**Silver Spoons**
A/n: Well, this is it, everyone. The final chapter of Silver Spoons. In this one, folks, is all the nasty, dirty, Spuffy smut that everyone wanted, so lap it up! This story has been so much fun to write, and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. Please leave feedback and reviews, and tell me what you thought of the story. Even you little bastards that want to flame me, go right ahead, because I don't even care anymore. So thanks again for being such devoted readers, and enjoy this chapter. See you again soon, maybe with another story. Bye, everyone!
Veruca Werewolf, this one's for you!
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Buffy's sleepy hazel eyes popped open, and she lazily rubbed her face. She got up slowly, stretching and arching her back as she got the rest of her body to wake up also. Looking at her clock she realized it was already early afternoon, and had slept straight through the morning. It probably had something to do with the fact that she hadn't slept so deeply in months. Shrugging it off, she went to the bathroom, and as she brushed her teeth she decided that today she wouldn't contemplate anything about Spike, or her feelings for him, or even thoughts of him. Today would officially be a Spike-free day. Buffy gave herself a foamy smile in the mirror, and spit out all the toothpaste. She decided that she would go over Cordelia's house, but just to see Cordy, not her cousin.
I'm just going over to see Cordy. I'm not even going to look at Spike if he happens to appear at any time I'm over there. I'm not going to let him dominate my schedule; if I want to visit Cordy, then I won't let him stop me. If he happens to walk by, glistening with water and in nothing but a small towel right after a shower, I won't even stare. I might jump his sexy ass bones right then and there, Cordy or no Cordy, but I won't stare.
Thus reassured, Buffy made the final decision to visit Cordy, and then maybe the two could go shopping or see a movie. Of course she wouldn't admit that she picked out her small black mini or silky red camisole for anyone else but Cordelia. As Buffy curled her hair into shiny blonde waves, she kept telling herself that it was Cordy who would appreciate all the effort. Sexy red lipstick was only on Buffy so that Cordy would like it. Nope thought Buffy, I'm not doing this for anyone else as she tied on strappy heeled sandals. Smiling brightly she breezed out the door, beautifully made up for 'Cordy.'
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Walking up the elaborate front walk, Buffy nervously tried to calm any fluttering butterflies in her stomach. She had finally admitted that she hoped she saw Spike today, and maybe the two could talk things out. But if he wasn't there today, Buffy knew she would lose any nerve to talk to him and probably avoid him for the rest of her existence. Sighing, she climbed the front steps and rang the doorbell. Several minutes passed by, and still no one answered. Buffy knew that Cordelia's parents wouldn't be home, but Cordy should've been. Ringing it again, Buffy still waited, but finally got impatient and tried the door. Cordelia always said that she could just walk in anyways, so that was exactly what Buffy did.
She stepped inside the cool house, eyes searching for any sign of her friend. Shutting the door behind her, she listened carefully, silence blanketing her. It was quiet for a few minutes, until Buffy could hear some faint noises from upstairs, it seemed. Buffy shrugged and decided to see if that was where Cordelia was. Grabbing the railing and climbing the shiny wood staircase, she tried to tell herself that Spike wasn't here, so she couldn't do anything. But her mind stubbornly resisted, and she was left still hoping that Spike would come out to play. Oh yeah, I want him to play with me all right. Bad Brain, stop it! Buffy rolled her eyes as she reached the second floor, the noise becoming louder. It seemed to be coming from Cordelia's room.
Walking silently on the plush blue carpet, she reached Cordelia's bedroom door, which was shut. Buffy frowned, then mentally debated whether she wanted to know what the noises where from or not. Curiosity won out, and she stealthily turned the knob and pulled open the white door just enough for her to see through. And at what she saw her eyes popped open and her mouth dropped, and she quickly shut the door again, very quietly. She stood in front of the closed door still visibly surprised, her mouth now slightly curled up in a cringe as the noises still continued. Inside Cordy's bedroom she had seen Xander and Cordy engaging in some very sexual activity that Buffy could safely say Mr. and Mrs. Chase would definitely not approve of. Buffy started gagging from the image of a naked Cordelia and Xander writhing on Cordy's bed, naked and sweaty. Yuck. How can I ever face Xander again?
Buffy just sighed once more and went to leave. No use hanging around this house, at least for the rest of the afternoon. She went down the stairs, but stopped at the landing when she heard some new, innocent sounding noises coming from the kitchen. Spike Buffy immediately thought, and her throat went dry. No one else was home right now, so it had to be him. Buffy internally debated whether she should go and talk to him or run right out of the house and never look back. She decided to just go and have a little peek at him, and only talk to him if he happened to see her. I'm such a fucking ass. Buffy walked slowly over to the open kitchen door, and looked inside.
And she saw a glistening wet Spike that had a small towel covering his nether regions, fresh from a shower.
Buffy silently groaned, shutting her eyes briefly before they opened again on their own accord, eager for some more salty goodness. She drank in every drop, every hard ripple of muscle and inch of slightly tanned skin. He was absolutely beautiful, his body perfectly formed. Small droplets of water were running down his hard chest, down his washboard abs, disappearing into the white towel slung low around his lean waist, than reappearing at the bottom of his muscular thighs, over his knees, and down shapely calves. He even had sexy feet. She involuntarily licked her lips, eyes devouring him, imprinted this sight to memory forever. A flood of wetness rushed to her core, making her uncomfortably damp. She knew that whatever feeling she had been denying to herself about Spike couldn't be avoided anymore.
Buffy took a loud step into the kitchen, and Spike whirled around to face her, his surprised look relaxing as he recognized her. His usual smirk slid over his face as he ran his hungry gaze down her body, taking in her skimpy clothing and lustful expression. Oh baby, I'll be there. ASAP. He looked back up at her, and she was almost panting. So I guess that walking around half-naked isn't a bad idea after all. Spike felt his cock start to spring to life, and he put down the snack he had been preparing.
" 'ello pet. Fancy you being here today. Miss me already?" Spike asked smugly, taking another step closer. She was absolutely stunning, and he couldn't wait to take her, all golden and fiery passion. Buffy bit her lip, eyes heavy lidded, and she shook her head.
"No, that's not it." She whispered softly, and her sexy tone made Spike groan inside. She was making him hard yet she was three feet away. He wanted to be inside her now, to take her over and over, forever. He walked up to her, toe to toe, and he looked down at her, eyes captured in her hot gaze. Blazing blue met hungry hazel, teeth worrying lips as the sexual tension rose, heat palpable in the large room.
"I didn't come here to see you, Spike." Buffy said unconvincingly, unable to break her gaze with him. "Oh really?" he asked her huskily, ducking his face so that their lips were almost touching. His warm breath puffed against her lips, and she felt the ache between her thighs grow, until it was almost unbearable. His eyes studied her face, the way her lips seemed to call for him.
"I think you did, pet." Spike answered. He ran a feather light touch down her bare, smooth arm, and she shivered slightly. Her eyes briefly closed, but drifted back open again. Her emotions were rushing through her head, all of her pent up desire for the blonde in front of her reaching a fever pitch. But she wanted to play with him, tease him, make him lust for her like she did him.
"Spike, you always were a little fucked in the head," she said teasingly, running a soft hand down his chiseled cheek, and Spike grinned widely. "I'll show you who's going to be fucked up, pet." He said smugly, and Buffy felt her cunt become slick with her hot juices as she let out a little breathy moan. Spike could practically smell her arousal, and it made his erection become a raging hard-on. He couldn't hold back anymore, and he plundered her lips with his own, devouring the soft swells with his lips and teeth, nibbling and kissing and playing with her tongue. Her mouth was warm and sweet, and her lips tasted like strawberries. His tongue slid into her mouth, mating with hers, trying to get closer. The kiss was hot and passionate, and she let out little breaths that made him incredibly horny as her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He pulled her closer to him, cupping her soft ass and running his hands down the sweel of her hips.
Spike pulled away gasping, Buffy stood there panting, lips swollen and red, eyes wide. Spike grinned with satisfaction, licking his own lips and savoring the taste of her. She smiled back devilishly, and took a swat at his hard rod, which was causing his towel to tent around it. He groaned, and she gripped it tightly, alternating between squeezing and heavily petting. Spike was in heaven, the feel of her small hands cupping his throbbing cock. But he didn't want to cum in her hands; he wanted to be deep inside her when he shot his hot seed. Spike pushed her hand away, and she pouted at him, but the pout was quickly brushed off when he grabbed her around the waist and stuck one hand up her skirt. He was delighted to find her pussy sopping wet, her underwear already soaked. Pushing aside the wet material, he started rubbing her roughly.
With the heel of one hand he started grinding into her mound, putting extra pressure on her swollen clit. Buffy moaned and bucked into his twisting hand, her face screwed shut in ecstasy. All she could think of was the feeling of his hand on her hot cunt, the delicious sensations shooting down to her toes. He turned the hand and slipped two long fingers into her wet folds, pumping furiously into her steaming depths as she humped his fingers. With one final press on her red clit she came loudly, keening under his hand. Her sweet juices gushed forth, over his embedded fingers and down his stilling hand. Spike smiled in satisfaction, one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her up while he earnestly licked the sweet cum off of his fingers. She was panting, blonde head buried in his hard chest, her body boneless and weak from her orgasm.
Buffy raised her head after she had caught her breath, still filled with desire for him. She wanted him buried deep inside her. Buffy looked up at him and brushed her lips over his lightly before ripping away his damp towel. She smiled in a purely feminine way at his large and hard member, jutting straight out from his lean body, begging to be stuck inside something. Spike smirked back, content in male pride. Buffy shimmied out of her own skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down, save the heels on her feet. Spike took in a sharp breath at her beauty; her bare, nude core was covered in a sheen of her own juices, her pussy lips wet and ready. His cock was itching to be buried to the hilt inside her, and without further wait his hips and surged forward and he was inside her steaming, dripping pussy, buried as deep as he could go with one thrust.
The two of them paused with the sensations, the perfect fit of their joined bodies. It was absolute heaven, and Buffy had never felt anything so good. Slowly Spike began to thrust into her, and she thrusted back, hips arching on their own accord. He grabbed her around the backside and hoisted her up, and she wrapped her tanned legs around his bare waist. The new position allowed deeper penetration, and allowed Spike's pubic bone to hit Buffy's clit with every thrust, and the two were soon moaning and panting, the room filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Buffy looped her arms around Spike's neck, and started to ride him hard, bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock. He growled deep in his chest, and pumped upwards to meet her. His hands held her securely around her slim waist, his lips searching hers out and capturing them.
The heat, the lust, it was all incredible, and Buffy finally came to a conclusion. Leaning close to Spike's ear, never breaking the rhythm, she whispered "I think I'm falling in love with you, Spike." He smiled ear to ear, his heart expanding. Blue eyes bright, he whispered back, "Well, that works out quite well then. Because I'm falling in love with you too, pet." Buffy looked deep into his twinkling eyes and smiled, the two meeting for a loving kiss.
Finally Buffy could feel the familiar tingle exploding deep in her womb, spreading to the rest of her body. It hit her hard and fast, and she cried out, calling his name as her juices flooded down her core. Spike moaned, and he came also, pumping furiously as he shot his hot seed deep within her. They two stilled, and stayed in their position, Buffy still wrapped around Spike. They kissed again, but Buffy suddenly gasped. Spike looked at her questioningly, pushing back a strand of gold hair.
"Spike, we just fucked in the middle of Cordelia's kitchen. What will her parents think?" Buffy asked him, and he just internally groaned, feeling himself grow hard again at her words. She noticed and smiled, saying "Again?". Spike nodded, and he pulled himself out of her. He carried her over to a low counter, and put her down on her fours. She smirked, and with one plunge he was embedded inside her from behind, fucking her mercilessly yet again.
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Cordelia giggled as she and Xander made their way down to the kitchen, deciding to take a break from their vigorous activity and grab some food to get some energy. Cordy was wrapped in a short silk robe and Xander in his boxers, and he was trying to stick his hand up under her short hem as she dodged him. She went down the stairs, swatting his hand away, and he was chuckling himself, though his stomach was rumbling loudly. Cordy heard a particularly loud grumble and she rolled her dark eyes as she smiled, Xander giving her a sheepish look. Soon they reached the bottom, and made their way to the kitchen. But she suddenly stopped, head cocked, Xander bumping into her from behind.
"What was that for, Cordy?" he whined, but Cordelia just put up one manicured hand. He frowned but kept silent, and soon he heard the noise too, coming from the kitchen. They two exchanged a look, then quickly strode over to the doorway to see what it was. At the sight before then they both gasped, eyes wide and mouths dropped, and in Xander's case, growing hard again. He did have good stamina, after all. He stopped thinking so he could focus on the free porn in front of him.
Inside Cordy's expensive kitchen was Buffy and Spike, too busy to notice them, as a naked Spike was plowing a semi- naked Buffy from behind on a low countertop. Moans and grunts and the smell of sex was all over the place, much to Cordelia's chagrin. Xander was just smiling broadly, watching as Buffy arched her back and let out a breathy moan. Cordelia caught his look and scowled, disgusted at seeing her cousin almost naked, but her look brightened quickly.
"Hey, at least they finally got together," she said happily. Xander nodded absently, eyebrows raised, entranced by the scene. Cordy noticed and slapped his sharply on the arm, and he jumped. "Sorry," he muttered, not sounding sorry at all. Cordelia let out a small smile, especially when she spotted Xander's hard erection, but then she blanched and started to gag.
"Eww! I have to eat on that counter!"
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~FIN~
A/n: Well, this is it, everyone. The final chapter of Silver Spoons. In this one, folks, is all the nasty, dirty, Spuffy smut that everyone wanted, so lap it up! This story has been so much fun to write, and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. Please leave feedback and reviews, and tell me what you thought of the story. Even you little bastards that want to flame me, go right ahead, because I don't even care anymore. So thanks again for being such devoted readers, and enjoy this chapter. See you again soon, maybe with another story. Bye, everyone!
Veruca Werewolf, this one's for you!
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Buffy's sleepy hazel eyes popped open, and she lazily rubbed her face. She got up slowly, stretching and arching her back as she got the rest of her body to wake up also. Looking at her clock she realized it was already early afternoon, and had slept straight through the morning. It probably had something to do with the fact that she hadn't slept so deeply in months. Shrugging it off, she went to the bathroom, and as she brushed her teeth she decided that today she wouldn't contemplate anything about Spike, or her feelings for him, or even thoughts of him. Today would officially be a Spike-free day. Buffy gave herself a foamy smile in the mirror, and spit out all the toothpaste. She decided that she would go over Cordelia's house, but just to see Cordy, not her cousin.
I'm just going over to see Cordy. I'm not even going to look at Spike if he happens to appear at any time I'm over there. I'm not going to let him dominate my schedule; if I want to visit Cordy, then I won't let him stop me. If he happens to walk by, glistening with water and in nothing but a small towel right after a shower, I won't even stare. I might jump his sexy ass bones right then and there, Cordy or no Cordy, but I won't stare.
Thus reassured, Buffy made the final decision to visit Cordy, and then maybe the two could go shopping or see a movie. Of course she wouldn't admit that she picked out her small black mini or silky red camisole for anyone else but Cordelia. As Buffy curled her hair into shiny blonde waves, she kept telling herself that it was Cordy who would appreciate all the effort. Sexy red lipstick was only on Buffy so that Cordy would like it. Nope thought Buffy, I'm not doing this for anyone else as she tied on strappy heeled sandals. Smiling brightly she breezed out the door, beautifully made up for 'Cordy.'
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Walking up the elaborate front walk, Buffy nervously tried to calm any fluttering butterflies in her stomach. She had finally admitted that she hoped she saw Spike today, and maybe the two could talk things out. But if he wasn't there today, Buffy knew she would lose any nerve to talk to him and probably avoid him for the rest of her existence. Sighing, she climbed the front steps and rang the doorbell. Several minutes passed by, and still no one answered. Buffy knew that Cordelia's parents wouldn't be home, but Cordy should've been. Ringing it again, Buffy still waited, but finally got impatient and tried the door. Cordelia always said that she could just walk in anyways, so that was exactly what Buffy did.
She stepped inside the cool house, eyes searching for any sign of her friend. Shutting the door behind her, she listened carefully, silence blanketing her. It was quiet for a few minutes, until Buffy could hear some faint noises from upstairs, it seemed. Buffy shrugged and decided to see if that was where Cordelia was. Grabbing the railing and climbing the shiny wood staircase, she tried to tell herself that Spike wasn't here, so she couldn't do anything. But her mind stubbornly resisted, and she was left still hoping that Spike would come out to play. Oh yeah, I want him to play with me all right. Bad Brain, stop it! Buffy rolled her eyes as she reached the second floor, the noise becoming louder. It seemed to be coming from Cordelia's room.
Walking silently on the plush blue carpet, she reached Cordelia's bedroom door, which was shut. Buffy frowned, then mentally debated whether she wanted to know what the noises where from or not. Curiosity won out, and she stealthily turned the knob and pulled open the white door just enough for her to see through. And at what she saw her eyes popped open and her mouth dropped, and she quickly shut the door again, very quietly. She stood in front of the closed door still visibly surprised, her mouth now slightly curled up in a cringe as the noises still continued. Inside Cordy's bedroom she had seen Xander and Cordy engaging in some very sexual activity that Buffy could safely say Mr. and Mrs. Chase would definitely not approve of. Buffy started gagging from the image of a naked Cordelia and Xander writhing on Cordy's bed, naked and sweaty. Yuck. How can I ever face Xander again?
Buffy just sighed once more and went to leave. No use hanging around this house, at least for the rest of the afternoon. She went down the stairs, but stopped at the landing when she heard some new, innocent sounding noises coming from the kitchen. Spike Buffy immediately thought, and her throat went dry. No one else was home right now, so it had to be him. Buffy internally debated whether she should go and talk to him or run right out of the house and never look back. She decided to just go and have a little peek at him, and only talk to him if he happened to see her. I'm such a fucking ass. Buffy walked slowly over to the open kitchen door, and looked inside.
And she saw a glistening wet Spike that had a small towel covering his nether regions, fresh from a shower.
Buffy silently groaned, shutting her eyes briefly before they opened again on their own accord, eager for some more salty goodness. She drank in every drop, every hard ripple of muscle and inch of slightly tanned skin. He was absolutely beautiful, his body perfectly formed. Small droplets of water were running down his hard chest, down his washboard abs, disappearing into the white towel slung low around his lean waist, than reappearing at the bottom of his muscular thighs, over his knees, and down shapely calves. He even had sexy feet. She involuntarily licked her lips, eyes devouring him, imprinted this sight to memory forever. A flood of wetness rushed to her core, making her uncomfortably damp. She knew that whatever feeling she had been denying to herself about Spike couldn't be avoided anymore.
Buffy took a loud step into the kitchen, and Spike whirled around to face her, his surprised look relaxing as he recognized her. His usual smirk slid over his face as he ran his hungry gaze down her body, taking in her skimpy clothing and lustful expression. Oh baby, I'll be there. ASAP. He looked back up at her, and she was almost panting. So I guess that walking around half-naked isn't a bad idea after all. Spike felt his cock start to spring to life, and he put down the snack he had been preparing.
" 'ello pet. Fancy you being here today. Miss me already?" Spike asked smugly, taking another step closer. She was absolutely stunning, and he couldn't wait to take her, all golden and fiery passion. Buffy bit her lip, eyes heavy lidded, and she shook her head.
"No, that's not it." She whispered softly, and her sexy tone made Spike groan inside. She was making him hard yet she was three feet away. He wanted to be inside her now, to take her over and over, forever. He walked up to her, toe to toe, and he looked down at her, eyes captured in her hot gaze. Blazing blue met hungry hazel, teeth worrying lips as the sexual tension rose, heat palpable in the large room.
"I didn't come here to see you, Spike." Buffy said unconvincingly, unable to break her gaze with him. "Oh really?" he asked her huskily, ducking his face so that their lips were almost touching. His warm breath puffed against her lips, and she felt the ache between her thighs grow, until it was almost unbearable. His eyes studied her face, the way her lips seemed to call for him.
"I think you did, pet." Spike answered. He ran a feather light touch down her bare, smooth arm, and she shivered slightly. Her eyes briefly closed, but drifted back open again. Her emotions were rushing through her head, all of her pent up desire for the blonde in front of her reaching a fever pitch. But she wanted to play with him, tease him, make him lust for her like she did him.
"Spike, you always were a little fucked in the head," she said teasingly, running a soft hand down his chiseled cheek, and Spike grinned widely. "I'll show you who's going to be fucked up, pet." He said smugly, and Buffy felt her cunt become slick with her hot juices as she let out a little breathy moan. Spike could practically smell her arousal, and it made his erection become a raging hard-on. He couldn't hold back anymore, and he plundered her lips with his own, devouring the soft swells with his lips and teeth, nibbling and kissing and playing with her tongue. Her mouth was warm and sweet, and her lips tasted like strawberries. His tongue slid into her mouth, mating with hers, trying to get closer. The kiss was hot and passionate, and she let out little breaths that made him incredibly horny as her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He pulled her closer to him, cupping her soft ass and running his hands down the sweel of her hips.
Spike pulled away gasping, Buffy stood there panting, lips swollen and red, eyes wide. Spike grinned with satisfaction, licking his own lips and savoring the taste of her. She smiled back devilishly, and took a swat at his hard rod, which was causing his towel to tent around it. He groaned, and she gripped it tightly, alternating between squeezing and heavily petting. Spike was in heaven, the feel of her small hands cupping his throbbing cock. But he didn't want to cum in her hands; he wanted to be deep inside her when he shot his hot seed. Spike pushed her hand away, and she pouted at him, but the pout was quickly brushed off when he grabbed her around the waist and stuck one hand up her skirt. He was delighted to find her pussy sopping wet, her underwear already soaked. Pushing aside the wet material, he started rubbing her roughly.
With the heel of one hand he started grinding into her mound, putting extra pressure on her swollen clit. Buffy moaned and bucked into his twisting hand, her face screwed shut in ecstasy. All she could think of was the feeling of his hand on her hot cunt, the delicious sensations shooting down to her toes. He turned the hand and slipped two long fingers into her wet folds, pumping furiously into her steaming depths as she humped his fingers. With one final press on her red clit she came loudly, keening under his hand. Her sweet juices gushed forth, over his embedded fingers and down his stilling hand. Spike smiled in satisfaction, one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her up while he earnestly licked the sweet cum off of his fingers. She was panting, blonde head buried in his hard chest, her body boneless and weak from her orgasm.
Buffy raised her head after she had caught her breath, still filled with desire for him. She wanted him buried deep inside her. Buffy looked up at him and brushed her lips over his lightly before ripping away his damp towel. She smiled in a purely feminine way at his large and hard member, jutting straight out from his lean body, begging to be stuck inside something. Spike smirked back, content in male pride. Buffy shimmied out of her own skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down, save the heels on her feet. Spike took in a sharp breath at her beauty; her bare, nude core was covered in a sheen of her own juices, her pussy lips wet and ready. His cock was itching to be buried to the hilt inside her, and without further wait his hips and surged forward and he was inside her steaming, dripping pussy, buried as deep as he could go with one thrust.
The two of them paused with the sensations, the perfect fit of their joined bodies. It was absolute heaven, and Buffy had never felt anything so good. Slowly Spike began to thrust into her, and she thrusted back, hips arching on their own accord. He grabbed her around the backside and hoisted her up, and she wrapped her tanned legs around his bare waist. The new position allowed deeper penetration, and allowed Spike's pubic bone to hit Buffy's clit with every thrust, and the two were soon moaning and panting, the room filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Buffy looped her arms around Spike's neck, and started to ride him hard, bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock. He growled deep in his chest, and pumped upwards to meet her. His hands held her securely around her slim waist, his lips searching hers out and capturing them.
The heat, the lust, it was all incredible, and Buffy finally came to a conclusion. Leaning close to Spike's ear, never breaking the rhythm, she whispered "I think I'm falling in love with you, Spike." He smiled ear to ear, his heart expanding. Blue eyes bright, he whispered back, "Well, that works out quite well then. Because I'm falling in love with you too, pet." Buffy looked deep into his twinkling eyes and smiled, the two meeting for a loving kiss.
Finally Buffy could feel the familiar tingle exploding deep in her womb, spreading to the rest of her body. It hit her hard and fast, and she cried out, calling his name as her juices flooded down her core. Spike moaned, and he came also, pumping furiously as he shot his hot seed deep within her. They two stilled, and stayed in their position, Buffy still wrapped around Spike. They kissed again, but Buffy suddenly gasped. Spike looked at her questioningly, pushing back a strand of gold hair.
"Spike, we just fucked in the middle of Cordelia's kitchen. What will her parents think?" Buffy asked him, and he just internally groaned, feeling himself grow hard again at her words. She noticed and smiled, saying "Again?". Spike nodded, and he pulled himself out of her. He carried her over to a low counter, and put her down on her fours. She smirked, and with one plunge he was embedded inside her from behind, fucking her mercilessly yet again.
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Cordelia giggled as she and Xander made their way down to the kitchen, deciding to take a break from their vigorous activity and grab some food to get some energy. Cordy was wrapped in a short silk robe and Xander in his boxers, and he was trying to stick his hand up under her short hem as she dodged him. She went down the stairs, swatting his hand away, and he was chuckling himself, though his stomach was rumbling loudly. Cordy heard a particularly loud grumble and she rolled her dark eyes as she smiled, Xander giving her a sheepish look. Soon they reached the bottom, and made their way to the kitchen. But she suddenly stopped, head cocked, Xander bumping into her from behind.
"What was that for, Cordy?" he whined, but Cordelia just put up one manicured hand. He frowned but kept silent, and soon he heard the noise too, coming from the kitchen. They two exchanged a look, then quickly strode over to the doorway to see what it was. At the sight before then they both gasped, eyes wide and mouths dropped, and in Xander's case, growing hard again. He did have good stamina, after all. He stopped thinking so he could focus on the free porn in front of him.
Inside Cordy's expensive kitchen was Buffy and Spike, too busy to notice them, as a naked Spike was plowing a semi- naked Buffy from behind on a low countertop. Moans and grunts and the smell of sex was all over the place, much to Cordelia's chagrin. Xander was just smiling broadly, watching as Buffy arched her back and let out a breathy moan. Cordelia caught his look and scowled, disgusted at seeing her cousin almost naked, but her look brightened quickly.
"Hey, at least they finally got together," she said happily. Xander nodded absently, eyebrows raised, entranced by the scene. Cordy noticed and slapped his sharply on the arm, and he jumped. "Sorry," he muttered, not sounding sorry at all. Cordelia let out a small smile, especially when she spotted Xander's hard erection, but then she blanched and started to gag.
"Eww! I have to eat on that counter!"
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~FIN~