"Mmm…Daddy…,"a sleepy Buffy muttered against Spike's neck, their laps covered by the airline's blanket which concealed the hand snaking up her skirt.
"Wakey, wakey, kitten," Spike cooed softly, his fingers trailing up Buffy's soft thigh, unable to wait for the warm, wet haven between her legs. "Ooh, that's my good girl," Spike drawled with a seductive smile, stroking the bare nether-lips under the white sundress. He was pleased to find a complete lack of impediments as his fingers delved between slick folds. If Spike had his way about it, Buffy could forget her panties for the entire week.
Buffy chuckled mischievously as she curled even closer into Spike's side, allowing his stroking fingers the chance to dip into her heated channel. Buffy nipped her step-father's earlobe as she surreptitiously rolled her hips and tried to force his fingers deeper into her channel. Spike just chuckled as he kept his thrusts a little too shallow for Buffy's satisfaction.
"Does my kitten need a little cream?" Spike coaxed, letting his finger slip a little further in as the fingers of his other hand grazed against Buffy's left nipple, a satisfied smile crossing his face as it hardened under his touch. "Soooo hungry, Daddy."
The middle-aged couple across the aisle prematurely donning their tropical prints looked away hastily, the wife fanning herself with the emergency instruction card when Buffy caught her eye and grinned.
A little too loudly Buffy instructed, unbuckling her belt and standing, the beige blanket falling away to the floor. "Honey, can you come help? I think my bra strap just broke," although it was obvious to anyone that Buffy had left her bra at home along with her underpants.
"Of course, sweetheart," Spike rose, his response equally staged and obvious.
Spike hustled Buffy into the lavatory; the sound of Spike's dropping zipper was music to her ears. Buffy clutched the vanity, her eyes closing but only briefly as Spike thrust deeply into her from behind. "Oh, yes!" Buffy cried out as she was filled so suddenly. Her eyes flew open and met her fiancé's in the mirror.
"It's the right one, sweetheart," Buffy called loudly to cover her tracks.
"Gotta' untangle the straps, pet," Spike waggled his eyebrows as he met Buffy's mirrored gaze before whispering, "Don't think we're the first on this plane to join the mile high club." Spike continued pumping into her tight sheathe even as he joked.
"I know, but I'd feel much better if everyone in first class wasn't staring when we went back out there," Buffy panted as Spike reached round to slip through swollen lips to toy with her eager clit.
"Can't get the strap through this tiny hook," Spike chimed in support of Buffy's concern. Spike feverishly yanked down one strap before gathering the hem of her dress to expose the bare mound whose furrow his fingers were currently exploring. His right hand tugged at the newly exposed nipple.
"God, but you're beautiful, kitten," Spike declared as he watched, transfixed at the sight of his fingers tugging at Buffy's taut nipple and buried between puffy lips as his cock drove into Buffy from behind.
"Thank you, Daddy," Buffy whispered, giving a playful bite to his ear. "It's still twisted, honey," Buffy shouted, once again trying to quell any first-class suspicions.
Spike gave a firm twist to her bare nipple in response. "How's that, sweetheart?"
Buffy gasped at the shock of pleasure at the slight pain. "Very good," she whispered, Spike's hips bucking hard against her backside.
"Darling, the other strap needs a little twist as well," Spike called out, his mischievous smile shining back in the mirror. With that, he gave her clit a firm twist, sending Buffy into spasms of release. Spike had to remove the hand toying with her breast in order to muffle her pleasurable groans.
"Almost there…," Spike called out, his true meaning rather thinly veiled. Finally, Buffy's pulsing sheathe became too much, and Spike flooded her channel with milky ropes of come.
"Mmm…love you, baby…"
"Love you too, Daddy," Buffy grinned as she gave him a long, deep kiss before proceeding to clean each other up before joining the rest of first-class.
As Buffy opened the tiny door, she was met on the opposite side with the flight attendant, preparing to knock.
"Oops, sorry, I had a little wardrobe malfunction I needed my fiancé to help with," Buffy fibbed, her face a deep rosy hue.
"Yes, well, we tend to see a lot of those," the redhead replied with a droll smile. "We'll be landing in about forty-five minutes. Can I bring you two some more champagne?"
"Certainly," Spike replied, "We have a lot to celebrate."
