Disclaimer: Not mine...That recurring dream of a Naked Spike in my bed....mmmmm yummy

Author’s note: Completely inspired by a very flirty IM conversation with my ex boyfriend. So therefore dedicated to JC for being so incredibly easy to flirt with. Thanks to BTL for the beta job.
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It was quiet in the house. Giles had taken the potentials, and Dawn, out for a shopping extravaganza, followed by dinner and movie. Something had to be done about the amount of whining that was going on in the house.

The silence was thick, but Buffy knew that she wasn’t the only person left at 1630 Revello drive. In the basement, lying quietly in his cot, a vampire waited. Waited for her to make up her mind, waiting for her to tell him that she needed him.

Setting her resolve, Buffy headed down the basement stairs, only pausing a moment on the last step before sitting next to him on the cot.

He was awake, like she had reading some ancient volume of poetry.

“Buffy?” he asked questioned, his eyes trailing over her slight body.

She smiled, and put a hand on his tee shirt clad shoulder. “I want to spend the day with you,” she said softly.

The smile that spread across his face was beautiful. Those simple words she had uttered brought a feeling of safety, of need, of comfort to his dead and unbeating heart.

“Just what do you have planned for today then?” he asked hestitantly.

“Oh, nothing spectacular, I have a few chores to do. I just...we haven’t been spending a lot of time, the two of us. I want to spend the day with you. We have the whole house to ourselves,” she mentioned with a little wicked smile

The leering look he gave her in response to that comment did not go unnoticed. With a small giggle, Buffy stood and held her hand out to him.

“Come on.”
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Their conversation was hesitant, each refusing to tread on topics that could potentially harm the happy feeling of the day. They did the dishes, sharing stories, laughing as Buffy washed and Spike dried the massive load of flatware and cutlery that the potentials generated.

With an evil look in her eye, Buffy put the last dish in the drainer then scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them at Spike, which landed on his shirt. She couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked look on his face. A sinister smile came over his face, as he positioned his wet dishtowel in striking distance, placing a few choice shots on her hospital pants covered butt.

A look of surprise at his actions stopped her giggle. Suddenly she reached for the spray nozzle of the tap and pointed the jet of water at the vampire, her giggles turning to shrieks as he grabbed the nozzle from her and turned it towards her.

“Spike!” she shrieked, her white top soaked, as she attempted to get away from the vampire and the drenching nozzle. She turned and in one fluid motion, slipped in the puddle that had accumulated at her feet, bringing Spike down on top of her.

Lying on the kitchen floor, wet and panting, gazing up at his beautiful blue eyes, Buffy was unable to think of any of the other chores that she had on her list to do.

Spike let go of the nozzle and placed his hands on either side of her head in preparation to hoist himself up and off of her. His body was tense, touching that which he believed he would never touch again.

Buffy noticed just how tense he was, as he lay covering her body. Her body reacting to the prominent bulge in his pants.

“Spike,” she said sweetly, reaching up and putting her hand on his cheek, her neck lifting off the floor in anticipation of a kiss.

“Buffy,” he whispered, his lips moving closer and closer to hers.

Their lips met, a spark passing through them. Buffy’s hands moved to weave her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, her tongue begging entrance to his cool mouth. Tongues caressing, Spike moved his hands to her breasts, squeezing gently and discovering pleasantly that she was braless, her nipples protruding from the wet fabric of her shirt.

Buffy responded with a moan, arching her back, forcing her breasts into her eager hands. She needed his touch. She missed his touch. Her hands trailing from his head down his strong muscled arms. Little fingers found their way up his wet tee and her nails scratched at his ripped abs.

Spike hissed in between kisses, feeling the sting of her nails. Her blunt teeth found his lush lower lips, sucking it into her mouth and nibbling. Her hands made easy work of his tee shirt, pulling herself away only to remove it and fling it across the kitchen.

Her red mouth attacked his lips once more, hands fervently exploring his now bare chest.

“God, Buffy,” he moaned pulling her flush against him as he attempted to sit up.

“Puddle, bad, couch, good,” she panted, grinding her pelvis into his, attempting to produce friction and give herself some relief from the tension increasing with in her. Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist and let him carry her to the living room couch.

Buffy’s rear hit the soft cushions of the couch, her kisses growing frantic as her body begged for contact. His nimble hands worked their way up her water soaked tee shirt, his fingers tugging at her pointed nipples, pinching and squeezing.

His delicate touches and caresses where driving her nuts. She pulled back from her lover and whipped off her shirt, exposing her damp breasts to the cool air of the house. Spike’s mouth watered at the sight present before him.

With a smile Buffy pulled his head down to her right nipple, moaning as she felt his tongue circle the pointed nub. His mouth occupied, Spike’s hands dove to divest her of her pants. Her hot core had been pressed against him for such a long time now, he could feel the damp that was seeping through her pants. He pulled the drawstring. His mouth detached from her nipple, as he looked down at her waist. He gingerly pulled the pants off of her, revealing a black lacy thong that barely covered her mound.

“Oh Slayer,” he said in awe, pulling the pants completely off of her legs.

Spike trailed a finger from the top of her thong to her left nipple, giving the peaked nub a pinch before continuing to her neck, and pulling her to him, capturing her lips with his own. Her hands frantically sought out the zipper to his jeans, while pressing her body closer to his.

Spike’s mouth moved to her neck, kissing and sucking, his hands returning to her breasts. He laid her back as he began licking a trail from her neck downward, circling each nipple, before delving into her navel and moving past the lacy thong to the soft flesh between her legs. In one swift movement, Spike tore that lacy bit of fabric from the Slayer’s body.

Buffy gasped from the feeling of the elastic tearing from her body and again as she felt Spike’s cool tongue lick a path between the lips of her pussy and latching on her clit. She moaned enthusiastically, her fingers making a home on his head, gently pressing him into her mound.

The vampire’s tongue explored her pussy with ardour, sucking on her clit at random intervals. She felt his hand moving, and sighed as he moved his thumb over her clit while his tongue penetrated the wet recesses of her quim, pulsating in and out. Her moans became a constant sound in his ear, punctuated by a gasp or two when he changed his tactics. The biggest gasp coming when he moved his hand from her clit, replacing it with his lips, while he inserted two fingers into her.

He spread her legs further. Buffy didn’t protest, in fact moved her pelvis in a rhythm, fucking his face. Spike inserted a third finger, and thrust a few times before sending the slayer cascading over the edge, her screams echoing through the empty house.

Spike licked up her cum, like a cat lapping up milk, before his thoughts were turned to the little slayer fingers popping the button open on his fly and sliding the zipper down. There was no nonsense about her as she took him out, pushing him onto his back and taking his hard cock into her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she let her tongue flick over the head of his cock, her hands pushing his wet jeans down as her hot mouth took time teasing him. Buffy pulled back , letting him slide out of her mouth.

“I want you Spike,” she said. “I want you in me.”

Spike groaned as her lithe legs straddled him, hovering over his thick shaft, which was pointing at attention.

“Yes, Slayer, Buffy,” he moaned, his hips jerking off the cushions, begging to be buried in her wet, hot cunt.

Buffy positioned him at her slick entrance and slowly sank down on him, taking the full girth of his shaft into her. Waiting a moment for her body to adjust to his presence with in her, she began a slow rhythm, sliding up and down on his hard cock.

Buffy let her hands trail up to her breasts, tugging at her nipples, as she rode him. Spike held her hips, and flipped them over, his cock needing a faster rhythm than her slow thrusts. Buffy’s eyes went wide as she found herself under him once more.

“Next time, I’m breaking out the handcuffs,” she said, her voice rough from use.

A smile spread across his face at her admission that there would be a next time. Rising himself up on his hands, and angling his thrusts to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves within her, he increased his pace, slamming into her relentlessly. Buffy wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself closer to him and forcing him deeper within her.

His mouth, sought purchase on her neck, sucking the blood to the surface, his demon begging to sink his fangs into that tender flesh. He dared not, until in breathy tones, she panted out those words he had never believed he would hear.

“Bite me Spike, make me yours.” Her eyes locked with his briefly before she titled her head sideways giving him better access to her neck.

He growled at the offer and shifted into game face, his fang coming to the fore. His manic thrusts sending her over the edge once more, her climax milking his ever thrusting cock. Spike bent down, first licking the spot he intended to mark.

Buffy felt a sharp pain as his fangs sank into her skin, the sensation of him pulling the blood from her veins sending her into another orgasm, spots forming in front of her eyes. Spike roared with his own release, his lips covered with her blood.

“Mine,” he barked.

“Yours,” she agreed. She clenched her inner muscles as his thrusts slowed with the spending of his cold seed.

His body covering hers once more, naked and spent, he licked the marks he had made, his cock still imbedded with in her.

Buffy kissed his neck tenderly and sighed the sigh of really good sex.

“That what you had in mind when you asked me to spend the day with you pet?” he asked, nuzzling at his marks.

Buffy giggled. “It would have been much less entertaining without you,” she acknowledged. “But the day isn’t over.”
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The end