Day 3


Buffy woke to the strong scent of jasmine. Her skin was sticky from massage oil and lovemaking. The rose petals that had been scattered all across her bed were now sticking to her skin. She smiled, perfectly content in the small mess because of the strong arm draped across her.

She moved carefully, gently lifting the arm just enough to slip out from underneath it. She let it rest back on the bed while she turned to face the man that had held her all night. He had a wonderfully peaceful and partially smug expression on his face, even in his sleep. For a moment his arm seemed to automatically search for her, but soon it stilled and he remained asleep.

There had never been a sight quite like a naked Spike in her bed. They hadn’t even bothered to cover themselves with the blanket the night before.

She watched him sleep for a moment. Her gaze then fell on the bottle of massage oil and the feather on the nightstand. She grinned wickedly as she also spotted the pieces of cloth that the vampire had used to tie her up.

Taking the cloth, Buffy grabbed hold of his wrists and moved his hands above his head. She tied his wrists and tied the other end of the cloth to part of the headboard. Once she had him bound her hands moved slowly down his body, over his muscled arms and shoulders, then down across his back. She heard him sigh in his sleep, but he showed no other signs of waking.

Buffy took the feather first, dragging it slowly across his back, making it dance along his skin, which jumped and twitched under the pleasantly ticklish contact. She moved it across his shoulders, then down his spine and across his buttocks. He jumped a bit, showing signs of stirring.

She put the feather away and took the massage oil next. She smiled as the scent of jasmine became stronger. She poured a bit onto her hands, then a small trail of it down the back of Spike’s neck and across his back. She felt him stirring further and straddled his back to keep him still. She moved her hands slowly down his arms. Her hands stopped at his shoulders and she rubbed the muscles firmly. She felt him stiffen under her touch as he dragged himself out of his deep sleep. She began to rub the back of his neck, her fingers slowly working their way up, and grinned when she felt his entire body relax at her touch.

She moved her hands slowly down his back, working all the muscles, feeling rather than hearing his moan as he enjoyed her touch. She moved off of him and kneeled beside him so she could work on his lower back. When she reached his buttocks she grinned wickedly and bent down, giving one muscled cheek a bite.

He let out a small yelp of surprise and Buffy giggled mischievously, giving the other buttock a firm bite. This time he only groaned in his approval. She moved lower, firmly massaging his thighs, then brushed her fingertips gently against the back of his knees before massaging his lower legs. She then worked carefully on his feet before moving up his body, and forcefully turning him over.

The cloth twisted across his wrists but Spike didn’t seem to mind. He was staring up at her with half lidded, lust filled eyes. She kissed him gently. He tried to deepen it, but she wouldn’t allow it. She trailed her kisses down across his jaw, then down his neck. She took the feather in her hand and moved it slowly back and forth under his chin, then up the side of his neck to one ear. He shivered, closing his eyes and surrendering, allowing her to do whatever she pleased.

Tracing the feather down his chest, she took the bottle of massage oil again. She moved the tip of the feather in delicate little circles all across his toned body. She began moving it downwards, across his stomach before using it to tease his already hardening member. He hissed and arched his hips toward the gentle touch, but she pulled the feather away.

“Such a tease…” Spike mumbled softly.

She grinned, but didn’t answer. Instead, she put the feather aside and poured a bit of the massage oil across his chest. Her hands spread the oil across his body, stroking hard muscle with a tender touch. Her hands moved slowly downwards, then brushed over his hips but didn’t come close to the aching manhood. She moved down his legs again, taking her time tending to them all over again.

Without warning she straddled his legs, keeping them pinned. She grinned wickedly up at him and his eyes widened a bit as he realized her intention. Her head dipped down, and he was lost in bliss.

Spike groaned deeply in pleasure as her warm mouth surrounded the head of his prick. As she began to take more and more of him into her mouth, he jerked and tugged hard at the cloth tying him to the bed. They both heard the sound of the cloth tearing.

Buffy used her hand on what she couldn’t take into her mouth. She wrapped her warm fingers around his cool shaft and pumped him hard while she suckled on the head. Spike dug his fingers into the bedding.

“Buffy….” a broad grin spread across his face. “You’re a Goddess…”

He clenched his jaw and stifled another groan as her tongue teased him, stroking him everywhere and licking up his precum.

She was driving him wild. His hard grip was pulling the sheets up and tearing them like he had the cloth that had bound his wrists. Buffy moaned in her arousal. The fact that she could render him helpless with her touching and teasing had always made her feel powerful in a way not even being the Slayer had managed.

One hand moved down to Buffy’s head. He moved his fingers through her hair and moaned in agonizing pleasure as her head bobbed up and down on his raging hard shaft. She grabbed and gently squeezed his sack, then removed her mouth before stroking him with just her hand. His hips thrust up to meet every stroke.

Spike reached up with one hand to grip the headboard, though he had to put effort into not breaking it. “God…” his body tensed, the only warning of his impending orgasm. “Buffy…” her name was little more than a breathless whisper.

Buffy took the head of his throbbing cock into her mouth and both of them groaned out loud when he shot his seed. She swallowed greedily.

Spike stared down at her with a look of amazement on his face. She couldn’t help but grin when she saw it. She crawled slowly up his body and kissed his chest, then his neck, as he rested his hands on her hips.

“Sleep well?” Buffy asked with an innocent look in her eyes.

“Very well,” Spike grinned at her smugly. “And I don’t think I’ve had THAT good of a wake up call…ever.”

Buffy rose to straddle him again, but her hands nearly slipped from all the oil. Spike quickly caught her by the shoulders and they both laughed.

“We’re a mess.” Buffy giggled.

“A pleasant mess, though.” Spike looked down at their bodies, sticky from massage oil and sex. “Shower?”

Buffy nodded. “Shower.”

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The warm water washed pleasantly over them, soothing them like another massage. Once the slippery oil was washed from their bodies, they were all over one another again. Their hands explored and fondled while their mouths and tongues battled for dominance.

Spike squeezed her buttocks before lifting her up. Buffy wrapped her legs around him and held onto his shoulders while he pressed her against the tile wall. She gasped from the cold of the tile, but instead of complaining, she pulled him closer. The hot water and her own body heat had warmed his skin.

His firm body felt wonderful against her soft one in all the right places. She could feel him hard and throbbing, pressed up against her thigh.

“Take me again, Spike…” She murmured in his ear, before nibbling on his earlobe. “Make love to me…”

It was all the encouragement he needed. She could feel a pleasant shudder go through his body, and Buffy briefly wondered if it was as much from her choice of words as from her teasing mouth.

Then all thought left her mind as she felt his hard shaft stretch her cunny around it. She gasped, holding onto him tightly, and digging her fingers into his back as he slid slowly into her until, he was buried completely in her warm flesh.

“Oh god…” Buffy moaned out loud.

Spike bit lightly at her neck with blunt teeth as he began thrusting into her. He muffled his own groan against her skin. One hand wandered her body, moving over one hip, gliding over her stomach and cupping one of her breasts. His fingers squeezed and fondled while he quickened his thrusts, drawing sharp breaths from the Slayer in his arms with each one.

He squeezed her nipple teasingly, then dipped down and took it into his mouth. Buffy moved her fingers through his wet hair and held his head to her breast. He soon switched to the other nipple, tracing it with quick flicks of his tongue, before taking that one into his mouth and suckling hard.

She ground her body against his, wrapping her legs even more tightly around him as he began to thrust harder, each stroke already bringing her close to climax. His hand had moved away from her breasts and back down her body. His fingertips brushed over her stomach again before they moved between their bodies.

Buffy gasped as his expert fingers found her clit and began rubbing it in slow circles while he growled into her skin. His other hand was supporting them against the wall while Buffy clung desperately to him, her nails digging hard into his back.

She threw her head back, nearly hitting the tile behind her as she screamed in her orgasm. “Yes! Spike!”

He followed her over the edge, his body stiffening, then shuddering. He groaned loudly, his jaw clenched and his head resting on her shoulder. Buffy rested her head on top of his, slowly stroking his back. Neither of them noticed when the water turned cold.

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Spike took his now heated mug of blood from the microwave as he pawed through the grocery bags that he had helped Buffy bring into the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve lost your imagination, luv.”

Buffy pouted at him over the refrigerator door after putting away the milk. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We’re in a completely deserted town, we can take whatever we want from anywhere, do whatever we want, and you come back with the bare essentials?”

Buffy closed the refrigerator door and gave him a slight shove, almost making him spill his blood. “Well, I didn’t want to stay long! I was tired, and there was a lot to carry…”

“Says the girl with more strength then a vampire…” Spike mumbled.

She grabbed a dishtowel and gave him a firm smack with it. Spike chuckled, then grabbed hold of the towel and used her grip on it to pull her closer. “Better watch it, Goldilocks.” He growled. “You might loose your reputation…as a shopper.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “And what would you suggest?”

Spike grinned wickedly. “We’re going shopping.”