Chapter 29 – Conference Room
(Spike POV)
Buffy takes my hand as we walk down the hall, away from Angel's office. "Do you think he's gonna be ok?"
"Connor? Yeah, I think so. He had a rough bit before you came in, but he just needs a little time to adjust, I expect. He's spent the last fifteen years or so thinkin' he's Joe Normal, and last night his whole world went arse over tit. Plus, it's not every day you find out you're part of a possible world endin' prophecy."
Buffy laughs, "Yeah, with us it's like, world ending prophecy… hmm… must be Friday."
I snort, "Yeah, this stuff's gettin' to be old hat. How many does this make?"
Buffy smirks, "I know, right? Apocalypses, apocalyptii. I mean, what's the plural for apocalypse, and how messed up is it that we need to know that?"
I laugh. "Hopefully this one won't be too difficult. We'll let Angel explain everythin' to Connor, then we'll pop into bunny world, kill us some evil, and be out in time for supper."
She stops and turns to face me. "Well, with Angel and Connor talking until the wee hours, and Bug crashing with the twins at Mel's, I've got you all to myself for a while." She smirks up at me. "What should I do with you?"
I lean down and breathe in her ear as I nibble on the lobe, "What do you want to do with me?"
She answers by pushing me up against the nearest door in the hallway and placing my hands firmly on the door frame. "Don't move these." She slides her hands under my shirt, then stretches up to take my lip in her teeth, suckling it gently. She nibbles over to my ear and down my neck while her warm little fingers pinch and tease my nipples. She pushes my shirt up and her mouth joins her fingers licking and nipping at my chest.
I moan as I slide one hand up her leg, lifting her skirt. She slaps it and places it back on the door frame. "No touchy." I growl deep in my chest and lean my head back on the door as she suckles my nipples and rubs me through my jeans.
A door opens down the hall and we hear voices walking toward us. She opens the door I'm leaning on and pushes me through, then closes it and pushes me back up against the door. She pulls my shirt over my head and starts nibbling on my collarbone as she trails her fingers down my arms and plants my hands on the door frame again. She licks around my nipple, then takes it in her teeth and bites gently, while her fingers play over my stomach muscles, making them quiver. My hands ache to touch her, but every time I lift one off the door frame she slaps it and puts it back. I groan as she licks small circles over my chest and down my stomach, nipping lightly at the skin just above my jeans.
She drops to her knees as her mouth moves to the top button, slowly popping it open while she teases me through the jeans with her nails. She pops two more buttons and I gasp loudly as she licks the head and nibbles lightly on my foreskin. She pops one more button and slides my jeans over my hips, then drops her head and licks slowly up the inside of my thigh. I grip the door frame almost hard enough to dent it as she licks over my balls and up my shaft, then wraps her lips around the head and draws me in deep for a few long, slow strokes. I groan "So hot, Slayer." as she scrapes her teeth lightly along my shaft, then twirls her tongue around the head and sucks me back in.
I whimper a little when she stands and places her hand on my chest. "Stay." She backs up and leans on the table in the middle of the room as she slowly unbuttons her shirt and slides it off, then brings her hands up to caress her breasts, pinching the nipples with her fingers. She brings a finger to her mouth and sucks it in, laving it with her tongue, then trails it down her neck and chest and twirls it around one nipple. I push myself off the door and she holds up her other hand and wags her finger. "No. You stay there." I thump back against the door, growling as she pinches and rolls her nipples.
She stands and turns around, then slowly slides her skirt up her legs and over her hips. My cock jumps when I notice she's not wearing any knickers as she bends over the table and lightly skates her fingers over her outer lips and clit. She moans and wiggles her hips as she inserts two fingers and pumps them slowly. My hips thrust toward her as my eyes change to amber. "Buffy." It comes out as a strangled moan. She turns around and lies back on the table with her legs spread wide, working her clit with her other hand until she's gasping and moaning. I'm panting and thrusting my hips in time with her hand when she brings her fingers to her mouth for a taste. I moan, "Bloody hell…. Buffy…. please." Her body tenses and she cries out, then looks at me and nods. I'm across the room and buried deep within her in an instant.
Her walls are still convulsing and squeezing me almost painfully as she comes down from her orgasm. I wrap her legs around my waist and pull her close, burying myself deep, as she smiles up at me. "You were a good boy, Spike."
I pull out slowly and push back into her. "And you're a naughty little minx, torturin' me like that."
She moans and grips my arms hard enough to bruise, then grins mischievously up at me, "What you gonna do about it, Big Bad?"
I growl as I move within her slowly. "Gonna shag you senseless."
She locks her ankles and raises her hips to meet my thrusts. "Oh God, Spike, harder!" I keep my pace slow and steady as she writhes and moans beneath me. I bring my thumb to her clit and work it until she's gasping and pulling at my arms, then I back off and change position. She whimpers then starts to moan and gasp, her entire body thrumming with unreleased tension, as I bring her to the edge again and again. "Please, Spike!" I leer down at her and grip her hips as I pound into her. Her legs start to quiver, then squeeze like a vise, as she comes with a scream. Her nails dig into my arms as she clenches all around me, and I bury myself to the hilt and explode with an ear splitting roar.
I collapse onto her and bury my head in her neck. "God, Buffy, you're amazing." She licks and nibbles my ear as she squeezes me with her inner muscles. I gasp as I nip at her neck then move down to lick and suckle at her breasts as I gently thrust into her.
She pulls me closer with her legs and whispers, "You feel so good, Spike." I raise up and start thrusting harder when my vamp hearing picks up voices down the hallway.
"The scream came from down there. Sounded like a woman."
"I heard something roar. Could be a demon loose in here. Did anyone radio that something got out of the basement?"
Bugger.
"Luv, we need to get ourselves together, we're 'bout to have company." I pull out of her and stuff myself back into my jeans, doing up the buttons as I move toward my shirt on the floor. I snatch up my shirt and pull it over my head as Buffy slips her skirt back down and quickly slides into her shirt. The door crashes open before she can get it buttoned, so I step in front of her and raise my hands. Half a dozen members of the Wolfram and Hart Special Ops unit file into the room with weapons raised.
I smile and step back a little. "Oi! Gents! What's with all the firepower?"
One of the grunts scans the room and barks at us. "What are you doing in here? Are you both alright?"
"We're fine. What seems to be the problem?"
"We had reports of something roaring and a woman screaming." Buffy snorts and quickly swallows it. "Have either of you seen anything?"
I shake my head and laugh. "Nope, not a thing." * But if you blokes had been about five minutes earlier you sure would've. *
Buffy giggles behind me and wraps her arms around my middle, pressing her forehead to my back. * That was close. *
* Maybe we should get to our flat 'fore we start the festivities next time, eh pet? *
The grunt who fancies himself the leader steps forward and practically growls at me. "Who are you and what are you doing in here?"
I lower my hands and smirk at him. "This is a conference room, innit, mate? We were in conference. Now bugger off."
He steps toward me and raises his weapon a little higher. "I'm going to ask you once more. Who are you and what are you doing in here?"
Buffy releases me as I step toward him. "You don't want to do that, mate."
He glares at me then pokes me in the chest with the muzzle of his rifle. "Stand down or I'll take you down."
I release my demon with a loud snarl. "You really don't want to do that."
Buffy puts her hand on my arm. * Spike, I don't think Angel would be too happy with you damaging his employees. *
I snort, * Like I give a bloody damn. Peaches shouldn't hire complete wankers. *
One of the grunts in the back says, "Um… sir, I think we should stand down."
Leader grunt growls back at him, "And why is that?"
"Um… he's Mr. Spike."
"And?"
I can see that grunt junior desperately wants to smack some smarts into leader grunt. He rolls his eyes and says calmly, "He was mentioned in the debrief yesterday. He's Mr. Spike. Mr. Angel's Grandchilde?" I can practically see him add "Ringing any bells, you dumbass?" in his head.
Comprehension dawns in leader grunt's eyes and he lowers his weapon and steps back. "I'm sorry, sir. Please accept my apologies."
I smile around my fangs. "You blokes are lucky one of you possesses a functional brain. Now toddle off and find whatever you were lookin' for." * Yeah, that's gonna happen. *
Buffy giggles again and moves up beside me, slipping her hand under the back of my shirt. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and shake off the demon. The grunts turn to leave and I point to junior grunt, "Oi! C'mere for a mo'. Want to ask you somethin'."
He steps up to me and snaps to attention. I smirk, "You can stop that, mate, really. Just stand easy or whatever you call it."
He loosens up just a bit and says, "What can I do for you, sir?"
"What's your name, mate?"
"Wilson, sir."
My eyebrow goes up, "That's it? Just Wilson?"
He shakes his head, "Uh no, it's Travis Wilson, sir."
"So, Travis Wilson, how did you know who I was?"
He blushes faintly, "Well, sir, this whole squad is new here and yesterday we were briefed on the principals of the firm. Mr. Angel, of course, and his family, and you and your family. Also the Harris family, a Mr. Giles, Mr. Gunn, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce and Miss Burkle. We were given short descriptions of everyone and instructed not to interfere with them unless we had a direct order to do so. We are to assist if needed, but in Mr. Angel's words, just leave them the hell alone."
Buffy and I both laugh. "Yeah, that sounds like Peaches. So, you recognized me and your leader didn't?"
He shrugs, "I was paying attention during the debrief. I don't think he was, sir."
I give Buffy a squeeze and say, "Ok, so who's this beautiful bird?"
"She's Elizabeth Anne Summers, called Buffy, from Sunnydale. The Vampire Slayer. She's mated to William Jonathan Pratt, also known as William the Bloody and Spike. They have one son, William Rupert Pratt who is presently twelve years old, sir."
Buffy says, "Wow, Travis. You picked all that up from one meeting?"
He smiles shyly. "Yes, ma'am."
I clap him on the shoulder, "Full marks, Travis, and you don't have to call me sir or mister. Now, you'd better go find your leader 'fore the annoyin' little blighter hurts himself."
He spins and jogs out of the room, laughing under his breath.
I pull Buffy to me and kiss her gently. "Let's go, pet. I'm feelin' a mite peckish."
She slips her hand down my stomach and rubs me through my jeans, then nibbles on my ear and whispers, "Yeah, you'd better eat, you're gonna need your strength. I'm not done with you yet."
I move to kiss her, but she ducks and runs out the door, laughing. A growl rumbles through my chest as I give chase.
