**Until Forever**
A/n: Okay, I finally got the next installment done. Three cheers for me. Now, since ff.net made that stupid ass rule about no NC-17, I'm going to have to tone down the sexual content of this story, though it is still a hard R rating. The only reason that it's under PG-13 is because only one part of the story is a R. I don't want any parents complaining to me about their kids reading smut, or any readers saying that I shouldn't be posting this part. I'm warning you now that THIS PART SHOULD NOT BE READ BY THOSE THAT SHOULDN'T, OR CAN'T, READ SMUTTY STORIES. If your offended by sexual content, underage, or you're going to report me, then just ignore this whole section. Pretend that you never even came upon this. . . or, freakin' warn me if you're going to tell the head honchos at ff.net about me. Seriously. I don't fancy having all my stories erased because some sour grape with a pickle up their ass is reading something they shouldn't. Okay? Thank you. :) Read and review people!
WARNING: Once again, if you are underage, easily offended, or basically a shrew that will call the cops on me, then don't read the following installment. E-mail me, and we can discuss something, like a toned down version of this chappy.
Enjoy. Everything I write is for you, guys.
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Spike stormed into the room after Buffy, angrily slamming the heavy door behind him. Buffy stood with her back facing him, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. He just scowled and shot daggers at her with his stormy blue eyes. Buffy whirled around, and gave him a dirty look.
"Okay, can we get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible? I really don't want to be doing love scenes with you of all people, Spike." Buffy bit out, holding a script tightly in her clenched hand.
Spike laughed incredulously, feeling his temper start to flair. He balled his fists, and then said condescendingly, "Oh, relax your bloody whining. Do you think I want to be in this soddin' room anymore more then you do? Let's just get this over with, and then be on our merry ways. Maybe you can go snog with Angel again, I'm sure he'd like that."
Buffy's eyes bulged, and she stalked up to him, looking up into his eyes. "What the hell does that mean? Why are you always bringing him up in everything! It's like you want me to feel guilty cause I cheated on him before."
Spike shook his head. "It's not that, you stupid bint. He's an asshole that's getting back together with you just for his own purposes. Why the bloody hell can't you see that? Are you blind as well as dumb?"
"What?" Buffy's voice rose a few notches. "He loves me! He does. Love is something you won't ever know about, because you're such an asshole. Stay the hell out of my life. Focus on your current whore, and stay away from me and Angel."
'Whore? She isn't a whore! Maybe you're covering for yourself there, pet. Sleepin' with the whole bloody population of California!"
Buffy stood still for a moment, than yelled out something incoherent. She chucked the script book at his head. He dodged it, but came back up with nasty words spilling from his mouth. Soon the two were immersed in another fight, yet again.
***
Xander's head whipped to the door of the other room when he heard loud yelling. He scrunched up his forehead, and turned to his girlfriend, who was reclining on a chair beside him.
"That doesn't sound to healthy."
Cordelia just gave him a look. She shrugged her shoulders lazily and said, "Well, they can't kill each other. They're just arguing out their differences." She gave Xander a pointed look. He sighed but turned away.
They were both interrupted when they heard something hit a wall. Both winced visibly. Xander shot Cordelia his own look. She laughed weakly and said, "Okay, so they can kill each other. But don't worry, they will be okay. After all, we all know how nasty a harassment lawsuit can be," she finished knowingly.
He shook his head, but decided that maybe it wasn't his place to interfere. His two friends needed to work out whatever they had to, and right now was as good of a time as any.
Xander heard some shrieking. He sighed loudly. He just hoped that they both came out of their intact, and alive. He scratched his chin, and turned away from the room.
Some more yelling.
Fat chance of both of them staying alive, though. Xander doubted that harassment issues were actually on their minds.
And I thought me and Cordy were rough. These guys put Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson to shame.
***
"You're an egotistical jerk! You think that because of your looks you can treat people like shit. Newsflash, Spike, you aren't that good looking! I've seen better mugs on a goddamn monkey."
He reared back, eyes wide. "What? Are you saying that I'm not a beautiful man?" he asked Buffy in shock. She rolled her eyes, and said, "Okay, maybe you're not that ugly." Spike sighed in relief. But then Buffy felt her anger flare up again, and her voice again reached that ear-splitting pitch.
"You ruined my life! First with Angel, than with my reputation, and now with this movie. If you weren't my co-star, I could actually enjoy doing the movie that will win me my Oscar."
Spike scoffed at her. "Please, luv. Everything I said was true, and you bloody well know it. When I said you were a slutty bimbo, I was right, and it's not my fault Angel broke up with you because of it. He might be smarter then the soddin' beefcake he looks like."
"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!"
Spike sneered at her, taking a step closer to her rigid form. His stormy blue eyes were condescending. . . but to Buffy, they were breath-taking. Swirling with emotion, different blues shining back at her. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. No matter what she told herself, she would always love- Woah, horsey. Love? Love? Since when do I love Spike? One look at his face told her that she had ever since that first day on the set.
But she didn't want to admit that. She covered up her feeling with a well- placed snide remark.
"Spike, I think you're mistaken. You call me a bimbo who slept with the right people, but who was the one that was discovered starring in a freakin' porno? Not me!"
Spike went still, a flush creeping over his face. How the fuck did she know about that? He coughed once, ducking his eyes. He didn't very much liking bringing up that old aspect of his life, no matter how much it had ended up benefiting him. He retaliated with his own simple yet biting remark.
"Bitchy whore!" He yelled at her, and she glowered at the name.
"Immigrant!" She called back. He rolled his eyes at the lameness of her comment. Well, I thought it was good.
"Go find Faith and fuck her brains out. That's all you're probably good for anyways."
"And wouldn't you like to know!" he winked suggestively at her, lewdly leering. Buffy ignored the heat that swept her body at his words.
"Shut up. I wouldn't touch you with a ten-inch barrier around me."
Spike stepped closer, until he was right in her face. He was totally invading her personal space, but for some strange reason she didn't seem to mind.
"Really, pet? Like you poof Angel isn't any worse. I bet right now he's back with that Dawn girl, pounding into her, screaming her name instead of yours. . ."
Buffy screamed in outrage, and slapped him full across that pretty boy face. He held a hand up to the reddening skin, his eyes ablaze.
"I hate you!" she screamed at him.
"I hate you too!" he screamed back. The two stood there, eyes raging and locked in an intense gaze. Spike was the lost in the sight of her, all angry and bothered, like a cat in heat. All that fire in her eyes, that electricity cackling around them, his own feelings. . . they made for one hell of a hard on. She looked so delicious, he just couldn't resist. Eyes still angry, he leaned down and smashed his lips into hers, devouring them whole.
Buffy was shocked when he started kissing her, the sensations so powerful she was rendered helpless. But soon her own need of him took over, and she hungrily kissed him back, pulling up her hands to lock behind his neck. His own arms snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him, so tight her breasts were crushed up into his hard chest. She could feel his heart pounding, as quickly as her own was.
They kissed and sucked, bit and licked, like there was no tomorrow. Attacking each other's mouths, swallowing each other whole. Idly, somewhere deep in her muddled and hazy mind, Buffy remembered that day when she had seen Spike kiss Faith like this. It had made her hotter then she would have liked to admit. Now that he was kissing her this way, so full of pure passion and lust, she could feel her core flood. Just the thought of Spike moving on top of her, looking at her with those beautiful eyes; well, it made her insanely wet.
Spike pulled back first, needing air. He panted, looking down in her face. Her lips were swollen and red, her eyes wide. She panted too. His cock was rock hard, and he needed to be inside her. He was thrumming with adrenaline from their fight, and from being so close to her. His member pressed against her stomach, and she smiled devilishly. The site of that smile, directed at him, made his mouth go completely dry.
"I guess all this time, that tension was really just lust," Buffy said evilly, and Spike growled low in his throat. He plundered her lips with one quick, hard kiss, before pulling away again. She whined and pouted at him.
"What you do that for?"
Spike's only answer was a quick hand down the front of her pants. She moaned loudly and keened into his hand, starting to pant softly again. He smirked widely, relishing in the sopping wetness and heat he found from her core. He couldn't wait to be buried in to the hilt in her.
He stroked once, twice, his long fingers making quick work of her. Soon he had her panting loudly and moaning, writhing against his hand. Buffy couldn't think as her mind was swept with mind-blowing sensations and then it went completely numb. All she could focus on was Spike, and his hands. . . oh god, those long, nimble hands. . .
While he was stroking and pumping into her, he had undone his pants, freeing his throbbing member from its constraints. He truly believed that at this point, he was so hot and turned on that he was hard enough to cut through marble.
Nope, wait, that breathy way she had said his name had just been the most sexiest thing he had ever heard. Now he was the hardest he had ever been in his life.
He couldn't wait anymore. Without bothering with any other clothes, he withdrew his hand. As soon as he lost contact with her, her eyes had flown open and she had started glaring at him. She was this side of humping his leg to find the release that she was on the brink off. Spike chuckled at the angry look on her face.
"Stop laughing," she whined, fidgeting. "Please Spike, please?"
He reveled in the sound of her begging, filing away that moment for centuries to come. The queen bitch begging him to let her-
Oh, god. Spike's mouth dropped open, and he felt his cock grow another inch.
She was playing with herself, one little hand moving quickly in and out of her mound, her thumb pulling on her clit. . . Spike had never seen anything as hot as that picture, and he had been through porn movies and show business. He was ready to burst just looking at her, her small pink tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. But he wanted to cum when he was buried deep inside her. Something had to be done.
He swiftly pulled her busy hand away from her dripping cunt. She started whining again, and pouting like a little child. She even stomped her foot. "Spike," she said softly, looking up at him with unadulterated lust. He knew his own eyes reflected that same look.
"Spike, I need you to make me cum. . ." she said, moaning in her need of release.
He smiled at her, eyes glinting with need. "Don't worry pet, you will." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Many, many, many times." She shivered at his words, sparks shooting down to her womb.
And then it all went blank.
With one thrust, he was buried deep inside her slick passage. His eyes nearly crossed at the sensations. Her eyes went glazed, trying to grasp back on to reality. It was hot, it was wet, it was incredible.
Spike pushed her to the nearest wall, and he lifted her up so that she was positioned perfectly for him. She seemed to come back down to Earth, and she wrapped her legs around his slim waist, though it was difficult because her pants and underwear had somehow made their way down to her ankles.
He wasted no time, pulling out of her and roughly plunging into her passage again. She thrusted back up at him, whether in defense or pure mindless need, and soon the two were lost in the feel of each other. He pounded into her willing body, and she happily accepted him. He had her screaming within minutes, mingling with his own groans. The room had become muggy, filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat.
Too soon it was all over, in a huge, exploding blast of lights and amazing pleasure. They both stilled their movements, panting and sweating profusely. Buffy blinked and frowned, her eyes unfocused. Spike looked up at her with satiated eyes, chuckling.
"What is it, pet?"
"Where did all the lights come from?" Buffy asked in confusion, and Spike started dying right there. He leaned into her chest, laughing his tight ass off. She looked down at him, pretending to be angry, though a smile played on her own lips.
"Yeah, laugh it up."
Spike lifted his head, but couldn't talk because he was still laughing.
"Pet, you are a loser of the cutest kind." Spike said lovingly, as he traced a hand down the curve of her cheek. Buffy stopped smiling at his touch, enraptured by the look in his eyes. It looked. . . dare she say it? Like love. The two just gazed at each other, eyes locked. Spike was still buried deep inside her, and she felt him grow hard again.
"Again?" she teased, a bit breathlessly. He just grinned widely, smug look on his face.
"Of course. I plan of fucking you to death, sweetheart." He said simply, and she felt herself grow wet with his endearments, and his words. He was truly the perfect guy for her.
"Okay," she responded, moaning in pleasure. What a way to go.
And then, for the second time that day, it all went black again.
* * *
Xander was entranced by looking at Cordelia as she bent over to pick her fallen magazine off the floor in front of him, when he heard a loud scream, followed by another of the male sort. Strangely enough, it was the room Buffy and Spike were in. His head perked up, a crease marring his forehead. He could have sworn that it sounded like Buffy and Spike screaming in there. But those screams didn't sound like those pf pain.
More like those of intense, sweaty pleasure.
He listened again, intent on making sure what he heard, was really what he thought he heard. Soon enough, he heard another scream, and his thoughts were confirmed.
He grinned in utter, absolute glee. Finally the two asses had hooked up, and by the sounds of it, had hooked up good. Very, very good. His smile dropped when he felt tingling in his groin. Okay, that wasn't too good. He had to find some way to relieve that. He looked over at an unsuspecting Cordelia, busy reading up on fashion tips.
He grinned again. He would make sure that she wanted to go find somewhere to fix his little 'problem'. Since the two were sitting far away from other people, his hand snaked out. With one quick movement, he had his finger pressed up, hard, against her clit. Cordelia dropped her magazine in surprise, a loud moan escaping from her mouth. Xander quickly took back his hand, smirking widely.
Everyone in the room had stopped, and looked at Cordelia in surprise. She blushed crimson, fidgeting in her chair. She glanced at Xander briefly and then said, "I, uh, just remembered that me and Xander needed to be at my, um, aunt's house right now."
"In the morning?" someone asked, and Cordelia just nodded earnestly.
"Yes." She hopped off her chair, pulling a happy Xander behind her. She waved at everyone and then quickly started walking to the door. Everyone confusedly turned back to their tasks, though Richard Gunn watched the pair walk away.
Xander turned to give him the thumbs up sign, and then he turned back around. Gunn laughed loudly, then stopped when Tara gave him a weird look.
"I don't talk to myself," he clarified just in case. Tara nodded sweetly.
"I know, sweetie, I know."
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*To be continued. . .
A/n: Okay, I finally got the next installment done. Three cheers for me. Now, since ff.net made that stupid ass rule about no NC-17, I'm going to have to tone down the sexual content of this story, though it is still a hard R rating. The only reason that it's under PG-13 is because only one part of the story is a R. I don't want any parents complaining to me about their kids reading smut, or any readers saying that I shouldn't be posting this part. I'm warning you now that THIS PART SHOULD NOT BE READ BY THOSE THAT SHOULDN'T, OR CAN'T, READ SMUTTY STORIES. If your offended by sexual content, underage, or you're going to report me, then just ignore this whole section. Pretend that you never even came upon this. . . or, freakin' warn me if you're going to tell the head honchos at ff.net about me. Seriously. I don't fancy having all my stories erased because some sour grape with a pickle up their ass is reading something they shouldn't. Okay? Thank you. :) Read and review people!
WARNING: Once again, if you are underage, easily offended, or basically a shrew that will call the cops on me, then don't read the following installment. E-mail me, and we can discuss something, like a toned down version of this chappy.
Enjoy. Everything I write is for you, guys.
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Spike stormed into the room after Buffy, angrily slamming the heavy door behind him. Buffy stood with her back facing him, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. He just scowled and shot daggers at her with his stormy blue eyes. Buffy whirled around, and gave him a dirty look.
"Okay, can we get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible? I really don't want to be doing love scenes with you of all people, Spike." Buffy bit out, holding a script tightly in her clenched hand.
Spike laughed incredulously, feeling his temper start to flair. He balled his fists, and then said condescendingly, "Oh, relax your bloody whining. Do you think I want to be in this soddin' room anymore more then you do? Let's just get this over with, and then be on our merry ways. Maybe you can go snog with Angel again, I'm sure he'd like that."
Buffy's eyes bulged, and she stalked up to him, looking up into his eyes. "What the hell does that mean? Why are you always bringing him up in everything! It's like you want me to feel guilty cause I cheated on him before."
Spike shook his head. "It's not that, you stupid bint. He's an asshole that's getting back together with you just for his own purposes. Why the bloody hell can't you see that? Are you blind as well as dumb?"
"What?" Buffy's voice rose a few notches. "He loves me! He does. Love is something you won't ever know about, because you're such an asshole. Stay the hell out of my life. Focus on your current whore, and stay away from me and Angel."
'Whore? She isn't a whore! Maybe you're covering for yourself there, pet. Sleepin' with the whole bloody population of California!"
Buffy stood still for a moment, than yelled out something incoherent. She chucked the script book at his head. He dodged it, but came back up with nasty words spilling from his mouth. Soon the two were immersed in another fight, yet again.
***
Xander's head whipped to the door of the other room when he heard loud yelling. He scrunched up his forehead, and turned to his girlfriend, who was reclining on a chair beside him.
"That doesn't sound to healthy."
Cordelia just gave him a look. She shrugged her shoulders lazily and said, "Well, they can't kill each other. They're just arguing out their differences." She gave Xander a pointed look. He sighed but turned away.
They were both interrupted when they heard something hit a wall. Both winced visibly. Xander shot Cordelia his own look. She laughed weakly and said, "Okay, so they can kill each other. But don't worry, they will be okay. After all, we all know how nasty a harassment lawsuit can be," she finished knowingly.
He shook his head, but decided that maybe it wasn't his place to interfere. His two friends needed to work out whatever they had to, and right now was as good of a time as any.
Xander heard some shrieking. He sighed loudly. He just hoped that they both came out of their intact, and alive. He scratched his chin, and turned away from the room.
Some more yelling.
Fat chance of both of them staying alive, though. Xander doubted that harassment issues were actually on their minds.
And I thought me and Cordy were rough. These guys put Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson to shame.
***
"You're an egotistical jerk! You think that because of your looks you can treat people like shit. Newsflash, Spike, you aren't that good looking! I've seen better mugs on a goddamn monkey."
He reared back, eyes wide. "What? Are you saying that I'm not a beautiful man?" he asked Buffy in shock. She rolled her eyes, and said, "Okay, maybe you're not that ugly." Spike sighed in relief. But then Buffy felt her anger flare up again, and her voice again reached that ear-splitting pitch.
"You ruined my life! First with Angel, than with my reputation, and now with this movie. If you weren't my co-star, I could actually enjoy doing the movie that will win me my Oscar."
Spike scoffed at her. "Please, luv. Everything I said was true, and you bloody well know it. When I said you were a slutty bimbo, I was right, and it's not my fault Angel broke up with you because of it. He might be smarter then the soddin' beefcake he looks like."
"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!"
Spike sneered at her, taking a step closer to her rigid form. His stormy blue eyes were condescending. . . but to Buffy, they were breath-taking. Swirling with emotion, different blues shining back at her. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. No matter what she told herself, she would always love- Woah, horsey. Love? Love? Since when do I love Spike? One look at his face told her that she had ever since that first day on the set.
But she didn't want to admit that. She covered up her feeling with a well- placed snide remark.
"Spike, I think you're mistaken. You call me a bimbo who slept with the right people, but who was the one that was discovered starring in a freakin' porno? Not me!"
Spike went still, a flush creeping over his face. How the fuck did she know about that? He coughed once, ducking his eyes. He didn't very much liking bringing up that old aspect of his life, no matter how much it had ended up benefiting him. He retaliated with his own simple yet biting remark.
"Bitchy whore!" He yelled at her, and she glowered at the name.
"Immigrant!" She called back. He rolled his eyes at the lameness of her comment. Well, I thought it was good.
"Go find Faith and fuck her brains out. That's all you're probably good for anyways."
"And wouldn't you like to know!" he winked suggestively at her, lewdly leering. Buffy ignored the heat that swept her body at his words.
"Shut up. I wouldn't touch you with a ten-inch barrier around me."
Spike stepped closer, until he was right in her face. He was totally invading her personal space, but for some strange reason she didn't seem to mind.
"Really, pet? Like you poof Angel isn't any worse. I bet right now he's back with that Dawn girl, pounding into her, screaming her name instead of yours. . ."
Buffy screamed in outrage, and slapped him full across that pretty boy face. He held a hand up to the reddening skin, his eyes ablaze.
"I hate you!" she screamed at him.
"I hate you too!" he screamed back. The two stood there, eyes raging and locked in an intense gaze. Spike was the lost in the sight of her, all angry and bothered, like a cat in heat. All that fire in her eyes, that electricity cackling around them, his own feelings. . . they made for one hell of a hard on. She looked so delicious, he just couldn't resist. Eyes still angry, he leaned down and smashed his lips into hers, devouring them whole.
Buffy was shocked when he started kissing her, the sensations so powerful she was rendered helpless. But soon her own need of him took over, and she hungrily kissed him back, pulling up her hands to lock behind his neck. His own arms snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him, so tight her breasts were crushed up into his hard chest. She could feel his heart pounding, as quickly as her own was.
They kissed and sucked, bit and licked, like there was no tomorrow. Attacking each other's mouths, swallowing each other whole. Idly, somewhere deep in her muddled and hazy mind, Buffy remembered that day when she had seen Spike kiss Faith like this. It had made her hotter then she would have liked to admit. Now that he was kissing her this way, so full of pure passion and lust, she could feel her core flood. Just the thought of Spike moving on top of her, looking at her with those beautiful eyes; well, it made her insanely wet.
Spike pulled back first, needing air. He panted, looking down in her face. Her lips were swollen and red, her eyes wide. She panted too. His cock was rock hard, and he needed to be inside her. He was thrumming with adrenaline from their fight, and from being so close to her. His member pressed against her stomach, and she smiled devilishly. The site of that smile, directed at him, made his mouth go completely dry.
"I guess all this time, that tension was really just lust," Buffy said evilly, and Spike growled low in his throat. He plundered her lips with one quick, hard kiss, before pulling away again. She whined and pouted at him.
"What you do that for?"
Spike's only answer was a quick hand down the front of her pants. She moaned loudly and keened into his hand, starting to pant softly again. He smirked widely, relishing in the sopping wetness and heat he found from her core. He couldn't wait to be buried in to the hilt in her.
He stroked once, twice, his long fingers making quick work of her. Soon he had her panting loudly and moaning, writhing against his hand. Buffy couldn't think as her mind was swept with mind-blowing sensations and then it went completely numb. All she could focus on was Spike, and his hands. . . oh god, those long, nimble hands. . .
While he was stroking and pumping into her, he had undone his pants, freeing his throbbing member from its constraints. He truly believed that at this point, he was so hot and turned on that he was hard enough to cut through marble.
Nope, wait, that breathy way she had said his name had just been the most sexiest thing he had ever heard. Now he was the hardest he had ever been in his life.
He couldn't wait anymore. Without bothering with any other clothes, he withdrew his hand. As soon as he lost contact with her, her eyes had flown open and she had started glaring at him. She was this side of humping his leg to find the release that she was on the brink off. Spike chuckled at the angry look on her face.
"Stop laughing," she whined, fidgeting. "Please Spike, please?"
He reveled in the sound of her begging, filing away that moment for centuries to come. The queen bitch begging him to let her-
Oh, god. Spike's mouth dropped open, and he felt his cock grow another inch.
She was playing with herself, one little hand moving quickly in and out of her mound, her thumb pulling on her clit. . . Spike had never seen anything as hot as that picture, and he had been through porn movies and show business. He was ready to burst just looking at her, her small pink tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. But he wanted to cum when he was buried deep inside her. Something had to be done.
He swiftly pulled her busy hand away from her dripping cunt. She started whining again, and pouting like a little child. She even stomped her foot. "Spike," she said softly, looking up at him with unadulterated lust. He knew his own eyes reflected that same look.
"Spike, I need you to make me cum. . ." she said, moaning in her need of release.
He smiled at her, eyes glinting with need. "Don't worry pet, you will." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Many, many, many times." She shivered at his words, sparks shooting down to her womb.
And then it all went blank.
With one thrust, he was buried deep inside her slick passage. His eyes nearly crossed at the sensations. Her eyes went glazed, trying to grasp back on to reality. It was hot, it was wet, it was incredible.
Spike pushed her to the nearest wall, and he lifted her up so that she was positioned perfectly for him. She seemed to come back down to Earth, and she wrapped her legs around his slim waist, though it was difficult because her pants and underwear had somehow made their way down to her ankles.
He wasted no time, pulling out of her and roughly plunging into her passage again. She thrusted back up at him, whether in defense or pure mindless need, and soon the two were lost in the feel of each other. He pounded into her willing body, and she happily accepted him. He had her screaming within minutes, mingling with his own groans. The room had become muggy, filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat.
Too soon it was all over, in a huge, exploding blast of lights and amazing pleasure. They both stilled their movements, panting and sweating profusely. Buffy blinked and frowned, her eyes unfocused. Spike looked up at her with satiated eyes, chuckling.
"What is it, pet?"
"Where did all the lights come from?" Buffy asked in confusion, and Spike started dying right there. He leaned into her chest, laughing his tight ass off. She looked down at him, pretending to be angry, though a smile played on her own lips.
"Yeah, laugh it up."
Spike lifted his head, but couldn't talk because he was still laughing.
"Pet, you are a loser of the cutest kind." Spike said lovingly, as he traced a hand down the curve of her cheek. Buffy stopped smiling at his touch, enraptured by the look in his eyes. It looked. . . dare she say it? Like love. The two just gazed at each other, eyes locked. Spike was still buried deep inside her, and she felt him grow hard again.
"Again?" she teased, a bit breathlessly. He just grinned widely, smug look on his face.
"Of course. I plan of fucking you to death, sweetheart." He said simply, and she felt herself grow wet with his endearments, and his words. He was truly the perfect guy for her.
"Okay," she responded, moaning in pleasure. What a way to go.
And then, for the second time that day, it all went black again.
* * *
Xander was entranced by looking at Cordelia as she bent over to pick her fallen magazine off the floor in front of him, when he heard a loud scream, followed by another of the male sort. Strangely enough, it was the room Buffy and Spike were in. His head perked up, a crease marring his forehead. He could have sworn that it sounded like Buffy and Spike screaming in there. But those screams didn't sound like those pf pain.
More like those of intense, sweaty pleasure.
He listened again, intent on making sure what he heard, was really what he thought he heard. Soon enough, he heard another scream, and his thoughts were confirmed.
He grinned in utter, absolute glee. Finally the two asses had hooked up, and by the sounds of it, had hooked up good. Very, very good. His smile dropped when he felt tingling in his groin. Okay, that wasn't too good. He had to find some way to relieve that. He looked over at an unsuspecting Cordelia, busy reading up on fashion tips.
He grinned again. He would make sure that she wanted to go find somewhere to fix his little 'problem'. Since the two were sitting far away from other people, his hand snaked out. With one quick movement, he had his finger pressed up, hard, against her clit. Cordelia dropped her magazine in surprise, a loud moan escaping from her mouth. Xander quickly took back his hand, smirking widely.
Everyone in the room had stopped, and looked at Cordelia in surprise. She blushed crimson, fidgeting in her chair. She glanced at Xander briefly and then said, "I, uh, just remembered that me and Xander needed to be at my, um, aunt's house right now."
"In the morning?" someone asked, and Cordelia just nodded earnestly.
"Yes." She hopped off her chair, pulling a happy Xander behind her. She waved at everyone and then quickly started walking to the door. Everyone confusedly turned back to their tasks, though Richard Gunn watched the pair walk away.
Xander turned to give him the thumbs up sign, and then he turned back around. Gunn laughed loudly, then stopped when Tara gave him a weird look.
"I don't talk to myself," he clarified just in case. Tara nodded sweetly.
"I know, sweetie, I know."
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*To be continued. . .