Dancing By Vampirische Liebe

The blow came out of nowhere and Buffy felt herself fly through the air, before hitting a gravestone. A little dazed by the sudden attack, she shook her head & put a hand to her aching jaw. She looked up, “You!” she said incredulously.

A familiar laugh sounded, “that’s right, Pet. The Big Bad is back in town & he’s looking for some tasty morsel to eat.” Spike cocked his head to one side & smirked, “How about it, Slayer? Wanna be my first meal in Sunnydale?”

Buffy leapt to her feet, slayer senses fully alert, now that she had had time to recover from the initial shock of Spike’s blow.

“I don’t know why you came back, Spike,” Buffy spat, “but it was a big mistake. I am so going to stake you!” And with that she punched him hard in the face. Spike reeled back, and Buffy followed through with a high kick to his head. Spike stumbled against a tree, but kept his balance. Laughing again, he looked at her. Beautiful he thought.

“Slayer, Slayer, Slayer,” he tusked. “I would have thought that it was bloody obvious why I came back here. Not that Sunnydale isn’t the dog’s bollocks being on a Hellmouth ‘n’ all, but where else do I get to feel so manly & well, quite frankly, Pet, ….so damn horny?” And with that he whirled around, aiming a powerful kick at Buffy’s stomach. The Slayer doubled over in pain, but quickly stood to face her foe, “What the hell are you talking about?” she gasped.

Spike sauntered to one side of her, blue eyes twinkling and smirk still firmly in place.

“Darling…I’ve missed our little fights. Never before have I been so evenly matched by a Slayer. Not only do I get a good work out… which is more important than may you realize for us undead blokes…but I get a thrill at the challenge, and …and this is the important part mind…. it makes me hard just thinking about your hot little body writhing beneath me!”

His eyes travelled up & down her body as he said it, appreciating the way her tight vest top & trousers clung to her. He vamped out, “feel like dancing, Slayer?” He asked, before punching her in the face.

Buffy felt herself going backwards, but managed to keep her wits about her, and turned the fall into a back flip. She landed several feet away. What Spike had said had totally grossed her out. She wiped the blood off her lip with her hand, “ I can’t believe what you just said,” she hissed in disgust, “but it’s going to make it so much easier for me to kill you!” She took a stake out of her secret pocket, spun around & high kicked him in the chest. Then immediately punched him twice in the face. Buffy grabbed Spike & threw him to the floor. She was about to jump on him, ready for staking, when he expertly kicked her legs out from under her. Winded, Buffy suddenly found Spike on her before she could get up. He sat on top of her & grabbed her arms. He pinned them above her head & grinned down at her, “you forget that I’ve studied all of your moves, Luv, unlike your other victims. I must say that I’m a bit disappointed with my dance. It didn’t last long enough.”

Buffy looked up at him & had to admit to herself that she was scared. He was right in the fact that they were evenly matched, but it seemed that tonight he was to be the winner.

“Get it over with, Spike,” she said bravely, “I’m the Slayer, I’m not afraid to die.”

She closed her eyes and waited for the fangs to bite into her neck.

Spike looked down at her. She was beautiful, was his Slayer. Her heaving breasts were clearly defined in her tight vest, her cheeks were flushed from their fighting, her glorious lips were still pouting and her golden skin had a sheen of sweat. It aroused him knowing that he was responsible for her dishevelled state. In fact he had never been so excited. She thought he had come back to kill her, but Spike had other ideas.

Buffy opened her eyes, when he didn’t bite her & wished she hadn’t. She saw that he was no longer in vamp mode. Instead, there was naked lust in Spike’s eyes and she felt his hard on pressing against her thigh. He laughed when he saw the look on her face, “that’s right, Slayer. You & I have unfinished business. I know that I always made you as wet as you made me hard…”

Spike pinned her arms in one strong hand while he reached down between her legs with the other and rubbed her through her tight trousers. He bought his hand up to his face & sniffed appreciatively, “just as I thought, you dirty little bitch, you want me.”

Buffy struggled, trying to throw his weight off her, but to no avail. She began to panic. This couldn’t be happening to her! Spike leant down to her face, “See! Your hot little body is writhing beneath me,” he said softly, before kissing her hungrily. Buffy tried to keep her lips shut, but he forced them open & ravished her mouth with his tongue. Spike groaned, “Jesus, you taste like heaven.” He uttered before coming up for air his lungs didn’t need.

Buffy renewed her struggle. She had to get away, before…oh, God…. before she liked it. She managed to get an arm free & punch Spike. But he caught her arm again & pinned both behind her head again.

“So, you wanna play rough, do you, Slayer?” Spike asked. He held her arms with one hand again & ripped open her vest top. He was delighted to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He wolf whistled, “Wow. You really are something, do you know that, Slayer? I can’t wait to get my mouth on those, or get between your silken thighs.”

Buffy struggled, “Please, Spike. Don’t do this,” she begged. Now she was worried. Here she was, lying half exposed underneath her mortal enemy and he was about to do unspeakable things to her.

But he didn’t listen & his mouth closed around one of her nipples. He suckled until he felt her tremble. Spike grinned as he continued. She was weakening. He had been right to come back.

Buffy moaned in pleasure & found herself kissing Spike back when he plundered her mouth once more. This was so wrong, but she couldn’t seem to stop him. If she was honest with herself, their fights had always turned her on, but she had managed to ignore it until tonight.

They ripped at each other’s clothes until they were both naked on the wet grass. Something pagan seemed to have awoken in both of them & they revelled in the fact that they were about to have sex in the middle of a cemetery. Buffy gasped as Spike did wicked things with his tongue, “ Oh, my, God, you can’t do it there…..oh, yes you can…..do it just there, Spike,” she said huskily & she pushed his head closer to her clit. He obliged and licked and sucked his way to her orgasm. He looked down at her, “Fee, fi, fo, fum, I’ve just made the Slayer cum,” he sang to her in delight, “now it’s my turn, Pet. On your knees, face down.”

Buffy in state of euphoria, obliged her lover. Spike grabbed her hips and plunged into her depths. It was everything he had dreamt. She was so hot, wet & tight. He nearly came at the first thrust. Buffy shuddered. The sensation of his large, cold prick in her was glorious. She pushed back at him & wiggled her bottom, urging him to continue. Spike thrust again & again, until they both thought that they would faint with the sheer bliss of it. Both climaxed & fell exhausted to the ground. Spike looked at Buffy, admiring her naked body. There was no going back. He had come to get her out of his head. She had been forever in his thoughts, until it drove him insane with lust. He realised that the only cure would be to come back to Sunnydale & shag her. Then she would be out of his system. But just whom was he kidding? He could never have imagined what it would actually be like to be inside her. Now that he had tasted paradise, he was not going anywhere. Unless, of course, she didn’t want him.

He gathered Buffy to him & she snuggled against him. “What now?” he asked. Her hazel eyes drowned in his blue ones. She stroked his cheek, “now,” she said, “we do it all over again….”

And they did. Spike was only too happy to impart his vast sexual experience. Buffy didn’t know that you could do it in so many different ways and she was damn sure that some of it had been illegal. When they finally parted so that Spike could find shelter before dawn, Buffy wondered home on very shaky legs. Her clothes barely covered her they were in so many tatters, but she didn’t notice. She was too happy to notice anything. It had to all be a dream.

Spike found an empty crypt & settled down for the day. His thoughts were all of the Slayer & how he decided it was much better shagging one than killing one. He couldn’t wait until tonight!