Spikehard

Buffy hadn’t told anyone about what had happened with Spike in the library, not even Willow. She was so ashamed of herself and still reeling from the shock of it. She’d like to forget all about it, but that didn’t seem possible until she staked Spike on Saturday. How could she have done it with that soulless thing? Angel would never want her now, and she certainly wouldn’t be able to hide the bite marks on her neck forever.

And as if anything else could go wrong in her life, here she was giving up her Thursday night for Parent Evening. While Willow was being the best friend ever and trying to keep Buffy’s Mom away from Snyder, Buffy had to pour lemonade and make nice with parents.

It finally went wrong when Snyder inevitably met Buffy’s Mom and told her all about her daughter’s behaviour at school. Buffy cringed as her Mom came back and said, “In the car, now!”

Snyder turned out the lights and that’s when Spike’s gang attacked. They broke in through the window and Spike sprang at Buffy. She threw a chair at him, which tripped him up and then she herded people into a room. Once she thought they were safe, she disappeared into the ceiling vent and tried to make her way towards Giles in the library.

Unfortunately on the way, one of Spike’s minions pushed holes in the ceiling in front of her and Buffy fell through. She quickly recovered and sprang at the Vamp. They wrestled and ended up in a classroom. Neither noticed Spike quietly follow after them and lock the door. Smirking, he stood against the door and watched events unfold.

He felt quite turned on by the violence and couldn’t wait to fight the Slayer. He loved the way she had thrown the chair at him earlier and tripped him up - the little minx! He owed her for that one.

Buffy pummelled the Vamp in front of her, but she needed her stakes and Giles had those in the library. Suddenly, caught on the jaw, she crashed backwards onto a desk and Spike was treated to a flash of white lace panties as her skirt flew up, before his minion jumped on top of her and blocked his view. Oh, well.

Buffy managed to throw the Vampire off and seeing a metal ruler on the desk she picked it up and stabbed the creature in the chest.

Spike watched indifferently as his minion exploded into dust. You just couldn’t get a decent one around here! Still, it had warmed the Slayer up for him, so he could look forward to a good fight. And he loved a good fight.

“Well done, luv,” he drawled

Buffy spun round and looked at the door, disappointed to find Spike lounging against it and tossing the key casually in the air.

“Spike!” She snapped.

Spike eased himself away from the door. He was pleased to find her in feisty mode. Gone was the babbling girl from the other day. This determined Slayer was even sexier. And when he remembered the taste of her blood, he couldn’t wait to drink from her. Wishing to make that sweet nectar boil in her veins, he reached in his pocket and threw a scrap of lace at her, “I seem to have taken those with me by mistake the other day. Thought you might like them back, pet.”

Buffy caught her panties and bristled with anger, “I knew you’d taken them, you bastard!”

Spike laughed, “I’m hurt, pet. I thought you enjoyed what we did. Your screams nearly brought the building down…”

“What we did was gross & obscene. I wish it had never happened!”

“Yeah, saving yourself for Peaches, weren’t you? Oh, well, guess I kinda spoilt that.”

“Angel will understand & still want me,” she said unconvincingly.

Spike stopped laughing at that. He didn’t know why it bothered him, but he didn’t want to think about Angel being inside the Slayer. Bloody hell, he needed to get on with killing the bint, so that he didn’t have to analyse these feelings.

“Can we skip the chit chat and get on with the violence?”

Buffy glared at him. No one had the right to look that damn sexy when they were evil and determined to kill you. The quicker she staked him the better.

Vampire and Slayer faced each other off, trying to assess the other’s intentions. Spike suddenly sprang at her and Buffy knocked him flying with a powerful kick to his jaw. He landed on some desks several feet away and Buffy sprang up onto the desks after him. She meant to stamp between his legs, but Spike caught her foot and threw her away. Buffy turned it into a backflip and landed back on the ground.

“Mind the crown jewels, luv,” Spike said and stood on the desk.

“Huh?”

Spike took full advantage of Buffy’s confusion over the British term and swung on a light, before kicking her in the face.

Buffy stumbled backwards into some chairs and collapsed amongst them. Dazed, she tried to scramble away, but Spike dived down after her. He grabbed her white skirt and started to pull her towards him. Buffy kicked and wriggled and finally succeeded in getting away, but her skirt had torn off in the process. Spike had a great view of Buffy’s cute bottom in a lace thong, before she crawled away under some desks. He found himself fully aroused at the sight and had a flashback to the library. He remembered the Slayer squeezing him with her muscles as he thrust into her and her sexy little moans into his mouth. Spike smiled at the memory, but was promptly brought out of his reverie by a chair crashing on the side of his head.

Spike was knocked to the floor by the force. He stared up at the Slayer in delight, “Bloody hell, Slayer, that actually hurt!”

Buffy stood there in green t-shirt & white panties, holding the chair, “It was supposed to, Spike.”

Spike looked her up and down. He suddenly found he no longer wanted to kill her.

“Well, you know what they say about sex & violence, pet,” he leered.

Buffy looked down at the bulge in his pants & inwardly panicked, “You’re disgusting, Spike!” She said & turned tail and ran. She reached the door & was about to kick it down, when Spike crashed into her. She fell hard to the floor with Spike on top. He grabbed her arms & held them above her head.

“What are you doing to me, Slayer?” He asked, sounding confused as he looked down into her face. Then his mouth was crushing hers and Buffy was moaning beneath him. All thought of rescuing her Mom & friends was swiftly forgotten as Spike kissed her. She couldn’t help it. The things he made her feel! Buffy returned his kiss with vigour and Spike growled in response.

He quickly took care of the rest of Buffy’s clothes, and she helped him out of his. Neither cared that this was wrong. Hands and lips explored each other’s bodies in a frenzy, until at last Buffy spread her legs for him and Spike thrust home. Both were soon rocked to the core by their orgasm.

“Thought you were going to kill me,” she said a while later, once she could breath normally again.

“I am, Slayer. I’m going to shag you to death.”

And to prove his point, Spike showed the Slayer just how he could torment her to death with his fingers, thumb & cold, cold tongue. Buffy happily submitted and squealed with pleasure.

Further down the corridor, Joyce could hear her daughter’s screams, and could only wonder helplessly what that bleached haired monster with the disfigured face was doing to her.