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Adult Content contained in this chapter. --sexual references, adult scenes, course language... and sex in general.--
"Mom?" Buffy called, walking in through the door. Joyce rushed past her with a large suitcase, plonking it on the porch before hurrying back inside.
"Buffy, darling," Joyce panted, picking up her handbag and throwing some protein bars, cash and keys into it, "I'm... so sorry... but I have to go... that friend I told you about? She just had a... erm... relapse. I have to go see her."
Buffy frowned. "Um... sure. When... When are you getting back?"
"I'm not sure. I'll call you from the hospital... or my hotel... depends on where I go first..." Joyce picked up her wallet from the table by the stairs and walked over to Buffy, kissing her cheek. "Stay safe. Invite someone over tonight - I don't want you home alone at the moment... I'll tell you why if I have to."
"My grounding-"
"Will have to wait," Joyce decided quickly. "Trust me, Buffy."
Joyce gripped her in a short pulling back and gazing her warm brown eyes into Buffy's green. "Stay safe, sweetheart."
And then she was gone.
For a moment, Buffy stood, frowning. Then she brightened. Her mom had just given her permission to have Spike over. And she didn't even know it.
"Spike?" she hissed, peeking out into the front garden.
She heard a groan. Peering further outside she saw him. His head was bleeding, as was his nose, and he seemed to have a nasty gash on his eyebrow.
"Oh god! What did you do?" she gasped, running down the porch stairs to the garden, and helping him out of the bushes.
He moaned a little wiping some of the blood away from his nose. "Kind dove in the bushes when I saw your ma..." he looked down. "There's a wall at the back you gotta be real careful-like around..."
She giggled, helping him into the house and closing the door. "There goes all my romantic plans," she sighed, sitting him on the couch and inspecting his wounds.
"Romantic, you say, pet?" he asked curiously, watching her walk out of the room and return soon after with some tissues.
She smiled sheepishly. "It is kind of the reason you're here, isn't it?" She wiped at his nose with a tissue, wincing when he did.
"I'm not here for a quicky, if that's what you think, love. I'm here 'cause you wanted to... 'rev the engine'," he smirked. She blushed. He admired.
The rest of his face was cleaned off, a large pile of reddened tissues on the table. A nasty bump was forming on the left side of his face, to which she leaned in close, and pressed her lips softly. His eyes fluttered closed, his hands drifting to cup her cheeks.
She breathed out, her cool breath blowing gently against his temple.
"Buffy..." he sighed, his fingers tracing her cheekbones. Buffy shivered at the sound of his voice. Since when had it began to sound so sexy?
Her eyes snapped open, and she grinned evilly at him. His own opened slowly, raising an eyebrow as he looked warily at her.
"What... ?" he asked slowly, his question muffled by the sudden pressing of her soft warm lips to his own. His eyes fluttered closed again, his hands skimming down her body to her hips, which he pulled to him, forcing her up on the couch straddling him.
Their tongues touched - tentively at first, as if unsure of what the other wanted... needed. Buffy slowly rolled her hips against his crotch, giving him what could only be described as a lap dance.
He moaned, nipping at her lip. She smiled, eyes still closed, continuously massaging her clit as her hips rolled against him. Every time she got a different reaction. A moan, a ground, a bite, a suck - always something different.
"Spike!" she gasped, his hand finding her breast and weighing it in his palm.
He grinned up at her, leaning forward roughly and capturing her lips again.
She ran her hands threw his hair over and over, trying to free it from the gel that slicked it back.
"No more gel..." she panted, feathering kisses up his jawbone.
"Bloody women," he muttered, hands moving all over her body at this point. Thighs to hips, to cheeks, to breasts, to stomach, to hair. Anyway he could touch her fully clothed, he did.
"Ohh... Spike..."
Spike's heart beated rapidly against his chest, his hands shaking with his own nervousness. "Buffy... Buffy... oh! Buffy!"
His zipper had finally been lowered, and her hand was slowly pumping up and down his cock. She was breathing heavily now, pushing her tongue into his mouth when they met again. Trying to make everything that little bit more together.
She pulled back and leant down to his neck, sucking on one spot and leaving a dark red mark in place of her mouth. He gritted his teeth, a tight smile forming across his lips when she licked at the mark, trying to rid his pale skin of the imperfection.
Buffy jumped back off him suddenly. He could see her entire body quivering. Biting his lip, he could feel what was to come. They had been going fast... and this was going to be the 'I'm-not-ready-for-sex' part of the first time. The part where they got all horny and ready, and she backed out.
Then she pulled Faith's small black shirt over her head and threw it to the side. Her lacy white bra was revealed to him for the second time that day. She popped the top button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down quickly and tugging them down as fast as possible. Her black g-string got caught on the fly, falling to the ground with the pile of denim.
Spike marvelled her, watching as she unclipped her bra and stood naked before him, turning for a second to draw the blinds, and giving him a short perve of her perfect ass.
She turned back to him with a devious glint in her eyes. He watched her speed towards him, resuming her spot in his lap, pulling his pants down that little bit more so that the teeth of his zipper didn't cause any problems. He lifted his hips off the couch and pulled the black jeans down further, the head of his cock sliding against her wet entrance. His head fell back, and his hips collapsed into the sofa.
She moaned, hands holding his biceps in a death grip as she slowly lowered herself down...
"Stop..." he forced out, his stomach muscles tensed, his eyes squinted closed in a way that was actually causing him pain.
She stopped immediately. Wincing from the almost-contact. She pulled herself up quickly, trying to stop the throbbing from her bottom half.
"Bed..." he whispered on an out breath, placing an arm behind her back and swinging her up, so that he could sprint up the stairs with ease - which he did so, seconds later, after stepping out of the crumpled denim he wore only minutes prior.
He raced up the stairs, feeling her hot breath on his neck and having it only compel him to run faster. She licked at the hickey she had given him, and he shivered, entering the room he had only been in once before.
She pressed her lips to his hollowed cheek, kissing it as she would his mouth, her tongue slipping out to makeout with the side of his face.
He groaned and dropped her onto the bed, crawling up and hovering over her.
"You ready for this?" she asked him, panting. "You're the virgin here..."
He smiled at her. "And here I was thinkin' you were all innocent-like."
Her serious expression softened. "Condoms... top drawer..."
He frowned, and leant over to her bed-side table, opening the top draw and digging around, finding a long strip of lifestyles underneath a book. He handed it to her, tilting his head, and watching her rip the package open with her teeth.
"Kiss me..." she muttered, kneeling with him on the bed.
He leant in, and pressed his lips to hers softly. She reached down to his cock, sliding the condom down like an expert. He moaned, thrusting into her hands.
Together, they lay back on the bed, her kissing him. He looked her deep in the eyes, his frown evaporating. "How many?"
He looked so... vulnerable with that look. She couldn't lie. She knew what he was asking, and he knew that she knew. She bit her lip and looked away for a moment. "Twelve."
He closed his eyes, and intook sharply.
"But never nine inches..." she whispered, hand reaching down and guiding his cock to her entrance. "And never with someone as... good looking and athletic." She tossed her head back when his fingers brushed her rapidly hardening nipple.
He opened his eyes. "You'll forget them soon enough..." he whispered. Then he pushed inside her in one swift motion.
Her eyes widened as far as they could possible go, her fingers scraping down his chest. "Yes!" she exclaimed, tilting her hips to meet his first thrust. His first thrust that proved how much she was going to forget the other men.
In and out, on each outward pull, she whimpered at the loss of completion. Each inward thrust, she moaned at the feel of it. Beneath him, she bucked, she humped and she writhed, trying to let him feel the wonders she was feeling. She didn't know how much beyond that he was. All he was trying to do was keep from coming - and she wasn't helping the situation any.
"I... Buffy... oh! Buffy!... ohh..."
They both squinted their eyes shut when he struck a point further inside her than before, opening them and finding themselves switched into the other's body again.
Buffy glanced down and thrust into her body again, allowing him to feel the pleasure. She reached down and sucked on a nipple, becoming dizzy and realising she had switched back into her own body.
He grinned at her. "We switch at the worst of times, luv..."
She nodded, meeting his smile with her lips, kissing it right off his face.
He moaned, continually thrusting in and out of her. She knew he was near the edge. Hell, so was she. She took his hand from where it was, crushing her pillow as far as possible, and brought it to her clit, where she helped him rub at her.
He massaged her clit, making out with her, thrusting in and out of her, pleasuring her, trying to bring her over the edge at the same time as him.
He felt her tremble, and he let go. "Buffy... come... come with me..."
She screamed. Her scream pierced through the slapping of their sweating bodies, and the panting of each of them. Her scream forced him to spill himself into the condom. He roared, thrusting in and out of her repeatedly, before finally slowing and allowing himself a moments rest on top of her.
Seconds later, she felt him get up and slide the condom off his now flaccid cock.
She watched him, eyes slowly sliding shut.
Need to change the sheets tomorrow...
He came back into the room, spooning her up against him. "You're beautiful, Buffy..." he whispered. "Especially right now..."
She smiled peacefully. "You're wonderful. Absolutely amazing... William..."
Together, they slowly began to drift off to sleep.
A/N: I've had this chapter 'under construction' for about a week. I was inspired to write it by AmethystDragon81, who has been helping me with my writers block, and with ideas. Everything I credit her for is completely her idea.
A huge thankyou to her for allowing me to write further.