Author's Name: Sarah Aless
Author's E-mail: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk
Title: Show Me The Way To Go Home
Disclaimer: They're not mine *big sigh* Joss and Mutant Enemy own
them I'm just having fun......and wishing and definitely not making
any money.
Distribution:www.geocities.com/spikeaholic20, One Good Lay, StS, &
www.vampires-kiss.net .Anyone else.....Put it where you like ;-) but
please tell me where it's going.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/B
Feedback: Yes please.....pretty please. Pretty pretty please.
Spoilers: Season 6 - Hell’s Bells
Author's Notes / Summary: First off in this fic Anya and Xander's ‘not-a-wedding’ WAS a wedding – cos I just hated how cruel that episode was to have Anya give her ‘best-friend’ speech and then have her heart ripped out. Anya and Xander don’t really feature in the fic but I wanted to fix that.
The fic is Spike/Buffy and they are both drunk, and we all know how THAT loosens the inhibitions. Mostly written to make myself feel better for the drunken embarrassment I caused myself over the holidays.


The Slayer was good and drunk. Her admission to Spike that it hurt to see him with someone else had been the biggest understatement of her life. She half wished she hadn’t convinced him to stay when he said that he’d leave, but she had made her bed and she would have to lie in it. That thought took her to a dangerous place so she went searching for the wine.

Her emotions had been considerably muddled even before the copious amounts of wine and champagne she had consumed. She was so happy for Anya and Xander that she could burst, yet every time she caught sight of Spike it felt like someone had ripped her heart out and was stomping it into the ground. It being a wedding and all she’d wanted to hang on to the happy feelings so she continued to studiously apply herself to getting as drunk as possible.

By seven in the evening she was buzzing around her friends, decidedly merry and entirely oblivious to the pair of blue eyes hazily watching her from across the room. Spike’s date had long since departed, entirely pissed at the vamps inattention and seeming obsession with watching the small blonde in the radioactive bridesmaid dress. After the girl had left Spike had begun knocking back the whiskey like there was no tomorrow. He was slumped in his chair now, a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the table before him as he watched the ‘happy’ Buffy that he rarely got to see. Spike was conflicted too; she did ‘glow’ but a selfish part of him hated seeing her happy at all without him. ‘Of course’ he snorted to himself taking a swig of his drink ‘mostly the glow is cos of all the bloody wine she’s been drinking. Silly little bint. Didn’t she learn anything from the night I took her to kitten poker?’

Eventually it was time to wave Anya and Xander off. Buffy swayed slightly as she waved, a bright smile lighting up her face. When they’d gone everyone made their way back inside leaving just Buffy, Willow and Tara at the roadside all with soppy grins on their faces. Willow and Tara seemed to be getting on remarkably well and practically skipped back into the building, both oblivious to the extent of Buffy’s intoxication. Dawn was off already canoodling with the horned teenage demon she’d met earlier. Buffy’s smile faded by degrees as she turned to make her way up the three or four steps up to the path to the building.

Sure enough in true ‘drunken bum’ style she caught her foot in the hem of her hideous dress and fell incredibly gracelessly, face-first up the steps.

“Oh…….bugger!” she slurred as she attempted to push herself up, her arms slipping out from under her and refusing to take her weight.

She managed to prop herself up on her elbows and look up at the figure standing over her when she heard a chuckle.

“Glad to hear I had some impact on your life luv.” Spike was slurring a little less than Buffy.

“Wha….wha….whaddyamean?” she managed eventually. She tried to get up again but her feet got hopelessly tangled in the dress “stupid dress” she muttered to Spike’s amusement.

“Last I knew schlayer ‘bugger’ wasn’t a common exp….exp….curse word hereabouts.” Maybe Spike wasn’t as sober as he’d thought; he was still way ahead of Buffy on the sober front though.

“Well, atch’lly….for your infromat’n mister. I learned that from (hiccup) Giles” Buffy was very proud that she’d managed a whole sentence.

“Ssssure ya did Slayer.” he slurred offering her a hand to pull herself up on.

Buffy did her best to give his hand a withering look “I can do it myself” she stated, her actions contradicting her statement in the most annoying way. She wasn’t angry at Spike or anything but she was under the mistaken drunken belief that she didn’t need any help.

Spike shrugged and took a seat on a low wall that ran up the side of the steps and continued alongside the path to the building. He lit a cigarette and watched with growing amusement as Buffy attempted to get to her feet. By the time he had finished his cigarette Buffy had given up. After her first few unsuccessful attempts Spike’s laughter had made her decide to just stay put until he finished smoking and went inside.

Stamping out his cigarette Spike moved over to her and held out his hand again.

“Go away Schpike” she said pouting slightly (which Spike found adorable) “told you…can do it m’sself. Jus’ don’ need an audience.” Propping herself up on one elbow she attempted to bat his hand away and of course missed entirely, sending herself sprawling forward.

Spike tutted at her and finally lost patience. Leaning down he grabbed her under the arms and hauled her to her feet.

“Eeep” Buffy squealed at the unexpected motion. Once she was standing she started to protest again “Spike! I told…..” was as far as she got before he cut her off.

“Slayer! You are plastered.” he carefully enunciated every word to hide his own inebriation (which he now realised was practical sobriety next to the state she was in).

“m’not!” she huffed sullenly.

“Oh yeah?” Spike challenged raising an eyebrow. Ever since he had stood her up he’d been steadying her with his arms under her forearms, his hands gripping her elbows. At her denial he let go of her entirely and watched as she managed to actually stop herself falling backwards. She wasn’t so lucky when her centre of gravity overcompensated and she tipped forward. The dress was twisted round her legs, preventing her from taking a step forward and she helplessly flailed her arms as she fell towards Spike. Her fingers latched round his belt and she clung on tight, lifting her head she found that she was face-to-….well, crotch with his cock.

“Ooh,” she laughed drunkenly “haven’ been thisclose to lil’ Spikeykins for a while.”

“Right!” Spike said. Grabbing her arms again he pulled her over to sit on the low wall he’d recently vacated. Once she was seated he worked on untwisting the dress from round her ankles so that she could walk. He was just about to launch into a speech about how she really couldn’t handle her drink, and did she want to be ill like last time? when they were jumped by an opportunistic vampire. Both being more than a little the worse for wear it actually took them a moment to get into gear. After five minutes and a fight so ludicrous it defied description they eventually managed to get a stake into his heart. Neither was sure which one of them had actually struck the fatal blow but the vamp was actually grateful to be dusted to escape the agony of the numerous ‘stake-holes’ now covering his body.

Spike turned to Buffy with a huge grin on his face just in time to see her breathe in a lungful of vampire dust. Her face turned almost as green as her dress and she quickly ducked behind some convenient bushes. Spike’s grin widened as he heard her begin to be violently ill.

“Y’know Slayer,” he smiled “someone as little as you are shouldn’t drink s’much. And you definitely shouldn’t jump around like you just did when you have.”

“Shuddup Spike.” Buffy managed between retches, making Spike chuckle again.

She eventually emerged looking extremely flushed, partly from embarrassment, partly from the ‘violently ill’ part. She was, however a lot steadier on her feet, although still unquestionably drunk. She felt a lot better too, the world was no longer spinning quite so energetically.

“Euuurrgh!” she exclaimed “I need to go home, get out of this dress, and brush my teeth. My mouth tastes disgusting.”

“Attractive luv!” Spike responded sarcastically.

“And again I say shuddup Spike.”

“Well, I better come with you schlayer” Spike asserted “cos, you’re still teetering about a bit and I don’t think you’d make it if matey there has any pals hanging about.”

Buffy thought about arguing but quickly decided she couldn’t be bothered. “Okay,” she reluctantly agreed “but only cos I’m going to go patrolling when I’m less icky-mouthed and you might come in handy.”

“Always handy for you luv” Spike replied.

Buffy looked at him carefully trying to decide if his words were a sexy double entendre, a dig about her calling him convenient once upon a time, or merely an agreement that he’d always be ready to help with the slaying. ‘Oh who cares what he meant,’ Buffy thought ‘let him say what he wants. I’m in perfect control of myself. He won’t get to me with his sexy talk, not like I’m going to be thinking about his arousingly piercing eyes, his washboard abs or his………..damnit, get a grip Buffy!’

In an effort to jump off her current train of thought she began striding purposefully towards her house. Spike fell into step beside her and stayed mercifully quiet until Buffy made a wrong turn. She was having a great deal of trouble stopping herself thinking sexy thoughts about Spike and what with the alcohol and her mind wandering so much she’d unconsciously started walking towards the nearest cemetery. She was stopped by Spike catching her arm and even through her haze she felt the electricity that always shot through her at his touch.

“Wrong way luv.” Spike said

“Ooops,” she replied “guess the ‘violently-ill' didn’t sober me up as much as I thought. Good thing I got my own little vamp navigator to show me the way to…..oh!” she grinned as she remembered something from her childhood. Linking her arm with Spike’s she began to walk towards her house again, as they walked she began to sing.

“Show me the way to go home,
I’m tired and I wanna go to bed
‘had a little drink about an hour ago
and it’s gone right to my head”

She giggled as Spike continued

"Wherever you may roam
On land, or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home."

“You know that song too?” she asked

“Well obviously Slayer. Very popular when I was mortal that was. I’m surprised you do though.”

“My Grandpops taught it me.” Buffy smiled back at him.

“So,” Spike now had that annoying but damned arousing smirk on his face “I’ve shown you the way to go home. Let’s talk about the going to bed part. I’m sure I could make the tiredness go away.”

“Ewwww Spike!” Buffy’s words belied the heat gathering at her core at his words. “That was a lovely childhood memory of Pops you just destroyed there! And……well, we don’t do that any more so shuddup!” She pulled her arm from his and swatted at his shoulder, not making much contact though due to her inebriation.

Spike put his hands in the air, laughing “Ok I’m sorry Slayer. Sorry for tainting the memory, but you have to admit you’re more than a little interested in the rest.”

“Am not!” she denied again “So be quiet. Now!”

They got the rest of the way home without Spike saying anything, lewd, crude or let’s face it enticing. They didn’t see a single vampire all the way there. Once inside Buffy left Spike in the kitchen with instructions to make coffee and went upstairs to clean her teeth and splash copious amounts of cold water on her face. When she’d done this and changed into sweats ‘Nothing remotely sexy’ she’d told herself ‘he doesn’t need any encouragement to tease me, which leads to the tempting which leads to…nope definitely functional sweats top and bottoms for me.’ On returning to the kitchen she was surprised to find that Spike had almost done as he was told. There was a steaming mug of coffee on the island for her. He however, was swigging whiskey straight from the bottle that he’d pilfered from the wedding.

Grinning to herself that Spike had, to a degree, managed to straight-forwardly carry out her request she reached for the cup. Her grin changed to a half-frown of consternation when she looked at the coffee.

“Spike, there’s only half a cup here.” She pointed out.

‘Actually only a quarter of the cup is coffee’ Spike thought to himself with an inner giggle. “Just drink it Slayer.” He groused.

Buffy took a mouthful and immediately after she swallowed it her face screwed up, her tongue protruded and “Bleurgh,” she shuddered “Spike! You put whiskey in this didn’t you?”

Spike couldn’t help the mischievous grin. “Well, you wasted perfectly good wine by vomiting it up, and again, I say ‘attractive’ luv. I however am still a bit squiffy and I don’t fancy being drunk alone, so I made you an Irish coffee.”

“Spike! It tastes like you put a whole bottle in here.”

“Oh, hush Slayer. Just drink up. I have plans for you and somehow I think it’ll go better if you’re drunk.”

Buffy eyed him suspiciously. “When you say plans…….?” The whiskey was already giving her a warm feeling as it slid down her throat and she could feel the light-headedness increasing. God but he looked sexy lounging against the counter, even if he was swaying a little (and she was sure he was, it wasn’t just HER drunkenness). She had a glint in her eye now and a saucy look was overtaking her facial features as the whiskey reacted with the other alcohol already in her system.

Spike composed his face into a shocked expression at her flirtatious look and tone of questioning. “Well, Schlayer,” he said taking a swig from the bottle “I do believe you’re giving me bedroom eyes over there. And hear I just wanted a little dance with you. What with you saying it was over and all I figured a little liquid encouragement would put you in a charitable mood. Way you’re looking at me right now though, maybe I shouldn’t have wasted whiskey on you, you’re obviously up for it anyway…...”

While he was talking Buffy downed the rest of the coffee and he stopped talking entirely when she moved closer. Her eyes were half-lidded as she moved in front of him so that their bodies were almost touching. Parting her lips slightly she lifted up on her tiptoes to bring her mouth to his. Just as Spike leaned down to her she grabbed the bottle of whiskey from his hand and danced backwards before he could grab her or the bottle. Moving quickly, though not necessarily steadily, she put the island between them. They both moved sideways round the island, Spike with a thunderous countenance and Buffy grinning tauntingly at him.



Part 2
“You devious little………” Spike began. He was stopped short when Buffy reached the sink. She took a swig herself, straight from the bottle followed by the requisite “Bleurgh.” before holding it over the sink at an angle just short of spilling. “Don’t you dare!” he threatened.

Buffy just grinned some more and tipped the bottle a little further. “Don’t come any closer vampire,” she giggled “or the whiskey gets it!”

“You pour my drink out and you’ll bloody get it.” Spike returned.

“Promises, promises.” Buffy replied, waggling her eyebrows at him as she took another gulp. The cheeky eyebrow waggle was kind of ruined by the inevitable “Bleurgh.” which gave Spike a moment to pounce when she closed her eyes. Buffy had anticipated this – drunk she might be but she was still the Slayer, she knew her enemies. Holding the bottle behind her back but still over the sink which Spike now had her backed up against, she reached on to the drainer with her other hand. Spike stopped trying to retrieve the bottle from behind her when he realized she had picked something up.

In the instant that Spike froze trying to assess what her weapon might be Buffy slid out from between him and the sink. Before he’d processed that move she whacked him hard on the butt with the plastic spatula she’d picked up. She’d actually been going for the metal one that she’d snatched up the morning she became invisible, when he’d been extolling the virtues of her hair. Never mind, this one made a nice thwacking sound when she hit his butt, which she did again quickly before Spike turned round.

“Hey!” he shouted lunging at her as she ran back around the island again laughing and waving the spatula in the air.

“Got you!” she crowed.

“You are a bloody tease.” Spike yelled. Had he been sober he would no doubt have launched into a speech about how he knew she hadn’t meant it when she said it was over. How she didn’t know what she wanted and even though she hadn’t actually kissed him just now it was clear that she was asking for it. As it was, all he was concerned with was getting his hands on her and his whiskey. “C’mere” he growled, sending a shiver straight down Buffy’s spine as they both circled the island.

“Not gonna happen bleach-boy.” She laughed, dodging round to the other side again as he attempted another lunge. She bravely made a quick dart forward and whacked the spatula down on his hand, which he had put on the counter top to steady himself.

“You bloody little witch! C’mere now!”

Buffy now had her back to the dining room door, and sticking her tongue out she skipped backwards into the other room, before turning and running. She knew Spike would be hot on her heels and briefly thought about running to the other side of the dining room table to put another obstacle between them. She decided against it and ran on round the corner, through the hall and into the living room. Spike was right behind her and made a lunge for the giggling blonde just as she veered round the back of the sofa. Spike couldn’t check his momentum in time and ended up sprawled along the full length of the sofa.

Buffy moved quickly, she ran round the sofa and amazed herself by managing to put the whiskey on the coffee table without spilling it. Leaning over, she grabbed Spike’s hands and pinned them to the small of his back. She then proceeded to whack him, pretty much all over with her deadly weapon.

“Ha! Got you now Spikey boy,” she laughed “how’s it feel to be whipped by the slayer?”

“I’ll show you soddin’ whipped when I get up Slayer” Spike threatened.

“Yeah, you and what army?” Buffy laughed some more before pausing in her enthusiastic thwacking of the back of Spike’s legs to reach for the bottle of whiskey. She’d gotten quite the taste for it now and she was sure her shuddering was becoming less vehement. That was her big mistake. While she was having one of those ‘less vehement’ shudders, Spike exploited the weakness again, freeing himself easily from her grasp as her body was twisted to the coffee table.

Buffy squealed when she realised he’d got free and tried to run. Spike was quicker though, grabbing her round the waist he threw her down on the couch. One of her hands was trapped beneath their combined weight and the other, the one holding the spatula was quickly grabbed by Spike. Buffy struggled and ended up half on – half off the sofa. Spike was concentrating on wresting the kitchen implement from her grasp.

“I got ya now Slayer,” he said “give me the spatula.”

“Noooo!” Buffy shrieked giggling in spite of herself. Then “Ow!! Spike that hurts.”

He was twisting her wrist to the point of pain to make her drop it, which she did. She made a last ditch attempt to get away as he reached for the fallen utensil. She had scrambled along the seats of the sofa and was just launching herself over the end when Spike grabbed her ankle and pulled her half back onto the sofa. She came to rest face down with her upper torso hanging over the arm of the seat. Spike sat on her ankles to prevent her legs kicking out and what with the position she was in and her drunkenness she had absolutely no leverage to get back up.

“Ha! I really got you now Slayer” Spike laughed as he shifted his grip on the spatula to give him maximum control. Buffy continued her fruitless struggle until he suddenly brought the kitchen utensil down on her ass with a thwack.

“Ow!” she complained “I didn’t hit you that hard!”

“Well I hadn’t provoked you” Spike returned his voice tinged with amusement “That, is for stealing my whiskey. And this,” he swatted her ass again “is for making out you were going to kiss me so you could steal it.”

Buffy was struggling more but Spike was immovable and she had no way of raising her upper body; too much of it was hanging over the arm of the sofa. He continued to swat her ass giving her a reason for each one.

“For running away, for walloping me with this thing, for threatening to tip my drink away, for getting so drunk in the first place,” and finally “just cos you’re a brat!”

“I’m so going to kick your ass for this!” Buffy said prompting another swat. “You are sooooo dead!” she said not able to keep the laughter out of her voice. Neither of them had really hurt the other and the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions about feeling all morose and guilty because she was enjoying a little physical action with the hot-as-hell vampire. When they’d been ‘together’ they’d had lighter moments, she wasn’t all conflicted and guilty all the time (especially in the throes of passion) but they’d rarely if ever just been silly like this.

“Did I just hear you laughing at me Slayer?” Spike said in a mock shocked voice. “You think you’re funny do you?” he continued playfully. “Well you’re not, you little wench and you’re in no position to threaten me.” Leaning next to her ear, his tone still playful he said “Maybe if I pull your pants down and tan your arse you won’t think you’re so amusing.” Buffy’s giggle became a gurgle as his words sent a rush of lust to her intimate areas.

Without any further ado Spike proceeded to do just that. Buffy didn’t make it easy for him, although she was back to giggling now, she twisted and turned as much as she could manage to make his task harder. “No Spike!” she giggled “I’ll be good. I will, I’ll…..” she dissolved into a fit of the giggles as she thwarted a sharp tug on her bottoms “I’ll stop laughing.” Then she was laughing again, the good mood entirely taking her over, she decided just to go with it, go with whatever happened.

“You didn’t even manage to say that without laughing!” Spike pointed out “No, definitely think we need these off.” As he said ‘off’ he gave an almighty tug at the waist band of the sweat pants and pulled them down to her mid-thighs. “Bloody hell Slayer!” he exclaimed as he saw, to his immense satisfaction that Buffy was not wearing any underwear whatsoever under the sweat pants. Buffy kept giggling, and although Spike was still amused by her antics lust was fast becoming his primary operating function.

Buffy’s laughter stopped abruptly when he yanked her thighs apart and plunged his tongue into her moist entrance. Moist was an understatement actually, they’d played plenty of kinky games before and Buffy’s body had reacted instantly both to her pinning Spike down and smacking him and the reversal.

“Oooooh!” she sighed as Spike’s hand moved down to her clit, his tongue now thrusting in and out of her.

“Jesus Slayer, you’re creaming good and proper here!” he said pulling his head back, his hand still working at the most sensitive place on the outside of her body.

“Oh god Spike. Fuck me!” Buffy really wasn’t laughing anymore.

“Er, Buffy are you sure?” Spike could see the recriminations about him ‘taking advantage’ going on for a long time once she sobered up. “Are you sure that’s what you want, cos you’re not exactly yourself just now, been ill and all, in a bit of a state….”

“Spike, I’m drunk.” She stated “Not an idiot. Now get your dick inside of me and fuck me hard!”

Spike wasn’t going to argue any more, besides even if he was ‘lil spikeykins’ sure as hell wasn’t going to be denied. He thrust into her as hard as he dared without hurting her and Buffy moaned loudly at the feeling of being so full again. Why the hell had she denied herself this? Spike moaned himself as her heat grabbed at his cock, gripping so tightly he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pull it back out.

He slowly withdrew, wanting to savour the moment. Buffy had other ideas.

“Hey, I’m not laughing anymore Spike,” she said in a deadly tone “fuck me fast and hard now! I don’t want ‘takes it slow and easy’ vamp I want ‘fuck me ‘til my teeth rattle and I see stars’ vamp.”

Spike was only too happy to oblige and began to thrust exactly as she’d asked. The giggling was well and truly over now. All that could be heard in the Summers’ living room were grunts and gasps from both blondes as Spike pounded into her. Buffy was clawing at the side of the sofa as she mewled and did her best to thrust back against him. Spike was kneading her raised ass, his balls slapping loudly against the back of her thighs. Her breasts were squashed up between their combined weights and the outside edge of the arm of the sofa. The frantic movement of their bodies was causing the underside of her boobs to rub almost painfully against the rough material. She whimpered at the brief realisation that she would almost definitely have friction burns if they kept this up.

It was as if Spike read her mind. His hands slid from her ass, one up her back to tangle in her hair, the other round her waist. He pulled her up mostly by the waist but also by tugging her hair to just the right side of pain. When her back was flush against his chest one hand went to her clit again. He accomplished this without breaking the rhythm of his pistoning hips for a second. He drew another whimper from her as both hands moved to her breasts. She wasn’t sure if she was whimpering from the loss of contact on her nub or from the sensuous caresses now being bestowed on her chest. Hell, even if she’d been sober she didn’t think she’d have known. Spike stroked her breasts with his palms before taking each nipple between the thumb and middle finger of each hand, rolling them back and forth.

“These’re almost as hard for me as I am for you.” He grunted in her ear as he continued to slam up into her. He grinned as she squealed and thrust herself down even more forcefully on him when he pinched each nipple in turn.

Her own hand travelled down to her pleasure centre as their combined panting grew louder. Spike began to tug quickly on each nipple as his thrusts sped up. They were both moaning loudly and he could feel his orgasm about to explode through him. He used his weight to push them forward and Buffy braced herself on one arm. Spike leaned forward and nuzzled her hair, now damp with sweat, away from the back of her neck. He didn’t change to vamp face but he bit down on her neck with blunt teeth and pulled hard on both nipples as he felt her inner muscles begin to milk him. Buffy was already screaming out her release when he bit down and although he didn’t break the skin the dual sensation on her neck and breasts prolonged her pleasure so that she was still grunting and groaning out her climax when Spike’s jerking thrusts spilled the last of his load into her.

They both collapsed forward over the arm of the sofa, one thought echoing in both their minds. ‘Too long!........Can’t ever go that long without this again!’


Part 3

Spike pulled Buffy back up so that her back and his chest were touching again, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and squeezing. Buffy sighed contentedly and turned her head to kiss him. The angle was awkward and after the energetic shafting which had just occurred she found she had to break the kiss sooner than she would have liked. She was feeling very dizzy again from all the bumping and grinding. Spike wasn’t happy with the breakage of the kiss.

“Kiss me woman!” he demanded.

Buffy giggled at him “Hey bucko. Victoria shuffled off the throne and on to a better place quite a while ago. Men can’t go around demanding like that these days. You sir, are a mis…..miso……”

“Misogynist?” Spike offered.

“Pig!” Buffy finished, snuggling back against him as he laughed outright at her silliness.

“But you love it Slayer, and you know you do. So get your lips back around here and kiss your Victorian-relic of a vampire.”

She turned her head again but instead of kissing him she leaned back a little and nibbled along his jaw line to his right ear. She sucked the lobe between her teeth and worried at it as her hand came up to caress his other cheek. Spike growled, the rumbling in his chest vibrating pleasantly against her back. Again the position was too uncomfortable to hold for long and Buffy faced forward again. Spike was still embedded in her and was growing harder again by the second.

“I said kiss me!” he complained nudging at her bottom with his hips causing her to laugh out loud at the jolting.

“Maybe I need some incentive.” She teased.

“Slayer, can you feel how hard I am again? I should think that would be incentive enough luv. ’Cos I’m not gonna do anything with it if you don’t do as I tell you.”

“Oh, you mean it’s actually in me?” Buffy couldn’t resist teasing a little more. “I wasn’t sure to be honest.”

“Slayer,” Spike growled warningly “That’s not the sort of thing you should tease a man about.”

He moved his hands to grab her hips, intent on making damn sure she felt him inside her. Buffy’s concentration however was not holding up under the alcohol and she’d been distracted when her eyes fell on the whiskey still sitting on the coffee table. Twisting them both round she pulled herself free of him; his dick sliding out of her with a slurping sound that, had she been sober, would no doubt have made her wrinkle her nose and blush profusely. As it was it just made her laugh.

“Hey!” Spike protested “Come back. I’m not done with you!” He reached down as he finished speaking to rub at his cock, slick with their combined juices.

Buffy purposefully bent over directly in front of him to retrieve the whiskey; giving him a full on view of her glistening pussy and ‘his & hers’ cum covered inner thighs. Spike’s cock jumped at the sight and he was just about to grab her when her actions changed his mind. She moved the bottle further over on the table then, in a decidedly ungraceful fashion clambered on top of the table on her hands and knees. He watched raptly, growing increasingly intrigued by her odd and frankly alluring behaviour.

Buffy looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at him. Spike couldn’t resist. As soon as her head turned back he reached out and lightly slapped each lovely globe of her ass.

“Now, now, Spikey we’re going to play a little game but not if you don’t behave!” she turned her head again and grinned at him. Manoeuvring herself and the bottle she turned to face him and added, “Now, sit right back on the sofa and we can play.”

“Only one game I want to play luv.” Spike answered “And it sure as hell doesn’t involve us being this far apart.”

Buffy pouted at him, knowing he could never resist that. The pout turned to a grin as Spike rolled his eyes at her before settling right back in the seat.

“Okay, first off we both lose the rest of our clothes.” They both still had their pants at mid-thigh. Spike’s top half was fully clothed in the black shirt he’d worn in an effort to look at least vaguely smart for the wedding. Buffy still technically wore the sweatshirt that she had put on. Now it was scrunched up under her arms where Spike had shoved it in order to play with her breasts earlier.

“Well, it’s a good start at least.” Spike said, quickly divesting himself of his clothes then sitting back again to watch as Buffy shimmied out of her sweat pants and pulled her top over her head, leaving her hair a little wild looking. Buffy was now sitting cross legged, Indian style on the coffee table facing him.

“Ok,” she said “first of all I take a drink.” Which she did, she raised the bottle to her lips and took an almighty swig. More than she intended actually and when she took the bottle away she felt some of the whiskey slipping down her chin. She pulled her lower lip in as her tongue darted out to catch the drop. She saw an unnecessary breath catch in Spike’s throat at the sight of her tongue and the game she had intended to play went right out of the window as a wicked idea came over her.

“See something you like?” she saucily questioned, running her tongue over her lips as seductively as a drunken woman can. Spike being pretty drunken himself did find it incredibly seductive and his cock twitched a little as he watched. Buffy smiled to herself and slowly brought the whiskey back up to her lips. Lowering her head to the top of the long-necked bottle she looked up at him through her lashes and began to run her tongue slowly around the bottle top.

Spike made to move towards her but she removed her mouth, fixed him with a glare and shook her head at him. Spike was very tempted to grab her, haul her over to him and push her head down onto his dick, so her tongue could play there as it had been on the bottle. He held himself back however, wanting to see if this was going where he thought (or rather hoped) it was going.

Buffy saw him relax back and smiled again, returning her mouth to the bottle neck. Again her tongue swirled around the top, before her mouth descended on the neck. She slowly drew the bottle in and out of her mouth, making sure to keep it tilted slightly so that he could see her tongue moving on the underside. She looked him in the eye as she removed it from her mouth and snaked her hand down her stomach to the soft wet flesh between her legs. Spike unconsciously mirrored her, his own hand moving down to his dick without any cognisant thought of his own.

“Race you.” She said with a twinkle in her eye, pulling Spike out of his spellbound state.

“What?” he said, lust and sentient thought fighting for control of his brain. Lust was winning at the moment leaving him more than a little confused.

“I said ‘race you’.” She repeated “Whoever cums first wins. If I win you go down on me, if you win………..” her words trailed off as she once again bent her head. Her pointed tongue peeked out and she ran it from the point where the neck widened up to the top, showing rather than telling him what would happen if he won. In terms of encouragement Spike thought her actions were (a)rousing to say the least. He began to pump his cock fast and hard as Buffy gave up playing and matched him now in speed and pressure, rubbing equally fast and hard at her clit.

Her feet were firmly planted on the floor as she sat on the table. She moved them further apart to give him a better view of her drenched opening as she frantically rubbed at herself. Both of her hands now moved in sync, one drawing the bottle in and out as her head bobbed; the other stoked the fire between her legs as her hips pushed back against it.

As Spike stroked his cock wildly, he honestly didn’t know whether he wanted to win. The sight of her blowing the bottle was amazing and made him ache to have her mouth on his dick; especially when she used her pointed tongue to flick back and forth over the top. The conflict arose however when he looked down at her dripping snatch, where she now had two fingers inside of herself and was using the knuckle of her thumb to stimulate her clit; that sight made him want to drop to his knees in front of her and taste her cream.

Both were panting as they got closer to their peaks, but they didn’t once break eye contact the sight of each others rising excitement making their own rise all the more. Spikes mouth ran away with him. Despite the fact that dirty talk got Buffy hotter than hell he began to pant instructions to her. He was running the risk of making her come first but he just couldn’t help himself. It was one of the things that Buffy yelled at him the most for, the fact that he just couldn’t ever keep his mouth shut. Even with the risk he couldn’t help taunting her (albeit in a playful way) even now.

“That’s it luv,” He encouraged “suck it good. Going to be my dick soon enough, better get some practice in…….. Faster, Buffy………… suck it like I know you want to suck my dick……………. Faster………. Harder….” He moved to the edge of the sofa but still didn’t reach for her, just kept on pumping his shaft as she moaned round the bottle and slammed her hand between her legs. “Fuck your gorgeous mouth with it……….that’s it……..I’m gonna win Slayer……….gonna shoot my load all over you……..spray your tits while you try to beat me.”

A muffled “Oh God” came from Buffy. She was almost mindless with desire now and she just couldn’t finger herself hard or fast enough. Panting and moaning she dropped the bottle so that she could use both hands on her cunt. She shoved four fingers inside of herself now as her newly free hand came down to rub frantically at her clit.

Spike was true to his word. In what only seemed like a matter of seconds he roared as his dick began to spew thick ropes of cum in Buffy’s direction. As soon as the first bit hit her chest she began to cum. Spike stood up as she lay back on the table and continued to frig herself silly, howling out her release. He emptied himself onto her and collapsed back onto the sofa to watch her ride out the end of her orgasm.

When they had both regained a little of their equilibrium their eyes met again. Buffy smiled a silly grin at him and Spike laughed. He reached for a tissue from a box conveniently located under the table and began to clean her off.

“Don’t do that Spike,” Buffy said running her finger tip through some of the ejaculate on her chest before sucking it off her finger “I’ll get it all eventually.”

“Sorry Slayer,” Spike continued his task “No can do. You owe me a blow job and I’m not prepared to wait. Sooner I get this off you, sooner you can get on with it……..loser.”

“What are you talking about Spike?” Buffy asked “You didn’t win. That was so obviously a dead heat. We came together just cos I can do it for longer doesn’t make me last!”

“No Slayer, I distinctly remember that you didn’t get your ‘cum face’ until I already started spraying your lovely tits.” He had finished his task now and stood up. “You’re not going to weasel out of this one! Stop pouting and come and suck my dick.”

He reached out to grab her arm and help her up from her reclining position but Buffy had other ideas. She rolled out of his grasp and, unfortunately for her kept rolling until she landed with a soft thud on the floor. She quickly scrambled up and bolted for the door. She stopped at the door and turned to him “Ok maybe I do owe you a blow job, but you’ll have to catch me first.”

Giggling, she ran for the stairs, pursued by a chuckling Spike who gleefully let her stay a little ahead so he could watch her bottom bounce as she ran up the stairs.


So, more?? Go on let me know………please *puppy dog eyes*


Part 4

Buffy was half-way up the stairs and Spike was just reaching the bottom when they both froze. Slayer and vampire hearing had caught the sound of Willow, Tara and Dawn approaching the house in high spirits. A momentary look of panic crossed Buffy’s face. She and Spike were naked! On the stairs! Her best friend, best friend’s girlfriend and her little sister were coming up the path. Drunkenness notwithstanding the presence of mind so essential to her survival when she was slaying kicked in. She was like a whirling dervish, leaping over the banister and running full pelt into the living room, snatching up their clothes. Spike just leaned back against the stair wall, enjoying the show and grinning to himself. Buffy was back on the stair below him in a flash.

“What the hell are you grinning at?” she hissed, eyes darting back and forth from him to the door. “Dawn and Willow and Tara are coming. Move your skinny white undead ass now!”

“Now, now Slayer.” he grinned some more. “I was just enjoying the view. You’re so cute when you’re flustered……well, flustered and naked, and running…….” His smirking was insufferable and Buffy shoved the pile of clothes she was holding into his arms so that she could slap him upside the head.

“Shut up and get upstairs before they come in.” She shoved him in front of her and they had just gone round the corner at the top of the stairs when they heard the handle on the front door turn. Buffy just about held in a squeak of alarm and thanked god that the girls were talking loudly, enabling her to push Spike quietly along and into her room. She closed the door as silently as she could behind them and leaned back against it breathing heavily. Spike’s smirk was still evident; he didn’t care a jot if the others found them.

“Calm down Slayer. It’s not the end of the world if those three see us. I think they’d deal with it just fine.” He said. Buffy mused for a moment; Tara already knew they’d been doing the nasty. Dawn adored Spike so she probably wouldn’t mind. But how would Willow react? Then another thought hit her, a much better one from an argument standpoint.

“Spike we’re naked!” she whispered as loudly as she dared.

“And?” came the infuriating response “Fine figure of a man I am. Might even convince Red and Glinda of what they’re missing if they saw me.”

“Just cos you’re a hopeless exhibitionist, doesn’t mean I’m ok with my friends, not to mention my sister, seeing us like this!” The argument ended abruptly when Buffy froze again as she heard Willow start to climb the stairs calling out her name. Spike laughed at her ‘bunny caught in the headlights’ look. She shot him another glare before opening the door to her closet and pointing as she hissed at him.

“In. Now.”

Spike walked over to the closet arms still full of clothes and nudged her side.

“After you.” He whispered in her ear giving it a little lick.

Buffy wanted to ask him if he was insane, doing inflammatory things like licking her ear at a time like this but she really didn’t have time. She could hear Willow getting closer by the second. She climbed into the closet and turned around quickly to pull him in after her. He pushed her clothes to the sides out of his way as he clambered in. He closed the door behind him before turning to her. Dropping the bundle he was holding he freed himself from her grasp and shoved her against the back wall of the closet.

“Bossy little chit aren’t you?” he breathed in her ear.

“Shhh!” Buffy glared at him, his vamp senses allowing him to see her angry eyes in the dark.

“No fun being all pressed up against you in a confined space if we can’t make any noise luv.” Spike pouted a pout she couldn’t see and rubbed his hardening dick against her hip.

“Spike!” she did her best to squeal in a whisper. “Stop it. Now!”

Spike grinned as he did anything but stop. One hand went down between her legs while the other cupped her face as he moved in for a kiss. Buffy let out a slight moan as his fingers skipped over her nether lips and for a second she almost lost herself in his touch. When she moaned again slightly louder the sound brought her back to herself and she grabbed his arms holding him off her as best she could in the limited space.

“Spike. I said no!” she whispered desperately as she heard Willow knock at her door. She held her breath as Willow knocked again and, on receiving no answer, walked into the room.

“Buffy?” she heard her question.

When Willow realised that the room was apparently empty she turned to leave and Buffy sighed in relief as she heard the door close.

“Now can we have sex?” Spike asked

“No! She’s right there in the hall!”

Spike was already sick of being told ‘No’ and ‘Shh’ so he decided to have a little fun for himself. He placed his forearm over her shoulders, holding her back against the wall and proceeded to tickle her ribcage. Buffy let out a little giggle in spite of herself.

“Shh!” Spike admonished “geez luv, control yourself can’t you? You were the one so insistent on being quiet!” He tickled her again and again she giggled despite her best efforts not to.

Spike tutted at her and brought the hand that was holding her shoulders up to clamp it over her mouth. He moved closer pinning her to the wall with his body and his tickling hand stopped tickling and went south again.

Outside in the hall Willow stopped, sure she had heard a giggle from Buffy’s room. Didn’t sound very sinister, but you never knew in Sunnydale. She mused for a moment on whether she had actually heard it and whether she should go investigate. Maybe it was just Dawn or Tara laughing downstairs and the sound had carried.

In the closet Spike had a rapidly overheating Buffy moaning into his hand as he caressed her. Two of his fingers were already inside her and he was flicking at her clit with his thumb. Buffy was going to kill him for this, he knew but he was enjoying himself immensely. As was she, if the amount of moisture coating his fingers was any indication. He removed his hands from her mouth and cunny in order to lift her up. Buffy’s judgement had deserted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her up and sank her down onto his dick. She moaned again as he filled her. Spike quickly brought his hand back up to her mouth.

“Ah-ah-ah Slayer,” he whispered “gotta be quiet.”

She just knew he was smirking again.

“You going to be quiet?” he asked “Cos if not I can’t fuck you?” A muffled groan and a ferocious head nod answered his question. She’d gone from annoyed to hopelessly aroused in two seconds flat and all she cared about was feeling his cock pumping into her.

Now Willow was sure she’d heard noise from Buffy’s room. She turned to go back when Dawn started to squeal and laugh hysterically downstairs. “Willow!” she yelled “you have to come down here!” Deciding to ask Dawn and Tara what they should do about the disembodied voices in Buffy’s room Willow went downstairs.

Her departure was a good thing as Buffy and Spike were now completely unaware of anything but the feeling of each others bodies as they began shagging in earnest in the closet.

Buffy’s back slid up and down the wall of the closet as Spike thrust up into her. His hand was still over her mouth and Buffy was finding it nothing but more arousing. Apparently when he wanted to he could dispense with the habit of breathing and grunting. He sucked on her breast as the bounced in front of him.

“Ride me baby” he whispered against her chest. “fuck yourself up and down on my dick……..oh yeah…….thats it………squeeze me”

Buffy’s head thrashed side to side as she did her best to do as he asked. An idea suddenly caught her. Reaching up she located the clothes rail and used it to pull herself up and down.

“Shit…..yeah that’s better…….” He continued to whisper “gives me a bit more room……..can fuck you harder now………that what you want Slayer?”


She almost nodded her head right off, his hand now barely muffling her groans and grunts.

“Good thing………cos you’re going to get it….hard and fast…….. yeah….fuck me back baby…….squeeze my dick……..show me how much you love it………gonna fuck your brains right out.”

That’s exactly what he was doing, now that he wasn’t supporting her weight alone he began to hammer into her. She didn’t know if it was the heat in the confined space, the alcohol in her system, his hand on her mouth or the delicious combination of it all but she was incredibly close to cuming very quickly. She was now slamming herself down to meet every up thrust he made and she could feel her climax creeping up, her chest flushing, the flush spreading up behind her ears, onto her cheeks.

“That’s it Buffy……… squeeze my dick……..show me how much you love it……..feeling me putting it to you so good……..gonna make you scream.”

Then she was cuming, howling into his hand as he continued to stick it to her hard and fast. His continued thrusting brought a climax rushing through her a second time and she howled again as both Spike’s hands went to her hips, pushing her down against his last hard thrust and holding her there as he filled her.

Her final howl was completely uninhibited by his hand and was accompanied by the sound of wood breaking as the rail she was clutching snapped in her hands. Clothes slid down the rails towards them and in the state they were in the confusion caused them to lose their balance. The pair, still joined intimately fell through the closet door and out into Buffy’s room.

Buffy giggled and panted for a second until she was struck by the awful realisation that her friends and sister HAD to have heard that.


Part 5

A/N: Sorry about the MAJOR delay in getting this part out. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. I was laid up with a back problem I have (thank you incompetent childhood gymnastic coaches) and was flat on my back for three days(and not a Spikey in sight!!). I was itching to post more cos I’d written a lot of this in long hand but I just couldn’t spend more than 5 minutes sitting at the computer without my back causing me severe agony. It seems to be much better now (fingers crossed). I just hope I haven’t lost the lot of you. Anyhoo on with the fic – which I also have a note about.
A large portion of the ‘playing’ in this fic was inspired by (almost downright plaigarised in parts) a sketch which SMG did on Saturday Night Live in 1999. Obviously THAT didn’t involve Spike but if you can be arsed to download it (I found it highly amusing) you’ll hopefully be able to see what I mean about bits of it inspiring bits of this chapter. If you want it you can download it from http://www.smgvbest.com/photopost/showphoto.php?photo=5415&password=&sort=1&cat=12184&page=1
And finally, although it took me a while this part is quite a bit longer than the others to make up for it.



“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Buffy hissed attempting to push herself up off him. Spike couldn’t help but laugh, which infuriated her even more. He held her tight against him, laughing harder as she desperately tried to get up. He hugged her tight, his hands roaming over the back of her body. Buffy couldn’t believe he was copping a feel now! Swiftly she realised she shouldn’t be surprised, hadn’t he done the same last year when the troll in the bronze had thrown her into him; didn’t he take every opportunity he could for a sly grope? He was still inside of her, obviously he wouldn’t see the problem with manually perusing her form even if she was in a flat panic.

“Spike. Stop it now. Quit feeling my ass and let me up. They’re coming, oh god they must be coming. They have to have heard.” She realised that she couldn’t hear them climbing the stairs. Was that because they weren’t coming? No – impossible, that was LOUD. Was it because she was so busy panicking that she hadn’t heard them. God, they were probably standing outside the room now. They were going to come rushing in and see her. And him. Like this! With a Herculean effort she freed herself and stood up. Slapping at his clutching hands she evaded his attempts to grab her and almost dived across the room to snatch her robe from the chair in the corner. Pulling it on she avoided looking at Spikes pouting face, watching the door like a hawk she attempted to smooth her extremely mussed hair down.

“Slayer.” Spike whined, noting her new fascination with the door. “They’re not coming. If you’d calm down and stop with that skittery little heartbeat you’d hear that they’re still downstairs.”

“Why?” she said desperately. “They must have heard us. What are they doing down there……..oh God……..oh God…….oh…” she finally looked down. Spike was lounging now with his hands behind his head and his tongue lodged behind his top teeth, in that provocative way of his. “Oh God……” she continued. “Put some clothes on can’t you?”

“S’matter Slayer? My hot tight little body too much for you?”

Buffy groaned before shooting him a glare. “I have to go see what they’re doing. You STAY. PUT. If anyone comes up you get back into the closet. Maybe I can make something up to explain the noise.” She was muttering the last as she walked away.

Spike watched her go with extreme amusement; he creased up with laughter when he heard her mutter her way along the hall. “Needed a rest, fell out of bed………yeah I could fall out of bed………..why not?........people do it all the time…..that’s what I’ll tell them…..that’ll work, god I hope that works.”

Dragging her feet slightly she rounded the corner and started down the stairs only to hear the sound of the front door closing quietly. Running down the stairs she caught a glimpse through the small glass panes on the door of three figures running away from the house. Her first instinct was to run to the door, fling it open and shout for them to come back. She’d made up an excuse damnit!

Fortunately she didn’t follow through. She walked to the kitchen in a haze. Partly from the alcohol still in her system (although it did seem Spike had shagged a lot of the previous drunkenness out of her), and partly from sheer relief that they’d gone and she didn’t have to lie to their faces. She was fed up with lying; it was all she seemed to do these days. Lying to herself, lying to her friends, lying to Spike. Although she absolutely refused to let herself get anywhere near thinking it, she knew deep down that she could fall hard for Spike. Without any awareness of what she was doing she began to dry the dishes on the drainer as she fought to stop her drunken brain thinking nice things about him. She only ended up thinking about all the times she’d been mean to him. No matter how she tried to concentrate on what she was doing she just kept finding herself thinking horrible thoughts about herself.

She was so absorbed that she didn’t even notice that Spike had come downstairs and was standing in just his jeans, chest bare, at the door watching her. He’d heard the others leave, he knew there had been no confrontation. He wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that so he thought it best not to say anything about it just yet. He didn’t like the look of her though. She was moving like an automaton and he just knew what was happening. She’d sobered up slightly with the panic and the (if he did say so himself) amazing sex. However he knew she hadn’t completely sobered up. She was at the dangerous stage of drunkenness where a person might think they were sober but their brain became overrun with morose and miserable thoughts. She was very obviously slipping into drunken glumness and he knew he had to snap her out of it before the depression took hold.

“Gimme a tea-towel luv,” he said slipping alongside her. “I’ll give you a hand.”


Buffy didn’t answer, just looked at him blankly.

“Gimme a tea-towel.” He repeated.

“A what?” she finally answered pulling herself out of a bout of self-castigation.

“Tea-towel. One of those things you’re using to dry the dishes.”

“It’s ok.” She aid softly starting to turn away from him “I’ll be quicker by myself.”

He caught her chin in his hand and turned her face to him. “Gimme a grin then?” he turned puppy dog eyes on her.

Buffy managed a weak smile before turning back to her task. He took the bowl, which she had been ‘drying’ over and over since she’d started, from her hands along with the towel.

“You need some more to drink luv.” He stated.

“No, I don’t Spike. Just give me those back please.” She couldn’t meet his eyes because she was starting to feel really wretched. She made a grab for the bowl and Spike held it up above their heads. Putting an arm around her waist he pulled her tight to him to prevent her turning round and lowered the bowl a little behind her.

“Spike!” she protested even as she unconsciously rubbed herself against him, and he was sure he saw the tiniest hint of a smile curl the corners of her mouth. “I’ve had enough to drink. I just want to tidy up and go to bed now.”

“Well why didn’t you say so?” he laughed “Bed sounds great. C’mon lets go. We can take some drink with us.”

“No Spike. I’m sorry. I need some time to think. Some alone time.”

“No Slayer.” He countered. “Trust me the last thing you need just now is to mope. C’mon pet. We were having such a good time.” Shamelessly he tried the puppy dog eyes again.

“I know Spike but….” She was cut off as the bowl Spike was still holding slipped out of his grasp and crashed to the floor.

“Oops.” Was all Spike offered.

Buffy rolled her eyes at him and went to fetch the dustpan and brush from the back of the basement door. Spike lounged against the counter and watched her ass sway beneath her thin robe. His grin grew even more appreciative when she returned and bent over in front of him to retrieve the larger pieces of the broken crockery. A wicked glint entered his eye as he twirled the towel until it was wound tight. Grabbing the end with his left hand he pulled it back and snapped it against her ass.

“Hey!” she yelled straightening up just as he snapped her ass again. “Stop it!” she yelled dropping the cleaning utensils and jumping over the mess to escape him. About to turn and yell some more at him she yelped and broke into a run as he snapped at her again. Spike just chuckled as he ran after her, sometimes making the towel snap loudly off the walls, to startle her. Sometimes aiming for her ever retreating backside.

They ran a full circuit round the house, Buffy shrieking and giggling now. “Spike stop it. I mean it.” She said as they began they’re second circuit.

“Ooh I’m scared Slayer. Promise to stop moping and have another drink and I’ll stop………maybe.”

“Whaddya mean maybe? Ow!!” she giggled. “Ok, ok. I give in” she said as they skidded into the living room. “No moping and I’ll have another drink.”

They both flopped onto the sofa and Spike looked on the floor for the whiskey which Buffy had dropped during their ‘mutual wank’ earlier. His brow furrowed when he couldn’t see it anywhere.

“Shit!” Buffy said.

He looked at her then followed her gaze to the coffee table where the whiskey now stood with a note propped up against it. On the front of the note was written ‘To Buffy and Spike’.

“Crap!” Buffy stared at the letter.

‘Crap!’ Spike thought. He’d just managed to get her to cheer up a bit and now he could see her good mood crashing to earth like the bowl he’d just dropped in the kitchen.

He saw her visibly gulp as she reached out a shaking hand to lift the note from the table. He stared at the floor waiting for the inevitable explosion, certain that he’d be being hauled out by the scruff of his neck any minute now. He could see it coming, she’d chuck him out so that he didn’t see whatever breakdown or panic she was about to have. Heaven forbid he should see her cry, ever since their relationship had become physical she’d put up a wall where her emotions were concerned. She’d confided in him when her friends first brought her back, but not any more. It was an agonising compromise for Spike. He was physically closer to her than he had ever dared dream he would ever be, but she shut him out of all of the important stuff. Now Spike was the one slowly but surely slipping into a little pit of depression. He was startled out of his reverie by Buffy shrieking with laughter.

His first thought was that her friends finding out about the two of them had tipped her over the edge and she had gone stark staring mad. His fears were confirmed when she yanked his head round to her and kissed him ferociously until she had to stop to catch her breath. As he stared at her intently trying to work out the best way to deal with an insane slayer she began to giggle again.

“Oh Spike, your face is a picture – now there’s a dumb phrase, a picture of what exactly?” Yep she’d definitely flipped, he anxiously tried to recall if he’d seen any stakes lying around – who knew what she’d be capable of. When he continued to stare she thrust the note into his hands and reached for the whiskey, taking an enormous glug. Grinning at him all the while, she put her feet up on the seat and scooted back against the arm of the sofa.

“Read it.” She said, taking another drink. “I’m celebrating.”

After staring at her dumbstruck for a moment he looked down at the note written in Willows neat hand.

‘Hey Buffy, hey Spike,
Dawn’s going to stay with us tonight, seems like you too are a little preoccupied and could do with some time to yourselves. Buffy, I’m so happy for you. Spike’s a sweetie, when he’s not trying to convince everyone that he’s still a big bad. We’re all happy for you. Have fun, hope that fall didn’t hurt too much, and try to get SOME sleep won’t you?
Willow’

There was a P.S. in a hurried Dawn scrawl

‘P.S. About time!!! Oh and Spike next time you try to hide during the sexcapades, try making sure you take you boots and t-shirt with you – dead give away!’

Then a P.P.S. from Tara

‘Well, no big surprise for me but Spike you might want to think about not leaving ‘used’ tissues on the coffee table when you’ve been doing……stuff. Another dead give away!’

Spike grinned at Buffy as he finished reading. “You got good friends and a great little sis there slayer. Gonna have words with Red though.”

“Awww what s’matter Spikey? Is it cos she called you sweet?”

“Damn bloody right it is!” he exclaimed “I AM NOT sweet.”

“Are too. When you want to be.”

“Slayer.” Spike growled warningly. “Don’t make me come over there.”

“Whaddya mean?” she tipped her head to one side questioningly “You’re pretty much already ‘over here’ this isn’t a huge sofa…..” Her eyes twinkled as she looked him dead in the eye whilst swigging again. Pulling the bottle from her mouth, she added “..sweetie.”

He reached over and took the bottle from her, never breaking eye contact. He took a large swig himself before setting it back on the coffee table out of the way. Still holding her gaze he turned around on the sofa and crawled towards her on all fours. It not being that large a sofa it took only a moment before he was looming over her, arms hemming her in on either side of her head. Buffy was barely containing her mirth at how pissed he was at being called sweet. She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing as a pleasantly nervous feeling grew in her stomach from him staring down at her, like a hunter who’d caught his prey.

“Take it back Slayer.” He said softly.

“Nu-uh,” Buffy laughed “you’re a sweetie-pie.”

“Don’t make me make you take it back.” He warned

Buffy just laughed some more. His next move surprised her. He caught a clump of her hair in his fist and yanked, saying “Take it back.”

“Ow! No!” she squealed as she reached out and slapped his face to make him let go.

“Ooh I LIKE that.” He said “Do it again.”

Buffy laughed and slapped him again “You like that do ya? How about this?” now she pulled on his hair. Neither was hurting the other but they were both obviously growing excited from the playful exchange.

Spike slapped her back. “How do you like it?”

“I LOVE it.” She laughed pulling a little more on his hair “Do it again.”

Spike did and got another yank on his hair for his trouble. Buffy then let go of him and sat up as much as she could and shoved his shoulders.

“You wanna play rough?” she questioned.

“Yeah I wanna play rough.” He returned shoving her back down on the arm of the sofa “Think you can handle it?”

“Oh I think I can handle you cutie pie.” Buffy giggled shoving him again, harder this time and jumping up off the sofa as he regained his balance. He followed her to a standing position and tangled his hand in her hair again. He silenced her laughing by pulling her to him and kissing her with bruising force. His hand cradled the back of her head as he pushed his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking a VERY familiar motion which usually occurred elsewhere in their bodies. Buffy pulled her head away for breath and slapped his face again.

“Oh so baby really likes to play does she?” Spike grinned. He pulled her against him again but instead of kissing her, this time he snaked a hand down her back to cup her backside. “How do you like that?” he asked pinching her bottom hard.

Buffy yelped, her pelvis automatically pushing forward to escape his evil fingers. She realised immediately just how much Spike was enjoying this game. “Love that too.” She grinned, “You want some of that?” she asked mimicking his pinching on his own bottom.

“Oh yeah.” Spike responded grinding his pelvis into hers.

“How bout this?...” she pulled on his hair “and that?” she pinched the other bum cheek.

“Almost as good as this….” He slapped a hand down on her ass “and that.” He pulled her hair again tipping her head back for another searing kiss. Buffy swung them round as best she could now that the whiskey was starting to take hold again, and pushed Spike down to a sitting position on the sofa. “Do it again.” She smiled as she straddled him.

Spike obliged reaching around and smacking her ass again. “Harder.” She yelled before laughing out “bitch!”

“I’m your bitch?” he said incredulously. “I think you’ll find you’re the only bitch here luv. Hey!” she’d yanked hard on his hair again.

Opening her robe she shrugged it off her shoulders before forcing his head down to her breasts. “Uhuh sweetie.” She teased. “Just suck my tits bitch.” Spike was going to argue for a second but decided on a much better line of attack. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as the other was caressed by his hand. When he felt her start to move her pelvis against his now rock hard dick he nipped her nipples between teeth and fingers and tweaked nibbled and pulled at them. Her grip on his hair went slack and he quickly rolled them along the sofa so that she was beneath him. Lifting up he freed his dick and placed it at her mouth, and holding her head still looked down to meet her outraged glare.

“Let’s see who the bitch is,” he laughed “suck my dick bitch.”

“Bastard!” Buffy grinned at him before eagerly sucking him into her mouth. She wasted no time teasing but went straight to as near deep throat as her gag reflex would allow her in her current inebriated state. Sucking hard she looked up at Spike to see that he now had his eyes closed and a look of bliss was crossing his features. Just as he started to thrust his hips a little she pulled her head back so that just the tip was in her mouth. Very carefully she closed her teeth around the head. Looking up again, she increased the pressure of her teeth until Spike’s eyes shot open. She smiled at him around his dick. His hands tightened to the point of pain in her hair, sending out a clear message of ‘You loosen your teeth, I’ll loosen my hands.’ Buffy conceded quickly and let his dick out of her mouth laughing as she did so. “You didn’t like that Spikey?” she questioned with her biggest, most innocent eyes.

“No Buffy, I loved it because it means I can do this…” he pulled her head back and slapped both her cheeks with his dick then with his hand “and not feel bad about it.”

Buffy laughed again before saying “You call that playing rough? I played rougher than that in kindergarten.”

“Oh I’ll show you playing rough!” Spike promised. He swiftly stood up, picked her up bodily and threw her over his shoulder, heading for the stairs. Buffy’s world spun as she found herself upside down and looking at his back. She did the only thing she could think of. She bit him hard on the back and kicked him in the stomach.

“Ohh Slayer. You are so gonna pay for that Spike promised as he began to climb the stairs.


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Part 6

A/N: Ok this chapter not so much with the funny. Actually I don’t think there’s any funny at all. It ain’t angsty just smutty as hell (I hope). There’s a bit of rough stuff so if that icks you you might want to skip it. It’s not bad though honestly no worse than the last chappie really and they’re just playing.



Buffy struggled, bit and kicked all the way upstairs to her room; prompting many promises from Spike that she’d ‘damn well find out’ what playing rough was if she kept that up. Keep it up she did though when she wasn’t giggling at his threats. She finally stopped struggling just as they reached her room and Spike risked letting go of her legs with one hand so that he could open the door. Buffy immediately used this to her advantage and squirmed down off his shoulder. He opened the door and turned quickly when she slithered down. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the nape of the neck just as she turned to run. She’d intended to run downstairs, or to the bathroom or anywhere, just so he’d chase her. Spike however, was not interested in running around anymore.

His grip tightened on her neck and he hauled her into the room. Shoving her roughly before him they both entered and he shut the door with his foot. Never taking his hand from her neck he propelled her towards the bed, growling “This gettin’ rough enough for you?”

“Not even close.” Buffy challenged from face down on the bed.

With a noise that was practically a roar Spike flung her over onto her back and immediately dove on top of her.

“This close enough?” he questioned holding her shoulders down as he thrust his groin hard and repeatedly against hers questioning “Huh? Huh? Is it slut?” with each thrust.

Buffy thrust her hips right back up at him. “Getting there.” She said, starting to pant a little now. As had happened earlier when their physical relationship had first been re-established the giggling seemed to have disappeared rapidly. Not that Buffy wasn’t still having fun. It was just that now it was the kind of fun which left her chest heaving, her pussy drenched and her blood boiling.

“This what you want?” he asked, continuing the thrusting of his pelvis against her. He paused to grind his throbbing erection into the increasingly wet area between her legs.

“You know what I want.” She panted “Get your pants off and give it to me good and hard with that big cock of yours. Slam it into me and I’ll slam right back just how you like. I’ll show you playing rough.”

Spike wasted no time standing up to fulfil her request; which ultimately proved to be his undoing. To Buffy’s credit she did wait until he had his pants pulled down at least before she made her move (mostly because she was busy fully divesting herself of her bathrobe though). Springing up beside him with a speed that surprised even her after the alcohol she’d consumed tonight she grabbed the scruff of his neck and flung him down on the bed. As he’d done with her she roughly positioned him on his back. Quickly straddling his waist she leaned down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Yanking his head to the side she bit down on his neck even as she slid her bottom backwards rubbing his penis in the cleft of her ass cheeks.

She wasn’t drawing blood, merely giving him a hickey but she was sucking and nipping at his neck hard. Spike felt his cock grow even harder than it already was with a particularly sharp nip from her teeth. He groaned and his hips bucked beneath her as she continued the maddening movement of her ass, caressing his dick. The bucking of his hips caused her to pull back from her task. Keeping her grasp on his hair she looked down at him before slapping his cheek hard.

“What’s that about Spike? Think you’re a bucking bronco? Trying to throw me off you bastard? Gonna ride you hard.”

“Was more thinking about me riding you luv.” He gritted out. “Riding you like a pony. That what you want bitch?”

Buffy answered by grinding her clit against him just above his dick before sliding back and up, positioning him at her dripping entrance. Spike’s whole body tensed at the thought that he was about to be engulfed by her tight hot channel, but Buffy wasn’t finished yet. She gripped his dick almost too hard and began to pump it mercilessly, all the while shifting her hips so that the head ran up and down her aching slit.

“Damnit woman. Put it inside. Now!” he half-ordered, half-pleaded.

“When I’m good and ready asshole.” She ground out, now flicking at her clit with the head.

“Fuck it bitch!” Spike yelled. Giving up on trying to convince her to do it herself he reached down and grabbed her hips and shifted her so that his dick was at her opening. Without a pause he slammed her down onto his cock. Buffy almost came right there just from the feeling of him entering her so swiftly and brutally. Her eyes closed and she let out a gasp which turned into a moan at the sensation of him filling her. Neither moved for a moment and when Buffy looked down at Spike she saw him staring up at her. The look on his face a mixture of wonder and also concern.

“You ok pet?” It was a double edged question. He was afraid he’d hurt her and he was also making sure that all this violence and name-calling was still causing as much heat in her as it was in him.

She grinned briefly at him then moved her hips in a figure of eight movement causing him to gasp and her face to be taken over completely by lust again.

“Oh you’re gonna get fucked now you bastard.” She moaned out beginning to slam herself up and down on his rigid manhood. She leaned forward and latched onto the other side of his neck. Her fingers came up to his chest and scored deep long scratches as she moved back on him; pushing against the marked skin hard as she moved forward again. Spike did his best to thrust back against her but she was fully in control of the movement because of the angle of her body.

“Oh yeah….that’s it……fuck….” She panted out as she rode him, faster and harder. “You like that you fucker? Huh?........like me fucking you?”

Spike was incapable of answering. A series of pants and groans the only things escaping his lips as she squeezed him hard.

“Gonna make you cum so fucking hard……..make you give me all…….all your cum…….make you scream bitch.”

Had Buffy not been astride him riding him for all she was worth Spike would have been amused by and probably shocked by the things she was saying now, especially calling him bitch, that would have cracked him up. However he was apparently capable of one thought and it struck him as Buffy finished speaking. He was just lying here and wonderful as this was he wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. He was compelled to action when she leaned down as if to kiss him but avoided his lips, running her tongue up his jaw line she bit hard on his cheek.

“You little bitch!” he exclaimed shoving her shoulders until they were both sitting up, their faces inches apart as he now began thrusting in earnest. Using his hands on her hips he slammed her up and down her breasts dancing before him as he shook her like a rag doll. With a movement that spoke of years of experience he turned them so that in an instant she was on her back on the bed beneath him.

“Now who’s doing the fucking?” he panted out. “You want my dick huh?......good and hard was it?.........you’re gonna get it now baby……….I’m gonna make you scream you little slut.”

“Oh fuck…….. Yes…….give it to me asshole…….oh…oh….”

Buffy could feel her orgasm spiralling inside of her, as he pounded her as if his life depended on it. She was certain her inner thighs would be bruised tomorrow from his wonderfully fierce thrusting. Opening her legs as wide as she could she wrapped her ankles around his ass where they banged against him as his pace picked up. She scratched her nails down his chest again before Spike stopped her by grabbing her wrists with a growl. He quickly pinned her arms above her head before bringing his mouth to her neck.

Insane with the need to climax Buffy turned her head and arched her neck towards him. He hadn’t been about to wait for the invitation but he welcomed it anyway. His vamp face came raging to the fore as he bent to her sweat streaked straining neck and sunk his fangs in.

“Oh oh god……..ah…ah…..ungh….unghh…..FUCK!” Buffy screamed as her orgasm rolled over like a tsunami pulsing in time with him drawing on her blood. Just as the red light behind her eyes started to clear Spike withdrew his fangs and reared up a little. He still hadn’t cum and he had a serious urge to give it to her from behind. As he positioned himself to pull out of her and flip her over his hand brushed her clit. Her reaction was instant. Her inner muscles clenched down on his dick almost painfully and her thighs clamped around his pelvis, holding him to her like superglue. Her eyes screwed themselves tight shut as she came again grunting loudly.

Spike’s plan to turn them around was temporarily forgotten as he gazed at her in wonder. He could make her cum again just like that? ‘She must have been really worked up’ he thought with just a hint of manly pride. This time he touched her nub on purpose giving it a tweak. Again her entire lower body clenched around him and Spike groaned along with her as she came again. He tweaked again, and again, and again.

Buffy’s head thrashed and she wanted to scream but her brain only seemed to be able to focus on gripping Spike. She couldn’t believe the effect his playing with her nub was having. Each time she came she shuddered and felt herself squeeze almost inhumanly hard with pussy and thighs and her inner fluids literally gushed out of her. Each time she was sure that was it, sure she couldn’t possibly cum again.

Finally “ungh….ungh….UNGH!!!!...too much….too much…..” she moaned.

She came again as Spike pulled his dick almost all the way out (which took a concerted effort on his part as she was clamped so tightly around him). Pressing the heel of his palm to her swollen clit he slammed back in, cuming the second her inner walls did the inevitable squeezing.

Spike roared as his hips jerked without any rhythm, his seed spilling copiously into her. His roar was joined by Buffy’s scream as the biggest one of the lot tore through her and left her a twitching boneless lump of sheer exhaustion beneath him.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as what could only be described as an aftershock shuddered through her when Spike withdrew. A small but satisfied moan escaped her lips and her glazed eyes slipped slowly shut. Spike grinned to himself before lifting her under the covers. As carefully as he was able he slipped into bed beside her, spooning up to her back.

“Cold feet.” She grumbled sleepily

Spike chuckled, “Silly Slayer,” he whispered wrapping an arm round her waist. “Get some sleep. Gonna have a hell of a hangover luv.” He said kissing the back of her head.

Buffy wiggled back against him and sighed contentedly. Spike avoided thoughts of what would happen tomorrow, when Buffy was awake, and sober and not all mushy from cuming like a good ’un. He briefly entertained a thought of how miserable he would be when she inevitably kicked him out. He quickly gave up on the entertaining and sent the thought packing without any dessert in favour of snuggling a little closer and enjoying the feeling of her body against his while it lasted. He smelled her hair as his own eyes closed and the exhausted, supposed mortal enemies drifted into a satiated, if drunken sleep.


Ok I’m gonna take a vote on this one –
Do you want the morning after or should we leave them on a blessedly peaceful note and end it here? I’m easy (so they tell me) so it’s up to you guys :D (Yeah I know shameless way to try and manipulate reviews)





Part 7

A/N: And again I find myself apologising profusely for the delay in posting. It seems the ENTIRE world decided to conspire against me to stop me getting this out this week. I’m not gonna bore you with the details, cos the morning after is finally here and Spike and Buffy are doing much more interesting things than I have been.
Just one thing though – almost everyone didn’t want angst. My comment to those people is, TRUST ME. Please read the whole thing. Things might not go to everyone’s liking but I urge you read it all please. I’d also REALLY appreciate feedback, cos last chapters always get less and I’m always interested in comments and suggestions.




The morning after was fairly advanced by the time Buffy woke up. Even when she finally did, she didn’t open her eyes immediately. She didn’t dare, her world already seemed a little unsteady and she hadn’t even attempted to move yet. Spike had sensed the change in her breathing and heart rate and was himself frozen for a moment. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this nervous in his life or unlife. After ignoring his worries, he’d fallen asleep on cloud nine and was now laughing at his drunken self from the night before, for thinking that his fears of Buffy’s reaction could be that easily put away. He’d been such a fool, kidding himself that he had the slayer back. As he had the night before though, he decided to enjoy her physical proximity while he could and tightened his grip around her waist, where his arm still lay.

Buffy slowly opened her eyes and groaned at the pressure on her decidedly tender tummy.

“Oh my God I want to die.” She moaned quietly before quietly muttering “I’m so sick.”

Spike squeezed his eyes tightly shut, desperate not to give in to his urge to act like an enormous poofter and cry like a baby. He’d expected this, expected her to hate herself and him. Apparently expecting it didn’t make it hurt less; the worst of it being that he actually wanted to comfort her, make her feel better, and it tore his heart out that he couldn’t. Firstly because she wouldn’t let him and secondly because he was the cause of her misery; just the feel of his arm around her apparently made her ‘want to die’.

‘Right then,’ he thought to himself ‘not going to stick around here to be repelled.’

“Spike…..” Buffy said quietly.

“S’ok. I’m going.” He said standing up and putting his feet into his pants. “Wouldn’t want to be a constant reminder of how ‘sick’ you are for having bloody amazing sex with a man who loves you.”

Buffy rolled over and looked at Spike as he continued pulling his pants on. She closed her eyes briefly as the room spun.

“Oh…..” Spike said, misinterpreting the eye closing. “You were so drunk you don’t even remember the sex do you? Well we had it Slayer! Lots of it. Fan-bloody-tastic, turn your brains to mush, sex! And you loved it!” Spike had finished pulling his trousers on now and was staring at her, hands on hips, looking quite camp actually. “Oh, I know…” he continued deciding to go the whole hog now that he thought he’d dropped himself in it by revealing what they’d been up to last night. He’d apparently gotten into his stride too. “I’m evil, I took advantage of you when you were legless. Probably want to do some violence to me now luv eh? Well let me save you the trouble.” He turned so that she had a side on view of him. He was embarrassed and hurting and scared he was going to lose it in front of her and start blubbering so he decided to brazen it out in as daft a way as possible. He later suspected he’d still been drunk at this point but at the time a Basil Fawlty impression was the first thing that popped into his head. When he spoke again he accompanied each word with a resounding smack to his own backside. “You’re a naughty boy Spikey. Don’t do it again.”

Buffy’s dissolved into silent giggles, tears of mirth running down her cheeks almost immediately as her shoulders shook.

“Bad. Bad. Spike.” He continued still smacking his ass, now quite carried away with himself. “Taking advan…..” He stopped as he realised Buffy was now red in the face from laughing. “Slayer?” he questioned. “Are you laughing or crying?”

Buffy couldn’t reply verbally as she was laughing too hard but Spike got his answer as her silent giggles quickly turned into gales of laughter.

“Oh….god Spike…” she panted out between the spasms of mirth “what are you doing?........oh god that’s so funny.”

Spike was more than a little miffed. Yeah he’d been acting oddly but he’d thought he had a valid point, and still wasn’t certain she wasn’t about to throw him out on his arse.

“Not that funny Slayer.” He huffed “You’re the one said you were sick. Just thought I’d save you the job of slapping me around and throwing me out.”

To his consternation Buffy laughed even harder at this.

“Right!” he said leaping back onto the bed and straddling her thighs. “Stop laughing….” He stopped talking as he realised she already had stopped and was looking increasingly pale. ‘Here we go’ he thought grimly ‘reality’s kicking in and she’s realising the situation we’re in.’

“Oh I don’t feel so good.” Buffy mumbled trying not to open her mouth too much in case the inevitable happened.

Realisation dawned on Spike, literally as though a light bulb had been switched on in his brain. The slayer had the mother of all hangovers and apparently it was the ‘sick to the stomach’ kind. He wanted to run a lap of honour round the house. She was sick, physically sick. Not mentally sick from the knowledge of their night of debauchery. Rather than do that, he settled for a little revenge for the temporary plummet into despair he’d just had. Still straddling her thighs he began to bounce up and down on his hands and knees.

“What’s wrong Slayer?” he grinned at her “Awwwww is your poor little girly stomach a bit tender?”

“Spike. Stop doing that.” Buffy said a note of warning in her voice.

“A-a-ah Slayer.” Spike was still grinning like a fool. “Ask nicely. Gave me quite a scare there, I’m not exactly feeling merciful.”

Buffy got even paler and her cheeks pouched at the same time as she attempted to swallow a gag which rose suddenly in her throat. Spike recognised the sign of impending illness and got out of the way just in time as she dove out of bed and launched herself at the door. He lay back on the bed in his favoured ‘hands behind the head’ lounge and laughed a little as for the second time in less than twenty four hours, he heard Buffy losing the contents of her stomach. When she’d been gone for about ten minutes and the retching had been over for at least seven of those minutes he started to get a little antsy. What the hell was she doing in there? Was she having second thoughts? Was he about to REALLY have his arse kicked?

Eventually Buffy came back into the room looking, he had to admit, 100% better than before she left. A minty smell, mingled with a soapy one told him that the delay in her return had been caused by her cleaning her teeth and washing her face. It seemed she’d cleaned her teeth profusely, too, judging by the strength of the toothpaste smell. ‘That bodes well for old Spike,’ he thought ‘she must be planning on at least getting close enough for her breath to be an issue.’

“Feel better luv?” he asked, genuinely concerned. His brain had carried on the general train of thought about Buffy being close to him; his hopes for the morning definitely counted on the Slayer feeling ok.

“Lots actually, thank you.” Buffy answered.

“Good yack always did me the world of good when I was mortal and had a hangover.” Spike grinned.

Buffy blushed, the complete absence now of alcohol in her system, allowing her to be suitably embarrassed about the ‘yacking’.

“Are you blushing Slayer?” Spike smirked “You’re only little, and a woman. No need to be embarrassed that you can’t hold your liquor. Only to be expected luv.” Spike looked downright smug now. Buffy’s blush deepened but only partly from embarrassment. The rest was caused by her rising temper at his dismissal of her as ‘a little woman’. In one swift movement she had jumped on top of him and had his hands pinned beneath her knees as she now straddled him.

“Little, and a woman I might be.” She almost growled. “But this ‘little woman’ can kick your ass up and down that very sunny street out there if you’re not careful.”

“Message understood luv.” Spike said deciding to relent with the teasing for the time being at least. As she moved her knees to let his hands free he muttered “Didn’t get that kind of speech from Meg or Jo or Be….”

“From who?” Buffy asked confused by his muttering. “What the hell are you talking about Spike? I don’t need to know about your past conquests thank you very much!” She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at him.

It was Spike’s turn for uproarious laughter. “God Slayer,” he choked out “have you ever even picked a book up? Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy are characters from the book ‘Little Women’.”

“Oh!” Buffy blushed more furiously than she had a minute ago. “I never got round to reading that.” She bluffed. “I always meant to though. I don’t have much free time you know! Out fighting evil demons like you every night since I was fifteen.”

“Alright Slayer,” Spike had stopped laughing “I’m sorry. I know you had important things to do. But I do choose to take offence at your ‘evil demon’ comment. Not evil here luv. Bad,” he smirked “and maybe even rude” a leer “but not evil. Nice to know you’re jealous though.” He was grinning like a Cheshire cat now.

Buffy rolled her eyes at him. “Ok, ok. I take it back.” Her face grew serious and she changed tacks. “We need to talk Spike.”

Spike stopped grinning immediately, the expression on his face now very obviously conveying the ‘oh-oh’ that was resounding in his brain.

“’m all ears pet.” He shifted as she lifted off him and sat next to him on the bed.

“First off. I don’t regret last night. Yes I can remember it. All of it……I think.” Her brow furrowed as she tried to assess whether there were any memories just on the edge of her consciousness. “You’re right. I loved every second of it. But sex was always something we were good at. I’m just not sure if that’s enough. I can’t go back to the kind of relationship we had…..”

“Buffy, please don’t say………”

“God Spike! Shut your mouth for half a second can’t you and let me finish. Why do you always do that?”

Looking suitably sheepish Spike made a zipping motion on his lips and looked at her expectantly, silently praying she wasn’t going where he thought she was with this. If she was going to tell him to get stuffed in a heartfelt, caring way he’d rather she’d just kicked his ass out.

“Ok where was I? Right, I can’t go back to the kind of relationship we had. It wasn’t healthy for either of us. Keeping it from my friends wasn’t the only issue but it was a big one, that’s ok now. I told you I was using you, and meant it……..at the time. I’m not saying this is a fairy tale ending, just that I’m prepared to try to let myself discover what my feelings are for you instead of blindly ignoring anything but the bad ones. I want to find out, how I really feel. If you’ll let me. I’ll understand if you tell me to ‘bugger off’.” She gave a weak smile. “ ‘Cos I can’t promise anything, and I might end up hurting you again. Will you give me a chance to see what I could feel? Will you risk maybe being hurt again?”

“No, Buffy.” Her heart almost stopped beating but thankfully she didn’t manage to interrupt before he continued. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Seeing you all the bloody time and not being able to have you at all, that hurt! I know you can feel something for me, even if it’s never the kind of love I have for you. Just the promise that you won’t stamp it out if it the fire begins to burn is enough for me, for now. Now come here and kiss me.”

She was looking down now, to where her hands were clasped in her lap. She felt him cup her chin and tilt her face round and up to him. The seal on their new agreement to ‘see what could happen’ was placed in the form of a gentle lingering kiss.

Pulling back he looked her in the eye. “I love you Buffy. I need you. You know that. I’d walk over hot coals and do the bloody backstroke in holy water for you. I want a clean slate, which I think is what you meant. I want to make you love me. I can be a good man. I know I can. I want to see what you can feel for me too.”

Buffy’s face lit up and she moved in for a kiss. It was another slow and gentle one. Something they hadn’t done much if at all in the past. Of course Spike had to ruin the moment. He pulled back and rubbed his hardening cock against her leg. “Some parts of me will always be wicked though luv. And you know there’s only one method of slaying that will control this monster.” His hand drifted down between her thighs as he spoke.

“Actually I can think of more than one way.” Buffy smiled mischievously at him before lowering her head to his lap. Spike’s eyes rolled back in his head as she closed her mouth round the head of his dick. He lifted his hips so she could pull his pants down giving her access to his balls. She cupped them as she took him deeper into her mouth swirling her tongue round the underside. Gently he placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled her face up to his. Buffy frowned confused until he spoke.

“You know you’re bloody amazing at that darlin’. But I want to be inside of you. I want to make love to you.”

“Well ok.” Buffy conceded as if it was a chore. “Just thought I’d better repay my debt from losing that bet last night.”

“I’d forgotten about that.” Spike grinned “but you’re already late with your payment so there’s interest to add on. Let me make love to you then you can do that twice. In fact longer we wait, more you’ll owe me. My interest rates are kinda high.”

“Can think of worse ways to work it off.” Buffy grinned.

Spike laughed and rolled her over onto her back with the skill of a magician he managed to rid himself of his pants too. He was surprised to find that after two little kisses and a couple of seconds of blowing him, Buffy was already extremely wet. Without any further ado he pushed himself inside of her slowly. Leaning down to kiss her he moved slowly in and out; feeling her breathing and heart rate speed up at the delicious friction. They moaned into each others mouths as their pelvises rocked together. His hands gently caressed her nipples as they ground together slowly causing her to gasp. Spike knew he could do this forever if she wanted him to but was not surprised to sense a rising heat in her and feel her hips begin to move quicker against him. He hushed her, intent on keeping this slow and tender. Buffy had other ideas. Her body had deeply ingrained responses to the feeling of Spike inside her, his weight on her, his mouth covering hers and it was beginning to burn. She needed him to go faster. Reaching down she pinched his bottom before whispering in his ear.

“We have plenty of time for making love Spike and we will, but I need you hard and fast in me now. Need you to take me. Make me yours. Make me scream Spike.”

Spike growled. Some things would never change. He couldn’t deny her anything and what man in his right mind wouldn’t want to plow into her after that little speech. His hips began to piston sharply and he brought a hand down to her clit. The second he touched it he felt her juices increase tenfold and her hips arched up against him as she growled herself.

“God Buffy……” he panted “the things you do to me………drive me bloody mad you do……..gonna return the favour honey…….gonna make you insane.”

“Oh god yeah…….do it Spike……..give me all you’ve got…….love to feel you inside of me………just like that…….god yeah.”

The bed began to squeak and the headboard banged off the wall as the two writhing bodies moved with increasing urgency. Spike propped himself up on one arm and grabbed the headboard with the other, giving himself more leverage to really pump into her. Buffy planted her feet firmly on the bed so she could thrust back against him harder. Mingled groans and grunts told them both how close the other was getting. Spike ever the gentleman made sure that Buffy would get there first. Rubbing furiously at her clit now, he almost pulled the headboard off the bed as he increased his tempo and the strength of his thrusts making her keen and whimper beneath him.

“Oh……oh god……ooohhhhh……..I’m cuming” she wailed

“That’s it baby……….do it…….cum all over my cock……do it Buffy…..”

“Spike!!!!” she yelled as her climax overcame her. This was Spike’s favourite part. Nine times out of ten, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock when she came caused him to follow right behind. He loved it. That, and of course the look on her face when she screamed, the knowledge that he had done that to her. Letting go of the headboard he collapsed on top of her, his arms forcing themselves beneath her to hold her to him as he jerked his load into her.

When his sense had returned at least partially, he pulled out and moved off her. Lying next to her he looked proudly at the flush on her chest and her cheeks, spreading round behind her ears. Her breasts heaved as she panted and swallowed trying to get her breath. Spike never ceased to be amazed by how gorgeous she looked all flushed and spent next to him. It made him want to take her over and over again. Usually this wasn’t a problem, as once ‘it’ was up it took more than one go to get it to go back down. Today was no exception.

Buffy opened her eyes and looked down at his dick, still waving proudly in the air. “God!” she exclaimed reaching out to run her hand up and down his length. “does this EVER go away?”

“I think you know the answer to that question Slayer.” Spike used his patented smirk again. “I also think you know the best ways to deal with it.”

“Y’know,” Buffy mused “I think this is the best thing about sleeping with vampires. They can get drunk as skunks, keep it up all night and STILL be ready for more in the morning.”

Spike eyed her speculatively “What do you mean ‘vampires’, plural Slayer? I know you didn’t have ‘drunken all night and next morning sex’ with Angel. So what exactly do you mean?”

Buffy giggled at him. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

They both knew that it’d just been bad phrasing but it was too good an opportunity for playing to let it pass by.

“You’d better tell me Slayer.” Spike threatened, climbing to all fours and moving closer. “Of course, if you don’t want to do it voluntarily, I could go and get the spatula again.”

Buffy’s eyes twinkled as she replied “Ooooh yes please………I mean, I’ll never tell you you fiend.”

THE END