Chapter Thirteen:
By PassionFish
A/N: Thanks to Marsters' Girl for beta-ing this chapter!
-- Day Seventy --
"This is amazing." Buffy whispered to Spike as they were ushered, arm in arm, in to their own private theatre box.
"Enjoy the play, m'lady, sir." Spike smiled politely at the boy, tipping him a healthy five pounds. The boy gasped his thanks in awe as he accepted the tip, before remembering himself and leaving appropriately, closing the heavy velvet curtains behind him.
"And look!" Buffy squealed. "Mini binoculars!"
Spike chuckled at her exuberance, "You definitely look the part, pet."
"It's like some period drama...I love all the outfits...and this dress!"
The blonde vampire secretly agreed with her, as he watched the slayer lean over the box edge, her bottom bouncing softly in her seat in her excitement. The cut of the dress thrust her breasts to the sky, showing more cleavage than most of her outfits back home. Spike licked his lips appreciatively, just retaining his instinctive urge to touch her. Just.
Buffy grinned, wriggling in her giddiness as she watched the theatre fill. Spike smiled at his lover's wide eyes and happy expression.
Beyond them, they play began and Buffy cooed softly before settling down to enjoy it. This was the kinda of thing that she thought she would never be able to experience. It was a murder mystery, set in a society house, one dark and stormy night. The theatre was packed, but in their own private box she was unaware of the stuffiness.
Darkness fell, and the sound of thunder crashed around the room, and the first player walked out on to the stage.
Spike's eyes glazed over as he ran them hotly down the Slayer's tightly encased body. He groaned as she shifted, her breasts bouncing prettily at the movement. He felt himself harden beneath his clothes and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat with the effort it took not to reach out and just grab her. Totally unaware of her husband's 'state', Buffy continued to allow herself to be enthralled by the story.
The play was getting underway, but the plot was lost on the vampire as he stared openly at the beauty beside him. Enraptured by her excitement in the theatrical experience, his hands unconsciously reached out to touch her.
Buffy was unsure if it was her mass of underskirts, her absorption in her surroundings, or simply Spike's feather-like touch that had masked the exploration of her lover's roaming fingers until it was too late.
"My god, have you seen-aaahhh, SPIKE!" Buffy's whisper erupted into a shriek, as she felt cool fingers slide in between her bare thighs.
Several heads turned briefly to the slayer and vampire, disapproving eyes glaring at the young couple, before returning to the stage. Buffy blushed furiously, too mortified to stop the vampire tugging at her until it was too late. They soon ended upon the floor, a tangle of limbs and expensive clothing.
"SP-" Her second shrike of the night was cut off by his demanding tongue as it swept into her mouth tugging and pulling hers into a passionate kiss.
Buffy moaned deep in her throat as the vampire hooked his arms beneath her skirts; his hands massaging her ass with strong, sure strokes that sent tingles of lust straight to her core. She wriggled beneath his ministrations, her body arching into his, as his hips thrust into hers; driving his erection between her thighs.
His lips slid wetly from hers, finally allowing her to breathe. They travelled down her throat, his tongue tickling the sensitive skin that it discovered as his hands continued to reek havoc further south.
"So fucking beautiful..." He murmured reverently into her scented skin, as his mouth paid homage to the top of her up thrust breasts.
Buffy writhed beneath his ministrations, arching into his dual attack on her body. Her hands were at his shoulders, unconsciously kneading the taught muscles they encountered in pure need.
His hands slid from her skirts and she moaned her loss until they continued their path up her body, undoing the catches to the front of her tight dress. Spike gasped in delight as her breasts finally spilled free, his cool mouth immediately covering one pouting nipple.
Buffy's hands slid into her hair, her fingers twinning in the light brown locks to hold his mouth to her heated flesh. Her eyes rolled to the sky, absently trailing the intricate patterns on the ceiling as the vampire switched sides; his tongue encircling the hardened pink bud, before his blunt teeth tugged at her skin playfully.
Below them the play continued, none of the guests any the wiser.
Her previously comparatively idle hands finally began to work again, and they slid down his chest, pushing open the buttons of his crisp, white dress-shirt to reveal pale, sculpted skin. Spike groaned low in his throat, as soft fingers flicked over his sensitive skin, naughty hands pinching his nipples hard, before he was flung on to his back. He gazed up at the very aroused slayer through heavy-lidded eyes, and growled softly at the passion he could see in her expressive hazel orbs.
Her hands gripped his wrists, applying just the right amount of pressure that she knew would cause his cock to surge to life. Spike growled louder as she straddled his body, her hot, wet core rubbing into his stomach muscles. He shifted his hips up, trying to lower her on to him through several layers of clothing but Buffy pushed him back, her mouth attacking his.
He moaned as Buffy shifted her weight to gain better access to his mouth and resulted in rubbing herself further into his body. Her teeth tugged his lower lip into her mouth, biting it gently; causing him to growl. Her tongue swept into his mouth, taking control as both her hands came up to hold his face to her.
The vampire quickly used his suddenly free hands to his advantage, sliding them under his Slayer's mass of skirts; nimble fingers undoing and flinging away her final undergarment before seeking out her heat. Buffy surged against him as two cool fingers slid inside her and his thumb circled her clit. She groaned loudly, thrusting herself down on to his undulating fingers, whimpering in need.
As the pressure between her thighs built to indescribable heights, she bit down on his lip to stop herself from screaming her pleasure to the world...or in this case the theatre house. Spike growled as she collapsed on his chest, panting loudly, her mouth absently sucking the droplets of blood she'd formed during her euphoria.
Giving her no time to recover, her lover flipped her on to her back, toppling one of the chairs as he did so; but neither noticed - too involved in the other to worry or care about the disturbance they were causing.
So involved in the other, that they didn't even sense the brief appearance of the usher Spike had so healthily tipped, coming to check out the crash. Nor did they hear his squeak of surprise, or his sure resealing of their curtains to ensure no further interruptions came to the obviously enamoured couple.
One of Spike's hands flew to his fly, and he undid himself with surprisingly shaky fingers. Buffy moaned appreciatively as he was released, her still limp body unable to do anymore than gaze upon her lovers' perfection.
With a low growl of pure pleasure, Spike's sank into her heat, capturing her lips at the same moment so as to swallow their combined moans of completion. He rose up, before slamming back inside her, his hard chest crushing her bouncing breasts with the movement.
As they continued to move together, Buffy's legs rose to awkwardly wrap themselves around his waist in order to allow him better access to her body. Her efforts were hampered by her excessive dress in which, she was still mostly attired.
Sweat poured from both their bodies as they writhed against one another, their heavy breaths and heated murmurs only just under the radar of the majority of would-be listeners.
Buffy felt the pressure build once more, and tingled in excitement of the high she was sure to receive. Her movements became jerkier as she strove toward her release. Spike growled, thrusting harder as he felt both their bodies begin to tighten.
Lights soared. Doors swung open. Waves crashed against the shore. And shooting stars flew through the sky.
Buffy flung back her neck, opened her mouth and screamed her pleasure to the world. She barely felt Spike follow her moments later as she slumped beneath him.
Fortunately for the pair, their moment of release had coincided with the murder of Lady Cartwright on stage and darkness enveloped the theatre, with the audience non-the wiser.
Spike slowly lifted his head to gaze down at the blonde beauty beneath him. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes and lowered his lips to hers.
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Present Day...
"Okay, so...diet coke: two, diet coke and rum, beer, funny fruit drink and a bloody large scotch for me!" Spike recounted the drink order to the group for the tenth time, before running off before they could change their minds once more.
Buffy smiled as she watched her husbands' ass weave it's way through the crowd before finally finding itself out of sight. She reluctantly turned back to the group.
"So I says to Mabel, I says..."
"Xander, not every story can start like that." Cordy frowned at her boyfriend, who just kissed her.
"So, Buffy, when you guys moving in?" Willow tried to continue the conversation over the sloppy kissing.
"I think, in about a week. The estate-y person needs the money to go through and paper work, blah, blah, blah..." Buffy smiled as her vampire returned, and happily took her diet coke and rum. "But soon though, so I can start spending Spike's money." She joked.
"It's our money, ducks." He murmured, as he dished out the drinks.
"You need some help with packing and stuff?" Will asked, smiling at Spike as she accepted her diet coke as well. Oz tipped his beer to the vamp in silent thanks. Cordy and Xander had yet to resurface, much to the collective disgust of the group.
"Yeah." Buffy unconsciously sat up a bit further to allow her husband better access to her, as he sat down next to her. "That would be great - I was thinking we could have a movie night once we're all in...and got a TV."
Willow nodded her agreement with a smile to match the slayers. "TV is good."
"It's quite the in thing." Oz agreed monotonously.
"Anyway, that's the plan - you know, apocalypse pending!"
"What was?" Xander asked when they came up for air.
"TV. Moving. House. Ours." Buffy recounted for him.
"Ahhh..." Xander nodded, non-the-wiser.
"When's the Watcher getting back?" Spike asked, taking a sip of his beer, which he'd substituted due to the lack of good scotch, and slipped an arm around his wife.
Buffy sighed happily as she snuggled against him, "Tomorrow. Said he found something good."
"Something watcher-good? Or something actually good?" Xander questioned.
"No idea. Probably the first one." Buffy shrugged helplessly.
Xander suggested. "So party tonight? Evil demon tomorrow."
"Pretty much - wanna dance?" Buffy swung her head towards her husband in question. Buffy smiled at Willow as they left for the dance floor, giggling as the redhead mouthed the words: 'Be good' at her.
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