A/N: I know it has been over two months now, since I promised to write another chapter and I'm really sorry it took so long, but life has been really busy.

I want to thank all of you guys for your awesome reviews! I would have never dreamed of so many positive reactions!

As for this (and the following) chapter, I considered writing Buffy and Spike as true to character as possible, but I never liked how their relationship progressed in season 6. So it'll be rather fluffy. :)


A special thank you to BloodyTearsOfLife who once again did a fantastic job beta'ing this.


One last note: I edited chapter 1! There were a few hints, that it needed some polishing, so I added a few lines in order to smooth things out a bit. (nothing major, though)
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Half Time Fun




"Who does he think he is?" Buffy muttered angrily to herself, while she strode determinedly through the cemetery, narrowly steering past the headstones along her way.




"Telling me, ME, to go get him something to eat so he can watch his stupid soccer game. If he thinks he can treat me like the obedient little missus, that caters to his every needs, he has another thing coming."




Buffy was on her way back, the bags from the Bronze swinging idly by her side. Although it was already a few hours after sunset, only three vampires had dared to approach her. She had worked herself up in a state of righteous indignation, which only led to a short but painful death for everything that was stupid enough to cross her path.




In a crypt across that very same cemetery, Spike hastily put up the finishing touches to get his home ready for Buffy's return. He had been surprised that she had been so agreeable in the first place. But he knew his Slayer well enough to know that it wouldn't last long and that she was probably right brassed off by now. Not that that had to be a bad thing, he thought with a slight smirk as he adjusted the straining erection that he had tried to ignore since she had stepped into his line of vision, starkers, all huffy and infuriated by his blatant dismissal.




As soon as the referee had announced half time, the blonde vampire had sprung out of his chair and began to straighten things out around the crypt, all the while thinking about the things he would probably be doing to keep his promise of making it up to her for her unexpected patience, in a big way.




He hurriedly swallowed down two packages of blood. His little Buffy could be quite insatiable and he'd need all his strength tonight. He didn't bother to heat them up and made sure he had some bottles of water in his mini fridge. He knew she appreciated them after patrol or their often strenuous rounds of lovemaking, even if she would never admit that.




He had just finished lighting a few candles around the lower and upper level, ambience was important after all, at least he liked to believe that, when he sensed her approach his front door.




Still grumbling under her breath about his arrogance, Buffy kicked the large wooden door open forcefully and marched in.




The door had barely slammed closed behind her as a black blur pinned her against it, engaging her in an almost desperate kiss. A tongue swept over her bottom lip, demanding entrance, which she happily permitted. Cool hands worked their way under her blouse, shoving aside her lacy bra to sensuously knead her breasts, just barely grazing her nipples as her assailant delighted in her breathy little moans and wanton mewls.




Buffy had been caught off guard when he'd pounced and pushed her against the door, the bags momentarily forgotten on the floor. But as soon as his cool and oh so soft lips brushed against hers and his hands had started their journey setting her body ablaze with desire, it was hard to hold on to her prior infuriation. 'That's more like it! Mmhh..... Spike lips, lips of Spike!'




Still savouring her taste as he continued to engage her tongue in a battle for dominance with his own, Spike sensed her ire draining out of her with every second her lush lips were held captive by his and each little grind as they hungrily rocked against the other.




When he was sure her temper was appeased sufficiently, he abandoned her now slightly swollen lips, trailing kisses down the side of her neck and murmuring apologies for his earlier behaviour to placate her further. "I'm sorry I dismissed you like that, luv." He gently nipped at her delicate skin while his hands continued to drive her crazy with their featherly light touches. " 'm a bad, rude man. Forgive me?"




When he felt her nod almost imperceptibly, his lips resumed their journey down her throat. He lingered a moment at her jugular, biting lightly with his blunt human teeth and sucking on her pulse point ’til he was satisfied with the red mark he left there. If her moans and the way she lifted her leg up to his hip to grind harder against the bulge that strained his zipper were any indication, she enjoyed his nibbling on her neck almost as much as he did. He briefly wondered if he could convince her of the intense pleasure she could receive from his fangs.




Just the thought of his canines breaking through her soft skin and the warmth of her potent blood sliding down his throat while he pounded into her tight passage made his mouth water and his cock threaten to burst the seams of his suddenly way too tight black jeans.




He growled softly, and with an impatient flick of his wrist, he ripped her blouse and her red lace bra open. Her indignant "Hey!" merely a token protest.




"Christ, you're gorgeous, kitten. . . bloody perfection," he whispered reverently, before he latched onto the plump mounds that had spilled from her torn undergarments while he ground his burgeoning erection even harder against her heated core.




His left hand trailed up the toned leg she had wrapped around his waist and gently stroked over her bare thigh. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist, allowing him to rip off her panties without any delay. He relinquished the nipple he was currently lavishing with attention and sank to his knees in front of her, slipping her raised leg over his shoulder.




Buffy breathed out a needy, "Spike," already panting in anticipation of his next move.




When his cool tongue made its first contact with her overheated sex, Buffy flung her head back against the door, arching her back as she tried to press herself closer against his mouth, a loud moan tumbling past her lips. She writhed above him in delight, whimpering, as he continued to tease her, deliberately avoiding the hard little nubbin that begged for his attention as he lapped at her center.




She wound her hands into his hair, freeing his platinum curls from their gelled prison. Holding his head in place and bringing him even closer to her throbbing core, she hoped he would get the hint and stop his teasing, because she didn't know how much longer she could take it.




"Ugh. . . Spike, please. . . I need. . . aaahh!" Her plea was abruptly cut off when he nipped at her clit causing her to jerk as another wave of white hot pleasure shot right through her, driving her closer to the edge.




Using his right hand, he stilled her unwittingly bucking hips while he started to gently stroke her nether lips with his left, marveling at how wet she was for him before he suddenly plunged two of his fingers into her pussy. She cried out in pleasure and he chuckled around her clit. The vibrations wrung another throaty moan from her lips while he lapped at her appreciatively, savouring her taste.




The blonde vampire slowed his ministrations and looked up at Buffy's face. Watching his Slayers’ expression, he gaped at the undisguised pleasure he found there. 'Christ she's glorious. . . effulgent. . .'




When Buffy's lust addled brain processed that her lover's actions had ceased, she opened her eyes to see what he was up to. She saw him staring up to her and when her gaze locked on his, she was overwhelmed by the love and the depth of emotion that were swirling in his crystal blue eyes and directed only at her.




To her surprise, her heart began to beat just that little bit faster and she felt those distinctive flutterings in her stomach she didn't know she was still capable of after being emotionally numb for so long.




Spike continued to suckle softly at her clit and leisurely pumped his fingers into her slick passage, still holding her captive with his eyes. Buffy found herself unable to look away, losing herself in his nigh endless shades of blue. Afraid of what he might discover in her gaze, she forced herself to close her eyes and rest her head back against the door, letting the sensations that his talented fingers and mouth evoked wash over her.




He curled his fingers slightly, stopping briefly to search for the right spot, smirking wickedly when he found it. He started to caress the spongy bundle of nerves. Exerting an increasing pressure, he brought her rapidly to the edge of what promised to be an earth shattering orgasm before he slowed his motions once again.




"Oh god. . . Spike. . . ugh. . . don't stop. . .oh, please, please. . . God. . . I'm gonna. . . ooh. . . " she continued to babble incoherently as he resumed his ministrations, her knees trembling with her efforts not to let them buckle and stay upright for the rest of his exquisite torture.




Spike sped up the thrust of his fingers and curled his tongue around her clit, content to end her torment, for now. The blonde vamp decided to take his chances, noting that his Slayer was distracted with her impending orgasm. He worked his fingers roughly over her g-spot, just before he let his fangs drop from his gums and grazed one ever so lightly over her oversensitised clit, drawing just the barest drop of blood.




He purred happily as he lapped up the little red pearl of pure slayer nectar and happily slurped up her juices as Buffy exploded around him. 'Delicious!'




Screaming out, she keened his name as wave after wave of bliss washed over her until she feared she'd black out.




The tremors racing through her body still hadn't subsided as Buffy felt her legs give out under her. But before she could slide down to the floor in a puddle of happy slayer goo, Spike surged to his feet, wrapping her other leg around his waist and sheathing himself to the hilt in her still contracting channel. Holding her up, her rippling muscles almost trapping him with their tight grip. Both groaned at the new sensation of being connected so intimately again.




Spike dropped his head onto her shoulder, mirroring her pants for air as he tried to regain some control. It wouldn't do for it to end so soon, even if the searing heat of her tight passage threatened to burn him.




He still struggled not to move when he lifted his head from its resting place in the crook of her neck, her racing blood singing to his demon.




"So, pet, how are you liking your little appetiser so far?" he drawled with his best leer, his tongue curled behind his teeth.




When she just stared incrediously at him, he chuckled and brought his hand to his lips, making a show of slowly licking her juices off his fingers with an appreciative little humming noise.




"Because I gotta say, luv. . . I think it's right tasty."




"Pig!" she huffed and swatted at his shoulder, but her blow lacked the usual force behind it, so it was barely more than a lover’s tap.




"Oink, oink, kitten!" he chortled, then kissed her hard, letting her get a taste of herself before he started to pump his hips with deliberately slow but deep strokes. Buffy just let her head fall back once again, moaning loudly, as she succumbed to his form of heavenly torture.



tbc. . .
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there will be one more chapter...