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Secrets and Lies by angelic_amy
 
Accommodating.
 
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A/N: Okay, firstly BIG *hugs* and thanks to Megan for her fantastic (as always) betaing.

Secondly... Gah! I'm a little nervous about posting this chapter. It's the first scene of this nature that I've written. Feedback as always would most definitely be appreciated, I just ask that you be gentle! Ok enough rambling from me... on to the chapter!


Chapter 10: Accommodating.


Spike’s initial disgust with the guy turned to blind fury, his face reflexively vamping as he whirled on the stranger who had been pawing at his girl. His demon reveled for a few seconds in the way the man shrank backwards at the sight of his true face before his fist came flying through the air, knuckle crunching against nose. Blood instantly began pouring from the shattered nasal passage, his left hand closing around the guy’s throat and squeezing.

“You ever so much as LOOK at this girl again, I’ll kill you,” he snarled. “Understand me mate?”

Tyler shrank back in fear as he struggled to breath through his constricted throat. He nodded quickly, gasping for breath. “Alright!”

Spike shoved him away.

Tyler stumbled once before finding his feet and bolting out of the nightclub. Eve hadn’t said the dude was a vampire… if he’d known that fact he never would have agreed to this in the first place.

Spike’s face shifted into human form as he turned around to face Buffy, reaching for her arm and drawing her close to him. “Buffy, are you all right?” he questioned worriedly.

“I’m fine,” she retorted as she pulled her hand away from him. “I need a drink.”

“No you bloody well don’t!” he growled. Before she could make a move otherwise, Spike grabbed her by the wrist and began dragging her towards the exit.

Buffy struggled against him for the first few feet before stumbling and then clinging to his arm with her other hand to steady herself, following him sedately through the doors and into the night. He continued dragging her like that until they were a block away from the club where he finally let her arm go.

“What the bleedin’ hell were you doing in there?” he demanded.

“I had a few drinks, it’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” he repeated in shock. “NO BIG DEAL?” he roared the second time. “In that… scrap of a dress? Are you even wearing anythin’ under it, cos it sure as hell don’t look like it!”

“You wanna frisk me?” she replied tartly, her left hand coming to rest on her cocked hip.

Spike closed his eyes as he tried unsuccessfully to block the images that those words conjured. Thinking of the situation he had found her in inside that club cleared them away quick smart. “I don’t care if you’re a bloody slayer, wearing somethin’ like that and getting’ yourself plastered is askin’ for trouble.”

“I’m not plastered,” Buffy defended as she took a step towards him, stumbling slightly. “I’m happy.”

“Happy?” His tone was incredulous. “You sure you don’t mean horny? What, you missin’ your boy already? Didn’t take you for one who’d look for an accomodatin’ fellow to scratch an itch jus’ cos you won’t be seein’ your lover for a couple a days.”

Buffy’s fist shot towards Spike’s head but it was slower than normal-- due to her intoxication-- and Spike easily deflected it. “You were dead, Spike,” she spat out angrily. “What was I supposed to do, stay celibate the rest of my life because I couldn’t have you?”

Spike’s expression blanked for a moment at her confession that she had wanted him, in that way. Then her word choice came back to slap him in the face. “You slept with that Ponce?”

“Of course I did, boyfriend, duh!” She rolled her eyes, both at his question and at her own word choice. Living in a school of girls was obviously rubbing off on her. She turned to walk away from him.

Spike grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her flush against him. “You’re too good for him,” he spoke gently, in contrast to the iron grip he held on her wrists.

Buffy wriggled against him in an attempt to free herself. Her movements elicited a groan from Spike and her eyes went wide as she looked up to see his fluttering closed. When his grasp on her wrists relaxed, Buffy pressed herself against him more firmly and wriggled again, this time with intent. Her hips smashed against his forcefully as she rolled them in a circle against his crotch. A thrill rolled over her when she felt his cock harden almost instantly, straining against the denim of his jeans and pressing against her.

Spike gasped at the intimate contact, his eyes blinking open when her hips rubbed against him for a third time. He looked into her eyes and that was what ruined the fantasy for him. Her eyes were glazed as a result of her drinking. The feelings she was eliciting from him, both physical and emotional, was more than he could ever have hoped for-- but he couldn’t do it like this. Not when she could chalk it all up to a moment of weakness.

Grasping her by her shoulders, he gently pushed her away from him.

Confusion swirled in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Buffy… I can’t let you do…” He trailed off, inhaling deeply before continuing. “You’re drunk and I couldn’t take advantage of --”

“Take advantage? You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” she accused. Although she was intoxicated, she was well aware of what she had been doing. Spike had been taken from her right when she realized how much he meant to her and how much she wanted him. And now here he was and the liquor in her system had bolstered her confidence. He’d gone and ruined that now, though.

“You’re both the same! You and Angel, always deciding what’s best for me instead of letting me make my OWN decisions.” She jabbed a finger into his chest before flouncing away.

“Where the bleedin’ hell do you think you’re going,” he demanded as he followed her, infuriated at being compared to Peaches.

“To find an ‘accomodatin’ fellow’,” she threw over her shoulder. “You seem to think I’m some sort of tart and hell, I’m drunk enough. I’d better go find myself a bed to share before all the good ones get snapped up.”

Spike grabbed her by her shoulders again and whirled her around, crushing her against him. “No you bloody well will not!”

“And you’re going to stop me how?” she argued, making a show of trying to pull herself out of his grasp.

Spike reflexively held her more tightly and once more she was squirming against his hips. He groaned again, his cock standing to attention like the deprived little bugger it was. His mind was telling him that this was wrong, that he should be getting her back to her hotel to sleep off her drunken state, but his body was demanding more friction. When she leant in towards him and her pebbled nipples brushed across his chest, he was lost.

His lips swooped down to claim hers in a hungry kiss, which Buffy returned with equal fervor. Her lips parted to allow entrance for his insistent tongue. They each fought for dominance as their tongues dueled.

Buffy’s arms snaked around Spike’s neck as she jumped into his arms. His left arm wrapped around her body and held her tightly against him whilst his right hand slid the length of her golden thigh and disappeared beneath the skirt of her dress. His fingers danced over the scrap of material at her hip that she obviously considered underwear, before moving to map the curve of her ass. He could smell her arousal and feel her moistness seeping through the denim. The heat from her quim was searing and he thrust against her, wanting that heat to consume him.

Buffy ground her hips against the denim-clothed erection that was pressing against her centre, moaning in pleasure at the sensation. All thoughts of London, of Juan, of Dana left her mind as she sought more friction. The world consisted of her and Spike and nothing else mattered.

The appeal soon wore off, however, when her need for more intimate contact intensified. Her right hand uncurled at his neck before popping the top button of jeans and then attacking the zipper, desperate fingers diving through the opening. She shouldn’t have been surprised at finding him commando, but she was. She hesitated for a second before her nimble fingers wrapped around his rock hard erection, her grasp tightening as she began a pumping action. Up down, up down, up down – his pre-cum quickly began coating her fingers.

Spike tore his lips from Buffy’s, a throaty gasp ripping from his lungs as he stared at her in wonderment. His knees quivered as a result of her ministrations and he stumbled forwards, burying his head in her neck as his right hand reaching out to brace them against the wall in the dark alleyway. It was the feel of the cool bricks beneath his palm that reminded him where they were.

Oh yesss… his body sang.

“Buffy no, not here. We can’t… you deserve…” He gasped in pleasure, all thoughts of arguing flying right out of his head when her thumb rubbed the head of his cock on the upstroke.

“Spike, I need this,” Buffy pleaded, claiming his lips in a desperate, hurried kiss. She peeled herself away long enough to reaffirm her words, making sure he was looking at her when she said them. “I need you.”

Spike could see the certainty in her eyes; hear the plea in her voice and a part of him wished he were strong enough to resist her. He wanted to do this right, in a bed with candles and music and everything a girl, a woman like Buffy deserved. Not up against a brick wall in an alleyway in LA. But he didn’t have that strength. God, the smell of her arousal was intoxicating and he was quickly becoming drunk on it.

With her legs locked around his hips, she wasn’t in any danger of falling. Right hand still bracing them against the wall he used his left to push the filmy material of her thong to the side. Using his fingers he parted her nether lips, a shiver of pleasure rolling through her body as he stroked her once, twice.

Buffy whimpered in need, pressing herself down on his fingers. Spike kissed her fiercely before stealing away, cerulean blue eyes locking with her hazel ones. The corners of her lips curled up into a smile and that was when he acted, thrusting into her searing heat in one, fast movement.

Oh god… they thought as one.

“Buffy,” Spike breathed in awe.

Spike’s knees nearly crippled beneath him and he leaned more heavily against the brick wall, his body quivering in pleasure. He groaned in satisfaction as he withdrew from her slick channel at a languorous pace before thrusting into her again. He felt like he was home…

Buffy released a breathy cry, her back arching instinctively to accommodate his size. The simple movement allowed him to plunge into her more deeply and they both sighed in carnal satisfaction.

“Oh, Spike!”

Spike’s pace was slow as his thrusting found rhythm, wanting to make this last yet knowing it probably wouldn’t. Aside from the failed quickie attempt with Harmony when he first became corporeal after months of being a ghost, he had been celibate since the last time he’d been with Buffy. That was the weekend that Captain Cardboard came back from his jungle trip. His only comfort since then—apart from that alcohol fuelled tryst that one night with Anya—had come from his left hand and it had nothing on Buffy. He’d had to fight not to blow his load the second he was ensconced within her, the clenching of her inner muscles pumping his cock even more expertly than her hand. He wanted this to be good for her, wanted to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.

Buffy whimpered in pitiful need at his lazy pace, rolling her hips insistently and speeding up the pace of their coupling. Her hands tangled in his hair, transforming the slicked back do into a mass of unruly curls as she used her leg strength to pull his hips towards her more speedily. Her lips found his, devouring the plump flesh of his bottom lip, sucking and nibbling before she forced her tongue into his mouth. He greedily accepted. She sighed in contentment when she felt his thrusting speed up to meet hers, seemingly having abandoned any attempt to keep the pace as languid as it had begun.

“Buffy, love…” Spike panted as he met her pace. At the rate they were moving, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Spike had tried to fight against her persistence but her frenzied movements were not something he could ignore, not when her pussy was clenching his cock so tightly. Determined that she walk away from this satisfied, the fingers of his left hand moved from her hip to her sex. They tangled in the downy soft hair covering her sex before they found her the small nub of her clitoris. With his thumb and forefinger he squeezed, all the while thrusting in and out of her slick heat.

Buffy gasped, feeling the knot of tension building within her belly intensify, his nimble fingers bringing her closer to climax. The dual pressure from his cock inside her and the ministrations of his fingers on her clit, promised one hell of an orgasm. This felt right, so right.

“So goooood…” she purred, a moment later gasping as a bolt of pleasure shot right through her. “Nyyaah!”

The clenching of her pussy walls was milking him closer to his own climax and he desperately fought against it, wanting her release before his own. The movement of his fingers became more frenetic as his thrusting became more deliberate, each stroke long and hard.

Buffy’s shoulders grazed up against the brick wall, the slight pain as the stone bit into her skin only spurring her further. She bucked against his hips, riding him with all of the energy she could muster. She knew Spike was close when he began babbling nonsensically. Now the only words escaping his lips was the repeated mantra of her name, over and over again as his hips bucked up to meet hers.

“Spike! Oooh, Spike!” Buffy chanted before whimpering with need.

“Come for me, love,” Spike pleaded as his attentions on her sex became more deliberate. When he pinched her clit a second time Buffy hit the peak of her pleasure, a keening wail of satisfaction tearing from her throat as she rode the waves back down to earth.

The clenching of her inner walls when she orgasmed brought forth Spike’s own release, a strangled cry breaking from his mouth and ripping through the night as he spilled his cold seed inside of her.

Buffy’s chest was heaving erratically as she gasped for breath, her heart racing from the exertion of their coupling. When she felt Spike’s knees quiver again she slowly unwrapped her thighs from his hips, moaning at the loss of contact when her movement separated their joined appendages. She slid down his body until her heeled feet hit the pavement, nervously running her hands to smooth imaginary creases in her dress before looking up to meet Spike’s gaze.

The emotion she saw in his eyes, the utter devotion and awe as he stared at her as if she was the most breath-taking creature on earth, completely floored her. After all this time he still… She fidgeted under the intensity of his gaze.

Spike reached forward, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as he leaned in to find her lips. The kiss was gentle and soft, his tongue slowly licking the line of her plum bottom lip. He crushed his lips to hers, making no attempt to deepen the kiss as his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his body once more.

Buffy giggled when the kiss broke, Spike tilting his head to the side in question. “Again already?” She looked down pointedly at his re-stiffening cock, her fingers ghosting over the head and causing him to flinch in response.

“Not here,” Spike growled, the bright smile a contradiction to his tone. Grabbing her wandering hand he locked their fingers together, using his free hand to tuck himself back inside his jeans before he carefully slid the zipper upwards.

“My place,” he suggested, his confidence that she would come with him suddenly wavering.

At her quick nod his smile returned and he led her out of the alleyway and towards his place, thanking whatever the gods for bringing Buffy to LA.



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A/N: Well... there you have it. *hides*
 
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