious that she wanted to get bitten?

There was a note on the door written in beautiful Victorian script: "Come In, My Pet."

Buffy walked in the door, excited at what awaited her on the other side. The heavy door creaked open like it always did, but classical music was also heard. She was under the impression that he only owned a collection of obnoxious punk rock. Tons of candles illuminated the room.

Then Buffy noticed another note in the same handwriting sitting atop the television reading, "Downstairs."

She climbed the ladder to the lower section of the crypt. The area was glowing with more candles.

Spike was sitting there; his eyes glanced over every inch of her body. He lightly whispered, "Beautiful, so bloody beautiful."

Spike had made a table. Covered in a white linen tablecloth, place setting reminiscent of a fancy restaurant. The Italian food looked and smelled so good. A bottle of wine sat in the center of the table, two empty flute glasses sat in front of each dish.

He got out of his seat and pulled out her chair. "Sit down." Buffy complied and he pushed her closer to the table. "You look like a vision, to good to be true."

"Thanks, and you're not bad to look at yourself, and quite the gentleman." She smiled, as she looked at him in a white dress shirt and black pants. Buffy was surprised he wore a new outfit two days in a row. He looked so dashing and so hot. Buffy thought she had never seen the definition of handsome until that moment.

"Not bloody likely, since every food on the menu is and aphrodisiac, or so they tell me." Spike said as he poured wine into her glass. "I was hoping that would do the trick."

"Where did you get the food?" Buffy asked. "Since I've never seen a stove in this or any other crypt and I'm the Slayer and I've been in way too many moldy tombs, like an expert or something."

"I had the them deliver it, requested light on the garlic. It's from this little Italian place, Colombo's. I have a connection, since I use to be a hitman for the family's uncle in New York. Feeding and helping the mob at the same time was a great gig."

"Yea, the garlic thing was something those Italians could never understand, the vampire and garlic thing. You know some vamps can handle garlic only if they are a badass like me."

"I am in other ways too, pet-- you are just going to find them all out for yourself."

"Glad to her it luv, Colombo's always has the best food and I make a great dinner companion."

"Why didn't we just go to the restaurant?" She took a bite of her pasta. "Is the Big Bad embarrassed to be seen with the Slayer?"

"God no. If I could go out in sunlight, I would have a parade and walk down main street with you," Spike smirked, "this inside the crypt thing is to prevent the awkward moment of asking you to come home with me."

She giggled. Buffy moved her feet towards his under the table. She moved her foot against his ankle.

Spike loved the attention. He sat passively; he wanted to see what she would do next.

Buffy stopped momentarily and Spike didn't want to seem too disappointed. He made a rude comment to hide his desperate need for her. "So you think on our second date, we should kill Captain Cardboard?"

"If you mean Riley, I'll think about it and get back with you." Buffy undid the strap on her right shoe.

"Yea, do you think those commando guys will keep on harassing us?" Spike asked as he took his last bite of dinner.

She said. "No, if they do, I'll kill 'em, cause no one hurts my Spike." Buffy started to run her foot up and down his pant leg. "If anyone is gonna hurt you, its gonna be me."

Buffy continued to rub his leg with her foot. Traveling higher and higher up to his thigh.

Spike concentrated not to let her ministrations make him explode in pleasure. "Bloody Hell, Slayer, it seems like my girl is ready for her desert."

Her foot found its way to his crotch. Caressing his balls with her toes and fondling his penis. Buffy could feel him getting harder with every touch.

Spike was helpless to her charms; he spread his legs wider and struggled to keep his cool. Spike didn't want to get off like this; it had to be inside her at least for the first time.

"OK, but I don't want you to leave my sight for too long." Buffy gracefully sauntered towards the bed.

"Just going upstairs to get our desert." Spike got out of his chair and walked towards the ladder. "It will be worth the wait."

Buffy got out of her dress. Exposing her red bra and panties. She never did anything sexually provocative like this, but around Spike she felt confident enough with herself to be frisky.

She laid down on her side and waited for him. He arrived in basement with strawberries and a can of whip cream.

Spike took a double take and almost dropped the food onto the cement floor. "Slayer, you really know how to make a man go wild."

Spike placed the food on the bed. He took off his jacket and his shirt.
"So baby, I see that you're comfortable, so I should to get naked as well."

"Good, seeing you naked at my art class made me realize how much I wanted you." Buffy laid down on her back.

He chastely kissed her stomach. Took off the cap of whip cream and shook it. He squirted a dollop of cream on her abs.

He dipped a chilled strawberry into the cream. "Do you like this, baby?" He put the berry to his mouth and bit the tip. "Because, you taste so good."

Spike put the rest of the berry in the cream again. He brought it up to her mouth. Buffy ate his offering.

Spike's mouth descended towards the pile of cream on Buffy. He licked the remainder off of her.

Chills developed through every inch of Buffy's body. Spike crawled on top of her and started to kiss her.

Buffy loved how his mouth felt interlocked with her own. The passionate kissing was the perfect mix of pure animalism and extraordinary affection.

Spike nibbled on her ear and licked the length of her neck. He wanted to bite it, but thought it might spoil his chance at enjoying other activities with Buffy.

She slid her nails up and down his back. His cool tongue against her skin felt like magic, something otherworldly. Buffy moaned and it really couldn't express how good it was to feel his hands all over her body.

Spike carefully unfastened her bra from the back. The red lace contrasted with his pale white hands. Buffy's breasts were ready to be enjoyed by her vampire. She shivered as his mouth erotically attacked her rounded globes of flesh. Spike suckled the nipple of one breast while he pinched the one on the other side of her body. He loved how the soft she felt and how these actions were affecting her.

She was surprised that Spike forgot all about the whipped cream and thought it would be kind of fun to play with, but he was so captivated by her it was as if he was hypnotized.

Spike licked her chest and Buffy mewled little sweet sounds. He wanted to experience more of her body. His mouth navigated south over her belly and down to the red silk panties.

Spike's tongue went under the elastic waistband. He looked up at her with a naughty grim. "You're gonna love this." His teeth grabbed her panties and dragged it to her ankles and onto the floor.

Buffy was naked on top of his bed, aching with need. Spike caressed her legs. He finally reached the ultimate treasure. Spike nibbled on her inner thighs and stroked the course curls protecting her most private spot.

Buffy could feel his cool breath, all be it unnecessary, ready to pounce on her. Spike's mouth found her clit. The first touch and Buffy was consumed with pleasure. He licked the sensitive nub swiftly and it drove Buffy into a frenzy of lust. Spike frantically swirled his tongue around her clit and in a few moments she was close to an orgasm.

Spike stopped when he noticed she was on the brink. Buffy whimpered when he stopped.

"But, it was so good, I need more, you're suck a jerk, just like in the dreams." She complained.

He pulled out his dick; the site was so familiar since she had been dreaming about it for weeks. Buffy loved the thickness and length, she knew it would fit perfectly inside her.

He positioned himself, just centimeters away from the desired target. "Oh Pet, are you ready for me?" He already knew the answer since she was already sopping wet.

He plowed inside, cock buried his cock to the hilt and she cried out in moans of absolute lust. Buffy rolled her hips to give Spike better access and spread her legs as wide as they would go.

Pumping in and out, each partner fell into a single rhythm. Spike felt Buffy's inner muscles pulsing and vibrating around his swollen cock as it rammed deep inside. His Dick fucked her in places so deep she didn't know existed.

Buffy's pussy was convulsing as she came; screaming dirty words of affirmation. Spike's orgasm came just seconds later as he filled her with evidence of his lust and groans of masculine growls echoed throughout the crypt.

Buffy crawled under the covers of the bed. "If I knew you were that good, I wouldn't not wasted my time with college boys."

"Finally seeing the light, Slayer." Spike took a cigarette out of the pack on the nightstand.

"Maybe I had to have bad sex to know that I found a magnificent lover in you, Spike." Buffy proclaimed.

He joined Buffy in the bed and held her. "You have a talent yourself, can't wait to explore some more."

Spike wrapped his arm around Buffy as she rested on his chest. He used the other hand to enable his nicotine habit, but after sex it was obligatory.

Buffy basked in the glow of great sex. She wanted it again; she wanted it often.

Spike ran his fingers through her blonde hair. "You are so pretty, can I paint you? Will you pose for me?"

Buffy replied. "I bet your painting of me will be better than my drawing of you."