Chapter 9:

London 8:05AM…

Ethan Rayne sat at his desk in the office of Rayne Magazine when his private line rang, “Good Morning Drusilla,” he had been expecting this call.

“You lied to me daddy,” Drusilla screamed in his ear.

“Whatever are you on about Dru?” he replied.

Still screeching, “You know damn well, what I mean. Where is Spike?”

Taking a deep breath, “As I explained before Dru, darling, Spike is in New York doing an interview for the magazine. The very important interview that Liam was supposed to be conducting while he was traipsing around lord knows where with you.”

Feeling slightly scolded, Dru started again, “Daddy, there is a picture of Spike and some twit on the front page of The Daily Mirror this morning.”

“Yes, I saw that. I am sure it is just tabloid fodder. Liz is the woman Spike was sent to interview,” he was exasperated.

“But, Daddy, the article said that he was her new lover and that they were trying to keep it quiet,” she was starting to sound like a child whining for her favorite toy.

“It was an unnamed source and you know that Spike is an utmost professional about his work. Besides, I am not sure why it matters to you, you chose Liam over Spike last I checked,” he snidely stated.

“Daddy, you know that what Spike and I have is eternal, no little thing like divorce can separate us for long,” she replied dreamily.

Thinking she really might be insane, “Well, Dru, if that is true, you have nothing to worry about. I have an appointment now. I will see you when and if you decide to come in to the office.”

“Daddy,” click, “but Daddy,” dial tone. Dru slammed down the phone. She turned to look at the doll on her bed, “Well, Miss Edith, it seems our Spike has been a bad dog. Maybe we need to find out just what he is up to and who with.” She leafed through her address book until she spotted the name she was looking for, “Maybe Mr. McDonald can help us.”
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New York same day….

Spike arrived home to his apartment in the early evening and popped the cd he just bought into his stereo. He was tired having spent most of the morning interviewing Buffy’s ex, Riley Finn after a night filled with her in his dreams.

After their kiss, he had been more anxious that he had messed things up than excited that he had kissed her, but obviously his subconscious did not agree. He had not slept much and when he did, his sleep was filled with dreams of her. In the dreams, they had gone much farther than kissing. He had awakened twice with a raging hard-on, the second so painful that he had to bring himself relief before he could get out of bed. He had tried to think about some non-descript female, then a woman named Harmony that he had slept with, nothing was helping until he imagined looking down to see Harmony’s blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock, only when she looked up, it was not Harmony, but Buffy instead. At that, he had cried out and exploded in one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. Now here he was surrounded by her again, at least surrounded by her music. The song playing was Control, the first song he heard her sing. The way she looked that night, it was the way she looked in those dreams last night, the way she looked at him when he came.

Just replaying that in his mind had gotten him hard again. ‘God, what am I gonna do? “So, sorry Buffy, I just can’t seem to get rid of this substantial problem, especially since I dreamed about you all night.” Get control of yourself man. She is not looking for a drooling groupie, hell you don’t even know if she is looking for a man. She’s hot, your horny, nothing more.’ Deciding that maybe a cold shower would help, Spike made his way to the bedroom to take off his clothes. The cool shower was doing nothing to calm him down. All he could picture was Buffy singing that damn song. He had to ask her about it. It was so different than the others, who was she talking about in that song? Who did she have that kind of sexual relationship with? Why was it driving him crazy? Maybe she was seeing someone else. She’d never said anything, but he’d never asked and why did the thought bother him so much? Well that was all it seemed to take to get rid of the permanent hard-on.

Under tenuous control, Spike finished the shower drifting into thoughts of his day. He had left the interview with Riley Finn this morning wondering how Buffy could have spent one day with the man, let alone one year. He was a nice enough person it seemed, but incredibly boring. The only bright spot of the interview was when they talked about Buffy herself, not his and her botched relationship.

If Finn had not said that he was in love with someone else, Spike could have sworn that he was still in love with Buffy, the way that he talked about her, “There’s nobody like Liz, nobody,” he had made that statement countless times. Spike did think it was telling that he always called her Liz, not Buffy, making him wonder why he was afforded the privilege. Spike had also let Finn believe that he knew what had led to he and Buffy’s break-up, causing Finn to be a little freer with his mouth. He had not lied when he told Buffy, he would not publish such things, he just wanted to know more about what made her tick.

He was shocked to learn that Finn had cheated on Buffy and then had given her an ultimatum about their relationship. No wonder she understood so well about Drusilla, she had been through something similar. Spike could have slugged him when he whined about how Liz never needed him…that all she cared about was her music…that she was so closed off and would not let anyone in. He wanted to tell the guy that Buffy was letting him in and that maybe if Finn had been more trustworthy, they would still be together, but he kept his mouth shut, just nodding his head at the appropriate times.

When he was done with the interview, he picked up some lunch then went back to his place to write up his notes while they were still fresh in his head. That of course led to getting mad on her behalf all over again, so he decided to hit the gym to work out some of his frustration. After the gym, he felt his anger fade away, only to be replaced by the tingling feelings he got before he was supposed to see her. Those feelings had been becoming stronger the more time he spent with her. He was trying to convince himself that it was only because she was nicer than he thought originally and easy to talk to, but his dreams last night and the fact that he was sitting on the bed listening to the Slayer cd were proving him wrong.

Spike finished toweling off, and slipped on his jeans. Just as he was about to grab a shirt, the doorbell rang. Figuring it was just a neighbor; Spike opened the door without looking through the peephole. Standing in front of him, holding two grocery bags was a smiling Buffy.
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A few minutes before….

Buffy was nervous, but she could not figure out why. He said if she ever got the urge to cook, to let him know, well showing up at his door with two big grocery bags was letting him know. It was also giving him no chance to back out. What if he was just being polite? She hadn’t thought of that. Oh well, too late now. She was at his door. He was definitely home, the doorman had said so, but even if he hadn’t, she could hear her music coming through the door. At least he was thinking of her, so it was now or never, she took a deep breath, plastered a big ole smile on her face and rang the doorbell.

When Spike opened the door, shirtless and with wet and wild hair, all Buffy could do was stare. Starting at his shoulders, she followed a bead of water as it traced its way down a beautiful sunken collar bone, over a well muscled pec with a little copper colored nipple, down the most amazing abs she had ever laid eyes on to get caught in the dark sprinkling of hair that trailed down into the top of his jeans. Buffy’s brain went into meltdown mode, ‘Oh my god, look at his chest and abs. I knew he was hot, but shit, I didn’t know he was that hot. Does he spend every waking moment in a gym? I think I need to lie down.’ Spike was saying something to her, but she didn’t hear it. “Huh? What did you say?” she sputtered.

Spike was smirking at her, “I said, what a nice surprise, can I take one of those bags for you? You seem a little preoccupied luv.” Spike was feeling pretty good about himself, Buffy was ogling him like a starving woman and it gave him quite a boost.

Buffy was trying to get herself together, ‘Stop staring at him! Answer him moron!’ “Sorry, could you take one, they are kinda heavy.”

“Sure,” he relieved her of both bags. “Come on in luv. I guess you decided to take me up on my appliance offer.”

Buffy was now a little more coherent, since the bags were covering the salty-goodness of his pecs. “I was hoping you weren’t kidding with the offer.” She shut his door and followed him into the kitchen; “I passed by this grocery on my way back from lunch, so I thought I would surprise you.”

He put the groceries down, turned and smiled “An what a nice surprise it is. What are you making?”

Buffy was getting flustered again, he really needed to put a shirt on, “Uhh, pasta…yeah pasta.”

Spike was loving the affect he was having on her, he couldn’t resist getting a little closer, “That sounds good. I really love pasta.”

‘Oh god,’ she licked her lips and just stared at him.

Seeing her little pink tongue come out to swipe at her lips caused Spike to flash back to his fantasy the night before. That in turn caused major movement in his lower regions, “I better go put a shirt on,” he said before practically running from the room.
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Spike was breathing hard behind his closed bedroom door, ‘Girl’s been here less than five minutes and you are acting like a freak. She is just here to cook, she said she liked cooking. But she was ogling! Of course she was ogling, you answered the door without a shirt on, what if she had answered the door like that. Noo, noo, don’t go there. Get in control, find a shirt and go back out there like a man.’
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Buffy was not fairing much better. She had dreamed about Spike again last night. Dreams that had caused her to wake in a fever imagining his hard body pressed to hers. Well, now it would just be worse, cause she had the whole chest, abs, hips and back visual to add. Maybe she would move into the shower permanently, cold water never ran out right?
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When Spike calmed himself enough to leave the bedroom, Buffy had unpacked her grocery bags, started some water for pasta, had found the cutting board, and opened a bottle of wine. She saw him standing there more fully clothed and breathed a sigh of relief and maybe disappointment. She handed him a glass of wine and turned away to start to chop for dinner.

He tasted the wine, “The wine’s delicious luv. Do you need any help with dinner?”

She continued in her work, “No, I’m good. This won’t take too long, so if you want to go ahead and get some plates and silverware, I figured we could eat at the coffee table. Oh, and could you change the cd?”

Surprised by the last request, “Does it bother you that I was playing it?

She turned to look at him, “Oh, no, nothing like that. I’ve just been on tour for a long time, so it’s nice to have a break from it all. When did you get it anyway?”

As he was switching cd’s, “I picked it up today. Numerous little birds told me that if I wanted to really know you, all I had to do was listen to your music, ‘s that true?”

She stiffened a little before turning and placing what she had chopped into a frying pan, “I do put a lot of my deepest thoughts and feelings in my songs. It’s easier than talking about them.”

“I promised a more uplifting evening tonight luv, so we can talk more about that later,” he gave her a sweet smile as he started gathering dishes. “But, I do want to ask about the inspiration for one song before I let this subject go.”

“Ok, which one,” she picked up her wine glass and walked toward him.

“I believe its called, Control,” he couldn’t quite look her in the eye.

Buffy smiled a little, “Oh, that one, yeah everyone is curious about that one.”

“Well, it is pretty provocative,” he was watching her as she walked closer to him.

With a secretive smile, “Yeah all that talk about bondage and spanking, speaks of a pretty unhealthy relationship.” She was standing right next to him now, pouting and looking him right in the eye.

Feeling a little hot under the proverbial collar, he stammered, “Yeah, you know we all experiment sometimes. With stuff like that, there has to be trust on both sides or it can get away from you.”

“I guess that’s how Oz felt when he wrote it. Out of control,” she smirked a little and went back to the stove.

It took him a minute, ‘What did she say?’ “Huh? Oz, what?”

“I said that must have been how Oz felt when he wrote the song,” she was starting to smile wider.

He was still mildly confused, “You mean you didn’t…Oz wrote the song?”

She was laughing now, “God, you should see your face. Yes, Oz wrote the song about some girl that he hooked up with for a while when he and Willow broke up in college. He realized how messed up the relationship was and that Willow was the only girl for him. They got engaged about a month after he wrote that song.”

He felt stupid now, of course she had not written that song, “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

Buffy turned back to the stove giggling to herself, “Oh nothing.”

They continued to make small talk as the pasta and sauce cooked. When she thought the sauce was right, she motioned him over for a taste. It struck her as an unusually domestic moment when she lifted the wooden spoon to his lips for a taste. He closed his mouth around the end of the spoon and then closed his eyes to savor the flavor, ‘She is a good cook.’

“Do you like it?” she was practically bursting at the seams.

“Buffy, that’s really great,” he licked his lips. “What do you call it?”

“Pantry pasta, cause I used to make it from whatever was in the pantry,” she babbled, “but since I didn’t know what you had in your pantry or if you even had a pantry, I bought the things I like best.”

He smiled, “Well, its amazing.”

“Oh, you have a little sauce…” Buffy reached up with her thumb and wiped a little smudge from the corner of his mouth, starting to pop it into her mouth when Spike grabbed her wrist and brought it to his lips.

“Can I have a little more,” he took her thumb in his mouth and sucked every bit of sauce off it. Spike pulled Buffy’s thumb from his mouth with an audible pop, stared into her eyes as he lowered his lips to hers.
 

Chapter 10:

***At long last***

Just as Spike’s lips were about to touch Buffy’s, she blurted, “Do you want to use a serving bowl or just the plates?” As soon as the words flew from her mouth, Buffy blushed and ducked her head so that she was looking at their feet, ‘What the hell are you doing, idiot? He was about to kiss you and you go and screw it up. But I don’t want him to kiss me! You really are delusional and obviously crazy since this whole conversation is in your freaking head!’

Spike was surprised and amused when she blurted the serving bowl comment out. He figured that he was just going to have to come to terms with his attraction to the girl and just see where it led, cause it was getting harder (so to speak) to deny it. She was just so damned adorable sometimes, like now; she was looking at the floor and seemed to be having a lengthy conversation with herself. It struck him terribly funny, all of a sudden, so he laughed out loud.

At his chuckle, Buffy stopped arguing with herself and looked up in confusion at his smiling face, “Why don’t we just use the plates luv.”

“Wha, huh?” could she be any cuter.

“The pasta pet, we don’t need a serving bowl. I’ll just bring the plates in and you can fill em up,” he explained. “Would you like more wine?”

“Oh,” then blushing more, “God yes, I need more wine.”

Buffy dipped up the pasta and they sat on the floor and ate their food in companionable silence, only broken by Spike’s murmurings of how delicious it was. They had both almost finished their plates when Spike started sniffing the air, “Do you smell something burning luv?”

Buffy’s eyes got very wide and she jumped up and ran into the kitchen, “Oh shit, I forgot the bread!”

Spike got up to follow her only to hear the oven bang open, Buffy yell “OW” and the oven bang close. In the kitchen the bread was lying slightly burnt on the stove and Buffy was holding her hand under the running water in the sink.

Spike started forward with concern, “What happened?”

“I’m stupid,” she said “that’s what happened. The bread was burning, so I reached in and grabbed it without looking for a pot holder and burned my hand.”

“Oh, are you alright,” he crossed to the freezer. “Let me put some ice on it.”

Spike grabbed some ice, put it in a towel, and brought it to her, “Here let me look.” He took her wrist and pulled her hand from under the water, turning the faucet off. He looked at her hand briefly and placed the wrapped ice on it. They stood there for a few minutes in silence holding the ice pack to Buffy’s hand then Buffy shivered. Spike pulled the ice away from her hand, “All better now luv?” Before she could answer, Spike brought his lips to her cold palm and gave it a small lick followed by a kiss. His eyes met hers as his lips remained on her palm. His blue eyes had grown dark and smoldering and Buffy caught her breath at the intensity she saw in them. Not feeling that either had control of their bodies due to the magnetic attraction pulling them together, their lips met in what started as a soft touch, but quickly escalated into passion. The kiss was nothing like the night before. That kiss was tender, more of a comfort kiss. This one was filled with a desperate type of passion that was begging to be unleashed.

Neither knew who started the kiss and neither seemed to care, they were both participating fully now. Buffy had never felt anything like Spike’s lips. They were demanding, but so damn soft. She thought that this had to be the best feeling in the world until she felt his tongue tracing her bottom lip, begging entrance to the moist recesses of her mouth. When the tips of their tongues met, it was like an electrical current passed through Buffy. She felt like a woman dying of thirst with Spike’s tongue the only thing to quench it.

Spike had released Buffy’s wrist to bring both his palms to her face with his fingers running into her hair. Buffy’s hands were at his waist, hooking her fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer to her. When their pelvises came into contact with the other’s body, the kiss took on more urgency. Buffy’s arms wound themselves around Spike’s neck and he released his hold on her face and hair to wind his arms around her waist and lift her off the ground. When they could not deny the need for air any longer, their lips broke apart with both of them panting heavily.

Looking into each other’s lust clouded eyes, the kiss started again. Spike was holding Buffy so close to him that her breasts were pressed flat to his chest. Buffy just felt the need to be closer to him, needed to crawl inside him, she needed to ease the ache that she had been having since he came into her life. Spike once again broke from her lips to trail kisses along her jaw to her throat. Encouraging his attention, Buffy turned her head to give him room to work as she brought her legs to wrap around his waist. Spike felt completely out of control with her legs wrapped around him and her jean clad heat pressed so intimately to him. As his lips made their way to her ear, biting and nibbling her skin along the way he knew that she was going to have to be the one to stop this, “Buffy, tell me to stop…baby you need to tell me to stop…Buffy, tell me...”

She moved her lips to his ear, “No, no Spike don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop, wanted this…you since I first saw you in the club.”

The desperation in her pleas matched the desperation he had been feeling all day, so that was all he needed to let loose of any of the control he had left. As he once again took her lips in a passionate kiss, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other went to wrap around her thigh with his hand grasping her butt to hold her up, he made his way back to his bedroom.

The noise of Spike’s bedroom door slamming shut got the entwined couple’s attention enough, so that Spike was able to unwrap Buffy’s legs from his waist and let her slide so her feet were on the ground. Her whimper of displeasure turned to a mewl of contentment when he caught her around the waist once more to dip her back and started leaving small kisses and love bites around the collar of her shirt.

As Spike was kissing and biting any exposed skin that he could reach, Buffy was running her hands to the waist of his jeans and pulling his t-shirt out. At the first touch of her hot little hands on his chest, Spike gasped as if he had been burned. Buffy was steadily moving his t-shirt up his body while running her hands up at the same time. When she could move it no further, Spike grabbed the neck and pulled it over his head to discard on the floor.

There was the salty goodness she had been ogling earlier. Now she just had to taste it. Buffy looked into Spike’s eyes as she slowly bent her head to kiss his left pec. At the touch of her hot mouth on his chest, Spike’s eyes drifted shut only to fly open a moment later when her felt that little pink tongue drag across his nipple. He groaned loudly and that was the end of passive Spike. The next thing Buffy knew, Spike had removed her shirt and pants and was lying between her wide spread legs grinding his impressive jean-covered erection into her panty clad wetness while he was kissing her with those mind-numbing lips.

Spike could not believe that Buffy was even more beautiful than in his dreams. Here she was spread out beneath him on his bed in the prettiest ivory lace bra and panties he had ever seen. Obviously, the girl had a thing for lingerie, because he knew from shopping with and for Drusilla that this was the expensive stuff. He pulled back from her for a moment, propping himself on one arm, just to take it all in. His eyes made a slow caress of her body from head to toe, taking in her kiss swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and mussed hair. Her breasts were heaving up and down, she was panting so and the muscles of her stomach and thighs were clenching. Spike decided to follow the perusal of his eyes with his hands and mouth to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.

Starting with her lips his finger blazed a trail across her cheek, over to her ear and down her neck to outline the top of her bra cups. As his hand found the front clasp of her bra to release her breasts to his gaze, Spike’s mouth started to trace the same path. He could tell by the little noises she was making that she was particularly sensitive on her neck, behind her ear, but when his fingers brushed her nipple, her head pressed against the pillow and she arched herself more fully into his touch. Spurred on by her reaction, Spike brought his mouth down to trail kisses and licks to the upper part of her chest while alternately tweaking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes were locked with her passion glazed eyes as he bent and took one of her sensitive nipples between his lips. Buffy was writhing beneath him, nothing had ever felt this good. Spike was latched on to her right breast sucking like a baby while his fingers toyed with her left. Was it possible to cum just from this type of stimulation, cause Buffy felt like she was well on her way to that or going insane, but what a way to go!

Spike’s fingers left her breast and continued their quest down her body to the tops of her panties. The caress was so soft; it was almost like a tickle, until she felt his fingertips brush over the part of her panties covering her clit. Her hips lunged off the bed and only resumed their place when Spike’s light touch moved to her stomach again. Spike was now grasping her nipple between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. As his fingers traced the edges of her panties, he released her nipple to place light kisses in the valley of her breasts. As a finger slipped into the leg of her panties to run along her slit, Spike’s eyes grew large and he gasped, “Oh god baby, your soaked.”

Did he expect her to respond to that, cause there was no way she could get a word out, let alone a sentence. He seemed to sense it and smiled, “Don’t worry, Spike’s gonna take such good care of you…such good care of his girl.” Before she could even grasp the implication of his words, she was beyond reason. His mouth had latched on to her other nipple, while his hand had moved into her panties. His thumb was tracing circles around her clit as he ran his first two fingers up and down her slit, coating them in her juices. When Buffy thought she would go crazy from the stimulation, he thrust those fingers inside her and she exploded. Spike released her breast, but his eyes never left hers as she reached her release. He could feel her clit spasm under his thumb as her internal muscles massaged his fingers. God, he could not wait to feel them massaging his cock, but he wanted something else first.

As Buffy was coming down from her incredible high, she felt Spike remove his fingers from her and shift down the bed pulling her panties off. He was kneeling between her knees now and somehow had removed his jeans. He was wetting his cock with her juices and stroking it up and down while staring between her spread legs. She should have felt embarrassed, but he looked so…so…ravenous that it just made her hotter. As she started to sit up and reach for him, he slid down further, so that he was lying between her legs. He wasn’t gonna do that, was he? Oh god, yeah he was.

Spike was holding Buffy’s hips down with his fingers while his thumbs stretched down to spread her open. “Beautiful,” she heard him whisper right before his tongue made its way slowly up her slit, savoring the journey. It was a good thing he was holding her down, because Buffy had lost all control of her body. Her hips were trying to get closer to his tongue, but he seemed to want to take his time exploring every nook and cranny of her nether regions.

Spike loved all of the sounds Buffy was making, he loved the way she tasted and teasing her, but he knew he was going to have to bring her off again soon or he was going to spontaneously combust. When he latched onto her clit with his lips, Buffy let go of the bedding she was grasping and started playing with her breasts, pulling on her nipples. The sight of that caused Spike to grind his hard-on into the mattress, seeking to relieve some of the pressure in his aching cock as he went at her with renewed vigor. His thumbs went to either side of her clit and his tongue plunged into her wetness, fucking her with it, like he would be with his cock. At the feel of his tongue, Buffy started wailing, “Oh Spike, yes, yes…gonna cum…oh fuck…cumming…ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Spike had a hard time stopping his own orgasm at the sound of her pleasure. He had wanted to take his time and bring her as much pleasure as possible, but he was not counting on how it would affect him. He was no longer just hard with want for her, it had turned into a gripping painful need to be inside her, to be part of her and he was not going to deny either of them any longer.

Buffy was having an out of body experience. There was no other way to describe it. She had never had a man go down on her before, didn’t think they really liked it, just saw it as a means to an end, but Spike sure seemed to like it and hey there would be no complaining from her. Buffy was floating back to earth as Spike made his way back up her body. His lips crashed down onto hers and she could taste herself on his tongue. It revved her up again and blindly she reached for his cock.

“Good, god, he’s huge,” she thought. She could barely get her fingers to encircle his girth. Suddenly Spike broke from her mouth and pulled her hand from where it was stroking him. Buffy looked away thinking she had done something wrong. He turned her chin back towards him, “No baby…it felt too good…want to be inside you.”

Relieved, Buffy smiled up at him and lifted her hips, so that her pussy brushed his cock. Not able to wait a moment more, Spike took himself in hand and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Just as he started to push in, he stopped and dropped his head with a sigh and pulled out, “Buffy, I don’t have any condoms,” he practically whispered.

“Its ok, I’m safe. Are you?” ‘Please say yes.’ she prayed.

“Oh god..yes..yes, but what about pregnancy?” his hopes were raised again.

“Its all fine Spike. We are…” she couldn’t finish cause Spike took that assurance and began to push into her. Buffy had never felt so full, so touched in every possible spot. Spike was reaching places she did not know that she had, ‘Why is he stopping…need him to move.’ Buffy could not keep from wriggling beneath him.

Spike had never felt anything as amazing as this, ‘She’s so hot and wet and unbelievably fucking tight.’ “Ahhh…god Buffy…baby, be still a minute.” When he thought he had gained enough composure to move without going off, he pulled out half way and slid back in. He started a slow steady rhythm in and out as he brought a hand up to massage her breast. He looked at her beautiful face, so lost in passion and begged, “Open your eyes Buffy…need to see you.”

Buffy heard his plea and fluttered her eyes open. She was met with such a look of awe and pleasure in his blue eyes that she gasped. He felt so good inside her and she could feel herself climbing to a peak once more, but this time she wanted him to come too. Buffy reached her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. This opened her up more and allowed him to push a little deeper. She started licking and nipping at his ear as she whispered, “God Spike, you feel so good inside me…harder….please harder.”

Spike’s slow and steady came to an end at her body’s actions and her whispered words. His hand left her breast as he braced himself with his forearms on either side of her head and started pounding into her, “Buffy, baby...fuck…can’t hold on much longer. Feels too good…that’s it squeeze me…ohh baby, never felt anything as good as you…that’s it cum for me…oh goood…cum with me baby…aaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!”

Lights, colors and every other cliché she could think of were flashing behind Buffy’s eyes. She didn’t think it possible, but this was the best orgasm so far. She was convulsing around Spike’s hard length and she could feel it shooting stream after stream into her. Finally their bodies lost any strength left and Spike collapsed, rolling to the side and on to his back bringing an unresisting Buffy to rest against his heaving chest. They were both gasping for air, but incredibly sated.

Buffy laughed, “Why have we not been doing that for the past few days?”

Spike squeezed her a little tighter and chuckled, “I don’t know, but as soon as I can see again, I intend to make up for lost time.”

 

Chapter 11:

Minutes passed with Spike and Buffy trying to slow their heart rates and catch their breaths. Doubt was also creeping in, making each wonder if the other was regretting this turn in their relationship. The doubt was soon forgotten as each sighed and turned to face the other. Once their eyes met, both felt relieved to see only tenderness reflected in the other’s. Spike shifted Buffy a little higher on his chest so that he could place a soft kiss to her lips. He was about to deepen it when she broke away, “Are you still hungry?”

“No,” he replied as he started to roll her back under him.

As he dipped his lips to hers, she interrupted once more, “Thirsty?”

He chuckled, “No pet, not thirsty either. Are you hungry or thirsty?”

Buffy pouted her lip out at him, “I want some ice cream.”

‘She is just too damn cute for words,’ he thought. “Baby, I don’t have any ice cream,” then at her small grin, “Let me guess; you had some in one of those grocery bags you brought over.”

“Yep,” she looked quite pleased with herself. “I’m gonna freshen up in the bathroom if you could go take it out of the freezer so it can get melty,” she gave him the puppy eyes and he knew that those eyes would be a problem one day.

Spike gave her one last peck on the lips and then rolled away from her and off the bed. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and made his way to the kitchen to do her bidding with a small smile forming on his lips.

After he had pulled the ice cream from the freezer and gathered two spoons, he made his way to the living room and deciding that there was a slight chill, turned the gas logs of the fireplace on. It would not provide quite the atmosphere or warmth of a real fire, but in a city apartment, it was nice. He had just finished getting the logs going and opened the lid on the ice cream when he heard his bedroom door open. He looked up and gasped. Buffy was standing before him wearing the button down shirt he had worn today. She had rolled up the sleeves so that they did not drape over her hands and the shirttail fell to mid thigh. Her hair was tousled about her shoulders and her cheeks looked a bit flushed. In other words, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

As Buffy entered the room, she heard his gasp, causing her to look straight at him, “Is this ok?” she questioned. “I can put my jeans and shirt back on if not.”

Spike noted that her voice sounded quite young and insecure. “No Buffy, don’t change. I was just sitting here thinking how gorgeous you looked fresh from my bed in my shirt and how much I want to get you back in my bed out of my shirt,” he curled his tongue behind his teeth at the end and gave her the head tilt that turned her legs to jelly.

At his comment she blushed then got a feline smile on her face as she stalked towards him. Once she reached him, Buffy leaned forward to meet his lips but at the last moment snatched the ice cream from his hands and moved away. Fortunately, she was not quick enough to escape his hand on her wrist and Spike pulled her down so that she was straddling his lap. He grabbed one of the spoons and proceeded to feed her the gooey confection.

“You still need to tell me the secret of how you stay so thin, eating the way you do,” he said admiringly.

She took the spoon from him to return the favor of feeding and explained, “I guess it’s mostly genetics. Both my parents were thin and could eat what they wanted, plus I work pretty hard on stage and when I’m in the gym. I don’t see the point in doing things halfway. You either give no energy or all of your energy. There is no middle ground.”

He once again took the spoon and smirked, “What other activities do you think would help you burn off these calories?” He scooped up the last bite of ice cream and sat the container aside. He moved the spoon toward her waiting mouth, but at the last minute moved it to his own. As he took in the rapidly melting scoop, Buffy smiled ferally and said, “Let’s share,” as she crashed her lips onto his mouth, her tongue delving inside to partake of the last of the cream.

Spike was surprised by her aggressiveness, but terribly pleased. As Buffy continued to kiss the life out of him, Spike’s hands moved to the collar of her (his) shirt quickly trying to get the buttons undone to reach her warm skin. The need to breathe became too much for Buffy and she broke away from his lips pulling in as much oxygen as possible.

In his haste to bare all of Buffy to him, Spike ripped the last two buttons and they went flying to either side of the room. Once she was exposed to his electric gaze, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her to press against his naked chest, flesh to flesh as their lips once again melded into a furious kiss.

As they continued to kiss, Buffy could feel Spike’s renewed erection pressing into her inner thigh. It had been less than an hour since they had made love, but it felt like forever. She was desperate to feel him inside her again, desperate to make him writhe beneath her. No man had ever effected her like this, never made her feel so wanton and in need of their touch. Buffy broke the kiss and rose up on her knees to remove her (his) shirt from her shoulders.

Spike couldn’t help but think what a goddess she was. She effortlessly made him lose his breath; just with a gesture he was lost. She had no idea how beautiful and desirable she was and he wanted to spend a long, long time worshipping her.

While Spike was distracted by her nudity, Buffy scooted herself back so that she could remove his pants and get a good look at the beautiful body laid out in front of her. Starting at his feet, she ran her hands up his legs, over his hips, up his incredibly muscled abs to his chest.

At the feel of her hot caress, Spike through his head back and moaned. His head quickly snapped back up as he felt her hands trailing back down. He met her passion-glazed eyes with his own and tried to pull her in for another kiss.

Buffy resisted, bracing one hand on his shoulder, she trailed the other towards his hard cock. With a smirk to rival any he had ever seen before she said, “Faith gave me some advice once. Want to know what it was?” Spike could only nod. “Want,” she grabbed his cock, “take,” she centered her dripping slit over it, “have,” she dropped down taking him to the root. They both gasped at the feel of him so deep. Buffy immediately started riding him at a fast and furious pace, striving to bring them both the release they so desperately sought.

Spike was mesmerized by the sight of Buffy bouncing on his cock, but decided that this was definitely a participation sport. He took hold of her hips and as she came down he pushed up to meet her, “That’s it luv, fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Buffy knew she was close, but wanted him with her, so she started working her internal muscles as she rode him, “Cum with me Spike, need to feel it.” All of a sudden her pussy locked down on him and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.

That was all it took and Spike was roaring her name. They collapsed against each other, slowly drifting back down to earth, as they placed delicate kisses against each other’s faces and necks.
 

Chapter 12:

They finally made it back to the bed a couple of hours and another pint of Ben and Jerry’s later. When they were finally sated enough to sleep, Spike was spooned against Buffy’s back and sleeping like the dead. It took Buffy a little longer to fall asleep, but exhaustion took over and she drifted off wrapped in Spike’s warm embrace.

When Spike woke the next morning, he could smell coffee and hear the shower running. Just as he was about to crawl out of bed to haul Buffy out of the shower and back to his arms, he heard the water turn off and a damp, towel wrapped Buffy emerged from the bathroom. She wasn’t paying any attention to him, thinking that he was still asleep, so when she drifted too close to the bed looking for her clothes, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to the bed.

After he had planted one hell of a “good morning” kiss on her shocked lips, he asked, “And just why do you think covering this beautiful body is going to be allowed today?”

Surprised by his playfulness, she smiled, “Well, I promised Faith that I would meet her for lunch and then spend the afternoon with her and I really don’t want to give the people of New York a free show.”

At the news that she was leaving, his lower lip jutted out in a pout that rivaled her own, “I wanted to spend the day in bed. Here, let me show you how much better my plan is.” His lips descended once again to hers.

In a surprising move, Buffy took control of the kiss and flipped him on to his back, then backed away with her fingers held in front of her like a cross, “Back you evil-lipped, nudey man you. I promised Faith.”

Spike’s pout turned into a smoldering smirk and he ran a hand down his very exposed chest and abs, “What can I tell you baby, I’ve always been bad.”

The sight of naked Spike before her with bed hair and a sheet that was doing nothing to conceal his obvious want for her almost had Buffy calling Faith to say forget it, “warm, pretty, naked man needs me.” She knew of all her friends Faith would understand that logic. At the last second she was able to control her raging desire and start getting dressed as she backed away.

“Why don’t you meet me at Faith’s club at about 7:00PM. We can get a bite to eat, dance a little and then come back here for dessert,” she jiggled her eyebrows at the last, letting him know exactly what kind of dessert they would be having later that evening.

“Alright, but you might want to grab another set of clothes, cause leaving me like this, I can’t be responsible for what I do to the ones you’ll be wearing when I do finally get my hands on you,” he boldly stated.

At that Buffy blushed, blew him a kiss and rushed out the door. Spike sighed and fell back to the sheets that smelled like them together.

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Later that evening…..

Spike walked through the familiar doors of The Crypt after tipping his head to the bouncer. The place was more crowded than he figured it would be for a weeknight, but this was New York, so not that surprising.

Spike spotted Faith right away. She was standing at the bar next to a woman he did not recognize, but both of them were looking at the dance floor and smiling. As he approached them, he followed their line of sight and spotted Buffy on the dance floor surrounded by a throng of men all vying to be taken into her golden light.

As he circled the dance floor, he could see that Buffy was wearing an obscenely short black leather skirt with a red halter-top that bared most of her back to his gaze. She was bobbing around on some hellacious black high heels, making her legs look longer than her short stature allowed. As his eyes made their way from her delectable little feet, up her bare legs, over that delicious ass, Spike wondered if she had dressed just for him. If so, it was certainly having the desired effect. His dick was becoming intimately familiar with the teeth of his zipper. When he had had his fill of all the men surrounding her, he made his way through them to assert his claim. He came up behind her as she once again eluded one of the men in front of her and put an arm around her waist. She stiffened, and then relaxed when Spike bent down and whispered, “Miss me luv?”

At the whispered endearment, Buffy smiled, turned in his arms, and brought his lips to hers for a searing kiss. “What do you think?” she whispered as she broke the kiss.

“I think we need to get out of here so you can show me how much ya missed me,” he smirked and pressed his pelvis into her belly.

The men surrounding Buffy realized that now that the blonde man was there, they would not be getting any play and began to wander away to the bar or to find other prospects. Buffy noticed, “Hey, you scared away all my dance partners.”

He laughed at her indignation and she gave him a pout, but started pulling him towards the bar, “I want you to meet someone.”

Once they reached the bar, they stopped in front of Faith and her friend. “Spike, this is Faith’s girlfriend, Tara Maclay. Tara, meet my stalker Spike,” she giggled.

Taken slightly aback, but trying to cover, Spike took Tara’s hand, “Very nice to meet you Tara.”

Tara blushed, “Nice to meet you too.”

Faith nodded her head at Spike. “Good to see you again Faith,” he greeted.

“You too blondie. B here tells me that this stalker gig you got has turned 24/7,” she smirked.

Buffy shot her an embarrassed glare and blushed looking at Spike. “Well, stalking does have its perks,” he smirked back, pulling Buffy close and kissing the tip of her nose.

The two couples enjoyed drinks together and an assortment of appetizers with Spike raving about the wings. The conversation flowed nicely with everyone learning of their shared interests. For Buffy, it was nice just to have a night to be herself and not the rock star persona. She was impressed that Spike easily switched conversations between Faith and Tara. He seemed to be able to converse on many different subjects with a great deal of knowledge and it pleased her that he blended so well with her friends.

Once the food had been taken away, Faith noticed that Tara was started to droop, “You ready to get outta here baby?” as she placed her arm around her girlfriend.

“It was a long day,” she replied. “You can stay if you need to.”

“No, that’s ok, I’ve got Willie here, so he can lock up and,” she looked over at Buffy and Spike, practically dry humping each other, “those two seem more than ready to be alone.”

Just then a sexy dance song started playing and Buffy started trying to get Spike up to dance. He was having none of it. Not that he didn’t want to dance with her, just not in his current condition and not to this song. She gave everyone a large pout.

“Baby, you go get our stuff from behind the bar and I’ll dance one last one with B, before the pout goes into overload,” Faith grabbed a smiling Buffy’s hand and they went to the floor.

Buffy had been feeling pretty naughty all night, teasing Spike and she knew Faith would certainly be up for a little mischief, so she whispered in her ear.

Spike paid their tab and then turned to find Buffy and Faith on the dance floor. It was hard not to miss them. Other dancers had moved away from them, so they seemed to be in their own little world and what a world it was. Buffy’s back was to Faith’s front with Faith’s hands on her hips. Buffy’s arms and hands were in the air and her head was thrown back in what looked like ecstasy as she and Faith grinded on the dance floor. As hard as he had been before; it was nothing compared to now, to watching her in what could only be described as writhing heat right now in front of him.

Buffy knew Spike was watching, could feel his eyes burning her as well as hear Faith’s running dialogue of the expressions she could see crossing his face. She turned in Faith’s arms and placed her hands on Faith’s hips, continuing the grind from the other side.

Suddenly, Faith spun Buffy around and pushed something into her hand as she whispered in her ear, “Don’t look now B, but your boy is headed this way and by the looks of him you are gonna need these.” With a slight chuckle, Faith pushed Buffy into Spike’s waiting arms.

She was only able to catch a quick glimpse of the fire in his eyes before she was spun around with her back to Spike’s front. As he held her at her hips, he pressed his erection into her lower back and behind and whispered in her ear, “Are you trying to kill me? I am so hard right now all I can think about is bending you over the nearest flat surface and fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Those words were like a bolt of lightening through Buffy’s body. She could feel the need he had for her and could hear her own blood rushing through her veins. After a second, she turned around in his arms, pulled his head down to hers and with a chaste kiss said, “So what’s stopping you.”


 

Chapter 13:

When last we left our happy couple......

Suddenly, Faith spun Buffy around and pushed something into her hand as she whispered in her ear, “Don’t look now B, but your boy is headed this way and by the looks of him you are gonna need these.” With a slight chuckle, Faith pushed Buffy into Spike’s waiting arms.

She was only able to catch a quick glimpse of the fire in his eyes before she was spun around with her back to Spike’s front. As he held her at her hips, he pressed his erection into her lower back and behind and whispered in her ear, “Are you trying to kill me? I am so hard right now all I can think about is bending you over the nearest flat surface and fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Those words were like a bolt of lightening through Buffy’s body. She could feel the need he had for her and could hear her own blood rushing through her veins. After a second, she turned around in his arms, pulled his head down to hers and with a chaste kiss said, “So what’s stopping you.”


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That was all Spike needed to hear and what little restraint he had left was tossed out the window. He pulled her tight to him and devoured her lips with his own. As they continued to fiercely kiss, he lifted her from the ground and walked off the dance floor. He could see the back of the club and could only think about pinning Buffy to the back wall to ravish her.

As soon as Buffy felt her back hit the wall, she opened her eyes, broke the kiss and tried to get her bearings. Spike immediately started kissing any place he could reach on her face and neck, mumbling how much he needed and wanted her. His kisses were clouding her mind, but she realized they needed to get away from prying eyes before anything serious started happening, so Buffy pushed Spike’s shoulder indicating that she wanted to be let down. He did as she wished, but stood staring at her with a confused look on his face. Buffy walked past him, starting down a dark corridor backwards, beckoning him to follow with a crook of her finger and a smug little smile, the key Faith had slipped her grasped firmly in the other hand.

In a daze Spike followed. He was shaken from his lust filled haze as Buffy opened a door and pulled him in with her. She clicked on a table lamp and Spike realized that they must be in the club’s office. As Spike turned around, following her with his eyes, Buffy walked around him and locked the door, then brushing up against him, she walked over to a large desk and perched on the edge. With a sparkle in her eyes, she said, “I believe you requested a flat surface.”

He was on her in a second, grasping her head and pulling her into a deep kiss. Her hands were running up his arms and pushing at his leather coat. Getting the hint, he shrugged it to the floor. As her hands went for the buttons of his shirt, he pushed them away and shook his head. Curling his tongue behind his teeth, he gave her a smirk, pulled her to her feet, and spun her around once more. He then proceeded to run his hands down her arms to her hips, pushing her forward to the desk. As her legs met the desk, Spike ran his hands up her back to her shoulders, pushing her chest towards the desk. When her cheek rested on the desktop, Spike bent himself over her back, reaching down for her hands, he brought them up to grasp the other side of the desk. He brushed his pelvis against her ass, letting her feel his rock-hard erection. “Feel what you do to me Buffy,” he whispered in her ear, “feel how hard my cock is for you?” At this point he could here her panting and whimpering slightly, he ran his hands back down her arms and down her sides until they were at the edge of her skirt.

While pushing up her skirt he whispered, “Need to be inside you Buffy, need to feel your sweet little pussy surrounding me.”

All Buffy could do was nod, his touch was making her lose all coherent thought, let alone the ability to speak. As her skirt made its way up her legs and butt, Spike pulled away to look at the splendor that was Buffy’s body. She was wearing a red lace thong and as he palmed one cheek, he couldn’t help but trace the path the material made between the cheeks of her ass. He could feel Buffy trembling as with shaky hands; Spike reached for each side of her thong and pulled it to mid thigh. He could see the wetness staining the fabric and clinging to her curls, causing him to release a low growl at the knowledge that this was all for him. As he reached for the button on his pants, the zipper was propelled down by the force from the other side.

Spike pressed himself to Buffy and said, “ Such a naughty girl, that dance with Faith has made you all hot and bothered. Did the feel of her soft skin excite you?”

That question woke Buffy up momentarily, “No, you made me this way, I knew you were watching me.”

Those words caused Spike to inhale sharply and he started to push into her. “Are you ready for me?” he said through clinched teeth. Before Buffy had a chance to respond, he plunged inside, taking both of their breath away. They were both so ready for this that he took her hard and fast, muttering incoherently, “so wet…so tight…so God!!!!”

Buffy was holding on for dear life, trying to push back against him, but he was pounding her so hard that her feet kept losing purchase on the floor. He was so deep inside her in this position and she was loving it, he was touching all the right spots within her and she could feel the moisture pouring forth.

Spike was lost in the feel of her. How could her pussy be so tight. They had made love all night last night and she was still virgin tight, it was driving him wild. He knew that he was close and wanted her to go with him, so he lifted one hand from her hip and moved it between her legs, tapping her clit. Buffy immediately responded by tightening further. “That’s it baby, make it tighter..I know you’re close. I want to feel it, feel you come all over my cock. Come on baby, come with me, let me feel it.” That was all it took to send Buffy over the edge, screaming his name, she stiffened and clamped down onto him as he erupted into her, “Oh fuuckkkk Bufffyyyyy!!!”


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All his energy gone, he laid across her back panting. “That was wow,” she panted.

“Yeah, wow, it was amazing, you are amazing,” he said as he kissed her cheek. After a few moments of rest, he pulled out of her welcoming clench.

While he was taking care of himself, Buffy pulled up her thong and pulled down her skirt. With no mirror to check herself in, she straightened her clothes and patted her hair, asking, “How do I look?”

“Like a woman that has just been royally fu…” “Spike” she scolded as she put her hands over his mouth. When he started licking her palm, she just sighed and melted against him. “We better get home soon, I’m not nearly done with you yet,” he stated as he pulled her out the door.
 

Chapter 14:

Buffy was immediately grabbed as she stumbled through the apartment door as Spike kicked it closed. They kissed in a frenzy as Spike pressed her to the door with his body. The tryst in the office of The Crypt seemed to only ignite a fire that was now burning out of control. Spike broke away from her lips, so they could both take in some needed air and panted, “I can’t get enough of you.”

Buffy, in complete agreement could only nod.

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An hour earlier….

Neither Spike nor Buffy could believe how turned on they still felt as they made a hasty goodbye to Faith and Tara and hurried out of the club. They had made the decision to go back to Spike’s place before becoming lost in each other during what was almost an X-rated cab ride home. As soon as they were on their way, Buffy was astride Spike’s lap, licking his neck with her hands making their way down his pants.

Spike could not believe how daring she was becoming, but as he felt her hand wrap around his cock, modesty seemed to have taken flight. He had just reached down and moved her thong aside, ready to take her then and there when he caught sight of the cab driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror. Quickly coming to his senses and knowing that Buffy would not want to have a first hand account of their explicit relationship on every tabloid tomorrow, he pulled her hands away as she looked at him with a mixture of anger and hurt. He whispered in her ear that he was not about to provide the cab driver with a show when she blushed profusely and clambered off of his lap.

The blushing had been so damn cute, he almost said fuck it, maybe it would make the cabby’s year, but he managed to hold out until they were in the elevator on the way up to the apartment.

Once the doors to the elevator were closed, he was all over her touching and teasing. By the second floor Spike had one hand up Buffy’s shirt, palming her right breast and the other under her skirt working its way into her thong. By the tenth floor, Buffy was pretty much riding his hand with her head thrown back, her eyes glassy and with guttural sounds and cries spilling from her throat. It was lucky for them (and anyone who might have happened upon them) that the building residents seemed to all turn in early, because by the 25th floor Spike was licking Buffy’s spendings from his fingers.

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Back in the apartment….

Taking advantage of her moment to breathe, Buffy grabbed Spike by the waist and spun him so that his back was pressed against the door. She surprised herself. Never had she felt so out of control. Never had she felt the need to possess someone so thoroughly. Buffy stopped thinking and wasted no time in pushing his coat off of his shoulders and ripping his shirt open. Spike was about to protest the destruction of his shirt when Buffy started kissing and licking a trail down his chest to his left nipple.

She took the hard little bud into her mouth and alternately sucked, licked, bit, and licked it again until Spike was sure that he would go insane. Then she switched to the other one. While her mouth was busy her hands were far from idle and Spike soon found his pants around his ankles with Buffy stroking and squeezing his hard cock.

Just as Spike closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her hot little hands, the sensation changed, his eyes snapped open and he looked down to see Buffy on her knees in front of him. She was looking up at him with a hunger he had never seen directed his way before. His dream from two nights before popped into his head. That along with the look in her eyes and her subservient position was almost enough to have him shooting his load then and there.

Buffy felt wanton. She felt sexy, confident and powerful. She was determined to let Spike know just how much this newfound confidence pleased her, by pleasing him. Once Buffy made eye contact with him, she licked her lips and engulfed his rigid pole in her mouth. Spike was floored, this was not something she had done for him yet and he wondered how experienced and comfortable she was doing it. He quickly decided that he did not need to worry about her comfort level as she was treating him like her favorite lollipop or ice cream cone.

Buffy had not done this for a long time, so she was pulling out all of the stops. Riley was the only man she had tried this with and he had never given her much encouragement or direction, so she was relying on advice she had gotten from Faith long ago when she was “still drivin’stick” as she liked to put it.

Buffy alternated between licking, nibbling, and sucking all along his length trying to determine what pleased him most. After only a few minutes of this torture Spike was begging, “God Buffy, please take me in your mouth…baby please.”

Buffy was not the kind of woman to not give a man what he wanted when he asked so nicely, so she immediately stopped her teasing and slowly started to take him in using her hand at his base to control depth and provide extra stimulation. Spike, for his part was fighting not to grab her head and start pounding into her mouth. Noticing his balled fists, Buffy grabbed his closest hand and placed it in her hair. She then moved that hand to his balls and began a soft caress. At this point Spike was gently thrusting into her mouth and babbling incoherently, “Oh, Buffy luv, so good, your mouth so hot, so sweet ahhh.”

When she gently scraped her teeth up his shaft, he fisted his hand in her hair and thrust a little harder. He was trying not to be too forceful, but she was driving him crazy. Buffy could tell he was getting closer by the pants, moans and incoherent mumblings she could hear, so she removed her hand from his shaft and reached down under her skirt and into her thong. At first she just enjoyed the stimulation, but then a kinky thought sounding suspiciously like Faith’s voice went through her head. ‘What the hell,’ she thought and gathered some of her own moisture with her finger and moved it between Spike’s legs to his puckered opening. She circled his anus with her finger and started to push in as she held his hips against the door with her arm.

Spike’s eyes flew open and he let forth a roar as Buffy swallowed and penetrated him at the same time. His cock jerked in her mouth and his cum started shooting down her throat. She removed her finger from his ass at the first spurt, relaxed and swallowed every drop. Looking up into his cum dazed eyes with a predatory smirk, Buffy once again licked her lips.

Spike was done for. That had been the best blowjob of his life, coupled with the taboo penetration and the look on her face, he lost the strength to stand and slid to the floor.
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Once Spike had recovered enough to stand, he pulled Buffy to her feet and led her into the bathroom, stripping off his and her clothes along the way. He had not said a word and Buffy was getting a little concerned that she had damaged him in some way.

Spike turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature before stepping in and pulling Buffy in after him. His head was still spinning a little, but he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of the night worshipping Buffy, starting with washing her from head to toe.

Just as he reached for the body wash, Buffy stopped him, “Are you ok Spike?” The look on her face was one of concern, “You’re awfully quiet; I didn’t hurt your brain did I,” and a little smirking.

Spike smirked in response and started backing her into the shower wall, “No luv, you didn’t hurt anything of mine.” He pressed himself against her and leant down to circle her ear with his tongue, whispering, “I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow, though, cause by the time that I’m through with you tonight, your voice will be so hoarse from screaming my name, you won’t be able to talk, let alone sing.”

Buffy surrendered, thinking Spike induced laryngitis could be a very good thing.
 

Chapter 15:

In the early morning hours….

True to his word, Spike had spent the better part of the night and early morning worshipping Buffy in every way he knew how. He had teased her with his fingers and tongue until she begged him to make her cum, losing count once she started how many times he had actually taken her over the edge. They had tried many different positions, but as the night wore on, the urgency of their couplings was replaced by a languid tender touch, leaving them both awestruck by the depth of feeling.

As she lay sleeping in the dawn’s early light, sprawled across his chest, while Spike drew soothing circles on her shoulder, he could not remember a woman ever responding to him so strongly. He knew that he was a talented lover. He had been gifted naturally with a large cock, but knew that alone did not suffice. He always made it a point to see to a woman’s pleasure before his own and even with Drusilla’s infidelity, he had never had any complaints. With Buffy it was different though. They seemed to connect in a deeper way. Her pleasure only intensified his and he had never felt so sated in his life, mind, body, and soul.

The logical side of him argued that he had only known her a four days and that their time together was limited. Right now they were living in some fantasyland and in a few days, she would be back on tour, leaving him behind. This was not what relationships were made from; it was just a nice distraction for the both of them. ‘Yeah, you keep telling yourself that mate,’ the illogical side kept reminding.

The romantic side of Spike recognized that this type of strong connection between two people did not happen everyday and was ready to run with it. As he drifted off to the feel of her soft bursts of breath against his chest, Spike prayed that he was not opening his heart only to have it shattered into a million pieces.

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10:00AM EST….

Spike woke after a few hours with a rumbling stomach and needing to visit the facilities. Buffy was still half stretched out across his chest, snoring softly in deep slumber. ‘I must really have worn her out,’ he thought and with a self-satisfied smirk, he slipped from beneath her body, barely disturbing her.

After relieving himself and cleaning up a little, Spike went out to his kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and scrounge around for breakfast. Deciding that what was in his fridge would not do and knowing what a sweet tooth his girl had, Spike decided to run down to the corner bakery to grab some breakfast for them both. He grabbed his keys and peeked in to make sure Buffy was still sleeping before heading out the door.

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4:00PM London time….

Drusilla was fuming. How dare he flaunt something like this in her face. The digital pictures she was reviewing that Lindsey McDonald, the detective in New York she had hired, had emailed her told her exactly what she knew in her gut to be true about the relationship between her Spike and that slut Liz Giles.

They were practically having sex in public. It was disgusting. There were various pictures of Ms Giles carrying groceries into Spike’s apartment building two evenings before with more pictures of her leaving the next morning. The next set of pictures were of the previous evening and showed the happy couple, dancing and chatting away with two women she did not know, while still others showed them all over each other; in a club, on the street waiting for a cab, in the cab, and once again entering her Spike’s building This just would not do. Spike becoming involved with someone did not fit in with her plans for him and she could tell Spike was becoming involved. Ms Edith had a feeling and Ms Edith was never wrong.

‘Maybe I should make an unexpected trip to New York and break up their little love nest,’ she mused. ‘I can see it all now, “Oh my darling William, how can you do this to me? I thought we were working towards rebuilding our marriage.” The little twit won’t know what hit her.’

Just then she looked at the blindfolded doll next to her. Patting her head affectionately, “Oh yes, you are so right, I am being too rash. Your plan is so much better.” Drusilla clapped her hands gleefully and hit reply on her email, “My Dear Mr. McDonald….”

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Back in New York….

Spike let himself back in the apartment loaded down with bagels, cream cheese, croissants, pastries, donuts, and three newspapers. He wanted to spend a relaxed lazy, afternoon with Buffy eating, reading the newspaper, napping, and maybe other bed activities not involving sleep. He knew that he needed to get back to the article, there was only three days left and he really cared about doing a good job for his ex father-in-law and Buffy, but at the moment he wanted to pretend that they were just a normal couple, newly in lo – ust, yes lust.

Maybe this evening they could go out to dinner and discuss the article more. He needed to go over his notes again from his talk with Riley Finn. There was something nagging his brain that he knew he wanted to ask Buffy about. Pushing that thought away, he put his parcels down on the kitchen counter and went into the bedroom to wake Buffy up.

As he opened the bedroom door, he gasped; Buffy was lying on her stomach across his bed with her arm slung over his abandoned pillow. She was turned toward the window and the sunlight was streaming down on her face and hair, making them glow. She was completely nude with the sheet draped across her lower back, so that the upper curve of her butt along with the top of her thighs were revealed. She was breathtaking and just looking at her made poetic verse start to form in his brain.

As if sensing his presence and his gaze upon her, Buffy took a deep breath and rolled over, baring her breasts to him in sleep and causing him to release an involuntary moan. Spike walked to the end of the bed, stripped off his t-shirt, and kneeling at her feet started crawling his way up her body, leaving light kisses on her skin as he went. When he was level with her beautiful breasts, he could not resist bestowing a light lick and kiss to each rosy tip. As he gazed upon her lovely face, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled, “Mornin’.”

“Mornin’ luv,” he replied as his lips met hers in a tender kiss.