Why Parents Don't Get It..
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Rating- Strong...very strong R...
Chappy 8-
" Bloody. Hell." Spike groaned between kisses, as they stood before the bed .He inhaled sharply, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest.
With a small groan, he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. He felt her try and get closer and he bodily hauled her onto his lap .The kiss grew from tender to passionate, not stopping until they absolutely had to in order to catch their breaths.
He leaned his forehead against her in order to calm himself a bit. She went back in for a kiss and he stopped her, " No...," He pulled his head back.
Confusion clouded her expressions at his deny, " What?,"
" We aren't going to do this right now," He said, loosening his grip on her slender waist.
" But...," She trailed, then meekly finished with a, " You don't want me?"
Spike ground his pelvis up against her backside, " Does this feel like I don't want you, pet?"
" Then why...," Spike place a finger to her lips to shush her, " Buffy," he said, " I want you, more than anything, but I want this to be special.,"
" I want you now, though!," She nipped his finger, pouting.
" And you'll get me soon enough, just not now." He replied, smiling.
" Soon...how soon?" She asked, smirking.
" Soon...but not now."
" No, Now..!" She argued. He chuckled, and kissed her on the lips, " Why now?"
" Why not now?" Buffy said.
" Because."
" Because why."
" Because why why?"
Spike let out a frustrated growl, then lit a candle beside them, " Just because, pet." Buffy sighed. " Then what do we do now?," He smiled slyly, " Didn't say we couldn't make out." He said pulling her in for a mind blowing -kiss.
***
Spike and Buffy were both cuddled up with each other on the bed, watching tv.The power had came back on, but they kept the lights off, except the candle that was still burning. During commercial break, they'd kiss and giggle.
" This movie sucks!," Spike exclaimed, nibbling on Buffy's neck. Her eyes were practically glued to the screen, not missing anything. They were watching some dumb movie about football. God, he hated that sport. * Why in the bleeding' hell do they call it ' football'. It has nothing to do with the bloody foot!* He thought, then said it a loud.
Buffy laughed, " That's true," she then glared at him, " Now I'm going to be awake thinking about that all night!," She pouted.
He leaned over, " Are you sure," He whispered sexily into her ear, " that's exactly what you're going to be thinking about tonight, pet?," Buffy blushed rosily.
Spike nibbled on her earlobe, " S'what I thought." He kissed her again, then went back to watching the movie.
Fifteen minutes later, Buffy was dieing from laughter. Spike was constantly criticizing the movie.
Buffy was in hysterics, and tears were literally coming to her eyes. Spike decided to stop, and then told her to calm down. She sniffled, wiping the tears, still giggling, then turned the t.v off.
" Don't do that ever again, My tummy hurts now." She said, pouting.
" Aw," He rubbed her tummy, " I'm sowwie," He said, acting like a three year old, giving her puppy eyes.
Buffy smiled, then leaned in to kiss him. The kiss became more passionate, and their hands were flying all over each other. He shed his pants, then his shirt, leaving him in boxers.
" Thought you wanted to wait for a special moment.." Buffy said, breathily. Spike grinned sheepishly, " This bloody hard on has been killing me for the past hour, can't wait no more..." He pulled her shirt over her head, and kissed her shoulder, then neck.
He ripped her white lacy bra off, and his mouth immediately attached to rosy nipple. He nibbled, bit, tugged, and sucked hard, swirling his tongue, while kneading the other breast.Then repeated his ministrations on the other, making her moan, and running her fingers through his hair.
She was marveled at the fact that it was soft, considering the fact that he bleaches it like every week.
A small part of her brain was telling her that this was wrong. That she shouldn't be screwing someone she hated, plus Angel and her had been hitting it off lately.
Oh well* tendrils of electricity were shooting from her nipples to her sex as he lavished them. Suddenly, she pulled him up, claiming his mouth, her hands scratching down his back lightly. She somehow flipped him onto his back, then licked and kissed her way down his chest like he did to her. The muscles in his stomached rolled when she dipped her tongue into his navel, and he growled, his hips jolting up. She smiled, and rubbed her cheek against the erection straining underneath his boxers. He hauled her up his body on the receiving end of a sweet, but roused kiss.
He flipped her onto her back again, kissing his way down her body. He reached the panties, quickly pulling them off. He settled himself between her legs, licking and nipping at her inner thighs before inhaling her heady scent. Separating her silken folds, his tongue flicked out against her clit. Buffy arched at his touch, hissing in pleasure.
He brought her to a quick orgasm, making her cry out in pleasure as he drew her climax out till she was limp like a noddle. He removed his boxers, reached over to his pants, and pulled out his protection, slipping it on.He then proceeded to kiss her inner thigh, then hip and over her abdomen, dipped his tongue into her navel, then continuing his way up her body.
She caught his wandering mouth with hers, tasting herself on him, and feeling his hardness against her thigh. She arched her hips up, silently begging him to feel her. He remembered that this was both, their first time, so to take it slow. He put his hand between them, positioning himself at her wet opening, the tip pushed slightly inside. He broke the kiss to look down into her eyes, his love shining out of his bright blue ones. He then used his hand to grasp hers , intertwining their fingers before he thrust into her, slowly breaking her hymen, stretching her inner walls.
Buffy felt the slight pain piercing through her, then adjusted to him. She thrust up against him in response, wrapping her legs over his hips.
His eyes rolled back at the feel of her. She was so tight, hot, and wet. He thought he spontaneously com bust. Their lips crushed together again as he moved in and out of her, building rhythm.
The fires that had always burned between them reached an inferno level, making them burst into their orgasm, yelling out each others name in ecstasy.
Their hand were still entwined, He rested his forehead against hers, both panting heavily. Sweat glistened on their bodies, casting them both in a slight glow from the light from the candle.
Their hearts hammered a staccato beat in time, as the both came down. Finally, he removed himself from her, taking off his condom and throwing it in the waste bin besides the bed. He turned them so she was cradled against his chest. His hand still holding on to hers.
Now, there was no mistake about it, he loved her. He just hoped she felt the same way.
Buffy didn't move. She couldn't get over the fact that she just made love * Had meaningless sex* she corrected. She didn't want to think it was anything more than that. But she knew it was. His eyes had shown the love, and it was pure.
Great, things are a little more confusing than they are* She closed her eyes, dismissing her thoughts. She sighed at the arms that wrapped tightly around her waist. For now, she can just pretend everything was going to be okay.
***
Spike awoke to the bed shifting around, he cracked an eye opened, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. She was awake, pacing back and forth. He frowned, something was up. He felt a slight tug in his chest at the thought that she might had been using him. He denied quickly. * She wouldn't be like that...Would she*
" Buffy," He murmured, stretching. Buffy jerked out of her thoughts, smiling at him, " Sorry if I woke you up," She said, sitting down on the bed.
He nodded, and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. She sighed, then looked down. He cocked his head, " Buffy, what wrong?"
" This is wrong...you know it; I know it." She clasped her hands, looking down at them. Spike shook his head, " No, no, it's not. You might think it is, but I don't" He said softly.
" It is..."
" Why?" He interrupted, lifting her chin up with his index finger.
Buffy looked stumped, she opened her mouth and the shut it. " It just is."
" If you can't find a reason, there is none, luv." Buffy shook her head.
" Yes, it is wrong...something, I don't know, but it..this is wrong." She explained, on the verge of crying.
He gathered her into his arms, kissing her tenderly, " No, this is right. You know it is." He felt hot tears on his chest, and whispered sweet soothing words to her.
After she calmed down, she looked at him, and smiled. " When I think of something that's wrong I'll tell you, but for now.." She kissed him.
Starting up again, they made love for the second time.
***
" You think they're getting along, Da'" Dru asked, bouncing up and down on the couch. Giles pointed down, telling her to get off the couch, " I don't know, We'll see in the morning."
Dru jumped off, sitting down, " I think they are probably shagging like bunnies right now," She said, smiling.
Giles rolled their eyes, " I don't think that they'll be shagging if the utterly hate each other." He sat on the couch beside her, waiting for Joyce to come back from the bathroom.
" Oh come on da', you know William had this fixation with her...," Dru trailed off.
Joyce came from the upstairs, smiling , " And I'm pretty sure Buffy has a thing for him, Dru, but I don't think they are ' shagging '" Joyce air quoted with her fingers.
" Yet." Dru said, laughing. The two adults rolled their eyes a her childish matter, " Dru, Go to bed, it's late." Giles shooed.
" Okay, first is only nine, and second...It's Friday." Giles nodded, " Yes, and after Friday is Sataurday...So shove off." Dru opened her mouth to protest, and Giles gave her a look. She stormed upstairs, slamming her door.
Joyce smiled, " Kids," They both said. " You don't think they're..." Giles trailed.
" If they are....It better not be in my bed." Joyce said, Giles shrugged. " Yes...that would be quint unpleasant to know..." Joyce put her hand up , " I get the rest." They both laughed, went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
" I'll take the couch tonight, and you may have my bed." Giles said, putting some sugar into his coffee. Joyce argued with that, but Giles insisted that she'd stay in his room.
They talked about Buffy and Williams' childhood, laughing at the memory of how they used to be friends.
" Wonder what happened." Joyce wondered. He shrugged, " Have no clue, something happened, We need to find out, is all I know."
" Yeah, we need to 'get' it." Joyce replied, yawning. Giles chuckled, " Yes, we do...but I see that you're getting tired, so head of to bed." He commanded, getting up to fix the couch.
Joyce nodded, " What time should we go back to my place tomorrow?"
" If anything, early." Giles confirmed, putting the cups in the sink.
" Why early," Joyce asked, confused.
" To see if they shagged..." Giles said, chuckling. Joyce laughed. " Good night, Rupert." Giles smiled, " good Night." She left upstairs.
" Dear lord, I hope they aren't shagging..." Giles sighed.
***
TBC...
I think I used the word ' shagging' like thirty times. Anyways, REVIEW. And find out what happens in the early morning. Next on..Why Parents Don't Get It.
You know where the review button is....so don't say you couldn't!!!!!
Disclaimer- I wish.
Rating- Strong...very strong R...
Chappy 8-
" Bloody. Hell." Spike groaned between kisses, as they stood before the bed .He inhaled sharply, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest.
With a small groan, he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. He felt her try and get closer and he bodily hauled her onto his lap .The kiss grew from tender to passionate, not stopping until they absolutely had to in order to catch their breaths.
He leaned his forehead against her in order to calm himself a bit. She went back in for a kiss and he stopped her, " No...," He pulled his head back.
Confusion clouded her expressions at his deny, " What?,"
" We aren't going to do this right now," He said, loosening his grip on her slender waist.
" But...," She trailed, then meekly finished with a, " You don't want me?"
Spike ground his pelvis up against her backside, " Does this feel like I don't want you, pet?"
" Then why...," Spike place a finger to her lips to shush her, " Buffy," he said, " I want you, more than anything, but I want this to be special.,"
" I want you now, though!," She nipped his finger, pouting.
" And you'll get me soon enough, just not now." He replied, smiling.
" Soon...how soon?" She asked, smirking.
" Soon...but not now."
" No, Now..!" She argued. He chuckled, and kissed her on the lips, " Why now?"
" Why not now?" Buffy said.
" Because."
" Because why."
" Because why why?"
Spike let out a frustrated growl, then lit a candle beside them, " Just because, pet." Buffy sighed. " Then what do we do now?," He smiled slyly, " Didn't say we couldn't make out." He said pulling her in for a mind blowing -kiss.
***
Spike and Buffy were both cuddled up with each other on the bed, watching tv.The power had came back on, but they kept the lights off, except the candle that was still burning. During commercial break, they'd kiss and giggle.
" This movie sucks!," Spike exclaimed, nibbling on Buffy's neck. Her eyes were practically glued to the screen, not missing anything. They were watching some dumb movie about football. God, he hated that sport. * Why in the bleeding' hell do they call it ' football'. It has nothing to do with the bloody foot!* He thought, then said it a loud.
Buffy laughed, " That's true," she then glared at him, " Now I'm going to be awake thinking about that all night!," She pouted.
He leaned over, " Are you sure," He whispered sexily into her ear, " that's exactly what you're going to be thinking about tonight, pet?," Buffy blushed rosily.
Spike nibbled on her earlobe, " S'what I thought." He kissed her again, then went back to watching the movie.
Fifteen minutes later, Buffy was dieing from laughter. Spike was constantly criticizing the movie.
Buffy was in hysterics, and tears were literally coming to her eyes. Spike decided to stop, and then told her to calm down. She sniffled, wiping the tears, still giggling, then turned the t.v off.
" Don't do that ever again, My tummy hurts now." She said, pouting.
" Aw," He rubbed her tummy, " I'm sowwie," He said, acting like a three year old, giving her puppy eyes.
Buffy smiled, then leaned in to kiss him. The kiss became more passionate, and their hands were flying all over each other. He shed his pants, then his shirt, leaving him in boxers.
" Thought you wanted to wait for a special moment.." Buffy said, breathily. Spike grinned sheepishly, " This bloody hard on has been killing me for the past hour, can't wait no more..." He pulled her shirt over her head, and kissed her shoulder, then neck.
He ripped her white lacy bra off, and his mouth immediately attached to rosy nipple. He nibbled, bit, tugged, and sucked hard, swirling his tongue, while kneading the other breast.Then repeated his ministrations on the other, making her moan, and running her fingers through his hair.
She was marveled at the fact that it was soft, considering the fact that he bleaches it like every week.
A small part of her brain was telling her that this was wrong. That she shouldn't be screwing someone she hated, plus Angel and her had been hitting it off lately.
Oh well* tendrils of electricity were shooting from her nipples to her sex as he lavished them. Suddenly, she pulled him up, claiming his mouth, her hands scratching down his back lightly. She somehow flipped him onto his back, then licked and kissed her way down his chest like he did to her. The muscles in his stomached rolled when she dipped her tongue into his navel, and he growled, his hips jolting up. She smiled, and rubbed her cheek against the erection straining underneath his boxers. He hauled her up his body on the receiving end of a sweet, but roused kiss.
He flipped her onto her back again, kissing his way down her body. He reached the panties, quickly pulling them off. He settled himself between her legs, licking and nipping at her inner thighs before inhaling her heady scent. Separating her silken folds, his tongue flicked out against her clit. Buffy arched at his touch, hissing in pleasure.
He brought her to a quick orgasm, making her cry out in pleasure as he drew her climax out till she was limp like a noddle. He removed his boxers, reached over to his pants, and pulled out his protection, slipping it on.He then proceeded to kiss her inner thigh, then hip and over her abdomen, dipped his tongue into her navel, then continuing his way up her body.
She caught his wandering mouth with hers, tasting herself on him, and feeling his hardness against her thigh. She arched her hips up, silently begging him to feel her. He remembered that this was both, their first time, so to take it slow. He put his hand between them, positioning himself at her wet opening, the tip pushed slightly inside. He broke the kiss to look down into her eyes, his love shining out of his bright blue ones. He then used his hand to grasp hers , intertwining their fingers before he thrust into her, slowly breaking her hymen, stretching her inner walls.
Buffy felt the slight pain piercing through her, then adjusted to him. She thrust up against him in response, wrapping her legs over his hips.
His eyes rolled back at the feel of her. She was so tight, hot, and wet. He thought he spontaneously com bust. Their lips crushed together again as he moved in and out of her, building rhythm.
The fires that had always burned between them reached an inferno level, making them burst into their orgasm, yelling out each others name in ecstasy.
Their hand were still entwined, He rested his forehead against hers, both panting heavily. Sweat glistened on their bodies, casting them both in a slight glow from the light from the candle.
Their hearts hammered a staccato beat in time, as the both came down. Finally, he removed himself from her, taking off his condom and throwing it in the waste bin besides the bed. He turned them so she was cradled against his chest. His hand still holding on to hers.
Now, there was no mistake about it, he loved her. He just hoped she felt the same way.
Buffy didn't move. She couldn't get over the fact that she just made love * Had meaningless sex* she corrected. She didn't want to think it was anything more than that. But she knew it was. His eyes had shown the love, and it was pure.
Great, things are a little more confusing than they are* She closed her eyes, dismissing her thoughts. She sighed at the arms that wrapped tightly around her waist. For now, she can just pretend everything was going to be okay.
***
Spike awoke to the bed shifting around, he cracked an eye opened, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. She was awake, pacing back and forth. He frowned, something was up. He felt a slight tug in his chest at the thought that she might had been using him. He denied quickly. * She wouldn't be like that...Would she*
" Buffy," He murmured, stretching. Buffy jerked out of her thoughts, smiling at him, " Sorry if I woke you up," She said, sitting down on the bed.
He nodded, and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. She sighed, then looked down. He cocked his head, " Buffy, what wrong?"
" This is wrong...you know it; I know it." She clasped her hands, looking down at them. Spike shook his head, " No, no, it's not. You might think it is, but I don't" He said softly.
" It is..."
" Why?" He interrupted, lifting her chin up with his index finger.
Buffy looked stumped, she opened her mouth and the shut it. " It just is."
" If you can't find a reason, there is none, luv." Buffy shook her head.
" Yes, it is wrong...something, I don't know, but it..this is wrong." She explained, on the verge of crying.
He gathered her into his arms, kissing her tenderly, " No, this is right. You know it is." He felt hot tears on his chest, and whispered sweet soothing words to her.
After she calmed down, she looked at him, and smiled. " When I think of something that's wrong I'll tell you, but for now.." She kissed him.
Starting up again, they made love for the second time.
***
" You think they're getting along, Da'" Dru asked, bouncing up and down on the couch. Giles pointed down, telling her to get off the couch, " I don't know, We'll see in the morning."
Dru jumped off, sitting down, " I think they are probably shagging like bunnies right now," She said, smiling.
Giles rolled their eyes, " I don't think that they'll be shagging if the utterly hate each other." He sat on the couch beside her, waiting for Joyce to come back from the bathroom.
" Oh come on da', you know William had this fixation with her...," Dru trailed off.
Joyce came from the upstairs, smiling , " And I'm pretty sure Buffy has a thing for him, Dru, but I don't think they are ' shagging '" Joyce air quoted with her fingers.
" Yet." Dru said, laughing. The two adults rolled their eyes a her childish matter, " Dru, Go to bed, it's late." Giles shooed.
" Okay, first is only nine, and second...It's Friday." Giles nodded, " Yes, and after Friday is Sataurday...So shove off." Dru opened her mouth to protest, and Giles gave her a look. She stormed upstairs, slamming her door.
Joyce smiled, " Kids," They both said. " You don't think they're..." Giles trailed.
" If they are....It better not be in my bed." Joyce said, Giles shrugged. " Yes...that would be quint unpleasant to know..." Joyce put her hand up , " I get the rest." They both laughed, went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
" I'll take the couch tonight, and you may have my bed." Giles said, putting some sugar into his coffee. Joyce argued with that, but Giles insisted that she'd stay in his room.
They talked about Buffy and Williams' childhood, laughing at the memory of how they used to be friends.
" Wonder what happened." Joyce wondered. He shrugged, " Have no clue, something happened, We need to find out, is all I know."
" Yeah, we need to 'get' it." Joyce replied, yawning. Giles chuckled, " Yes, we do...but I see that you're getting tired, so head of to bed." He commanded, getting up to fix the couch.
Joyce nodded, " What time should we go back to my place tomorrow?"
" If anything, early." Giles confirmed, putting the cups in the sink.
" Why early," Joyce asked, confused.
" To see if they shagged..." Giles said, chuckling. Joyce laughed. " Good night, Rupert." Giles smiled, " good Night." She left upstairs.
" Dear lord, I hope they aren't shagging..." Giles sighed.
***
TBC...
I think I used the word ' shagging' like thirty times. Anyways, REVIEW. And find out what happens in the early morning. Next on..Why Parents Don't Get It.
You know where the review button is....so don't say you couldn't!!!!!