Title: Wild Night
Author: Wildecate
Email: Wildecate@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: set after "Smashed"

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Buffy

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It was late when I got home, the moon high in the sky and the clock on the oven showing 02:45. I moved silently, trying not to awaken the other members of the household. Desperate not to be heard, I slipped off my shoes in the kitchen and tip toed through the house, up the stairs and along the corridor to my room.

There were marks on my face, my arms, my shoulders and my neck. It had been another rough night but nothing I couldn't handle. Nothing I wasn't used to. Nothing I didn't want.

Oh yes, I wanted it alright - I must do. His voice, tinged with sarcasm rang in my head "I might be dirt beneath your feet, but you're the one who likes to roll in it." Rolling wasn't what I was doing. It was full on swimming. I eased my clothes off carefully, counting the bruises on my hips where his hands had grasped me, pushing me up against the wall, driving into me. I noted the teethmarks down and alongside my spine and made a mental note not to wear little tops until they had faded. But they were definitely teethmarks and not fangmarks. I allowed a secret smile to cross my face as I remembered him flipping me on to my hands and knees and taking me from behind, while I screamed out in ecstasy.

A shower would awaken my sister, innocently asleep metres away so I settled for a quick wash and bathed my love wounds in antiseptic. There were scratches up my legs and tiny little puncture marks on my inside thigh. He had not been able to resist a quick taste of my blood but curiously this didn't bother me at all. The idea that someone desired me, wanted me, desperately needed me filled with joy. The fact that that someone was Spike didn't bother me in the slightest. Not at this point anyway.

I eased myself into bed, now clad in my favourite pajamas. I found my hands snaking down my stomach, sliding beneath my pajama shorts - my thoughts were of him - I couldn't get enough of him and just the memory of that little smile on his face before he had dipped his head between my legs was enough to make me wet. My fingers moved, slowly, langorously at first until I couldn't bear it any longer, until I had to roll over and bury my face in my pillow so there would be no noise. My last waking thoughts were of him. Hoping that he was in as much pain as I was.

"Darkness falls and she appears" I walk through the door to my normal greeting from him. I smile, having already decided that tonight was the last night, that I would indulge myself and have an amazing night. That was one thing about him - he might have had a lot of faults but his skills in bed were not one of them. I knew what he liked about me, what he wanted from me and I was going to give it. He had already touched me, my heart had seen me vunerable and had already had me begging for it. Once more wouldn't hurt.

"Here I am" I knew I looked good, leather trousers, loose long sleeved top hiding my scars from the previous night, leather jacket and high heeled boots. I'd dug out my best underwear, deep red satin, pushing up whatever Mother Nature didn't give me and my hair tied up, ready to be pulled out from its pins when he asked me to.

"We're patrolling?" he asked. He looked good too. Black jeans, tight t-shirt, long duster, boots and cigarette hanging from his mouth as usual. Oh God, what was I doing. I should just say what I had planned to say later and get my ass out of there.

"We are." And we did. Score to Buffy and Spike 8; score to the vamps nil.

It would be another late night, I could tell as we didn't get back from the last cemetary until gone midnight. We walked back to his crypt, we had hardly spoken all night apart from in between fights and I was almost aching with longing. Have you ever felt like that? An ache deep inside where you just want him to grab you and take you where you are? We headed to the lower chamber and we fell into a routine that had become habit now. He poured himself blood and coke for me. I finished my drink and made noises like I had to go, as if I wasn't really going to stay at all, and turned to go up the ladder when it began.

His hand was on my shoulder, turning me round, I was staring into his huge blue eyes. They glinted with longing, with knowing and with lust. I leaned back against the ladder and smiled at him. His hand was on my face, stroking my cheek, running possessively down my body, moulding my breasts, stroking my ass through the leather trousers. He lowered his head to mine and claimed me in the first of many kisses. Long and deep, his tongue flicking over mine and his hand sliding up to the back of my head, holding me close.

I slid down down to my knees, knowing he wasn't expecting this and unzipped his trousers, taking him in my hands. I knew how he liked it, gentle and then hard, soft and then vicious. I glanced up and caught the look on his face before taking him in my mouth, running my tongue up and down him and listening and loving the noise he was making. I lightly scratched his balls with my fingernails making him groan before stopping what I was doing completely and pushing him backwards and down on the bed. He reached for me and I allowed the touch, letting it become a deep caress. His clothes came off, shirt, followed by trousers and then mine, jacket, followed by top, followed by leather trousers. His eyes gleamed at the sight of my underwear. He reached up and ran a hand down me, from my neck, stroking fingers down my stomach and down my inside thigh.

"Damn you're beautiful" he whispered, sitting up to wrap himself around me, dipping his tongue in the space between my breasts, skillfully twisting the clasp on my bra so it came undone and then he transferred his attention to my nipples, rolling them hard between his thumb and forefinger making me cry out.

He laid back on the bed and I looked down at him, knowing what he would say. So what he did say came as a complete surprise. "I want to see you Slayer" I stared at him in confusion "I want to see you make yourself come". I think I was smiling, I'm pretty sure I was. "You can do that for me" I said, stalling for time. "I can. But I want to see you do it. I want to see the look on your face."

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Spike

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She looked down at me curiously, not really understanding why I wanted this, but with a smile that said she would, she unpinned her hair and then began to play with herself. She was knelt over me, one knee either side and I moved my hands behind my head so I wouldn't be tempted to touch her, so she could do this all on her own.

One hand on her breast, nails scratching her nipple lightly and I watched entranced as it rose, flooding with colour to dark pink. I watched the other hand slide down her stomach to the line of her underwear, the deep red setting off the creamy colour of her skin brilliantly. She paused for a moment and then gave a dirty grin before sliding her hand back up again to play with her other breast, lifting each to her mouth in turn, flicking out her tongue and licking her nipple. She must have been able to feel me twitch at that. She slid her legs outwards, moving downwards until she brushed against me and rotated her hips, teasing my skin with the soft material of her pants.

Her hand slipped down again to her pants again and this time, holding my gaze the entire time, she slid her hand in and began to move her fingers. I watched, not her hand but her face. I watched the colour flare along her cheeks and her pupils dilated. I could smell her and I clenched my fists behind my head so that I wouldn't grab her right there and then. I was going to watch this show right through.

Her other hand joined the first one and she looked up at me through her veil of hair. She flicked it off her face with a practised movement and then slid her fingers out either side to where the satin covered her hips. In one swift movement, she snapped the fabric and she sat over me, naked and glorious.

Not moving her gaze from my face I couldn't help but follow her hands back down again, her fingers twirling in the honey coloured hair before dipping in and out, making her catch her breath.

"Again" I mouthed and she moved forwards so that she straddled the top of my chest, so I could see everything closely but not touch. She leaned forward slightly and I watched as two of her fingers disappeared deep within her, her thumb, playing around in the honey coloured mound and the other hand playing with her breasts.

"Faster" I told her and she fell into a a practised rhythm until she let her head fall back and her other hand joined the right hand, moving hard and fast until I could hear the blood pulsing through her.

Gasping, groaning and moaning I watched my Slayer make herself come and then stop, leaning over me, panting as the colour flushed her cheeks.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked, and she lifted her head and smiled at me before giving me a deep tongue twisting kiss.

"How else do you want me?" she asked moving backwards. This was unusual. Normally she fought me as hard as possible, which I loved, but tended to leave scars.

"Bend over" I said. She turned and before dropping to her hands and knees, looked over her shoulder, licking her lips. I moved on to her and felt her tense for a moment before she relaxed allowing me to enter her.

"I've got a new game, if you want to play" I said, leaning over her.

"I want to" she breathed and then arched her back as I ran my fingers down her spine.

"Just relax and trust me" I said and came out of her. I picked up a scarf by the side of the bed and tied it around her eyes and then another scarf, tying her wrists together.

"Spike?" she said questioningly.

"Just trust me."

I began to play my hands over her body, down her back and over her ass, and down her legs. I slid a long finger inside her to distract her from what I was about to do and she moaned slightly. I slid my hand down her ass and separated the cheeks and smiled slightly. She would be screaming like hell in two minutes but she would still be begging for more. I altered fingers inside her and moved the other one to the entrance of her anus.

"Spike?"

"You're going to love this" I whispered and then slid it slowly into her. She whimpered and tried to flinch away but I had hold of her and she wasn't going anywhere. I moved slowly, aware this could hurt but knowing that it felt great. I moved my finger out of her and entered her pussy slowly, with my finger sliding inside her ass. She moaned again and wriggled against me. I thought perhaps she was trying to get away until I realised she wanted more. I moved deeper and she gasped for breath.

"More" she said and I began to move faster and harder, but moving my fingers slowly.

"Not like that" she managed to say, her face buried in my pillow and she moved herself away from me and then pushed herself back up against me. I realised what she wanted. This girl really did have hidden depths.

"It might hurt" I warned.

"I want it" she shouted and we began again. Remembering the pain of this, I leaned down and buried my face there, licking deep and hard, trying to make this as moist as possible so it wouldn't hurt as much. She was moaning, calling for me, yelling for me. I couldn't bear it any longer and then pulled her cheeks apart and plunged into her slowly. She screamed out. She screamed my name, screaming for me to go harder, faster but I couldn't. It would injure her too much. I changed position so she was on top of me again, blindfolded and bound and screaming my name. She was insatiable that night, we came together again and again. I learned how she liked it, I learned her secrets, where she liked to be kissed, how she liked to be fucked, how she looked with my fingers inside her and how she looked with her mouth around me.

We laid back on the bed, breathless in her case, and just plain sweaty in mine.

"I'm going to be walking like John Wayne for a week". She rolled over and smiled at me, running a hand down my body.

"Jesus girl, don't you ever run out of energy?" I was knackered. "Sleep then. I've set the alarm for 5am so you can sneak off early. Just stay."

"I can't"

"You can"

"I shouldn't"

I pulled the covers up, knowing I was going to win this argument.

"Sleep now. Worry later."

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Buffy

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And I did.