~Chapter Three~

Unsurprisingly, Spike made it to his crypt in record time. Lowering Buffy to her feet as he opened the door, he quickly pulled her into a heated embrace as soon as they crossed the threshold into his home. He had assumed she would protest about being taken to a crypt, but she remained content in his arms and he suspected she was as worked up as he was.

He could smell her arousal as he guided her slowly towards the hatch to the lower level. Sweeping her off her feet again, he jumped through the hatch and landed effortlessly on the ground below. He heard Buffy’s heartbeat increase and he assumed that it was due to her sudden immersion in darkness. Gently soothing her, he rubbed her arms and told her to stay still as he lit some candles.

Buffy stood there in the dark, thinking back on the events that had brought her here. She couldn’t really believe it was happening. She might have convinced herself it was a dream, but her dreams had never felt this good. Her body was on fire from his kisses and words alone, and the thought of what else he was capable of sent a rush of fluid into her soaked panties.A golden glow spread throughout the gloom as Spike lit the last of the candles. She watched him move casually around the room, coming to a stop by a small table where he dropped his lighter. Buffy slowly crossed the room and wrapped her arms around his waist, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades before standing on tip-toes to kiss his neck. Spike sighed, leaning back into her tender embrace as he brought his arms up to cover hers.

“You said I was yours, Spike,” she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver throughout his body. “Show me.”

Buffy couldn’t believe the words were coming from her lips, but something about Spike gave her the confidence to act this way. If she was going to stop living her life by everyone else’s rules then who better than him to help throw that particular rulebook out the window? And Spike wouldn’t just throw it. Oh no. That book would be torn, burned and sent its merry way courtesy of a two fingered salute and inventive selection of British profanity.

If he was surprised by her assertiveness he didn’t let it show. Easing her arms from his waist, he slowly turned and took both her hands in his. “If we do this, Buffy, there’s no going back. Not gonna be your dirty little secret. You understand that right?”

Buffy swallowed past the lump in her throat as she looked deep into his eyes, refusing to flinch as the blue changed to yellow and his handsome face was replaced with that of his demon. She knew what he was trying to do. By showing her his demon face, he was forcing her to recognise both what he was and in whose bedroom she was standing. Undeterred, Buffy reached a hand up and gently traced the ridges of his brow, smiling softly as he nuzzled into her palm. “I know what you are, Spike,” she answered softly as she graced him with a brief kiss. “I know what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with. I don’t want this to be a secret. I’ve wanted this for so long. But...”Buffy trailed off, trying to find the right words.

“But what, luv?” Spike asked, trying his hardest not to look like his future happiness depended on the outcome of this one conversation.

“I always fought against my feelings,” she replied, looking at her feet. “I always...it was never for me...I let them...”

Sensing her struggle, Spike brought her eyes to his, giving her the strength to continue. “I’ve never lived my life for me. Since my calling, everyone has these expectations I’m supposed to live up to. Everything I am is about being the Slayer.” Spike swallowed hard as he watched the pain in her eyes while she continued slowly. “When we were under the spell...I was still the Slayer, but I had something else too. I had you. You loved me and you let me be me. Just plain old ditzy, stubborn and hopelessly confused Buffy,” she said with a grin. “And I don’t want to give that up.” Somewhere during her little speech, Spike reverted back to his human face as his heart swelled with affection for the girl in front of him. Stepping forward, he wove his fingers through her golden mane as he gently eased her towards him.

“Wouldn’t want you any other way,” he murmured as he took her lips in a passionate kiss.

“I didn’t plan on this, Spike,” she whispered softly. “Hell I’m not even sure what this is. There’s something here though, between us, and it’s real, Spike. So real...and it scares me.”

Spike could swear that he felt his unworthy heart come back to life with each word she spoke. “I know how you feel, luv.” He released a shaky breath. “Didn’t see this comin’. I shoulda known though. Christ, even Dru knew before me.” Off her confused look, he took her hands in his, slowly stroking his thumbs over her bruised knuckles and looking deep into the chaotic emotions that warred behind her emerald eyes. “She said I was covered in you or some such rot, that you were sunshine and I was lost to you. Didn’t know what she meant at the time. Truth be told, I didn’t want to know.” His lips quirked and he gave a small shrug. Spike had to get his inner William under control before he spilled the true depth of his feelings for the little slayer and scared her off for good.

Buffy released the breath she had unwittingly been holding. She knew this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing for the impulsive vampire. His unspoken words resounded in her head along with the meaning she inferred from his speech. Any lingering doubts fled her mind as she reached up to tilt his head to hers. His eyes burned with the same tumultuous emotions as hers as she took a deep breath and steadied her fluttering nerves. “I’m sure.”

Spike’s arm wrapped around her waist and she suddenly found herself lifted in the air and pressed against the wall. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her body against his in a circular motion.“That’s it, Buffy,” he whispered, sliding his hands under her skirt to clutch her ass in both hands. Angling his hips, he pressed the seam of his jeans against her soaked panties, causing Buffy to gasp at the feelings he created. “I want you to get that pussy nice an’ wet. Wanna taste those juices on my tongue as you writhe against my face.”

Buffy’s cheeks flushed beautifully at his words and Spike was rewarded by another burst of her arousal in the air. So, my girl likes a bit of dirty talk, huh?

“Does that sound good, Buffy? Want me to spread those pretty legs of yours and bury my head between your thighs? Push my tongue so far inside you till you scream my name when you come?” His words, spoken in that deep, seductive voice, drove her out of her mind. It was no wonder Dru was as nutty as a fruit cake after a century of Spikes loving! Quickly dismissing all thoughts of Spike’s insane sire from her mind, Buffy grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and smashed her lips to his in a demanding kiss. Spinning her around, Spike lowered her to the bed, following her down without breaking the kiss.

Eventually Buffy’s need to breathe forced them to separate, allowing Spike to kneel up and admire the vision that lay before him. She lay panting on his bed, her skirt bunched up around her waist, giving him a glimpse of her red lace panties while her shredded top gifted him with a view of the matching bra. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her hair spread over his pillow like a golden halo.

The sight of his girl, laid out before him, made his straining erection twitch within its denim prison. Reaching down he popped the top button to give him some relief from the pressure. A slow, lazy smile crept over his face as he prowled up her body like the hunter he was. Sliding his hands up and over her tanned stomach, he brushed his thumbs over her lace-enclosed nipples, causing them to harden instantly. Buffy moaned, arching into his body and pressing against his now painful erection. He wanted nothing more than to rip those panties off and bury himself inside her warmth, but he was determined to make this a night she’d never forget.

He knew for a fact, he wouldn’t.

Taking hold of her tattered shirt, Spike swiftly tore it from her body, taking care not to aggravate her shoulder injury. A cursory glance satisfied him that the bleeding had stopped and her slayer healing was already closing her wounds. Moving lower he ran his tongue across her collarbone before placing kisses against the swell of her breasts. His hands found the zipper of her skirt and he gently eased it down her slender legs, leaving her dressed in her skimpy underwear and a pair of the sexiest leather boots he’d ever seen. As tempted as he was to leave them on, he decided that it could wait for another time. Spike smiled broadly in the knowledge that there would indeed be another time. Buffy wanted him. Both man and demon. Removing the last boot, his gaze travelled along her leg to the sight before him. He could see her nervousness at her lack of clothing and he pressed a gentle kiss to her ankle, causing her to giggle softly. All thoughts of his dark princess were long forgotten. Buffy was his golden goddess and he wanted to worship at her altar for eternity.

Rejoining her on the bed, he lay between her legs, cradled in her warmth. “So bleedin’ beautiful,” he whispered, brushing the hair back from her forehead. Their lips met in a heated embrace. Both fought for dominance but neither could claim victory. Buffy’s hands reached behind him to pull his black t-shirt over his head, dragging his lips back to hers as soon as the offending item was removed. Duel moans filled the air as they were finally skin to skin. Buffy’s nipples pressed into Spike’s sculpted chest and her nails dug into his back as she writhed beneath him. When oxygen became an issue, Spike drew away and kissed a slow journey down her body, licking and tasting every inch of exposed flesh. She released a loud groan when his mouth latched onto her nipples, biting and sucking through her bra to create extra friction. Buffy’s body arched off the bed, allowing his left hand to creep behind her and unfasten her bra, whilst his right smoothed up her thigh before dipping between to stroke her drenched panties.

“So wet.” He sighed. “Is this all for me, pet?” His touch was electric and Buffy bucked beneath him as his fingers slipped beneath the sodden fabric and found her swollen clit.

“Oh God, Spike, yes!” She screamed as his gentle ministrations brought her swiftly over the edge.

“That’s it baby, let go, Spike’s got you,” he murmured in her ear as his fingers slowly wandered through her folds. Drawing out her pleasure with his tender touch, Buffy clutched him to her as she panted and tried to recover from her sudden orgasm.

Buffy could feel the fire reignite as he kissed his way down over her stomach until he was level with her panties. He inhaled deeply, his mouth watering as he breathed in the sweet, musky scent of her excitement. She flushed bright red when she remembered his words from earlier. Embarrassment flooded her body and she tried to close her legs. As much as she hated to say it, her two previous sexual experiences had both been over pretty quickly, and neither Angel nor Poop Head Parker had attempted to perform what Spike had in mind.

“Ah ah, none of that now. Don’t hide yourself, look at me, kitten.”

Buffy didn’t remember closing her eyes but when she opened them to see Spike nuzzling at her panties and gazing at her with those true blue eyes, she could have sworn she had stepped into one of her nightly fantasies. It's the dream,it’s the dream! she thought.

Spike had an idea about what had caused her sudden retreat and he was determined to put an end to that immediately. “Nobody’s done this to you before, have they?” he asked softly. A slow shake of the head was Buffy’s only response. Spike snorted in disgust. He’d suspected as much. Bloody wankers didn’t deserve a goddess like her. He always figured his souled up poof of a grandsire to be the unadventurous type. And as for that college boy, he was surprised the idiot could even locate his own dick let alone use it.

“Stupid gits have no idea how to treat a lady,” he said, whilst hooking his thumbs under the sides of her thong. “Will you let me, Buffy? I wanna taste your sweet honey in my mouth.”

His tongue darted out to press her clit through her panties and Buffy groaned as she felt her resistance fall away. His hands slowly drew her thong down her legs before stashing them into his back pocket.

Buffy sat up leaning back against her arms, a single eyebrow raised in question.

“Souvenir.” He shrugged as a brilliant smile split his face and he rejoined her on the bed, spreading her thighs with his palms. “Now,” he said, making himself comfortable between her legs. “Give your Spike a taste.”

The first touch of his tongue against her wet folds was enough to make Buffy collapse back on the bed. The contrast between his cool tongue and her burning body had her writhing against his mouth, prompting Spike to slide his hands up to her slim hips, anchoring her to the bed.

“Oh, God!” She shrieked as Spike drew her tender, swollen clit into his mouth, and proceeded to nibble it with his blunt teeth. Closing his lips around her most sensitive flesh, Spike sucked at it rhythmically as his tongue played over the tip, drawing whimpers of pleasure from Buffy’s throat.

“Praising the wrong man, sweetheart.” He chuckled as he abandoned her clit to slide his tongue over her outer folds. “Fuck, you taste so good” he said, lapping at the sweet nectar that coated her labia before thrusting his tongue inside her tight channel. “Like a peach you are. So ripe and juicy. I could eat your pussy all day.”

Ruthlessly, he set to work teasing and licking her most intimate flesh, his nose rubbing against her swollen clit with each frenzied movement of his head. Glancing up the bed, he admired Buffy’s breasts as they bounced with each shuddering breath she pulled into her lungs. He favoured her with a particularly long lick as he brought his thumb up to circle her clit. Clutching at his sheets, Buffy gasped for breath, head rolling from side to side as Spike continued to feast on her trembling body. She had never imagined that it could feel this good. Her heart was racing and a thin layer of sweat covered her golden skin. His words made her hotter as she raced headlong into her second blinding orgasm of the night.

“Spike, please...feels so good, so close, I need...” She panted harshly, arching into his talented mouth.

“You want to come, sweetheart?” he asked, never once abandoning the pressure on her clit.

“Oh, God!” She moaned again as Spike pushed two fingers inside her, searching her silken walls for the spot guaranteed to make her scream. He began steadily fucking her with his fingers as his lips once again found her throbbing clit and gave it a hard suck.

“That’s it kitten, take my fingers inside your tight little body. You’re so hot, baby. Gonna bloody burn me till there’s nothing left.” Buffy’s hips rose to meet his hand as her body rushed towards completion. “That’s my sweet girl, come for me, Buffy. Want to hear you scream. Do it for me, baby, let it all go.” Spike lowered his head to brush a kiss against her stomach before letting his fangs drop down. Buffy was so close to the edge already and as Spikes teeth sliced effortlessly into her thigh, a powerful orgasm tore through her body. She screamed his name, trapping his head in a vice like grip between her powerful thighs, her vision blurred and her heart threatened to escape her chest, as she collapsed, trembling back onto the bed.

Spike had never been so grateful, that he didn’t need to breathe.


~Chapter Four~

When Buffy awoke, she was greeted by the sight of a very smug and very naked master vampire. Evidently, Spike had removed his jeans and boots whilst she was passed out, and the sight of his engorged cock was enough to rouse the sated slayer. “Welcome back, Goldilocks,” Spike said, chuckling as he smoothed the hair back from her face. He lay on his side, head propped up on his hand, studying her.

“Mmmm...that was just...wow.”

“I’ll say.” He grinned, his free hand tracing lazy circles on her arm. “So bloody beautiful when you come,” he said, his voice laced with an almost awed tone. Buffy’s cheeks were suddenly tinged a delightful shade of pink as she blushed at his words, earning a tender kiss from the highly amused vampire.

“Bleedin’ adorable, you are.” Buffy ducked her head, only to have her gaze fall on his throbbing erection.

“Like what you see, luv?” he asked, leaning back to put both hands behind his head, his cock bobbing proudly against his stomach. “Don’t you worry, I’ll make it fit all right. Fill you up right proper, I will.” Spike was unable to wipe the smirk from his face as Buffy’s eyes narrowed in a half-hearted glare.

“Alright mister, you’re looking way too pleased with yourself.” Buffy smiled as she rolled onto her stomach to study him.

“Think I’m entitled, don’t you, pet? I bet college boy never made you black out in pleasure!”

Buffy let out an inelegant snort at the thought of Parker’s sexual performance. Strangely, thinking of him didn’t bring the usual rush of humiliation. It was clear now that he was a boy playing at being a man. “Yeah, right.” She giggled. “I don’t think he even...hey! You bit me! How? What about the chip?”

“Just a love bite, pet.” He smiled, reaching for her hair again. Damn he loved her hair. “I didn’t plan on hurtin’ you. Just wanted to make it feel good...and I’d say it worked wouldn’t you?” He grinned that shit-eating grin at her and Buffy decided that two could play at that game.

Whatever he was about to say died on his lips as Buffy reached out and wrapped her delicate hand around his thick cock. She slowly stroked his length, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing her thumb over the drops of pre-come glistening at the end. Spike was soon panting for unneeded air and as Buffy reached down to cup his sack with her free hand a long groan escaped his lips. Buffy captured another drop of fluid with the tip of her finger. Spike stared transfixed as she brought her finger to her lips, and almost came at the sight of her little pink tongue swirling around her digit, tasting him. Throwing his head back onto his pillow so as to avoid embarrassing himself like a horny schoolboy, Spike missed the look in Buffy’s eyes as she moved lower.

Spike sat bolt upright as his cock was suddenly enveloped by Buffy’s hot mouth. Slowly, she took as much of him inside as she could manage, leaving her hand to pump the remaining length.

“Fuck, pet, that’s so good. God, such a wonderful little mouth you’ve got.”

Spike’s continued babbling boosted Buffy’s confidence. This was another first for her. When the thought first entered her head, she was terrified of messing it up and making a fool of herself, but judging by the words of encouragement from her lover, it seemed instinct was winning out over experience. Spike’s hips began to rock involuntarily, each slow thrust pushing his cock further into her mouth. A strangled gasp tore from his throat as Buffy drew her lips up the length of his erection, swirling her tongue around his shaft, before dipping it into the tip and the salty pre-come that gathered there.

Spike almost cried out when Buffy removed her mouth from his cock. He stamped down the urge to beg her to continue, watching, instead, as she covered his balls with soft kisses before pulling each one gently into her mouth. Her tender ministrations continued as she released his sack and traced her tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his penis, nibbling his sensitive head, she once again took him back into her mouth.

Leaning forward, Spike gathered her hair from her face and held it gently with one hand behind her head. The unobstructed view of Buffy’s lips wrapped around his cock was a torment in itself, torn between watching this amazing woman and slamming his eyes closed to stop himself from coming at the very sight. When Buffy relaxed her throat muscles and began to work his entire length into her mouth, he realised the battle was lost. When the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she began to swallow around him, he knew he couldn’t put it off. “Buffy, luv, you gotta stop. I can’t...oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Pulling back, she worked him with her hand as she met his eyes with a clear challenge. “So come!”

She barely had time to wrap her lips around his cock when Spike let out a bellowing roar and released thick streams of salty fluid into her willing mouth. Swallowing quickly around him, she took everything that he gave, releasing his softening cock from her warm cavern and licking him clean of his spendings.

Buffy’s eyes wandered over the canvas of her lover’s body. She had never thought to describe a man as beautiful before, but as her gaze took in his sculpted stomach, killer cheekbones and lips that just begged to be kissed, she could feel herself drowning in the wealth of emotion he evoked. She crawled up his prone body, a smirk to rival his own spread over her face and looking very much like the cat that got the cream. Straddling his slim hips, she rubbed her soaking pussy against his rapidly hardening cock as he lay beneath her, dragging in great gulps of unnecessary air.“Bleedin’ hell! That was...” He paused to take in the look on his girls face before releasing a sinful chuckle. “And you said I was self satisfied?” he said, purring his words.

“Oh, I think I’m entitled, don’t you?” she replied, throwing his earlier words back at him. Joint laughter filled the air as he reached to pull her towards him.

“Oh yes, Miss Summers, more than entitled.”Spike pulled her down into a heated kiss, and they both groaned at the combined taste of their juices. Tongues caressed and hands gently stroked as they lost themselves in each other.

Reaching down, Spike took hold of her firm ass as he rolled her onto her back, never breaking their kiss. Supporting himself on bended elbow, his right arm lightly caressed Buffy’s leg, gently bending it at the knee to open her up further. Taking his rightful place between her firm thighs, he reached down to position his aching cock at her opening.

It was time.


Tbc.