Sweet Dreams

Part 4 of The Internet Series

by Trish

"Argggggggg!!!! Bloody hell, Slayer! What's the matter with you? You think

you can just come barging in here in the middle of the morning to wake me up

by kicking me?!? Well I've got news for you..." Spike let his sentence

trail off as he saw the look of death that she flashed in his direction.

"What is it?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at him. "There's a new vamp nest in town. You know

where it is and you're gonna tell me. Now." This time it was Spike who gave

her an evil look. Her face softened, and she said, "Spike, I need your help.

I think they're trying to raise a people farm or something. A lot of

disappearances and all. Where are they?"

The vampire noticed the way that her lip became all pouty when she was upset,

and how her eyes seemed larger when she begged. *Cor, she's beautiful! A

bitch, but still...* All the resentment that he had built towards the Slayer

seemed to evaporate at that moment. "They're in a warehouse near the old

Crawford Street Mansion. Do you need me to go with you?"

Buffy looked over her shoulder on her way out the door. "I'm a big girl,

Spike. I think I can manage without you getting in my way." As she walked

into the sunlight, he yelled out to her. "Buffy!" Her head whipped around,

trying to avoid looking at his finely chiseled stomach and chest. "Yeah?"

Spike's mouth opened and closed for a second. He wanted to tell her to be

safe. He wanted to tell her that he could help, because he would rather have

a million gashes than for her to get a paper cut. He wanted to tell her a

lot of things. Instead he gave her the finger. "I hope they eat you."

Once she walked away, Spike flopped back down into his bed and got ready to

sleep the rest of the day away. Mere seconds after he closed his eyes, he

fell back into a fitful sleep. It's funny to think that in reality, a dream

only lasts on an average of 16 seconds, but time drags on when people are

sleeping. It appears to work that way for vampires too, because even though

he only slept for a short period of time, he had one of the most vivid dreams

ever.

Spike saw himself sitting at his computer having a conversation with Anne.

She told him she wanted to meet him, so they signed off to go meet at a

hotel. He invited her to his place, but she insisted on going somewhere more

private. Looking up at his 'people to shag' list, he wasn't about to argue,

so he grabbed his blanket, ran to the DeSoto, and drove faster than the speed

of light to get to her.

Once he got to the hotel, a blindfold was draped across his eyes so he

couldn't see what his mystery woman looked like. Not thinking much about it,

he went to greet her, but she cut him short by pressing her lips to his in a

ferocious kiss. Their lips molded together, her hot ones warming his cold

ones, and her tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

He grabbed her neck and pulled her closer to him, crushing her against his

chest, and parted his lips for her tongue to enter his mouth. With their

tongues dueling, Anne lowered her hand to his ass and gave it a firm squeeze

while she tore off his shirt with the other hand. A low moan escaped his

mouth as he hungrily tried to remove her shirt, but she pulled away and

murmured something unintelligible. The next thing he knew, she threw him

onto the hard floor and removed his belt, tying his hands behind his back

with it.

Spike let out another moan, and Anne slowly started to rub his shaft through

his jeans, letting her fingers linger on it's head. She let out a little

giggle when Spike Jr. twinged a bit, and proceeded to pull his pants down a

little more. She whispered in his ear, "I want to feel your hard cock inside

of me. I could ride you at a gallop till your legs buckled and your eyes

rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of." As she said

this, she began rubbing her naked body over his covered erection. He knew

that he heard these words somewhere before, but that didn't matter. Those

were always good words to hear.

"I could squeeze you till you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to

hurt you just a little bit more." Spike let out a low growl as she

continued. He vaguely remembered where he had heard this before. Wasn't

there a downside to the end of that conversation though? She felt so good on

top of him that he couldn't even remember what he told her his name was, so

it didn't look like he could remember where that conversation came from

either.

"But do you know why I don't?" Spike mentally started kicking himself once

he heard her say that. He still couldn't remember when he had heard that

before, but he did know where she was going with it. A glum expression

covered his face as he whispered, "Because it's wrong." Suddenly he couldn't

feel her on him anymore, and disappointment racked his entire being. He

tried to sit up, but was pushed back down again. "No, because you still have

clothes on, silly. Let me take care of that for you."

A big smile spread across his face as Anne finished removing the rest of his

clothes. A few moments of silence went by, and then he felt her hot, wet

mouth engulfing his rock hard shaft. Her tongue rolled around the tip of it,

as she licked up the small bead of precum that had begun to run. Her mouth

tightened around his aching cock, and she slowly started to move her head up

and down, swirling her tongue around every inch of him. He started to pump

his hips in rhythm with her movements, and soon his swollen member was

slamming mercilessly into the back of her throat. One of her hands cupped

his balls while the other grasped his ass, and Spike knew that he was only

moments away from cumming. His moaning increased, and as his climax

approached, he started to moan louder. "Yeah, baby, feels so good.

Mmmmm.... Oh, Buffyyyyy!!!" As he erupted with the Slayer's name on his

lips, Spike knew he was in big trouble. He felt a boot dig into his ribs,

and he jumped up, ready to apologize to his date.

The only problem was, he jumped out of a bed, not off of a floor. His hands

were no longer tied around his back. No blindfold either. That, and he was

awake; with Buffy staring at him in shock.

"Oh, shit! Oh, God, Buffy. Slayer! What the bloody hell are you doing here

now?!?" She gave him a partly embarrassed, slightly annoyed, and definitely

aroused look. "I was only gone for about 20 minutes. I thought I would take

you up on your offer to help me, so I came here to tell you to meet me on

Crawford Street tonight." A moment of silence passed. "But it seems you've

already met me elsewhere."

The look on Spike's face was almost comical. Try to imagine a cartoon

character with his jaw on the floor, tongue rolled out like a red carpet

awaiting royalty, and his eyes bugging out, making a sound effect that can

best be described as AWOOOGA. Well, the vampire looked a lot worse than

that. "Buffy, let me explain." He stepped forward and let the sheet drop

back onto the bed, ready to justify his dream.

A moment later, Buffy was joining in on the cartoon expressions. "Spike!

Put.. Put that away!" He looked at her confused. "What?" She pointed down

at his bits and pieces with a shaking hand. He followed her gaze, and

screamed, "Shit, Buffy! Turn around! Go! Do something!"

Her face turned beat red as she struggled to find a way to avoid staring at

the magnificent creature that seemed to be staring at her from his position

between Spike's legs. She closed her eyes and dove onto the bed, trying to

find the sheet to hand to the naked vampire. Unfortunately, Spike had the

same idea, and had jumped onto the bed at the same time, grabbing the sheet

from where Buffy's hand was about to reach.

With the sheet now missing, and her eyes closed tightly, her hand had no

sense of direction. Either that or it had a mind of it's own. Her hand felt

around on the bed, and grabbed the first thing it came in contact with.

Realizing that his sheets were not long, thick, or sticky, Buffy froze dead

in her tracks. Both jumped off of the bed in a hurry.

"Aaaahhhhhh!!!!"

"Holy shit!!!!"

"Uh, gotta go, Spike. See you tonight on Crawford Street, 7ish. Uh, bye!"

With Spike still standing in the middle of his floor in shock, Buffy bolted

out the door faster than she had ever moved in her life. Inside the crypt,

Spike looked down at himself and a small smile spread across his face. "God,

I hate her."

End Part 4.