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Juliatheyounger
Author's Site: http://www.geocities.com/juliatheyounger/fiction.htm
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and all the clever people at Mutant Enemy etc own these characters, I'm just sad and obsessed with Spike and felt the need to write about them ;)
Summary: Spike, Buffy, sex. What? You want a plot? Ok, Spike and Buffy spend some quality time fighting a child snatching snot monster. Fluffy B/S shippy fic.
Rating: R for adult concepts, language and not too descriptive sex (sorry I'm no good at smut).
Spoilers: Season 5 up to Intervention (maybe some after that)
Feedback: Yes please! (Although I'm a Buffy/Spike shipper
virgin so please be gentle).
Distribution: In the extremely rare chance that someone a, actually reads this, and b
wants to put it elsewhere, then YES PLEASE DO! But let me know so I can be suitably
flattered.
Author's note: Set after the Glory incident. She imploded. I know, I know, terrible, sad things ACTUALLY happen in the real Buffyverse, but cos I'm in Australia I haven't seen the finale yet. I started writing this before I read those spoilers so just pretend this is an alternate universe where certain people don't die and Glory conveniently got sucked into her own personal black hole. Thanks! ;)
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Buffy walked through the cemetery on Slayer duty. No vampires here, no vampires anywhere. She had put off the cemetery until last and would have avoided it totally if possible. It wasn't that she was avoiding Spike, it was just, things got complicated when he was around.
He had left last night, not long after they - Buffy didn't want to call it sex, it had been too tender for just sex, but something stopped her from calling it making love - after they had finished. Spike had kept his word, they had been quiet. Buffy ignored the warm glowy feeling in her stomach as she remembered it. It was as if he had made time stand still, every act, every movement was slowed to the nth degree. They had lain in bed, silent except for the sound of her breath. Spike inside her, above her, against her. He held her close, touching her with every inch of his body. His lips had brushed hers, had trailed over her face, had lingered on her neck. He had moved inside her so slowly, each stroke had been an eternity. Buffy had felt almost drunk, the need for release consumed her, Spike's slow and deliberate thrusts building her up to an unbearable climax. And then, then as she came, trying not to cry out, he had crushed his mouth to hers and had come with her.
The glowy feeling in her stomach had moved elsewhere as well now. Buffy shook herself. So thankfully he hadn't stayed the entire night and she'd managed to avoid any uncomfortable questions from Dawn. Explaining a relationship with a vampire to her sister would not be easy. Especially as Buffy wasn't even sure if it was a relationship. Damn Spike, why did he have to make life so complicated.
Buffy kept walking. No vampires, no vampires anywhere. She really felt like doing some Slaying tonight.
Spike stayed at the Bronze as long as possible. It wasn't that he particularly wanted to play pool or get drunk. It just gave him something to do instead of hanging around the cemetery like a sad loser type waiting for the Slayer to show up. Spike thought it would probably be best if he didn't make an appearance tonight. They'd had sex three times now in about as many days. It wasn't that he didn't want to do that anymore, he'd keep doing that forever if he could. He just felt that now was a good time to give the Slayer some space. Spike didn't want to come across as all lovesick and obsessed with her. He could do that just as well in private. Hanging around the Bronze was infinitely easier than sitting at home at his crypt hoping she'd stop by. He took a swig of beer and grinned. Last night had been bloody amazing.
Spike lit a cigarette as he stepped out into the night. He figured the Slayer would be at home by now, all tucked up in bed. Probably needed a bloody good night's sleep, he thought with a grin. It was a dark night, the moon hidden behind clouds. This was the kind of night Spike would once have reveled in. Slipping through the streets like death in leather. Hell, he liked most nights, light or dark. Any night where he could hunt, fight and kill was fine by him. The scent of fear, then the scent of blood. Part of Spike missed that. Part of him, however, the part that liked to rub Slayer feet while watching tele, thought it was a price worth paying. Now he had demon kills and the scent of vanilla and desire. Yeah, definitely worth it. Course, when he lost this sodding chip… Spike didn't consider that possibility much anymore. For starters, he no longer had an overwhelming desire to kill Buffy. Ok, he had no desire to kill Buffy. And he could get his dose of good healthy violence by beating the undead crap out of Sunnydale's abundant demon population. And blood, he could get blood. Spike avoided using the word changed, but he had.
Just as he reached the cemetery Spike suddenly stopped. Something was following him. He listened intently, four somethings. Spike finished his cigarette and waited. Two seconds later, four vampires stepped out in front of him.
"William the Bloody," said one, obviously the leader.
"Yeah, that's me." Spike's stance was deceptively casual.
"We've just arrived William," said the leader. "And we like the look of Sunnydale. Nice and close to a hellmouth to keep us all warm and toasty"
"It's got that I s'pose," said Spike eyeing them carefully. The leader seemed set on a bit of chitchat so he lit another cigarette. That was the problem with these sodding master wannabes they all wanted to talk first before they got down to the fighting. Spike was all for a bit of talking, but only if he knew he couldn't fight his way out of something.
"We understand however that this prime piece of real estate has its drawbacks."
"It can get a bit sunny in the middle of the day," agreed Spike.
"It's got a Slayer," said the leader.
"Oh, yeah, and that."
"A Slayer poses an irritation, but not a problem to us. We will dispose of her, sooner or later."
"Could try I suppose," said Spike.
"Normally a Slayer poses an irritation, but not a problem to us. We understand however, William, that you are doing your level best to make life easy for her."
"Wouldn't say that exactly mate," smirked Spike.
"You've been systematically hunting and killing the entire Sunnydale population of vampires and demons," said the leader. He stated it as a fact, not an accusation.
"Wouldn't say systematically either mate," said Spike stepping on his cigarette butt. "Its not like I've got a bloody list or something."
"You've been killing your own kind. Why?"
"What can I say, I'm not a team player." Spike stuck his hands in his pockets. "The only reason anyone keeps minions is cos they want work done. I don't have any work I want done, so I can't see the point. 'sides, the more of us, the less blood there is to go around."
"We were told you were working with the Slayer. We heard you're her pet vampire. I'm afraid we can't allow that to continue."
"Is that right?" Spike's voice was deceptively light. "Well as it turns out, I am." And he slogged the leader in the face. Before the vampire could even stagger back, Spike had thrust a stake through his heart. The three standing vampires advance on him. Spike grinned, just what he needed, a good fight, take off the edge before bed.
Buffy heard the fighting and arrived just in time to see Spike dealing with three vampires all at once. He ducked a blow from one and followed through with a well-aimed stake. Buffy grabbed one of the remaining two.
"Hi, have we met?" she asked.
The vampire growled. Buffy blocked its punch and knocked it backward with a blow to the jaw. The vampire was dust before it could recover. Buffy turned and caught the vampire Spike was fighting as it reeled back from a solid blow to the head. The vampire exploded into dust as she thrust a stake through its heart.
"Friends of yours Spike?" Buffy asked walking over to the vampire. They fought well together, she realised. And Spike had no issues about her saving his ass.
Spike was still in full game face. He was slightly stuffed but managed a cocky grin. "Hello Slayer," he said smoothly. He surveyed her, taking in her bright eyes and slightly flushed face. He wanted her. The fight had only made things worse.
"You ok? What happened?" Buffy stepped closer to him. He looked so powerful, post-fight. Sexual.
Spike looked at her. Vamped out she couldn't read his expression.
"There's a new Master in town Slayer."
Buffy's face grew serious. "Who?" she demanded.
Spike looked around then pointed to one of the piles of dust. "That one there, I think," he said.
Buffy grinned with relief. "Dusty, just the way I like my masters."
"How's your night been Slayer?" Spike shook off his game face and took a seat on a large headstone. He lit up a cigarette.
"Dead. Looks like you got to have all the fun."
"Saved some for you didn't I?" That cocky grin again.
"Appreciated." Buffy didn't know why she did it, but she took a seat beside Spike.
"So apart from fighting Sunnydale's latest threat what did you do tonight?"
"The usual, killed some virgins, kicked puppies, normal evil vampire activities."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. He gave her a half grin.
"Went to the Bronze and had a game of pool. The band wasn't half bad."
"You are truly evil." Buffy smiled at him.
Spike looked at her. Was this a girlfriend/boyfriend moment? Should he kiss her now? Bloody hell, he thought. Here he was the Big Bad, worrying about how she'd react, bloody pathetic. The girl wanted monster in her man, not some sodding wet pet vampire. She'd let him know soon enough if she didn't want it. Spike jumped up and stood in front of Buffy.
Buffy looked up at him, startled by his sudden movement and the change in his expression. There was something dangerous in his eyes. Buffy felt a thrill of excitement. This is wrong, she thought, fear and stakage is the correct reaction, not lust. Spike leant into her, pressing himself between her legs. His eyes bore into hers, savouring the desire he saw there. His lips curled into a smirk.
"I am evil, pet," he said. "Want me to show you?"
Buffy's pulse quickened rapidly. So they were going to play a game were they? At least she thought it was a game. Buffy decided to take precautions.
She looked at Spike defiantly.
"Fine, show me," she said. "As long as I can hold this." And she held up a stake.
It was Spike's turn to get a thrill of excitement. Ooh she was going to play. Very nice.
He gave her a sexy look.
"I accept your terms Slayer," he said in a low growl. And then he vamped out. Immediately Buffy's stake was at his chest. He chuckled. Then, careful to avoid any sudden movement that might cause the Slayer to imbed her stake in him unnecessarily, Spike leant in and brushed her lips with his. He felt her shudder and he wasn't sure whether it was with disgust or desire. He pulled back slightly and held her eyes with his golden ones. There was disgust there, and a hint of fear, but also, desire. He shook his game face off and pulled her into a kiss. Their kiss deepened and Spike felt the stake move away from his chest. He pressed in closer to Buffy so that he was standing between her legs. She shifted forward on her seat to press against him. Her arms wrapped around him and he could feel the stake against his back as she clutched it in her right hand. His tongue sought hers and soon they were devouring each other's mouths. Spike's hands slid up Buffy's bare thighs and under her skirt. He felt her tense then relax as he gently tugged her panties down. She was already wet. Buffy gasped as his fingers began to explore her. She couldn't believe what they were doing. Luckily they had just killed the only other things likely to be in the cemetery at night. Their kisses became fierce. She could feel how hard he was as his groin pressed against her thigh, his fingers thrusting into her.
"Spike," gasped Buffy.
Spike withdrew his fingers and fumbled at his belt.
"Spike-" It was not a moan this time.
"Slayer?" Spike looked at her.
"Can you, do you, you have to wear a condom."
Spike hadn't been expecting that.
"Um, pet, you don't exactly have to worry about birth control and if you did I think you probably should've brought this up a couple of days ago."
"No, it's just -" Buffy blushed. She didn't know how to say this.
"I can't get diseases luv, I'm dead, nothing can live in me."
"No, it's just, um, it's a bit messy. It's fine at home or even at your place although you don't have a shower, but I'm finished patrolling yet and I have to walk home. I thought it wouldn't be as messy if you wore one."
"Oh." Spike was embarrassed. "Hadn't thought of that." He fumbled in his pockets wishing one would appear by some miracle.
"I don't have one pet."
Buffy bit her lip. "I don't - wait a second." She opened the little backpack she wore when she went slaying. She triumphantly retrieved the small square packet she'd put in there when she was still going out with Riley, just in case.
Spike grinned. Relieved. He took the packet from her and tore it open gingerly. There was a pause. Spike considered the problem. It couldn't be too hard to put one of these things on, he'd seen it done on tv.
"Um, Buffy? Do - Could you - Pet I've never put one of these things on before."
Buffy bit the inside of her cheek and tried not to laugh as she realised this was true.
"I mean Dru had me wear these- " he stopped, realising Buffy probably didn't want to hear about that, and also because she had just taken hold of the situation and him. Spike had no problem regaining his erection.
"There," said Buffy.
Spike looked at her wonderingly then crushed his mouth on hers ferociously. There was much fumbling and ragged breathing and fucking, plenty of fucking.
A little bit later as Buffy was straightening her skirt. Spike picked up Buffy's dropped stake and handed it to her. He grinned at her flushed face.
"Pet, you look like you've just been shagged in the cemetery."
"Spike-" Buffy didn't even want to think about it. "I'm going home."