Chapter 18 - Would You Hold It Against Me?



Buffy got out of the tub and dried her hair with her own hair dryer which had mysteriously appeared in the bathroom of Spike’s – their – new apartment. She put on her new red satin gown and went into the bedroom.

The lights were out and Spike was standing, naked, in front of the west-facing window, absorbing the rays of the silver moon. Buffy slipped into his arms and basked in the moon with him.

“Did I ever tell you how the full moon affects vampires?” He pushed his erection against her hip to remind her.

Buffy giggled. “Only every time there is one.”

Spike pulled up her gown to expose her belly to the moon’s light. “Baby needs some moonlight, too.”

They stood together in the moonlight for a long time while Spike rubbed the moonlight into Buffy’s tummy. She could feel the baby fluttering in her belly. Maybe he did like the moonlight.

“Pet?” Spike’s hands wandered further down her body, stroking the insides of her thighs.

“Mmmm.”

“You wouldn’t hold it against a bloke, because he tried to kill you half a dozen times?”

Why’d he have to bring that up? He had tried to kill her, but he’d always been so lame and incompetent that she didn’t feel any particular unhappiness about it, especially since he’d been on pretty good behavior lately. Besides, she hadn’t always been so nice herself.

“I guess not, but you’d better behave in the future. You wouldn’t hold it against a girl for breaking your nose every time she saw you, would you?”

“Might, if she broke my heart.”

“Would I do that?” She turned in his arms so she could snuggle closer. Had she ever been happier than this moment – standing in the beams of moonlight with her vampire?

“Yeah, if you didn’t come live with me.” He brushed back her hair and tipped her chin up so she would like into the wide black pupils of his eyes that swallowed up the sparkling blue.

“Spike, I …”

“Don’t say anything if it isn’t yes.”

“I want to say yes …”

“Shhh.”

Spike abandoned the window and carried Buffy to bed. He settled her tenderly on the sheets he’d turned down while she was bathing and giggling with Red on her cell phone. He’d heard every word of their conversation. Buffy hadn’t made up her mind, but he was going to do everything he could to persuade her to see things his way.

He crawled into bed after her and rolled her into his arms and sprinkled soft kisses on her face, her neck, her collarbone and the curve of her breast.

“My turn tonight.” Buffy said. She wanted to show him with her fingers and her mouth and her body, how happy he’d made her tonight.

She massaged his scalp until his curls sprang free then traced her fingertips down his ears and across his face and his cheeks and his lips. She dipped her tongue into his mouth, one, two, three laps.

He grasped her arms, trying to lengthen the kiss, but she turned her face.

“None, of that naughty boy, or I’ll get out the handcuffs.” She resumed sketching the ripples of his muscles with her fingers – the sharp angle of his jaw, the thick vein of his neck, the cords of muscles in his shoulders and his biceps and his lower arms. She stretched her hands against his – palm to palm – fingers to fingers – stroking gently, allowing sparkles of electricity to build between them.

“How long are you going to tease me?”

“As long as I like. Could be hours.”

Spike groaned. “Got no one to blame but myself for teaching you these tricks.”

“I’m a good student.”

Her palms skimmed the muscles of his chest, his nipples, the ridges of his rib bones, the bone that joined them together, then slowly, she slid her hands down his abdomen, barely touching him, avoiding his hardness.

She removed her hands and waited.

Spike lifted his head. “Hey! You stopped. I was enjoying that.”

“I see.”

“Right, then. Hop to it.”

Buffy scooted down the bed and massaged his feet.

“Pet?”

“Hmmm?”

“That, uh, that feels really good, but there’s another part of me that is in desperate need of massaging.”

“Oh? Your legs?”

“Not my legs.”

Her hands were strong now, no longer light touching, but deeply kneading his calves, then his thighs, working her way up, inching her way closer and closer to his erection. When she was nearly there, she delicately brushed the back of her hand against his balls. She removed her hands again.

“Buffy, please.”

“Please?”

“Please, sweet slayer. Sit on me.”

Buffy straddled him, cradling his cock between her legs, letting him feel her warm, wet place. “Like that?”

“Yeah, like that sweet pea.” He seized her hips and dug in his fingers and rocked her body against his. “You’re ready for me. Invite me in.”

Buffy rolled off. “I don’t think you’re ready.”

“Come back here or there’s going to be hell to pay, Slayer.”

She giggled and started all over, this time with her tongue. His ears, his cheekbones, his jaw, his neck. No time for his arms, except to suck his fingers one by one. A quick lick across his lowest rib, a puff of air in his bellybutton, then slowly, slowly, slowly, one lap at a time, lower and lower, closer and closer, while he panted and tangled his fingers in her hair.

“Stop panting, you know you don’t breathe.”

“You keep this up, I may start.”

“Big baby, is this what you want?” She circled her tongue over his tip, taking in his first drops of cum before dragging her tongue up and down his length.

“Yessssss.”

“I don’t think you’re ready.”

Spike tugged gently on her hair. “Don’t even think about sucking on my toes.”

Buffy stuck out her lip. “You said I could do anything I wanted. You said I should never be shy about what I wanted to do to you.”

“Bugger! I didn’t mean you could do it all in one go.” He could see her pretend pouting in the moonlight, her lips wet and dark. “Give me a proper kiss and you can proceed. But, I warn you, there’s going to be payback.”

Buffy smiled and kissed him deep and hard, tongue and teeth, breaking off the kiss way too soon in Spike’s opinion. He rolled on top of her and flashed into vamp face. He slid his fangs into neck, and sucked the ribbon of blood slowly.

Buffy panted and wrapped her legs around his back, rocking her pelvis against his in time to his mouth. When he finished feeding, she pushed him back flat on the bed.

“I get my own way tonight. Now, where was I? Oh, yes.”

She nibbled her way down his body – ears, face, neck, shoulder, stopping now and then to suck a dark spot of blood onto his pale skin. She bit harder now – belly, hip bones, thighs and legs, all the way down and back up the inside. She bit hard enough to draw a faint line of blood inside his thigh.

“Buffy?”

“Hmmm?” She made tiny nips with her teeth inside one thigh, then the other.

“Don’t suppose you could finish me off about now?”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Created a monster’s what I’ve done. Yes, luv, I want to cum.”

“Are you ready to cum for me?”

Spike gritted his teeth. “Yes, luv. All ready for you.”

“Where do you want to cum?”

“Anywhere!”

“Do you want to cum in my hand?” She stroked her palm up and down his cock.

“Yes! Cum in your hand.”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’d rather cum inside my puss.” She straddled him again, riding him without letting him enter.

“Yes! Your sweet little cunny. You’re so tight and warm and wet, baby. I want to cum in your pussy.”

“I don’t think that’s what you really want. I think you want to cum in my mouth.”

“No! Don’t stop, don’t …”

She pulled herself off him, ignoring his groans and incoherent begging and cursing, and took him in her mouth. No teasing this time. She sucked him hard and squeezed him in her hand.

“Yes, baby your mouth your mouth your mouth.”

She lowered her hand to fondle his balls, while she took him deeper into her throat. He didn’t, couldn’t, last long after her torments. He spasmed and spurted into her mouth.

After, he drew her up into his arms and crushed her hard to his chest.

“Buffybuffybuffybuffy, I love you. Invite me into your heart. Say you’ll stay. Stay with me forever.”

She settled into his arms, contented, loved. “I’ll stay.”

***


The army truck doused its lights and pulled up to the curb on Corazon Street, two blocks from the apartment building. Riley and his crew got out of the truck and fanned out as they approached the building.

Riley checked a scrap of paper and pointed to the building. They were working silent. The target had sensitive hearing and they didn’t want to tip him off. He pointed at the various members of the crew, indicating where he wanted them to station themselves while they waited. Gates was closest to the building and carrying the tranquilizer dart gun.

He checked his optimized Taser X82 with shaped pulse and maximum penetration probes. He hoped he’d get in a blast before the dart took effect. A couple thousand volts wouldn’t begin to payback Hostile 17 for the trouble he’d caused Riley, but it would be a small beginning.

It was hard to pinpoint which of the vampire’s many misdeeds pissed Riley off most. Was it fucking Buffy? Was it keeping Buffy from fucking him? Was it getting her knocked up? Or, was it ruining his relationship with Carmelita, who was now not speaking to him, let alone sucking his dick. The mere fact of Seventeen’s existence was sufficient for Riley to want to shove a tree trunk through the vampire’s black, dead heart.

And, the best part? Walsh gave him written orders to subdue this hostile using whatever force was necessary short of using that tree trunk.

They settled down behind trees and bushes to wait. It wouldn’t be long before that jackass vampire came out to creature around. He’d want to get in a last snoop around the neighborhood before the sun came up in two hours, smoke a cigarette maybe, or track down a quick kill at the nearby Bronze.

All Riley had to do was wait.