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Fourth Chapter Written By Ariel Dawn, beta‘d by Opal.

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Part 4
Padded

By Ariel Dawn
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Buffy stepped away from Spike as if she’d been burnt. She didn’t want to admit that she liked this. This whole thing in fact... well maybe the pictures taken. Mia walked over to her and wiped up the goo from the fake blood. She inquired whether or not the fangs were still holding. Buffy nodded yes, just as Mia started pushing her towards the next scene to be shot.

Buffy looked around the scene, it was as if they had recreated Restfield cemetery right there in the building. There was even a cool breeze being simulated by a large fan over to the left. She was about to comment that it felt like she’d been here before, when she realised that Spike was nowhere to be seen.

Her heart started thumping madly against her chest at the idea that he had left her there all alone with the crazy photographer guy.

“Don’t worry, Buffy, he’s just getting dressed for the next shoot,” said the crazy photographer guy in question, as he handed his camera to an assistant to change the film.

Sure enough within moments Spike re-emerged from the dressing room, his Armani suit gone and in its place he was sporting the perfect match to her own outfit. The collar around his neck was studded, not spiked, he wore leather pants and a ripped and safety pinned shirt.

Diego’s face lit up as he saw Spike. “Perfect, it’s as if you’ve worn that look before. Ok, Sweethearts, to the tombstone with you. Mia! Position them!”

Buffy felt Mia take her hand and lead her behind what looked like a regular tombstone. As she approached Buffy noticed that this particular tomb stone wasn’t a replica of one found in Restfield. This one had ‘Vampire Condoms’ engraved on it. Diego in turn took Spike’s hand and led the vampire rather reluctantly to the tombstone.

“Sit, legs spread, slouched over, please darling? That‘s it! Delicious. You look just good enough to eat up, or arrest,” Deigo noted, with an undisguised leer.

Spike did as he was told with only a glance back at Buffy who was receiving directions from Mia. Spike slouched appropriately and Buffy leaned over the tombstone as Mia directed.

The little voice in Buffy’s head that held her moral compass was yelling that she was about to fall out of her top and that showing cleavage to the whole world was not what she signed up for.

“Buffy!” shouted Diego. “Lean in! Like you are about to bite him! That’s right! Who wouldn’t want to bite him?”

Buffy suppressed a laugh and moved in, her eyes looking intently at Spike’s neck. It was the opposite side than she had falsely bitten on the office set. This side had a scar on his neck; the scar that could only be made by a vampire’s bite.

Drusilla’s mark.

Suddenly Buffy felt herself get jealous. And she didn’t try to pretend it was any other feeling, she knew she was jealous and knew exactly why.

Diego moved around them snapping pictures, oblivious to Buffy’s startling revelation.

“Ok, move in for the bite, just like last time,” ordered Diego.

Buffy focused her eyes on the bite mark, and opened her mouth, descending slowly as she had the last time. She paid little attention to the compliments that Diego was throwing her way as he snapped photos. Buffy’s mind was on one thing and one thing only: Spike’s neck. As the fake fangs made contact she felt him shudder beneath her. So she bit down a little harder.

“Now, my little creamsicle, slowly slide your hand down his chest,” continued Diego.

Oddly enough Buffy didn’t need to hear the directions anymore. Her hands had a mind of their own. The hand resting on his right side slid down his chest, her fingers playing with the safety pins as she felt every outline of his chest and abs. The fake fangs held strong in his neck and remained firm in her mouth while her tongue made its own exploration.

“Reach into his pocket, slowly! Take out the packet...” Diego’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Not exactly what she had wanted to do. The idea of tugging at his belt was a little more prevalent in her mind. She wanted to find out what all was in his pants other than condoms. She reached down towards his pocket and slipped her fingers in, drawing out another foil packet, and drew it back up the length of his chest.

He was going to cream his pants, right there in the photo studio, for all the world to see. Her little tongue was doing wonderful things to his neck, those little fangs causing sensations on Dru’s mark that was driving him nuts. And her smell. This was getting to her as much as it was getting to him if his nose was telling the truth. She’d never admit it though.

“Mia!” Diego shouted.

Spike felt Buffy start to loosen her bite on his neck. He was about to raise a hand and hold her there, he wasn’t ready for her to let go quite yet.

“Buffy! Stay where you are, Mia is just positioning the props.”

Buffy hummed an ‘Ok’ against his neck and he shuddered at the intense feeling. Mia stepped closer to the pair and took the condom packet out of Buffy’s hand and placed it on Spike’s leg, fastening it there with some sort of adhesive. As Mia stepped away Diego took a drink of water.

“Ya, I’m feeling a bit parched here too,” noted Spike, so only Buffy could hear him.

She bit down harder on his neck, painfully hard. She might have meant it in lieu of a smack to the head, but sadistic vampire that he was, he groaned in pleasure.

“Ok, back to work my little duckies!” said Diego reaching for the camera he had put down. “Buffy put your hand on his crotch!”

Buffy‘s head was up and looking at the photographer in an instant. “What?” she shouted.

“Put your hand on his crotch. I assure you he’s well padded. Spike’s the perfect gentleman I assure you. Spike!”

“Born and raised,” he purred, focusing on the little fangs in her mouth.

“See?” assured Diego. “Please resume the position.”

With a sigh, Buffy brought her hand down on Spike’s ’package’ as mechanically as she could, with a roll of her eyes, making sure that he saw her. She wanted to let him know that she didn’t enjoy this at all.

The truth was, she was enjoying this.

Buffy leaned down and brought her fangs back to the small indents of where she had bitten Spike, directly over Dru’s marks. Her hand moulded to the contours of his crotch and she was about to let herself get into this again when Diego interrupted again, barking that stupid girl making the goo goo eyes at Spike’s name.

Buffy reluctantly removed her hand from Spike and stood up from the tombstone. Mia had crouched down beside Spike and told him to open his mouth.

The Slayer giggled as she realised what was happening; Spike was getting fangs too!

She wanted to watch, to make sure Mia kept her grabby hands off of Spike’s body, but another assistant appeared out of nowhere and pushed her over to yet another tomb stone, this one looking like it had been built for something specific...virgin sacrifices maybe. It was thicker than normal grave markers.

“Like the new teeth?” Spike said as he approached, Mia following faithfully behind.

Buffy shook her head, trying to suppress a laugh. These new teeth weren’t him at all. They were far too long. “I like your own teeth better,” she admitted.

“Buffy! My little Goth peach! Bend over the stone!” shouted Diego.

The slayer breathed out deeply, reminding herself that she was getting paid for this. She bent over the stone, her ass in the air, her butt cheeks peeking out from under the short leather skirt.

“That’s it, perfect,” noted Diego, snapping pictures. “Now, prop your head up on your hand, good.”

Buffy was wondering where this was going for a moment, until Mia thrust something in her free hand. Yep, that damned foil packet again. Must hold the product.

She just wanted to shout out that Vampires didn’t need condoms!

Then Buffy felt Spike move up behind her.

“Oh you are a dream! Spike, my vanilla popsicle! Move around behind her, lean over her back! Yes, like that. Now, hand on her thigh.”

Spike hand ghosted over her fish net covered thigh. He wasn’t touching and oh god how she wished he would.

“Now, Spike! Move in for the kill!”

Baring his fake fangs Spike lowered his face towards her neck. With a delayed reaction, Buffy knew where he was going to strike: over Angel’s mark. And she wanted it. Her eyes closed of their own volition as she felt the fake fangs on her skin and another flood of moisture coated the black panties she was wearing.

Oh and the little growling noises he was making wasn’t helping either.

“Excellent! Next!” Diego shouted.

Spike was ripped away from her neck by the interfering Mia and the other, yet unnamed assistant pushed her towards the dressing room. On the hanger presented to her was the exact opposite of what she was wearing.

The soft pink silk nightgown matched the robe she had had on earlier. Never in a million years would she have ever worn this herself. The matching pink high heeled slippers with feathery toes felt silly.

Then she was attacked by makeup people, removing the Goth like makeup and making her all bubblegum fresh. She hadn’t worn colours like this since before she found out she was a slayer. When they were finished poking and prodding her face with makeup, painting her like she was fourteen again, they started on her hair. They combed it out and put it up in a French twist, curling tendrils around the contours of her face. The thing was, they had forgotten to take the fangs out of her mouth.

She was pushed to the next set. It looked normal enough. A doorway at a normal looking house. This would be the cliché-ed set. Buffy was escorted to the door just as the door opened revealing Mia and Spike on the other side, chatting. Buffy glared at Mia a moment completely missing the look of pure lust Spike was sending her.

“Ok!” Diego’s voice cut through the din. “Buffy on the inside, Spike on the outside. It’s not rocket science people!”

The assembled assistants looked sheepish as Spike and Buffy changed places.

“Spike lean against the doorframe, like you are begging to come, in,” Diego almost giggled. “Now, Buffy! Look at him like he’s the sex on legs he really is. More feeling Buffy.”

Buffy wanted to growl at Diego to shut the hell up. She was pretty sure she’d revealed a little too much feeling over the course of this photo shoot. She’d enjoyed sucking on Spike’s neck far too much.

Buffy let her guard down and looked back at Spike the way Diego wanted her to.

Directions came out of the crazy guy with the camera’s mouth, and before Buffy knew it Spike had stepped over the threshold of the fake house and had her pressed against the wall.

And it felt good. She was pressed up against him in all the most wonderful places, the hard outline of his cock (whether what Diego said was true about the padding or not) was jutting against her in a very nice way.

Spike’s fake fangs came towards her neck and she actually let out a very audible moan. His smirk was the last thing she saw before her eyes closed by themselves.

Her eyes opened again only at Diego’s next words.

“Take an hour for lunch darlings!”

‘K it was the middle of the night, but food was good right?
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tbc...

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