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Disclaimer:
I own nothing of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy or whoever else can lay legal claim to them. Despite what the
character of Buffy says, I own nothing nor claim to have anything to do with
the song, “Son of A Preacher Man” that was originally
sung by Dusty Springfield. I am merely borrowing them to create a pretty
picture inside my head.
Son of a Preacher Man
The applause was thunderous as Buffy made her way
onto the stage. She waved at her fans before climbing onto the stool set out
for her use. She situated the guitar on her lap and made sure the microphone was
in place before turning smoky green eyes back to the audience.
“Hi everybody,” Buffy said, waving again as the
applause returned. “I’d like to sing the song that I wrote for my first love,
Billy Ray.” Her hands began to strum her instrument, her husky voice singing
the lyrics that never failed to take her back to that summer….
Billy Ray was a preacher’s son
And when his Daddy would visit he’d come along
When they gathered round and started talkin’
That’s when Billy would take me walkin’
Buffy smoothed down the
front of her short denim skirt. Her hands moved to adjust her cotton
button-down shirt. She liked the way the small leaves around the blue flowers
on her shirt made her eyes even greener then they were. One more turn and she
was satisfied that she might actually be described as pretty today. From her
blond hair pulled to a high ponytail all the way down to her red-tipped toes
tucked into summer sandals.
“Hey, you,”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
Linking arms the two girls
made their way back downstairs to the church parlor where the Sunday potluck
was still going on. It was exciting to them both that they were finally allowed
to participate in the grownup affair. Both were just past ninth grade and had
officially been made members of the
“There’s Xander,”
“He goes by Spike these
days,” Buffy corrected with all the authority of someone who gathered the most
current information on the teenager in question. “He just turned seventeen and
he’s a man now.”
“Oh, yeah,”
“It does in my book,” Buffy
purred.
They broke out in giggles
which only brought the attention of the two boys they were ogling. Hopefully,
before they could be caught, Buffy yanked
“Oh, great,” Buffy muttered
when she saw that it was Harmony pouring out the red beverage. She was Spike’s
on and off girlfriend, currently off, and a persistent thorn in Buffy’s side.
“Hi, Harm,” she said brightly.
“Oh, it’s you,” the other
blonde said. “I saw you staring at my boyfriend. You may as well give it up.
He’s not going to notice a little girl like you. I mean look at the way you
dress. So, fourteenish.”
“He’s noticed,”
Harmony’s eyes opened wide
as she looked at Buffy who was blushing even more furiously. Yeah, Spike had
noticed. Had noticed her so much that he had backed her into a corner, made her
admit her mad crush, pulled her against his hard, lean body, licked her ear and
then told her that he didn’t date jailbait. He was laughing about her juvenile
response to him while he had walked away. Buffy cried for days afterwards and
had decided to go out with Parker just to spite the big brute.
It had started a war between
the two blondes that no one else knew about. Buffy had started dressing as sexy
as her mother would allow, wearing makeup and she had learned to kiss. Parker’s
kisses were always too wet but he had been an easy target for her to practice
on. And she had been very firm about nothing more than kissing.
Over the last six months
Buffy had pretended to ignore Spike, but had made sure he knew about her very
active social life. Spike had made sure Buffy had known about his every
conquest and typical minister’s son lifestyle. Every once in awhile their paths
would cross as they would in small town fashion and the heat between them was
impossible to ignore. He always left her panties wet and her legs quivering in
need even though he never touched her. All it took was a look from those blue
eyes and the way his voice dropped a couple of octaves as he whispered naughty
things to her. The woman in her was satisfied though because he would walk away
from her with a very large bulge in the front of his jeans. A bulge that she
would fantasize about for hours with her hand buried between her legs.
“Are you telling me that you
and Spike, pulease,” Harmony tittered. “Maybe in your imagination, that is if
you even could imagine.”
“I bet she could,” Spike
whispered behind her. “Imagine a lot of things, couldn’t you, pet?” His finger
twirled around her ponytail while the heat from his body was leaving her
wanting to lean into it. “Let’s get out of here and see just what goes on in
that mind of yours.”
Harmony gasped,
Being good isn’t always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin’ to me
“Let’s go.”
“Buffy you can’t,”
“Way to go man,” Xander
said, slapping him on the back. “Score.”
“How could you?” Harmony
said. “She’s a little wannabe slut…”
Buffy heard them but she
didn’t care. How could she? Spike was grinning and tugging on her hand. At that
moment, on the cusp of every teenage fantasy she’d ever had, all she wanted to
know was if he could make her feel as good as she thought he could. He pulled
her through a side door. She looked behind her but no one was looking at them
except the three at the punch table. Her stomach was filled with butterflies at
what she was doing. She’d always been a good girl but for Spike she’d be
anything he wanted.
They turned the corner into
the main church hallway and he started running. She giggled as she ran with
him. It felt like they were flying as they burst out of the rear door into the
parking lot. Spike was laughing his head off when he jumped down the three
steps. Buffy stumbled but he caught her, holding her tight against him as he
swung her around. She giggled and twined her hand through soft blonde curls,
feeling her body respond to him.
Spike set her on her feet
and led her to his car. He opened the door like a gentleman, holding it for her
as she slid into the old Desoto. Buffy laughed again as he jumped then slid
across the hood to get to the driver’s side.
He left tire marks as they sped out of the parking lot. She looked
behind them once more but no one was coming. No one had even noticed that they
were gone.
He’d come and tell me everything is all right
He’d kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?
“Come here, Luv,” Spike
said, holding his arm along the back of the seat.
Buffy moved to sit next to
him and his arm closed around her shoulder. It was better than her dreams had
been. Her body seemed to be made to fit next to his as she nestled under his
arm. She was tingling everywhere his body touched hers. Deciding to be brave
she unclenched her hands from where they locked together on her lap and put one
on his leg. Her eyes closed as heat flashed through her, pooling in the most
intimate part of her, and she felt a rush of liquid spilling from within her.
Restless, she moved her bottom but it only made it worse.
In fear that he knew she
glanced over at him but he seemed to be concentrating on the road. It was then
that she noticed Spike was driving along the road that led out of town. The
only thing out here was the lake. A notorious make out spot. Is that all he
wanted? Buffy looked around her as she tried to ignore the throbbing from her
pussy and rationalize what she was doing. Was she ready to have sex? She was
only fifteen and had only kissed a few boys.
The only thing she had done
besides kissing was letting Angel touch her breasts at Summer Camp when she was
thirteen. She had gone from being totally flat to needing a real bra. Somehow
her boobs hadn’t needed training because she had gone straight to wearing a B
cup. Someone said that a boy massaging them would make them bigger and wanting
to have larger breasts than all the other girls she’d granted Angel permission
to touch them. She still wasn’t sure if it was the massages he gave her all
summer or just growing up but she now proudly wore a C cup. And she wasn’t sure
if it was her or the matter of fact way she made him touch her or if it was him
but she’d heard Angel was now dating some guy named Wesley.
She sighed as she tried to
force her mind back to what she was doing or about to do.
“You okay?” Spike asked.
“Still with me?” He bent and nuzzled his nose in her hair, leaving a kiss on
her cheek before turning back to the road.
“Yeah, still with you,”
Buffy said, proud of the calmness in her voice and knew she wasn’t backing out
now. Assured by her decision, she settled closer to him and let her fingers
drift over his thigh. His jeans were soft and pulled snug over his body, faded
black, she noted as she cupped his knee.
The car turned down the lake
access road and Buffy felt another momentary doubt as they bounced along the
dirt road. Spike groaned softly and it was then that she realized her breast
was rubbing along his rib cage from the movement of the car. Her nipples were
hard and jutting through the thin material of her blouse. She blushed as she
remembered she was wearing bra and panties that she had bought on a rare trip
into
“Where are we going?” Buffy
asked as he turned down another road that led around the lake and away from the
spot that she had thought they were going to.
“Someplace special,” Spike
promised, his fingers dangling over her shoulder brushed against the side of
her breast. “It belongs to the church. They use it for special retreats and
stuff. No one will be there.”
Buffy nodded. They drove on
for a few minutes until they came to a gate. Spike leaned over her to reach
into the glove box. He pulled out a set of keys and sat back up. The small door
bounced open again and it was then she saw the small foil packets thrown
haphazardly over the rest of the contents and she quickly slammed it shut. It
didn’t seem to faze him as he got out of the car to undo the lock and open the
gate. Her hands were suddenly damp and she smoothed them over her skirt. The
thought that he wasn’t a virgin kept repeating in her brain. He’d done this
before, had brought other girls here so why did she think she was special. Did
she just want to be a conquest to him?
“Almost there,” Spike
promised as they started down the road again.
“Have you brought Harmony
here?”
His head whipped around to
look at her. He studied her for a moment then grinned. “Nope, you’re the first
girl I’ve brought here. I don’t like authority too much but I respect what
belongs to the church and the parishioners. I come here sometimes when I want
to be alone.”
“Oh.”
Spike pulled the car up
alongside a small house that overlooked the lake. He stepped out and held his
hand out for Buffy to slide out his side of the car. He gave her a quick hard
kiss that left her hungry for his touch as his hands slid from her waist.
“Wait here,” Spike said,
running up to the house.
After he closed the door
behind him, Buffy turned to look at the lake. It was beautiful and peaceful
here. The grounds were still pristine. This place was obviously not used a lot
and she believed what Spike had told her. There was no evidence of any parties
and she sighed in relief. Maybe she wasn’t just another girl to him. The door
slammed shut and she turned to see Spike running down the steps holding a blanket
in one hand and some sodas in the other.
“I thought we’d go down to
the dock,” he said, wrapping the arm with the blanket around her shoulder. “You
know, just lie in the sun and talk…whatever.”
She turned to give him a
bright smile and knew she loved him when he smiled back at her. When it
happened she wasn’t sure. Spike had been around, somewhere in her life, since
her father had moved them to this small town. During those eight years she had
always wanted to be closer to William Raymond then he had allowed. She vowed
she would do whatever it took so that he would keep her in his orbit, now that
he had allowed her entrance to his world.
Spike spread the blanket out
on the dock and plopped down. He held a hand out to her, making her feel like a
lady as she sat next to him. She tucked her legs under her and reached to undo
her sandals. Spike was already yanking off his boots and socks then his
t-shirt. She swallowed as his chest was exposed to her view. It wasn’t the
first time she’d seen it but it was the first when they were alone. Her tongue
darted out to moisten her lips as she stared at him. Startled by his knowing
chuckle, she turned her head and scooted a little ways away. Her hands reached
up to undo her ponytail, letting her long blonde hair cascade over her
shoulders.
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin’ kisses from me on the sly
“You are so beautiful,”
Spike whispered, hoarsely as he crawled toward her. His hands cupped her face,
tilting it upwards. “I told myself I was going to wait but I can’t, sugar, I
just can’t.”
His eyes stared straight
into hers. She didn’t need experience to see the desire burning in them and she
didn’t need to look down to know he was already hard with wanting her. Her
hands lay on his chest, his nipples burning against her palms and somehow,
instinctively she lowered them slowly backwards. He followed, coming to cover
her, his legs entwining with hers. He just kept coming toward her until there
was nothing but their clothes between their heated bodies. His lips covered
hers and she wasn’t sure whose groan of satisfaction was louder, his or hers.
For months she had wanted this and almost couldn’t believe it was happening. It
was though, and her body took over thinking for her. Her tongue wrapped around
his that was busy plundering her mouth. Her legs shifted and opened until he
was cushioned between them. His erection pressing down on her heat and she
curled up to increase the pressure between them.
“Oh, God, Buffy, what are
you doing to me?”
Spike didn’t wait for an
answer. His mouth was on hers again, hungry, and needing her. Buffy didn’t
hesitate to give him her passion, her mirroring ardor for him. Their tongues
twirled, tasted and plunged from one mouth to the other. His hands were still
holding her face, fingertips caressing the back of her neck while his hips
ground down into hers.
Buffy wanted to know
everything about him, about his body, and her hands started to move. They slid
around to the warm, smooth plane of his back to feel every curve and valley
from shoulder blades down to the edge of his jeans. He shuddered when her
fingers slipped just under material. She wanted to make him feel the same
delicious fire that was consuming her and she pushed her hand down to knead at
one cheek. A part of her was thrilled to the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear
and another part was shaking from the realization there was one less thing
keeping him from her virginity.
Takin’ time to make time
Tellin’ me that he’s all mine
“I’ve been waiting so long
for you to grow up,” Spike whispered. His lips moving along her jaw to her
neck. “Do you know how many times I wanted to kill Parker for even touching
you?”
Her legs wrapped around him
in response. “I’m yours, only yours.” Buffy vowed. Her fingers slid through his
hair as he nuzzled the valley between her breasts. He nipped the side of one
soft mound and she threw her head back. “Make love to me.”
Spike froze for a second
then made a growling noise as he started to unbutton her blouse. His lips
followed the trek down her body as more and more of her stomach was exposed to
him. Licks and kisses were trailed along her belly until he pulled back to
kneel between her legs. Buffy sat up and quickly pulled her shirt off then lay
back down with her arms over her head. She didn’t know the signal she was
giving him; complete and utter surrender. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
Nothing was going to stop them now. He undid the button and zipper on her
skirt. She lifted her butt as he tugged it off. It was thrown over on top of
her shirt. He stared at her for a minute but she wasn’t self-conscious. Today
she wasn’t a little girl or even a teenager. She was Spike’s woman. Made for
him to do with as he wanted and she smiled up at him.
“Who was it?” Spike asked in
a voice that was almost deadly in its icy detachment.
“Who was who?” Buffy asked
confused by his sudden turnabout in attitude.
“The boy,” Spike laughed
contemptuously, “Or boys that you’ve fucked?”
“No one,” Buffy said, sitting
up. Suddenly she felt uncomfortably cold in the hot June sun.
“Oh, come on, pet, don’t lie
to me. You expect me to believe you’re a virgin with your red lace underwear,
your plea, “oh make love to me”, and your damn ‘I’m easy’ signals.”
What had happened? It wasn’t
supposed to be like this. Buffy drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around
them. She buried her face in her knees.
“There hasn’t been anyone, I
promise, Spike.”
His hands gripped her arms
and gave her a small shake. “Don’t lie to me. I can’t stand being lied to. Was
it Parker?”
Buffy shook her head
violently as the tears came. “I couldn’t be with anyone else,” she claimed. “I
was only with Parker to learn how to kiss. It’s all it’s ever been with anyone
else. I love you, Spike, I’ve always loved you.”
The hands fell from her arms
as Spike stood and walked to the end of the dock. His body was silhouetted in
the brilliance of the sun that was beginning to slip a little lower in the
afternoon sky. Buffy watched as he hung his head and his shoulders shook. He
spoke to her and she had to strain to his words.
“I love you, too. I’ve tried
not to because you’re still so young but I can’t help it. You’re the only girl
that I want. Only dated Harmony because she looks something like you.”
“Come back to me,” Buffy
said, raising her arms to him when he turned to look at her. Spike loved her
too and she wasn’t going to let anything come between them again. He came back
to her, wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “Love only
you, want only you, make me yours,” Buffy cooed, rocking him.
“I’m going to go to hell and
probably jail, too,” Spike said, lowering them back to the blanket. “But I’m
going to make love to you.”
Learnin’ from each other’s knowing
Lookin’ to see how much we’ve grown
His fingers plucked at her
bra clasp, freeing her breasts to his questing hands. She sighed as she wrapped
her arms around him again. His fingers kneaded the soft mounds while his lips
taught her things about kissing that Parker had no clue about. The fire
returned to consume them and Buffy let the flames lead her to their inferno.
Her hands roamed over his body, enjoying the slight shudders he elicited when
she touched sensitive areas. He was rolling her nipple as he maneuvered between
her legs again.
“This has to be heaven,”
Buffy thought, opening her eyes to stare at the bright clear sky as his mouth
descended on her breast. Her entire areola was sucked into his mouth while his
tongue flicked at the pebbled tip. She arched her back and his hand cupped her
bottom pulling her closer to his hardness. The intensity was drowning her in an
all encompassing desire to be his. She knew her panties were soaked with the
same need that was making her belly ache and her pussy pulse. Spike, sensing
her increasing heat, rubbed himself against her. She heard herself mewl in
response but what they were doing wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She wanted it
all and her hands slipped between them, pulling and yanking at his pants to try
to free him.
“Slow down, baby,” Spike
said, rolling off of her. He quickly got his jeans off and threw them in the
pile with her clothes. “Your turn,” Spike whispered, slipping his fingers into
her panties and pulling them down her legs. They were quickly thrown to the side
but when he started to cover her again, Buffy stopped him with a hand on his
shoulder. She pushed him on his back and unabashedly gazed at him in his
nudity.
“You’re the one who’s
beautiful,” she whispered, uncaring for his manly pride because he was
gorgeous. Lean, muscled, a little pale but the lines of his body that pulsed
and rippled made up for it. She gulped and placed her hand on his stomach,
feeling the heat of him, the sweat from their activities and the glory of it
made her shake in wonder. Growing braver, she coaxed her hand to dip lower, to
cover his cock. It jumped under her questioning fingers as she explored the
hardness and yet softness of it. She looked into his eyes for a second before
lowering her head to kiss the tip of it.
The next thing she knew she
was on her back with Spike fumbling to get the condom out of its container. She
had let loose the man in him just as he had brought out the woman in her and
there was only the act itself to complete them. Reaching out she helped to roll
the latex over him then when it was in place, she lay back taking him with her.
“You sure, Buffy?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Buffy
said as she felt him at her entrance.
“Wrap your legs around me,”
Spike instructed. “Higher, around my ribs and relax.”
It made her wonder how many
virgins he’d taken but she pushed it from her mind as he thrust into her. She
gasped as he filled her completely, breaking through her hymen and bringing a
pain she hadn’t really expected. Her nails dug into his back as he murmured how
much he loved her. He didn’t move for a minute until she stirred beneath him.
“Go on,” she whispered to
him.
Spike was gentle, easing
back and forth, showing her just how much he didn’t want to hurt her. She knew
he needed more and she ordered her body to relax. Slowly her muscles
cooperated, unclenching from around him, giving him the encouragement so that
he sped up. The dock creaked under the force of their movements. There in the
front of God and whoever might be hiking around the lake, Buffy gave everything
she had to the only boy who had ever been able to reach her. His grunts and
sweat slid over and around her as he rocked inside her.
“Everything’s going to be
all right,” he whispered to her. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”
His hand moved between them,
sliding down to touch a part of her that no one had ever touched but her. He
circled and teased as he changed his thrusts to a more grinding motion.
Everything was forgotten as the flame licked at her again. It was taking her
someplace she’d never been and she let go like he asked. It was better than
anything she had ever felt as her soul soared through the blue sky above them
and her body quaked under his ministrations. The moment she felt herself coming
back to herself she knew he was going to fly too. Her hands caressed him and
she nipped along his shoulders as he came undone over her.
Spike slid off of her,
disposed of the condom then cuddled into her. He pulled the edge of the blanket
over them. Reality came over her. Her parents were going to kill her. They were
probably out searching for her now. Spike could go to jail for making love to
her since she was under sixteen.
“Don’t,” Spike said. “It’s
going to be all right. No matter what happens I love you and will always be
there.”
“You promise,” Buffy asked,
feeling like the little girl she’d been when she had left home that morning.
“Promise,” Spike said,
sleepily.
“I believe you,” Buffy said,
relaxing against him.
Knowing that everything was
going to be fine because Spike loved her, she closed her eyes and drifted off
into sleep with him.
And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet talking son of a preacher man
Sweet lovin’ son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me
The music faded from around her and Buffy stood so
she could bow to her audience. She straightened up and took the microphone to
sing her next song. As the band behind her began to play she took a second to
wink at Spike standing off stage with their small son cradled in his arms.
~~~The End~~~
