Sweet Dreams by Constance
 
 
Chapter #1 - Sweet Dreams
 
Set in a more gentle Season Six, what might have happened if Buffy'd been less depressed and ashamed of her sexuality, and Spike hadn't been so damn impatient and determined to bring her over to the dark side. Set very firmly before they shagged, but after OMWF.

Beta'd by Slackerace

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Spike opened hazy, lust filled eyes as Buffy's circling fingertips crept lower on his abdomen. Not that he usually allowed things to creep up on him when he was sleeping, but for this intruder he kept his eyes firmly closed and made an exception, until the feather-light touches over his bare chest made him wonder if he was still dreaming.

Buffy looked up to catch his eye, her features unusually detailed for a mirage.

"You're awake then?" she asked softly, not ceasing her ministrations.

"Not sure," said Spike, half gasp, half whisper. "I might be dreaming, pinch me."

Daringly, Buffy's hand slipped further under the sheet and she gently pinched the delicate skin inside his hip. "Definitely dreaming," murmured Spike wistfully.

Buffy teased the sheet down lower, till a couple of light brown pubes were visible. Even the mess of bedding was not enough to disguise his straining erection and she blew lightly on the sheet covering his modesty.

"Oh yeah," breathed Spike, "This is one of my favourites."

Buffy sniggered, looked up at him coyly through her lashes then inexplicably blushed. "Been thinking about what you said earlier," she said hastily.

One hand left the skin of his stomach and she ran a nail over the tip of his cock through the sheet, causing Spike to twitch violently. He opened his mouth but words failed him. "Oh?"

Her eyes never left his as her hand gently cupped him through the thin material. "You're right. It's not okay, the way I come to you, the way I treat you." Buffy moved to pull the sheet down further but Spike snatched her wrists and pulled himself up.

"Then I think there's something you misunderstood," he said carefully, trying oh-so-hard not to be distracted by the feel of her breasts through a thin cotton shirt, that nubile body sitting in his lap. "I love your company, you know that. There are no strings."

Buffy shrugged but held his gaze as she slid her hands around his hips, resting on the small of his back.

"Just because you don't mind doesn't make it right. I appreciate the way you let me come to you, never ask for anything in return. I shouldn't be such a bitch."

Buffy pulled herself more comfortably astride his lap till his erection was jabbing into her stomach and her hands crept lower, finger tips gently massaging. She heard his sharp intake of breath and wickedly ground herself against him. "'Cept sometimes being a bitch is kinda fun."

"I love that you're a bitch," growled Spike into her hair. "Don't need your... appreciation."

"Fine!" Buffy pushed him roughly back down onto the bed, pouting prettily. Then she grinned and shimmied a little, her knees gripping his thighs. "Sure?"

Spike grinned back. There was something catching about her mood tonight, hadn't seen her this playful since her Mum got sick, and God knows there'd been enough depression in between. He stretched lazily, putting his hands behind his head.

"Quite happy just to be watching you smile, love."

Buffy ducked her head and blushed again, gave him another Princess Di flutter as she traced patterns on his chest. "No blow job for you then, you big sap."

Spike gawped, then started laughing. "You're playing with fire, Missy." He caught one of her hands and brought it to his mouth. He imagined he could see a flicker of panic as he kissed her fingertips and released her hand, forced himself to speak seriously. "I love that you can have fun with me, if that gets me hot and bothered I'm not complaining. Didn't mean to... Ain't asking for a thank you, Buffy."

"I didn't mean it like that," said Buffy a little crossly, but her hands were splayed across his stomach and working lower. "I wasn't trying to thank you with sexual favours, I just came to apologise."

"You don't-"

"Not about the... that thing. For shutting you down when I wasn't in the mood for company. I've been major mood swing girl for a long time and I wanted to say sorry. And you distracted me being all naked and asleep and tousled..." Her eyes left his and travelled down his body. His bed sheet was now firmly trapped under Buffy, leaving Spike exposed in all his glory. "...and naked..." She licked her lips, gaze fixed without subterfuge on his cock. The gesture made Spike twitch again and she glanced back at his face. "...and kinda beautiful..."

"Sorry 'bout that." The vampire was getting close to losing all self control but he didn't want to stop her teasing.

"And you said once, if I was ever curious..." Buffy continued. "Not selflessly offering my body, that's icky. I just... want to explore my curiosity. I want to know, for instance, what you would do if I did this." She wrapped firm fingers round the base of his cock and gave a little squeeze.

"Fuck!" Spike yelped, clutching at the bedding and throwing back his head. Far too late he tried for casual and continued in a lower voice. "Mostly I'd do anything you tell me to."

"Figured." But her next squeeze was less confident and her voice betrayed doubt. "Is that obedience fear or lust induced?"

Spike managed to suppress a laugh but not a smile; he felt a rush of affection for his beautiful Slayer who didn't realise she was every man's wet dream.

Buffy scowled, unhappy to have shown insecurity. "'Cause you'd better have been afraid."

"I'm afraid you'll stop touching me," replied Spike with absolute truth. "You're off your rocker if you think there's anything you do that doesn't turn me on." He wanted to say more, explain the depth of his attraction and the feel of her hot little hand wrapped round his cock. But the vampire was afraid to end the game, tried to steer her back on course. "Anything else that's bothering you?"

With excruciating slowness Buffy squeezed, sliding her hand to the tip of his cock. Spike's convulsion seemed to restore her confidence. "The way you look."

Spike might have felt hurt but her eyes were fixed on his with a look that was far from revulsion and her hand was doing delicious things to his foreskin. "You could put a paper bag over my head," he managed to joke.

"When you touch me," Buffy clarified, "You get the strangest look on your face. And I just wanted to see what you'd look like if I touched you."

She was working him now in a slow rhythm that left dead lungs breathless, and Spike was unable to answer.

"I think I like it," Buffy added thoughtfully. "You don't hide anything. I can see everything I do right there on your face." She punctuated her words with another squeeze that made Spike thrust up into her hand. Her eyes never left his and Spike was almost hypnotised. Unconsciously her tongue wetted her lower lip and Spike jerked again.

"Every touch, every thought. Never need to guess what you're feeling, you let me see it all..." She trailed off, apparently lost in thought as she slid her other hand between his thighs.

"I'm betting you're seeing a whole lot of lust right about now."

"Yuh-huh," her voice lightened and Buffy licked her lips again, this time with deliberate affect. "Makes a girl feel kind of powerful."

"I'm yours," Spike gasped, "And you know I'll beg if only you'll keep touching me."

Power must indeed be an aphrodisiac, Buffy could think of no other reason for this unaccountable daring. But the naked want on his face was doing twisty things to her insides and she didn't want to stop.

"Well here I am, touching. Anything else you'd beg for?"

"Talk some more, love. Please talk to me. Your voice... so sexy."

He could feel the heat pouring off her as she stretched out over his bare chest to whisper in his ear. Gold tresses tickled at his skin, fisted erection tapped against her stomach, Spike almost came right then. "What do you want to hear?"

Good God, there was an invitation.

"Tell me how I'd feel, inside you."

Spike could almost feel her lips on him, heard the slight catch of her breath in the pause before she answered.

"You'd stretch me," she began hesitantly, slowing her movement. "You'd have to go in slow, that first time." She mimed the action with her hand, drawing a prolonged moan from Spike that made her shiver.

"Can feel you," he gasped. "So tight."

"So tight," she agreed, gaining confidence. "And so wet, all ready for you... a perfect fit..." She dipped her head, ran her tongue languorously over the head of his cock. "Shall I show you?"

Impossibly startled blue eyes met hers, before he could reply Buffy took him in her mouth.

"Shit!" the vampire squeaked. "Fuck! Buffy! Oh bloody hell!"

His brain stripped of everything but expletives as she sucked hard on his engorged head, Spike clung on to her hair and helplessly thrust up into her warm mouth.

"Slayer... Buffy... oh yes pet, show me."

Her teeth scraped lightly over ribbed skin as she took him in further, he could feel every movement of her tongue, her hand still wrapped firmly round the base of his cock.

Dragging in an unnecessary breath Spike tried to think of anything unsexy, but her hot little mouth was pumping him faster and faster and if she didn't stop now it would be the end of a beautiful friendship.

"Buffy Love... You've got to... Oh God! Please..."

She paused for a second, looked up at him questioningly, face still buried in his crotch.

It was possibly the hottest thing Spike had ever seen. Desperately he seized her shoulders and yanked her up his body. "You don't stop that now," he panted, "And I'm going to come right in your pretty little mouth."

Buffy grinned wickedly, eyes dancing with mischief, and put her mouth to his ear.

"Guess what, Spikey?"

"This is the part where you suddenly remember an urgent appointment?" he hazarded, voice trembling.

Spike could feel the heat of her lips radiating through strawberry lipgloss as she breathed.

"This is the part where you come in my mouth."

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When Spike came back down Buffy was stretched out beside him, poking at his ribs. "The vampire stamina's a myth then?"

"Huh?" he asked hazily.

"The whole 'go all night, don't need to sleep' boast? Because it looked like you were sleeping just then."

"I may have passed out," he agreed unsteadily. "Just a little. And here you still are, how 'bout that?"

Buffy humphed. "I see. You're the kind of guy who gets his and then goes to sleep, and I'm expected to just push off?"

The vampire opened his mouth indignantly, realised she was winding him up and laughed. Faster than even a Slayer eye could follow, he was moving, pinning her to the bed, hovering inches over her face. "Don't expect nothing. May I kiss you?"

Buffy shrugged, as much as one can do with a vampire holding them down. "Well it is your turn."