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11:00 * 12:30 * Inside Willy´s * Back Room * Private Dance * On Spike´s Lap * On Spike´s Lap2 * Bang
11:00pm Buffy's House
Buffy sat in her living
room surrounded by her friends and silently contemplated Spike's sudden
disappearances and wondered where he was hiding himself these days though, she
knew well enough to just leave it be for the time being. *He'll be back in his
own time on his terms, he still needs to adjust to having his non-beating heart
torn apart and then handed back to him put together with rubber bands and
scotch tape. * She smiled to herself as she thought of him checking up on her
and Dawn's safety every night when he thought they had gone to sleep. She knew
he did this simply because she had woken early on more than one occasion to
find him fast asleep in the chair across from her bed. She never minded though,
she just got up, put a blanket over his still form, kissed him softly on the
forehead, and went back to bed. Never realizing that he was watching her with
thoughtful eyes as she, in all her sleep tousled beauty, climbed back under the
covers. They never spoke of it, and in the morning she'd wake up to a neatly
folded blanket and a red rose. It was sweet, but she missed him. More than she
cared to admit to herself or to anyone else. He always managed to make her feel
more alive than anyone or anything could, she felt charged with energy and
ready to kick ass when he was fighting with by her side and he made her laugh.
He made her shout in anger, and frustration almost as much, but most of all he
just made her be Buffy, and that made her smile.
"Um...Buffy...earth to buffy," Xander said snapping his finger in
front of Buffy's glazed eyes, making her suddenly blink.
"Yep, she's still in there. Your turn Buffster." He said passing the
quarter to her. They had been sitting at the dining room table playing Truth or
Dare quarters for the past hour with Buffy leading with no drinks or dares and
all the rest slightly tipsy from frequent shots. It wasn't that she was good at
the game, it was just her reflexes were better than the rest, sometimes
superhuman came in handy.
Plunk...went the quarter into the shot glass, smiling a little wickedly, Buffy
turned to her left and asked,
" So, Anya, Truth or Dare?"
"Oh, truth, I so much like truth better," Anya said leaning heavily
on the palm of her hand.
"Is it true that Xander sometimes likes to wear your panties? Sometimes
even during sex?"
"What? Hey, no fair this is supposed to be a question for Anya, her truth
not mine!" Looking at the former demon sternly he said "No, Anya,
No!"
Slugging down the tequila Anya nodded sloppily with a lopsided grin, "He
'specially likes the cotton, says they feel reeaaallll nice."
Xander at this point is looking for the nearest next dimensional portal to pop
into. Or the nearest rock to climb under and die from embarrassment.
"This is not fair," he squeaked, "where the hell is my back up?
Where the hell is Spike?'
" I cannot believe I just said that," looking like he just swallowed
a bug, as Buffy missed her second shot deliberately drank the tequila and
passed the quarter to Willow.
"Speaking of Spike..." Willow said her emerald eyes sparkling with a
fiendish glow, as her quarter made a satisfying plunking sound as it went into
the shot glass,
"Buffy, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare" *definitely dare* she thought to herself.
"OOOooooo the stakes are gonna go high now." Xander crowed.
"You have too..." whispering commenced between the scoobs as Buffy began
to wonder what she had gotten herself into.
"O.k., we do happen to know where Spike is tonight, he's at Willies Bar.
Willie seems to be throwing a little strip action tonight, and its no girls
allowed, except of course the entertainment."
*Oh No*
"Your dare is that you have to go in there, give Spike a private lap dance
and bring back something personal of his to prove it. Your choice of what the
personal item is of course." Willow's green eyes sparkled wickedly again
so Buffy knew there was know way of getting out of this one but she had to try.
"No! In fact, Hell No! If you think I'm going to Willies for all of demon
kind to see the slayer as a stripper and then let Spike paw me, you have
seriously gone 'round the bend." She protested not even realizing she had
used Spike speak.
"Well...we'd put a glamour on you first so that no one but Spike
recognizes you," said Willow.
"And she can use that amulet," Tara said getting into the act, "
You know the one Will."
"Oh yeah as long as you wear it, as soon as you physically touch him he's
a good little vamp he gets the full range of
sensations but no touchy feelies. Well, on his side that is. Kinda like being
stuck in quicksand, just not as ooky. "
"Course you need a word to break the charms spell when you leave so the
poor guy can move," Willow pondered
"....hmmm, how about fluffy bunny feet?"
At this point everyone roared in laughter at poor Anya's look of terror.
"Sorry An, just funnin'."
Xander suddenly sat up very straight, " how about looks like Spike got
his. Make him feel a little less high and mighty. A little torment for the
Spikester?"
Pretending to think it over for a moment, when in reality her hormones had
already left for Willies, Buffy nodded.
"O.k., fine, I'll do it. This could even be fun, um...but what do I wear?
I have absolutely nothing stripperesh in my
wardrobe."
"Oh don't worry about that," said Willow with a snap of her fingers,
"Gotcha'
covered."
"Or more to the point, not covered." Anya pointed out.
12:30 am Willies Bar
"I
can't believe I'm actually doing this." Buffy mumbled, thinking Spike
would have to be dead to not notice her in the outfit Willow had put on her.
Laughing to herself at the thought she just had, she turned to Willow and Tara,
"You're absolutely sure the spell and the amulet are going to work?"
Willow nodded,
"Course, me and Tara have been working on them for weeks." She
finished drunkenly.
"Weeks?! What do you mean weeks?" Buffy demanded.
Slapping a hand over her mouth, Buffy could clearly make out Willow say an
"Oops, not supposed 'ta tell. Well, gotta go, have fun."
Buffy watched with her hands on her hips, only mildly irritated as what was
supposed to be her nearest and dearest
staggered off and drunken laughter echoed through the night.
Turning towards Willies, Buffy sighed before she pulled herself up to her full
6ft height (the six inch black patent, thigh high stiletto boots helped a lot.)
And strode purposefully into the dingy dive.
Inside Willies
*Geez and I thought this place was a dump during the day, * came her
first thought looking around the cracked booths and the peeling paint.
"You here for the bachelor party, sexy?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah bachelor party," a small rush of unwanted relief flooded
through her as she realized Spike wasn't here just to ogle the Succubi that had
been hired for the entertainment. *That's ok he'll be begging for more than
that when I'm done with him. *
"It's in the back." Willie said.
"Huh?"
"The party? In the back." Indicating a partially hidden door on her
left.
"You're kinda late but I don't think they'll mind, fine succubus as
yourself."
Buffy had to smile at that; the glamour was working if Willie couldn't see her.
"First a drink, on the house from Willie, maybe you and me later..."
he leered as he placed a shot of whiskey on the bar in front of her.
" You never know, lover." She said downing the drink. She was
definitely in need of some liquid courage. Setting the glass on the bar she
spied a jar full of lollipops sitting on the bar,
"You mind?" she asked nodding at the jar.
"Nah....Sweet tooth huh?"
Winking at Willie as she popped a red cherry pop in her mouth,
"Foreplay."
The Back Room
Something
felt strange. Spike shook his head to clear it, thinking maybe he'd had too
much to drink, which was before he realized he hadn't drunk anything yet except
for a whiskey. Not nearly enough to make him feel this strange. The only other
time he could remember ever feeling like this was around...Scanning the room
quickly he saw her the same time she saw him.
*Jesus, * was his first thought when he saw the slayer. * What the
hell is she doing in the middle of a demons bachelor party? And why was he the
only one to notice? And what the hell is she wearing? * This last thought
followed quickly by the sudden erection in his jeans just screaming for slayer.
Leaning against a wall on the far side of the room Buffy eyed Spike
coquettishly through the heart shaped pink sunglasses she had taken from dawn's
room, all the time running her left hand down her toned stomach into the top of
her very low, very tight, laced black vinyl short, shorts. At the same time
running the sucker over her ruby lips, making sure he could see her pink tongue
and her teeth graze the top of the sucker.
Spike's non-existent breath hitched in his chest as his bluer than blue eyes
nearly popped and his mind kicked into instant overload. *Play it cool
Spikey, she's here for a reason. Probably Scooby stuff. Yeah, and that's what
the get ups for to seduce some would be demon to death. *
Buffy grinned inwardly to herself as a succubae walked by smiling at Buffy and
handing her a drink,
"Here hon' helps with the boredom." She said as she rolled her golden
eyes and kept walking.
Looking at Spike she could almost hear his thoughts, *No way is the slayer
gonna down that, yada, yada, yada. *
Feeling naughty she popped out her sucker and in one graceful swallow the whole
drink was gone. Still looking at Spike, she ran her finger around the rim and
sucked it dry before replacing the sucker.
*Little chit just doesn't know what she's gotten 'erself into, * running
his tongue over his sharp teeth his eyes flashing predatory gold. * So baby
wants to play? Oh she'll play all right, and she's gonna play all night if I
have my way. *
*Well, this is all well and good, * Buffy thought to herself, but if
I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna have to do it soon.*
Pulling herself to her full height she walked towards Spike swinging her hips
all the while running her hand down the tanned cleavage her skin tight vinyl vest
showed, and looking at him like she was going to eat him alive. * Oh yeah
baby, that's definitely sex in my eyes.*
Silkily moving up to him as he was talking to a rancor demon she leaned
over and whispered in his ear,
"Wanna private dance from a slayer?" Running her hand suggestively
down his blue silk shirt to the top of his jeans,
"I'm all yours tonight baby." Leaning back and looking at him with
her big hazel eyes,
"Just say the word."
Spike watched her as she pulled the sucker out of her mouth, noting that the
color was blood red, and watched hypnotized
as her straight white teeth bit down into the sweet treat. That was all he
needed.
"Mmmm ...How many licks does it take to get to the center of your tootsie
pop?" She purred into his ear.
Making a remark in the rancor demons tongue, the demon chuckled patted her on
the ass and walked away.
"You just got yourself one hell of a night slayer." He growled as his
blue eyes sparked at her.
*Oh Lord, * her inner Faith thought, * I hope so. *
Private Dance
Watching her walk was to
say tantalizing in the best way. Spike couldn't keep his eyes off the curve of
her ass as she sashayed into one of the adjoining private rooms. Looking around
she spied a lounge with more than enough room to make him suffer, so without so
much as a glance over her shoulder, she nodded towards the couch and said
throatily, "Sit, the shows about to begin."
Spike did as he was told wondering what the slayer was doing behind the
curtains, *she wasn't really going to go
through with this was she? * Though the almost unbearable throbbing in his
jeans wished fervently otherwise.
Unbuttoning the top three buttons on his black leather pants, Spike thought *Better
loosen up afore she comes back, never know what the slayer 'ad on her mind. *
The lights in the room began to dim till it was black as pitch Spikes
vampire eyes still picking up Buffys lithe form as she moved onto the stage and
wrapped her hand around the brass pole in front of her supporting her weight
when the music started.
I love the way you look at me, I feel the pain you place inside
You lock me up inside your dirty cage, Well Im alone inside my mind
I like to teach you all the rules; I get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed, but then your secrets never show
Spike recognized the group, *Puddle of Mud, pretty good too, they
were, not as good as Subhumanz but still ok.* Song was called Control. *Over
who? * He wondered, *me? Yeah slayer that'll be the bloody day. *
The smirk that was on his face quickly died away as he realized that a
spotlight had come on her and was now bathing her in deep purple light, as she
wrapped one of her legs around the pole and did a pretty good show of having
sex with it.
Her head dropped back in a perfect arch as her golden mane of hair that had
been pulled tight into a high ponytail, brushed the floor underneath her.
Leaning her body up and close to the pole, she ran a hot tongue down it before
pinning Spike to his seat with her smoldering eyes.
I Need To Feel You...You Need To Feel Me
I Can't Control You...You're not the one for me, NO!
I Can't Control You...You Can't Control Me
I Need To Feel You...So Why's there even you and me?
Letting go of the pole she moved her hands down her taut stomach to
inch their way into the top of her shorts. Spike unknowingly held his breath
watching her as she undulated and moved to the music like a cat. *Damn, all I
want to do is throw her down and bury myself inside of her until she's
screaming my name. * Spike's hand creeping down to readjust his erection.
Knowing that he was watching her every move was turning her on every bit, as it
was he. Dropping to her knees on the floor and swinging her head to the beat,
she slowly started to untie her shorts. Inch-by-Inch of creamy skin was
revealed as she ran a hand up to her mouth sucking on her fingers and licking
her wet ruby lips. Spike thought he was gonna go crazy by the time she lay on
her stomach with her side to him doing a very sexy shimmy out of her shorts that
looked remarkably like she was orgasming right there in front of him. Slowly
she stretched her body on the floor turning so her back was to him and all he
could stare at was the black lace thong that replaced the shorts and her
perfect round ass, just begging to be bit.
Pulling her lithe body up from the floor her back to Spike the whole time,
Buffy ran her hands down her ribcage, to her waist, and finally over her taut
buttocks. Slapping one hand down on the right cheek, hard enough to leave a
reddened handprint and then doing the same with the left cheek, she let out a
groan of pure animalism. Turning her head to look over one shoulder at spike,
she did a back flip so that she was now standing face first looking at him.
Running her tongue over her lips and closing her eyes, she ran both hands up
her neck and down again, her fingers clutching at the edges of her vest, with a
sudden violent wrench she ripped the offending garment from her body, leaving
only hot skin and heaving breasts in a black lace pushup bra and matching
thong.
I like the way you rake my skin I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get you voice out of my head cause I'm the guy you never find
I think you know all of the rules 'there's no expression on my face
I hope that someday you will let me go Release me from my dirty cage.
With a snap of her firm legs, Buffy flipped herself off of the stage,
and began a dance so erotic it would have put any stripper to shame, in front
of spike. Bumping and grinding, shimmying and moving so sensuously it took all
of Spike's self control not to touch her.
Leaning over him, her breasts thrust inches away from his face, she rested one
hand behind his head, and rested the heel of the other on his chest. *Time
for some fun,* she thought, as she could see the confusion on his face as
the charm did its trick.
Running her hands down his chest she grabbed the satin shirt and ripped it down
the middle, only to take a minute to admire his muscled chest before running
her hot tongue down his abdomen to the top of his unbuttoned jeans.
Spike tried in vain to touch her, but it was a lost cause and her touch was
driving him insane. *Christ, she must ave ad the witch come up with a spell,
* he thought before he noticed the gem around her neck for the first time,
(he was after all looking at other things).
*Interesting...*Recognizing the charm for what it was, he couldn't help
but be impressed by the slayers ingenuity. He again wondered where this was
leading and did she have the guts to tough it out? One thing was for sure, when
his hands came free, she was going to find out what it was like to be possessed
by a demon tonight.
Buffy moved her lithe body up spikes brushing her lace-clad breasts against his
cool chest. A shudder moved through his body passing into hers as she ended up
straddling hips. Bumping and grinding to the pulsating music, she ran her hands
up to either side of his face, staring at his mouth with a look of pure
seduction, she then dropped her candied lips to his for a long deep kiss. She practically
sizzled with sexual energy, burning him long and deep. Making him want to go up
in flames with her wrapped around his rock hard cock. Leaning her body back
while still straddling his lap she ground her most female parts against his
straining body, slipping her hands to the front of her bra, she looked into the
ink blue irises and unsnapped it. With a wicked smile on her face she bared her
perfect breasts to his heated gaze. Her nipples were already erect, showing
Spike that he wasn't the only one affected by the dance.
Surprise, shock, and definite possession of power fought for control on his
face as he realized that not only did he want her beyond all sane thought, but
also that she wanted him the same.
Buffy recognized the very moment he realized that her whole show of control was
just that, a show. What she really wanted was to be pounded into orgasmic
mindlessness by the vamp that had held her interest from the very first. A look
of longing passed over her eyes as she reached between them and tore her
panties from her body, she then leaned over and whispered in his ear," I
guess Spike got his didn't he?" With that statement made, Spike realized
that he had gained control once more of his hands, it took him less than a
second to undo his leather pants and impale the slayer on his cool stiff cock.
The shriek that she let loose shook the very rafters as she felt him fill the
innermost of her womanhood. Pulling her honeyed lips down to his again he
continued to thrust into her as she began her descent into sexual madness. Throwing
her hair over her right shoulder she beckoned him to her neck as his demon
emerged. Embedding his teeth into her soft supple neck, her blood ran into his
mouth as his cock exploded into her overheated depths and Buff screamed out her
ecstasy as she convulsed around his hardness. Shudder after shudder went
through the both of them and they joined into one orgasmic bliss filled being. Resting
her head on his shoulder she turned her face into his neck sighing contentedly.
" Mmmmm, now that was a lap dance I could live with forever," Spike
said, before gently brushing his lips against hers.
A few minutes later on Spike's lap *YUM*
"So slayer what
brought on the show this evenin?" Spike's roughened british accent curling
deliciously down her spine following the path of his cool hands and making her
shiver with want. "Not that 'm complainin', just un'spected."
"Mmmm... a little tequila, some truth or dare, took the dare and you, you
sexy vamp,were the lucky winner." Her voice muffled against his hard chest
as she inhaled the uniquely Spike scent that clung to his skin.
*Sexy?* Spike quirked an eyebrow at the petite blond's words, "Keep
talking like that luv and you're gonna have a lot more vamp then you bargained
for." Thrusting his hips up, punctuating the comment with his now fully
erect cock where they were still attatched.
Buffy's breath caught as her head snapped up to meet the burning blue of his
eyes with a grind of her hips downward and squeeze of her inner muscles she
smiled wickedly as his eyes closed in exstacy, "Show me."
Running his hands teasingly up her back Spike pulled her heated body flush up
against his with one hand while curling the other into her wild dampened locks
savagely reclaiming her mouth with his own. Tongues battled heatedly as the two
unlikely lovers strained against each other seeking what only they could give.
Locking her hands around Spike's corded neck Buffy leaned back, her eyes
drifting shut and her head thrown back allowing Spike's eyes to travel the
supple length of her neck down the line of her rosy peaked breasts to her toned
flat stomach and ever downward to where they were now intimately joined. A deep
growl of satisfaction emenated from his chest as he took in the sight.
Moisture clung to his cock as he watched himself slide to and fro from Buffy's
silken entry each downward thrust bringing a whimper of pleasure from the
petite blond slayer. Dropping his cool hands to her tiny waist Spike drew her
even farther onto his surging strength, as he lowered his full lips to lash at
each of her pebbled nipples in turn.
*Oh God* Buffy's mind turned into mush as she lifted her heavy lids to
gaze at the bleached demon now feasting at her breasts as if he would never
again have the pleasure. Her hazel eyes growing unfocused at each nip of his
lips, and each thrust of his hips against hers. *Oh but he's not gonna be
able to get rid of me that quick. Especially if he keeps doing ...tha...at...oh
God YES*
Feeling her muscles begin to flutter around him, Spike abruptly stood and
disengaged before urging the slayer to kneel on the black leather of the lounge
with her legs spread beneath her as the very liquid of their joining dripped
onto the seat below.
He stood for a moment taking in the erotic sight of her glowing skin, as each
tiny movement of her unfulfilled body turned the canvas of her back into a
ballet of muscle and want. Stepping up behind her he caught her silken tresses
into one hand, and pulling them to the side bent low over her moisture
slickened skin, inhaling every scent, every nuance, every desire she had to
give him.
A low rumble left his chest as he allowed his demon to come to the fore making
Buffy's body arch in unbidden response to him. Her lust addled brain
registering his demon only moments before being thrown back into a well of
blazing need when she felt his roughened tongue begin the journey from the
cleft of her rounded buttocks slowly up her spine to the tender inner skin of
her neck.
" MMMmmmmmmmmmm.....ooooooooooHhhhhhh
...........SPIKEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Buffy howled in orgasm as he thrust
his rigid length into her at the same time he bit down into the curve of her
neck pulling her very essence into himself as he pounded into her.
"Moooore....harder...........Oh god...Oh god....Oh god...." Buffy's
voice shattered the stillness that surrounded them, mingling with the sounds of
wet skin slapping on wet skin. Her fingers scrabbled blindly for purchase on
the back of the seat, Spike's muscled chest pressing down on her back smashing
her breasts against the leather, one of his hands clutching the back of the
seat while the other moved with purpose to the apex of her heat to run over and
between her nether lips.
Pulling his fangs from her offering Spike continued to thrust into her as he
felt the onset of his orgasm. "Oh fuck...Buffy...Fuck...You feel
so.........soddin'...........harder....have to..........Oh fuck
yes........" He continued to chant his mantra as he drew closer and closer
his fingers continuing their dance on her clit bringing Buffy along with him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh.........Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.............Oh..GOD...Yes
....YES....FUCK ME......I'm GONNA
CUM........ I'm SO CLOSE
BABY........NOW............NOW.................OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooOOO
........." Buffy's body snapped taut as the first wave hit only to
convulse around Spike's driving cock, two thrusts, three.........An inhuman
sound half way between a snarl and a growl was ripped from Spike as he reached
the pinnacle and flooded her clutching womanhood with his cool seed. "FUCK.........BUFFFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYY....."
"Oh God Spike........Oh god........so
good.....never.........so......never.....Oh...oh god." Buffy's words
jumbled with her harsh panting as her chest heaved against the back of the lounge
where Spike had collapsed against her his own chest straining for unneccessary
air. Turning her cheek against the moist leather Buffy let her eyes drop closed
as one last delicious shudder ran through her body causing Spike to moan
quietly into her fragrant hair.
Wrapping her up in his strong arms Spike gently disengaged himself and sat down
with the tiny warrior curled into his embrace while he dropped a long kiss onto
the damp skin of her forehead before resting his chisled cheek against her
golden locks.
Buffy sighed happily against her lover's skin as she realized that he was now
indeed her lover, there was no going back, nor did she want to.
"Don' think I can give this up luv." Spike's voice rumbled pleasantly
under her ear echoing what she had just come to realize herself.
Looking up Buffy's eyes glowed as she ran a finger down his sharp cheekbone to
his full lips, sighing happily and with a saucy little wink she said," My
vampire."
And STILL on Spike's lap..............
"mmmmm," the
bleached vampire intoned as he carrassed his previous enemies tawny skin,
luxuriating in her warmth and the softeness that belied the strength and danger
she carried inside. Spike smiled against her forhead as he felt her tiny hands
return the simple touches thinking to himself that he's was gonna have to thank
the witch for whatever mojo she pulled this time, because he knew without a
doubt that Buffy wouldn't have come here under her own steam, and though he had
told her that he wasn't going to be able to give it up, he also knew, that once
the spell or whatever was over that it was back to business as usual. With a
sigh and internal shrug Spike resolved to enjoy this as long as he could this
time around.
Buffy giggled. Then she giggled again causing Spike to tilt his head down to
look at her closed eyes and happy grin with an answering grin of his own. Putting
a finger under her chin he leaned her face up so he could look into the deep
pools of hazel when they popped open. An impish grin on her face Buffy giggled
yet again at the questioning look on the handsome vamp's face.
"Just wondering," She said.
"S'at luv?"
"How many licks DOES it take to get to the center of your tootsie
pop?" Her grin getting even wider.
With a groan Spike's borrowed blood all seemed to rush to one now very hard
spot, the very same spot that was now poking Buffy in her side. A mischievious
glint in her eye, she slid off of his lap in one fluid movement to kneel on the
floor in front of the painfully erect vampire. Taking his cock into her tiny
hand she looked into his burning blue gaze and proceeded to lick from the base
to the head in one firm stroke.
"One,"
"Cor slaye.......rrrrrrrrrrr"
"mmmmmm....." She moaned around the head as she took it into her
heated mouth. Swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip causing Spike to
arch into her.
"Two..."
"Fuck.............Buff...........ooooooooo," Spike answered as his
hyper sensitive groin tightened up in answer to her other questing hand that
had moved up to cradle him firmly in her hot hand.
"mmmmm........three........."
Buffy could feel her own body starting to respond to erotic moans and shivers
of delight quaking through Spike, making her squirm in need. Releasing her hold
on her lovers erection, she continued to move to a beat only they could hear
with the carress of her mouth while moving her free hand down to her wet
junction.
She let out a small hiss of pleasure around Spike's cock as her own fingers
found their way into her moist opening. Shoving three fingers into herself,
Buffy let out a whimper that captured Spike's attention.
*Jesus........she's ..........oh yeah baby........just like that...........*
"Oh.........oh yeah baby...........touch yourself for
me.................ungh...............god
so.........sodding..............good....................Jesus
Buffy.........."
Buffy's hand moved quickly in and out of her slick wetness her thumb flicking
across her sensitive nub as she continued to give head to Spike. Each tremor of
feeling making her suck all the harder as they each strove for their orgasms. One
of Spike's hands came to lightly rest on her bobbing head as he held her blond
locks to one side with the other so he could see her play with her clit, her
fingers sliding out wet with their combined juices pushing him precariously to
the edge.
"Oh........fuck
Buffy.........fuck..........yeah.............yeah.........suck
it...........suck..........." Spike's voice became strained as his body
arched off the lounge striving to get ever deeper into the slayers suctioning
mouth, his reaction causing Buffy's body to strain in like as her fervent
questing for self pleasuring grew to a hot molten pitch.
"Mmmmm"
"oooOOOOOOOOO...........Slayer."
"MmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM........."
"oooOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKkkk........"
BANG............................
Buffy's mouth popped off
of his rigid cock as the previously locked door slammed open as a large
Trolgorath demon was thrown through it almost landing on the naked blond on the
floor.
"What the bleedin' 'ell is going on?" Spike roared jumping to his
feet to protect the petite woman still in shock at his feet.
At that moment the noise coming from the outside room reached a deafening roar
as both Buffy and Spike were both suddenly scrambling for the lounge as more
drunk, fighting demons flooded into the room.
"Ummm.......Spike?" Buffy's eyes looked up to his in a questioning
glance.
"Yea' luv, s'time to for us to depart."
Throwing his jeans on hastily he managed to grab his boots off the floor from
in between the brawling demons.Shoving them on he grabbed his shirt off the
back of the lounge as he turned to Buffy reaching for her hand and yanking her
unceremoniously out the side door and into the alley, running at full speed
Buffy yelling the whole time until they reached the corner of a park down the
street.
*Damn demon bachelor parties.* He thought to himself before turning to
the panting, grumbling slayer at his side.
His eyes widened comically as he took in her state of dress...or undress as it were.
Unable to find her clothing except her short ,shorts which she had managed to
get on, he had unwittingly drug her half naked through the downtown area of
Sunnydale.
"Cor luv, sorry 'bout that," he apologized as he rushed to put his
shirt over her naked upper half, fumbling with the buttons as he did so.
"I didn't even....wanker.........shoulda....." He continued to mumble
when all of the sudden he heard her giggle. Looking up with shocked eyes he was
treated to the petite slayer turning a lovely crimson as she tried in vain to
control her laughter, tears spilling out the sides of her eyes. Spike's head
tilted to the side as he took in the now nearly choking on her
laughter slayer and he began to laugh as well.
"Sooo....O.. ha ...ha......funny....ha...," Buffy's choked laughter
got even louder as she ended up leaning on Spike for support, his strong arms
immediately wrapping around her waist as he hid his head in her shoulder both
their bodies shaking with laughter.
After a few more snorts and some deep calming breaths Buffy spoke,"
So...what do you say to going back to my house and finishing what we
started?"
With an arch of his eyebrow and a wicked smirk that sent her heart off at a
gallop Spike raised his head,
"Sounds good to me."
As they started off towards her home, hand in hand, Spike could be overheard
saying "No funny business though slayer," as her answering peal of
laughter cut through the night she could then be heard replying,
" Ya' know Spike? I think this could be the start of a beautiful
relationship."
The
End