LET ME PLAY AMONGST THE STARS


A HUGE thank you to Lou for the fantastic beta job she's done. Once again I sent her a sow's ear and she sent me back a silk purse. *hugs*

CHAPTER TWO




Once Dawn was convinced Buffy and Spike weren’t pulling an elaborate stunt, she’d grilled them mercilessly for details. Even highly censored, their tale had induced giddy omigods and excited squeals. After drawing a blank on possible explanations, it was decided the situation deserved emergency status.




Dawn had been the one to sound the old Scooby tom-toms and round up the gang, her presence a courtesy bribe to stop a whine-fest of truly epic proportions. High decibel ‘It’s not fair, I so can do research’ soon wore Buffy down.




They were all now sitting round the Magic Box table looking puzzled. Even Giles was on speakerphone from England and he too was drawing a blank. His voice echoed tinnily.




“And you just found yourselves in a dark space, no warnings, no flashing lights, nothing?”




Buffy and Spike looked at each other, Buffy nodding to Spike to continue.




“Nah – not a sausage. One minute we were in my crypt, next minute it’s all Flash Gordon and storm troopers with ray guns.”




“Well, I have to confess that I’m stumped. If it hadn’t actually happened, I’d think it was the imaginings of a science fiction-obsessed adolescent.”




One by one, Giles’ words sank into their brains. Science fiction. Nerds.




“They couldn’t…” Buffy’s words dried up as she realised that not only could they, they had.




“The bloody Troika! I’ll kill the gits, you just watch me!” Buffy grabbed Spike’s agitated arm and hugged it to her, a gesture that apparently had Xander freaking.




“Buffy? What are you…?”




“God, Xander, calm down! They’re only indulging in frolics and orgasms… and many positions. I did tell you but no, you don’t ever listen to me. There could have been fun evenings with some of that ‘swinging’. If only you’d pay attention when I tell you tales from my top ten orgies.”




Anya barely paused for breath. “I know you can’t take your eyes off Buffy’s breasts…your eyes glaze over and you’re imagining you’re sucking her perky nipples - and remember how you admired Spike’s muscles? Well you can bet he’s got an extra nice muscle that would make me scream – you too probably. I'll bet it makes Buffy howl with pleasure and I know you'd like to hear that.”




Buffy cringed as Anya’s monologue went from bad to horrendous. Her comments on Xander's many Buffy-induced wet-dreams were really making her feel queasy but at least now the focus was moving on to more tales from the files marked 'Anyanka's Sexcapades'. Maybe the blow-by-blow account of her private life had been eclipsed by the lurid revelations that followed. Yay Anya- the ex-demon with no shame.




And at the thought of any kind of ooky touching involving her sister and Xander, Dawn squealed and ran behind the counter, clapping her hands to her ears and trying to block out visuals of anything that Anya had said.




Spike growled, fangs descending; nobody got their hands – or other things – on Buffy. Thankfully, Giles' voice crackled through the speakerphone again allowing the tension to subside.




“Ahem. Yes…well…I’ll pretend that little interlude was a result of the questionable telephone connection and I misheard. Do you have any idea how to find these boys?”




“Give me a sock or something and I might be able to sniff ‘em out. Bastards won’t know what hit them.”




“…Oh marvellous, that’ll do the trick – problem solved. And do we have a sock, Spike?” Giles’ voice echoed over the connection, the sarcasm dripping into the silence and triggering a coughing fit from Dawn.




“What? It was funny! Oh, come on! You know that was funny! Spike the Sniffer Dog. British…but funny.”




Buffy blushed at her thoughts… Spike’s nose was nobody’s business but hers.




Despite the seriousness of the situation, Spike smiled - Giles’ drollery had his lips curling. “Yeah, Nibblet’s right. Watcher’s got a point. There is no sock.”




“But we do have…this…” Anya indicated the box in the corner labelled ‘Bot’s Bits’ that Willow had collected the morning after Buffy’s return. She hadn’t sorted through it yet and Dawn wouldn’t have it in the house because it freaked her out, so for now it occupied a corner of Anya’s domain.




Willow asked the question on everybody’s mind. “But what has that to do with the Troika? Warren Mears built the Buffybot.”




Anya was astounded. These people were the best defence against evil this town had? They were all doomed…




“Warren’s one of the nerd-herd, him and Jonathan, who I seem to remember being best friends with for about five minutes. Ooh! – and his blonde friend, the girlyboy boy? You didn’t know?” Her incredulous tone said it all.




Giles broke the uncomfortable silence with a cough. “I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about, Anya, but if you do have information perhaps you should get to work with it. I’ll be on the next flight over but in the meantime perhaps you could go sniffabout, Spike, and at least try to be useful in gathering helpful information.”




“Not really one to hang back, Watcher. If I get hold of the tossers, I’ll be rippin’ their heads off and sticking them up their jacksies. But nice idea.”




“Well, yes…far be it from me to expect you to actually follow a plan through, Spike. No matter. I’ll be there presently.” The dropped tone indicated that Giles had hung up leaving the group momentarily without focus.




Anya clapped her hands startling the Scoobies into action. “Right, people, you heard Giles - let’s get to it. Besides you’re putting the customers off and the customer is the lifeblood of a business. Maybe if you were more attractive ….oh, not you, Spike, you’re quite the hottie.”




“Hey! I let the first one pass but you might wanna back off and roll that tongue in?”




Buffy stood glaring at Anya, fists firmly planted on her hips. The nerve!!! How dare she pass comment on the hotness that was her Spike! She wasn’t wrong, obviously, but still – that hunk of drop-dead gorgeousness was hers and hers alone. Buffy took a moment to wonder about the bitter jealousy that stabbed through her at the mere thought of anyone even looking at Spike.




Wow. Smitten much?




Strong arms circled her waist from behind, Spike pulling her to sit on his lap at the research table.




“Now, kitten, play nice,” he whispered in her ear, finishing his words with a tiny nip of blunt teeth. “We’ve got work to do. Maybe you can catfight with the ex-demon later. The whelp and I can get some popcorn and watch…”




Buffy twisted in his embrace, cheeks flushed and about to read him the riot act – until she realised he was joking and her anger gave way to a pouting humph.




“Laugh when you say that, buster, or else I’m gonna have to punish you.”




To the total astonishment of everyone but Anya, Buffy twined her arms around Spike’s neck and locked lips, her tongue working inside his mouth and tangling with his in what looked like the hottest and most passionate kiss this side of creation.




Time seemed to stop for everyone as they watched, unable to drag their eyes away from the x-rated show taking centre stage in the Magic Box. Willow and Xander had matching boggle eyes, their mouths gaping soundlessly as they tried to assimilate what was going on. Tara was calmer – a little shocked but dealing. And Dawn…Dawn was so excited to finally have one of her dearest dreams come true she was jumping up and down and hugging herself.




Buffy dragged in a ragged breath, wasting precious seconds while she filled her lungs before zeroing back in on Spike’s kiss-swollen lips, and sucking on them noisily. Willow squeaked and rushed to cover Dawn’s eyes as Buffy turned in Spike’s arms and threw a denim-clad leg across his thigh and straddled him, her groin settling right up against his bulging crotch.




The temperature in the Magic Box went through the roof and the Scoobies were having a hard time keeping the heat out of their cheeks. It was a blessing for all concerned when suddenly the air started to crackle and shimmer.




But in the blink of an eye, the slayer and what was most definitely her vampire had vanished.




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Slayer and vampire landed in a heap on the floor when the chair supporting them ceased to exist. “Oomph!” grunted Buffy as she fell forwards, her breasts crushing against his chest.




Spike struggled to sit up, dislodging Buffy roughly as he scrabbled to his feet.




“Oh bloody hell!”




Buffy jumped up, ready to return his angry words and more than a little pissed at the hasty brush-off. Then she realised it was dark. And there were little swishing sounds… there was a flat, black screen running around the wall…




“Oh no, not again…”




“Don’t tell me – we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. It’s the Three Amigos again! I swear, I’m gonna bathe in their blood and pick my teeth with their bones.”




“Jeez, Spike, TMI!! Besides, what am I gonna do if your head implodes? Don’t worry – Willow will be on it. They know where we are now, don’t they?” Buffy asked hopefully. “…or should that be, they know where we’re not. They won’t let the nerds get away with it. What say we just hole up and wait? Not like there’s much we can do anyway.”




Spike paced the darkened area, his footsteps muffled by the grey carpeting. Buffy was right, there was nothing they could do.




Well…not quite nothing. He could think of a few ways to pass the time….




Buffy grinned when Spike turned to face her. She knew that look. Her cheeks pinked as he zapped her with the full on head tilt, backed up by the sucked in cheeks, wicked mouth and rolled tongue. Any second now and he would…




There it was…the prowl…




Gah! Should be illegal, the way he affected her. She was just so much Buffyputty in his hands; ready to be moulded any way he wanted.




She watched him as he walked the walk of sex to stand inches from her. He was just the right height to make her feel vulnerable, but not in a threatened way. Vulnerable in that she could stop thinking like the slayer for a time and be a woman; she could let Spike take the lead. The surrender was intoxicating, flooding her veins with liquid fire and drying out her mouth.




He reached for her, cool fingers sweeping the hair from her temple and cupping her cheek as he reached behind her with his other hand and pulled her to him, hard. The groin-to-groin impact drew a gasp of delight from Buffy and she instinctively parted her legs so that he could rock against her hot mound. With a burst of preternatural speed and strength Buffy found herself lifted off her feet and slammed back against the wall, her legs coming up round his hips as he pressed her forcefully against the cool, metallic surface.




Lips met, tongues and teeth tangled in a frenzy of need and desire. They held nothing back, slayer and vampire – there was no need, they were equals in everything; passion, strength, the yearning to belong. For the first time, Spike felt he was truly holding Buffy in his arms, holding all of her. The way she’d been in front of the others filled him with hope…that they had a future was more than he’d dare dream.




God – he couldn’t wait to be inside her. Feel her hot silk pulsing around him as he gave her pleasure. He held her up against the wall, one arm wrapped around to caress her lower back and butt, his knees bent to support her weight, while his free hand reached between them to lower first her zipper and then his. Buffy squirmed as his fingers brushed her curls, moist with her arousal and sensitive to his touch. She arched into him, mewling in frustration when he simply teased across her skin and left her wanting.




“Lift up a bit, pet, while I ease out of this.” He quickly shrugged out of his duster, holding her up with his legs until he had his hands free again. He was going to love his Slayer and the coat was a hindrance.




His husky voice rocketed straight to her clit and she raced to obey, tilting her pelvis forward so that Spike could grip the waist of her jeans and yank them down enough to enable his straining erection to nestle in her folds. Altering the angle and settling Buffy back against the wall; Spike thrust into her welcoming warmth and gritted his teeth.




He felt so raw - his emotions see-sawing from the joy of Buffy’s openness in front of the Scoobies, the urge to massacre the Troika for messing with them plus the insatiable need to make love – even though god knows what could come round the corner and catch them at it. No wonder his control was teetering. He stilled his thrusts, leaving Buffy bucking against him as she sought completion.




“Noooo! Don’t stop!” Buffy clawed at his back, willing him to move again.




“But love…I’m so close. Want you so much…”




“Got to have you now…I’m with you……please, Spike….”




Spike slid his length back inside her, moving his hips and angling the movement so that each time he sunk home he stroked her clit. Buffy whimpered, every nerve ending screaming from the emotional overload of the last twenty-four hours plus the liberation from the cell she’d kept herself locked in. She was free. And loved…




Buffy’s orgasm zinged through her body, her thighs clamping Spike and keeping him firmly trapped between her legs. Not that he was going anywhere soon, the pulsing of her passage threatening his own release and messing with the tenuous control he had over his demon. Buffy drove him wild.




Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back, drawing blood. The scent of his own mauled flesh snapped his last thread of restraint and he let his demon face come to the fore. Amber eyes zeroed in on the throbbing jugular at her neck and he licked his lips, struggling to retract the fangs that ached to sink into soft, yielding flesh. Buffy’s eyes burned into him; she knew, she understood and she wanted him to bite her. Suddenly it was all clear to him. Buffy wanted him. She really did want all of him. Demon, man, fangs and all.




Sharp incisors neatly pierced her flesh, Buffy screaming with renewed need as lips, teeth and tongue caressed her neck. Spike thought he’d died for real and gone to heaven - she was not just allowing him to feed from her but revelling in it, moaning and writhing in ecstasy. He shuddered to a powerful climax as Buffy bit down on his shoulder. She didn’t draw blood but the pain was delicious and her pussy gripped his cock in answer as his come flooded deep inside her.




Spike’s legs gave out and they slid panting to the floor, entangled in clothing and each other. They lay for a little while before trying to move, Buffy giggling when he tried to get up and couldn’t as their zippers had become snagged on each other. He couldn’t help but laugh along with her, the absurdity of their situation coupled with the simmering rage at being messed with combining to engender a feeling of almost hysteria. In the end, he had to wriggle out of the jeans and leave them hanging from Buffy’s zipper until she managed to get them to separate. Buffy almost choked laughing as she caught sight of him standing off to the side, his back to her, the pale globes of his ass stark in contrast to the tight black t-shirt that skimmed the base of his spine.




“What now?”




Spike spun round. She couldn’t answer, her eyes streaming as he stood – hands on hips – in just the shirt; she threw the jeans at him and he caught them in front of his face, quickly putting them on and throwing her quizzical looks.




“What’s so funny?”




“It’s just…I looked at you standing there with your ass hanging out…and it’s like, oooh it’s a full moon tonight…just…sorry…doesn’t seem that funny now but…” Buffy giggled and came to him, placing a kiss on his pouting lips. Her face glowing with such easy happiness it almost took his breath away.




“So, you think I’ve got a funny bum, do you, missy?” he blustered in mock horror.




“Hell no! I think you could win Rear of the Year…but…oh, never mind. Look, shall we leave the butt exploration until later and check out where we are?”




“Oh saucy, Buffy. Never thought you’d ask for that particular pleasure, but just say the word and I’ll do a quick recce.”




Suddenly catching what she’d said, Buffy rolled her eyes and shoved him with her shoulder, heading towards the doorway. Spike stooped to pick up his duster and quickly slipping it on, sauntered after her, a swagger to his hips as he gave serious consideration to Buffy’s backside. The thought of her luscious peach of a butt was giving him a problem in the trouser department despite the recent workout. He shoved his hand down the front of his jeans and adjusted himself, Buffy turning round to catch him – literally – with his trousers down.




“Awww…lonesome already, honey?“ she cooed consolingly, “but we really do need to find somewhere to hole up until Willow and Giles come through with a rescue. Unless you’ve got a better idea?”




He raised his eyebrow and smirked, lips quirking in a sinful leer.




Buffy continued. “A better idea of the non-nudie variety – at least for now?”




Spike started in with a lewd response that was cut off by the flashing red light running around the flat, black console on the wall and the ominous words “Intruder Alert” that echoed in the alien surroundings.




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TBC....