Dipped a little into Angel, don't be too warded by it, just really like Doyle. Sob. Oh, and this that lime zest lesbian escapades.
Days turned into weeks as Buffy continued her stay. She had managed to convince her job to get her a transfer to a closer gym, and they also allotted her some well deserved rest. The days had been filled with movies, soap operas, and lots of longwinded conversations with lawyers. Buffy attempted to talk to Drusilla when she could find her, but the woman seemed hopelessly wrapped up in her own problems and life.
The door clicked with the unlock as Spike and Buffy returned to the house. Silence strung comfortably through the room as they unwound in the sitting room. Spike instantly pulled out his phone and started diddling around on it. Buffy cleared her throat, catching his attention.
"Yes?"
"I have an idea."
"Am I going to like said 'idea'?"
"That depends, do you miss our high school friends?"
"The scoobs? A bit, though I can't say they miss me all that much. I was sort of a jerk through school and beyond," he yawned and reclined in the chair, "what's this mention all about pet?"
"Lets have a slumber party, like we use too. I have been talking to them online for the past 3 weeks. Everyone is up for it."
His brow rose, "I dunno about this, but I suppose thats a good idea. When?"
A mischevious smile crept on to her lips, "tonight, I already set it up. It's to celebrate my recovery!" She winked at him, getting up from the couch and started for the hallway.
Spike shot up from the chair, and chased after her. She picked up speed running to her room and locking it. He turned into his own room and burst through the door shared between their rooms. She squeaked diving to the plush bed for cover, and he followed after causing another squeak as he squeezed and tickled her. She pleaded mercy as she grew breathless in his embrace. After being thoroughly pleased with her flushed face he relented his barrage, finding her vibrant hazel eyes penetrating his.
He licked his lips as his gaze drew lower to her lips. They were lush and pink and full of life. The life that they so lacked previously while shackled to the man she should have never called husband. A smile played her lips, and Spike's heart sped up as desire started to stir. He gasped as she quickly kissed him and then escaped his grasp.
"So I was thinking that we should consider finding the trundle beds, because I doubt you men will want to share a kingsize bed." She caught a glance of Spike in the corner her eye, almost too afraid to look at him completely.
He smiled broadly, unable to conceal his enjoyment from the momentary meeting of their lips, "and I suppose it's time to unlock the ol' liquor cabinet."
"Not uh, remember? Buffy and liquor are unmixy!" She whimpered, her lip in full pout, and Spike felt displeased knowing he really should hold back.
"Now luv, you don't have to drink," he sat up completely, "so when are the guests arriving? Who should I be expecting?"
"Well, Willow and Xander, as well as Cordy, and I told her to bring someone if need be. I think she said that she was bringing Doyle." Buffy shrugged as she started browsing her phone for texts, "I never had class with, but I know Angel did. Met him a few times, did you?"
"Yeah, he's a cool bloke."
"Good, cause I couldn't remember him." Buffy laid back down on the bed within reach of Spike, but not so close that he could easily steal a kiss from her. Which was easily the top most item on his list of things to think about doing...again. "They'll be here in 3 hours, do you wanna order-in, make dinner, watch a movie...?"
"Movie, definitely. With Chinese food."
"No burgers and fries?" She stretched on her back, "tomorrow night we have to go out." Unknowingly her breast jutted out enough to cause Spike to inwardly growl. It took almost everything he had to not give in the temptation that was Buffy Summer's body.
"Anything you want pet," he spoke low as lust started to rule his mind. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply trying to break himself from the trance. Realizing he could no longer trust himself he stood up from the bed, "I am going to shower and get ready, I suppose the dress code is casual and comfortable?"
"As long as its not too comfortable, ha ha" she smiled and waved to him. "I'll get ready too."
#&%*
After an intense struggle with the trundle beds and a desperate search for linens, the mood lightened after the arrival of their friends. Hugs and kisses were shared as everyone reunited for the first in what seemed like years. Everyone seemed really happy to see each other, but there also layed a certain tenseness. A movie had been planned, but in the end, their conversations went into overdrive.
"So Willow," Xander started, "I heard you had some 'experiences' at your college," he waggled his brow at the prospect only causing her laugh.
"Well if you most know, I had a long time girlfriend. After some complications in our relationship though it ended. She was really sweet though. I miss her a lot." Willow sighed deeply, looked a little forlorn as she remembered Tara.
"Are you still walking down that path?" Doyle asked in curiosity with his thick irish accent, "and if you are, can I watch?" He took a swig of liquor.
Cordelia's elbow promptly met Doyle's ribcage.
"Well...I think I don't mind either way."
"What of you Xander, weren't suppose to be marrying Anya?" Cordelia enquired nosily, "word is you felt her waiting at the alter."
Xander promptly made the motion to loosen his tight collar.
"Hey, he doesn't want to discuss how much of a coward he is..." Spike chuckled.
"At least I didn't marry for unhappiness. And I resent that!"
"And I resent that!"
"Boys, boys, settle down," Buffy held onto Spike's arm, and he calmed down.
"It's alright, you're welcomed into the singles club," Doyle joked "am I right?"
"So has anyone have interesting experiences lately?" Cordelia asked, trying to keep the conversation going. "After high school I left to L.A. to become an actress."
"And how is that going?" Buffy leaned forward to listen.
"Not well quite frankly."
"Oh come not, me 'n you got a nice job at that firm together." Doyle nudged her, and gentle smile spread on her lips.
"I work construction and live on my own at a nice place," Xander gloated.
"I still live on campus," Willow chimed in.
The conversation grew a little stale, and a few people yawned, "I suppose it's time to wind down a bit, there is still more private gossip to inquire on." Buffy noted, and the other women giggled. The men simply didn't understand, and how could they?
They dispersed, and the three women clamored into bed together, Cordelia immediately asked, "we aren't having photo time are we? I don't even have a boyfriend, and that only depresses me further."
"I don't exactly have anyone to send them too," Willow spoke up.
"Girls, tonight is all about being a tease," Buffy rose her brow, "give the boys a shock. It's not like they'll be expecting it." Cordelia opened her mouth to protest, but Buffy cut her off, "and Cordy, we aren't blind. Doyle is quite infatuated with you."
"Well then Buff, what do we have to work with?"
"Oh, you know, only Drusilla's entire reject wardrobe," Buffy stated, opening the door to the over sized closet, filled to the teeth with all sorts of unbelievable clothing. "Apparently she had no taste for any of the things that Spike has ever purchased for her, and on top her uncontrollable spending..."
"Oh my God. Is that Vera Wang?" Cordy immediately started cooing over the many tagged and unworn articles of clothing. "Did you already think of a theme?"
"There wasn't anything that stood out particularly to me."
Willow joined Cordelia in the browsing, and in no time grabbed two lingerie sets, "what about naughty and nice?" In one hand was cherry red complete set from garter belts to three panty choices and in the other hand was a pristine white set that tooked as though it belonged to a virgin on her wedding night.
"Buffy should take the white, and I'll take the red. Willow, you should wear a black or blue set, we'll keep looking."
"Those boys are going to have heart attacks."
"Xander, you gotta tell me man, what's the key to Cordelia's heart?" Doyle pleaded to the man.
"Designer wear and lots of arguments that end hot and sweaty make-out sessions. The real question is has Willow always been that goddamn irresistable?"
Doyle sat and thought over his words, taking them into careful consideration. Spike reclined out on the bed, "you poor chums."
"Same to you bub" Xander chuckled, "we all noticed the goo-goo eyes you have for the Buffster."
"Yeah, well, so what."
"So are you going to make your move? I mean aren't you both getting divorces? You guys lead some pretty unhappy marriages, maybe you guys could finally make-up for lost time."
"I can't read her though man. She plays with my head. One moment I think she's interested, the next everythings platonic!" Spike frustratedly drove his fingers through his hair, pulling out a cigerette. He did not smoke anymore, but having one on him comforted him in a strange fashion. Spike felt his pocket buzz, but he ignored it, shrugging it off as a notification.
Doyle's phone went off as well, and he checked it, suddenly silent.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's all good. Just fucking fantastic. You gotta see this." He held out his phone, both of the other men coming to look. They were at a loss of words. Sitting in the photo was the tangled embrace of Cordelia and Willow. Both were kneeling towards each other with their breasts pressed together, the contrast of the red and pale blue apparent. They both faced the camera cheek to cheek with their hands held together.
"Hey man, show us the next one!" Xander complained.
Doyle flipped to next one, and stood still. Xander seized the phone and gaped as well. Spike assumed it was just Cordelia, but the unlit cigerette dropped from his lips as he saw Cordelia straddling the hips of the Buffy she looked at the camera upside-down with her head off the bed.
Spike immediately fished his phone out of his pocket to check that buzz from earlier. His heart raced waiting for the images to load. The first one casted Buffy with her legs slightly spread and her knees bent as she sat up with one finger to her lips. The second image was of Buffy heatedly kissing Willow, her tongue sliding across the red head's bottom lips and Willow's fingers tangled into Buffy's hair. The last was one clearly self taken by her based on the angle. While one hand took the picture, the other was occupied underneath the fabric of her panties as she gazed at the camera lustly. There was message at the very end.
To my master, from your pet.
Simultaneously each of their phones went off again.
"Blimey these women are teases!" Exclaimed Doyle.
Each of them had recieved another two images. The first was all three girls in a line on their knees, their hands squeezing their bare breasts. The second was all three of them again, but this time each stacked on top of each other. Willow lay on the bottom, each of her boobs in Buffy's hands as Cordelia lay on top with her breast pressed against Buffy's back.
"I think I need to uh..." Doyle's word fell on deaf ears as Xander was no where to be found and Spike was too wrapped up to even pay mind to it.
Giggles erupted wildly as the girls laid around still undressed. They were traipsed across the bed in various fashions, all very amused with their wild success of a photo shoot.
"God this was fun! I haven't felt so naughty in ages!" Cordelia giggled more, "we were much more mild back in high school."
"I know, I would have never imagined doing that. I can't even imagine their faces as they got those pictures. They must have lost it." Willow breathlessly spoke, idly drawing figures on someone's legs.
"Do you think we should send them a video?" Buffy asked shyly, evoking a look from the other two.
"Nah." The others replied simultaneously.
"But it doesn't mean we couldn't spend a little time on each other," Willow suggested slyly.
"Get me some tequila and lime, and I'll do anything you say." Cordelia sat up, crawled across the bed to Willow, "mm, nevermind, I don't need it." She surprised the red-head by licking and kissing her stomach towards her exposed breasts.
"Cor-Cordelia!" Willow blushed madly at the girl's forward behavior, "Oh! Oh...!" She moaned as Cordelia intook one of her nipples.
"Guys, can I?" Buffy whispered, curious about the interaction, Willow guided her hand close to her core, and Buffy followed her lead slipping her hand beneath the fabric of the panties and innocently tracing her finger tips lightly over the lips of Willow's entrance. Buffy elicited moans from Willow further, urged on from Cordelia's attenative tongue. Moans and whimpers filled the room from the women's interactions and could be heard from the room beside them if one listened enough.
The men had all split to deal with their own overwhleming issues caused by the women. Spike closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the wall after having finished his business. The image that so stir him was burned into his memory, her cleavage almost pouring out of the cups of the bra and her delicate little hand dipped between her legs.
He was unsure he could contain himself properly around her ever again. Suddenly it felt like he could never drink enough water contain his thirst. He left the bathroom and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen. In the kitchen stood Buffy in an oversized t-shirt and pair of panties. She looked as though she was getting drinks for the other girls.
Spike inhaled deeply and entered the kitchen, surprising Buffy. Their eyes met and she smiled causing him to smile as well. She continued to pour as he walked behind, unconciously smelling her. Without thinking he placed his hands on to the counter on either side of her, effectively preventing her escape if she so dared.
"You smell of sex pet, what have you been up to?" He huskily spoke into her ear.
"We just needed to pass the time master," she spoke softly, whispering her name for him, "did you enjoy your gift?" She pressed her body into his, and swayed her hips gently.
"Pass the time? Don't make me jealous," growling, he used his left hand to sweep away the hair covering her neck and placed a single kiss at the junction. "My favorite is the one you took yourself, but luv if you would like, perhaps I can assist you in the future?" His lips brushing the cusp of her ear.
She turned to face him finally, gulping audibly.
"Bite off more than you chew, Buffy?"
"Never."
He crushed her in a tight embrace, kissing her with no mercy as he claimed what should have been completely his so many years ago. Her nails raked his slicked hair as his own simply held her closer. Buffy wrapped her thighs around his hips as the kiss prolonged close not feeling close enough. They broke the kiss panting.
"Buffy, where's our drinks?"
The two gently laughed, releasing each other. She finished her task, and then started down the hall while imparting one last smile at Spike.
"God, what have been doing all this time?"