And now for the smut...


Chapter Six ~ All I Have to Do is Dream

“ When I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms –
Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream.
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime – night or day…
All I have to do is dream…”

~ The Everly Brothers



Mmmmm, that felt so good. What was he doing back there? It was just magical… His smooth cool hands stroked her back spreading the fragrant oil up and over her shoulder blades.

“ Oooo yummy! You got the ‘Sweet Papaya-Mango’…” Buffy breathed, catching her favorite scent.

“ I know, Pet. I remembered.” Spike’s voice was warm and sweet to her ears.

She wriggled contentedly under his weight. He chuckled and smacked her oily rump playfully.

“ Now, now, Kitten – keep movin’ like that and I’ll get distracted.”

“ Maybe I LIKE you distracted.” She teased, writhing with new intent under his spread legs.

He lifted up off her thighs and pressed his hard length against her, leaning over her prone body to breathe seductively into her ear;

“ Careful what you wish for, Baby.”

She felt his erection slide up the slick crevice of her closed legs to prod her in a well-oiled cheek. She rewarded him with a humming little groan, and moved to turn over. He laid a hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently down again, setting back to his work.

“ Ah ah ah, I’m not done with you yet. ‘Sides you need this after the fighting you did tonight.”

“ Fine then. Be that way.” She flounced back letting her lower lip protrude.

He grinned down at her and laughed.

“ Oi! Not the pouty lip! You know I can’t resist that…”

She turned her head and smiled mischievously, then shot him her all-time best pouty face.

“ That’s it, yer gonna get it now!”

He pounced on her with a roar, flipping her slippery body between his legs while Buffy shrieked with delight. Spike set himself to tickling her and nuzzling her neck affectionately. She retaliated with digs to his sides and stomach, swirling her finger in the sweet divet of his belly button until he broke down giggling helplessly.

“ How cute is it that your belly-button is all tickley?”

“Hey, now – cute? I’m CUTE now?!”

“ Absolutely.” She said laying a solid kiss on his forehead. He snuggled into her embrace resting his head on her chest.

“ Pfft.” He dismissed. “ I am NOT cute.”

“ Are too. 100% Adorable.” She teased, toying with a platinum curl. Spike lifted his head and quirked a scowly eyebrow at her. This only made Buffy grin wider and stick her tongue out sassily. He lifted himself above her giving her his sexiest growl.

“ Hush up you.” He closed in, threatening. “I’m the Big Bad, and I can prove it.”

With that he captured her mouth and kissed her breathless. Buffy responded by wrapping her legs around him and pulling him in to her sweet, slidey little body. Spike moaned from behind his clenched jaw and ground himself into her inviting wetness. She writhed blissfully beneath him enjoying the feel of his delightfully hard erection and gave him a low moan of her own.

“ Bloody hell, Pet. You tryin’ to kill me?” He gasped. “ Keep it up and there won’t be TIME for foreplay.”

“ Hmmmm. Don’t know if I care right now.” She purred, continuing her seductive undulations. He leaned in to kiss her hungrily then licked a path from her neck to her nipples, enjoying the tasty mixture of Buffy and sweet papaya flavours.

“ I care.” He rasped, capturing a rosy bud between his teeth. “ You know how much I love to taste you.” She groaned at his sexy words, and thrust her hips towards him. Ignoring this lewd little gesture, he chuckled and began suckling her other nipple. He diligently worked both breasts with tongue and fingers until she was panting hotly. By the time he made his way to the crux of her thighs she was drenched with her own arousal. He breathed in her heady scent, enjoying himself to the fullest.

“ You are the most luscious woman I have ever seen.” He locked eyes with hers before delving in with his long, feline tongue. “ And the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.”

Buffy thought she could come from his words alone. He said the sexiest, nastiest things she’d ever heard in her life. God, how she loved him. But he wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot. He’d just begun his slow, delicious torture, and history proved he could go all night.

*I am a lucky, lucky girl.*

She thought happily. Then shuddered with delight as his tongue explored every little sensitive fold of flesh. She open herself further for him, delighting in his attentions, the way he was pleasuring her. There was no shame in this, she trusted him completely. It had never been this way with anyone else. She could say that about everything she had with Spike really. The way he loved her with out reservation, the way he was always, always there, the way he took care of her. She’d never had anything even close before. And she had never been so ridiculously happy in her entire life, even as a child.

Who knew life could be like this? Especially for her. She’d just about given up on happy endings before they got together. She remembered talking to Will about it, how it just wasn’t meant for her. Her life was about the slay, and love would probably just get in the way of her duties. That was just the way it was, nothing to be done. Hadn’t that fact been proven to her over and over again already? Angel, Scott, Parker…all debris on the Buffy highway. How could she know the Powers had one last little treat in store?

*Or a really BIG treat actually… *

She thought admiring his erection. Love hadn’t gotten in the way. In fact, his support only made her better. Not to mention the dynamic duo they made on patrol. They moved like synchronized dancers they were so in tune. Plus, there was the added bonus of watching him fight – yum. He was too divine – perfect milky skin, muscular but not bulky, beautifully sculptured face. And when he looked at her – wow. Talk about hypno-eyes. He could stun her in an instant with those eyes - steal her very breath. And she could feel them on her anytime he was near, even if she hadn’t known he was around. She’d turn suddenly, and there he’d be across the room smiling at her. Handsome Devil didn’t even begin to cover it. She smiled dreamily.

“ And just what are you grinnin’ about, missy?”

“I was just thinking that you’re my handsome devil.”

“ And you’re my sweet angel, now c’mere and kiss me.”

And she was lost in his kiss, the taste of her juices on his lips, yummy mango scent and silk bodies sliding. His fingers stroked deep to find the pleasure spot that sent her off like a rocket, as his mouth sought first her tender nipples, then her sweet, aching cunt. He lashed her clit hard as he fingered her, sending her off on waves of multiple orgasms.

“ SoooOOO good, Baby…”

Was all she could muster. There were no other thoughts. Only his mouth and hands making her come and come and come… And before she caught her breath or even began to recover he was above her and sliding home – deep inside where she liked him best. He hiked her thighs up over his arms and began a rhythmic thrusting – bringing on the most intense orgasm yet. The pleasure of it never stopped, coming in waves that rose and fell. His name was a mantra on her lips as he rained kisses everywhere and told her :

“ You are so beautiful, Buffy”

And

“ I love you so much.”

And

“ Come for me again.”


She always complied. He had her on her back – then above him, sideways – then on her knees, seamlessly shifting from one to another. Every position brought new sensations and new pleasures. And always, always he was touching her, caressing her, worshipping her. He spoke to her throughout; words both sweet and dirty, words that made her ache and tingle, and often pushed her over the edge into a deeper, more powerful orgasm. He fucked her and loved her by turns until she felt she couldn’t take one more moment’s pleasure. It was simply becoming too much.

Who knew such a thing could happen?

He seemed to sense her need, and turned her gently onto her back again. Looking into her eyes intently he said,

“ I want to see you, my beautiful girl.”

Buffy thought she would weep from tenderness. His love and devotion were overwhelming – so complete. How they could exist in equal union with his lust and desire she’d never know. But that was him – that was what he gave her: perfect love and perfect lust, all in a beautiful package. She hardly felt deserving of it all. She lifted herself to touch his face and kiss him gently. Then said quietly, sweetly ;

“ I love you, Spike.”

He smiled down at her glorious as a cathedral angel, painted in shades of blue and gold in the candlelight. He held her with his hypno-eyes as he began thrusting once more. Even when she thought she had nothing to give, he always managed to find a little more – wringing every drop of pleasure from her body. He saved the best for last. As he rocked gracefully above her, he slid his hand between them and found her slick, tender clit with his thumb. He pressed gently at first, finally grinding down in firm circles. That’s when her Universe unraveled…


“ Spiiiiiiiiiiiike! Oh, Fuck…Spike…”

She felt him join her in chaos shuddering with the pleasure of it, and calling out to her:

“ God! … Love you, Buffy…love you…”


She awoke quivering with Spike’s name still on her lips.



** Sigh...So delightfully naughty. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did ;) xoxoxox Rosie **