Author Note: This particular "Missing Scene" comes from the Season Four Episode 'Something Blue' (obviously). We're at the bit where the spell's been done, and Spike and Buffy are trying to help Giles with his blindness. The Slayer needs to get ingredients from the Magic Box, but her vampire has ideas for some fun and games before she sets off.

Just a bit o' good old smut, to kick off the series :)

Something Really Blue

"See? This is how it's gonna be. Spike will even take care of you while I'm at the Magic Shop," said Buffy, trying to comfort her ex-watcher, before standing up to return to her fiancé's arms. "From now on we're a family," she declared before locking lips with him once more.

Kissing Spike was fun, she thought, mentally kicking herself for not realizing before. Simultaneously his hands and her mind wandered.

'Wonder what else might be fun to do,' she mused as he grasped at her needily.

Hearing Giles fumble his way into the kitchen in search of more Scotch, Spike took his opportunity to whisk his slayer upstairs without the older man noticing. On the way past he eyed his now discarded ropes, lying on the floor, and got a wicked idea for how to spend the evening when she returned.

'For now, though, we'll just have a little taste,' he thought, silently taking the stairs two at a time, holding Buffy against his chest; her arms locked around his neck and her hot breath against the cool skin of his cheek. 'Can't wait to really feel her heat on me.'

Having not been upstairs before, it took Spike a moment or two to find the spare bedroom; though, he was distracted by Buffy nibbling on his earlobe.

He roughly pushed her down on the bed and Buffy let out an involuntary yelp before clasping a hand over her mouth.

Spike grinned, "No need to keep it down, luv. Not like he can easily come searching for us."

Buffy gave him a playful shove, "Really don't want him to hear us. How awkward would that be?" but her vampire wasn't listening. All his efforts focused on undoing both their belts. Buffy moaned slightly in anticipation. "Should we be doing this?"

"No," he answered, honestly. "Wanna stop?"

She shook her head and answered, "Definitely not," before pulling him down on top of her for a heated kiss.

Spike had released his cock from his pants, and she could feel it straining against her. She'd never been so wet, and the aroma was driving him mad.

He pulled back a little and commanded her, "Take off your top. Bra too," while he finished undressing her lower half. Obeying, she lay flat on her back as he moved down her body, positioning his head above her soaked underwear and looking up at the view of her bare breasts. "Oh yeah," he said, taking a deep breath, "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Again she moaned just thinking about it.

He snapped off her panties and buried his face in her quim, making her buck against him.

Spike smiled into her skin before parting his lips and sliding his wickedly masterful tongue inside her and out again, getting a shudder in response. Twirling it around her clit a half dozen times he went back to her opening and slid in again as she spasmed around him and dug her fingers into his hair.

"That, was… amazing," she panted. "I've never, felt so much release."

Again he grinned at her and admired the view of her peaks from his low vantage point, as she took a moment to get her breath back. When she did Buffy pulled him up her body and pushed him over so she'd be on top. "You're turn now."

Spike was awestruck, having never expected her to be so forward.

When she grasped him in her hot little hand his eyes automatically closed to try and savor the sensation. "You're gonna be the bloody end of me," he said, which spurred her on to pump him faster. Harder.

Before he knew it he felt her lips gently glide over the head of his cock and his eyes flew open again.

"Minx!" he half shouted, before he yanked hard on her free arm and pulled her to his chest.

Buffy's brow furrowed in confusion, "You don't want me to…?" she began to ask, but he put two fingers to her lips, halting the question, and told her to lick them, which she did.

Upon removing his moist digits from her mouth he trailed them down to her clit and began circling around it until she lost all desire to question him.

"I wanna do this," he said, "While you do that."

"Oh!" Suddenly she remembered her task and began pumping again.

"Together, okay?" he said.

"Yes," she agreed "Together."

Minutes later they both fell over the edge into orgasm and Buffy found herself biting down on Spike's neck to hold back her scream of pleasure.

"Bloody hell," he exclaimed, as she retracted her teeth from his skin and mumbled, "You're the wind beneath my wings," into his shoulder.

He pushed her back a bit, so he could look in her eyes, "What was that, luv?"

"I said…uh," her mind stumbled, realizing what she'd admitted out loud, "Wind Beneath my Wings. Y'know, the song? I think it'd be great for the wedding."

"Oh," he said, eyeing her suspiciously for a moment, before nodding his head and saying "Well, I have always liked that one," kissing her forehead and lying back down on the bed with a 'plop'; completely sated.

Hearing movement somewhere above him Giles called out, "Buffy? Have you left yet?" unsure to exactly which direction he should be addressing the question.

"Oh, uh…" she mumbled, while wiping her mouth. "Yeah. On my way"

"Anytime today," he groused.

Buffy pouted and whispered to Spike, "I really should go. To be continued?" before leaving a chaste kiss on his lips and pulling away for the final time to quickly pull her clothes back into place.

He growled, a little, at the sight of her leaving and the thought of how they could progress later. The noise made her look back over her shoulder and give him a wink, and that gesture had him pawing at his groin again, as she shut the door.

"Magic Box here I come," she said to herself, on the other side, unable to stop smiling.

Later, when the spell had worn off and everyone was heading out, the Slayer confronted Spike about his 'Wind beneath my wings' reference.

His self preservation instincts told him that mocking her for the comment was cutting close to the line, but at the time he couldn't help himself. Buffy made it clear that any other wise cracks that might alert her friends or watcher to what happened would result in him being staked - whether he was defenseless against her or not.

"Ye m'am," he said.

"Good," she spat, before turning away from him, taking the ring he'd given her from off her finger and gently putting it in her pocket, for safe keeping.

Unbeknownst to her, Spike had a keepsake of his own, in the form of her torn underwear.