1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14
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! ;)
*****************************************************************************
They were back at Buffy’s house. Buffy stopped at the porch and looked at Spike. He stopped beside her and looked at her too. She was suddenly reminded uncomfortably of the end of a date. Ok, this is where he goes away now.
"I should get my things, pet," he said.
"Uh, yeah," said Buffy. She opened the door and he followed her inside. "I’ll get you a garbage bag to put them in."
She followed Spike upstairs. He looked so much like a regular guy at times. Ok, a really good looking guy, if high cheek bones, fine features and blue eyes were your thing. He wasn’t exactly Buffy’s usual modus operandi so to speak. Riley, Angel, Ben, they’d all been the solid jock type. Spike was on the wiry side. More angular, thought Buffy. Still a fantastic body though. Why the hell am I even thinking this?
Buffy stood in the bathroom doorway and watched Spike stuff his slimey clothes into the garbage bag.
"Perhaps you should burn those," she suggested.
"Burn them? Are you mad Slayer? That’s my best outfit."
"Funny," smirked Buffy. "Until tonight I thought it was your only outfit."
"Hey, just because all my clothes are the same colour…"
"I suppose it saves all that worry about co-ordination."
Spike smiled. He stood up and washed the slime off his hands. He picked up the bag of clothes and moved towards the door. To his mild surprise Buffy didn’t immediately move away.
"Thanks for your help tonight. Getting sneezed on, all that," she said, looking up at him.
"You’re welcome pet," said Spike. Tonight had been good, despite the snot monster. He cocked his head to the side and looked at Buffy thoughtfully, wondering if, maybe… Unconsciously he moistened his lips.
Buffy felt a shiver of excitement course through her. She caught herself studying Spike’s mouth and forced herself to act casually.
"Giles and the rest of the Scoobies are meeting tomorrow at the magic box. Researching all things snot monster," she told him.
Spike suddenly realised she’d said "rest of", had she included him as a Scooby? He didn’t know whether to be highly insulted or deliriously happy. He chose happy. Spike looked down at Buffy searchingly.
"Maybe I’ll drop by then, give my blanket a work out."
Buffy shrugged non-commitally. "If you want. No biggie. I’m sure I can tell them all about your adventures as a mucus demon’s tissue."
Spike nodded.
"Thanks for the shower, pet," he said.
"Don’t mention it," said Buffy. He was so close now. She could almost feel him. Buffy felt her body responding to his close proximity. Her cheeks coloured slightly and she looked down.
Spike tentatively reached out and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Everything about her was beautiful. Now or never mate.
"Buffy – " he began. He leant in towards her, ever so slightly.
Buffy suddenly panicked.
"Uh, anyway, you should go, shouldn’t you. I mean. That’s how it works. You go." She stepped backwards into the hall. Spike studied her carefully for a moment. Then he nodded almost imperceptibly, acquiescing to her wishes. He followed her into the hall. Buffy was still slightly wild eyed and wouldn’t meet his eyes.
Spike looked at her, amused. He was a bit frustrated, yeah, but he was also happy. He’d seen her eyes. He’d heard her heart beating too fast. He’d smelt…her desire. One day soon, maybe, if he didn’t fuck things up... Spike grinned. He started down the stairs.
"I’ll see you later Slayer," he said stopping and looking up at her.
"Bye Spike," said Buffy. She seemed about to say something. Seemed like she wanted to say something. Spike saw the turmoil on her face.
"Oh, fuck it," said Spike and bounded back up the stairs.
Buffy gasped as blond vampire swept her into his arms and covered her mouth with his, kissing her fiercely, softly with icy hot kisses. She pulled back for a second, searching his face. What was she doing? She met his piercing blue eyes, bright with desire, and soft with something else. There was no hate there, no anger, only want and need. She suddenly realised how beautiful he really was. Buffy leant into his kiss and into him. Her hands ran through his hair as his ran over her back, over her hips, over her. He pressed himself into her, mouth demanding. Hot kisses, tongues, touches. Buffy broke away, breathing heavily. Spike, still leaning against her, gasped raggedly, despite not even needing to breath.
"Hmmm," Buffy said. "Now I know what they mean about cigarette breath."
Spike had the decency to look embarrassed. "Sorry luv."
Buffy looked at him archly. "You’ll just have to go clean your teeth if we’re going to be making out tonight."
Spike grinned. "Where’s the toothbrush?" he said.
Buffy got him a spare toothbrush and just to be nice, she cleaned her teeth too. Spike watched her the whole time. Buffy returned his gaze, standing in a defiant manner that drove him crazy. She considered him. His stance, his body language, it oozed sex. Ok Buffy, she thought, a kissing session won’t hurt that much. Just get it out of your system, like Wendy and Cartman on South Park.
"Now then, pet" said Spike when they’d finished. His arm snaked about her waist. "Where were we?"
"I think we were right about here," said Buffy and she pulled his face down to hers. Spike kissed her.
"Mmm, minty fresh," Buffy murmured pulling back for a second.
Spike responded with a growl and pulled her back to him fiercely. Buffy’s heart pounded as he crushed his lips on hers. His tongue sought hers and his hands roamed over her possessively.
What’s the worst that could happen if I slept with him, Buffy thought as Spike’s lips tormented hers. He’d leave in the morning and I’d never see him again? And that’s bad how? A moan escaped from Spike as Buffy’s tongue entered his mouth. Somehow Buffy knew that wouldn’t happen. And he couldn’t pull an Angelus and turn evil on her, since he already was. Then Buffy knew. Knew what she really feared, that Spike would get to her when her defenses were down, and say something, something true and hurtful. That’s the worst that could happen, thought Buffy. And in that case he gets his ass kicked. A no-lose situation. She pressed herself against him and let herself fall into his kiss.
They stumbled into her bedroom and somehow got to the bed. More kisses, caresses and moans. They completely entwined themselves around each other. Spike’s hands roamed all over Buffy’s body, but did not go under her clothes. She had said make-out, not sex, and he wasn’t going to ruin this moment by doing the wrong thing. Instead he teased her through the fabric with his fingers and savoured the skin he could access, touching her hands, her arms, her neck, the small sliver of midriff that was bared to him. His mouth possessed hers, kissed along her jawline, savoured her neck, nibbled her earlobes.
Buffy ran her hands over Spike’s back and chest as her lips traced his mouth, his face and neck. He was doing incredible things with his hands. Hot with desire, Buffy could feel Spike’s erection pressing against her through his tight jeans. She rolled so she was on top, then broke away from his kiss and sat up, straddling him.
Spike looked up at her questioningly.
Buffy smiled at him and pulled off her shirt. The look on his face killed any doubts she’d had. Hmm, a little Buffy worship from Spike, she could handle that.
"Buffy," he gasped.
And then she undid his belt. Spike stopped questioning and started doing.
They fumbled, tugged, pulled and ripped their way out of their clothes. Mouths, tongues, hands and bodies touching, feeling, licking, sucking, kissing, laughing, fucking. Lots of fucking. Spike, all the time whispering sweet words into Buffy’s ears, chuckling softly and growling with pleasure at her giggles, moans and sighs.
They were dancing. Better than fighting her, Spike thought as they moved together. She was so hot, the heat of her blood, the throb of it in her veins nearly intoxicated him.
Buffy felt so alive, awake. Everything was Spike. She matched him, move for move, kiss for kiss, wave of pleasure for wave of pleasure. It's like fighting him, only better, she thought. Buffy let herself go, finding all sorts of ways to make Spike moan and shudder. It gave her immense satisfaction to be able to do it, to have him whimper her name because she was making him feel unbearable pleasure. Spike responded in kind, each gasp from Buffy, each soft moan, each wave of pleasure she inflicted on him caused him to torment her to even greater heights of ecstasy.
"Oh God, Buffy!" Spike groaned as she came, her muscles tightening around him. It was too much and he called her name as he came inside her, almost sobbing with the ecstasy of being with her. "Buffy, I love you Buffy," he whispered kissing her gently as he lay on top of her, spent. Buffy kissed him, stroking his sweat-soaked hair. She looked at him wonderingly, amazed by him and by what he’d made her feel. It had been the most incredible sexual experience she’d ever had.
"What’s wrong luv?" he asked as he saw her bottom lip crumple.
"Nothing," sniffed Buffy, wiping away a few tears. "I don’t know. It was so -. It’s all…"
"No pet, no," he said cuddling her close. "No tears." She suddenly felt wetness on his cheeks. She looked at him wondering and he laughed at himself.
"Bloody stupid, aren’t I pet?"
Buffy laughed too, despite herself.
"You were right," Buffy said. "I did have fun."
"Course I’m right," said Spike and he kissed her with a growl.
Sometime later, they both came again and this time they were too exhausted to even think about being emotional.
Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy and kissed her on the cheek.
"I love you," he murmured, half asleep.
Buffy lay awake for a little while longer. She couldn’t hear him, as he slept beside her, only feel him. His face was tucked against her neck, his arms embracing her, his legs entwined with her own. He needs me, she realised. He doesn’t care if I need him. He just wants to be allowed to need me. The thought made her roll over and hug him tightly. Spike stirred at the movement and tightened his embrace. A sleepy tousled blonde head sought her kiss. Buffy smiled at him and gave him several kisses. A satisfied Spike went back to sleep. Buffy sighed comfortably. She wasn’t going to think about what had happened tonight. No thinking. And the Slayer also went to sleep.
Spike woke just before dawn. For a moment he thought he was still dreaming. Buffy’s soft, firm, naked body was half under his, her arms wrapped possessively around him. He felt her all warm and sleepy beneath him, beside him. It wasn’t a dream, and he hadn’t dreamt the night before either. Spike thanked all that might possibly have any influence in his existence. She smelt so good. Spike lay there, tangled in Buffy and sheet, listening to her breath, watching her sleep. Skin against skin. Maybe he was a pervert. You couldn’t get more perverted than whispering I love you into a Slayer’s ear. Very high on the Vampire’s shouldn’t do list, that one. He looked at the sleeping girl beside him. If this was wrong, it was doing a damn fine impression of being right. Quietly, after a while, Spike gently disentangled himself and slipped out of bed.
Buffy woke to find her bed empty. It was still early morning and thin slivers of light slipped through her window. For an odd reason she felt excited, as if something important had happened. She smiled as she remembered the night before. Then suddenly there was an odd empty feeling in her stomach. Of course Spike had left, what had she expected? He probably wanted to get home before dawn. Why did she care anyway? It had been fun, but it wasn’t like they were in love or anything. It wasn’t like there was any reason for him to stay. Buffy rolled over, closed her eyes and resolutely tried to go back to sleep.
Then she heard footsteps. Dawn? The smell of food made her open her eyes. Spike walked into the room carefully, carrying a tray. Buffy rubbed her eyes.
"Spike?" He’d made her breakfast in bed?
"Morning Slayer," he said. "I didn’t know whether you liked weetabix or eggs or what, so I made ‘em all." Spike set the tray down on her bedside table. He kept talking. "I’ll help you eat it if it’s too much. I got the paper too."
Buffy was at a loss for words. "Thanks," she managed. Buffy realised how naked she was and pulled a sheet up to cover herself. Spike was only half dressed. He’d pulled on his jeans before going downstairs.
"S’alright, luv," said Spike. He sat down beside her. "You’ve got Scooby stuff soon. It’s the least I could do, seeing as I kept you up late and all."
He’s nervous, Buffy realised. And he brought breakfast.
"Mmmm, I’m spoilt," she said as she sat up, letting the sheet fall back a little.
Spike swallowed hard.
"Er, pet, I’ll get you your dressing gown or something." It would be very hard not to turn into a messy Spike puddle if she kept on sitting there all naked and sexy. He fetched her robe and handed it to her. Spike figured last night had been a one off and he wasn’t going to embarrass either of them by suggesting otherwise.
Buffy smiled. "Thanks," she said. Suddenly she realised she was hungry. "Gimme food," she said. Spike grinned, kissed her quickly on the mouth then got her the breakfast tray.
Still here and breakfast in bed, thought Buffy. Spike is less evil than Parker? His post-first-night-sex attentiveness was getting major point scorage. In fact this was probably the most attentive post-first-night-sex she’d had. Definitely better than Angel. Major, major points. Buffy suddenly felt the urge to have a huge girl talk session with Willow. No way was that possible. Buffy sighed. Spike lost mega points on the friends wiggability factor. And she was more than a little disturbed by how exciting she’d found his kiss this morning, and by how much she’d wanted it to continue.
"It’s getting very light pet," Spike said, stealing a piece of toast. "I’d better go."
"Hey, aren’t you going to help me eat all this?" she asked.
Spike grinned, took another slice of toast and climbed onto the bed beside her.
Between them they made short work of Spike’s feast.
"That was pretty good," said Buffy.
"It was just eggs luv," said Spike. He took the tray from her and put it on her beside table.
"Time for you to go?" Buffy asked.
Spike nodded. "Else it will be crispy fried Spike." He leaned over and kissed her goodbye. It was a gentle kiss, almost chaste.
"Thanks pet," he said. It was honest and sincere. Buffy still wasn’t quite used to Spike being pleasant.
"Spike," Buffy began, she didn’t know what to say. "It was nice."
Spike’s dead heart sung.
For old times sake though, he smirked. "It was more than bloody nice pet," he said.
Buffy looked at him airily. She could play it cool too. "I’m sure I don’t need to tell you not to tell anyone about this."
"About what pet?" he asked, dangerously close.
She looked at Spike defiantly. "You, me, sex," she said, knowing he knew exactly what she had meant.
"I’m hurt Slayer," said Spike, pulling on his shirt. "As if I’d want to tell anyone."
Buffy waited until he was gone then she got up and had a very long shower. What had she done?