Chapter 11:
"I had no idea it was possible to make a mushy song sound that punky and still sincere," Buffy commented, frowning lightly before sipping at her drink. Spike and the rest of the band had joined her and Cordelia at the table after they were done playing. He glared at Angel and Gunn, who just grinned back at him.
"Those poofs didn't tell me that Hopelessly Addicted was originally sung by some chit. When I joined the band, they just handed me their version and told me to sing and play it. Wankers."
"Not our fault you're a dumbass," Angel retorted jokingly. Spike didn't bother responding. He just rolled his eyes at Buffy, who smiled. She was taking another sip from her drink when he leaned down close to her and whispered something in her ear. His 'comment' caused her to choke on her cocktail and he gave her a satisfied smirk as she forced the liquid down her throat.
"You can't say that in public," she scolded harshly.
"Believe I just did, love." She treated him to a murderous glance, ignoring the amused snorts from the other band members and Cordelia. "So, what do you say? Give it a try?" She looked into her drink, seemingly fascinated by its liquidy center as she blushed profusely. Then, working up her nerve, she quickly slipped on her coat, slipped out of her seat and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the exit. Just as they reached the door, he cupped a hand to his mouth and called to Xander. "Get the tab, will ya, mate?"
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One of them moaned, weren't really sure which one, as they pushed open the door of Buffy's room without breaking the fiery kiss. Spike's shirt landed on the floor with a soft woosh. The door was kicked shut and Buffy pressed against it. He nibbled the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. Her breathing became ragged as he lightly palmed her breast through her shirt.
"Spike," she whispered, gently pushing against his chest to get his attention.
"Hmm," he responded into her neck.
"What's. . .this. . .uh. . . thing called?" she panted. How was she supposed to concentrate on forming coherent questions when he kept rolling his hips against her? Oh, God. She could feel his already-straining erection pressing into her abdomen. Stupid thinking. Thinking was overrated, anyway. Who needs it?
"What thing, pet?" She smelled too good. Her scent was fogging his mind. Now, what was she talking about? Hope it wasn't anything important. He really couldn't be expected to comprehend whatever she was saying when she felt so soft and pliant. . .Mmm. . .Pliant Buffy. . .
"At. . .The Bronze. . .Choking Buffy. . .called. . .," was pretty much what she was able to force out of her throat.
"Oh. . .uh. . .right. . ." His mouth trailed down her throat to her breasts. Wait. When had her shirt come off? Oh, who cares? "Uh. . .Kama Sutra book . . .Somethin' 'bout yawning. . ."
"Probably work better on the bed, huh?"
"Wha'? Oh, right." He was somehow able to pull away from her hot, tight little body long enough to move them to the bed.
Buffy took a deep breath, attempting to clear her head of Spike so she could focus on what they were to do. She deftly unbuttoned her denim shorts, letting them slide down her long, tanned legs to the floor. He swallowed dryly at the sight of her pushing her panties off, never letting her gaze wander from his face. When he didn't move, she took the initiative, moving toward him to unbuckle his belt, then unfasten his jeans. He snapped out of his reverie when he felt the sensation of her skin on his as she pushed his pants off of him.
"Alright, love. Lay back on the bed," he commanded. She smiled briefly and did as he asked, arranging herself in a comfortable position on the pillows. He sighed and pulled a condom out of the box she kept in her nightstand, sheathing his throbbing erection in the latex casing. He then crawled onto the bed and kneeled between her knees, placing his hands on her ankles. "Relax, okay?"
She nodded, her breathing laboring again when he lifted her legs to rest her knees on his shoulders. She used her forearms to hold herself up and he positioned himself at her opening. She whimpered when, before entering her, her grasped her hands in his. He let his eyes flutter closed as he slowly inched his hips forward, piercing her so gradually that she almost cried out. When he was completely inside her, he began to pull out just as slowly as he'd entered.
His temples throbbed with the effort and self-control it took not to come right at that moment. That wouldn't have been fair to either of them. But she felt so good, her tight muscles steadily loosening around him as she molded to his size. She felt perfect. He began to pick up the pace ever so slowly. A flush crept over her sweat-slicked skin.
"Oh, God. . .Spike. . .so good. . .," she moaned softly. His grip on her hands tightened slightly. He pushed against the resistance provided by her legs pressed against his chest. Buffy could feel the blood pounding in her ears as the tension began to build in her abdomen. Her inner muscles contracted, finally clenching around him as she reached her peak. He gave one last thrust before emptying his seed into the condom.
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"Remind me to check out a book on Kama Sutra from the library, hmmm?" Buffy murmured sleepily. She snuggled deeper into Spike's shoulder and he grunted a response. Sex with Spike was tiring. But oh-so-fun. . .The thought had her grinning devilishly against his warmth.
Sleep was good. The fog surrounding his mind began to roll in a little bit closer with every passing moment. He doubted he could have gotten up if he'd wanted to. Not that he wanted to. Ever. He could stay there, cuddled up with Buffy, forever if Xander and the rest of the guys would let him. But that would never happen. . .Selfish wankers. . . That's what they were. Sodding poofters. All of them.
He was jerked out of his resentful contemplation by the feeling of a tongue traveling up his neck. A small hand closed around his flaccid penis and he moaned, eyes still closed, as he felt himself begin to grow hard again.
"Good Lord, woman. Not again. . .," he whined. He heard a diminutive whimper of unhappiness, but her slow and easy strokes didn't stop. "I don't think I can. . ." He trailed off, his vague feeling of amazement at his growing erection giving way to blinding pleasure. "Buffy. . ." Her name died in his throat when she kissed him leisurely. Her expert thumb glided over the velvety tip of him at the same time her tongue slithered between his lips to flirt with his own. His hand moved of its own volition to bury itself in her silky blonde hair.
"Buffy, are you home?" The door to her bedroom swung open and she jerked away from Spike, eyes widening guiltily. Hank Summers gaped down at his daughter, naked, in bed, with his worst enemy's son.
A/N: Hahahahahahahaha!!!! I laugh at you all!! Because I know what's going to happen any YOU don't!!! Hahahaha!!!!!! Okay, I'm done. . .Maybe just one more. Hahahahahahaha!!!!!! Okay, I swear I'm over it. Now, there was something I was going to write here. . .but what was it. . .? Uh. . . OH YEAH!!!!! You guys all have to go vote for me on Spuffy Awards and Shadows and Dust Fanfic Awards cuz I'm all nominated and stuff. Go!! Vote now!!! I wanna see some voting or I might just have to make you wait a REALLY long time to find out what happens! ;) Like I did this time (sorry about that, by the way. Stupid exams) No, seriously I wouldn't blackmail you like that. Or would I? Moohoohahaha!!!!
"I had no idea it was possible to make a mushy song sound that punky and still sincere," Buffy commented, frowning lightly before sipping at her drink. Spike and the rest of the band had joined her and Cordelia at the table after they were done playing. He glared at Angel and Gunn, who just grinned back at him.
"Those poofs didn't tell me that Hopelessly Addicted was originally sung by some chit. When I joined the band, they just handed me their version and told me to sing and play it. Wankers."
"Not our fault you're a dumbass," Angel retorted jokingly. Spike didn't bother responding. He just rolled his eyes at Buffy, who smiled. She was taking another sip from her drink when he leaned down close to her and whispered something in her ear. His 'comment' caused her to choke on her cocktail and he gave her a satisfied smirk as she forced the liquid down her throat.
"You can't say that in public," she scolded harshly.
"Believe I just did, love." She treated him to a murderous glance, ignoring the amused snorts from the other band members and Cordelia. "So, what do you say? Give it a try?" She looked into her drink, seemingly fascinated by its liquidy center as she blushed profusely. Then, working up her nerve, she quickly slipped on her coat, slipped out of her seat and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the exit. Just as they reached the door, he cupped a hand to his mouth and called to Xander. "Get the tab, will ya, mate?"
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One of them moaned, weren't really sure which one, as they pushed open the door of Buffy's room without breaking the fiery kiss. Spike's shirt landed on the floor with a soft woosh. The door was kicked shut and Buffy pressed against it. He nibbled the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. Her breathing became ragged as he lightly palmed her breast through her shirt.
"Spike," she whispered, gently pushing against his chest to get his attention.
"Hmm," he responded into her neck.
"What's. . .this. . .uh. . . thing called?" she panted. How was she supposed to concentrate on forming coherent questions when he kept rolling his hips against her? Oh, God. She could feel his already-straining erection pressing into her abdomen. Stupid thinking. Thinking was overrated, anyway. Who needs it?
"What thing, pet?" She smelled too good. Her scent was fogging his mind. Now, what was she talking about? Hope it wasn't anything important. He really couldn't be expected to comprehend whatever she was saying when she felt so soft and pliant. . .Mmm. . .Pliant Buffy. . .
"At. . .The Bronze. . .Choking Buffy. . .called. . .," was pretty much what she was able to force out of her throat.
"Oh. . .uh. . .right. . ." His mouth trailed down her throat to her breasts. Wait. When had her shirt come off? Oh, who cares? "Uh. . .Kama Sutra book . . .Somethin' 'bout yawning. . ."
"Probably work better on the bed, huh?"
"Wha'? Oh, right." He was somehow able to pull away from her hot, tight little body long enough to move them to the bed.
Buffy took a deep breath, attempting to clear her head of Spike so she could focus on what they were to do. She deftly unbuttoned her denim shorts, letting them slide down her long, tanned legs to the floor. He swallowed dryly at the sight of her pushing her panties off, never letting her gaze wander from his face. When he didn't move, she took the initiative, moving toward him to unbuckle his belt, then unfasten his jeans. He snapped out of his reverie when he felt the sensation of her skin on his as she pushed his pants off of him.
"Alright, love. Lay back on the bed," he commanded. She smiled briefly and did as he asked, arranging herself in a comfortable position on the pillows. He sighed and pulled a condom out of the box she kept in her nightstand, sheathing his throbbing erection in the latex casing. He then crawled onto the bed and kneeled between her knees, placing his hands on her ankles. "Relax, okay?"
She nodded, her breathing laboring again when he lifted her legs to rest her knees on his shoulders. She used her forearms to hold herself up and he positioned himself at her opening. She whimpered when, before entering her, her grasped her hands in his. He let his eyes flutter closed as he slowly inched his hips forward, piercing her so gradually that she almost cried out. When he was completely inside her, he began to pull out just as slowly as he'd entered.
His temples throbbed with the effort and self-control it took not to come right at that moment. That wouldn't have been fair to either of them. But she felt so good, her tight muscles steadily loosening around him as she molded to his size. She felt perfect. He began to pick up the pace ever so slowly. A flush crept over her sweat-slicked skin.
"Oh, God. . .Spike. . .so good. . .," she moaned softly. His grip on her hands tightened slightly. He pushed against the resistance provided by her legs pressed against his chest. Buffy could feel the blood pounding in her ears as the tension began to build in her abdomen. Her inner muscles contracted, finally clenching around him as she reached her peak. He gave one last thrust before emptying his seed into the condom.
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"Remind me to check out a book on Kama Sutra from the library, hmmm?" Buffy murmured sleepily. She snuggled deeper into Spike's shoulder and he grunted a response. Sex with Spike was tiring. But oh-so-fun. . .The thought had her grinning devilishly against his warmth.
Sleep was good. The fog surrounding his mind began to roll in a little bit closer with every passing moment. He doubted he could have gotten up if he'd wanted to. Not that he wanted to. Ever. He could stay there, cuddled up with Buffy, forever if Xander and the rest of the guys would let him. But that would never happen. . .Selfish wankers. . . That's what they were. Sodding poofters. All of them.
He was jerked out of his resentful contemplation by the feeling of a tongue traveling up his neck. A small hand closed around his flaccid penis and he moaned, eyes still closed, as he felt himself begin to grow hard again.
"Good Lord, woman. Not again. . .," he whined. He heard a diminutive whimper of unhappiness, but her slow and easy strokes didn't stop. "I don't think I can. . ." He trailed off, his vague feeling of amazement at his growing erection giving way to blinding pleasure. "Buffy. . ." Her name died in his throat when she kissed him leisurely. Her expert thumb glided over the velvety tip of him at the same time her tongue slithered between his lips to flirt with his own. His hand moved of its own volition to bury itself in her silky blonde hair.
"Buffy, are you home?" The door to her bedroom swung open and she jerked away from Spike, eyes widening guiltily. Hank Summers gaped down at his daughter, naked, in bed, with his worst enemy's son.
A/N: Hahahahahahahaha!!!! I laugh at you all!! Because I know what's going to happen any YOU don't!!! Hahahaha!!!!!! Okay, I'm done. . .Maybe just one more. Hahahahahahaha!!!!!! Okay, I swear I'm over it. Now, there was something I was going to write here. . .but what was it. . .? Uh. . . OH YEAH!!!!! You guys all have to go vote for me on Spuffy Awards and Shadows and Dust Fanfic Awards cuz I'm all nominated and stuff. Go!! Vote now!!! I wanna see some voting or I might just have to make you wait a REALLY long time to find out what happens! ;) Like I did this time (sorry about that, by the way. Stupid exams) No, seriously I wouldn't blackmail you like that. Or would I? Moohoohahaha!!!!