A/n: Re...view...please...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, so dont sue!
~!~!~Summers' Residence~!~!~
As the hot water hit the blonds skin, she was forced to hold back a satisfied moan that was begging for release. She just wanted to forget what had happened, but she couldn't let go; she had to get out of the house for a couple of hours. 'I'll go patrol' she said to herself as she stepped out of the shower.
She quickly dried off, wrapped the towel around her petite body, and walked over to her room. An exasperated sigh left her mouth from the sight of her room: sleeping bags and clothing everywhere. 'I guess that's what you get when you have 20 girls living in one house'. Buffy walked over to her closet, grabbed a pair of black jeans, and a dark blue tank top. She laid the items on her bed, and walked over to her dresser, tripping a few times along the way. She threw on a black bra and matching underwear. Sighing contently, she walked over to her bed, put on the pants and shirt, walked over to her mirror, and put her hair up in a messy bun.
'Buffy, going somewhere?' Xander asked, seeing her coming down the stairs bathed and dressed.
'Yeah, I'm gonna go patrol for a bit...I'll be back soon' The blond walked over to the coat hanger by the door, grabbed her dark blue denim jacket, and put it on.
'Would you like some company?'
'No, uhh...I just wanna be alone right now...I'll be back later...' She checked she had a stake in her inner pocket, opened the front door and closed it behind her.
Buffy wondered the streets until she realized she was at the cemetery. 'How the hell do I always end up here? I just dont get it...' she said to herself as she started to walk between the tombstones. As she was walking, she spotted Spike's crypt from the corner of her eye. Without even thinking, she started walking towards the front door. When she got there, she started to put her hand on the knob, then stopped. 'I can't do this...it's exactly what he wants.' The blond stood there staring at the door for a moment, then turned, and walked away slowly.
~!~!~Spike's Crypt~!~!~
They kissed furiously for moments on end. Faith moved her hands from clutching Spike's tight black t-shirt tightly to around his neck, and held for dear life. Their tongues battled against each other roughly, and slight groans and moans came from both of them. Spike couldn't take the heat much longer, he wanted to taste all of her.
With that, he moved his hands from her waist, to her ass, and grabbed it, lifting her up; she had nothing to do but wrap her legs around Spike's waist, which is exactly what he wanted. Faith gasped slightly against his mouth when she felt just how much he really wanted her; Spike had to smile because he was loving the way she was melting against him, and it felt so good. He let out a loud groan against her mouth when she started wriggling against him, which made her smile because she felt him grow harder with every little move she made.
'I....cant...take...this...any...more...' was all he could say. He took her, and pushed her up against the wall, parallel to his bed. But since her legs were tightly around him, he went along with her.
'You know you want this Spike...'
'That's besides the basic point slaya...'
'No, that's the exact point...' she pulled his head to hers and rested it against her forehead. Her eyes traveled down his body, to where his shirt was tucked into his pants. She looked back up at his eyes, smiled devilishly, and looked back down.
'What are you doin?'
'Heh...you'll see...' her hands left the back of his neck and traveled down his sides. She stopped at his belt loops, and pulled his lower body straight up against hers. 'I need some type of way to stay up with out putting my legs down.' Since he was so close to her, he put his hands at the sides of her head. Her hands traveled back up slightly, and tugged on his shirt until it came out of his pants. She pulled it up and motioned for him to lift his arms. He did as he was told, and she lifted the shirt over his head and arms and threw it off to the side. Spike kept his arms up momentarily after she took his shirt off, and groaned slightly when she took her hands and ran them down his arms, to his chest. He put his arms back to where they were before and looked her in the eyes; they were full of lust and hunger, just as his were.
She put her hands back around his neck, and kissed him passionately. His hands left the sides of her head, and traveled down her body. She moaned slightly against his mouth; as she did this, she opened her mouth slightly, giving Spike access to the rest of her mouth. His tongue snaked ever so slowly into her mouth, and played with hers. His hands traveled down the sides of her body, and to her ass again. Instead of just stopping there, they continued down to the back of her thighs, and back up to her ass. As he did this, Faith's hands roamed his chest and stomach, then to his back. She ran her nails up and down his spine, leaving a light red trail after. Spike continued rubbing between her ass and thighs for a moment, and then traveled up and under her shirt, and rubbed his rough hands against her silky smooth skin. She's so smooth and warm he thought to himself.
Faith's hands left his back, and traveled back to his chest, and up to his shoulders. Their tongues continued to battle against each other in a frenzy. Spike couldn't take it any longer, he had to know...his hands moved to her flat stomach and rubbed it for a short time. He then took her shirt and pulled it up and off, throwing it off to the side with his shirt. He took her arms and put them at her sides, and broke their kiss. Both of them panting, stared at each other. Neither of them wanted to speak, they didn't want to ruin the moment, its was too wonderful.
Spike was the first to speak, 'I want you...'
Faith smiled in response, 'Good, because the feeling's mutual' she brought his mouth to hers once more, and kissed him. After a few moments like that, Faith pushed off the wall hard with her back, and they stumbled backwards, onto Spike's bed, Faith landing on top. She sat up, and adjusted herself so that she was straddling his waist. He looked up at her, and wanted to die, again, then and there; just by the way he was looking at her, made Faith smile.
She scooted down a bit, so that she was straddling his knees. Spike put his head back, lying it flat against the bed, closed his eyes, and waited for what was to come next. She looked at his closed eyes and smiled devilishly. Her hands roamed his chest and his six pack. I wanna have some good 'ol fashioned kinky sex she thought to herself. She leaned forward and started to nibble and lick his ear. This made the blond vamp suck in a very sharp breath. 'Dont worry, I'm gonna make this a night you'll never forget'.
A/n: OOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOo what'll happen next?! ~_^
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, so dont sue!
~!~!~Summers' Residence~!~!~
As the hot water hit the blonds skin, she was forced to hold back a satisfied moan that was begging for release. She just wanted to forget what had happened, but she couldn't let go; she had to get out of the house for a couple of hours. 'I'll go patrol' she said to herself as she stepped out of the shower.
She quickly dried off, wrapped the towel around her petite body, and walked over to her room. An exasperated sigh left her mouth from the sight of her room: sleeping bags and clothing everywhere. 'I guess that's what you get when you have 20 girls living in one house'. Buffy walked over to her closet, grabbed a pair of black jeans, and a dark blue tank top. She laid the items on her bed, and walked over to her dresser, tripping a few times along the way. She threw on a black bra and matching underwear. Sighing contently, she walked over to her bed, put on the pants and shirt, walked over to her mirror, and put her hair up in a messy bun.
'Buffy, going somewhere?' Xander asked, seeing her coming down the stairs bathed and dressed.
'Yeah, I'm gonna go patrol for a bit...I'll be back soon' The blond walked over to the coat hanger by the door, grabbed her dark blue denim jacket, and put it on.
'Would you like some company?'
'No, uhh...I just wanna be alone right now...I'll be back later...' She checked she had a stake in her inner pocket, opened the front door and closed it behind her.
Buffy wondered the streets until she realized she was at the cemetery. 'How the hell do I always end up here? I just dont get it...' she said to herself as she started to walk between the tombstones. As she was walking, she spotted Spike's crypt from the corner of her eye. Without even thinking, she started walking towards the front door. When she got there, she started to put her hand on the knob, then stopped. 'I can't do this...it's exactly what he wants.' The blond stood there staring at the door for a moment, then turned, and walked away slowly.
~!~!~Spike's Crypt~!~!~
They kissed furiously for moments on end. Faith moved her hands from clutching Spike's tight black t-shirt tightly to around his neck, and held for dear life. Their tongues battled against each other roughly, and slight groans and moans came from both of them. Spike couldn't take the heat much longer, he wanted to taste all of her.
With that, he moved his hands from her waist, to her ass, and grabbed it, lifting her up; she had nothing to do but wrap her legs around Spike's waist, which is exactly what he wanted. Faith gasped slightly against his mouth when she felt just how much he really wanted her; Spike had to smile because he was loving the way she was melting against him, and it felt so good. He let out a loud groan against her mouth when she started wriggling against him, which made her smile because she felt him grow harder with every little move she made.
'I....cant...take...this...any...more...' was all he could say. He took her, and pushed her up against the wall, parallel to his bed. But since her legs were tightly around him, he went along with her.
'You know you want this Spike...'
'That's besides the basic point slaya...'
'No, that's the exact point...' she pulled his head to hers and rested it against her forehead. Her eyes traveled down his body, to where his shirt was tucked into his pants. She looked back up at his eyes, smiled devilishly, and looked back down.
'What are you doin?'
'Heh...you'll see...' her hands left the back of his neck and traveled down his sides. She stopped at his belt loops, and pulled his lower body straight up against hers. 'I need some type of way to stay up with out putting my legs down.' Since he was so close to her, he put his hands at the sides of her head. Her hands traveled back up slightly, and tugged on his shirt until it came out of his pants. She pulled it up and motioned for him to lift his arms. He did as he was told, and she lifted the shirt over his head and arms and threw it off to the side. Spike kept his arms up momentarily after she took his shirt off, and groaned slightly when she took her hands and ran them down his arms, to his chest. He put his arms back to where they were before and looked her in the eyes; they were full of lust and hunger, just as his were.
She put her hands back around his neck, and kissed him passionately. His hands left the sides of her head, and traveled down her body. She moaned slightly against his mouth; as she did this, she opened her mouth slightly, giving Spike access to the rest of her mouth. His tongue snaked ever so slowly into her mouth, and played with hers. His hands traveled down the sides of her body, and to her ass again. Instead of just stopping there, they continued down to the back of her thighs, and back up to her ass. As he did this, Faith's hands roamed his chest and stomach, then to his back. She ran her nails up and down his spine, leaving a light red trail after. Spike continued rubbing between her ass and thighs for a moment, and then traveled up and under her shirt, and rubbed his rough hands against her silky smooth skin. She's so smooth and warm he thought to himself.
Faith's hands left his back, and traveled back to his chest, and up to his shoulders. Their tongues continued to battle against each other in a frenzy. Spike couldn't take it any longer, he had to know...his hands moved to her flat stomach and rubbed it for a short time. He then took her shirt and pulled it up and off, throwing it off to the side with his shirt. He took her arms and put them at her sides, and broke their kiss. Both of them panting, stared at each other. Neither of them wanted to speak, they didn't want to ruin the moment, its was too wonderful.
Spike was the first to speak, 'I want you...'
Faith smiled in response, 'Good, because the feeling's mutual' she brought his mouth to hers once more, and kissed him. After a few moments like that, Faith pushed off the wall hard with her back, and they stumbled backwards, onto Spike's bed, Faith landing on top. She sat up, and adjusted herself so that she was straddling his waist. He looked up at her, and wanted to die, again, then and there; just by the way he was looking at her, made Faith smile.
She scooted down a bit, so that she was straddling his knees. Spike put his head back, lying it flat against the bed, closed his eyes, and waited for what was to come next. She looked at his closed eyes and smiled devilishly. Her hands roamed his chest and his six pack. I wanna have some good 'ol fashioned kinky sex she thought to herself. She leaned forward and started to nibble and lick his ear. This made the blond vamp suck in a very sharp breath. 'Dont worry, I'm gonna make this a night you'll never forget'.
A/n: OOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOo what'll happen next?! ~_^