A pimpled teenaged boy in a ridiculous uniform walked them to their room, and Spike was pleased to see Buffy squeal with ecstasy at the sight of it. The best rooms in the place had been booked already (and Spike was a little grateful for that, because if they'd been available he wouldn't have been able to resist them, and they were absolutely over his budget) but the one he'd gotten was big enough with decent-sized bathtub, had a window that didn't get a lot of direct sunlight and a bigger bed than they were used to.
Buffy jumped him as soon as the boy left, shedding her winter coat on the floor, wrapping her legs on his waist and capturing his mouth in an aggressive kiss.
"This how you want it, then?" he asked her as soon as she released him to take off her sweater and top in one go. Spike held her firmly by the waist as her upper body arched away from him. "Hard and fast?"
"To start, yeah" she said with an enthusiastic smile, and pushed her forearms to highlight her cleavage. Buffy was wearing a bright red bra. "You like it? Bought it online for ten bucks. It's reaaaally cheap quality and not comfortable at all. Any ideas what to do with it?"
She bit her lower lip, her smile even wider as he grinned back at her and let his demon visage out. Spike walked forward until her back hit something solid, and when he pushed her up with his pelvis, he lowered his mouth to her breast.
His fangs scratched her slightly as he caught the lacy fabric on them, ripping it with his teeth to expose the nipple. Buffy squealed loudly and giggled amidst pleads of carefulness. As soon as he managed it with the help of his hand, he rolled a hard nipple between his fingers as he attacked the other cup, a wire digging into his cheek.
"Told you they were cheap" Buffy said, and Spike laughed before going for her neck. His fangs were still out, and she really did scream in surprise, her heart stopping for a millisecond before continuing its mad race, but by the time he playfully bit her neck skin his teeth were blunt and human.
"Did I scare you?" he asked with a deep voice in her ear, pressing the erection straining his jeans against the incredibly hot space between her legs.
"No" she scoffed. "I trust you."
Her hand sneaked determinedly between their bodies and maneuvered his belt buckle with expertise. Her fingers were unbuttoning and getting into his clothes seconds later.
"Did it get you a little excited, then?" he teased in her other ear, licking softly just under the joint of her jaw, making her moan.
"Shuddup" Buffy's cheeks had gone a little redder than her usual pre shag flushes, and he laughed but dropped it, distracted as he was by the promising movements of her hand.
Somehow they managed to make his pants drop to the floor, and he pushed her jeans down, too. The red lacy thong underneath was ripped in half gleefully, and Spike let the shreds hang from her thighs as he drove his cock inside her, all the way in in one go.
She moaned, and the world slowed down for a few seconds. They kissed slow as he rocked softly in and out of her a couple of times, before he picked up speed, fucking her hard and fast like she'd asked for.
Buffy's body pressed hard against the cool glass it was resting against and Spike tried to measure his strength when he realized that breaking it was a possibility. She didn't seem to have even realized that they were doing it against the window or maybe she didn't care. The expression on her face suggested that she wasn't aware of much besides their coupling.
The room's phone rang a couple of times, but they ignored it. Buffy drowned its sound with her moans and Spike whispered nasty things in her ear to distract her from it. He kissed and licked and bit everywhere he could reach, and she made him nearly scream when her talented tongue and teeth tugged at his earlobe. Buffy even rubbed between his asscheeks with her heel, giving him an extra thrill every time he pulled out a little.
He was getting her close to her second orgasm when he started hearing some sort of knocking. It went on and on, relentless, but so did he, encouraged by the urgent whimpers and desperation Buffy was showing, her legs squeezing his waist almost impossibly hard and her hand tugging at his hair.
"Ms. Summers?" said a voice through the door. "Mr. Spike? So sorry to bother you..."
"what's... what's...?" Buffy struggled to ask through her pleasure.
"Nothing, love, don't pay attention to it" he said, not even slowing down his hips.
"Really, I'm so so sorry to bother you, but we've had several complaints from passersby..."
"What...?" Buffy ask, a frown clouding her beautiful cumming face.
"FUCK OFF" Spike growled, turning his face towards the room's door.
"Sorry!" came a pitiful squeak from the other side. "I w-wouldn't have bothered you but the manager said I had to fix this because there were complaints from people in the street because this is only a second floor and they can see everything..."
"Oh my god!" Buffy explained, realizing she had her back against glass for the first time.
Or maybe pretending she'd only just realized, the closeted perv.
"Oh my god, Spike!" she said again, hitting him softly in the shoulder to get him to move.
"Did you come or are you just...?"
"It's a window and it's three in the afternoon!" she said, letting her legs fall to the floor and wobbling comically, almost falling.
"You did come" he observed with a grin, watching her grip the edge of the bed and collapse on it.
The knocking started again.
"Ms. Summers...?"
Spike crossed the room as quick as the jeans around his ankles allowed him to, and his fangs were out by the time he opened the door.
The boy looked absolutely terrified, which gave him a thrill he hadn't felt in a long time.
"We are off the sodding window, and if you interrupt us again, I'll drain you dry" he menaced. The boy nodded, face white as a sheet of paper. Spike slammed the door on it.
He turned around to find Buffy giggling madly, her body rolling on top of the bed while she got rid of her destroyed underwear.
"You just flashed the poor kid" she said, pointing at his naked erection with her eyes.
"I think he was too busy looking at my fangs" he said, climbing into bed and on top of her.
They went on as if there hadn't been any interruptions. She fought him for the top and he fought right back like they hadn't been able to do in ages- too afraid of the noises, too mindful of recent injuries, too preoccupied that the neighbors would complain. The headboard crashed repeatedly and loudly against the wall, and the whole bed rocked and rocked and complained to the point when Spike started wondering what was the hotel policy on broken furniture.
"Yes, yes, yes, honey, YES!" Buffy rode on and on, the bang-bang-bang of the headboard a testament to her strength, and they both screamed their climaxes, old frustrations purged from their souls.
"Go on, sweetheart, don't stop" he pleaded, and Buffy smiled as she shakily reared for another round, a silly, satisfied smile on her face, perspiration giving her skin a golden shine reflected off the ceiling lights.
They'd barely started to make some noise again when there was another round of loud banging on the door.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Buffy exclaimed.
"WOULD YOU CUT IT OUT YOU TWO!" came the voice of a middle-aged man through the door. "MY KIDS ARE IN THE NEXT ROOM!"
"FUCK OFF!" Spike screamed right back.
"Pillow pillow pillow" Buffy said, and Spike liberated one of the pillows behind his head so she could put it between the headboard and the wall.
"THIS IS A FAMILY HOTEL!"
"So sorry, we'll be quieter!" Buffy yelled back with a conciliatory voice.
"I SHOULD HOPE SO!" said the voice.
Spike barely heard him walk away a few paces when Buffy's fourth orgasm came as a sudden surprise, her eyes opening up in perfect circles like her mouth, her inner muscles squeezing him so hard he had choice but to follow her.
Even they had to admit that their screams of pleasure were a tiny bit over the top.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" said the man's voice, back at their door seconds later.
Spike groaned, but Buffy lifted her body from his torso and laughed when their eyes met.
"Did you yell louder to make him angrier?" Buffy asked him in a whisper.
"IT'S NOT DECENT! I CAN'T HAVE MY KIDS LISTENING TO THIS!"
"No" Spike said, rolling on the bed to help Buffy fall to the side. "Did you?"
"No" she admitted with an embarrassed giggle.
Spike watched her get comfortable on the bed, stretching her legs and smiling her afterglow, her glorious body wet and warm and sticky and so bloody lickable.
"I'M GONNA CALL RECEPTION!"
"I'm gonna call reception first" Buffy decided, looking around to find the room's phone.
He rolled away from her with a mournful groan and walked to the door, opening it to find a middle-aged man, as he'd assumed, with a very red face and an expression of fury. Spike let his fangs out, and the man's expression changed instantly.
"We said we'd try to keep it down" he said in a low tone, because that was always scarier than yelling. "Our trying's not enough for you, you take your bloody kids down to the bloody pool."
The man looked like he wanted to say something, so Spike went on.
"You knock on this door again, you scream at us one more time..." he paused for effect, "and I'll make sure everything really is bloody."
"Is that a threat?" said the imbecile, apparently finding a tiny bit of bravado for a last stand.
"I'm a vampire. We don't make threats. We make promises" Spike smiled through his fangs. "Happy New Year."
He turned around, completely satisfied, and closed the door quietly.
"Did you hear that?" he asked Buffy, who was at the phone. "That was brilliant!"
"Yes, sir, he's being very insulting" she was saying. "Well, I don't know what your policy is on this kind of harassment, but my boyfriend is with the SFPD, it would be no trouble for him to..."
Buffy smiled at him when she saw him puff out his chest.
"I see" she went on. "Well, I hope so. Happy New Year to you, too."
Buffy ended the call, and he jumped in bed with her.
"Did you hear what I told him? It was brilliant" he insisted, and told her the whole story before she could even finish shaking her head. Buffy heard it with an indulgent smile and when he was done she patted his thigh.
"That was so funny, sweetie" she said, and Spike pouted at her clearly unimpressed reaction. "But would you get my dress out of my bag and hang it? I don't want it to get wrinkly."
While Buffy lounged on the bed, Spike not only hanged her dress, but also their coats, picked up their clothes from the floor and put away their luggage. He also took his blood out of the cooler and put it on the minifridge.
"So... what else you got planned?" Buffy asked, stretching her body with a naughty smile. "You said something about surprises..."
They spent part of their afternoon watching a classy erotic film (thank God for the French), touching each other and making each other come quietly during the good parts. Buffy seemed happy with his choice, and promised to thank him properly once it was finished.
"Thank Andrew" Spike said, as the credits rolled on the screen. "He's the one who let me borrow the portable dvd player."
Buffy rolled on the bed and sucked on a spot on his hipbone.
"I reaaally doubt Andrew would appreciate the kind of thanks I have in mind for you..."
She kissed a path down the top of his thigh, sucking in the skin through her teeth. Spike watched her get closer and closer to his cock, then go right past it to kiss his other leg.
"You call this thanks?" he said, breathlessly. "I call it torture."
Buffy rolled her eyes and smiled before giving in and taking the tip into her hot little mouth.
It was the best blowjob she'd given him in weeks and weeks, with loads of torturous teasing and naughty little licks combined with powerful sucking and humming and her taking him as deep as he could go. Her fingers and tongue wandered into all sorts of places and they made him gasp and moan and scream, his pleasure as intense as it ever got.
He sank his fingers in her beautiful hair and guided her head for the last few thrusts into her mouth. She allowed it, while her fingers, still inside him, thrusted in and out. It didn't take him long to come inside her mouth, a little spilling out and down his shaft.
"You're amazing" he told her, and she smiled smugly after swallowing. "D'you want something to drink?"
"Sure" she said, as he shakily got out of bed and went to the minifridge. He popped the little champagne bottle and Buffy squealed in surprise.
"Do you know how much they're charging for that?" she asked. "It's probably way overpriced!"
"They don't check to see if you've taken anything" he waved her off, serving her a couple fingers of pale golden sparkly liquid in a whisky glass. They should really provide flutes if they're gonna provide champagne at all.
Spike turned around to see Buffy lying in a mess of sheets, her knees crossed but her sweet little breasts exposed, a hand supporting her head, her gaze fixed on him. He swaggered back to bed, taking a swing of the bottle and handing her the glass.
He gently uncrossed her legs, and pushed them open while settling in the space between them. Her netherlips glistened with wetness, looking gloriously appetizing. He opened them with two fingers, exposing the red, moist flesh inside.
Buffy downed her champagne quickly and left the empty glass in one of the night tables, watching him with intense anticipation. Spike tilted the champagne bottle slightly, and let a few drops fall directly on her clit.
She gasped and yelled out "cold!", but his tongue was there immediately to stop the liquid to escape and soak the sheets.
"Oh" Buffy said next. "Bubbles."
Spike smiled naughtily back.
"Bubbles" he agreed, wriggling his eyebrows, and let a little more champagne fall on her.
He drank the whole bottle that way, lapping up every single drop of it, his tongue meticulously running through every fold, his lips sucking every little bit of flesh. She gasped and moaned and screamed, her body shaking and shuddering, writhing on the bed. She pressed his head between her thighs at times, grasped his hair and pulled hard just the way he liked. Her pleasure seemed so intense he couldn't keep count of her orgasms.
"That was new" Buffy smiled when the bottle was finally empty. "Bubbles are fun."
Spike chuckled softly.
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, pet."
He fucked her with his fingers next, his lips sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue. Once his fingers were properly soaked, he took them down to massage her little hole.
"D'you wanna bring out the toys, love?" he asked after a while, and Buffy nodded eagerly. Spike got up from the bed to get to the toy chest he'd packed in its entirety. He didn't have to rummage through it too much; he knew exactly what he wanted.
He returned to bed with the big orange vibrator and the bottle of anal lube.
"That was awesome" Buffy declared when Spike fell down to her side, exhausted.
"Yes, it was" he agreed, and lifted the vibrator, still in his grasp, still running on max. He turned it off and left it on the sheets beside him. "This thing is the best thing we could've ever bought."
"It gets the job done" she managed to lift an arm to embrace his waist and cuddled up, but the rest of her body stayed in the exact position he'd just left it; face down with her knees under her torso, her cute little arse up in the air.
"You okay?" he asked her. She smiled.
"I'm perfect" her words slurred a little. "Don't think I can move for a while."
Spike sat up to gently pull her legs from under her until they were completely stretched. He then laid down again, next to her, putting his arms around her. Buffy burrowed happily against him.
"Thank you" she said, and closed her eyes.
They drifted in and out of a light sleep, getting their legs tangled and untangled, rolling on the bed continuously, play fighting over who got to lay on the wet patch, kissing and touching and caressing, furious whispers and giggles followed by long comfortable silences.
It seemed to take Buffy a while to give up on their attempt to get a little sleep, and she spent an entire minute watching him keep trying with her head propped up on her hand.
"What?" he gave up, too.
"Tell me something you want" she said with a soft voice and a determined look.
He blinked at her.
"Something like what?" he asked, because he would really like it if she brought him the blood he'd been too lazy to get up from the bed to get for himself, but he would also really like another blowjob.
"Something you want me to do to you" she said, her lips falling to his chest and capturing a nipple. She sucked on it for a second before lifting her head back up. "Something you want to do to me. Maybe something you haven't asked for before, or something we don't do often."
Spike's mind was suddenly full of possibilities.
"There isn't much in those categories" he said, carefully. Buffy shrugged.
"Or anything. If it's something we do every day, it's something we do every day. It just has to be something you want."
He studied her expression carefully. Spike had a feeling that she was hinting at something specific, but he wasn't /sure/, and a truly open request seemed to be too much to handle.
He was about to voice the request he really really hoped was what she was hinting at, when the phone rang.
"Oh!" Buffy exclaimed excitedly, and turned around to pick up the receiver. "Hello? ... Thank you very much!"
"What is it?" he asked as she put it down.
"It's our wake up call. Remember I asked for it when we were checking in?"
His mouth dropped open in surprise and cruel, cruel disappointment.
"It's time to get ready for the dinner" Buffy reminded him, getting out of bed and going to the wardrobe to retrieve her bag.
"But-but-but you just said...! Ask for anything" Spike looked at her with the biggest sad and pouty look he had. "You're gonna leave me like that?"
"Honey, you know I'm gonna need at least forty minutes just for my hair" she said, completely oblivious to his plight. "I mean, look at it, it's a mess!"
It was, indeed, a rat's nest, but that was beside the point.
"And you seemed to be having a little trouble making up your mind" she went on, taking out her fancy heels off the bag and putting them on the carpeted floor. "Now you have all dinner to think about it."
Spike just stared at her, mouth open, heart broken.
"We'll do it next year!" she quipped, and locked herself in the bathroom like a breeze.
Thank you for reading. Next part coming soon.