Coming Clean
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SUMMARY: Sequel to 'Room Service'. Buffy and Spike haven't seen each other
since that night in New York. What will happen when they meet unexpectedly in
Sunnydale?
Chapter 1
Buffy sat in her English class, doodling on her notebook and daydreaming. It
had been a month since she got back home to Sunnydale and she still couldn't
get Spike out of her mind. Their wild, passionate night together was burned
into her memory for all-time.
The
way her skin tingled when he touched her; the way his skin felt sliding against
hers; his stormy blue eyes burning into hers; the way his face looked when he
came; the taste of his skin, mouth and cock; how his lips and tongue felt on
her body; how it felt when he was inside of her... It was all so fresh in her
mind. She longed to see him or just hear his voice again.
Buffy
had tried to put it in the past, to not miss him. But her dreams were filled
with visions of him. Spike smirking and beckoning to her; Spike kissing and
licking trails over her body; Spike telling her what wicked things he wanted to
do to her, his silky, low voice sending lightning bolts straight to her sex;
Spike naked and laid out before her like a sinfully delicious buffet; Spike's
soft lips curling into a smile as he brushed them over hers...
She
even went so far as to call the escort service he worked for a week after she
got home to find out how he was. She had been surprised to learn that he no
longer worked for them.
She'd
never see him again. Many a night was spent crying into her pillow for the man
she burned for but could never touch again. It didn't help to think that he
didn't think of her as anything but another client. He had made her feel so
special...but that was his job. Still, Buffy couldn't shake the notion that he
felt something for her too. He had been so tender and, yes, loving with her...
She
felt like a moron for developing feelings for him, for craving him like she
did. But the fact remained, she was head over heels in love with a gigolo.
'Other
people can have lots of sex and not have it mean anything, why can't I? Why did
I have to fall in love with him?'
"Buffy,
could you at least pretend to pay attention?"
She
looked up sharply at Mr. Holtz, her English teacher. He was shaking his head at
her with a disapproving expression. All of her classmates' eyes were on her.
She blushed furiously.
"Sorry,
Mr. Holtz." She mumbled.
"I
know all of your minds are on graduation and the upcoming Prom..." Mr.
Holtz addressed the class. "But we still have one more month of school to
get through, people. Focus."
The
class groaned as he went back to discussing the merits of Dickens' work.
Buffy headed for the library for her free period. Her friends met there
everyday to spend some time together with Mr. Giles (or just plain Giles, as
they liked to call him) the school librarian. He was a bit stuffy, but a very
kind and gentle-mannered man. In the year she'd known him, she'd come to think
of him as a father figure. He was much better than the one that life saw fit to
stick her with.
Speaking
of father figures...her own father had called when he got the bill for the
weekend. Buffy was scared of his what his reaction would be, despite how smug
she had been in New York. But her father hadn't even complained about it.
He
was all, "That's okay, sweetie. I told you to spend and you did. No
problem."
Hank
Summers hadn't even batted an eyelash about the X-rated movies Buffy had
ordered.
Somehow,
that was even worse than if he'd bitched at her. She wanted to get some
kind of reaction from him. It was like he didn't care about anything she did at
all.
Buffy
thought about her return to Sunnydale after that weekend in New York as she
walked to the library.
Her
girlfriends had known immediately that she'd 'gotten laid' while she was away.
Cordy said that Buffy had that certain 'glow' about her. They pumped her for
details.
Buffy
gave them as few details as possible. She told them that she'd met a gorgeous
guy named Will in her hotel (she kept the name Spike to herself, that name was
only for her). He had blonde hair and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. She'd
said that her and Will hit it off right away, and engaged in mad, passionate,
monkey lovin' all night long. She certainly wasn't going to tell them that he
was 'hired help'.
Willow
and Cordy were very interested in hearing about what kind of stuff Buffy and
Will did. It was really embarrassing but Buffy gave them some details; how
great he was at oral sex; the inhuman way he would move his tongue; how great
his body was; how big he was. She couldn't tell them how many times
they'd 'did it' because she'd lost count along the way. Willow and Cordy
giggled, gasped and laughed into their hands the entire time. They both had
agreed: Buffy was one lucky bitca.
But
Buffy didn't feel so lucky. Yes, she and Spike shared an incredible night of
passion that would always be special to her...but she would never see him again.
Never feel his touch. Never look into his smiling blue eyes. Her longing for
him was getting worse instead of better. She had expected it to get less
painful as time went on, not more so.
Buffy
put on a happy face and breezed through the library doors.
"Hey,
guys!" She greeted her friends, who were seated around the main table.
They
all said their 'hellos'. Buffy walked over and pulled up a chair, putting her
bookbag on the floor at her feet.
"So,
what's happenin'? Anything interesting going on today?" Buffy asked.
"Nope."
Xander said tiredly, dark circles lined his eyes. "Same Bat-time, same
Bat-channel. Why do they make us drag ourselves back here every morning after
finals? What's the frickin' point?"
"You're
forgetting that they love to torture us." Willow pointed out.
"Ah,
yes. Thanks, Wills. How could I forget that they're sadistic bastards?"
Xander put his head down on the table.
His
girlfriend, Cordelia, patted his head.
"Just
think, we still have Prom to look forward to." Cordy said with a smile.
Giles
came out of his office, looking harried as usual, carrying a stack of books. He
smiled when he saw his young friends gathered at their table, and placed his
books on the counter.
"How
is everyone this morning?" Giles asked cordially.
The
Scoobies (their nickname for themselves) mumbled and groaned.
Giles
laughed. "Now, let's not have any of that. It's almost over. You've made
it this far. You can get through one more month. Stiff upper lip and all that
rot."
They
grumbled.
"Oh!"
Giles said, remembering something important. "Do you recall me telling you
about my son, William?"
They
nodded.
"Well,
he's popped in for a visit. He'll be helping me here in the library while he's
here." Giles smiled broadly.
He
was obviously pleased that his son came to see him. He looked towards the door
of his office.
"William?
There's some people I'd like you to meet. Could you come out for a
minute?" Giles called.
"Da,"
William said, coming out of the office, "I thought I asked you to call me
Spike?"
"I
will call you no such thing. Your mother and I gave serious thought to your
name and I won't call you by any other. Especially not Spike. Really, what kind
of name is that?" Giles good-naturedly ribbed his son.
Buffy
went white and froze the moment she heard him speak. She had to be wrong. It
couldn't be him. She turned slowly in her seat until her eyes came to rest on
him standing next to Giles. It was him. New York Spike.
At
the same time Buffy's eyes landed on him, Spike looked in her direction. Their
eyes met. Shock and recognition registering on both their faces.
'OHGODOHGODOHGOD!' Their
minds screamed.
'It's
him!'
'It's
her!
Giles
continued talking, oblivious. "Everyone, this is my son William.
William, I'd like you to meet," Giles pointed out each student as he said
their names, "Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia and Buffy. They're students
here as well as good friends of mine."
The
group heartily greeted Spike. Willow and Cordy's eyes skimmed over him, taking
in the hard lines of muscle under his tight, black t-shirt and jeans. They were
crazy about their boyfriends, but they were still women. Looking couldn't hurt.
Spike
felt like he was in the middle of a dream. It was the woman from the hotel in
New York. The one he hadn't been able to forget. The one that haunted his
dreams night after night. The one he had spent many hours fantasizing about
while he stroked himself to orgasm.
He'd
known her by the name Darla. That wasn't her real name, he had found that out a
while ago. But, for lack of another name for her, he still thought of her as
Darla, the name that he had called out in the throes of passion.
Now
he knew - her name was Buffy. And - she was - a bloody-fucking high school
student!
'Oh
fuck! How old is she? I'll bloody well hang myself if she's 15. Spike's
mind raced.
'HOLY
SHIT! He's here! And he's Giles' son!? Oh God! This can't be happening!' Buffy
thought.
They
both panicked, but struggled not to let it show in their expressions. Under the
surface of their panic, they were both thrilled to see each other again. It was
literally a dream come true for both of them. Their minds were occupied, but
their bodies reacted to the other's presence. Their skin itched to be touched
and stroked by each other's hands, their loins throbbed with want.
Spike
took a deep breath and walked over to shake hands with the young people. He put
on a friendly smile and shook each of their hands in turn, giving them a warm
hello. He saved Buffy for last.
"H-hello."
Buffy said. "Nice to - meet you." Her voice trembled slightly.
She
didn't want the others to suspect anything.
Spike
took her hand in his. They both fought back a shiver at the contact.
Electricity shot out from their hands, racing up their arms and through the
rest of their bodies, cutting through the surprise and shock.
He
was getting hard.
She
was getting wet.
Their
bodies knew what they wanted, even if their brains were muddled.
"Nice
to meet you too." Spike kept his voice steady.
'Take
it easy, mate! She's here, it's her... You're touching her... But you can
handle this... Bloody hell! I'm a sick fucker! I know she's just a kid, but I
still want to throw her down on this table and fuck her like I've dreamed about
for a bloody month! Please God, give me strength!'
He
gave her a sideways 'We have to talk!' look and released her hand.
Buffy
gulped. 'I'm dead! He knows what a big, fat liar I am! If there is a God, I
will be killed in a bizarre dodgeball accident in gym class before the end of
the day. Oh - he's even more of a hottie than I remembered... I want him so
bad!
"Are
you in college? You look like a college man..." Cordelia asked, her eyes
discreetly scanning up and down his body.
Xander
frowned. He didn't like his girlfriend checking out this -handsome, British,
blonde with the muscular arms and firm looking pecs and... - Xander decided he
couldn't blame her. After all, he had been checking him out too just now - in a
purely scientific way, of course. As long as Cordy didn't try pawing this Spike
guy, it was okay.
Oz
didn't mind Willow's checking Spike out. He was totally secure in their
relationship. Even if the guy looked like he stepped out the pages of a
magazine.
"Uh
- no. I'm not in college anymore. I'm 24." Spike said.
Buffy
looked away. 'That's only 6 years separating us...that's not too bad.'
"Hey,
G-Man!" Xander smiled at Giles. "How can you have a 24 year old son
if you're 38?"
"38?!"
Spike snorted. "That's a good one! Vanity thy name is Rupert." He
chuckled.
Giles
shot Spike a warning look.
"I
was - practically a child when William was born. Now, let's never speak of it
again."
Buffy walked home by herself after school. She was still in shock that her
secret lover had showed up in town and that he was Giles' son. Giles was like a
second, better, dad to her. It was majorly freaky. It was true what those
annoying little dolls sang on the ride at Disneyland, it really was a small
world after all.
Buffy
had skipped out of school early to avoid the inevitable conversation with
Spike. She knew that he'd corner her sooner or later. She both dreaded and
ached to talk to him again. She had lied her ass off that night in New York,
and now he knew the truth. Would he be angry? Would he yell at her?
Just
as Buffy was walking onto her driveway, a car pulled up in front of the house.
An old, mint-condition, black DeSoto.
Her
breath caught in her throat when Spike got out and looked at her over the roof
of the car for a moment, then he moved around to stand near the trunk, allowing
her to see all of him. He looked gorgeous. The sun shone down on his blonde
hair, making it look even whiter. In addition to his black t-shirt and jeans,
he was wearing a long, black leather duster coat. It looked so good on him. He
was smoking a cigarette. Normally, Buffy didn't find smoking sexy, but on him,
it looked good. On him, anything could look good. He took a puff and
flicked the butt away.
"Hi."
Spike said blowing out the hit, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his
coat and staring at her.
"H-hi...did
- you follow me?" Buffy asked in a squeaky voice.
"Yeah.
You left before - we had a chance to - talk." His sparkling blue eyes
bored into her.
Buffy
panicked. "I - don't want to talk."
She
walked quickly to her front door, fumbling with her house keys. Spike appeared
beside her on the porch.
"Damn
it, Dar- Sorry, it's not Darla, it's Buffy, isn't it? Forgive me. After
thinking of you as Darla all month, it's a bit difficult to get used to using
your real name." He said with a note of sarcasm.
Buffy
tried putting the key in the lock, but kept missing. Her hands were shaking too
much.
Spike
saw how terrified she was and instantly regretted his attitude. Even if she did
deserve to be reprimanded about it. He reached out and took her hands in his,
turning her to face him. She looked up into his eyes, her whole body trembling.
"We
need to clear the air, pet. I have things I need to say to you." He said
in what he hoped was a soothing tone.
Buffy
nodded imperceptibly. She'd agree to anything when he was touching her and
gazing into her eyes.
"O-okay.
Just - don't yell at me." Her chin quivered.
Spike's
heart melted. He wanted to gather her up in his arms and... He took a shaky
breath and smiled.
'Be
strong...be strong...be strong...' Spike repeated to himself.
"I
won't yell. Promise."
Buffy
smiled weakly then unlocked the front door. He followed Buffy into the living
room. She sat on the couch stiffly. She wasn't looking forward to this
discussion.
Spike
sat down on the other side of the couch and turned to look at her.
"My
mom will be home around 6...you probably should leave before then..."
Buffy said looking down at the floor. "What happened to the fancy Porsche that
woman gave you?"
"Sold
it. It'd be hard to convince my Dad that I got the money for it by getting a
few short stories published... You - won't tell anyone what I do for a
living...will you?" Spike asked anxiously. "My father...I doubt he'd
be - proud - to say the least..."
"No.
Of course not... Your secret's safe with me. I won't tell anyone." Buffy
scratched at the fabric of the couch.
They
were silent for a few moments.
"You're
still in high school. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you pretend - "
"I'm
18. So don't wig out." Buffy fidgeted.
Spike
blew out a breath. She wasn't as young as he had feared. But...she was still too
young for him.
"Well,
that's a relief. But why did you pretend to be Darla St. John? What were you
thinking? And inviting a man you didn't know into your hotel room..."
"I
- wasn't thinking... I mean, there I was, all alone in the city, getting loopy
and horn - um - lonely. And suddenly there you were, standing outside my door
looking so good - so hot... I lost it. I'm - sorry..." Buffy hung her
head.
Spike
sighed. "They fired me, you know. The real Darla St. John was right
pissed that I never showed up."
Buffy's
head shot up. "They - fired you? Oh God, I'm so sorry! I didn't think you'd
get in trouble... I know it was stupid to pretend - They didn't say they fired
you, they said you left..."
"Who
told you I left?" Spike furrowed his brow.
Buffy
looked away again, her face turning red.
"Buffy,"
he said in a soft voice, "did you call the service looking for me?"
His
heart pounded painfully at the thought of her trying to contact him again.
She’d been unable to forget him, too?
"Kind
of... I just - I don't know...wanted to hear your voice..." She played
with the hem of her red mini-skirt then looked at him, her eyes shiny. "I
wanted to know - how you were."
"I
felt - the same way." Spike said, unconsciously moving closer to her.
"I - called the hotel and asked if there were a number where the woman who
had stayed in Suite 213 could be reached. Needless to say, they wouldn't give
me the information...they only said the room was registered to a Mr.
Summers."
"Really?"
Buffy’s heart thudded.
He'd
tried to find her too! That night did mean as much to him as it did to her! She
did a mental Snoopy dance. She moved closer to him, and their thighs touched.
Their breathing hitched up a notch.
Spike
nodded. His eyes going from hers to her slightly parted lips. He wanted to kiss
her so bad. He knew that he shouldn't. She was too young...she was a friend and
student of his Dad's...it was wrong...but... He leaned over, slowly closing the
distance between them and brushing his lips over hers. He was powerless against
the force of his attraction to her.
They
moaned and melted into the kiss, their arms coming up to wrap around the other.
Their long month of frustration and longing was at last coming to an end.
"Oh,
Spike!" Buffy mumbled against his lips, tilting her head to deepen the
kiss.
After
a minute, they broke away, panting, their eyes closed. They slowly opened their
eyes, now glazed over with lust.
"Forgive
me?" Buffy breathed. "For lying and getting you fired, I mean."
"It's
alright, pet. I know you didn't mean any harm." Spike looked back to her
kiss-swollen lips, eager to dive back in for more.
"Spike,
I missed you so much." Buffy sighed dreamily.
They
searched each other's eyes for a moment before lunging at each other, fusing
their mouths together, kissing desperately and hungrily.
"Oh!
Yes! Missed you! Want you!" Buffy gasped when Spike tore his mouth from
hers and attacked her neck, biting and sucking.
"Buffy!
God - I've been going crazy thinking about you." Spike gasped against her
neck.
"I
- wasn't just another - client, then?" She asked breathlessly.
Spike
pulled back to look in her eyes. She could see the same desperation and longing
in his eyes that she was feeling.
"No.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about you, dreaming about
you. I - "
Buffy
cut him off by smashing her mouth against his. She pushed him down on the couch
and climbed on top of him. Her body singing at once again being draped over
his. His hardening cock poked up at her.
They
kissed as their happy hands flew over the other's body. Buffy pulled his shirt
out from where it was tucked into his jeans and ran her hand underneath to
touch the bare skin of his abdomen and chest. They were both shivering from the
lust running rampant through their helpless bodies. Spike moved his hands down
her back to cup her ass, kneading it roughly.
Buffy
gasped and sat up to straddle him, hiking her skirt up around her waist. Then
she dropped back down to continue their kiss, grinding her box against his
hard-on.
"Uhh!
Spike!" Buffy groaned, nibbling at his lips while unbuttoning his jeans.
"Want you!"
She
stuck her hands down the front of his pants to feel that big, beautiful cock of
his.
"Ahhh!
Yes! Buffy!" Spike gasped as she gripped his hard dick and slid her hand
up and down it's length.
His
eyes rolled back from the mind-numbing pleasure her touch brought him.
"Need
you! Oh God - I need you!" Buffy panted, bringing his cock out with one
hand while the other moved her soaked panties aside.
Just
as she was slipping his prickhead inside of her, the sound of a car door being
shut in the driveway was heard.
It
took a moment for Buffy's brain to process the meaning of the sound.
Her
eyes bugged out. "Oh my God! My mother!"
She
leapt off of him. They both hurriedly fixed their clothing and smoothed their
disheveled hair.
It
hit home again to Spike that this was wrong. He shouldn't have to be worried
about the woman's mother coming home to find them coiled around each other.
Buffy was just too young for him. Maybe when she was off on her own, in
college, things - would be different... It hurt like Hell, he wanted to be with
her so badly. But he had to be strong.
Joyce
Summers entered through the front door and walked to the living room. She
looked at Spike and Buffy sitting innocently on the couch. They stood up as she
entered.
"Hi,
sweetie. I was just about to ask you who the car parked in front of the house
belonged to..." Joyce smiled.
Her
eyes swept over the good-looking young man.
'Yum!' Joyce
thought. 'Please don't let this be one of her high school friends...I don't
want to feel like a dirty old woman...'
"Uh
- Hi, Mom. You get out of work early? Oh, and this is Spike...he's - uh -
Giles' son."
"There
wasn't much going on at the gallery so I cut out early. Nice to meet you,
Spike. Your father is such a charming man." Joyce shook Spike's hand.
"Hello,
Mrs. Summers. Yeah, Dad is quite a guy. And I can see where Buffy gets her good
looks from." Spike shot her a devastatingly sexy smile.
"Please,
don't Mrs. Summers me!" Joyce blushed and laughed, her body temperature
going up by several degrees. "Call me Joyce."
"Joyce
it is then." Spike agreed.
"Are
you - in high school too?" Joyce asked him, hoping the answer was ‘no’.
"No,
hardly... I've been out for a few years now..."
Joyce
smiled. Mymymy...he is a handsome young man...so lean and
tight-looking...wonder if he likes older, more experienced women?' The
thought flitted through Joyce's head.
"Spike
drove me home from school. Wasn't that nice of him?" Buffy lied.
"Thank
you , Spike. Aren't you sweet! Would you like something to drink?" Joyce
asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Uh
- no thank you, Joyce. I have to get going actually." Spike looked at his
watch.
"Well,
it was nice meeting you. I hope you come by again...soon. Buffy, I'm going to
take a hot bath and relax for a while before dinner. Call me if you need
something, okay?"
"Sure,
Mom." Buffy smiled.
"Bye,
Spike."
"Bye,
Joyce."
With
one last flirty glance, Joyce went upstairs.
Once they heard the bathroom door shut, they turned back toward each other.
They looked down awkwardly. Buffy picked at an imaginary piece of lint on her
shirt.
"Buffy...what
just happened - what almost just happened...we have to control ourselves. I
didn't come here intending to - I just wanted to talk."
She
looked up. "You didn't want to...I thought you wanted me." Her lip
trembled.
"I
did. I do."
He
walked up to her, and cupped her face in his hands. She leaned into his touch.
"You're
just so bloody young." Spike said with a melancholy expression.
"Why
do you say it like that? I'm 18. I'm old enough, it's not like I'm jailbait.
You won't get in trouble."
"Maybe
not with the law. But I don't think your Mum would be pleased that a 24 year
old man was sniffing around her 18 year old daughter. And my Dad - he'd have a
stroke if he knew that I'd - been with you. He seems to be very protective of
you."
"You
don't want to be with me, do you?" Buffy started to panic, tears popping
up in her eyes.
'This
can't be happening! I can't have found him again only to have him reject me! Oh
God! Why do I have to be in love with him?!'
She
didn't like the sound of what he was saying. There was no way she wanted to be
apart from him any longer, not when fate had brought them back together. There
was still an intense heat between them. Couldn't he feel it, too? Buffy felt
like she was going to hyperventilate.
"Buffy...I
meant what I said before. I - really have been thinking about you, wanting
you...but it just couldn't work out between us. Besides your age there's also
the fact that I'm leaving for L.A. to start a new job in a month...it wouldn't
be right to start up something - "
"What?
What about what happened before my Mom came home? Why were you all over
me?" Buffy said, becoming more distressed by the minute.
He
just couldn't mean what he was saying.
"That
was - it was weakness on my part. I - should have tried to control
myself..."
It
was ripping his heart out to say these things to her when all he wanted to do
was wrap himself around her petite frame and stay there forever.
"What?
You like older women, right? Because you were so totally flirting with my Mom!
Right in front of me!" Buffy's voice was becoming more shrill.
"I
was being polite. Just calm down. Lower your voice!" Spike whispered.
"Do
you think I'm too immature? Is that what you think? Cause I'm not!"
"Bloody
hell, Buffy! Why are you making this so hard? Will you stop it? Stop being such
a spoiled bloody brat! Your Mum is going to hear you!" Spike looked up the
stairs nervously.
He
really didn't intend to snap at her and call her a brat. But the tension and
stress of the moment had gotten to him.
Buffy
was angry and didn't stop to think before she bit back at him, her emotions got
the better of her and took over her mouth.
"Spoiled
brat?! Well, at least I'm not a who-"
Buffy
eyes opened wide in shock at what she'd almost said. She clapped a hand over
her mouth.
Spike's
head snapped back around to look at her, his eyes widened slightly before his
face crumbled. So, that's what she really thought of him...
"No....no
you're not. I'm the only whore around here." Spike said sadly.
He
clenched and unclenched his jaw then turned and went out the front door.
Buffy
raced after him, catching him by the arm and turning him back around to face
her. The hurt look on his face shattered her heart.
"Spike!
Spike, I didn't mean that! I don't know what made me say that! I'm sorry!"
"Don't
apologize. It's the truth. I am a whore...and that's all I'll ever be to
you." He said with an edge to his voice, his eyes bright.
"No!
That's not true, I don't think that! I was just upset that you said you didn't
want to be with me - and - I didn't know what I was saying."
"Just
let me go." Spike pulled his arm out of her grasp.
"Spike,
please..." Buffy cried.
With
a withering look he turned and walked to his car. Buffy hugged herself, tears
ran down her face as she watched him drive away.
Chapter 2
Buffy was finally able to open her locker after three tries at the combination.
She had hardly gotten any sleep. She tossed and turned for hours thinking about
Spike and the argument she'd had with him. Buffy hated herself for lashing out
at him and almost calling him that name. She didn't know what had possessed her
to say it, besides anger and her own hurt feelings.
But
now Spike thought that's all he was to her. She couldn't leave it like that.
She'd have to make him listen to her. So that she could tell him how much he meant
to her. Even if - they couldn't be together, she didn't want to hurt him. How
did the saying go? You always hurt the one you love. Well, she didn't want to
do that.
Willow
walked up to her own locker, which was next to Buffy's.
"Hey,
Buffy!" Willow looked at Buffy's gloomy face. "What's wrong? You've
been Miss Mopey-pants all day."
"It's
nothing..." Buffy put a book away.
"Oh...I
bet I know!" Willow grinned.
Buffy
turned to look at her. "You do?"
"Mmm-hmm!
It's Spike! Isn't it?" Willow chuckled.
Buffy's
eyes widened. "What?! No, no...not Spike." She said unconvincingly.
"Hehehe,
c'mon, Buffy! I saw the way you were looking at him yesterday!" Willow
leaned closer and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "I did a little
checkin' out of his bod, too! You like him!" She giggled.
"Uh
- um - no I don't..."
"Yes,
you do. You're smitten!" Willow pushed her lightly. "And you're all
mopey because you think he won't ask you out."
"No."
Buffy started blushing like mad.
"You
are soooo the smitten kitten! But you aren't the only one."
"Huh?"
Buffy asked.
"Harmony
and her pack of hyenas have camped out in the library every chance they get
since Spike showed up. Yeah, I know Harmony in a library, one of the signs of
the apocalypse. Anyway, I heard her talking in Biology class. She was saying
how he kept bending over and climbing the ladder to place books on the higher
shelves and they got to check out his cute ass." Willow rolled her eyes.
"She actually thinks she can get him to go out with her!"
Buffy
ground her teeth together and balled her hands up into fists. The thought of
that bimbo Harmony undressing Spike with her eyes and getting her grubby paws
on him, made the petite blonde's blood boil. She wondered if Harmony was in the
library trying to mack on Spike right now.
Buffy
shut her locker. "I gotta go, Wills. See ya."
She
walked quickly towards the library, ready to kick some bimbotic ass, if
necessary.
"Aw,
Buffy's got it bad!" Willow giggled. "I wouldn't want to be Harmony right
now...or ever, for that matter." Willow mumbled.
Buffy took a deep breath as she stood outside the library doors. She didn't
know what she planned on doing if Harmony was inside perving on Spike. She just
knew she'd do something. Whether it was smart or not, she was in love
with Spike.
'I'll
rip that bitch's hair out by the roots before I let her touch him!' Buffy
fumed internally.
She
pushed through the doors and was relieved that no one seemed to be here. Except
Spike. He was standing at the long counter looking through some books. He was
wearing a pair of round, wire-rimmed glasses.
'Oh!
He looks so fucking cute!' Buffy silently sighed before
walking up to the counter.
She
had to tell him how sorry she was and how much he meant to her.
"Hi."
Buffy said softly.
Spike
looked up, a little startled. He hadn't heard her come in. Since he was caught
off guard, he forgot that he was upset with her and smiled, his whole face
lighting up. One day couldn't erase a whole month of longing to see her again.
Then,
he remembered.
They
shouldn't be together. She was too young and...she only wanted him for the sex.
The smile disappeared and he looked back down at the books.
"Can
I help you?" Spike asked formally.
"I
didn't know you wore glasses. They look really good on you. Very cute, very
sexy." Buffy said, putting her elbows up on the counter.
Spike
only spared her a glance then went back to the book he was studying.
She
sighed. "Spike, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. That's not how I
think of you. You have to believe me"
"I
told you. Don't apologize. You were right. I am a whore." He said
quietly. "You can say it. It's not a dirty word...well, I guess it is
actually...but you get the point."
Regardless
of how he played it off, it had hurt him when she'd said it, or almost said it.
But...hadn't he been getting testy with her too? And he was telling her that
they couldn't be together. That would upset anyone. Maybe she really didn't
mean it. Maybe it had just been her emotions running too high and taking over
her mouth.
"No.
You're warm, funny, kind, loving, and gentle, and so much more. I'm sorry that
I hurt you. I'd never want to hurt you. Our night together - was so
special to me. You're so special to me."
The
tone of her voice and the sincerity in it, had him looking up to meet her gaze.
They gazed into each other's eyes. Spike was losing his resolve fast. The way
she looked at him; so full of affection and...yearning. He felt like he was
drowning in the green, liquid pools of her eyes. They drew him in like an
undertow. She was telling the truth. She really hadn't meant to hurt him. Spike
felt himself being pulled into her further. He unconsciously moved toward her,
then stopped himself.
He
pried his eyes away from hers with an effort, and looked back down at the
counter.
"My
father's in the office. We shouldn't be talking about this..."
"Okay."
Buffy glanced at the closed door to Giles' office. "When can we talk then?
How about tonight? We could - "
"No.
Not tonight...I have plans."
Buffy's
heart clenched.
'Does
he have a date?! Oh, please don't let him have a date!'
"Oh?"
Buffy said coolly. "Okay. Then how about tomorrow at lunchtime? We can
find some place quiet to talk."
Spike
looked back up at her. She had a resolved look on her face.
He
sighed, but smiled ever so slightly. "You aren't going to give up until
you get your way, are you?"
"That's
right." Buffy said with a smile. "I never give up on the things that
are important to me." She put her hand lightly on top of his on the
countertop. "Especially not on the people that are important to me."
She
caressed his hand. He was getting lost in her eyes again. Even this fleeting
touch had his blood pounding through his veins. What was it about this girl
that made him powerless against her charms?
"Buffy,
I - " Spike began.
"Buffy!"
Giles said coming out of the office. "You're here earlier than
usual."
Buffy
and Spike pulled their hands away from the other's and tried to act casual.
"Hey,
Giles. I was just - seeing how Spike was doing in 'your domain'. I heard
Harmony and her good-time buddies were hanging around a lot. I had to see that
for myself." Buffy joked.
Giles
chuckled. "Yes, they have been in here more than they usually are, which
would be never. Now, I wonder what could have inspired them to visit the
library after 4 years?" Giles said, looking over the rims of his glasses
at his son.
"Dad,
I'm not encouraging them." Spike said with annoyance, rolling his eyes.
"Of
course not. But - couldn't you try to find some trousers that - fit - you
properly." Giles teased.
Spike
looked scandalized, he walked out from behind the counter and took off his
glasses.
"What's
wrong with my jeans?" Spike asked, looking down at his tight black pants.
"Buffy,"
Giles said, "don't you think his jeans are a tad too - snug?"
"Umm...,"
Buffy tried not to ogle him, which was difficult because he looked so very
yummy, "they look - okay to me..."
'A
lot better than okay! Mmmm! Such a sweet hinder...'
Buffy
felt her body temperature going up as she remembered the last time she'd seen
that same 'sweet hinder' naked. She recalled how firm and taut his ass felt
under her hands when she kneaded it as he pounded...
'Whoa!
Stop thinking about that! Oh dear God...' She felt her panties
getting damp.
Buffy
stifled the shiver that wanted to shake her body. She ached to touch him, to
feel him against her again. Spike just had to relent. He had to at least give
the two of them a chance to make it work. She wanted to really get to know him.
Inside and out.
"Pffft!"
Giles threw his hands up. "Of course you'd say that."
Giles
went back in the office.
"I'll
- see you tomorrow then? At lunchtime?" Buffy asked quietly, leaning close
to whisper in Spike's ear.
Spike
shuddered and closed his eyes. The feel of her hot breath on his ear, her scent
- a combination of wildflowers and cinnamon - wrapped around him, making his
mouth water. It took all of his self-control not to take her in his arms and
kiss her senseless on the spot.
"Yeah...tomorrow."
He took a deep breath.
"Good."
Buffy said walking backwards towards the exit. "I'll - see you then."
She
smiled. Just as she was about to leave, Spike spoke up.
"Buffy?"
She
turned back to face him. "Yes?"
"I'm
- I'm sorry I called you a spoiled brat...I didn't mean it. I was just -
getting freaked out."
Spike
knew if he hadn't started the name calling, she wouldn't have responded in
kind.
"It's
okay. I understand." Buffy said quietly. "I had the same problem. We
both said some stuff we didn't mean..." She smiled and went through the
library doors.
Buffy
felt more confident after seeing the look in his eyes. She was pretty sure he
was going to forgive her stupid behavior yesterday. And he had apologized for
saying what he said too. But best of all, he still wanted her. She was sure of
it. But...she didn't like the idea that he had 'plans' tonight. Plans that
didn't include her.
Spike
leaned against the counter, exhausted from the effort it took to keep from
kissing and touching her. How was he going to keep away from her? He knew it
wasn't a good idea for them to be together...but he didn't know how long he
could fight the power of his attraction to her. He'd cave in, sooner or later.
He had to try to be strong.
'Bloody
hell! How am I going to get through this month without...doing things to her?
Why did I have to fall for her? Why, God, why?'
Spike
tried to take his mind off of Buffy by getting back to work checking books for
his father and thinking about his plans for tonight. He was excited and a
little nervous about this evening, he hoped everything would go well.
"Guys!" Buffy whined. "I told you I'm not in the mood for
dancing!"
Willow
and Xander dragged her into The Bronze.
"Oh,
loosen up, Buffy! We'll have a good time!" Willow said, as they sat down
at their table.
"Hmph!
You guys are just lonely because your significant others are busy
tonight." Buffy said, half-teasing. "If Oz and Cordy were available
tonight, you would've forgotten all about little old me."
"Not
true! And frankly, I resent the implication!" Xander said looking shocked
and putting his hand on his chest.
"Uh-huh,
sure." Buffy smiled.
"Don't
you worry, we'll find a special someone for you too, Buffster." Xander put
an arm around her.
"I
don't want you to find me anyone...I'm perfectly happy - the way I
am." Buffy protested.
"What
about the Prom? Don't you want to go?" Willow asked.
"It's
- not important to me." Buffy said unconvincingly.
She
did want to go to the Prom. She pictured her and Spike all dressed up in formal
wear and gently swaying to the music, her head on his shoulder, holding each
other close...
Buffy
sighed, lost for a moment in the fantasy.
"I'm
going to get something to drink." Buffy said, getting up from the table
and making her way to the bar.
She
ordered a Diet Coke with lemon then waited.
'I
wonder what Spike's doing tonight? He said that he 'had plans'... What did that
mean? Is he trying to move on with another girl? He probably is... I'm such a
loser...'
Buffy
took her drink and paid the bartender. She stared into her glass, stirring the
ice around with her finger.
'But
we're going to talk tomorrow... I need to tell him how much I love him. What if
he wigs out when I say that? Some guys take off running when girls say that...
He'll probably think I'm just a stupid kid.'
"Hey,
Buffy!"
She
turned to see the tall, imposing form of Angel, her ex-boyfriend. She narrowed
her eyes.
"What
do you want, creep?"
"Creep?
You wound me." Angel clutched at his chest.
"No,
but I will if you don't get out of my face."
"Such
hostility! My goodness." He smirked. "Don't tell me you're here with
a date? Have you finally gotten back on the horse?"
"None
of your business." Buffy turned back to her drink, finding it a lot more
interesting than Angel.
Angel
leaned closer. "You really have to try to get over me, babe. It's been a
year already. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered. But you're starting to look
really pathetic."
"Ego
much? I'm waaaaay over you!" Buffy flushed with anger.
She
shoved him away from her.
"As
a matter of fact, I met a guy that puts you to shame, bub." Buffy
grinned wickedly. "You could take lessons from him on how to please a
woman. We even laughed when I told him that very thing, while we were lying in
bed."
Angel's
smile faltered. "Oh yeah? Well, where is this mystery man?" He looked
around. "I don't see you here with anyone. Except for your constant
companions and fellow losers, of course."
Buffy
and Angel continued to argue as the emcee came on stage and made an
announcement.
"Is
everyone having a good time tonight?" The emcee asked.
The
crowd whistled and whooped.
"Great!
Let's keep things moving with another performer. This is the next guy's first
time here at The Bronze, so let's make him feel welcome!"
The
crowd applauded as the next singer came on stage. He cleared his throat.
"Hey,
it's really good to be here. I'm Spike and I'll be doing a few songs for you
tonight. I'll start off with some Springsteen."
Some
members of the crowd voiced their approval.
Buffy
froze when she heard his voice. Angel continued to jibe at her, but he faded
into the background, becoming a minor annoyance like a gnat buzzing around her
ear. She turned towards the stage. Spike was standing there with an acoustic
guitar. She started towards the stage without another glance at Angel. She was
a moth being drawn to Spike's flame.
"Hey,
are you listening to me? What's wrong with you?" Angel was annoyed that
she wasn't paying attention to him.
Buffy
kept moving until she was directly in front of the stage. She was joined by
more than a few other female patrons. She looked up at him, a surprised but
pleased expression on her face.
'So
this is what his plans were. It wasn't another girl! He's going to sing! I
can't wait to hear what he sounds like! Buffy was doing her mental
Snoopy dance again.
Spike
looked down into Buffy's upturned, smiling face. He paused.
'Oh
God! What's she doing here?! Why does she have to be looking at me - like that?
I can't remember the bloody words!' He panicked silently.
Then
he took a few deep breaths, concentrating on the music and the words. As he ran
the lyrics through his mind, he realized how appropriate they were to his
situation with Buffy. His eyes resting on her, he began to sing:
I'm
ridin' in your car, you turn on the radio
You're pullin' me close, I just say no
I say I don't like it, but you know I'm a liar
'Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire
Buffy
was feeling all gushy and melty. His voice was so sexy; slightly rough but
still flowing over her like silk. And he looked so very edible. He was wearing
a white undershirt and tight blue jeans with a pair of Doc's on his feet. His
hair was askew and sticking up like it had been the 'morning after' in the
hotel room. He was delicious.
Late
at night, you're takin' me home
You say you wanna stay, I say I wanna be alone
I say I don't love you, but you know I'm a liar
'Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire
The
way he sounded and looked when he said the 'ooh' made Buffy cream in her
panties. Buffy wasn't the only one enjoying the show.
Harmony
was standing right behind her. From her vantage point, Spike appeared to be
looking at her, not at Buffy. She batted her eyelashes and gave him a sly
smile, not that he noticed.
You
had a hold on me right from the start
A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart
My nerves all jumpin', actin' like a fool
Well, your kisses they burn, but my heart stays cool...
Well, Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah
Baby you can bet a love they couldn't deny
My words say split, but my words they lie
'Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire
Buffy
was so beautiful, so exciting to him. Spike wasn't nervous anymore as he looked
into her eyes. A strange calm descended upon him. He could feel the link
between them, tugging him to her. Nothing mattered at this moment: Not her age,
not his escort jobs, not his father or her Mum. There was only Buffy and her
luminous green eyes, her bright smile, her strong yet vulnerable personality.
He still wanted her with every fiber of his being.
Ooh
fire...
Kisses like fire...
Burn me up with fire
I like what you're doin now, fire
Touchin me, fire
Touchin me, burnin me, fire
Take me home
The
audience applauded and whooped when he finished the song. He broke into a wide
grin. Buffy melted just a little bit more at his genuinely happy smile. He
looked like a rock-God standing there center stage, the lights forming a
multi-colored halo around his muscular and taut body. And he had the most
elegant, beautiful yet strong hands, but Buffy had noticed that a long time ago
back in New York. The things he could do to her with those hands...
"Thank
you! You guys are great!"
Spike
looked at Buffy briefly before launching into his next song. He made an effort
to look in other sections of the crowd this time. You had to work the room when
you performed live.
During
the course of the last two songs, his eyes kept creeping back to her, only to
flit away once he realized that he was doing it again.
At
the end of his set, Spike thanked the audience then blew a kiss to the
screaming sea of young women gathered around the front of the stage before
making his escape backstage. Buffy had clapped and hooted the loudest, making
sure he knew that she liked his songs.
The
other girls giggled and talked with each other animatedly, about the new, sexy,
blonde singer. Buffy tried not to be jealous as she walked back to the table to
join Willow and Xander.
"Wow!
Spike can really sing!" Willow bounced in her seat.
"He
- wasn't too bad." Xander said, munching on some pretzels.
"Wasn't
too bad?! He was great!" Buffy beamed.
Willow
laughed. "There's that smitten kitten again!"
Buffy
blushed. "Stop it!"
She
ducked her head.
"Hey,
there goes Spike now!" Willow said, standing up to see over the heads of
the crowd. "He's heading for the restrooms and...uh-oh, he has some
company..."
Buffy
immediately stood up and looked in the direction Willow was looking. She saw
Spike's back as he walked, with Harmony close behind.
Buffy's
eyes narrowed, she pursed her lips.
'Bitch!'
"I'll
be back." Buffy said, grabbing Xander's drink and then heading for the
restrooms.
"Hey,
that's my Coke!" Xander protested.
Willow
put her hand on his arm. "She's in 'kick ass' mode, Xan. Let her have it,
I'll buy you another. It's easier that way..."
Buffy had to swallow the fury that engulfed her when she finally caught up with
Spike and Harmony outside the restrooms. Spike's back was against the wall, an
unlit cigarette dangled from his lips, Harmony was standing in front of him,
there were only a few inches between their bodies. Harmony was touching his
chest with her fingertips. As Buffy got her rage under control, she listened to
their conversation.
"Listen,
luv...you're a lovely girl, but - you're too young for me. No offense."
Spike said kindly.
"I'm
18. All legal and everything. I couldn't help but notice that you were looking
at me while you were singing, Blondie Bear." Harmony trailed her hand down
his chest. "I can feel the heat between us, Spikey. Can't you feel
it?" Her fingers played with the top button of his jeans.
That
was all Buffy could take.
"Hey,
what's goin' on?" Buffy said innocently.
Harmony
backed off of Spike and put her hands on her hips. She looked at Buffy like she
was an insect.
"Do
you mind, loser?! Spikey and I were having a private conver-"
Harmony
stopped in mid-sentence when Buffy tripped and "accidentally" threw
Xander's full glass of Coke in Harmony's face and down the front of her
expensive-looking pink top.
Buffy
covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes comically wide.
"Oh!
Sorry, Harm! It was totally an accident! I'm such a klutz!"
Harmony
was shaking with rage and disbelief, holding her arms out from her body and
looking down at her shirt.
"You
fucking bitch!" Harmony screeched, Coke dripping off her face. "You
did that on purpose!"
"Now,
why would I do that? Like I said, it was an accident." Buffy said
innocently.
If
Harmony wanted to fight it out, Buffy was ready for her. She'd happily tear
Harmony a new one if she pushed her.
"Bitch!
I hate you!" Harmony yelled then ran back into the main room of the club.
Spike
was a little stunned, but amused. He smiled knowingly.
"That
wasn't very nice, pet."
Buffy
giggled. "Ooopsy!"
They
chuckled.
Then
Buffy's expression changed - her eyes becoming stormy, her tongue coming out to
sweep slowly over her lips. She approached him with purpose. Witnessing the
scene with Harmony pawing at Spike brought out the animal in her. The primitive
instinct to claim and defend what was hers overpowered her. 'Cave Buffy'
was now firmly in control.
Spike
swallowed hard, pressing himself back into the wall next to the payphone. He
reached up and took the cigarette out of his mouth, letting it drop to the
floor. Just the glimmer in her eye was getting him hard as a rock. She looked -
determined. She came closer and closer to him, until her breasts were brushing
against his chest.
"Buffy...we
can't....we shouldn't..." He whispered helplessly, his eyes darting back
and forth between her eyes and lips.
The
sparks were flying fast and furious between them, their lust was tangible.
"I
don't care. I want you." She said huskily.
She
slid a hand up his chest to caress his neck. He looked so good, somehow even
sexier than normal, all sweaty and messy from being under the hot lights of the
stage. Buffy had seen him styled and polished, somewhere in between, and now
she'd seen him totally unpolished. And of course, she couldn't forget how
adorably sexy he looked in his glasses. All of his 'looks' were delectable and
drove her wild with lust.
Buffy
continued, "I want you so bad, Spike. I've dreamed about being with you
again for so long. I know this might send you running away screaming, but I
have to say it...I love you, Spike. I think I have from the first time I saw
you standing outside my hotel room. The first time our eyes met, I felt this
kind of..."
"Connection?"
Spike finished, his eyes dark and hooded with desire. "I felt it too...I
feel it now." He rasped.
Spike
couldn't deny or fight the intense attraction he'd had to her from the moment
she opened the door to her hotel suite anymore. She'd just said that she loved
him. And he could see in her eyes that she meant it. He craved her like an
addict craved heroin. It was a month since he'd had his fix, and he was having
serious withdrawal. He had been a fool to believe that he could possibly be
near her and not want her, not give in to his feelings for her. It was a losing
battle. He had it bad. He was in love with her.
Spike
stroked her face with his thumb. "Buffy, I know it's wrong...there are so
many reasons why we shouldn't, but - God help me - I love you too. I'm drowning
in you, Buffy."
"Oh,
Spike, it's not wrong. It can't be. It's more right than anything I've
ever felt." She whispered, her heart bursting with joy at his admission.
She smiled slightly. “If loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.”
'I
KNEW it! I knew he felt it too! Yes!'
They
pressed their lips together. The moment their mouths connected, their bodies
were set ablaze. They moaned and whimpered into each other's mouths at the potency
and power of their passion. Their hands groped and roamed over the other's
body.
“Whoa!
Nice one, dude!”
They
broke the kiss to see a drunk-looking, stoner type giving Spike a double
‘thumbs-up’. The stoner stumbled back into the main room.
Spike
and Buffy looked back at each other and laughed lightly. Within seconds they
were crushing their lips back together, kissing ravenously.
“Mmm!
Must go somewhere!” Buffy said against his mouth.
She
started shuffling to the left, bringing him along with her, their mouths and
tongues still dueling like mad. Buffy felt along the wall for the doorknob to
the utility room that she knew was right around the corner from where they
were. Two years ago, she had smoked her first joint in there with Xander and Oz.
She and Spike could have some privacy there.
Buffy
“Mmmphed!” in triumph when her hand came in contact with the knob. She turned
it deftly and threw the door open. They stumbled through, then Buffy shut the
door, breaking away from him for a second to lock it. She waved her hand in the
air until she found the string that turned on the lone, bare light bulb. She
had to look at him, she had to see him. They stared into the other’s
lust-crazed eyes. The light bulb swung back and forth, casting their faces in
alternating shadows and light. It was almost surreal, too much like one of
their dreams. They both prayed that it wasn't a dream this time.
“Want
you!” Buffy flew back against him. “Spike, want you now!” She panted, pulling
his shirt out from his jeans.
“Buffy!
Oh, Buffy - need you so much!” Spike gasped, pulling her shirt up.
Buffy
raised her arms as he stripped her shirt off, leaving her in a pink bra and her
jeans. Their hands hastened to the other’s buttons and zippers as they
continued the sweltering kiss.
Spike
got her pants undone first, shoving them and her panties down over her butt. He
put his strong hands on her ass, squeezing and rubbing her bare flesh. He loved
the way her firm ass felt under his palms.
Buffy
mewled and pushed his jeans down over his hips. She tried to get rid of his
underwear too but couldn’t find the waistband. She looked down and smiled. He
wasn’t wearing any.
“You
naughty boy!” She giggled.
Spike
smirked and pulled her back against him again.
Buffy
reached down and took his rock-hard cock in her hand, pumping up and down,
delighting in the hardness and smoothness of his skin. She ran her thumb over
the tip, swirling the seeping pre-cum around the head. Spike groaned and thrust
into her hand then pushed more urgently at her pants with his hands, needing to
be inside her.
They
broke apart long enough for Buffy to kick off her strappy sandals and swiftly
remove her pants, throwing them to the side. Spike was on her again before her
pants hit the floor. He grabbed her under her ass and lifted her up. Buffy
wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck while they
kissed frantically.
Spike
put her back against the wall for support as Buffy took his cock back in her
hand and put it between her dripping nether lips.
With
a grunt Spike thrust fully into her steaming pussy. They clutched at each other
and gasped in bliss at being intimately connected again. They had both dreamed
about this and had been so desperate to feel this again for so long.
“Buffy
- Ahhh! - You feel so good!” Spike breathed, beginning to move in and out.
“Yes
- Spike! Oh fuck! - Ohhh - Yes!” Buffy nipped at and licked the side of his
neck.
He
pounded into her hard and fast, both of them needing to find release. Items on
nearby shelves (rolls of toilet paper, cardboard boxes of napkins, bottles of
Mr. Clean, etc.) shook and vibrated, some things tumbled to the floor, as
Buffy’s back and ass slammed against the wall.
“Ahhh
- pet - God!” Spike moaned. “So - Uhhh - Blooody - Tight! So hot!”
“Unngh!
Spike! OH GOD! Going to - cum! Make me CUM!”
Buffy
wanted to weep at the sheer happiness and joy she felt at having him buried
inside her again, pumping his staff into her with vigor. There were so many
lonely nights spent thinking of him while she masturbated. There was no
substitute for the real thing. She scratched at his sweaty back and shoulders,
moaning loudly.
The
thudding of their bodies against the wall; the wet, sucking sound of his cock
ramming in and out of her dripping wet pussy; the smacking sound that his heavy
balls made as they slapped against her ass and their cries of pleasure filled
the room. The light bulb still swung back and forth slightly.
It
was Heaven, it was glorious. It was everything they'd been dreaming and fantasizing
about since they'd had to part in New York. They were so lost in the moment
that they didn’t even think to make an effort to be quiet.
Spike
was going to cum any second now, he could feel that she was close too. He took
one hand off her ass and brought it around to her clit. He rubbed and pinched
it roughly, needing to feel her cum around his cock. He could feel his balls
tightening up against his body, getting ready to shoot.
Buffy
cried out and shook as if in pain as her orgasm hit her full force.
“OH
GOD - AHHH! AHHH! - NGGGHHA! YESSSS!” She gasped. Her eyelids fluttered rapidly
as she came explosively.
Buffy
buried her face in his neck and kept grinding against him, moaning and
whimpering.
“OH
FUCK! AAGGGHH! OH GOD!” Spike shouted with a mighty thrust as he erupted inside
of her tightness like a volcano.
Buffy
lifted her head to watch his face when he came. He looked at her at the same
moment. They panted and gasped as they looked into the depths of the other’s
eyes, still moving their bodies together. Her inner-walls fluttered around and
milked his spurting cock for what seemed like hours.
Finally,
they completed their dance, both their bodies quivering and sweaty. Spike
lowered her legs to the ground as they petted and kissed each other softly.
“I
love you, Buffy.” Spike whispered in her ear as he brushed his lips over the
lobe.
“Mmmm,
love you too.” Buffy sighed and smiled, running her hands over his slick
shoulders and neck.
"Oh
shit!" Spike's face froze in panic. "We forgot to use protection! Oh
God, I can't believe I - "
"Shhh."
Buffy kissed him. "I'm on the pill. It's okay. I wanted to feel you riding
bareback anyway."
Spike
breathed out and relaxed.
She
laughed, kissing along his jaw. "Hmm..."
"What?"
Spike asked, placing kisses along her shoulder.
"I
was just thinking about how I forgot your tip...in New York." She giggled.
"And you deserved a BIG one! I was mortified that I didn't give you
anything after you gave me the best night of my life."
"Best
night?" Spike grinned proudly.
"Mmm-hmm!
But, I don't have any money...we'll have to work something out. How about...you
take me back to your place and I do whatever you want...until I work off - the
tip." Buffy stuck her tongue out between her teeth.
"Well...that
sounds - reasonable. How much would you have tipped me? Just so we have an idea
of how much 'working off' you're going to be doing." Spike smirked and
kissed the corner of her mouth.
"Oh,
I'm notoriously a HUGE tipper. I think this is going to take a long,
looooong time." Buffy sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his
skin and lips on her overheated body.
After she freshened up in the ladies’ restroom, Buffy went back to her friends’
table.
“Hey,
guys!” Buffy chirped happily.
“What
happened to you? You left like a half an hour ago.” Xander asked.
“Hmm?
Oh, I just had to - freshen up. Reapply makeup, that kind of thing.”
“Well,
you missed some fun stuff.” Willow giggled.
“Like
what?” Buffy asked.
She
didn’t care if she missed the second coming of Christ, what her and Spike did
in the utility room was worth it.
“Hehehe,
I don’t know what you did, but Harmony came out all wet and raging. She ran out
of the club, but not before tripping and sprawling in the middle of the dance
floor! If she were a half-decent person I wouldn’t laugh, but...” Willow
giggled. “She’s such a super-bitch!”
“Yeah,
that was a good one. But there was the other thing too.” Xander said, nudging
Willow with his elbow.
“What
other thing?” Buffy laughed at Harmony’s humiliation, it was even sweeter that
Buffy herself was the cause.
Xander
leaned across the table. “There were two people doing it somewhere in the
building, close by, too!”
“Oh?”
Buffy's face colored as she tried not to panic.
‘OH
SHIT! They heard us?! Omigodomigod!’
“Yeah!
They were really going at it! There was this loud, “ Willow pounded hard
on the table top a few times, “pounding noise and you could hear them moaning
and everything!”
Willow's
face practically shone, she was blushing so brightly.
“They
must have been doing it near an air vent or something. Cause the music was
changing, you know between songs, and it was real quiet for a few
seconds. You could hear them like they were right under the table!” Xander
laughed. “Everyone was looking around trying to see who was fucking! They
sounded that close!”
Xander
discreetly adjusted his hard-on under the table, it had popped up when he
thought about the erotic noises they’d heard. He really wished that he could
see Cordy this evening. It looked like it was back to his old friend, the
sock-monkey of love, for tonight.
Buffy
was struggling not to show her embarrassment.
“Well
- haha - at least someone’s having a good time tonight!” Buffy tried to cover.
“Well,
look who's here.” Spike said with a big grin as he came up to the table.
“Hi,
Spike! You were great tonight, you have a great voice!” Willow blushed a
little.
“Yeah,
you were - pretty good.” Xander agreed.
“Thanks.
I appreciate the feedback.” Spike patted Xander’s shoulder then gave Willow a
peck on the cheek.
“Oh!”
Willow put her hand on her cheek and ducked her head shyly.
“What
about you, Buffy?” Spike smirked. “Did you enjoy my - performance?”
He
curled his tongue behind his teeth.
Buffy’s
heart beat wildly in her chest. She wanted him again already.
“You
were - okay....but it wouldn’t hurt you to practice more. You know, practice
makes perfect.” Buffy smiled coquettishly.
"Buffy!
That was mean!" Willow chastised her. "He needs encouragement!"
"Oh,
he knows I'm just kidding! Right, Spike? After all the noise I made, he knows
how much I liked it."
"Yeah.
I heard you yelling for me - loud and clear, luv. I appreciate it." Spike
smirked. "It does do a bloke's ego good."
When
she was sure her friends weren’t looking, she ran her tongue over her top
teeth. Spike's eyes became cloudier as he watched. He squirmed a little as his
dick started getting stiff again.
"Well,
it's been fun, but I think I'm going to take a walk. It's such a nice
night." Buffy stood up, picking up her purse and jacket.
"We
just got here! Come on, stay and have a good time." Xander said.
"Nah,
I'd really just like to get some fresh air, stretch my legs a bit." Buffy
put her hand on her lower back and winced.
She
winked at Spike. Her ass and back hurt from slamming into the wall repeatedly,
but it was a good pain. It reminded her how passionate and exhilarating their
encounter had been.
And
it wouldn't end there. Before she and Spike re-emerged from the closet, they
agreed to go back to his place for a few hours until she had to be home. She
was getting really horny again, looking forward to the next time they could
'make love', preferably in a nice, soft bed. The plan was that she'd leave
first and wait by his car. He'd wait a few minutes then meet her there. Neither
one of them wanted to have to explain that they were a couple to Xander and
Willow just yet. That would take too long, and they had business to attend to
back at his house.
Buffy
almost giggled she was so giddy with happiness.
"See
ya, guys. And Spike, you were really great. Sorry I teased you." Buffy put
her hand on his arm.
"Oh,
that's all right, luv. I knew you were just playin' with me." Spike
smirked.
'Oh,
I'm gonna play with you alright!' She thought with a saucy smile.
Chapter 3
Spike and Buffy went back to the house he was renting while he was in town.
He'd rented from a friend of his, another professional escort. It was a nice,
two-story, Spanish-style home. Buffy was impressed with the inside. The living
room was very cool: black leather couches, silky dark-red walls,
expensive-looking Persian rugs, a state-of-the-art stereo system inside an oak
entertainment center, a fully stocked bar in the corner, and a huge big-screen
TV dominating the room.
The
best part of the downstairs was the backyard. Buffy squealed with delight when
she saw the long, built-in swimming pool, complete with slide and diving board.
She loved to swim but none of her friends owned a pool. She thought she must
have been the only person in California who didn't have a swimming pool. But
now her boyfriend had one. The ocean was okay, but she always got that
gross, smelly seaweed all over her when she swam in it. Plus, all the nasty
bite-y and sting-y creatures that lived in the water put a damper on the fun.
Spike's
upstairs bedroom was equally as exciting. A large, round bed (she'd never seen
a round bed before), covered in black, silk sheets sat in the middle of the
room. Two large glass doors on the west wall, opened onto a terrace with a hot
tub. Hot tubs were another first for Buffy. She'd seen them before, of course,
but never had a soak in one. Her mind conjured up some very naughty things that
they could do in that hot tub...
They
hadn’t wasted much time once he'd given her a quick tour of the place. They
fell onto the bed and quickly shed their clothing. They made love for two hours
straight, taking a few minutes here and there for Spike to recuperate.
He'd
treated her to more of his (what should be) world famous cunnilingus, making
her scream and shake. He really knew his way around a vagina.
Buffy,
in turn, had gone down on him with gusto. Licking and sucking his cock and
balls until he came with a roar and emptied himself into her mouth. That was a
new experience for her. He hadn't cum in her mouth before, and she discovered
that she loved it. She felt even more intimately connected with him having him
panting and moaning under her and feeling his cock spasming and spurting in her
mouth than she did when he fucked her. She was so in tune with his emotions and
needs in those moments. The thick, creamy cum hadn't tasted that bad either,
and she found herself liking it and wanting much more of it in the future. She
knew his spunk would be just as delicious as the rest of him and she was right.
They
fucked in several more positions before they were satisfied: doggie style,
lying on their sides, Buffy on top, Spike on top, Spike kneeling on the bed
with her legs thrown over his shoulders and so on.
Spike
did a few things that Buffy had never even heard of before, things with weird
and exotic names. He had experience up the ying-yang...well, she didn't
actually want to try that one just yet. Butt sex still scared her too
much.
They
laid, panting and sweaty on the now thoroughly-soiled silk sheets. Buffy snuggled
against his body.
"Spike
- God - that was wonderful!" She sighed.
"Fuck,
yeah, it was!" Spike exclaimed and kissed her damp forehead.
Buffy
opened her eyes and caught sight of the alarm clock next to the bed.
"Ugh!
I have to go..." Buffy groaned.
Spike
frowned in disappointment. "You sure, pet? You can't stay awhile
longer?"
"I
wish I could...but my Mom will wig out if I'm late." She looked at his
adorable pouty face. "Believe me, if I had a choice I'd be right here -
with you."
Spike
sighed. "I know, pet."
He
stroked her arm.
"Buffy...let's
not tell anyone about us yet."
"Why?"
Buffy sat up.
"For
one thing, you're still in high school. And, yes, I know that you're 18, but I
don't want people to think that I'm some rain-coated pervert who hangs about
school yards to get a date."
"No
one's going to think that." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Yes
they will. It'll also take some finesse to break this to my Da and your Mum.
So, can we just keep it between us for now, pet?"
"For
how long? I mean, we're in love! I want to yell it from the rooftops of this
crappy-ass town and you want me to hide it?" Buffy said in exasperation.
Spike
pulled her back down onto his chest and kissed her soundly.
"How
about when you start university this fall. You'll be on your own then, living
in the dorms, your Mum won't have much to say about who you date, well, I'm
sure she'll still voice her opinion but it won't matter as much if you're not
livin' under her roof."
Buffy
stuck out her lower lip. "That's such a long time! I don't want to wait
that long!" She paused. "And what about you moving to L.A.?"
Tears filled her eyes at the thought of him leaving. "How are we going to
be together? And what kind of job is it that you have lined up?"
Spike
looked guilty. "It's another escorting job."
Buffy
started to get off the bed. She felt crushed that he was going to continue
sleeping with women for money, even after what happened between them. Spike
caught her arm and pulled her back down.
"Let
me go! I have to leave!" Buffy wept.
"Buffy,
pet, listen to me!" Spike forced her to look at him. "I love you! I
love you more than anything in this world. If you want me to quit the job
before I start, I'll bloody well do it. If you want me to stay in this, how did
you put it? Crappy-ass town, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you. Please,
don't cry, luv."
Buffy's
smiled through her tears. She threw herself on top of him, kissing his entire
face.
"Oh,
Spike! Do you mean it? You won't do that kind of work anymore? And you'll stay
in Sunnydale, too?"
"Yes."
Spike laughed. "I mean it. I'll be taking a dramatic cut in pay, but I'll
do it."
Spike
loved it when she smiled. He promised himself he'd try to keep that beautiful
grin on her face as much as possible.
"You
don't know how happy that makes me." Buffy dipped her head and kissed him
breathless.
"I
think I'm getting the idea." Spike smiled and panted when she broke away.
"I
hate thinking of any other woman touching you." Buffy caressed his face.
"I
know, luv. I feel the same way... You with another bloke, that is. Feel free to
make out with another chit, right in front of me if you want." Spike
joked.
Buffy
poked him in the ribs.
"That
ain't happenin', Buster." She giggled.
"Ah,
well. It was worth a try." Spike sighed dramatically.
Buffy
cuddled up with him for a few more minutes, a Cheshire cat smile plastered
across her face.
"You
want to know something else?" Spike asked, stroking his hand up and down
her back.
"Hmm?"
"After
- our first night together, I didn't do any more escort jobs. I couldn't."
Spike said softly.
"I
know. You told me they fired you, remember?"
"No.
I got a job at another escort service right after Deluxe let me go. My first
and last client was a woman named Andrea. She was lovely, smart,
sophisticated... We went out to dinner then back to her penthouse for
'dessert'."
"Do
I really want to hear this?" Buffy said, getting jealous and angry.
"Yes.
Let me finish, pet." Spike kissed her tenderly then continued.
"Andrea
started getting frisky, but I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't have sex
with her. I kept seeing your face, wishing it was you that was kissing me,
touching me... She was right pissed, but...I had to leave. I called the service
and quit on the way back to my car."
"Really?"
Buffy asked. "You haven't - done that - since we were together?"
"Yes,
pet. You ruined me for all other women." Spike grinned.
"Spike!
Be serious!" Buffy smiled and slapped at his chest.
"Hey,
I am serious." He looked into her eyes. "I haven't been able to even
think about another woman after you came into my life. I fell for you, real
hard and real fast. I love you so bloody much - it's a bit scary actually. I
never felt this way before..."
"Spike...I
feel the same way. I thought there was something wrong with me - I loved you so
much, so fast... I thought I was a big freak. I never imagined you would feel
the same way. I wanted to tell you that morning. Isn't that crazy?"
"God,
I wish you had." Spike breathed, running his fingers through her hair.
"I was dyin' inside, thinking you were going back to an unappreciative
husband. I wanted to tell you too...but I didn't want to look like a git if you
didn't feel like I did."
"From
now on," Buffy kissed his chest, "let's not keep stuff from each other,
okay? We tell each other everything: our thoughts, feelings, the whole
shmear."
"Everything?"
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. "Let's keep a little mystery, pet."
Buffy
giggled. "Okay...maybe we can keep a few things to ourselves. But not the
important things."
"Agreed."
Spike said, then pulled her into another kiss that started becoming heated
quickly.
"Mmm-Spike..."
Buffy mumbled against his mouth then pulled away. "I'm sorry, I really
have to go now. My Mom's going to kill me..."
"Okay...I
understand." He smiled regretfully. "I'll - see you in school
tomorrow?"
"Yeah.
I'll be there!" Buffy kissed him one more time and jumped out of bed to
get dressed.
Buffy practically floated down the halls of school the next day. She had to
fight to keep the smile off of her face, it was like she had a coat hanger
stuck in her mouth. She'd never been happier. She had to tone it down a teensy
bit just so her friends wouldn't suspect. Luckily, their 'She's Been Boinked
Radar' was off that day. Personally, she didn't know how they could miss the
vibes she was sending off.
At
lunchtime, Buffy strolled through the doors of the library. A broad smile
spread on her face when she saw Spike standing at the counter with those cute
glasses on again.
"Hey
there." Buffy sashayed over to him.
Spike
looked up and smiled. "Hey yourself."
"Is
- Giles around?" Buffy asked, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around
a finger.
"Nope.
Da had to go out for a bit." Spike smirked.
"You
mean...you're all alone in this big, lonely library?"
"I
know. Terrible isn't it? I'm glad you came along...I was getting pretty
lonely..."
Buffy
looked towards the doors to verify that no one was coming in, then turned back
to him with a seductive smile.
"Umm
- I was wondering if you could help me with something..."
"What's
that, luv?"
Spike
was getting hard. She had that certain glimmer in her eye again.
"I'm
interested in boning up on Longfellow." Buffy giggled. "Think you
could show me some of his - work?"
"Bad
joke, pet...but...surprisingly effective." Spike smirked.
He
mentally calculated how long his father would be gone.
"Come
right this way, let's get you boned up, good and proper."
They
laughed and hurried into the stacks. Once they were concealed from anyone who
might walk in, they fell upon each other, kissing and pulling at each other's
clothing.
Spike
started to remove his glasses.
"No!"
Buffy said, then paused, trailing an index finger down his chest. "Keep
them on..." She said, batting her eyelashes.
"Hmm,
like the intellectual look on me, do ya, pet? Does it do somethin' for
ya?" Spike purred in a low voice.
Buffy
growled and grabbed him, pulling him hard against her body. Their mouths and
tongues locked together again.
Spike
unbuttoned her shirt and pushed down the cups of her white, lacy bra, freeing
her breasts. He bent his head to lick and suck on her rosy nipples.
Buffy
gasped quietly and held his head to her chest.
"Yesss!
Mmmm - Spike! Want - you!" She panted.
She'd
worn an 'easy access' skirt to school today in hopes that she and Spike would
get to do this. She reached down and pulled her skirt up around her waist.
Spike's
hands slid down her body to remove her panties. He pulled back and looked down
when he couldn't find the waistband. She wasn't wearing any.
He
looked up into her face and she was wearing a wicked grin.
"Somethin'
wrong, baby?" Buffy drawled.
Spike
smiled. "Not at all, pet. Now who's the naughty one, eh?"
They
laughed and kissed again. Buffy's hands went to the fly of his jeans. She
unzipped him and slipped her hand inside.
"Ahhh
- Buffy!" Spike prepared to lift her around his waist.
"Hello?
Anybody here?"
Spike
and Buffy froze in place: their tongues down each other's throats; his hands
cupping her ass cheeks and lifting her up; her hand in mid-pump on his rigid
cock.
"Hello?
Mr. Giles?" The whiny voice called again.
They
broke the embrace and started fixing their clothes, cursing under their
breaths.
"Yeah
- hold on. I'll be there in a sec!" Spike called as he carefully tucked
himself away, which wasn't easy since he could punch a hole through steel with
the hard-on he was sporting.
'Shirt
is going to stay untucked for a while...' Spike thought ruefully.
"Sorry,
luv." Spike kissed Buffy quickly then went out into the main library.
Spike got rid of the diminutive student, Jonathan, as quickly as he could. But
it still took precious time away from their sex in the stacks session. Giles
could come back any second.
Buffy
came out from behind the shelves when she heard Jonathan leave.
"Sorry,
pet. Doesn't look like we have time to play now."
Buffy
huffed and stomped a tiny foot in frustration.
'Damn
it! I wanted some hot, sweet Spike lovin'! She smiled when an idea
occurred to her.
"Where's
your car?"
After school, Spike drove Buffy home. Straight home, with no 'stops' along the
way. Buffy's mother was going to be there waiting for her, they didn't have
time to have any more sexy fun in the back of his Desoto like they did at
lunchtime.
A
smile curled up on Buffy's lips when she thought of what they'd done earlier
that afternoon. They had tried to be nonchalant but quick as they made their
way to the parking lot and climbed into his car. Spike left the lot and drove
for a few minutes until they came to a secluded area, near the entrance to a
park.
Buffy
had dived into the backseat and started opening herself up to him before he
applied the parking brake. In a flash, he was in the back with her, on top of
her, kissing her, loving her. She had commented on how wonderfully roomy the
old cars were. You'd never have that much space in newer cars, unless it was a
mini-van or something.
Buffy
put her legs up at his sides and held him around the neck and shoulders as he
slid his dick home. It felt so right, so very right.
She
luxuriated in the feel of his bare cock inside of her. Spike was still nervous
about not wearing a rubber, but she was confident the pill was doing its job.
And she wasn't worried about diseases. Yeah, he was a gigolo, but he obviously
was a stickler for using protection. She wished he wouldn't worry so much.
Twenty
five minutes later, they had pulled back into the school parking lot, grinning
and glowing from the great sex they'd just had. It was going to be difficult
for them, especially Buffy, to keep this a secret. She wanted him all
the time and could never get enough of him.
They
had looked around them and stole another sweet kiss before getting out of the
car and going their separate ways.
Buffy
was jarred out of her reverie when Spike pulled up in front of her house.
"Here
we are." Spike said.
"Oh.
That was quick." Buffy said looking at her house, she turned back to him.
"I - had a lot of fun today...the most fun I've ever had during school
hours." She giggled.
Spike
smirked, just barely able to stop himself from leaning over and kissing her
again.
"Can
I see you tonight, luv?" Spike asked in that low, rumbly, sexy-as-Hell
voice he knew drove her nuts.
"I'd
like to...I don't know if I can get away though..."
"I
hope you can..." Spike held her hand, rubbing his thumb over her palm.
Buffy's
pulse started beating faster. She'd have to find a way to go to him.
"I'll
see what I can do." She smiled. "I wish I could kiss you, but Mom
might be looking out the window..."
"I
had the same thought. You'd better get going or..." He squeezed her hand
lightly.
"I'll
see you tonight." Buffy said confidently then exited the car.
It was 1 o'clock in the morning. Buffy wasn't going to show up.
Spike
sat out by his pool, shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants and holding a beer in
his hand. He had been looking forward to seeing her again all night. It was a
pain in the ass that she couldn't come and go as she pleased, but her Mum still
thought of her as a child. It was going to be hard when they came clean with
everyone.
Spike
had kept his promise to Buffy and called the escort service in L.A. he had been
scheduled to begin work at next month, and quit. He was going to miss the
fantastic money and perks that came with the job, but she was more important to
him. She was everything to him. Money, he could live without. Her, not so much.
He'd found that out in the month they'd been separated. He resolved to try
writing more, maybe he could get some short stories published. Performing at
The Bronze would help supplement his income a little too. He'd do whatever it
took to make Buffy proud of him and happy.
The
job in L.A. had sounded perfect. It was a classy, discreet, high-paying
service. They had been thrilled to snag as handsome and experienced an escort
as Spike. It helped that an old lover of his, Druscilla, was a partner in the
company. She knew how 'skilled' he was and heartily encouraged the other owners
to snap him up.
Spike
hoped that Dru wouldn't be too pissed when she found out he quit. She could be
a bit...excitable sometimes. Spike and Dru had dated and been happy for the
most part, for a few years, but she was just too unstable for him. She was the
one who encouraged him into the wonderful world of escorting. But he hadn't
actually taken a job until they broke up. It wasn't right, romancing and having
sex with other people while you were in a relationship. Too bad Dru hadn't
shared that point of view.
Spike
had come home to their apartment one night, to find Dru entertaining three
other men and another woman on the living room floor. She was high on
something, that was clear from the way her pupils were dilated, she'd looked
like a cartoon character. At Spike's shocked expression, Dru had laughed and
invited him to join in the fun as she took one of the men's cock in her mouth
and another other in her pussy.
Spike
wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but he didn't share the woman
he loved with anyone, and she shouldn't want to share him either. He'd stormed
out of the apartment, only going back the next day to collect his things.
Dru
honestly couldn't understand why he was so upset about the orgy. As much as he
wanted to, he couldn't be that angry with her, she was a 'free spirit', as well
as a bit nutty. He should have known that it could never work out in the long
run.
Spike
still saw her every now and then, in passing. Part of him still loved her, but
he wasn't 'in love' with her anymore. That part of him was Buffy's now. He'd
loved Dru, but Buffy - he'd never felt anything like what he felt for her.
Buffy
was sweet, funny, beautiful, kind-hearted and passionate. She wasn't brilliant,
but she was smart enough to keep him on his toes. She could keep him
'stimulated' physically and mentally for a long time to come.
"Hiya."
Spike
whipped around to see Buffy leaning against the patio doors. She was smiling
and breathing hard. A smile broke out on Spike's face.
"Buffy,
I didn't think you were coming."
He
jumped up his deck chair and went to her, lifting her up and spinning her
around. Buffy squealed and laughed.
"I
had to wait ‘til Mom went to bed to sneak out."
Spike
lowered her back down and swooped in for a hungry kiss.
"I
have to go back before she wakes up." Buffy panted, running her hands
through his hair.
"We'll
watch the clock." Spike said, kissing her neck.
"Oh,
the pool looks so pretty all lit up at night." Buffy said, breaking away
from him and walking up to the edge of the pool.
"Feel
like getting wet, pet?" Spike said silkily.
"Mmmm,
maybe I do, Spike. Maybe I do." Buffy grinned then turned around.
Spike's
smile broadened further when Buffy suddenly grabbed the bottom of her shirt,
pulled it over her head and then flung it towards him. She wasn't wearing a
bra. Her perky tits bounced invitingly. She grinned and kicked off her shoes
then slid her pants down her legs, tossing them to Spike. He caught them
against his chest.
"You
are a naughty girl..." Spike smirked, his sudden and painful hard-on
tented in his pants.
Buffy
giggled, turned and jumped feet first into the pool. After a few moments, she
resurfaced, putting her head back and smoothing her golden, blonde hair away
from her face. She swam over to the side, put her arms up and rested her chin
on them. She batted her wet eyelashes at him.
"Come
on in, the water's fine." Buffy smiled lasciviously, her eyes traveling
over his body, taking special note of the prominent bulge in the front of his
pants.
'Wheeee!
I love being bad! Oooh, hello, Mr. Tenty Pants!' Buffy
thought.
Spike
couldn't move for a second. She was so beautiful, so sexy. She made him feel
like he was going to explode.
"Spiiiikke."
Buffy giggled. "Anyone home?"
She
splashed some water at him, snapping him out of his daze.
He
smirked and quickly divested himself of his pants.
"I'll
get you for that."
"I'm
right here," Buffy licked her lips, "cum an' get me!"
Spike
ran and jumped over her head, doing a cannonball into the pool. Buffy yelped
and laughed, ducking down as he flew over her head. Spike swam swiftly over to
her. She turned and put her back against the side of the pool when he came up
behind her. He put his arms on either side of her, holding onto the side of the
pool and dipped his head to capture her wet lips. Their legs kicked gently to
keep them afloat.
"Mmmmm
- Spike!" Buffy moaned.
Spike
grinned and started moving along the side away from her.
"Where
you goin'?" Buffy asked.
Spike
stopped in front of the ladder. "C'mere."
Buffy's
heart beat faster at the wicked glint in his eyes. He was going to do one of
those brain-melting things to her, she just knew it. Her clit throbbed as she
swam over to him.
When
she got to him, Spike kissed her once then gestured for her to climb up the
steel ladder. She was a little disappointed, she thought they were going to
have pool sex. She really wanted to try that.
Buffy
got up a few rungs when Spike put his hands on her hips to stop her. He placed
a kiss on her shapely backside.
"Turn
around and put your legs through the rails. Remember, they're called 'grab
rails' for a reason, luv."
Buffy
did as he said, holding on to the tops of the cool, metal rails as she stuck a
leg through either side. Her ass was suspended just inches over the water with
her pussy spread open, presented for his inspection. Her breathing was becoming
rapid and her hands gripped the rails as she waited for him to begin.
Spike
was able to stand on his feet, the water here was only up to his mid-chest. He
needed to have his hands free for this. He ran his hands up and down her outer
thighs. He rubbed his cheek against the inside of her right thigh, kissing and
licking a slow, torturous path upwards. Just when he was getting to her mound,
he turned his head and kissed and licked her other thigh, rubbing his cheek
against her sex lightly.
Buffy
moaned. "Ohhh Spike!"
She
was already so wet and ready for him. She thrust her pelvis at his face. Spike
took the hint and started licking up and down her gash. He used one hand to
open her labia further and proceeded to lick around the insides.
"Unnnhhhh!"
Buffy threw her head back, almost bonking her head against the edge of the
pool.
Buffy
bucked her hips as his tongue played with her inner-lips. She groaned when he
gave her clit a quick suck then moved back down, licking her cunt from bottom
to top then back again. Then he ran his tongue along the sides of her pussy,
between the inner and outer lips, over and over again. He was driving her
crazy.
"Spike!
Ohhh! Oh God! Please!" Buffy gasped.
Spike
was getting hotter and hotter as he feasted on her sweet, succulent pussy. He
loved doing this to her, and for her. She was spread wide open and throbbing
for him. Seeing her face as she writhed under his mouth and hands and her
sweet, tangy flavor were driving him mad.
Spike
took her clit into his mouth and sucked lightly. Buffy cried out, scrunching up
her face and gasping. He smiled then curled his nimble tongue into a tube
shape, (a trait he had inherited from his mother, though he was sure she
wouldn't approve of him using it for this purpose) wrapped it around the shaft
of her clit and proceeded to slide his tongue up and down.
Buffy's
eyes shot open and she looked down into his wickedly beautiful, grinning face.
He had effectively made his tongue into a tiny pussy for her clit to fuck. She
threw her head back and rocked her hips wildly, fucking his tongue-cunt with
all her might. This was among the strangest and best things she'd ever felt.
'Omigodomigodomigod!
How can he do that?! Ohh, that tongue! Thank you God for giving him that
tongue!'
Buffy
came, screaming into the night.
"YESYESYES!
OH SPIKE! AHHH! OH FUCK!" She cried.
Spike
plunged his tongue into her cunt, fucking it in and out of her, lapping up her
spendings. One of his hands took his tongue's place on her clit, continuing to
rub around and over the swollen nub. He moaned into her pussy, feeling her
muscles contracting around his tongue.
Buffy
kept cumming until she thought she was going to cry from ecstasy overload.
"Spike!
UNNNGHHH! OHGOD - OHYES!" Her hands had the rails of the ladder in a
death-grip.
"Oh
God, Buffy!" Spike pulled back, closing his eyes and panting for breath.
"Wha
- what is it?" Buffy looked down at him, finally starting to regain some
brain power.
"I
almost came." Spike gasped, rubbing his face against her inner thigh.
"So?
Isn't cumming good thing?" Buffy smiled goofily, removing one hand from
the rails to pet the top of his head.
"Yeah.
But I wasn't even touching myself." Spike smiled and looked into her
eyesas he kissed her clit.
Buffy
shivered.
"That's
how much I love you, pet. That's how much I love giving you pleasure... Just
going down on you can get me off too. That's never happened to me
before..."
"Oh?"
Buffy
swelled with feminine pride. 'He almost came just from going down on me!
Snoopy dance time! I make him that hot!'
Her
loins began to heat up and ache for him again. How did he do that to her? She'd
cum - hard - just a minute ago, and she was already getting squirmy and pant-y
for him again. Buffy wanted his mouth and glorious tongue back on her, inside
of her.
"Mmm-hmm..."
Spike said, kissing and licking her nether lips once again. "Want to fuck
you so bad..."
"Help
me get my legs out of these things!" Buffy said, trying to pull herself
up.
Spike,
quickly but carefully, helped her remove her legs from between the rails. Buffy
was glad they were in the water, she doubted if she'd be able to stand after
that last orgasm. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed in their
usual manner: Hungrily and passionately. His hard cock was pointing straight
up, trapped between their bodies
"Diving
board or in the pool, pet?" Spike panted.
"Here!
Now!" Buffy ground against his hardness.
Spike
lifted her legs around his waist and grasped her ass in his hands as he moved
her back against the side of the pool. His cock slid right into her pussy. He
began thrusting into her. Water lapped gently at their bodies as he moved
rhythmically in and out of her snatch. Buffy dug her nails into his back.
"Ohhh!
Yesss! Oh fuck me, Spike! Fuck me!" She whimpered. "Feels so good,
baby!"
Yet
another new experience for Buffy. Fucking in the water was fun and different.
The feeling of having his fat cock pounding away into her while the water
splashed around them was incredible. The slight resistance the water created
added to the fun. She wanted to do this again and again and again...
"Buffy!
So bloody marvelous, pet! - Ahhh!" Spike began thrusting harder and
deeper.
They
gasped and moaned as he hammered into her, the water splashed more violently on
and around them as their movements became more frenzied.
"Spikkke!
OHH YES! OHFUCKYES! Cum inside of me! Agghhh! Ohhh - CUM INSIDE ME!" Buffy
shrieked as another orgasm rippled through her.
She
loved the way it felt when his cock exploded inside of her. Just feeling him
cum could make her cum again.
"God!
Ahhh - Buffy! - Love -you!" Spike grunted and stiffened, cumming like a
Mack truck into her quivering depths.
They
gasped and sighed as the tremors started to subside. Buffy was in Heaven. She
kissed his shoulder and up the side of his neck.
"I
love you." She whispered with her eyes closed.
"Love
you too, pet." He nuzzled her neck and gently kneaded her ass, his cock
still encased in her pussy. He'd stay inside her forever if he could.
"Pet?"
"Hmmm?"
Buffy kissed his earlobe.
"Want
to go upstairs? There are some other - things - I'd like to show you..."
Spike smiled against her neck.
"Mmmm,
I like the sound of that!" Buffy giggled. "Let's go!"
Chapter 4
A week went by.
Spike
and Buffy were driving down the street in his DeSoto, giving each other darting
glances and sly smiles. Spike was nodding his head and tapping the steering
wheel to his ’Sex Pistols’ CD.
It
was about 8 o'clock. They’d just eaten dinner, drive-thru from Wendy’s, and
were heading back to his house for an evening of fun and frolic. She wished
that they could go out and actually sit down in a restaurant without worrying
about being seen...
Buffy
and Spike were on each other at every opportunity since they got back together.
At school, in the park, in his car, at his house, they even did it in the
utility room at The Bronze for old times' sake after one of his sets at the
club. Buffy was Spike's unofficial bodyguard when he performed. God help the
bitca that dared try to grab him. Buffy stood to the side of the stage or
directly in front so that she could watch him while he sang. She shot any woman
who got too rambunctious a dangerous, menacing look. The girls always got the
message loud and clear and behaved themselves. Buffy was tiny, but
intimidating.
She
and Spike literally couldn’t get enough of each other. Xander and Willow were
starting to act suspicious though. They’d ask Buffy why she hadn’t gone out
with them or just hung out for so long. Buffy just said that she just felt like
some ‘alone time’. She hated lying to her friends, but her and Spike had agreed
to keep their romance a secret for now.
Buffy
reached over and put her hand on his thigh as he drove, giving it a gentle
squeeze. Spike glanced at her and smiled. She was hot for him and didn’t want
to wait until they reached his house. A devilish grin appeared on her face.
There was something she always thought sounded so naughty...she just had to try
it.
She
slid closer to him and kissed the side of his neck as her hand moved to the
front of his jeans. She cupped his bulge in her hand. Spike sucked in air, his
eyes getting wider.
“What
- are you up to, you little vixen?” Spike breathed.
“You’ll
see...” Buffy grinned, bringing her other hand into play in undoing the
fastenings of his jeans.
She
unzipped him and stuck her hand inside, grasping his dick and bringing it out
while her other hand pushed his pants down further.
Spike
was incredibly turned on, but was worried he might wreck the bloody car if she
did what he knew she was about to do...
“Maybe
- we should wait till we get back to my place, pet.” Spike said shakily.
“Uh-uh,
want you in my mouth, want to taste you.“ Buffy laid down on the seat and put
her face in his lap, licking and kissing the head and sides of his hardening
cock while she pumped him with her hand.
“Fuck!
Ahhh - Oh God, Buffy! You’re going to kill me!” Spike panted, trying to keep
his concentration on the road.
Buffy
smiled and took his prickhead into her hot mouth, sucking and flicking her
tongue back and forth. Spike’s whimpers and moans were making her soaking wet.
She lowered her free hand and pulled up her skirt. She slipped her hand into
her panties and started rubbing herself.
Buffy
moaned around his cock, sliding her mouth down further then sucking harder on
her way back to the tip.
Spike
gripped the steering wheel, white-knuckled. He groaned when she moaned with his
dick in her mouth. He looked over at what she was doing with her other hand and
groaned again.
“Bloody
hell!” He gasped. “You are trying to kill me!”
Buffy
chuckled around his cock and started bobbing her head while slipping her
fingers into her hole.
Lucky
for Spike, they came to a red light. He wouldn’t be able to hold it together
much longer. Buffy’s beautiful mouth sliding up and down his cock, the wet
squishing sound of her fingers diving into her cunt and her moans were sending
him over the edge fast.
Breathing
hard, he took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on the back of her
head, running his fingers through and fisting in her hair.
“God,
pet! Ahhh - So fucking beautiful! Uhhh - Just like that! Ohhh God!” Spike
panted while he looked down at her bobbing head, bucking his hips slightly.
“Hey,
Spike!”
Spike
turned his head to see Xander, Willow and Oz in the car next to them. They were
also stopped at the light in Xander's blue convertible (actually, it didn't
belong to Xander, he was just keeping it for his jail-bound Uncle Rory for a
while).
“Whatcha
doin’?” Willow said from Xander’s passenger seat.
“Uhh
- Hey...just - drivin’...” Spike said.
“You
headed somewhere?” Xander asked.
Spike
looked a little strange. He was all flushed and had a surprised and glazed look
in his eyes.
“Huh?”
Spike asked with glassy eyes.
Buffy
wanted to be extra bad. She knew her friends might very well catch them
but...she couldn’t help continuing to suck on his cock while he talked to them.
It was strangely exciting to know that she might be caught going down on him.
She sped up the movements of both her hands for a moment and sucked harder. His
cock was weeping with pre-cum. She wriggled her tongue in the slit and sucked
greedily, slurping up every precious drop.
Spike’s
body jerked, both his hands flying back to the steering wheel. He fought hard
not to cum right then and there.
“Hey,
man...you okay?” Oz asked with concern.
It
looked like Spike was having a fit or something.
“Yes!”
Spike half-yelled and threw his head back against the headrest. He took a shaky
breath. “Yeah...I - I’m fine...thanks. Oh, look at that. Green light. Bye!”
The
DeSoto sped off down the street.
“What
was that about?” Willow asked.
“I
don’t know...he looked kind of - sick. Maybe we should follow him. Make sure
he’s alright.” Xander said, watching the taillights of Spike's car getting
further and further away.
“Yeah,
that’s a good idea.” Willow nodded. “I’d feel terrible if something happened to
him because we didn’t make sure he was okay.”
“You’d
better step on it, man.” Oz said. “He really tore out of here.”
Xander
started driving. “We’ll catch up.”
Xander was getting frustrated. They'd been looking for Spike's car for 10
minutes with no luck. He was just about to give up and call Giles to tell him
that Spike didn't look so good.
"There
he is!" Willow said pointing out the window.
Xander
stopped the car and looked to where she was pointing. The black DeSoto was
sitting in a secluded area by the park, near a grove of trees. The bumper and
taillights were the only parts visible from their vantage point. Xander didn't
know how Willow had seen it.
"Wow,
nice spotting, Eagle Eye Wills! I never would've seen it."
"Oh,
what if he's really sick? We might have to call an ambulance..." Willow
wrung her hands and bit her lip.
Oz
rubbed his girlfriend's shoulder.
"I'll
go check it out. You guys stay here." Xander said, taking a deep breath
and getting out of the car.
Xander
didn't deal well with sick people, he never knew what to say or do. He usually
ended up making some lame or inappropriate joke out of nervousness. Spike had
looked and sounded like there was something seriously wrong with him: the way
his voice kept going up and down; the way he cried out and gripped the steering
wheel as if in pain; the shocked and strained expression on his flushed
face...it worried Xander. He wasn't Spike's biggest fan (the girls paid waaaay
too much attention to him for Xander's taste) but Spike seemed like a cool guy.
And Giles was a good friend. He owed it to Giles to make sure his son was all
right.
Xander
approached the car cautiously. He heard the dulcet tones of Sid Vicious singing
'My Way' and some heavy moaning coming out of the rolled-down window. He got
within 10 feet when the car started shimmying and bouncing on its shocks. He
stopped and stared, his mouth hung open when he was able to make out what was
happening...
'HOLY
SHPADOINKLE!' Xander thought.
Buffy
was straddling Spike in the driver's seat, moving up and down as they kissed
fervently.
"Ooooh!
Ohhh! Spike!"
"Uhhh
- Buffy - Oh luv! Such a - bad girl!"
"Yeah!
I'm a baaaad girl! OH YEAH!" Buffy whimpered in a high voice.
"FuckohSpikeohfuckohfuck! Gonna cum! OH GOD! YESSSSSS!" She
gasped/yelled in climax.
"Oh
yeah! Unnhhh! Cum on my cock, baby! OHH - FUCKBUFFYFUCK!" Spike said
roughly then grunted, closing his eyes and gasping as he came too.
Xander
spun on his heel and walked quickly back to his car after he was finally able
to get enough blood back to his brain to move again. He had a hard-on that
wouldn't quit. He was shocked at finding them together, but the two blondes
were undeniably hot together - porn movie hot.
Willow
and Oz looked at him expectantly when he got back in the car.
"Well?
Is he okay?" Willow asked.
Xander
wanted to talk to Buffy about this before he said anything to anyone else.
"He's
- uh - okay. Don't worry." He started up the car and drove away.
The next day at school, Xander waited to get Buffy alone. He spotted her at
lunch time as she was walking to the parking lot.
"Hey,
Buff! Wait up!" Xander said, jogging after her.
Buffy
turned around, a nervous/irritated expression on her face.
"Hi,
Xan. Umm, something wrong?"
'Damn
it! I don't have time for this! I've got 25-30 minutes tops to fuck Spike's
brains out!'
"I
need to talk to you about - something." Xander said, when he reached her.
"I'm
in - uh - kind of a hurry..."
Buffy
was meeting Spike at his car in the parking lot and she didn't want to be late.
She shifted from foot to foot. She wore a red thong under her modest skirt,
they were a favorite of Spike's. The thong was already damp from the
anticipation of what they would be doing in the back seat.
"Buffy...I
don't know how to say this delicately, so I'm just going to say it. I know
about you and Spike."
Buffy's
mouth dropped open. "Wha - How - "
"How
I know isn't important."
Xander
was afraid to even think about what he'd seen last night, lest his hard-on make
another appearance. He was feeling guilty that he used that scene to jack-off
in bed the night before. He didn't need his Playboys or Hustlers when that hot
action was still fresh in his mind. Xander even had a dark fantasy in which
Buffy saw him standing outside of the car and asked him to join them, with a
devilish smile on her face. That fantasy had made him cum hard - really hard.
"No,
tell me! How do you know?" Buffy panicked, they were trying hard to
conceal their affair, she had to find out how they slipped up.
"Ummm
- I saw you guys - in his car - last night...when he parked under those
trees...." Xander looked away, blushing.
Buffy
put her hands over her face, which was red and burning with embarrassment.
"Oh
my God! You saw us?!"
"I
didn't see - much, don't worry, just enough to know there was something going
on with you." Xander lied.
He'd
seen plenty.
Buffy
walked over to a nearby bench and sat down heavily, resting her elbows on her
knees. Xander sat down beside her.
"How
long have you guys been - an item?" He asked.
"Since
he showed up in town, basically." Buffy said.
"Oh...
Yeah, I thought I saw some sparkage between you two."
Buffy
looked at him. "Really? You could see it?"
Xander
nodded.
"It's
supposed to be a secret...don't tell anyone, okay?" Buffy looked
pleadingly at him.
"Why
is it a secret?"
Buffy
sighed. "Various reasons: My Mum, Giles, the fact that Spike's worried
that people will think he's a perv for dating a high school student..."
"Your
Mum? You talking like him now, too?" Xander smiled and nudged her with an
elbw.
Buffy
smiled. "I guess he's rubbing off on me."
A
very dirty image came to Xander's mind. He pushed it away immediately.
"Were
you - uh - on your way to meet him?"
Buffy
ducked her head.
"Okay...I
don't want to - keep you. But - Buffy, why couldn't you tell us? We're your
buds. We wouldn't have said anything."
"It
was - kind of exciting...no one else knowing. And the fewer people that knew,
the better..." She blushed.
"Well,
we thought you were pissed at us or something. You haven't even called us in
like a week. Just think about letting the rest of the guys in on it. I didn't
say anything."
Buffy
patted his hand. "Thanks, Xander. I'll talk to Spike about it. I'm sorry
you guys thought I was trying to ditch you. I've just been -
preoccupied..."
Xander
smiled. "Okay. Get going, he's probably waiting for you."
Buffy
leaned over and kissed him on the cheek then stood up.
"See
you in Bio!" She called over her shoulder as she went quickly to the
parking lot.
Xander
stood and discreetly shifted the stiffy in his pants. Knowing what the blondes
were going to be doing in a few minutes brought the sights and sounds of last
night back full force. He made his way to his own car to relieve his condition.
Buffy and Spike talked about what Xander had said. They both decided that it
was okay for her friends to know about them, since they were going to 'come
out' once she started college anyway. Buffy asked them to come over to Spike's
place that night to tell the rest of them.
Buffy,
Spike, Xander, Willow, Cordy and Oz were gathered in Spike's living room. They
ordered pizza and watched a movie, enjoying each other's company.
"Ha!
Gotcha!" Xander exclaimed, having blown his target’s head clean off.
The
guys had broken out Spike's Playstation, taking turns playing 'Vice City'.
"Cool!
You smoked that dude!" The usually cool as a cucumber, Oz declared.
"Hehehe!
Die! Die!" Xander said, taking out a few more targets.
The
girls rolled their eyes.
"Umm,
guys? Could you put the game away? There's something I need to say to
everyone." Buffy said.
The
men ignored her, they were completely engrossed in the game.
Buffy
sighed and got up. She walked over and poked Spike in the head.
"Hey!"
Spike looked up at her.
She
crossed her arms and gave him a stern look.
"Oh.
Sorry, Buffy-luv...did you say something?"
"Yes.
I said turn off the game. We need to talk about something,
remember?"
"Right!
Uh - guys let's turn it off for now." Spike said standing up.
"Aww!
Just let me get back to Diaz' place first." Xander poked his tongue out
the corner of his mouth as he drove like a maniac to the saving point.
A
minute later, Xander turned the game off. Buffy and Spike stood talking in low
tones by the bar.
"Your
place is so fucking cool, Spike!" Xander said excitedly as he went to sit
beside Cordy on the leather couch. "Why the frilly heck didn't you invite
us over before? I thought we was pals?"
"Uh
- thanks." Spike said. "Sorry I never invited you before...it's just
that - "
"Guys,"
Buffy said, cutting Spike off, "there's something I want you to
know...about what I've been doing lately."
'More
like who I've been doing lately...'
"Spike
and I are a couple, we're seeing each other." Buffy said, intertwining her
fingers with Spike's.
She
looked around into the slightly shocked faces of her friends.
"Wow!
I thought that maybe..." Willow said, wide eyed. "But - Wow!"
Oz
said, "Hmph? Really? That's cool."
Cordy
looked surprised then turned to Xander. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Why aren't you surprised, Xander?"
"Huh?
Oh - I kind of - figured it out...Buffy and I talked about it this
afternoon."
Cordy
punched him in the arm.
"Ow!"
Xander rubbed at his sore arm.
His
girlfriend sure could pack a wallop.
"And
you didn't say anything?" Cordy scolded him.
"I
asked him not to, Cordy." Buffy said, feeling profound relief that at
least her friends knew now, she wouldn't have to hide it from them anymore.
AND
she could now proceed to giggle and spill some oh-so-juicy tidbits that she'd
been just dying to share with someone. Like what an absolutely-fucking-incredible,
tireless, insatiable lover he was. The story of how they met - the gigolo part
- would remain a secret though. Spike would be embarrassed if they knew that
about him.
"Oh."
Cordy said, looking down.
"Buffy
why did you hide it?" Willow asked.
"I'm
sorry, Wills. I - " Buffy began.
"It
was my idea, Willow." Spike said. "I asked Buffy not to tell any of
you. When my Dad finds out, he's going to flip out, Joyce probably won't like
it one bit either. Also I'd like to wait until Buffy's in college for us to go
public, it might be easier for people to digest then."
"Can
you guys keep the info to yourselves?" Buffy asked. "Giles can't find
out yet..."
Everyone
nodded and voiced the affirmative.
Spike
pulled Buffy into his arms, hugging her for a moment. He placed two fingers
under her chin and tilted her face up. They looked into each other's eyes,
smiling for a moment before he brushed his lips against hers. She slid her
hands up his arms and around his neck. They started kissing more intensely.
"Uh
- let's get back to that game!" Xander said grabbing a pillow off the
couch and subtly covering his crotch, feeling a stirring in his trousers.
Chapter 5
Right after the Scoobies left Spike's home, Buffy and Spike flung their bodies
together and practically ripped each other's clothes off. They made mad,
passionate, monkey love on the floor in the living room. Afterwards, Spike had
lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, depositing her on the
bed. With a sexy smirk he crawled on the bed, lying on his side next to her. He
kissed a path along her collarbones and throat as he ran his hand from her
stomach to her tits.
Spike
cupped one pert breast in his palm, fondling her gently while he moved his
mouth over the other breast, licking circles around the areola.
"Guess
what?" Buffy asked with a smile, caressing the sides of his face and head
with her hands.
"Hmm?"
Spike asked, looking at her from under his lashes as he flicked a nipple with
that wicked tongue.
"Ahhh
- While you guys were using the Playstation, Willow and I had a little
chat."
"Oh?"
Spike smiled, dragging his lips and tongue across her chest, leaving a wet
trail to the other nipple which he eagerly licked and sucked into his mouth.
His
right hand moved back down her body, sliding down to massage her inner thigh.
Buffy
had to concentrate on what she was saying. "Ummm - Anyway, since Willow is
in on the secret now, I was able to employ an age-old lie to tell my Mom."
Spike
lifted his head. "What's that, pet?"
"I
called my Mom and told her I was sleeping over at Willow's house. I can spend
alllllll night with you!" Buffy said happily, tousling his hair.
She
loved that bed-head look on him. So very sexy.
Spike
stopped and sat up.
"Are
you serious? You can stay until morning?" He asked, looking like a kid in
a candy store.
"Mmmm-hmmm!"
Buffy smiled.
Spike
grinned with sheer happiness and dived down to kiss her enthusiastically. Buffy
giggled and wrapped her arms around him.
"That
makes me so happy, luv." Spike said, hovering above her, his beatific
smile and sparkling blue eyes beating down on her, heating her skin like the
sun. "It's about bloody time we got to spend the whole night together. I
hate having to watch you leave in the middle of the night."
He
lowered himself to kiss her cheek.
"Mmmm
- Let's make the most of tonight. Do some crazy stuff. No - butt stuff
though...I still don't like the sounds of that..."
Spike
chuckled. "Whatever you want, Buffy. We won't do things you don't
like...but you didn't like the sounds of the 'oral stuff' at first either,
remember?" He asked with a smirk.
"That's
different." Although, he did have a valid point...
"I
just had a thought..." Spike said, getting a twinkle in his eye.
"I'll
alert the media." Buffy joked.
"Ha
bloody ha, very funny."
"Alright,
what do you have in store for me, you fiend?" She laughed.
"I
have to show you something, pet." Spike smirked and got up from the bed.
Buffy
followed him with her eyes.
'Damn!
He has a fine ass! So squeezable!' She licked her lips.
Spike
walked over to a large Oriental-style screen that she didn't remember being in
his bedroom before. He moved it to reveal some kind of - contraption - hanging
from the ceiling. Her eyes bugged out when she realized what it was. It was one
of those 'sex swing' thingies.
"What
do you think, luv?" Spike asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, he spun
the swing around.
The
swing was hung from hooks bolted to the ceiling, there was a large spring just
below where it attached to the ceiling. It was black, consisting of several
nylon straps.
Buffy
gulped. "What the hell is that thing?"
"It's
a love swing. You up for it?" Spike curled his tongue.
"You
bought it?"
"No.
The bloke I'm renting this place from was keeping it in his closet. The bolts
were already in the ceiling." Spike said looking up at said bolts.
"I
don't think so..." Buffy said timidly.
"Aw,
c'mon, luv. You'll like it. We can try all kinds of different and exciting
positions..."
"Well...."
Buffy bit her lip.
She
started thinking of all the possibilities...
"What
if it falls? It doesn't look very sturdy..." Buffy said, weakening.
"You
want me to get in first? You can have your wicked way with me while I hang in
the air, my feet in the stirrups..."
"Do
you need help getting in?" Buffy asked excitedly, jumping off the bed.
Several hours later...
Buffy
and Spike laid in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs on top of the silk sheets of
his bed.
"God
- that was fantastic!" Buffy exhaled. "That swing is so cool! I love
it! I felt like an astronaut having Zero-G sex!"
"Mmmm,
told you. When are you going to start believing me right away when I tell you
you'll like something?" Spike nuzzled her.
She
grinned. "You're gaining my confidence and trust little by little. Soon,
I'll be coming up and eating right out of your hand in the forest."
"You
already do that." Spike smirked then kissed her lightly.
"I
never knew I was such a giant nympho before I met you. You corrupted me, BIG
TIME, mister!" She said, running her hands up and down his back.
Sweat
glistened on both their bodies from their exertions.
"I
guess I did. You were practically a virgin when I met you." Spike propped
himself up on an elbow and looked down on her face, tracing her cheek with his hand.
"I forgot to tell you, but I called the service in L.A. and quit this
morning."
"You
did?" Buffy smiled.
He
nodded. "And I talked to my mate Adrian, who's renting this place to me. I
explained the situation, you know, how I'm giving up the 'business', and he
said I could stay here for only a few hundred a month as long as I took care of
it."
"You
can still live in this great house? That's wonderful!" Buffy said,
stroking his arm. "How do you know this Adrian guy? He must be really
nice."
"Uh
- we both worked for 'Deluxe Escorts'. He's a good bloke."
"Oh.
You guys must be really good friends for him to give you a sweet deal on this
place."
Spike
laid on his back, Buffy nestled into his side, resting her hand on his chest.
"Adrian
had a bad coke habit awhile back. I helped convince him to get off it."
"I
assume you're not talking about the soft drink." Buffy traced his defined
muscles with her fingertips.
"No.
Not the soft drink. I guess he figures he owes me one."
They
laid together quietly for a few minutes. Buffy sighed.
Spike
had known her long enough to know that that was a 'something's on my mind'
sigh.
"What
is it, pet?" He stroked up and down her arms.
"Graduation
is coming up..." Buffy said gloomily.
"Yeah...I
know. You aren't excited?"
"I
am. It's just...I wonder if my Dad is going to show up." She draped a leg
over his thigh.
"I'm
sure he will, luv. That's a big moment for you."
"He's
missed a bunch of big moments. He doesn't seem to think of me at all since the
divorce. And now that bitch Vicki that he's married to...she's all he cares
about." Buffy said sadly.
"I'm
sure that's not true. How could he not be crazy about you? You're bloody
wonderful."
"That
trip to New York I took, when we met, I was supposed to be spending the weekend
with him. But he blew me off. He sent a fucking note to let me know. He
couldn't even call..." Buffy teared up.
Spike
gathered her up in his arms. "Don't cry, pet. You know I can't take it
when you cry."
Buffy
sniffled.
Spike
petted her hair and kissed her temple. "I'm sorry your Dad's being such a
prick. I wish I could beat some sense into him. He has to be crazy not to love
and adore you like he should. Maybe...he's going through one of those mid-life
crisis deals."
"I
don't care. He's a jerk." Buffy muttered.
"Although,
I would have to thank him for not showing up in the Big Apple. You and I
couldn't have - gotten to know each other if he were there..." Spike
smiled and tickled her sides lightly.
Buffy
squirmed and laughed. "That's true...I guess that is one occasion that I
can forgive him for ditching me..." She tilted her head up and kissed him
slowly.
They
settled back into each other's arms.
"Spike?"
Buffy asked after a few minutes went by.
"Yeah,
pet?"
"Giles
never told us...what happened to your Mom?" Buffy was curious.
Spike
took a breath. "She passed away when I was 13. Car accident. A drunk
driver came out of nowhere..."
She
sat up and looked at him. "I'm sorry. I - shouldn't have asked..."
Buffy said, regretting the question.
"No.
It's okay." Spike caressed her face in his hand. "It was a long time
ago. That's stuff you should know about my life."
It
was still painful for Spike to think about, much less talk about. He could
still sometimes hear his mother's screams of fear and pain in his head. But
Buffy should know what happened. He fought back the tears that stung his eyes.
Buffy
touched his face. "It must have been terrible for you."
"Yeah,
it was terrible... I was in the car with her - when it happened."
A
look of shock/horror passed over Buffy's face.
"Oh
God! You poor thing! That's - that's horrible!" She threw herself down on
him, hugging him tightly.
"Shhh,
it's s'ok, pet." He kissed her forehead. "It's in the past..."
"Did
you get - hurt?" Buffy's voice trembled.
"I
got pretty banged up. I wasn't wearing a seat belt and got thrown out of the
car. I make sure to put one on every time I get in a car since then, believe
me. Doctors said I was lucky to be alive. My left leg got fucked up, I had lots
of cuts and bruises, that's how I got this nifty scar on my brow." He
pointed to his left eyebrow. "I like to say I got it in a bar fight
though, seems tougher." He tried to lighten the mood.
"Oh,
Spike." Buffy gently kissed his scarred eyebrow. "I'm so sorry,
baby."
"I
got off easy, pet. I'm still here, I'm alright now."
"What
you must have went through. Losing your Mom and... The thought of something
like that happening to you - It scares me...I don't know what I'd do if I lost
you..." She whimpered, burying her face against his neck.
"Eh,
now, none of that. Nothing's going to happen to me. You're stuck with me for a
good, long time, like it or not."
Buffy
sat up and looked into his eyes, a tear running down her face. "I love you
so much. Please, never leave me. I couldn't take it."
Spike
wiped her tear away with his thumb. "Nothing could take me away from you,
Buffy. Nothing."
He
pulled her down on top of him, pressing his lips against hers. They kissed
languidly. Their bodies were tired after the acrobatics with the sex swing, but
they both felt a deep need to make love again.
Buffy
needed reassurance that he was here: whole and healthy. She also needed to
comfort him after learning of the horrific accident that took his mother away
and could have easily ended his life at the same time.
Spike
needed the comfort that Buffy's arms and body provided to ease the pain of
remembering the worst time of his life. He was also determined to ease her mind
about losing him. He had to show her that he was hers, now and forever. He'd
never leave her if he had any choice in the matter.
Buffy awoke after only a few hours of sleep. She smiled when she opened her
eyes and saw Spike sleeping peacefully beside her. It took her back to that
morning in New York. She'd studied him then as she was doing now. Except this
time, she didn't have to leave him. Well, just to go back to her house. But
they could see each other again later.
Buffy
ghosted her fingertips along his prominent cheekbones and through his
white-blonde hair, looking at him with love and adoration. His story about what
happened to his mother had both broken her heart and chilled her to the core.
After
they had made love again, they laid in each other's arms and talked for a long
time. They talked about their old loves (he told her the sordid tale of 'Spike
and Dru', she told him about Angel, or The Magnificent Poof, as Spike referred
to him) and the inevitable heartbreak that followed; their parents and their
short-comings; their fears, hopes and dreams.
Buffy
felt closer to him than ever. They were getting to know the other very well,
and falling impossibly more in love in the process.
She
loved everything about him, even the things that bothered her. For instance, he
was a natural flirt. Whether it was Joyce or the girl at the drive-thru window,
Spike couldn't stop himself from giving them a wink and a smile. When Buffy
would cross her arms and give him the stink-eye afterwards, he had no idea what
it was that had made her mad. He seemed to have an inborn instinct to make
women feel good. Buffy tried not to let it bug her too much, he made it clear
that he was Buffy's man, and only Buffy's. And he looked so cute and shaggable
when he became confused and perplexed by her jealousy. She couldn't stay mad at
him. The possessiveness she felt at those times always fired up her libido.
They'd go back to his house and she'd shag him rotten, claiming his body as
hers and once again planting her flag firmly in 'Mount Spike'.
Also,
his smoking bothered her. He didn't do it very much, he was trying to quit and
was down to only a few a day. One of the times he permitted himself a cigarette
was after sex, which they were doing quite a bit. Buffy hated the smell
of the smoke as he was smoking, but she loved the taste and smell of the
tobacco on his lips and skin. It was a conundrum.
Spike
stretched and yawned as he woke up. He grinned when he saw her gazing at him.
"Morning,
pet." His eyes still half-closed.
"Good
morning." Buffy smiled and kissed him.
She
put her hand up to her mouth.
"I
forgot about the morning breath again." Buffy apologized.
Spike
grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him. Buffy squealed and
laughed.
"I
told ya, I love your mornin' breath. I love everything about you." He
kissed a line from her mouth to her throat.
"Everything?"
She asked, closing her eyes and smiling.
"Mmmm-hmmm."
"You
want to - take a shower together? Get all squeaky clean like we did that morning
in New York? Only this time, we can have a much happier ending."
"I
like the way you think, luv." Spike said.
He
took one of her hands, moving it down his body and under the sheets, until she
touched his hard cock.
"You
feel how much I want you, baby? Always want you..." Spike whispered as she
slid her hand up and down his shaft.
"Mmmm!"
Buffy giggled. "Someone's got a case of 'morning wood'!"
"Yeah,
I got it baaaaad, Doc. What's good for this particular affliction
again?"
"Hmmm,
I think I've got just the thing for it." Buffy sat up and crawled out of
bed.
She
turned her back to him then looked at him over her shoulder, giving him a saucy
smile.
"Step
right into my office, Mr. Spike. Such an odd name, Spike is... Maybe you can
show me why they call you that... But don't worry, Doctor Buffy knows just how
to cure you of your heart-breaking condition. Doctor Buffy knows exactly
what you need..."
Buffy
wiggled her ass enticingly.
Spike
growled like an animal and lunged for her. Buffy yelped, giggled and
ran/skipped to the bathroom, with Spike hot on her heels.
An hour later...
They
laid back on his bed, breathless and once again satiated.
"God,
that was amazing!" Spike panted.
"Oh,
yeah!" Buffy sighed, then paused. "Is there something wrong with us?
Why do we have to do it so much?"
"You
complainin'?" Spike raised his eyebrows.
"Hell
NO!" Buffy laughed.
She
cuddled against him.
"Do
other people have this much sex?" Buffy asked, genuinely curious.
"Again, not complaining..."
"Don't
know...I don't think so. Maybe we could take a poll?"
They
laughed.
"Mmmm
- there's a certain poll I'd like to take..." Buffy grinned,
sliding her hand down his chest to his dick.
'Jesus!
We just got done fucking and I'm ready to go again! Buffy
thought, in awe of her own ravenous appetite for him.
She
caught sight of the alarm clock and sighed in frustration.
"I
have to go...." Buffy said regretfully.
"Wha
- I thought you could stay?" Spike said pitifully, he was just starting to
get excited again.
"I
said I could stay all night. It is now 11:15 AM. I have to make an appearance
at home."
Spike
pouted.
Buffy
melted, reaching out and running a fingertip over his adorable pouty lip.
"But
I promise that I'll come back in a few hours. I can tell my Mom that I'm -
going to the park or window shopping or something."
"Promise?"
Spike asked, giving her puppy-dog eyes.
He
parted his lips and pulled her finger in his mouth with his tongue, wrapping
his tongue around her digit and sucking on it lightly.
Buffy
shivered with renewed desire.
'OH
GOD! Oh, that mouth! Oh, that wicked, inhuman, demon tongue! Thank you God!' She
thought.
"Cross
my heart..." She pulled her finger out of his mouth slowly and bent down
to kiss him.
Hours later...
Spike
was practically bouncing off the walls, he was so excited for Buffy to come
back to him. He had a few special things planned for her this afternoon.
He
was wearing dark blue, shimmery, satin pajama bottoms and a matching half-robe.
He thought she'd like it on him. Girls tended to like it when guys wore things
that went with their eyes. His hair was slightly mussed, again, he knew that
she found the look very sexy on him.
"Bloody
hell! Where is she?!" He paced around for a minute.
Spike
took a breath to calm down.
"I'll
just double check that I have everything I'll need." He went about
checking that everything would be ready for her.
After
a few minutes, he heard the front door open and close. His heart beat quicker.
The stomping of tiny-Buffy feet pounded up the stairs toward his room.
Buffy
ran into the bedroom, panting for breath.
"I
got here as soon as I - " She stopped when she got a good look at him.
"Wow..." Buffy ogled him.
He
was the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. His hair was askew, just
the way she liked it. He had on satin pajama bottoms and a silk robe that
matched his gorgeous blue eyes. The robe was left open to show the hard,
chiseled muscles of his chest and stomach. She wanted to lay on top of him and
slide herself all over his smooth body. The bottoms looked suspiciously tent-y.
The longer she stared, the more she could see the outline of his cock through
the fabric. It was getting larger and pointing outwards more under her
inspection.
"Nice
- PJ's..." Buffy leered, licking her lips. "Little early for - bed,
isn't it?"
Buffy
had been getting wet on the way over, thinking about ravishing him again. But
now her thong was positively drenched. She was creaming hard, her juices
flowing like the mighty Mississip.
"Glad
you could make it, pet. And it's never too early for - bed..."
Spike said in a voice as soft and silky as his clothing.
He
ran a hand down his chest and stomach then back again. Buffy's eyes followed
his hand's path, up and down, mesmerized.
"Like
what you see?" Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth.
He
had asked her that once before back in the hotel in New York when he'd taken
off his clothes for her. Buffy's response was the same as it had been then. She
nodded mutely, unable to speak.
Spike
smirked and walked slowly over to where she stood by the door.
Buffy's
heart raced as he got closer. She couldn't wait to feel his touch, to feel his
body pressed against hers. He stopped within a few inches of her and leaned
into her, but stopping just short of making contact.
"You
look so beautiful, pet." Spike said in a rumbly voice.
Buffy
closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. She wanted to grab him, throw him down
on the floor and mount him like a horse. But something inside her was telling
her to wait for him to touch her first.
Spike
reached over and hit the play button on his CD player to start the selections
he'd programmed ahead of time. First up was 'Let's Get It On' by Marvin Gaye.
He'd programmed lots of romantic and/or steamy songs for them: A large dose of
Motown; Some Beatles, including 'She's So Heavy', one of his faves; 'Kashmir'
by Led Zeppelin (that was an excellent song to screw by), etc. There was
nothing that compared with boffing to great songs.
"I've
been waiting for you...to come."
She
looked so lovely, so perfect. She was wearing a fetching, yellow sundress that
came down to mid-thigh, with thin straps looping over the shoulders.
He
put his hand lightly on her left shoulder, his fingers toyed with the strap
there for a moment before he slid his hand down her arm, making goosebumps
erupt on her skin. He took her hand and brought it up to his lips. Turning it
over and placing a hot kiss on her pulse point while he looked at her through
his lashes.
Buffy's
eyes were half-closed and cloudy. She had to remind herself how to breathe.
Spike
smiled devilishly and started stepping backwards, still holding her hand. She
followed him in a daze. He stopped when he was standing in front of the bed. He
bent his head and kissed her neck softly.
"I
have something special planned, luv. I think you'll like it..."
"Wha
- what is it?" Buffy breathed, sliding her hands up his bare chest to rest
on his firm pecs, they twitched under her hot palms.
"Remember
when I massaged your back and shoulders in New York?"
"Uh-huh."
"Would
you like me to give you the - full treatment?" Spike brushed his lips over
her ear.
"Uh-huh!"
Buffy nodded and gulped.
"Good,
I was hoping you'd say that." Spike grinned.
He
pulled back and looked into her eyes. His hands went to her shoulders, slipping
his fingers under the thin straps of her dress. He pulled them over her
shoulders, then tugged lightly on the hem of her dress, letting it fall down
her body to the floor.
Buffy's
body was vibrating with need.
'Ravish
me, damn it! Don't go slow!' Her mind screamed.
Spike
smirked at her obvious potent arousal and distress.
"We're
only just beginning, Buffy." He said sensuously as he put his hands down
into the waistband of her thong and slid it down, unhurriedly, over her ass.
"Spike!"
Buffy's voice wavered. "Please - I need you!"
"Shhh,
kitten." Spike purred, kneeling down in front of her as he slid her thong
down her tanned legs. "Good things come to those who wait..."
When
the thong was down to her feet, she stepped carefully out of them and her
sundress. Spike smiled and dragged his hands back up her calves and outer
thighs to her hips. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her mons.
"Ahhh!"
Buffy inhaled sharply.
Even
though it wasn't time for this part in the afternoon's activities, Spike
couldn't resist snaking his tongue out and licking at her dripping pussy.
Buffy
gasped and put her hands in his hair as his tongue lapped at her.
"Yesss!
Oh, Spike!"
She
tried raising her leg to put it over his shoulder put he held it down.
"What?
Why - "
"I
couldn't resist having myself a little taste, but there'll be time for that
later..." Spike stood back up smoothly.
"Huh?"
Buffy swayed on her feet.
Spike
took her by the shoulders and turned them around, so that her back was now to
the bed.
"Lay
on the bed, pet."
Buffy
sat down and scooted backwards, her eyes locked onto his.
"Turn
over on your stomach." Spike smiled.
Buffy
did as he asked. Her heart was beating so fast, she wondered if she was too
young to have a heart attack. Was he going to fuck her from behind?
Spike
moved away from the bed and retrieved the chocolate-flavored massage oil that
he had heating up.
"Spike?"
Buffy asked shakily, turning her head to look at him.
"Right
here, pet." He said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
He
squeezed out a generous amount of oil in his palm and put the bottle on the
nightstand. He rubbed his hands together.
"Ready?"
Spike asked.
Buffy
nodded.
The
massage that followed, both relaxed and excited Buffy like nothing else ever
had. Spike's hands were truly magic. She had been a bit tense lately. Trying to
hide her feelings for him from everyone put a strain on her. But the
ministrations of those strong, talented, long-fingered, beautiful hands made it
all fade away.
Spike
had started with her feet, kneading and rubbing each foot thoroughly. No one
had ever paid this much attention to her feet before. He even massaged each
individual toe. Buffy moaned loudly when he took her big toe in his mouth and
sucked on it. Her thighs and the sheets directly under her mound were saturated
with her juices. She'd never been this wet.
Spike
worked his way up her legs. Her calves and thighs were rubbed and relieved of
all tension. Buffy tensed and quietly gasped as his hands came ever closer to
her pussy. She needed him bad. She groaned in frustration when his hands
stopped just short of the juncture between her legs.
Instead,
his hands moved over her buttocks and hips, massaging them gently.
By
the time Spike made his way up her back, shoulders, neck and both arms, Buffy
was a puddle of goo, boneless and totally relaxed. Her heartbeat started
picking up again when she realized that he'd massaged her entire back. It was
finally time for the lovin'!
"Turn
over, luv." His voice slid over her slick body.
Buffy
grinned and flipped over on her back, spreading her legs. She looked up at him,
breathing hard. Spike smirked and moved to straddle her thighs.
"Aren't
you going to take off your pants?" She asked.
"Soon.
I missed a few spots...I want to be thorough."
Spike
put his oily hands on her breasts, caressing and kneading them gently.
"Spike!
Ahhh!" Buffy rolled her head from side to side.
He
continued rubbing her breasts then slid his hands all over the front of her
chest, making sure every inch was coated in oil. His hands then moved down her
torso, over her ribs and stomach. Finally, she felt his fingers trailing down
over her mons.
"Yesss!"
Buffy arched off the bed when his fingers slipped between her folds.
She
was so hot for him. She had a mini-orgasm just from his fingertips brushing
over her clit.
Spike
pulled away and sat back on his heels. He stuck his fingers in his mouth,
licking them clean. His eyes rolled back from the taste of her pussy juice.
"Don't
stop! Please don't stop!" Buffy begged him.
She
sat up and untied the string that kept his pajama bottoms up, and pushed them
down over his ass. She had to have him now. Spike shrugged out of the robe and
threw it behind him as Buffy took a hold of his granite-hard cock and wrapped
her lips around the head, wanting a taste of him before they got down to
business. She sucked up the pre-cum and swirled her tongue around.
Spike
shuddered and gasped, but pushed her gently away. He wanted to let her
continue, but he wanted to do other things first.
"Don't
you want - " Buffy looked up at him.
"Get
on your knees." Spike said roughly.
Buffy
got to her knees and turned around, her body quaking with lust. Spike moved up
behind her, running his hands over her hips. With his knee, he moved her knees
further apart as he lifted her waist, making her ass stick up higher in the
air. Buffy gulped.
'Is
he going to fuck my ass?!' She was nervous, but she wouldn't
stop him if he tried.
Spike
continued running his hands over her oil-slicked back, ass and thighs.
"I'm
going to have a little fun first, pet, but I want you to tell me how you want
it."
"Huh?"
Buffy asked, her face against the mattress.
"How
do you want me to fuck you? What position? It's ladies' choice..."
"Uhhh..."
Several positions whizzed through Buffy's foggy brain. "I - I can't
think!"
Spike
chuckled. "Okay then. You think about it, I'll ask again in a few
minutes."
Spike
bent down and licked her slit from behind, spreading her open with his thumbs
and running his tongue along the insides of her gooey center.
"AAAAHH!"
Buffy cried out and clenched the sheets in her fists.
She
thrust back onto his tongue. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she gasped
for breath as he avidly ate her out from behind. He fucked her with his tongue
for a few moments before licking up and down her gash again. Buffy's eyes
widened when he continued licking all the way up to her butthole. His tongue
circled around it then dipping in slightly. Then he swept his tongue back down
to her pussy. He brought one hand around to her clit and gently fingered it as
he kept up his oral assault.
Buffy's
orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She arched her back and her mouth opened in a
silent scream. It was so intense that she forgot how to speak. Animalistic
grunts and yips erupted from her throat as she humped against his mouth and
hand. Suddenly, she recovered the ability to form actual words.
"SPIKE!
- Unnnggghhhh - Oh GODDDD! YESSSS!" Buffy screamed and shook as the
powerful orgasm kept going on and on.
The
waiting and anticipation made it that much sweeter.
Spike
removed his tongue from her snatch and massaged the backs of her slippery
thighs with his equally slippery hands.
"I
have a few hours worth of songs programmed." He said in that thick,
caramel tone he adopted that always told her she was going to get a hell of a
ride. "I'm not gonna stop fucking you ‘til they've all finished."
Spike
bent down and kissed along her spine, sweeping his tongue over her
chocolate-flavored skin here and there.
"The
last song is 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida', bloody good song to shag to, that's 17
minutes right there...you up for it, Buffy?" He asked as he gently rocked
his hips against her, sliding his cock up and down her slit.
"Yes!
Yes!" Buffy bucked her hips.
"How
do you want it, pet?" Spike demanded with a rasp. "From behind? On
your back? Standing up - "
"I
- Ahhhh - FROM BEHIND! FUCK ME! PLEASE!" Buffy cried.
Spike
grabbed the remote control for the stereo next to him on the bed and turned the
volume way up. 'Kiss You All Over' by Exile started up. He tossed the remote
away.
Spike
quickly took his dick in his hand and poised himself at her entrance. He thrust
his hips forward, pushing his cock into her pussy until his balls rested
against her ass. He took a moment to savor the feeling of being completely
encased inside of her before beginning to thrust in and out, in long, slow
movements. He draped himself over her back to whisper in her ear while
thrusting into her gently.
"You're
everything to me, pet. I love you - uhhhh - Buffy!" Spike gasped, licking
the spot just under her ear.
"Spike
- Ohhh! - Ahhhh! Love you too!" Buffy groaned in pleasure, moving her hips
back against him. "Spike?" She said loudly, to be heard over the
music.
"Ahhh
- Yeah, pet? - Ohhh"
"Let's
try it - fuck - Nnnggha - my ass!" She grunted.
Buffy
figured, 'What the hell!? Why not?'. She was all greased up, she was feeling
relaxed and he was already back there...
Spike
paused.
"Are
- you sure, luv? We don't have to do anything that you don't want - "
"I
want it! I want to try!" Buffy panted.
He'd
been right about all the other stuff she thought would be weird. This might be
good too, she reasoned.
"Okay...we'll
do the 'I'll try it for one minute' thing. If you don't like it, I promise,
I'll stop right away." Spike kissed the back of her neck.
"Okay."
Buffy said with a little nervousness and a lot of excitement.
Spike
took his time preparing her to make sure it would be as comfortable as possible
for her.
He
fucked her ass while alternately rubbing her clit and plunging his fingers into
her cunt. After the minute was up, Buffy begged him to continue.
They
had astounding, incredible, mind-blowing sex for the next two hours,
worshipping the other's body in countless ways.
Until...
<>Chapter 6
Giles let himself into the house with the spare key he found hidden,
predictably, under a fake-looking rock near the front door.
He
hadn't heard from his son all weekend and was getting a bit concerned. Giles
had called but the phone was out of order. Terrible visions of William lying on
the bathroom floor or in the kitchen plagued his mind. He reasoned that his son
wouldn't mind him popping in just to make sure he was alright.
As
soon as he came in the door, Giles heard very loud rock music coming from
upstairs.
"William?"
Giles called.
But
the music was too loud for him to be heard. Giles smiled a bit.
The
song was 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida' by Iron Butterfly. He was glad his son had an
appreciation for 'classic rock'. He remembered fondly bouncing chubby, baby
William on his knee while listening to 'Dark Side of the Moon' and other
favorite albums. Those were the good old days, when vinyl was king. Apparently,
all Giles' brainwashing had paid off.
'Sounds
like the song's almost over...' Giles thought as he started up the
stairs.
Giles
went towards the music.
"William?"
Still
no answer.
He
entered the bedroom quickly with his hands over his ears and went to the
stereo, which was right next to the door, then turned the volume down.
"Yesss!
Ahhh - Oh yeah! Ohhh! Oh yeah! Oh Spike!"
"Take
it, baby! UHHH! Take my cock! Aahhh - FUCK! Tell me you love it!"
Giles
whipped around. There on the bed were William and...Buffy.
Their
naked bodies glistened with sweat and possibly some kind of oil. Buffy was
lying on her left side, her right leg was lifted up and over his left shoulder.
William
was kneeling on the bed, straddling her left thigh. One of his hands held her
right leg against his body while the other slid back and forth over her hip and
side. He was pumping into her powerfully, their flesh slapped together over and
over again.
They
were both so wrapped up in their activities that they didn't notice Giles
standing there or that he had turned the music down.
'Dear
Lord...' Giles thought, frozen in shock.
"Ohhh
Spike! YES! LOVE - YOUR COCK! SO BIG - SO FUCKING GOOOD! - CUMMING! -
YESSS!" Buffy screamed, her body shaking, her mouth agape, her face
contorting in pleasure, she clutched the bedding in her fists.
William
threw his head back as he pistoned his hips faster and harder.
"Uhhnnnggh!
Love - when I - feel you cum - AHHH! BUFFY!" He grunted, his body
stiffening.
Moans
and sighs escaped the twosome's lips, they gently rocked their pelvises
together as the song ended. After a moment, Spike pulled out and laid
down/collapsed next to Buffy, spooning against her back and pressing soft
kisses to the back of her neck. Her left arm came up and she caressed the side
of his face with her hand, a satisfied smile stretching across her face.
Giles
backed up, unable to look away from the train wreck on the bed. It was bad
enough that he'd caught his son in such an intimate moment. But Buffy was like
the daughter he never had. So, for all intents and purposes, Giles had just
witnessed his son and daughter rutting like crazed weasels,
and...arriving. He felt ill.
Giles,
in his disoriented state, misjudged where the doorway was and bumped into the
wall, making a thud in the now quiet room.
Spike
and Buffy lifted and turned their heads. Their glassy eyes went wide when they
saw that they had an audience.
"Dad!"
Spike yelped.
"Giles!"
Buffy squeaked, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up over her nude body.
Giles
turned and hurried out the door.
"Bloody
hell!" Spike yelled, he jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on his pajama
bottoms.
Buffy
buried her face in her hands. "OH MY GOD! How long was he standing - OH
GOD!"
Spike had no idea what he would have said to make the situation any better, but
he had run after his father anyway to try and explain. But Giles was already
gone by the time Spike got downstairs.
Spike
came back upstairs and sat on the bed, putting his face in his hands.
"Well,
that's just bloody wonderful..." Spike muttered.
"Oh
God...I can't believe he saw us - he was standing right there!" Buffy
buried her face in a pillow.
"I
have to talk to him." Spike said, standing up.
"What
are you going to say?"
"Not
a bloody clue... Shit...you were right, pet. We should've told him
before..." He bent over and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll
never be able to look him in the face again!" Buffy sniffled.
"We'll
get through this...it'll be alright. We just - have to let him know that we're
in love. It's not just a shag-fest...he'll come 'round."
"It's
kind of a shag-fest/in-love combo..." Buffy joked weakly.
Spike
smiled and kissed her on the lips.
"I
think we both need a shower before we get dressed. Oil is fun but messy. C'mon,
let's get cleaned up." Spike offered her his hand.
"Spike
- I really don't feel 'up' to doing it in the shower right now. What with your
Dad just catching us - doing it..." Buffy said with an apologetic look.
"Just
showering, pet. No sex."
"Oh...okay."
Buffy took his hand and they went to get clean.
'I
wonder if we'll be able to do that...' Buffy thought doubtfully.
Giles was on his third glass of Scotch when he heard a knock on his front door.
'If
I ignore it, they'll go away.' Giles thought miserably.
"Dad?
C'mon, Dad...I saw your car out front, I know you're in there..." Spike
said from outside.
Giles
rubbed his forehead, he didn't want to have to talk to his son right now.
More
knocking.
"Dad?"
Giles
sighed and got up from the couch. He went to the front door and opened it.
Spike and Buffy stood together on the other side. Buffy immediately ducked her
head, blushing brightly.
"Dad,
we have to talk about - "
"No,
we don't." Giles said, trying to maintain his composure.
"Yes,
we bloody do! You saw something - that you shouldn't have. Now, I - Buffy and I
deserve a chance to explain it."
"I
think it was fairly self-explanatory." Giles said.
He
could see that his son was determined to talk. With another sigh, Giles stepped
aside to allow them to enter. He knew he'd never be able to get that traumatic
scene out of his head.
Spike
took Buffy's hand and led her inside the apartment. Giles went back to the
couch and his Scotch. Spike sat down on the couch, Buffy opted for a chair. She
wanted to sit on his lap, but under the circumstances...
"Dad...I'm
sorry I didn't tell you that Buffy and I were seeing each other. We were going
to tell you - " Spike began.
"When?
When we you going to 'fill me in' on that little detail?" Giles asked
hotly.
"Once
she'd started college. I - was worried that you'd think - badly of me if I was
dating a high school student."
"And
not just any high school student." Giles looked at Buffy. "I
think of you like a daughter, Buffy...you know that."
Buffy
looked away. "I know." She said in a small voice.
"I
don't blame her. But you should know better, William. She's a child for God's
sake!" Giles said, getting more upset.
"I
am NOT a child!" Buffy said indignantly. "And we're in love. We're
not just fuc- having sex!"
"In
love?" Giles was taken aback.
"Yes.
I'm in love with her, Dad. I'm not going on to L.A. I'm going to stay in
Sunnydale to be with her. I was just putting off telling you because..."
Spike ran a hand nervously through his hair. "...because I'm a bloody
coward, that's why. I knew you wouldn't approve."
Buffy
felt more courageous suddenly. Seeing Spike so nervous and upset made her
forget her own discomfort and go into protective mode. She got up and went to
him, she sat on the arm of the couch and put an arm around him.
"You're
not a coward, baby. You were just worried." Buffy said softly, petting the
back of his head and neck.
"Yes
I am. Should've listened to you, luv." He turned to his father. "She
wanted to tell everyone right away."
"That
- would have been best..." Giles said slowly.
They
really did seem to have affection for each other, other than - the shagging.
They said that they were in love... If that were the case, Giles wouldn't have
much to say. He knew it was useless to try and keep two people who were in love
apart.
"How
long has this been going on?"
Spike
and Buffy exchanged a look.
"Since
he got into town." Buffy answered. "We - were instantly attracted to
each other. I was the aggressor, not him. And I am 18. No laws are being
broken."
Giles
was feeling so many conflicting emotions. He spared a moment to be happy that
Buffy had finally gotten over that Angel wanker. He had been worried about her.
It wasn't right that a lovely, vibrant, young woman like Buffy had refused any
young man's attention over the last year.
"I
thought you weren't interested in dating anymore, Buffy?" Giles asked
kindly.
Buffy
blushed slightly. "I - didn't plan on falling for Spike. It just kind of
happened."
Spike
looked at her adoringly.
"What
about your age difference?" Giles asked, looking for anything that might
convince them they shouldn't be seeing each other.
"That's
no big. When he's 40, I'll be 34. See? It doesn't sound so bad as we get
older." Buffy said confidently. Then she looked Giles in the eye. "I
really do love him, Giles. I'm - so sorry that you saw - what we were -
doing... Can you still give us your - blessing? It would mean so much to both
of us..."
She
held Spike's hand and gave it a squeeze.
Giles
looked into their anxious and hopeful faces. He didn't have much of a choice.
"You're
both - positive about this? You've thought this through?" Giles asked.
"Yes."
They both answered quickly.
They
looked at each other and smiled.
'Dear
Lord...they are in love. I can practically see the little hearts bursting
around their heads when they look at each other...'
"Alright,
then. I'll - try to accept your relationship...just - please - never bring up
what - happened earlier, ever again..."
Buffy and Spike were ecstatic over Giles' approval, even if it was reluctant.
Now, her friends and his father knew about them. Joyce was the last one on the
list.
Buffy
informed Joyce that she had invited Spike over for dinner. Buffy planned to
tell her Mom that night.
Joyce
was excited. She didn't tell Buffy, but she had a thing for the hot, young,
blonde man. She usually didn't go for younger men, but there was something
about Spike that just 'did it' for her.
Joyce
primped and tried to look sexy without being obvious. She curled her hair and
wore a red, flowing dress that showed some leg and just a hint of cleavage.
Spike
had showed up on time, wearing a royal-blue, button up shirt, black slacks and
his duster coat. Joyce had almost had to fan herself. He looked that
good. And he smelled so delicious. Joyce couldn't place it exactly, but it was
like a combination of exotic spices, tobacco, the beach and...something else,
distinctly manly.
Joyce
had blushed when he presented her with some pink roses as a thank you for
having him over for a home-cooked meal, something he joked that he never got to
enjoy normally. He was so polite and sweet, and so very, very sexy.
After
dinner, Joyce asked Spike if he'd help her clear the table. She was going to
make her move.
Buffy
had furrowed her brow, but didn't say anything. It was weird for her Mom to ask
the guest to help clean up.
Spike
was happy to help though. He was nervous about Buffy telling her Mom about them
and was grateful to have something to do to occupy his mind and hands.
In
the kitchen, while Spike was standing at the sink, rinsing off dishes, Joyce
came up behind him.
"You're
so nice to help out like this, Spike." Joyce said in a sugary tone.
She
put her hand on his shoulder.
Spike
turned his head to look at her, shooting her a smile.
"Don't
mention it, Joyce. I owe you a lot more than this for feeding me such a
delicious meal."
"Hmm,
maybe - I can cook for you again - sometime?" Joyce said, rubbing his
shoulder lightly.
"I'd
like that." Spike said.
"Mmmm,
so would I..."
Joyce
moved her hand down his back and onto his ass, giving his cheek a little
squeeze while leaning in and kissing his neck.
Spike
jumped then froze in shock.
'This
can't be happening! Dear God!' Spike gulped.
"I
like you, Spike." Joyce purred, putting a hand on the center of his chest
and dragging it down. "Do you like me?"
"Joyce!
What are you doing?! I - uh - you shouldn't - " He said, trying to gently
extricate himself from her embrace.
"Shhh,
Buffy will hear...and we wouldn't want that... Do you like older women, Spike?
It's true what they say, you know...experience makes all the
difference..."
Joyce's
hand slipped down to his groin, and cupped his package. Right at that moment,
Buffy entered the kitchen. Her mouth hung open when she saw her mother's hand
on Spike's ass. Luckily, she didn't see the location of her mother's other
hand.
Joyce
didn't notice Buffy standing in the doorway yet. She gave Spike's bulge a firm
squeeze.
"Joyce,
don't!" Spike squeaked and jumped backwards, his left hip slammed into the
corner of the kitchen table.
"Fuck!"
He yelped, falling sideways and landing on the floor.
"Spike!"
Joyce cried.
Buffy
snapped out of her stupor and ran to him.
"Spike,
are you okay, baby?" Buffy fretted, touching his face and chest. "Did
you get hurt?"
"I'm
- okay, pet." Spike said sitting up and massaging his sore hip.
He
was stunned by Joyce's aggressiveness. He never would have pegged her as that
sort. She seemed so wholesome and retiring. A June Cleaver type. But then,
appearances could be deceiving.
Buffy
turned her head towards her mother. Her face was scrunched up and angry. She
didn't want any woman putting their hands on her man...especially not her own
mother. Spike's ass belonged to her just as much as the one on her own body, as
far as Buffy was concerned.
"What
were you doing with your hand on his ass!?" Buffy demanded. "Gross,
Mom!"
'If
she didn't like that, she would have had a bloody conniption if she saw where
Joyce's other hand was...' Spike thought.
"I
- uh - did - you call him...'baby'?" Joyce asked slowly.
Buffy
bit her lip and looked at her mother. That wasn't the way she wanted to tell
her.
"Ummm
- yeah." Buffy helped Spike get back to his feet. "That was what tonight
was supposed to be about...I wanted to tell you...Spike and I are going out.
We're seeing each other." Buffy said, jutting her chin out defiantly.
"Wha
- What? You - you're dating?" Joyce said, trying to process the
information.
'Oh
God! I just made a pass - a BIG pass - at my daughter's boyfriend?! Joyce
thought.
Buffy
nodded, putting an arm around Spike's waist.
"Well
- I - I don't like this at all, Buffy! You're only 18! And he's - "
"He's
24. That's not much older than me." Buffy said, standing firm.
"No,
I don't like it. He's too old for you." Joyce crossed her arms.
She
was mortified at being caught with her hands on a man's goodies by Buffy (a man
that it turned out her daughter was dating) and she was feeling defensive.
"Hypocrite
much?" Buffy sneered.
Spike
didn't know what to do or say. He wished he could just slip into the living
room and let them talk, but Buffy had a firm hold on his waist. She obviously
wanted and/or needed him to be with her right now. So, he'd stay. Trying not to
look too embarrassed.
'Bloody
hell...how would Buffy put it? Awkward much?' Spike thought.
"What
do you mean by that, young lady?" Joyce put her hands on her hips.
"I
mean, I came in here and saw you macking on Spike pretty good. You weren't too
concerned about age differences then. And there's waaaay more of a difference
between the two of you."
Joyce
opened and closed her mouth a few times. Buffy had her there.
"Joyce...I
promise that I'll make Buffy happy. I'm in love with her." Spike said
hoping to put Joyce's fears to rest somewhat.
Buffy
looked at him, beaming from ear to ear. It thrilled her to hear him say it.
"In
- love?" Joyce said, her face showing her surprise. "But - you
haven't even known each other that long!"
"I
know it's - fast. But I'm in love with him too, Mom. We were going to wait
until I started college in the Fall to tell everyone...but plans changed."
Buffy
blushed, recalling Giles' accidental discovery of their relationship. Xander
had gotten an eyeful as well... They really needed to start being more careful.
Although, sex in public did have a certain thrill for Buffy. It was official.
Buffy was a kinky-sex freak.
"Oh,
please don't tell me you're pregnant?!" Joyce put a hand over her chest
and looked ready to faint.
"No!
Not pregnant!" Buffy said quickly.
Joyce
breathed out. "Oh, thank God!"
"Well,
Mom? Can you accept Spike and me being together? And keep in mind that I'm
going to be with him no matter what you say."
"You're
still living under my roof. And - " Joyce began.
Buffy
interrupted, "I'm moving into the dorms when school starts. I won't be
under your roof for long. And I'll be super-pissed at you if you try and make
me stop seeing him or choose between you."
Then
Buffy's shoulders slumped a bit. "Mom...I already have one parent that I
can't talk to, who doesn't give a crap about me. Please try to be cool about
this. I couldn't take it if you turned your back on me too..."
Buffy's
eyes welled up, her grip on Spike's waist got tighter.
Joyce's
expression softened. "Honey...I would never turn my back on you... If the
two of you are serious - I'll try... Okay? It's just - I had no idea you two
were seeing each other when I - " Joyce ran her hands through her hair.
"I'm sorry for my - for what I did, Spike. I feel so stupid."
"It's
okay, Joyce. Who could blame you? I'm a bloody good-looking bloke." Spike
joked.
Buffy
giggled and smacked him on the chest. "You're so stuck on yourself."
Spike
smirked and kissed the top of her head. "I'll always be my own first true
love. But you come in a very close second, pet."
Chapter 7
Buffy, Cordelia and Willow sat on the floor of Willow's bedroom talking and
laughing. They were having a sleepover at Willow's house. Her parents were away
at some conference and they had the house to themselves. The girls were wearing
their pajamas (Buffy in her 'Yummy Sushi' pajamas; Willow in a long, modest,
flannel nightgown; and Cordy in an expensive-looking, short, red, silky
nightgown) and drinking strawberry daiquiris. A selection of Playgirl magazines
was spread out on the floor around them.
They
giggled and pointed out a few of the more 'gifted' models.
"Oooh!
Look at this guy!" Willow laughed. "Wow!"
Buffy
and Cordy took a gander and nodded in appreciation.
"Aw,
that's nothin'!" Buffy said proudly. "Spike's much bigger than
him."
"Spill!"
Cordy said excitedly, resting back on her heels.
"Huh?"
Buffy said, taking another drink.
"You
and Spike, we wanna hear the details!" Willow bounced.
"Guys!"
Buffy blushed.
"Hey,
you brought up the subject. Now, spill!" Cordy sucked on her straw.
"What
- do you want to know?" Buffy giggled.
She'd
had a few daiquiris already and was feeling loose. It was a difficult decision
to spend the night with her girlfriends instead of Spike, but she really had
been ignoring them lately. One night apart wouldn't kill them...she didn't
think so anyway. Xander and Oz were staying over at Spike's place. Probably
playing Playstation games all night, knowing them.
"How
long did it take before you guys did it?" Willow asked, the alcohol making
her bolder.
"Ummm..."
Buffy put her hands over her face. "Okay - you guys can't tell anyone
about this - alright?" She peeked between her fingers at them.
"Promise!"
"Absolutely!"
Her
friends eagerly agreed.
"Okay...Spike
is - the guy I met in New York."
Cordy
and Willow's mouths hung open, their eyes widened. Then they squealed.
"Omigod!
He's that 'Will' guy?! Omigod!" Willow said.
"I
can't believe it!" Cordy grabbed Buffy's arm. "He's the guy you had
sex with all night?! The guy who gave the amazing head?!"
"Cordy!"
Buffy laughed and blushed. "Yes! It's him! I had no idea he was Giles'
son...we didn't exchange last names."
'Or
real ones....' Buffy thought. She'd still keep the gigolo thing to
herself.
"And
I lied about my age. I told him I was like 30 or something."
"You
must have pissed yourself when you saw him in the library! I thought you looked
funny! But I wrote it off as you being struck by his hotness." Cordy said.
"Spike
must have been pretty surprised too!" Willow said. "What did you guys
say to each other when you got him alone?"
"Our
first talk didn't go that well. We had a fight." Buffy said sadly,
remembering how she'd hurt his feelings. "But before that, we almost - had
sex on my living room couch."
"Omigod!"
Willow dropped on her side. "You are so bad!"
"How
did you go from 'almost sex' to fighting?" Cordy asked.
"Ummm-
my Mom came home unexpectedly...she almost caught us. Things got weird after
that. But - ohh, it felt so good to kiss him again..." Buffy said
dreamily.
"Okay,
how long did it take for you guys to do it after that?" Cordy sipped her
drink.
"The
next night...we kind of..." Buffy put her face in her hands, giggling like
mad.
"Come
on! Tell us!" Willow demanded, poking at Buffy's leg.
"That
was us - in The Bronze that night. We were the ones you heard having sex."
Willow
screamed. "I don't believe it! That was you?!"
"We
did it in the utility closet after I vanquished the evil Harmony. She was so
totally pawing him and I went nuts! I was an animal!" Buffy giggled and
made her hands into claws.
"Wow,
Buffy!" Cordy said. "Kinky!"
"Oh,
you don't know the half of it!" Buffy smirked.
"Is
he still just as good in bed as he was in New York? I bet he's really
goooood..." Willow said, she'd never have the nerve to ask this kind of
thing sober.
"He's
- ahh - there are no words. He's so marvelously, incredibly, mind-bogglingly
fantastic! The sex is so good we fucking named it! We call it
'Fred'." Buffy giggled and gulped down the rest of her daiquiri.
The
girls laughed and refilled their glasses.
"He
looooves the oral sex." Buffy said, her mouth not knowing when to stop
offering details (she'd be embarrassed in the morning that she'd revealed so
much). "He goes down on me allll the time! He's so bloody good at it
too!"
"You
said 'bloody'!" Willow snorted.
Buffy
continued singing the praises of Spike sex. "A few times, when I fell
asleep/passed out in bed with him, I'd be having a great dream that he was -
you know - down there. And I'd wake up and he'd have his face between my thighs
with a naughty grin on his face. That beats an alarm clock any day, let me tell
ya!"
"Omigod!"
Cordy and Willow yelled.
"How
big is he again?" Willow asked. "You said he was bigger than this
guy." Willow pointed to the nude model in the magazine.
"Hmmm,
about this big." Buffy held her hands apart.
She
knew that part of his anatomy quite well by this point.
"Wow!
That's like - " Willow calculated the distance. "Nine inches!"
"Yep."
Buffy sighed, taking another drink. "And it's a little bent at the end. To
get all those hard to reach areas!" She giggled.
"Isn't
that too big?" Willow wondered. "I mean, doesn’t it - hurt?"
"Uh-uh.
We fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other." Buffy
smiled.
"What
about girth?" Cordy asked. "That's the important thing."
Buffy
put her hands together and formed a circle, approximating how big around Spike
was.
"Nice..."
Cordy said with wide eyes.
"Whoa!
Hehehehe!" Willow laughed.
They
giggled again.
"Where
else have you guys done it? Besides The Bronze." Willow asked.
"Everywhere.
We're like bunnies!"
"Details,
Buffy, if you please." Cordy smiled.
"Ummm
- In his car, in The Bronze, in his bed, on the floor, kitchen counters, the
couch, the library at school, in the furniture store behind an armoire - "
"Holy
shit!" Cordy exclaimed. "You guys are bunnies!"
"Oh,
and in his pool too! We did it there lots of times. On the diving board was
fun, it was nice and bouncy. And on the inflatable raft. We tried it on the
slide but that didn't work out... I remember the first time we had sex in the
pool, he gave me head while I had my legs hooked through the metal ladder, you
know the one on the side of the pool you use to climb out? Anyway, that was
in-fucking-credible! He did this new thing with his tongue, where he rolled it
into a tube..." Buffy shivered from the memory.
Willow
and Cordy were rapt, they're pulses picking up from the tawdry and extremely
stimulating tales Buffy was spinning.
"Well,
no wonder you didn't have time to hang out with us! You were gettin' your
ticket punched left and right!" Willow giggled. "He cleans the pool
on a regular basis I hope! I'd like to go swimming there sometime in the
future."
"And
you're here with us tonight, instead of in between the sheets with 'King
Cunnilingus' - why?" Cordy asked Buffy, her eyes getting glassy.
Buffy
looked at the telephone.
‘He’d
probably be pissed if I called to check on him. How can I miss him so much
already? What am I going to do if one of us has to go on a trip or something?
I’d wig out after only a few days...’
At Spike's house, the guys were having fun talking sports, women, video games,
eating pizza and watching Die Hard 1 & 2.
Spike
missed Buffy like crazy. But she was right. She still needed to spend time with
her friends too. He wished he didn't crave her body all the time. But he did.
Whether it was just holding her against him or shagging like crazed
wildebeests, he wanted to be near her all the time.
But,
he resigned himself to the fact that they needed to have other activities too.
Her friends were pretty cool people. Oz was a fellow musician, so they had that
in common to talk about. Willow was adorable, so shy and timid. Cordelia was
brash and brutally honest at times, but she had a good heart. Xander was - a
bit of a wanker sometimes. He and Spike had an argument earlier about the
merits of American football vs. European football. But Xander wasn't too bad.
He made Spike laugh a lot. And he was a video game fan too. Spike didn’t mind
being his friend as well.
“I
wonder what - the girls are doin’...” Spike wondered.
“Probably
doing their nails or their hair...but personally, I’d prefer to think that
they’re having a down and dirty pillow fight in their bras and panties.” Xander
said before taking a drink of his soda.
Spike
laughed. “That’s a nice image. Mind if I borrow it?”
Xander
waved his hand. “Be my guest, my friend.” He said magnanimously.
“Maybe
we should call - just to check in with them...” Spike said.
“Spike,
man, you are so whipped!” Xander rolled his eyes and chuckled.
“I
am not!” Spike said, furrowing his brow.
“Are
too! You can’t even have one night with the guys without moonin’ about her.”
“Bollocks!
I was just - wonderin’ what she was doing, is all...”
Then
Xander affected a bad, high-pitched, British accent, “Ooooh! I can’t spend one
bloomin’ minute without me Buffy! Cor blimey, I don’t know what to do if she‘s
not here to tell me!”
Spike
hurled a pillow at Xander, hitting him in the face.
“Ow!
Hey!” Xander said. “The corners are pointy, you could’ve put out my eye,
dickhead!”
“I
DO NOT sound like that!” Spike said as an offended Englishman.
Spike
couldn’t help laughing despite is irritation. The impression Xander did of him
was hardly flattering but it was funny.
“And
that had to be the worst British accent I’ve ever heard, mate. You sounded like
a gay, Cockney pirate.”
“Will
you guys keep it down. I’m trying to watch the movie. This is the part where
Bruce Willis walks on broken glass. Very cool.” Oz said, trying to stay out of
their conversation.
“Whoa,
yeah. This part rules.” Xander said, putting his attention back on the
beautiful, big-screen tv.
Spike
looked at the telephone and sighed.
‘Xander’s
right - in a way. Buffy and I do need to learn how to spend time with other
people too... I won’t call her. Even if I do just want to hear her voice...’
Amazingly, Spike and Buffy made it through the whole night without calling or
seeing each other. It wasn’t pleasant for either of them, but they proved that
they could do it.
After
taking a few aspirin for her hangover, Buffy swore Willow and Cordy to secrecy
on all the salacious details of her and Spike’s sex life. She was horrified
that the alcohol had loosened her tongue that much. They assured her that they
wouldn’t say a word to anyone...as long as she kept them informed about any
other sexual hijinks she and Spike got up to. Buffy’s stories about Spike’s
various techniques had both girls green with envy, but also determined to
experience it themselves, with their own boyfriends, of course. There were a
few new things that Oz and Xander would be asked to do in the very near future.
Spike
and Buffy were driving back to his place after dinner. Buffy was happy that
they actually went to a real restaurant this time, no drive-thrus. But
something had been bothering her. The Prom was in less than a week, and Spike
still hadn’t said anything about taking her. He knew it was coming up, he still
went in to the library to help Giles a few days a week and the announcements
for the Prom were all over the place in the halls.
‘Guys
can be so clueless...’ She thought with an eyeroll.
She
sighed loudly.
Spike
looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He knew that that was a ‘something
is bothering me, ask me what it is’ sigh.
“What’s
on your mind, pet?”
“Oh...nothing...”
Spike
sighed. “Come on, Buffy. Something is buggin’ you. What is it?”
“Well...the
Prom is in a few days....” Buffy said looking out the window.
“Yeah...I
know. And?”
She
turned towards him. “And? You haven’t asked me yet.”
“What?
You actually want to go?” Spike asked, surprised.
“Well
DUH!”
“You
didn’t say anything before.”
“I
didn’t think I had to! You’re my boyfriend, you’re supposed to ask me. I’d look
pretty desperate if I had to bring it up.”
“Isn’t
that what you just did?”
“Yes,
but only because you’re too dense to ask me and it’s getting down to the wire.
I don’t have the luxury of time to wait for you to ask. I don’t even have a
dress yet!” Buffy panicked.
“Why
would you want to go to some silly dance? Those things are so bloody annoying.
I’ll tell you what, I’ll take you out for a night on the town the night of the
Prom. We’ll have a much better time, I’m sure.”
“No!
I want to go to my Senior Prom, Spike! And it’s not silly! Just because you
think it‘s dumb doesn‘t mean it is!”
“Buffy,”
Spike said, trying to be patient, “I don’t want to go. Alright? Proms are banal
and insipid. And I don’t like them.”
“You’re
a jerk.” Buffy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I bet you just don’t
want to be seen with me.”
“What
are you on about? I love you. You know that.”
“What
about your fear of people thinking you’re a pervert for dating a high school
student?”
Buffy
saw by the look on his face that was at least part of the reason he was dissing
the Prom.
“Buffy,
I’m past all that high school stuff. I’m sorry. I’m just not into it.”
Buffy
was getting really pissed. “Bullshit! Take me home!”
“What?
You’re blowin’ me off because I don't want to go to some stupid, bloody dance?!
I thought you were going to spend the night with me?"
"First
of all, it's NOT stupid. Second, I ain't blowin' nothin' of yours. Take me
home!" Buffy sat back in her seat with a petulant look.
"Fine!"
Spike clenched his jaw and drove towards Buffy's house.
A
few minutes passed in silence.
Spike
hated it when they fought. They got along so well most of the time that it was
jarring when they had a disagreement. She was really determined to go to that
dance. But he really didn't want to. Couldn't they find some kind of
compromise?
"Buffy..."
Spike said in a soft, soothing voice, "why wouldn't you be happy with just
the two of us going out to dinner and dancing? I'll treat you to anything you
like - "
"What
part of 'I want to go to the Prom' didn't you understand?" Buffy grumbled.
"Doesn't
it matter to you that I don't want to go to the bloody thing? You'd rather I
was miserable?"
"I'm
not talking to you anymore." Buffy said tightly, looking out the window.
"Oh,
bloody hell! That's really mature, Buffy. We're supposed to talk about this,
not give each other the silent treatment. I'm 24 years old! I have NO interest
in going to a sodding school dance!"
Buffy's
eyes shot daggers at him. "Then maybe I should've found a guy my own
age."
Spike
looked at her a moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
"If
that's the way you feel - then maybe you should get one." Spike said,
pulling up in front of her house.
"Fine!
Good! Maybe I will!"
Buffy
threw the car door open and jumped out. She slammed it shut.
"Asshole!"
She yelled then ran to her house with tears in her eyes.
"Bloody
- buggering - fuck!" Spike pounded on the steering wheel. "What the
hell is wrong with that bloody woman!"
Two days later...
Spike
was lying on his couch, feeling miserable. He'd tried calling Buffy several
times since their fight the other night. She'd hung up on him every time. She
didn't want to hear anything except an invitation to the Prom. They hadn't been
away from each other this long since they'd met again.
The
doorbell rang.
'Buffy?!' Spike
thought.
He
jumped off the couch, ran to the door and threw it open, an expectant smile on
his face. His smile disappeared when he saw it was Xander.
"Oh.
It's only you." Spike said.
"Well,
isn't that a fine 'How ya do'! Can I come in?" Xander asked.
"Yeah,
if you want..."
Spike
stood aside. Xander shook his head and walked in, going over to the couch and
sitting down.
"Okay.
What's your problem?" Xander asked.
"You
know what my bleedin' problem is. Buffy is pissed and she isn't talking to
me."
"Just
take her to the damn Prom, man!" Xander said in exasperation.
Spike
sat down on the other end of the couch.
"I'll
feel like a git, Xander! I'm 24 years old, I shouldn't be going to shit like
that!"
"Well,
guess what, pal? You're dating an 18 year old girl, and 18 year old girls like
to go to their senior proms!"
Spike
sighed and put his head in his hands.
"C'mon,
man. This kind of stuff isn't important to you, or even me, but it is to her.
Cordy's on cloud nine about going. Do you think I want to put on a monkey-suit
and prance around the gym?"
"You
have to prance?" Spike asked, the beginnings of a smile twitching at his
lips.
"The
prancing isn't mandatory. I just like it is all." Xander said with a
smile. Then he became more serious. "Spike...Buffy's really upset. Willow
and Cordy have been trying to cheer her up, but it's no use. She's totally
depressed. About fighting with you and the fact that she won't get to go to her
Prom. She's looked forward to this for years. That's the way chicks are."
"I
- didn't mean to upset her. I didn't think it was that big of a deal to her.
She never even mentioned it before the other day." Spike mumbled.
"Well,
she is upset. You want to make your woman happy? You want her to touch you ever
again? Then suck it up and take her to the dance. I talked to her yesterday -
she was crying." Xander said, he knew that would get to Spike.
And
it did. Spike looked down, abashed.
"I
hate it when she cries...the way her big, green eyes fill up, the way her
little chin quivers... Bloody hell..." Spike ran a hand through his hair.
"I'll take her then. I never wanted to hurt her."
"There's
a good lad!" Xander smacked him on the back. "I knew you'd come
around. It just took good ol' Xander to give you a stern talking to. The Prom's
tomorrow, man. You'd better get it in gear."
Spike
smiled. "I've got an idea, tell me what you think."
Buffy was feeling lower than low. Her senior prom was in 4 hours and she was
sitting on her couch in her sweats. She hadn't talked to Spike in the last few
days except to tell him that she didn't want to talk to him.
Buffy
still loved him so much. She knew that she'd cave-in and take him back, but
she'd resent that he wouldn't do this one thing for her. She missed him
terribly.
“Why
does he have to be such a giant poophead! He’s so - “
The
phone rang.
Buffy
grumbled and got off the couch. She went to the kitchen and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Buffy,
it's Spike."
She
hung up. The phone started ringing again immediately.
"What?"
Buffy said in annoyance.
“Will
you listen to me, pet?”
“Don‘t
‘pet’ me, Mister Smooth.” Buffy said.
“Just
listen for a minute, okay.”
“One
minute.” Buffy said tersely.
“Okay...I’m
sorry. I was wrong, you were right. I was a prick. A selfish, inconsiderate,
unfeeling - are you still there?” Spike asked, worried that she might have hung
up again.
“I’m
here. I’ll stop you when you say something that's not true.”
Spike
sighed. “I was wrong not to take into account how much the Prom meant to you. I
hope you’ll forgive me.”
“I
don’t know... You were mean to me.”
“I
know and I’m sorry, luv... I’d - like to take you to the dance - if you would
go with me.”
“What?!
You gigantic asshole!” She yelled.
“I
thought that’s what you wanted? Why are you upset?” Spike sounded perplexed.
“Because
it’s 4 fucking hours until it starts, that’s why! I don’t have a dress, I don’t
have tickets, I don’t have anything! You did this on purpose! You called at the
last second thinking you wouldn’t have to take me because it was too late! Of
all the - “
The
doorbell rang.
“Goddammit!”
Buffy yelled. “Someone’s at the door.”
“I’ll
hang on.”
“Damn
right, you will.” Buffy talked into the cordless phone as she walked to the
front door. “I ain’t done with you, buddy!”
She
opened the door.
“Not
by a long - “ She stopped.
Spike
was standing outside with a cell phone.
“Hi.”
He smiled.
Buffy
was taken aback for a second. Then her eyes narrowed.
“Cute.
Good. Now I get to yell at you in person.”
Spike
bent down and picked up some bags and boxes he’d set down next to the door
before she answered it. He held them out to her.
“These
are for you.” Spike smiled.
“Hmph!
You think you can make it all better by giving me presents? Think again.” Buffy
crossed her arms and tapped her foot.
“It’s
a dress, luv. And shoes and some other odds and ends the girls said you’d want
for the dance.”
“Girls?”
Buffy asked.
Spike
moved to the side. She saw Cordy and Willow standing on the lawn. They were
carrying large bags and waving to her. She waved back slowly. Her mind was
having trouble absorbing the new information.
“They
were good enough to help me pick out a dress and things for you. So, that
solves your ’I have nothing to wear’ problem. And I bought the tickets
already.” Spike smiled. “Will you go with me?”
“I
- how do I know I’ll like the dress? What if I don’t like it?” Buffy asked.
“Come
on, Buffy!” Cordelia whined. “We have to get ready too! Will you tell him
you’ll go already?”
Buffy
looked back at him. “Okay...I’ll go. But if I don’t like the dress...”
“You
will. I guarantee that you will. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go get
ready to take my beautiful girlfriend to the Prom.” He smirked.
Spike
turned and walked down the porch steps, heading back to his car.
“Spike,
wait!” Buffy cried, running towards him.
She
desperately needed to feel his arms around her, his lips on hers.
Spike
stopped and turned around as she jumped into his arms.
“Easy,
luv. Don’t bruise me. I want to look good for you tonight.” Spike laughed.
“This
means a lot to me, Spike.” She looked into his eyes. “Thanks for not being a
prick anymore.”
“You're
most certainly welcome, pet. I never want to be the reason that you cry, ever
again." He ran his fingers through her hair. "I missed you so bloody
much. I'd do anything for you...I was just - being a stubborn bastard about the
whole thing.” He said hoarsely.
“I
missed you too...I hated being mad at you. I love you.” Buffy held his face in
her hands, caressing his cheekbones and looking into his bluer-than-blue eyes.
“Love
you, too.”
Spike
lowered his head and kissed her. They moaned and wrapped their arms tightly
around each other. The kiss quickly started becoming more heated.
“Uh
- there go the lust bunnies.” Cordy rolled her eyes. "They haven’t slept
together for two days, we’d better nip this in the bud, Willow.”
Willow
giggled. "Nip it in the bud...sounds kind of dirty!"
"Oh,
get your mind out of the gutter. You've been all Beavis and Butthead ever since
Buffy told us about the...sexcapades."
Cordy
turned back to the blonde lovers. "We don't have time for this! Guys,
hello!? We have to get ready! There'll be plenty of opportunities for smoochies
later."
Spike
and Buffy pulled apart reluctantly.
"Right."
Spike said.
He
pressed a short, but sweet kiss to her lips then backed away with a smile.
"I'll
see you in 4 hours, luv."
"Okay...see
you then..." Buffy gave him a watery smile.
"Oh my God! This dress is gorgeous!" Buffy exclaimed, holding up the
dress Spike had bought for her to wear.
It
was an ankle-length, jade green, off the shoulder, silk evening gown. It
reminded Buffy of something out of "Romeo and Juliet". There was a
beautiful, intricate beaded trim along the front of the high waist; The skirt
was two-layered, splitting in the front.
In
other boxes and bags were a matching shawl, high-heeled shoes and handbag, all
of them jade green and made of fine silk.
Willow
and Cordelia smiled proudly. They had known she would love the clothes when
they helped Spike pick them out. The girls were busy getting out of their
street clothes in Buffy's bedroom.
"This
stuff must have cost him a fortune! How much did he spend on this?" Buffy
said, captivated by the beautiful dress.
"You
don't want to know." Cordy grinned, getting out her own red dress.
"He dropped a ton of money on you, sweetheart. The boy has got it
bad."
"Did
you see the jewelry yet?" Willow asked excitedly. "It's really
beautiful."
Buffy
laid the dress carefully on her bed and searched for the bag from the jewelry
store.
"Aha!"
She said when she found it.
She
quickly got the a large, necklace-sized box out and opened it.
"OH!
They're so pretty!"
Buffy
ran a fingertip over the necklace and earrings in the case. The necklace
consisted of a single piece of green jade in a tear-drop shape, suspended from
a shimmering, gold chain. The matching earrings were also tear-drop shaped.
"How
much did he spend on me?" Buffy asked.
"Lots."
Willow said. "I don't know how much all together, but a couple thousand at
least. And like Cordy said, he really is crazy in love with you. He was nervous
that you still wouldn't want to go with him, it was so cute! You are so bloody
lucky!"
"You've
been hanging around Spike too much, too!" Buffy giggled.
"Well,
the British have much more of a colorful way of cursing." Willow said,
getting out her makeup bag. "I think it sounds a lot cooler."
"He
must have sold a lot of stories and stuff to be able to blow that much on one
night!" Willow said.
Buffy
blushed and looked back at her jewelry. She wasn't about to tell them how Spike
made the money to afford luxuries like this. Luckily, Cordy saved her from the
awkward conversation.
"Come
on, girls!" Cordy said. "Let's get the show on the road. We've got 4
hours to make ourselves fabulous for our men. We have to look so good that
their little eyes pop-out and go 'WOW!'"
The
girls kicked into gear and started getting ready for their dates in earnest.
Chapter 8: Prom Night
At 6:00 sharp, Spike, Oz and Xander showed up at the Summers' residence. They were
decked out in their tuxes and looking good.
Spike
was wearing a classic, black Armani tuxedo: a green and black, paisley vest (to
match Buffy's dress) was buttoned up over a white, wing-collared shirt; black
pleated tuxedo pants and jacket; a green and black, silk bow tie; and shiny
black shoes. A white orchid boutonniere was pinned to his lapel. His
white-blonde hair was slicked back. He hoped that Buffy approved of his apparel
as well as the dress he bought for her. He wanted to look good for her.
Each
of the slightly nervous men held a box containing a corsage to present their
date with as well as a bouquet of a dozen red roses that Spike had generously
footed the bill for. In fact, the whole evening was 'on him', he'd insisted on
it.
"Don't
you all look handsome?" Joyce grinned, getting her camera ready.
Oz
and Xander looked down shyly.
"Thanks,
Mrs. Summers." They said.
"Thanks,
Joyce." Spike smiled. "You think Buffy will like my tux?"
Joyce
looked him over, trying not to gawk. She was still embarrassed about hitting on
him in the kitchen.
'Why
does he have to be so god-damned hot?!' Joyce thought.
She
smiled wholesomely. "I think she'll love it."
"Did
she like her dress? I was worried that - " Spike began.
He
stopped when the door to Buffy's bedroom opened. The men stood
shoulder-to-shoulder and gazed up as the women made their way, one by one, down
the stairs.
Cordy
came down first. Her long, brown hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders.
Her red, knee-length dress showed a bit of her ample cleavage. She gave Xander
a sly smile.
Xander
was practically drooling at how beautiful she looked.
"Wow
- Cordy - you look great!" Xander breathed.
Willow
came next in her simple, blue, floor-length dress. She looked shy about her
appearance, but she knew she looked good. Her red hair was done up in an
elaborate bun, curled tendrils hung down on either side of her face.
"You
look beautiful, babe." Oz smiled.
Spike
was fidgeting, he was dying to see Buffy. When she appeared at the top of the
stairs, his mouth went dry. She was a vision of loveliness: Her hair was piled
up on top of her head in a mass of blonde curls. One longer strand hung down
along her cheek; the silk dress flowed along the curves of her lithe body; her
matching jade earrings and necklace sparkled in the light. She held the green
silk handbag in her hands. Spike stared up at her, a look of pure awe and
adulation on his face.
Buffy's
chest hitched when she saw Spike looking up at her. Both the look on his face
and his attire had her pulse racing wildly. He looked incredibly,
devastatingly, heart-stoppingly handsome. Buffy smiled broadly at him as she
descended the stairs and stopped in front of him. She swelled with pride that
she was going to be on the arm of the best looking man at the dance. The man
she loved.
"Buffy...God,
pet...you're stunning." Spike said breathlessly, his eyes drinking all of
her in.
"Thanks.
You look pretty stunning your own self." Buffy said, wanting to ravage him
before the date even started.
He
looked so scrummy, sophisticated and neat. She couldn't wait to 'mess him up'.
'Humina-Humina-Humina! Buffy
thought.
"I
hoped you'd like it." Spike smiled. "You like the dress?"
"Yes,
I love it! It's so beautiful. Thank you for - for all of it. But I didn't want
you to spend so much - "
"Tut-tut,
Buffy." Spike interrupted with a smirk. "There'll be no talk of
expense tonight. Tonight is all about having a grand time. I want to make it
special for you. For all of you."
"It
already is." Buffy leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.
The
men gave their dates their corsages and the bouquets of roses. Buffy's was a
wrist corsage that consisted of 5 white orchids enhanced with variegated
greens, baby’s breath and a green silk ribbon. She loved it. Orchids were her
favorite flower. She was overjoyed that Spike had remembered that little
factoid.
The
gang posed for pictures with each other for the next 10 minutes. Joyce happily
snapped away, taking an entire roll of film.
"Let
me get another roll!" Joyce said after she ran out.
"Mom!
Can't we leave yet?" Buffy was anxious to start their evening. "You
took enough pictures already!"
The
others agreed.
"Oh,
all right." Joyce gave in. "You kids get going. Have a wonderful
time! I'll put your roses in some water, you girls can pick them up
tomorrow."
Buffy
hugged Joyce and hurried out the front door. She stopped when she got to the
bottom of the porch steps. A black, stretch limousine sat in front of the
house. A black clad chauffeur stood by the side of the car.
"Oh
my God! A stretch limo!" Buffy exclaimed, clapping her hands. "This
is so cool!"
The
other girls were equally impressed.
Spike
took one of Buffy's arms and looped it through his.
"Your
chariot awaits, ladies."
The girls were impressed again at the choice of restaurant. They went to 'Chez
Lui', the fanciest restaurant in town.
The
food was delicious but horribly expensive. Buffy felt guilty again that Spike
had spent so much money on her and her friends for tonight. But she couldn't
help feeling tickled that he wanted to treat her like a queen. She reminded
herself not to get used to the finer things. Spike would go broke in no time if
he did this often.
The
couples shared flirty glances and held hands during the meal.
Then
it was back to the limo and on to the Prom itself.
Buffy
hooked her arm around Spike's and held her head up high as they entered the
revamped gym. She looked at him and smiled. Other prom-goers' heads turned as the
three couples strolled in. They all looked elegant and good together.
Especially Buffy and Spike. Some of the other girls were turning positively
green with envy that Buffy had somehow snagged Mr. Giles' hot son.
Harmony
was enraged. Her eyes burned into them as they passed by her. Angel, her date,
was looking a bit angry too. He hadn't thought Buffy would even be attending.
And now she was here with Giles' son? The guy had to be in his twenties! Angel
couldn't resist messing with her.
"Hey,
Buffy!" Angel said catching up with the blonde couple.
Buffy
rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Angel?"
"You
look real nice." He said leering at her expensive, form-fitting dress.
"I didn't think you were seeing anyone." Angel looked down his nose
at Spike.
Spike
looked at Angel with a smug expression, he could see that the wanker was
jealous that Buffy was his girl now.
"Yeah,
well I am." Buffy replied. "Spike and I have been seeing each other
for awhile now."
"What's
the matter, Spike, if that is your real name, can't get a date with
someone your own age? You have to go trolling after high school girls?"
Angel chuckled.
Spike's
jaw tensed. Buffy squeezed his arm. She didn't want them to start fighting, not
tonight.
"Piss
off, Peaches. You aren't going to spoil this for Buffy, you git." Spike
said, trying to keep his temper in check.
"You
know what? I don't believe you two are actually a couple. I think poor little
Buffy couldn't get a date and went crying to Giles. What was it, Buff? Did you
have to pay him to bring you? Or did he do it as a favor to his dad?"
Spike
started forward with his fists and jaw clenched, but Buffy held onto his arm
firmly.
"Go
to Hell, Angel. You can believe anything you want. I don't give a shit. Why
don't you go pay some attention to your date." Buffy glanced at
Harmony stewing in her own juices a few feet away from them. "Come on,
Spike, let's dance." Buffy tugged him away from her ex-boyfriend.
Spike
reluctantly allowed her to lead him away. He really wanted a piece of that pillock,
but reminded himself not to do anything to ruin the evening. If Angel kept it
up though, he'd ask him to step out into the parking lot. No one talked to his
woman like that, especially not in front of him, and got away with it.
Once
they started to dance, Buffy's arms around his neck, his arms around her waist,
it was easy to forget that they had been upset by Angel's comments. All that
faded away as they gazed into each other's eyes and moved their bodies to the
music.
They
danced to song after song; their friends coming up and saying what a great time
they were having from time to time.
"Hey,
guys." Oz said as he and Willow approached the blondes. "I'm going to
sit in with the band on this one." Oz winked at Spike.
Buffy
furrowed her brow.
"Great.
Can't wait to hear you play." Spike said.
"Spike,
could you help me set up?" Oz asked.
"Sure."
Spike turned and gave Buffy as kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right back,
pet."
Oz
and Spike left for the stage.
Cordelia
joined her two girlfriends. "You guys having a good time?" She asked.
"I'm
having an amazing time!" Willow exclaimed. "Everything has just been
so perfect!"
"Me
too." Buffy smiled. "It's even better than I thought it would be.
Spike looks so hot! And he's been so romantic and attentive...I wish tonight
would never end. It's like a dream..."
"Xander's
been kind of nervous for a while. I don't know what's bothering him..."
Cordy wondered.
Devon,
the lead singer of the 'Dingoes' tapped on the microphone.
"Hey,
everyone having a good time tonight?" He asked the teens.
The
room erupted in applause and whoops.
"Great!
Okay, we're going to do a something a little different in a minute. Three guys,
one of which is our regular bassist, Oz - "
Some
of the crowd whistled and hollered at the mention of Oz's name. His cool
demeanor and friendliness made him a favorite among the students at Sunnydale
High.
"Yeah,
Oz is one cool dude." Devon laughed. "Anyway, Oz and a couple of his
friends want to do a number for you with the 'Dingoes' assistance. So let's
hear it for Oz, Xander and Spike!"
Buffy,
Cordy and Willow looked at the stage with their mouths hanging open as their
boyfriends took their places on stage. Oz had his bass, Spike had an electric
guitar strapped on, Xander had to settle with a tambourine (he didn't know how
to play an actual instrument, so it was either the tambourine or the triangle).
Devon went to the piano and sat down, cracking his knuckles.
"Evening,
everyone." Spike said into the microphone. "I hope you'll indulge us
for a few minutes. My mates Oz and Xander and I would like to do a song for you
dedicated to our lovely dates. Cordelia Chase," Spike pointed to Cordy,
"Willow Rosenberg," he pointed to the furiously blushing Willow,
"and last, but certainly not least, Buffy Summers." He smiled.
"The song is 'Maybe I'm Amazed' by Sir Paul McCartney. It came out
a little before your times, but it's an awesome tune. It pretty much sums up
how we feel. This is for you, ladies."
Spike
turned back to the band, counting to the start of the song.
Buffy,
Cordy and Willow squealed and hurried up to the edge of the stage. They looked
up at their respective boyfriends and bounced on their heels with excitement.
Devon
started playing the piano softly.
Spike
leaned into the microphone and sang along with the piano while looking into
Buffy's grinning, upturned face:
Baby,
I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time,
And maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you.
Maybe
I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time,
You hung me on the line.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.
The
other instruments kicked in. Xander and Oz provided the backup singing, which
consisted of, "Ahh's".
Baby,
I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand.
Maybe
I'm a man,
Maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me.
Baby, won't you help me to understand?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah.
Spike
pursed his lips as he played the guitar during the instrumental part.
Buffy
was light-headed and giddy. Her heart felt ready to burst with joy at the words
he was singing to her. She held Willow's hand tightly as she stared at the
blonde, God-like being that was her boyfriend.
'I
am soooo going to jump him when he's done! Could he BE any hotter?! That's my
frickin' boyfriend! Yay, me!!' Buffy thought.
Spike
was pleased that the girls were enjoying the performance. Buffy looked so
elegant, so beautiful, so thrilled at this surprise that he, Oz and Xander had
cooked up. His heart leapt in his chest. He hoped that the song conveyed to her
how much she meant to him and how lucky he knew that he was to have her. He
wanted to put that blissful look on her face permanently.
Spike
continued to sing in a rough voice:
Baby,
I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand.
Baby,
I'm a man,
And maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me.
Baby, won't you help me to understand?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah.
Maybe
I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time,
And maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you.
Maybe
I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song,
You right me when I'm wrong-
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.
Oh,
Oh,
Oh, Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh,
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo,
Won't you help me to understand?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah.
Buffy,
Willow and Cordy were swaying and swooning to the music. They were joined at
the edge of the stage by several other girls who looked similarly enraptured by
the performers.
Lucky
bitches! Many of the other girls thought as they watched Spike play his
instrument.
Spike
sang the last few verses:
Maybe
I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand.
Baby,
I'm a man,
You're the only woman who could ever help me.
Won't you help me to understand?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah.
Oh,
maybe I'm amazed,
Maybe I'm amazed,
Yeah, maybe I'm amazed,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, maybe I'm amazed,
I'm amazed with you.
Oo
-
Oo -
The
second the song came to an end, the crowd broke out in applause, whooping and
whistling. The couples who had been dancing to the song smiled and clapped too.
Buffy and her girlfriends applauded the loudest, jumping up and down.
Spike
smirked and removed the guitar, placing it against the drum kit. He went over
to Devon and shook his hand before coming back to the front of the stage and
jumping down in front of Buffy. Buffy put her arms around his neck and pulled
him against her for a heated kiss.
Oz
and Xander went to their girlfriends and got the same treatment.
Angel
and Harmony were grinding their teeth in anger. Angel didn't want Buffy
anymore, but he wanted her to pine after him...not look like the cat who ate
the canary. Spike must be the guy she said was better in bed than him. Yeah,
right! As if!
Harmony
was ready to claw Buffy's eyes out. She knew that Buffy wanted Spike for
herself, that's why Buffy threw that drink on her at The Bronze.
After dancing to a few more songs, the three couples decided to cut out. The
girls couldn't keep their hands off their dates, they were feeling extremely
amorous after the very public and unexpected declaration of their feelings.
They
all piled into the limo.
"Where
to now?" Buffy asked, cuddling against Spike's chest.
'Somewhere
with a nice, big bed I hope!' Buffy smiled.
"Now
it's back to my house." Spike replied, stroking Buffy's back. "There
are enough - bedrooms for all of us, and the guys and I prepared some
refreshments ahead of time."
"You
guys thought of everything!" Willow grinned. "Tonight's been so
special." She kissed Oz.
"I
almost died when I saw you up on the stage!" Cordy laughed and kissed Xander.
"You're just full of surprises."
"Unfortunately,
I can't play an instrument to save my life." Xander said with regret.
"So, I got stuck with the Davy Jones-tambourine work." He pouted.
"You
were great, baby." Cordy purred.
When they got back to Spike's house, Spike opened a bottle of Dom Perignon.
They were underage, but it wouldn't do any harm since they were all staying the
night at his place.
The
guys had cleared a large space in the middle of the living room for more
dancing, the lights were turned down low to create a more romantic atmosphere.
A selection of songs about love and romance had been programmed into the CD
player.
The
couples held each other close and gently swayed back and forth.
"Spike?"
Buffy had her head resting on his shoulder.
"Yes,
luv?"
"Thank
you for tonight. It was so perfect, so beautiful." She said dreamily.
"My
pleasure. I'm glad I could make you happy. That's all I ever want to do from
now on."
"Spike?"
"Hmmm?"
"Could
we - go upstairs - like right now?" Buffy asked, her body was screaming
for him.
Spike
smirked and pulled back to look at her.
"I
thought you'd never ask." He pressed his lips against hers.
"Let's
go!" Buffy exhaled.
"It's
been fun, guys." Spike said taking Buffy's hands and heading for the
stairs. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight!"
The others said to the retreating couple.
Buffy
was about to open the door to his bedroom when Spike put his hand over hers.
"What?"
She asked, perplexed.
"Wait
here." Spike grinned.
He
gave her a quick kiss and slipped into the bedroom, closing the door behind
him.
Buffy
waited, getting more impatient by the minute. She tapped her foot.
After
a few minutes, she spoke up, "Spike! Come on! We don't have all
night!"
Spike
opened the door a little and poked his head out.
"Actually,
we do." He smirked and opened the door all the way.
Buffy
walked in slowly. There were lit candles on every available surface, casting
shadows on the walls. The bed was covered in cream-colored silk sheets, rose
petals were strewn on top of the sheets. Soft music played on the stereo.
"Spike
- this is wonderful."
"Glad
you like it, pet." He purred, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms
around her waist.
Spike
kissed her bare shoulder, making her shudder.
"There's
something else I bought for you in the bathroom. Why don't you go ahead and
check it out. I'll wait for you here." Spike kissed her neck.
"O-okay..."
Buffy said breathily.
Spike
released her then she headed to the bathroom. When she turned on the light and
closed the door, she saw a clothing box sitting on the sink. She quickly went
over and opened it.
Inside
the box was a white, silk peignoir with a matching feather-trimmed,
floor-length robe. It looked just like the kind she'd expect to see on movie
stars from the 30's and 40's. It was so glamorous and sexy, she couldn't wait
to put it on.
"Yoo-hoo..." Buffy sing-songed.
Spike
held his breath and turned around when the bathroom door opened again. Buffy
slid a hand up the doorframe, dropped the robe off one shoulder and looked at
him with a seductive smile. The light from the bathroom made her nightgown
diaphanous. Spike could see the shapes of her legs and the V they made at the
juncture of her thighs clearly through the gown.
"You
look beautiful, Buffy." Spike swallowed hard.
Buffy
was trying to play the cool seductress, but seeing him dressed only in those
yummy blue, satin pajama bottoms and robe again had her heart hammering in her
chest.
"I
- see you changed too." Buffy said, licking her dry lips.
"Mmm-hmm."
Spike smiled and held his hand out to her.
Buffy
slunk over to him. They put their arms around each other and began a soulful
and thorough kiss. They slowly removed the robes from the other's body, letting
them drop to the floor. Spike guided her to the bed and gently eased her down
onto it. Buffy moved up the bed while maintaining the kiss. Spike covered her
body with his. Their hands glided and whispered over the other's skin and the
smooth, cool silk of their garments.
"Let's
never fight again." Buffy panted when they broke for air. "I love
you, Spike."
"Love
you too, pet. The fighting isn't good, but the making up part is..." Spike
kissed her throat then trailed kisses onto her chest.
"Make
love to me, Spike." Buffy gasped, running her hands through his hair.
"As
you wish." Spike went back to her lips, kissing her passionately.
They'd
both missed this contact desperately during the last two days. Making love at
least once a day now was a must, it was as natural as breathing or blinking.
When they didn't get their fixes, they got - cranky.
Spike
reached behind her neck to untie the strips that held the top of her peignoir
up. He pulled at it until it was down to her waist, her torso was now bare and
open to his inspection. His mouth and hands immediately set to work on her
tits: laving them with his tongue and kneading them gently.
"Ahhh-Mmmm,
Spike!" Buffy mewled. "Want you!"
Spike
got to his knees and slid the peignoir down and off her body. He dropped it
over the side of the bed. He slowly pulled on the tie that kept his pants up.
Buffy
watched raptly, she reached out and stroked a hand up and down his thigh. Spike
got off the bed and stood up, sliding the pants down his legs and stepping out
of them. He panther-crawled back onto the bed and hovered above her. She ran
her hands up and down his strong arms as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"I
want you. No foreplay. I have to have you now." Buffy said succinctly.
Her
pussy throbbed and ached to feel him buried inside of her again. Spike settled
between her thighs, licking and sucking along her jugular. Buffy bent her knees
and pressed them against his hips, her feet ran up and down the backs of his
thighs.
Spike
slowly slid his turgid length into Buffy's fiery depths. Once he was fully
encased in her sheath, they laid together, petting and caressing the other's
flesh. They cherished being reconnected in every way after what seemed to be an
eternity.
Spike
propped himself up on his forearms, so that he could watch her face while they
fucked. He loved watching the emotions play over her face, to watch her mouth
open and close as she gasped. He began to move in and out of her shallowly.
Buffy
tilted her head back, her hands moved up his arms to his shoulders.
"Yes
- Ohhh - Spike - Ohhhh!" Buffy moaned.
Spike
dipped his head and licked at her throat. His thrusts changed, becoming longer
and deeper.
"I
missed you, pet." Spike said roughly, kissing a path back to her lips.
"Tonight
was so wonderful - Ahhhh - Never fight with you again!" Buffy hummed.
"Buffy
- I can't hold back - Need to cum inside you!" Spike panted, breaking the
kiss.
Their
faces were inches apart.
"Yes
- Want to feel you cum - I need to cum too! Fuck me, Spike!" Buffy gulped
in air.
Spike's
hips moved faster. Buffy raised her knees more, tilting her pelvis to allow him
to go deeper. She clutched at him when she felt him lifting off and pulling out
of her pussy.
"Spike!
Please don't stop!" Buffy begged, reaching for him.
Spike
put his hands under her knees and held them up while he bent down and slid his
tongue along her slit.
"OOOHHH
- AHHH!" Buffy thrashed her head from side to side.
Spike
continued wriggling his tongue in and around her cunt, he wanted to cum bad,
but he needed to taste her sweet pussy-juice first. He felt himself getting
closer and closer to blast off with every stroke of his tongue. He locked his
lips around her clit and sucked on it while flicking the head with his tongue.
"OOOOHHHH!
YES! - SPIKE! - OHH GOD - CUMMING!!" Buffy's hips bucked.
Spike
removed his mouth and moved back up her body quickly, hooking his arms under
her knees and sliding his cock back into her hole just as she was beginning to
spasm. He pistoned his hips hard and fast, ramming into her.
"AHHH!
BUFFY!" Spike gasped, throwing his head back as the orgasm gripped his
body.
The
lovers moved against each other, panting and moaning until they were spent.
Spike gave her a slow, wet kiss before moving off to the side. They laid like
that a moment, their eyes closed, smiles of fulfillment touching their lips.
Buffy
groaned and rolled over to lay her head on his shoulder. She placed a soft kiss
to the crook of his neck. Spike smiled more broadly and slid his left arm under
her body, bringing it around to her back. His hand caressed the small of her
back.
"Now,
that's what I'm talkin' about! That's the stuff! Buffy breathed, running
her hand over his pecs.
Spike
chuckled. "Mmmm - I have to agree with you there."
The
other couples in the house were experiencing much the same thing in the other
bedrooms. The evening had been everything that they all could have hoped for.
Chapter 9
[A/N: There's a lot of angsty and sad doin's a' transpirin' in this chapter.
Hang in there, gentle reader!]
A week after the Prom was graduation. The students and their families all
gathered on the lawn of Sunnydale High for the open air ceremony.
When
Buffy's name was mentioned, her cheering section hooted and clapped.
Spike
stood up, whistled loudly and shouted, "That's my girl! You did it, babe!
Yeah, Buffy!"
Buffy
giggled and blushed as she accepted her diploma from a dour-looking Principal
Snyder.
She
and Spike had grown closer than ever since Prom night. He had been a jerk at
first about taking her to the dance, but he'd more than made up for it. Buffy
had talked with her girlfriends about it, and she realized that, yes, Spike was
amazing and wonderful, but he was still human, he was still a guy. He'd mess up
occasionally. She could deal with that. Especially if the making it up to her
was as spectacular as the whole Prom thing and the week since then had been.
The
only thing that marred the day for Buffy was that her father was once again
MIA. He'd sent a bouquet of flowers and had a brand new TV/VCR combo delivered
to her house, along with his regrets. Apparently, Vicki had some kind of crisis
again. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But Buffy could easily settle for having her
best friends, her Mom, Giles and of course, Spike as her support system.
The
rest of the day was spent partying and having fun. The graduates were elated to
finally be out of high school or 'the Hell Mouth' as they called it.
As
a graduation present, Spike took Buffy on a shopping trip to buy new clothes
for college in the Fall and a weekend at a quaint little Bed and Breakfast up
the coast. Needless to say, Buffy approved.
A few weeks passed.
Buffy
was at Spike's house almost non-stop. They had discussed the possibility of her
moving in with him instead of the dorms, but they hadn't come to a decision.
Buffy thought that maybe she'd need to live on campus to be closer to her
classes, but the temptation to actually live with her lover was great.
Willow,
Oz, Xander and Cordy were frequent guests at Spike's place, too. They hung out
and watched movies, played games, swam in the pool (Cordy and Willow couldn't
help giggling a little every time they saw the pool) and spent the night at
least once a week.
The
gang made sure to be at The Bronze whenever Spike performed to support him. He
was playing there more often to bring in extra money. He still had a healthy
bank account thanks to his previous escorting jobs, but that money wouldn't
last forever.
Spike
was also trying to write more often. Buffy would give him some quiet time to
work on his poetry and short stories. She'd bring him something to drink or a
snack while he worked at his computer in his den. He looked so adorable with his
wire-frame glasses on that she ended up straddling him on his desk chair and
ravishing him more than a few times. Spike would always smirk and tell her that
he was due for a break anyway. There was nothing like a good shag to get the
'creative juices' flowing.
Things
were going well. Too well...
Spike sat in his living room with his and Buffy's friends. The only people
missing were Buffy herself and Joyce. Buffy was helping Joyce out at the
gallery tonight and would join the rest of them later.
Xander,
Willow, Oz, Cordy and Giles sat around talking and watching some Monty Python
DVD's.
The
doorbell rang.
Spike
got up and went to the door, a smile on his face. He was anxious for Buffy to
get back to him. They were doing a little better at being separated for short
periods of time.
When
he opened the door, the smile faded fast.
Druscilla,
his former lover, was standing there, a wide grin on her face. Her
waist-length, brown hair was perfectly coiffed, falling down her back in large
curls. She was wearing one of her typical outfits: ankle-length, red, velvet;
the bodice was laced up the front; her breasts were practically hiked up to her
chin; a pair of high-heeled ankle-boots completed her outfit.
"Hello,
Spike. (She pronounced it 'Spoike')
"Dru...what
- what are you doing here?" Spike asked, taken aback at seeing her again.
"What?
I can't pop in and say hello? May I come in?" She asked pushing past him,
not waiting for an invitation.
"Oh!
Are you having a party?" Dru said when she came into the living room and
saw the others.
She
grinned and clapped her hands together. Everyone looked at her, creasing their
brows.
"Uh
- kind of..." Spike muttered, following after her. "This really isn't
a good time..."
"Aren't
you going to introduce me, Spike?" Dru clucked her tongue and wagged a
finger at him. "That's very naughty and rude, my Spike. Bad dog!" She
growled and snapped her jaws at him.
"Uh
- hey, Spike...who's your friend?" Xander asked slowly.
The
woman seemed to be - off - a little bit. Not playin' with a full deck...
"This
is - uh - Druscilla. She's a - an old friend I met while I lived in New
York." Spike ran a hand through his hair.
He
didn't want Dru around his dad and friends. She was part of his old life, not
the new one that he was building with Buffy. And it seemed like Dru hadn't lost
her love of the drug-scene yet. She looked higher than a kite. Her pupils
looked huge in her wide brown eyes.
"Friend?"
Dru laughed. "We were much more than that, pet!" She looked at Giles.
"Is this your Da? I remember you showing me that picture of the two of
you."
"Yeah
- Dru, this is my father - Rupert." Spike said, he was frantically trying
to think of how to get her out of here.
"Pleasure
to meet you, Rupert. Such a manly name, Rupert is." Dru sing-songed.
"Erm,
yes...nice - to meet you as well..." Giles didn't like the looks of her at
all.
Dru
scanned the girls' faces. "Is one of these lovely, young girls your lover,
Spike?"
Cordy
and Willow didn't like the tone of Dru's voice when she asked that. It held a
threatening and dangerous quality.
"That's
- none of your bloody business, Dru! I - think you should leave." Spike
said firmly.
"But
I've only just arrived." Dru said, strolling over to the couch and
settling down into it next to Xander.
Xander
leaned away from her a bit, smiling politely.
"Well,
I figured that you must have a special someone in your life for you to quit on
me. And after I chatted up the other owners about how good you were,
too. Made me look bad, it did..." Dru smiled, scratching her long red
nails lazily along the arm of the couch.
Dru
had been enraged when she heard that Spike wasn't going to work at the escort
service in L.A. He was one of the best in the field and she hoped to re-ignite their
passion while he was there. She'd missed him too much since they broke up. She
knew that it had to be some spotty chit that was making him change his ways.
She vowed to fix that situation, fast.
Spike's
face tightened, the color was rapidly draining from his face.
'Oh
God! She's going to tell everyone! I have to stop her before she says it!' Spike
thought.
"Leave,
Dru! Get out!" He panicked.
"What's
the matter, luv? Oh - don't your good friends know what you used to do for a
living?"
"I
think you should do as he asked, and leave, young lady." Giles said.
He
had never met Dru before, but he'd certainly heard enough to know he didn't
like her. Not one bit.
When
Dru only laughed in response, Spike went over and took her by the arm, lifting
her off the couch.
Dru
squirmed out of his grasp.
"Ouch!"
She pouted and rubbed at her arm. "Not fair to manhandle me, my Spike.
You're so much bigger than me."
Spike
held up his hands, he didn't want to hurt her.
"Just
go, Dru. I'm not yours anymore."
"That's
true..." Dru grinned evilly. "You were anyone's for quite some
time, weren't you? Well, anyone's who had a few thousand pounds to spend on
your services, anyway."
"Shut
up." Spike whispered, his blood turning to ice water.
"Just
what are you insinuating?" Giles said gruffly, standing up.
Dru
giggled. "Spike used to be the leading male escort in all of New
York."
"Shut
your bloody gob!" Spike shouted, his world collapsing around his ears.
"Oh,
Spike! Don't have a thrombo, luv! I can see the vein throbbing in your
temple... I'm not insinuating anything, Rupert. Spike was an escort for hire
for - what was it, luv? A little over a year?"
Nobody
knew what to say. Spike's reaction was enough to tell them that it was true.
"Spike..."
Xander said carefully. "You were really - a - a - "
"Man-whore?"
Dru helpfully supplied. "Yes, he most certainly was. And he was quite
good at his craft too. There are women with smiles permanently plastered on
their faces from his skill at or- "
Spike
had had enough. He grabbed Dru by the arm and dragged her to the front door. He
opened it and shoved her outside.
"Ow!
That wasn't very nice, pet! I'm very cross with you."
"Get
out and stay out, you sodding bitch. Don't ever come round here again. Do you
hear me?!" Spike clenched his teeth.
Dru
laughed. "Ah well, it was fun to see you again. If you're ever in L.A.,
give me a jingle."
With
that she turned and walked away, still giggling like a madwoman.
Spike
shut the door and leaned his forehead against it. He took some deep breaths to
keep from running away. He didn't want to face his friends - or his father.
Especially not his father... Spike wouldn't be able to outright lie to them
now. He wouldn't be able to deny it to their faces. Dru had ruined everything.
Spike
made his way back to the living room, dragging his feet like he was headed to
his own execution.
Everyone
was looking anywhere but at him. Except for Giles. Giles' eyes were shiny, his
mouth was set in a hard line.
"I'm
- sorry about that..." Spike said quietly. "She's a bit - she's not
well..."
"Is
what she said true, William?" Giles prayed that it wasn't.
Spike
looked away in shame.
"Dear
Lord..." Giles gasped. "How - why - what the Devil is wrong with
you!?"
"I'm
not doing it anymore, alright?!" Spike yelled, getting defensive.
"I'm through with that."
"Does
Buffy know about - this? How could you do such a thing? You turned tricks for a
living?" Giles was aghast and in complete shock. "That's how you
could afford this house, isn't it?"
"I
- can't talk about this! Not now!"
"Well,
pardon me for wanting to hear what could possibly have driven you to
prostitution! Is that the way I raised you?!"
"You
didn't raise me!" Spike shouted. "You were hardly ever bloody there!
Mum had to carry most of the burden. You were too busy with your bloody
university tutorials to give me a second bleedin' thought!"
"That's
not true!" Giles yelled. "You're saying that this is all my
fault?!"
"Bloody
hell! NO! That's not what I'm fucking saying!" Spike paced.
The
others' looked at each other. As one, they stood up.
"Uh
- we'd better - we should go..." Xander said nervously. "I'm - uh -
I'm sorry that... Call me tomorrow, okay man?" Xander put his hand on
Spike's shoulder, giving him a supportive squeeze.
Spike
looked at Xander with bright eyes and nodded. "Yeah...I'll - do
that."
The
friends filed out of the house quickly and piled into Xander's car. They didn't
want to be anywhere near the argument between father and son.
They
were shocked to find out that Spike had been - a call boy, male prostitute,
gigolo - whatever the correct term was. But, they had gotten to know him quite
well in the past month. He was a good guy and he made Buffy deliriously happy,
he couldn't be all bad. They were all worried what Buffy would do when she
found out. Did she already know?
Truth
be told, Xander was a little envious of Spike's former vocation. What teenage
boy didn't think about how cool it would be for women to actually pay them for
sex. That was the stuff wet dreams were made of.
The
foursome decided to just drive for a while and talk about what happened, and
how to deal with it.
After
the teens left, Giles and Spike continued their extremely awkward and
off-putting conversation.
"You
don't have to bloody say it, alright? I know I'm an embarrassment to you. I
know it was a stupid thing to do. You don't have to tell me."
"How
could you lower yourself like that? How could you degrade yourself?" Giles
asked with disgust.
"I
didn't sleep with all of them. Sometimes all they wanted to do is talk - "
"I
don't want to hear the bloody details!" Giles ran a hand through his
thinning hair.
"What
do you want me to say?! I'm sorry, okay? I never wanted you to find out about
it."
"I
can't believe you, William. I can't believe you did something like that. And
not just once, not twice, but continuously for over a year!"
Spike
kicked at the couch in frustration. "I'm - fucking - sorry! But it was my
life, it seemed like a good idea at the time - "
"Seemed
like a good idea?! For God's sake, William! How could that
possibly..." Giles put his hands over his face.
In
a lower voice he said, "I'm glad your mother isn't alive to hear
this...she would be so very disappointed in you."
Spike
swallowed hard, a tear leaked from his eye.
"Thanks.
Thanks for that. I wasn't feeling quite guilty or miserable enough. Thanks for
bringing Mum into it. Now I'm that much closer to crippling depression."
His voice cracked.
Spike
pictured his mother with a sad frown, shaking her head at him. The thought of
her being upset with or disappointed in him was gut-wrenching.
"Do
you think she'd be pleased? Do you think she'd approve?" Giles kept at
him.
"Just
- go. I want to be alone." Spike said quietly.
"No.
I'm not going anywhere. Not until we've discussed your bad judgment
thoroughly."
"Fine.
Then I'll bloody leave!" Spike yelled.
He
stormed to the front door and grabbed his car keys off the table by the
entrance.
"William!
Get back in here!" Giles demanded. "Stop acting like a child!"
"Sod
off!" Spike growled and exited the house, slamming the door behind him.
Spike
climbed into the Desoto and started it up, tearing out of the driveway and down
the street. His mind was mired down by the events of the last - was it only 10
minutes ago that Dru had blurted out the truth about his past? He needed time
alone to collect his thoughts.
Forty-five minutes after Spike left, Buffy showed up.
She
walked in the front door and walked to the living room.
"Sorry
I'm - " Buffy looked around, Giles was sitting at the bar with a glass of
Scotch in his hand. "Where is everyone?"
Giles
rubbed his forehead. "They left."
"Why?
Where's Spike? I didn't see his car."
Giles
sighed. "Buffy...I have something to tell you...it's - shocking. You
should sit down."
Buffy
went to the couch and dropped down, her eyes were wide.
"Giles
- you're scaring me! What's wrong? What happened?"
If
anything had happened to Spike...she couldn't even bear the thought...
"An
- old acquaintance of William's was here earlier...Druscilla."
Buffy's
eyes narrowed. Spike's old girlfriend was here? What did that bitch want?
"And?"
Buffy asked.
"She
told us - something about him...something that I never would have
believed."
"What
did she say? Spit it out, Giles!" Buffy said impatiently.
But
she had a bad feeling about it.
"She
said that William was - he used to be - an escort..." Giles said gently.
"He was paid to - take women on dates."
Buffy
took a deep breath. "I already knew."
Giles'
eyes widened. "You knew? And - it didn't bother you?"
"Yes.
It bothered me a little bit. But he didn't do it anymore after we were
together...so I don't care. It doesn't change how I feel about him. The only
reason that bitch came here is because he quit the job he was supposed to start
in L.A. She wanted to get back at him I guess. Oh, I wish she was here right
now! I'd wring her scrawny fucking neck!" Buffy fumed.
Giles
was speechless.
"She
had no right to tell you that!" Buffy stood up and paced. "Did she
say that in front of everyone?"
Giles
nodded.
"Oh
God! Spike must be humiliated! Why couldn't I have been here?! Damn it!"
Buffy picked up a glass from the coffee table and threw it across the room,
where it shattered against the wall.
Her
bloodlust and anger for Dru made her blood boil, she literally saw red. She
took some deep breaths and turned back to a startled Giles.
"I
have to find him. Where did he go?"
"I
- don't know. I'm sure he'll be back eventually. You should - wait here for
him."
Buffy
paced around. Spike was out there somewhere by himself. It tore her up inside.
"Did
you yell at him? ‘Cause I'm so going to kick your ass if you did!"
"Did
I yell - of course I yelled!" Giles said hotly. "I just found out
that my son was involved in the flesh trade! Forgive me if I took objection to
that!"
Buffy
tried getting her emotions under control. Giles did have a right to be upset.
She went over to where he was sitting at the bar and pulled up a stool.
"Giles...I
know it's hard to - digest - but - he made a lot of lonely women very
happy." She said gently.
"I
don't want to even think about that!" Giles took off his glasses and
polished them furiously.
"It's
true. He made them feel desirable, he made them feel adored...even if it was
just for one night. He treated them like Queens for the day."
Giles
looked down.
"Spike
was in a confused place after he and Druscilla broke up." Buffy ground out
the name of his ex between clenched teeth. "She messed with his head
pretty good. He was feeling low, really low. He was offered the escorting job
and took it. At the time, he didn't feel particularly good about himself. So,
it helped him get his self-esteem back, Dru's behavior almost destroyed it.
Please, don't be too hard on him..."
"I
didn't know - it had been so difficult for him. I should have talked to him
more often...if he needed help - I would've been there for him..." Giles
said abjectly. "But, I didn't want to bother him - I always waited until
he contacted me."
Buffy
rubbed Giles' arm.
"It
was hard for him. But - he's better now. He's got me. Don't blame yourself for
his decisions. It had nothing to do with you or how good of a father you were.
Spike was - in a bad place emotionally. He needed the boost to his ego that
being with those women gave him, just as much as they needed the same from
him."
Giles
slowly nodded. "I'll - try. It's just - so..."
"I
know. It'll take time for you to accept. Don't treat him like - just don't
treat him bad. You're the only parent he's got and he really wants you to be
proud of him. He was terrified that you'd find out what he used to do for a
living. He thought you'd hate him if you knew."
"When
he comes back - I promise I won't argue with him. I'll tell him that I still
love him. I wouldn't want him to think that I didn't. He's my boy. I love him
more than life itself. I just feel that I've failed him."
Buffy
looked at Giles sympathetically and held his hand.
Spike drove around aimlessly for another hour. Finally, he was starting to calm
down and think straight.
"Buffy
will probably be at the house by now. I should go back..."
He
knew that being enfolded in Buffy's arms would make him feel better. He smiled
just imagining it: laying in bed with her; her arms wrapped around him; she'd
stroke his hair and kiss him.
"So
they know...so what? If - they're really my friends, it won't matter... And
Dad...if he can get over seeing me and Buffy fucking, he can get over this...I
hope."
Spike
drove along, looking for a place to turn around. He was about to pull into a
parking lot of a pizza place.
He
didn't see the truck barreling towards him until the very last second.
Spike's
eyes widened. "OH SHIT!!"
He
turned the steering wheel hard to the right.
But
it was too late.
"What the hell was that?!" Cordelia yelled and jumped at the sound of
a crash followed by the screeching of metal.
The
four friends had driven around a while then decided to stop into Pop's
Pizzeria. They hadn't had much of an appetite though. They were too concerned
about what had happened at Spike's place earlier.
"Shit!
I think someone had an accident!" Xander said, getting up and running to
the entrance.
He
looked out the window. A large, blue 4X4 truck was idling near the guardrail.
The front end looked smashed in, smoke rose from under the hood. A few
bystanders stopped and stared.
"I'm
going to go see if someone needs help, Cordy, call an ambulance in case
someone's hurt." Xander said bravely.
Oz
and Willow hurried outside with Xander. They stood on the sidewalk next to a
short, dark-haired man in his mid- to late twenties.
"Hey,
did you see what happened?" Xander asked the man.
"Yeah...man,
that was some fucked up shit!" The man exclaimed. "I was standing
right here, I saw the whole thing. The guy in the truck must be drunk or crazy
or somethin'...he was flyin' through here doin' maybe 80 or 90, with his
fucking headlights off! The guy in the DeSoto never had a chance..."
"DeSoto?"
Willow asked nervously.
Spike
was the only person she knew that owned one of those...but it couldn't have
been him. They'd left him back at his house almost 2 hours ago.
"What
- did the DeSoto look like?" Xander asked, a sense of dread washing over
him.
"It's
black, mint-condition, it used to be anyway, it's a '63 or '65, I'm not sure
which... The truck hit it and it went through the guardrail over there. I heard
it rolling down the hill." The man looked at them. "Man, I hope you
didn't know that guy..."
"Did
the driver have blonde hair?" Oz asked, squeezing Willow's hand.
"Yeah...he
had short, blonde hair, kind of - spiky. I got a quick look at him because he
was slowing down, I think he was looking for somewhere to pull over."
"Oh
God! It's Spike! It has to be!" Willow panicked.
"Come
on, let's see if he needs help!" Xander said, running across the street to
the broken and twisted guardrail.
Willow
and Oz were right behind him. Xander skidded to a stop in front of the rail and
looked down. Smoke was billowing up out of the DeSoto. It was laying on it's
roof, the wheels spinning in vain.
"Oh
God!" Xander said in shock.
Spike
had to be really fucked up. There was no way he was going to come out of this
with just a few bumps and bruises.
"Oh,
shit! The gas tank!" Oz said, pointing to the flames that began shooting
out from the back end of the car.
"We
have to get him out!" Xander yelled, beginning to make his way down the
hill.
After
he'd taken only a few steps, the flames became more intense. The entire back
end was engulfed. There was no way Xander could effect a rescue in time.
Willow
and Oz realized this and grabbed for Xander. They each took one of his arms and
dragged him backwards.
"Xander,
NO! It's going to explode! You'll get caught in it!" Willow screamed.
Xander
struggled against them, trying to get down the hill.
"He's
going to die in there if we don't do - "
Xander
was cut off by the explosion. The three of them were blown backwards slightly
by the force. Fire and smoke shot up from the car. Night turned into day from
the brightness of the fire. Some debris rained down on them.
Willow
screamed, Oz covered her body with his to shield her.
"Oh
God, NO!" Willow cried. "He's dead!"
Xander
stood on his shaky legs, looking at the inferno in disbelief. The whine of
sirens could be heard in the distance, getting closer.
"I
- tried...I tried to - I wasn't quick enough..."
"Whoa!"
Someone said from behind them.
Xander
turned to see the man who had been driving the truck standing there, looking
blankly down at the fiery wreck he'd caused. The man's nose and mouth were
bloodied, but other than that he seemed to be fine. Xander walked slowly
towards the man. When he got within a few feet, he was hit with the telltale
smell of alcohol. It emanated out from the man's body in waves. He was drunk.
Xander's parents had gotten blotto often enough for him to recognize it.
Xander
grabbed the man by the collar of his t-shirt and shook him.
"You
sonuvabitch! You're fucking drunk! You killed him!" Spit flew from
Xander's mouth as he shook the drunk. "You killed him!"
Oz
and Willow grabbed Xander and tore him away from the man.
"Xander,
don't!" Willow yelled.
"Come
on, man!" Oz struggled to hold on to Xander's arm.
Cordy
came running up to them.
"What's
going on? Is everyone alright? I heard the explosion!" Cordy was
frightened.
"This
motherfucker couldn't sleep it off and he killed Spike!" Xander shouted.
"Wha
-what?" Cordy asked.
"Spike
was in the car - that exploded." Tears poured down Willow's face.
"Oh
my God..." Cordy put her hand over her mouth.
The
police and fire trucks started to arrive. A cop ran over to where Xander and
the others stood.
"Hey,
you people step back!" The cop commanded.
"He
killed our friend!" Xander shouted, his face contorted with anguish and
rage. "He was drunk off his ass and still got behind the wheel!"
The
cop took a whiff of the truck's driver and grimaced.
"Let's
get you checked out by the EMT's." The cop took the drunk by the arm, none
too gently, and led him away to an ambulance.
"I
didn't even see the guy..." The drunk said, "He came - out of
nowhere!"
The
grief-stricken group moved back across the street and stood in front of the
pizza parlor. Firefighters prepared to douse the burning car.
"We
have to tell Giles and Buffy..." Willow sobbed. "It'll be hard it
hearing from anyone, but it might - be easier if it was one of us..."
Another
cop walked up to them.
"Did
you kids see what happened?"
"No.
We came out when we heard the accident." Oz said holding Willow against
him. "But we know the guy - in the other car."
The
cop gave them a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry."
The
cop had seen the wreck and the fire, he knew no one could have survived it.
"I'll
need some information from you about the victim."
The
girls cried harder at the word 'victim'.
"Officer,"
Oz said calmly, "is it okay if I stay and give the information, so that my
friends can leave?"
The
cop looked at their faces for a moment.
"Yeah,
that would be okay. You kids be careful going home."
Oz
gave Willow a kiss and separated from her. Xander put his arms around Cordelia
and Willow as they walked back to his car. They didn't know how they were going
to break the news to Giles and Buffy.
Spike groaned, and his eyes opened slowly. He squinted against the brightness
of the fire that was raging 20 feet away from him. Something wet ran into his
eyes, he tried to move a hand to wipe his eyes but found that he couldn't. He
blinked rapidly to clear his eyes. That helped a little, but everything he saw
was blurry and had a red cast to it.
'Blood?
Is it blood running into my eyes?'
The
heat was oppressive, the acrid smell of gasoline and burning rubber invaded his
nostrils. Spike's stomach turned. The roar of the fire was deafening.
He
couldn't remember how he came to be lying on his stomach on the ground for a
few minutes. Then it came back to him. The last thing he remembered was a blue
truck heading right for him, then the impact.
'Crazy
fucker smashed into me...I must've been thrown out of the car...' Spike
thought.
He
tried to move and gasped as agony wracked his body. He definitely had some
broken bones and it felt like he was being weighed down, being crushed from
above. Spike tried to pull in some air and panicked when he could only draw in
a small amount.
'Shit
- I can't breathe - I can't bloody move - shit - it hurts - Oh God - I'm really
fucked up...'
Spike
was able to turn his head slightly to look up at the edge that his car had
careened over. He thought he could make out some people standing near the edge
through the thick smoke.
Spike
tried to shout, "HELP!" But all that came out was a feeble, rasping,
wheezing sound. He tried crawling but stopped quickly when pain shot through
his body. He whimpered and clawed at the ground impotently. His brain was
getting foggier, darkness was seeping in around the edges of his consciousness.
'Am
I dying? I think I might be...'
The
pain started to fade.
'It's
not so bad...not as scary as I thought it would be...kind of nice...'
An
image of Buffy popped into his head. She was smiling and laughing. He'd never
get to see her smile again. She probably wouldn't be doing a lot of smiling for
awhile. The memory of her asking him never to leave her passed through his
muddled mind.
'I
can't help it, pet. I'd stay if I had a choice...God knows I would...
Spike
tried fighting against the need to close his eyes, but they kept fluttering
shut. He knew that one of these times he wouldn't be able to open them again,
they'd stay closed - for good. He had to resist the urge to go to sleep. He had
to stay alive for Buffy. But, the harder he fought, the more the darkness
closed in, until he didn't have the strength anymore.
Spike
coughed then groaned/whimpered from the pain it caused, his eyes rolled back.
Blood and spittle dribbled from his lips onto the ground.
'I'm
sorry, Buffy...I can't hang on, I tried... At least the last thing I'll see is
your face, even if you aren't really here...'
Loud
voices came from the top of the hill, they were getting closer. Did someone see
him? Were they coming to help him? Unfortunately, Spike couldn't stay awake to
find out. With what little energy he had left, he cursed his body's betrayal.
"Buffy"
Spike rasped out loud, wishing he could see her and touch her one more time.
His eyes closed and the blackness descended upon him totally, taking the pain
and sorrow with it.
Chapter 10
"Where is he?" Buffy paced around the room. "He didn't say where
he was going?"
"For
the hundredth time, no, he didn't say anything. He just stormed out."
Giles said testily.
He
was worried that Spike hadn't come back yet, too.
"Maybe...he
came back but saw that my car was still out front." Giles stood up.
"I should go, maybe he'll come back if I'm not here."
"Okay..."
Buffy said. "Maybe that would be best right now. You guys can talk
tomorrow after you've both had a good night's rest."
There
was a knock at the door.
It
was irrational, but when she heard the knock at the door, Buffy's mind said, 'Spike!
He's back!' She didn't stop to think that Spike wouldn't knock on his own
door. She was so worried about him that she wasn't thinking straight.
Buffy
ran to the door and flung it open.
Xander,
Cordelia and Willow stood there. The looks on their faces had Buffy feeling
ill. They had all been crying and they smelled like - smoke and gasoline?
"What
- happened? Are you guys okay?" Buffy asked worriedly.
"Buffy...can
we come in?" Xander asked in a soft voice.
Buffy
stepped back from the door. The three friends entered the living room.
"What
happened?!" Giles said when he saw them. He noticed that Oz was missing.
"Where's Oz? Did something - "
"Oz
is - okay." Willow mumbled, fresh tears filled her eyes. "It's not
Oz..."
"What's
going on!?" Buffy demanded, icy fingers of fear ran up and down her spine.
Something
horrible had happened.
"It's
- Spike." Xander said, his voice rough.
Buffy
and Giles could only stare.
"There
- was an accident..." Cordelia said.
"Accident?"
Buffy said, feeling faint.
"A
car accident." Willow sobbed. "His car got hit by a truck - Xander
wanted to go down the hill and get him out of the car but - "
"Spike
was in an accident!? Oh God! I - I have to go to him!" Buffy cried.
"Where is he? What hospital did they take him to?!"
Willow
cried harder and buried her face in Xander's shoulder.
"Where
is he?! Answer me, damn it!" Buffy was becoming hysterical.
"I'm
sorry - there wasn't time - I wanted to try and get him out..." Xander
hugged Willow.
Giles
walked to stand beside Buffy. The horror of what they were saying was slowly
dawning on him.
"The
gas tank - exploded. We didn't have time to get him out..." Cordy said
desolately.
"No...it's
- it's not true... You're lying!" Buffy's voice was becoming more shrill.
"I'd know if he - I'd know it! It's not true!"
"I
wish it wasn't, Buffy." Xander said. "I'm so sorry... Giles..."
"Where
is he? I have to see him!" Tears ran down Buffy's cheeks.
"We
left before - Oz stayed behind to talk to the police - to give them the
information... We thought you should hear this from us." Xander said.
"William."
Giles said, his eyes unfocused. "William's - dead?" His voice broke.
"Don't
say that!" Buffy whirled on Giles. "It's not true! He's not -
NO!"
The
grief and sadness she saw in Giles' eyes made it sink in to Buffy's
panic-stricken brain.
"No...no...noooo."
Buffy shook her head back and forth. "No - God - Please, no...NO!"
Buffy started wailing and collapsed onto her knees.
Her
body shook with the force of her sobs. Giles immediately dropped down beside
her and hugged her head to his chest.
"Please,
God - Don't let it be true! He can't be gone - NO!" Buffy latched onto
Giles.
“It’s
- my fault.” Giles said in horror and self-loathing. “If I would have left when
he told me to...Oh dear God...”
“No
- it’s not your fault. That bitch Druscilla did this! If she hadn’t come here -
I’ll kill her! I’ll kill that bitch!” Buffy yelled and sobbed. “Spiiike! Please
- don’t leave me!”
There
was a frantic knocking at the door.
"I'll
- I'll get it." Cordy said, wiping tears from her face.
When
Cordy opened the door, Oz was standing there with an excited look on his face.
"Cordy!
You won't believe what happened!" Oz said.
Buffy's
crying could be heard from inside.
Oz
rushed past Cordy and into the living room.
"Guys!
He's alive! Spike's alive!"
Buffy
and Giles looked up from the floor, not comprehending what Oz was saying.
"What?"
Xander asked. "How - how is that possible? We saw - "
"I
was talking to the cops when I heard that a fireman found someone down the
hill. He must've been thrown out of the car. He wasn't in it when it blew up! I
couldn‘t get close but I saw them putting him in the ambulance."
"He's
alive?" Buffy asked, still clutching onto Giles.
"Officer
Tunney brought me here." Oz said, gesturing to the black cop who was
walking into the living room.
"Mr.
Osbourne's right." The cop said. "A fireman did find a male Caucasian
at the bottom of the hill. He was still alive, but in bad shape. They took him
to Sunnydale General...but I have to warn you, the news still might not be
good...”
“He’s
going to make it, I know he is.” Buffy stood up and helped Giles to stand.
Spike
was alive and he was going to stay that way. Buffy’s mind wouldn’t allow any
other scenario.
“We
have to go to the hospital...Spike needs us.” She took a deep breath and stuck
her chin out.
Six hours later, the gang still sat in the ER, awaiting news about Spike’s
condition. He’d gone into surgery as soon as they brought him in.
Joyce
had joined them when Buffy called her. She sat next to her daughter, holding
her hand.
“How
you holding up, honey?” Joyce asked Buffy.
“Why
won’t they tell us anything?” Buffy sighed. Dark circles laid under her
red-rimmed eyes. “It’s been so long...”
“We’ll
hear something soon.” Joyce squeezed Buffy’s hand. “Try not to worry.”
A
doctor dressed in scrubs walked towards them.
Giles
jumped to his feet. His heart pounded in his ears.
Buffy
stood and grabbed onto Giles’ arm as she stared at the face of the doctor,
trying to discern what he was going to tell them.
The
others got up and stood together.
“Mr.
Giles? I‘m Dr. Neilson.” The tall, blonde, male doctor said.
“Yes.
My son - William - please tell me he’s going to be alright.”
“He
made it through the surgery, he’s in recovery right now.” Doctor Neilson replied.
Everyone
let out the breaths they’d been holding in. They hugged each other.
“Will
he be alright?” Giles asked again, he didn‘t want to get his hopes up too high,
just to have them dashed away.
“Would
you rather talk about this in private?” The doctor asked.
“No.
These are his friends and - his girlfriend.” Giles squeezed Buffy’s hand. “They
want to hear this, too.”
“Okay.
William’s still not out of the woods yet. He was injured pretty badly:
contusions and lacerations over much of his body; four broken ribs; a punctured
lung; a broken right arm; a severe sprain of his left leg. But the injury that
concerned us most was the one to his head. He must have gone into the
windshield head first. William has a moderate skull fracture, but it could have
been much worse. The fracture is linear, that means that there was a break but
the bone didn‘t move. We’ll be keeping a close eye on him the next few days.”
“But
- he can recover, right?” Buffy asked quietly.
“Yes,
he can. But the next few days are going to be critical. If he does recover,
there still may be complications.” The doctor said gently.
“What
sort of complications?” Giles swallowed.
“These
are just possibilities, remember that. It’s not definite. But he may suffer
from: personality changes; emotional disturbances; speech and language
deficits; sensory loss; seizures; paralysis or coma...”
“Oh
God!” Buffy buried her face in Giles’ neck.
“Miss
- what’s your name, darlin‘?” Dr. Neilson asked patting Buffy on the shoulder.
“B-Buffy.”
She whimpered.
“Buffy,
it may turn out that William won’t have any of those complications. I’m just
trying to prepare all of you for what may happen. Try to stay positive.
There’s reason to be encouraged right now. Okay?”
“Okay...I’ll
try...I’m just so scared...” Buffy’s voice shook.
“I
know you must be. I know all of you must be. But try to have some faith.”
“Can
I see him? I need to see him.” Buffy pleaded.
“I’m
sorry. You can’t see him for a while. We need to keep him in isolation to
monitor him. There’s a big risk of infection at the moment. It will be a few
days before we’re confident enough to move him to a room.”
“Days?!
But - I need to see him - I have to see him!” Buffy panicked.
“Buffy,”
Giles hugged her, “it’s necessary. You wouldn’t want to inadvertently set back
his recovery, would you?”
“N-no.
Of course not...” Buffy sniffled, calming slightly.
“Why
don’t you folks go on home, get some sleep. Mr. Giles, I’ll call you if there’s
any change in your son’s status.” Dr. Neilson put a hand on Giles’ shoulder.
“Yes...thank
you, doctor. I’ll be back this afternoon.” Giles said, trying to regain that
fabled ‘stiff upper-lip’ that Englishmen were known for.
“Me
too. I’ll be here.” Buffy said taking deep calming breaths.
Spike
would be okay. He just had to be.
Buffy
made it her new goal in life to help him get better in any way she could. The
scariest part of all, was that she didn’t know if she wanted to or could live
without him. When she met Spike in New York, it was as if she’d found a piece
of her soul that she’d never realized was missing. Now that piece was being
ripped away and it was excruciating. Buffy didn’t think she could go on if he
didn't make it.
Chapter 11
Two weeks passed by.
Spike’s
condition stabilized. After a few days, the doctors moved him into a hospital
room where two of his friends could see him at a time.
One
of the complications that the doctors had feared, happened. Spike fell into a
coma. He hadn’t woken up since the accident.
Buffy
and the others were afraid but tried to remain hopeful. They all prayed that
he’d come out of it quickly. But, two weeks later, Spike still hadn’t come out
of it. Dr. Neilson (or Mike, as he preferred to be called) told them that the
longer Spike was in the coma, the less likely it was that he ever would.
Buffy
was there every day, bright and early. She only left when she was forced to.
The floor staff took pity on her and let her spend the nights in his room. She
brought his favorite CD’s and books with her, playing his music and reading to
him. But mostly she just talked to him while she held his hand. She heard that
coma patients sometimes could hear when people talked to them.
Buffy
sat holding Spike’s hand, caressing it in both of hers while the Sex Pistols
played in the background. She thought back to when she’d first seen him after
the accident. She’d almost screamed and fainted. He had looked so terrible:
gauze was wound around the top of his head; IV’s were connected to his arms;
both of his eyes were blackened; cuts and bruises marred his beautiful face; a
cervical collar was fastened around his neck; those little 'sucker thingies'
were on his chest; he was connected to machines that went ‘beep’; his right arm
was in a cast; his torso was wrapped in tape; oxygen tubes were in his nose; a
breathing tube was in his mouth.
She
couldn’t stand seeing him like that. So battered, so small and helpless.
Buffy
studied his unmoving face. His bruises were fading, he was looking more like
her Spike again. Mike had said that Spike was healing quickly. He was lucky
that he was so young and healthy to begin with.
“Hey,
baby.” Buffy whispered. “Are you going to wake up for me today? Just open up
those beautiful baby-blues for me, okay?”
There
was no response. Not that she really expected one. But she had to ask him that
every day anyway. Buffy looked away from his face and down at their hands,
trying not to cry. She had to be positive. She had to be strong, for him.
“You
should see the all the balloons and flowers you have in your room. Everyone
wants you to get better soon.”
Buffy
kissed his hand.
“I
have to start school soon...I don’t really want to though. I won’t be able to
concentrate on anything until you wake up. I thought that maybe I’d start a
little later... Do you want me to read to you? I brought a few more books from
your place. None of those icky Stephen King ones though.”
Buffy
scrunched up her face. “I don’t know how you can read those things. How about
‘A Streetcar Named Desire’? I never read the book before, but I saw parts of
the movie. ‘Stella!’ I remember that part. You remember that Simpsons episode
where they did a musical version of it called 'O Streetcar!'? We watched it
together in bed that one time...that was nice.”
Buffy
sighed. “Who knows? You may wake up just so you can tell me to shut up. I’ve
been talking your cute little ears off for over a week.”
She
smiled at the thought of Spike doing just that. Waking up and saying, ‘Will you
shut your gob, woman!? I’m trying to get some bloody sleep here!’
“Okay,
let’s get started.” Buffy said, fishing in her bag and bringing out the book.
She
opened it on her lap and began to read while holding his hand.
About
an hour into her reading, Spike’s eyes opened slowly. Buffy was looking down at
the book as she read, not noticing that he was awake.
Spike
felt disoriented and weak. He wasn’t sure what had happened to him.
‘Am
I in a hospital room? Is that Buffy’s voice?’
He
moved his eyes to look at her. It was her. She was reading something, her
honey-colored hair formed a drape, blocking her face. He needed to see her
face.
Spike
weakly squeezed her hand.
Buffy
gasped and looked at their joined hands then at his face. His eyes were
half-opened and looking at her.
“Spike?”
She asked unbelievingly. “Spike, you’re awake!”
Buffy
laughed and smiled as she stood up. She brought his hand to her mouth and
kissed it.
“I
- I have to tell them!”
Buffy
carefully placed his hand back on the bed then ran to the door to alert the
nurses. As soon as she let them know he was awake, she flew back to his side.
“I
was so worried about you, baby! I missed you so much! Are you okay? Can I get
you something?” Buffy softly touched his face.
Spike
tried to say something but choked on the tube that was stuck down his throat.
"Oh!
Don't try to talk yet! There's a tube down your throat!" Buffy fretted.
Doctor
Neilson came in, followed by a nurse. He smiled at Spike.
"Well,
hello there, Spike. 'Bout time you woke up. I'm Dr. Neilson, but you can call
me Dr. Mike. Let's get that tube out of your mouth. I'm going to take it out
nice and slow..."
He
removed the tube and put it down on a tray the nurse was holding. Spike coughed
a bit.
"Get
him a drink of water, Buffy." Dr. Mike said, raising the bed so that Spike
could sit up.
Buffy
immediately went and poured a glass of water for Spike, putting one of those
bend-y straws in it. She was so excited that her hands were shaking.
"Here,
Spike." Buffy held the straw up to his lips.
Spike
smiled weakly and took a few sips. Buffy replaced the glass on the table next
to the bed and took his hand back in hers. The urge to smother him with kisses
was almost overpowering.
'That
would be cute. He finally wakes up and I put him in another coma because I
can't control myself. Take it easy, girl! Breathe in and out... You and Spike
can have plenty of smoochies in the future.' Buffy thought.
"Your
voice is going to be rough for a day or two from the tube and because you
haven't exactly been a chatterbox lately." Dr. Neilson said, checking
Spike's vital signs. "Do you remember what happened?"
Spike
creased his brow, thinking hard.
"A
- little..." He rasped, he winced at the soreness in his throat. "How
long - have I been here?"
"It's
been two weeks." Buffy said softly.
Spike's
eyes went wide. "Two weeks? I've been - " He stopped putting a hand
to his throat.
"You
shouldn't try talking a lot right now, Spike. It's okay if I call you Spike,
isn't it?" Dr. Neilson asked.
Spike
nodded.
"That's
what Buffy and your friends call you. I'm going to go set up some tests I want
to run on you. But I'll be back soon and tell you about your injuries. I think
you're going to be just fine. So don't worry about that. I'll give your father
a call, let him know how you're doing."
Dr.
Mike picked up Spike's chart and scribbled on it.
"Buffy,
why don't you fill him in on some things while I'm gone." He smiled.
"Sure."
"I'll
be back soon." Dr. Mike said over his shoulder.
The
nurse followed him out.
Buffy
sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're
going to be okay. You don't know how happy I was when I saw you looking at
me." Buffy leaned forward and kissed his dry lips lightly.
"What
- happened?" Spike asked.
"You
- were in an accident...a drunk driver crashed into you. The guy's in jail,
he's going to be behind bars for a long time, so don't worry about that. He
won't be able to hurt anyone else again... We were all so worried about
you..." Buffy's voice hitched. "I was so scared - I don't know what I
would have done if I lost you."
Spike
took her hand and kissed her on the knuckles.
"Sorry
- I worried - you - pet."
"It
wasn't really your choice. So I forgive you." Buffy smiled.
"I
was really in a coma - for two - bloody weeks?" Spike said, his voice
still gravelly, and not in the sexy way that he sometimes affected.
"Yeah...but
you're okay now. You're going to be okay. Dr. Mike said you shouldn't try to
talk that much, baby. I can tell it hurts." Buffy caressed his face.
"I was here - with you - as much as I could be. They made me leave a few
times..."
"I
dreamt about - you , pet." Spike said.
Buffy
smiled brightly. "You did? Maybe you could hear me talking and it made you
dream about me. Were they - nice dreams or dirty ones?" Buffy
raised an eyebrow.
"They
were nice - and dirty." Spike sneered.
Buffy
giggled. She was positively giddy. Not only was Spike out of the coma and
talking, he seemed to have all of his faculties about him. He couldn't remember
the accident, but Dr. Mike said that was normal. Sometimes accident victims who
suffered head trauma had holes in their memory.
Spike
looked around the room at the balloons, flowers and get well cards. He grinned.
It was nice to know that people cared about you.
He
suddenly remembered a part of the night of the accident. Dru being in his house
and telling everyone that he used to be a 'pro'. His face drained of color and
went slack.
"What?!"
Buffy said getting scared. "What's the matter, Spike? Should I get the
doctor?!"
Spike
shook his head 'no' and held her hand.
"I
just - remembered - about Dru - at my house."
Buffy
relaxed slightly, but had to swallow the anger she felt for his ex.
'God
help that bitch if I ever see her...she'd better keep her bony ass in L.A...' Buffy's
nostrils flared.
She
put a sweet smile on her face. "It's okay. That's over now."
"But
- my Dad...and the others - they know." Spike said.
"And
they don't care. They still care about you, it didn't affect how they feel
about you. Xander's actually a little envious, I think." Buffy laughed at
the last part.
Spike
chuckled weakly.
"Giles
is okay with it, Spike. He ain't exactly ecstatic, but he still loves you more
than anything. And I told him I'd kick his ass if he gives you a hard time
about it when you get home." Buffy half-joked. "All he wants is for
you to get well."
She
really had threatened Giles with numerous kickings of his ass if he upset Spike
with the 'escort thing'. He assured her that he wouldn't bring it up again
unless Spike did. And, even then, he wouldn't let it become an issue. Almost
losing his son, and blaming himself for the circumstances, had deeply affected
Giles.
"I
feel like it's been forever since I talked with you, I've been talking at
you a lot. I'm just so relieved. You don't know - how scared I was...I love you
so much..." Buffy's eyes teared up.
"Love
you - too, pet." Spike whispered.
Spike was released from the hospital after another week. His and Buffy's
friends threw a 'Welcome Home' party for him at his place, with banners and
balloons.
They
made it clear that they were still his friends.
Spike
had been touched when Buffy told him about the night of the accident. He had a
whole new appreciation for Xander after hearing how torn up the teen had been
about Spike's 'death', and how Xander had tried to save his life at his own
peril. Spike definitely had a new best mate. It was rare to find someone who'd
risk their neck for you. Xander was a good bloke.
Chapter 12
Months passed...
Buffy
was due to start school in a few days and was going to the campus with Willow
today for some last minute stuff, also to get more familiar with the layout of
the place. She bustled about the bedroom to get ready before Willow picked her
up. But she had to pause and smile at Spike's sleeping form on the bed.
He
looked so gorgeous, all stretched out and peaceful. His hair was grown out and
bleach-free. Spike had grumbled about not being able to bleach his hair, but
Dr. Mike had advised against it for a few months. His hair was now dark and
curly with blonde tips. Spike hated it and wanted to get a haircut desperately.
His
recovery was going well. He had physical therapy only once a week now and he
was getting his muscle tone back at an incredible rate. Her eyes traced over
the defined, cut muscles of his chest and abdomen.
'Damn,
I miss being all over that...too bad they don't have a 'patch' you can wear for
that addiction.' She thought hazily.
A
few days after he came home from the hospital, he asked Buffy to move in with
him. She had been overjoyed and accepted quickly.
With
the help of her friends and her mother, Buffy took care of him and nursed him
back to health. But she still worried about him. She was terrified that
something else would happen to him if he went out by himself, even though he'd
been chomping at the bit to get out of the house. Therefore, Buffy hardly
permitted him to get out of bed.
Spike
stretched and opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw her looking down at him.
"Good
afternoon, sleepy-head." Buffy said with a smile.
"Mmm
- what time is it?" Spike yawned.
"It's
12:15. I have to go to campus with Willow soon, but Xander's coming over to fix
you lunch and take care of you."
"Buffy,
I don't need someone to look after me all the time." Spike sighed. "I
can bloody well fix my own food."
"No,
you will not. I want you to stay in this bed, mister." Buffy put her hands
on her hips.
"Luv,
Dr. Mike even said I could be more active. I'm practically 100% better."
"You
are active. You have the physical therapy...and you swim in the pool every day.
That's active." Buffy said stubbornly.
"I
need to get on with things, luv. I can't stay in this bed forever..." A
sexy smile appeared on his face. "That is unless you're in here with me.
C'mere."
Buffy
giggled and crawled on the bed to lie against him.
'I
can spare a few minutes...just to bask...' Buffy thought, snuggling
against him.
They
hadn't had sex since the morning before the accident. Spike wasn't in good
enough shape and was in too much pain for a lot of that time. But for the past
few weeks, he'd been horny as hell.
Buffy
wouldn't do it though. She'd even gone so far as to sleep in another bedroom so
as not to be tempted. She was going crazy from wanting to feel his body moving
over hers, to feel his beautiful tongue and cock inside of her, but she was
terrified of hurting him by accident. When it came to Spike and his health, she
had developed something of a phobia. Willow and Cordy had noticed it and urged
her to talk to someone about it. But Buffy hadn't done so yet.
Spike
couldn't help getting hard at the feel of her body against his. And she smelled
sooo good. He took one of her hands and moved it down his body and under the
sheet that covered him, until her hand was on the large bulge that had formed
in his gray boxer briefs. He was getting hard as nails under her hot palm.
For
a moment, Buffy forgot herself and cupped him, smiling and 'Mmmm'-ing. She'd
missed his body so much.
"Oh,
Buffy, " Spike said in a rough voice, "I want you so bad, pet."
Spike
tilted her chin up and kissed her hungrily. Buffy's eyes opened and she removed
her hand quickly, then pulled away.
"What's
- wrong?" Spike asked, his brain hazy with lust.
"I
- Willow's going to be here soon..." Buffy got up and went to the dresser,
picking up her hairbrush.
She
brushed her hair with a vengeance. She felt so guilty for almost slipping and
giving into her desire.
"Buffy,
why won't you even touch me?" Spike groaned in frustration, dropping his
head back on the pillow. "Is it the new scars I got? Do they turn you off?
Do I look like the bloody Elephant Man to you now?"
Spike
thought he'd just shoot himself if Buffy didn't find him physically appealing
anymore.
Buffy
turned around, aghast. "No! No, baby." She went back to the bed and
sat down, touching his face and chest. "I don't care about scars. You're
beautiful. You look just as sexy and gorgeous as the first time I laid eyes on
you. I love you."
Spike
had a few scars from the accident (on his stomach, chest, back, left leg, right
arm and one that Buffy found especially rugged, on his chin), most of which
were fading and would fade even more over time.
"Then
why, pet? Why won't you let me touch you and vice-versa?"
"I'm
just - you need to heal first." Buffy said looking down and fiddling with
the hem of her shirt.
"Buffy,
I'm okay. I even asked Mike about it. He said that we can go ahead and resume
our sex life."
"You
talked to Dr. Mike about it?!" Buffy blushed.
"Well,
he is my bloody doctor. I figured he'd know if it was a good idea. I'm going
bonkers, luv. I need you." Spike said, he felt like he'd explode (and not
in the good way) if he didn't make love to her soon.
"I
think I heard Willow!" Buffy jumped up and grabbed her purse. "I'll
be home in a few hours, bye!"
She
ran out of the room.
"Buffy!
We have to talk about this!" Spike was exasperated. "Bloody
hell..."
Xander let himself into Spike and Buffy's place with his key.
"Hellllo!"
Xander said in a funny, high-pitched voice.
"Hey
Xan." Spike said walking down the stairs, fully dressed in his black
t-shirt and jeans.
He
needed to lean a little bit on the banister, but he could get around alright.
"Hey,
what are you doing out of bed? Buffy will kill you!" Xander said, scared
of the severe tongue lashing and scowling Buffy would give him for letting
Spike out of bed.
"I'm
not a bloody child, Xan. I want you to take me to the shops. I haven't been out
for ages." Spike got to the bottom of the stairs.
"I
- I don't know...Buffy - "
"Buffy's
not my mum! I can do as I please. Now are you going to drive me, or do I have
to call a taxi?" Spike asked.
Xander
sighed. "Okay...but you have to tell Buffy that - you forced me or
something."
"She's
a tiny, little woman, and you're bloody terrified of her." Spike chuckled.
"Hey,
you should know man, don't let the size of her fool you! She gets this crazy
glint in her eye sometimes... I heard her threaten a guy who was picking on
Willow once...Man! What she said she'd do to him still haunts me, and it wasn't
even directed at me! And - you let her boss you around, so you must be scared
of her, too."
Spike
shrugged. "Maybe just a little..."
They
chuckled.
"Okay,
let's go to the shops. Cheerio, pip-pip and all that sort of rot!" Xander
said in his bad English accent.
They
went outside and got into Xander's car.
"What
is it?" Xander asked as he was about to start the engine.
He
saw a strange look pass over Spike's face.
Spike
opened his mouth, then shut it again.
"You
don't want to hear it."
"Sure
I do. What's the problem? Something to do with Buffy?" Xander asked.
"She
- won't do anything..." Spike mumbled.
"Huh?"
Xander said, perplexed.
Spike
blew out a breath and looked away. "She won't have sex with me."
"Oh!
Oh...umm - why not?" Xander said, feeling uncomfortable with the subject
matter.
He
still remembered when he'd seen the two of them going at it in Spike's car.
Man, that was hot...
"I
don't know what the problem is... She said I had to 'heal' first but I'm a lot
better now, so it can't be my health. I thought she might be turned off by my
scars, maybe it's the hair..." Spike turned back to Xander. "You
think it's the hair?"
Spike
ran a hand through his very curly blonde-tipped locks.
"Buffy
told Willow she likes the hair...she also told her - that she's afraid of
hurting you." Xander admitted.
"But
- I'm okay now."
"I
know, Willow knows, everyone knows. But Buffy...she's got this irrational fear
thing going on."
"Bloody
hell...what do I do about it? I'm going to go mad if we don't - you know -
soon."
"Umm
- why don't you get Dr. Mike to write you a note or something...I don't know if
it'd help, but it's worth a try." Xander said.
"That's
as good an idea as any...let's swing by the hospital after the shops.
And...there's another thing I want to do later... Now, go on and start the car,
I need to get a bloody haircut."
Buffy walked in the door a little after 6:00. She went straight upstairs to see
Spike.
She
halted when she walked in the bedroom. There were lit candles all around the
room. The drapes were drawn against the early evening light. The room looked
like it had on Prom night.
Spike
was lying on the bed on his side, his head propped up on his hand, a rose
clenched between his teeth. He was wearing the 'Blue Satin PJ's of Doom' as
Buffy referred to them in her head. She couldn't resist him in those. He'd also
had a cut and bleach job since she'd seen him last. He looked as he did before
the accident. Whole and healthy.
"Spike?
What's going on? What is all this?" Buffy gulped as she felt herself
getting very damp, very fast. "What happened to your hair? Dr. Mike said
you shouldn't bleach it..."
Spike
removed the rose from his teeth and slid off the bed. He walked towards her
slowly, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He stopped just in front of her.
"What
do you think is going on, pet? I wanted to give you a proper welcome home."
Spike said, his voice soft and rough at the same time. "As far as the hair
goes, Mike said it would be cool if I wanted to bleach it again."
He
trailed the soft petals of the rose over Buffy's cheek and lips before running
it down over her chin and throat.
She
closed her eyes, shivering from lust. "Spike...we shouldn't..."
"Come
with me." Spike took her hand and led her over to the bed.
He
set down the rose and took a piece of paper off the nightstand, then handed it
to her.
"What's
this?" Buffy asked taking the paper with a shaky hand.
"Just
read it." Spike said.
Buffy
read the note:
FROM THE DESK OF DR. MICHAEL J. NEILSON
To
whom it may concern (Buffy, this means you!),
I
hereby certify that one William 'Spike' Giles, is nearly completely recovered
from his accident, and can start doing activities of the sexual-kind with the
woman he loves.
There
is NO way that the lady in question could cause him any harm, unless there are
whips or chains involved.
Come
on, Buffy.
Give
the guy a break.
Sincerely,
Dr.
Mike
P.S.:
I gave Spike the go ahead for the blonde bombshell look. Don't worry so much!
"I am soooo embarrassed." Buffy put her face in her hands.
Spike
smirked and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them lightly.
"Don't
be embarrassed, luv. He's a doctor, right? I - didn't know what else to do. I
need you."
Buffy
looked at him through her fingers. Spike pried her hands gently away from her
face.
"Buffy
- I almost died a few months ago. You know what kept me going, you know what I
wanted to do just one more time?" Spike asked.
Buffy
shook her head.
"I
saw your face when I was lying in that ditch. I wanted to live for you. I
wanted to live to touch you, kiss you and make love to you again. You won't
hurt me, pet. I've never needed you more, to show you how much I love you than
I do right now."
Buffy
let the note slip from her fingers and flutter to the floor. Her body was
reacting to his words and his touch. She couldn't fight him this time.
"I'm
- scared. What if - "
Spike
silenced her with an index finger against her lips.
"You
read the note. As long as we stay out of chains and whips territory we'll be
fine." He smiled. "Sit down, pet."
Buffy
sat down slowly on the bed.
"Close
your eyes." Spike said smoothly.
"W-why?"
She asked.
"You'll
see in a minute. Just close them."
Buffy
closed her eyes, her breathing was coming more rapidly.
'Is
he going to be naked when I open my eyes? Oh...I want him soooo bad! We can -
try going slow - I guess...'
Buffy's
pussy was throbbing and drenched at the thought of having him again after so
long. She heard Spike moving around, opening and shutting drawers.
"Okay.
Open your eyes." Spike said.
Buffy
opened them and saw Spike kneeling in front of her, an opened ring box in his
hand. A large, glittery diamond sat in the box. She gasped. She hadn't expected
this.
Spike
reached out and took one of her trembling hands and kissed it. He looked into
her eyes.
"Buffy,
ever since I met you, my life hasn't been the same. I haven't been able to stop
thinking about you after the first moment I set eyes on you. I was lost after
that. When I met you, it was like - I found a part of me that was missing.
You're beautiful, passionate, kind, loving and smart...you're everything I
could ever want, everything I could possibly ever need. I want to be with you
for the rest of my life."
Buffy
eyes welled up with tears, she struggled to breath. He looked so beautiful as
he looked up into her eyes. She'd remember the expression on his face, one of pure
love and reverence, for the rest of her life.
'Oh
my God! He's fucking proposing to me! Oh my God!'
"I
love you more than anyone or anything in this world or any other. Will you
marry me? Say yes and make me the happiest man on Earth." Spike looked up
at her expectantly.
"Oh,
Spike - of course the answer's YES!" Buffy exclaimed.
Spike
shot her a 1000-Watt smile that could make any woman's knees turn to jelly, and
took the ring out of the box. Buffy extended her ring finger, she was trembling
with excitement. Spike slipped the ring on it carefully. He stood up, pulling
her with him and wrapped his arms around her. She put her arms around his neck
and they kissed.
"You've
made me so happy, Buffy." Spike said, hugging her.
"I
love you so much, Spike. I - can't believe we're engaged!" Buffy giggled
excitedly.
"Believe
it, pet." He kissed her again.
"But
- what about school? Shouldn't we - "
"We
don't have to get married right away. I'm a patient bloke." Spike smiled
when Buffy raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'You are?'. "We can wait until
you graduate if you'd like. I just wanted to make us 'official'."
"Okay."
Buffy grinned. "For now, let's plan on taking the plunge after I graduate.
But I'm not as patient as you are...I might not be able to wait."
A
few short months ago, Buffy thought she'd lost him forever. But he was here.
And asking her to spend the rest of her life with him. She didn't think he'd
ever get the chance to do this. She could feel how much stronger he had gotten
as he held her in his arms. His muscles were getting more developed and defined
every week.
Buffy
smirked. "You've been working out secretly, haven't you?"
Spike
gave her a guilty smile. "Maybe a little bit. I wanted to feel strong
again... Sorry I did it behind your back, pet. I promise that I never overdid
it."
"If
I wasn't so happy right now, I might kick you in that cute little ass of
yours..." Buffy kissed him.
"Buffy,"
Spike's voice became rougher with passion, "I want to make love to
you..." He slid his hands down to her ass and pulled her against him,
grinding their pelvises together lightly.
"I'm
still - nervous - about it..." Buffy bit her lip, she wanted him so much.
Spike
pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "I'll be fine, pet."
He
cupped her face in his hands and smiled.
"Do
you want me?" Spike asked.
Buffy's
eyes were clouded over, her lips slightly parted.
"Yes,
you have no idea how much..." She said huskily.
"Good."
Spike
covered her mouth with his for a long, deep, and passionate kiss.
He
moved his lips to her ear.
"You
remember the first night we were together?" Spike smiled.
"Let
me think...yeah, I think I can recall that." Buffy laughed.
"Want
to do a re-enactment?" He pulled back and raised his scarred eyebrow.
"Re-enactment?
Like of the whole night?"
"Maybe
that can wait for another time...how about just the 'bedroom scene'?"
Spike sucked on her earlobe.
Spike
undid her pants and slipped them and her panties down. Buffy wiggled and let
the slacks and underwear slide down her smooth legs as she pushed the blue,
satin robe over his shoulders and down his arms. He then unbuttoned her blouse
and quickly tossed it aside.
Buffy
reached behind her to unhook her bra. She searched for the fastenings
frantically. Spike chuckled and reached up to the front of her bra, deftly
undoing the front clasp and freeing her breasts. Buffy giggled and blushed. In
her haste, she'd forgotten it was connected in the front.
Spike's
hands pushed the bra straps over her shoulders then went back to her mounds,
gently kneading them and playing with her nipples. Buffy groaned, rolling her
head on her neck.
"This
- isn't exactly how that night went..." Spike said, bending his head down
and licking and sucking at her tits.
"Don't
care...just want you." Buffy ran her hands over his biceps and shoulders.
Buffy
climbed, backwards, onto the bed on her knees. She kissed down his body and
traced the muscles with her tongue, just like she'd done that first night,
while she hooked her thumbs into the waist of his pants and pulled them down.
She made certain to kiss and lick along the scars he'd gotten from the accident
that marred his otherwise perfect torso, she wanted him to know that she didn't
find them ugly. If anything, they turned her on even more. Her hands rubbed and
fondled his ass as she licked patterns on his chest and abs.
"You
were wearing underwear that night, you're not now...this isn't a very good
re-creation..." Buffy said playfully.
"Hmm,
you're right." Spike said, running his hands through her hair. "Still
want to start off the same way though, want to taste you."
Buffy
shivered, her juices gushing out of her at the thought of his tongue, his
wonderful, skillful, inhuman tongue, gliding between her legs. She broke away
from him, laying on her back and spreading her legs. She ran her hands up her
torso and rubbed her breasts, almost ready to cum just from the anticipation
she felt. Their bodies were sexually charged, humming with energy.
Spike
stepped out of his pants and crawled onto the bed, lying on his stomach, then
putting his face between her thighs. He kissed and licked at her inner thighs
before licking up and down her gash, spreading her open with his thumbs. They
both moaned when his tongue started lapping at her juices.
"Ahhhh
- Ohh Spike - Ohh yes!" Buffy grinned and writhed.
She'd
missed this so much. But she needed more.
"Want
- to taste you too!" She panted.
Spike
smirked. "That can be arranged."
He
sat up and moved his lower body so that his legs were towards her head. He laid
on his side and bent one knee, spreading his legs. Then he dived back down to
her pussy. Buffy moaned then eagerly took his hard shaft in her hand and
brought her mouth down over the head.
They
groaned and hummed into and around the other's sex. Buffy's eyelids fluttered
at the exquisiteness of having his tongue in her pussy at the same time his
delicious cock was sliding in and out of her mouth. She took it out of her
mouth and licked up and down the sides before laving the head with her tongue.
Pre-cum was freely flowing from the tip. She sucked on the head, drinking up
the liquid while swiping her tongue over the top.
"Unnhhh!
Buffy!" Spike moaned.
He
went back to work. He stuck his tongue in her snatch and moved it in the
rippling motion that had so impressed her the first time he went down on her.
"Mmmmph!"
Buffy exclaimed around a mouthful of his cock. "Mmmmm!"
She
took more of his dick into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down quickly as
she tugged at and fondled his balls.
Spike
lifted his head from her pussy.
"Buffy,
stop!" He panted.
She
immediately took him out of her mouth.
"Are
you okay? Did I hurt you?" Buffy asked worriedly.
"No,
pet...I'm fine. I'm just going to cum any second. I want to cum inside you this
time." He bent back down and gave her a long slow lick. "Need to feel
you fluttering around my cock..."
"O
- okay..." Buffy was finding it hard to breathe, she was so excited.
She
laid on her back as Spike positioned himself over her. She smiled.
"I
do like me some 69 action though, that was just - neat." Buffy giggled.
Spike
laughed. "Yeah, it was."
He
settled his hips between her thighs.
"Spike?"
Buffy said shakily.
"Hmm,
pet?" He kissed and licked breasts.
"Can
I - be on top? I'd like to do it that way..."
"Whatever
you like, Buffy." Spike smirked and rolled over onto his back.
Buffy
got up and straddled his waist. Taking his cock, slippery from her saliva, and
poising it at her dripping hole, she looked into his eyes.
"I
love you." Buffy breathed as she sank down onto him.
"Ohhh
Buffy - Love you too, pet! Love you so bloody much..." Spike moaned, his
eyes squeezing shut.
'Can't
cum yet! Musn't cum yet!' Spike repeated to himself. 'Hold
on!'
'OHHH
YES! That's the stuff!' Buffy did the Snoopy Dance again in her mind.
Buffy
ran her hands up and down his chest as she started moving on his cock. Spike
gripped her hips and counter-thrusted up into her. She tried to keep the pace
slow and leisurely to extend this love-making session, but both of their bodies
had other ideas. They couldn't control the bucking of their hips.
Buffy
wanted to feel him cum inside of her, she didn't care if she got off first. She
sat up and slid up and down his length harder and faster while reaching behind
her to take his balls in her hand. She tugged and fondled them as she continued
riding his cock.
"Oh
Jesus! Ohh Buffy! Fuck!" Spike gasped, bucking his hips more wildly.
He
put one his hands on her pussy, rubbing her swollen, pink clit.
"Spike!
OHHH YESS! OH YESSS!" Buffy screamed.
Her
cunt tightened around his cock as she started cumming. Her honey flowed down
over his cock and balls. Buffy whimpered and cried out as she kept jerking and
bouncing her pelvis up and down on him. Tears of happiness and ecstasy leaked
from her eyes.
She
thought she'd never feel his thick organ inside of her again a few months ago.
No man could satisfy her like he could. No man could ever hope to live up to
the sexual standards he'd set, the bar was set waaaay to high. It wasn't just
that his cock was so big and meaty, or that he was such a talented lover. It
was also the emotions she felt when he was inside of her or touching her; it
was being with him, his body and soul. When she was with him it was bliss, pure
and simple.
Spike
grunted and panted, pounding up harder into Buffy's tight hole. He thought he
was going to lose his mind as his balls clenched and he came harder than he
ever had before.
"B-Buffy!
Uunnnnggh! Oh God!" Spike shouted, arching his neck back while his rod
pulsated and spurted load after load of hot, thick spunk into her heat.
Buffy's
eyes rolled to white, her mouth hung open, her body vibrated like a tuning
fork. She arched her back and screeched as another orgasm quickly followed her
first at the feel of his cum shooting inside of her, splashing against her
inner walls.
They
gasped, breathing raggedly until the last of their fluids dribbled out. Buffy
still sat atop his body, her head lolling on her shoulders. Spike's hands slid
up her body and softly kneaded her breasts. Buffy moved her hands on top of
his, caressing them as he caressed her.
A
face-splitting grin dominated her features as she slowly opened her eyes and
looked into his. He was smiling in an identical way.
"Mmm,
pet, that was fucking incredible." Spike breathed.
"Fuck
yeah, it was." Buffy smiled and lowered her upper body to lay against him.
"You've gotta love that Fred."
Buffy
and Spike laughed lightly at the name they'd given their fantastic sex. She
hoped that Spike never found out the details she'd given Cordy and Willow at
their slumber party...he'd wig for sure.
"I
can't wait to tell everyone." Buffy sighed dreamily.
"About
- this?" Spike asked, creasing his brow as he rubbed her back.
"No!"
She laughed. "About this, dummy." Buffy held up her hand with the
engagement ring.
"Oh.
Right. Yeah, I can't wait either...and yet, I think I can put it off a little
longer..." Spike grinned wickedly. "I have plans for you for the rest
of the night, my love. It's been far too long since I've worshipped your body
properly."
Buffy's
breasts were pressed against his muscled chest, her hard nipples rubbing
against his firm pecs. She brushed her lips against his, slowly pushing her
tongue into his mouth. Their tongues entwined lazily as they stroked each
other's flesh. With his cock still inside of her, Buffy lightly gyrated her
hips and ground against him. She grinned when she felt him stirring again, deep
within her.
"We
are bunnies..." Buffy giggled against his lips.
THE END
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