Title: Beauty Isn't Everything
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share an intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain. But, I do own Dylan. Yay me. LoL.
.:a/n:. Yeah, so I'm going to kind of cut back on the descriptive, and make it quicker. Yep. I cannot write sex parts for shit, so please, bear with me till its over. Anyways, enjoy.
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Buffy continued kissing Spike as she reached her hand down to unzip his pants. Once his were off, she went to work on hers. Spike rolled them over, so that he was now on top of her and slid down her body. He brought her panties down with him, taking them off. Gently, he spread her thighs apart further and looked up into her eyes.
"Are you sure about this luv? There's no going back now," he said.
"Positive. I want you Spike."
He smiled and inserted a finger into her wet core. She moaned in delight, begging him for more. Gently, he slid a second finger in and she began to thrust her hips in tune with him.
She could feel herself nearing her peak. "Spike," she moaned, letting out a scream as she orgasmed, her juices covering Spike's fingers. He pulled them out of her and licked the substance from his fingers.
He slid back up her, connecting her lips with his. She could taste herself in his mouth. Surprisingly to her, it turned her on even more. Spike pulled back from her, staring into her green eyes.
"I want you inside of me," she said. "Please Spike, I need you."
Spike leaned down and kissed her as he gently thrusted himself inside her. They both moaned in pleasure. Buffy hadn't experience anything like it, and she didn't want to with anyone else. She couldn't imagine herself letting anyone else be inside her than Spike.
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Buffy opened her eyes to see Spike's bare chest beneath her. Smiling, she carefully sat up, trying not to wake him. Wrapping herself in the sheet, she went to stand up, but felt herself being pulled back down. Spike's lips kissed her neck as she fell into his arms. Letting out a small laugh, Buffy turned, catching his lips in hers.
"Morning luv," he whispered.
"Morning Spike." She leaned in against him and glanced over at the clock that sat on the dresser. "Shit, it's almost seven. I have to get back to the hotel."
She stood up in a hurry, collecting her earlier abandoned clothes. She threw them on, then walked over to the mirror and fixed her hair. She looked back at Spike who was putting his pants on and couldn't help but admire his perfectly shaped bottom.
He turned around once his pants were fully on, catching her. "Like that pet?" She just nodded. "Are we on for tonight?"
Her smile faded and a frown replaced it. "I . . . I'm leaving tonight," she said.
"Right. Me too."
The two both stared at the ground, before Buffy spoke. "WE have to get . . ."
"Back, right," he said, finishing her sentence. Spike threw on his shirt before grabbing his keys and heading out the door behind Buffy.
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share an intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain. But, I do own Dylan. Yay me. LoL.
.:a/n:. Yeah, so I'm going to kind of cut back on the descriptive, and make it quicker. Yep. I cannot write sex parts for shit, so please, bear with me till its over. Anyways, enjoy.
~~**~~
Buffy continued kissing Spike as she reached her hand down to unzip his pants. Once his were off, she went to work on hers. Spike rolled them over, so that he was now on top of her and slid down her body. He brought her panties down with him, taking them off. Gently, he spread her thighs apart further and looked up into her eyes.
"Are you sure about this luv? There's no going back now," he said.
"Positive. I want you Spike."
He smiled and inserted a finger into her wet core. She moaned in delight, begging him for more. Gently, he slid a second finger in and she began to thrust her hips in tune with him.
She could feel herself nearing her peak. "Spike," she moaned, letting out a scream as she orgasmed, her juices covering Spike's fingers. He pulled them out of her and licked the substance from his fingers.
He slid back up her, connecting her lips with his. She could taste herself in his mouth. Surprisingly to her, it turned her on even more. Spike pulled back from her, staring into her green eyes.
"I want you inside of me," she said. "Please Spike, I need you."
Spike leaned down and kissed her as he gently thrusted himself inside her. They both moaned in pleasure. Buffy hadn't experience anything like it, and she didn't want to with anyone else. She couldn't imagine herself letting anyone else be inside her than Spike.
~~**~~
Buffy opened her eyes to see Spike's bare chest beneath her. Smiling, she carefully sat up, trying not to wake him. Wrapping herself in the sheet, she went to stand up, but felt herself being pulled back down. Spike's lips kissed her neck as she fell into his arms. Letting out a small laugh, Buffy turned, catching his lips in hers.
"Morning luv," he whispered.
"Morning Spike." She leaned in against him and glanced over at the clock that sat on the dresser. "Shit, it's almost seven. I have to get back to the hotel."
She stood up in a hurry, collecting her earlier abandoned clothes. She threw them on, then walked over to the mirror and fixed her hair. She looked back at Spike who was putting his pants on and couldn't help but admire his perfectly shaped bottom.
He turned around once his pants were fully on, catching her. "Like that pet?" She just nodded. "Are we on for tonight?"
Her smile faded and a frown replaced it. "I . . . I'm leaving tonight," she said.
"Right. Me too."
The two both stared at the ground, before Buffy spoke. "WE have to get . . ."
"Back, right," he said, finishing her sentence. Spike threw on his shirt before grabbing his keys and heading out the door behind Buffy.