First things first. Thanks for the reviews! This entire chapter is nothing
but smutty Spuffy goodness. I got up in the mood to write Spuffy today. As
usual, I own nothing. All belongs to Joss. Now, on with the story(well,
smut).
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Buzz buzz buzz buzz whack! 'Another alarm clock bites the dust.'
"Morning comes too early." Buffy complained snuggling back down into the covers and Spike's waiting arms.
"I don't think mornings would work any later in the day luv" He purred into her ear just before he began nibbling on said ear.
"Ha ha. Think we're funny this morning do we." There had to be better comebacks than that, she just couldn't think straight while he was doing that. But who wanted to think when he was doing that? At an agonizingly slow pace he nibbled and kissed and licked his way down to her neck, moving to her collar bone, maneuvering himself around so he was on top of her. Slowly descending so that his face was between her bare breasts, a hand manipulating each so that his thumbs rubbed over each nipple in time as he continued to lick and nip at the flesh he held in his palms.
All the while Buffy's fingers played in the loose curls adorning the top of his head, her legs moving up and down along his sides as her feet curled at the sensation of what he was doing to her.
A moan escaped her mouth as his hands tightened then loosened their hold and he kissed his way down her flat stomach around her navel and slowing as he moved lower. The noises she made when he touched her were music to his ears. Torture, that's what she had said it was when he did this so slowly, He loved this kind of torture even more than the kind that had made him infamous throughout Europe.
He could feel her body tremble with anticipation as he lowered his mouth to her throbbing clit. Shivers emanated from where his lips touched her. Slightly blowing across the swollen flesh and sliding two fingers into her moist heat as if to offer her some degree of release. His reward was another moan and what sounded like a growl. 'That's my girl' Taking the little mound between blunt teeth and teasing it with his tongue. Mewls began escaping her as she neared her climax. Her hands that had been loosely playing in his hair before were now massaging in steady rhythm along with his tongue and fingers. The tingles began in her pelvis where Spike's mouth was so skillfully at work. Suddenly her entire body was engulfed in what she was certain was all- consuming flames.
"Spi-eke" was all she would manage as the final wave hit her.
Trailing kisses back up her stomach and chest, he made his way to her neck and up her jaw line. He balanced himself above so that he could see her face. She smiled a very satisfied smile as her hands caressed his arms.
"How's that for a wake up call luv?" he began kissing her again.
"Sure beats any alarm clock I've ever had." She answered in between kisses.
She smiled, reaching a hand up and tugging him back down to her for a kiss. Deepening the kiss, inhaling the scent of herself on him, she wrapped both legs around his waist and pulled him towards her. "Want me?" she whispered in his ear..
"Always want you" he pulled back, looking in her eyes.
"Then have me, all of me" lifting her hips up to meet his.
As he entered her they both lost their breath at the marvel of how it always felt when they became one. It was always the same, but they would never tire of it. Explosive but at the same time genuinely affectionate, like the spontaneous combustion of two souls. Each movement sent new sensations through each of them.
Spike rolled them so that Buffy was on top of him. Her immediate response was to lean back placing her hands on his ankles and shimmy herself around him. She could feel the muscles in his legs tighten. A guttural sound came from Spike as she pulled herself forward again. She hovered over him as he gripped her hips and began hard thrusts upward. She began to meet his thrusts with her own movements and soon she felt the tingles begin again. At the height of her climax Spike joined her in his own release. She collapsed on top of him as her orgasm relinquished its hold on her.
A few moments passed before either moved.
"Spike?"
"Yes luv?"
Propping herself up on his chest, Buffy grinned like the cat that ate the canary
"I'm gonna have to start eating my Wheaties again if our mornings are going to start like this everyday."
There was that trademark smirk of his again
"Too much for ya huh? Well, I guess I could hold back a little next time, or we could take tomorrow mornin' off if you can't keep up luv"
"Oh I can keep up alright" determined to set the record straight, she wriggled her ass as she leaned down to kiss him, starting the whole thing over again.
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Two hours later
"You know luv, at some point we do need to get up." Spike was beginning to get hungry. His stomach making it very evident when it growled loudly.
"What time is it?" Sitting up sleepily, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
Reaching for his watch on the nightstand
"If Nibblet set the time on my watch correctly, it's 8:00. What time were we supposed to be at breakfast this morning to discuss travel plans? Wonder why they didn't come and get us?"
"They didn't come looking for us because Willow and Dawn don't want to intrude and Xander would rather not admit to himself what we're doing." Chuckling under her breath at the thought of Spike answering the door for Xander in, what had become his cover of choice while in their room, a towel.
"We were supposed to be there an hour ago. I need a shower, want to help." Smiling at him seductively.
"I think that would impede our actually leaving this room sometime today." Swatting her behind as she passed by him on her way to her suitcase.
"Party pooper." She flipped her hair at him as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Spike couldn't help grinning inwardly. 'I've created a monster' lucky me.
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In the bathroom
They should be on the road to Modesto by now. They were late.
Late. Oh my God! She would surely be 'late' in a couple of weeks. She and Spike had been . . . for . . . days . . . and he was human. . . which meant his little swimmers were. . . . swimming!
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Buzz buzz buzz buzz whack! 'Another alarm clock bites the dust.'
"Morning comes too early." Buffy complained snuggling back down into the covers and Spike's waiting arms.
"I don't think mornings would work any later in the day luv" He purred into her ear just before he began nibbling on said ear.
"Ha ha. Think we're funny this morning do we." There had to be better comebacks than that, she just couldn't think straight while he was doing that. But who wanted to think when he was doing that? At an agonizingly slow pace he nibbled and kissed and licked his way down to her neck, moving to her collar bone, maneuvering himself around so he was on top of her. Slowly descending so that his face was between her bare breasts, a hand manipulating each so that his thumbs rubbed over each nipple in time as he continued to lick and nip at the flesh he held in his palms.
All the while Buffy's fingers played in the loose curls adorning the top of his head, her legs moving up and down along his sides as her feet curled at the sensation of what he was doing to her.
A moan escaped her mouth as his hands tightened then loosened their hold and he kissed his way down her flat stomach around her navel and slowing as he moved lower. The noises she made when he touched her were music to his ears. Torture, that's what she had said it was when he did this so slowly, He loved this kind of torture even more than the kind that had made him infamous throughout Europe.
He could feel her body tremble with anticipation as he lowered his mouth to her throbbing clit. Shivers emanated from where his lips touched her. Slightly blowing across the swollen flesh and sliding two fingers into her moist heat as if to offer her some degree of release. His reward was another moan and what sounded like a growl. 'That's my girl' Taking the little mound between blunt teeth and teasing it with his tongue. Mewls began escaping her as she neared her climax. Her hands that had been loosely playing in his hair before were now massaging in steady rhythm along with his tongue and fingers. The tingles began in her pelvis where Spike's mouth was so skillfully at work. Suddenly her entire body was engulfed in what she was certain was all- consuming flames.
"Spi-eke" was all she would manage as the final wave hit her.
Trailing kisses back up her stomach and chest, he made his way to her neck and up her jaw line. He balanced himself above so that he could see her face. She smiled a very satisfied smile as her hands caressed his arms.
"How's that for a wake up call luv?" he began kissing her again.
"Sure beats any alarm clock I've ever had." She answered in between kisses.
She smiled, reaching a hand up and tugging him back down to her for a kiss. Deepening the kiss, inhaling the scent of herself on him, she wrapped both legs around his waist and pulled him towards her. "Want me?" she whispered in his ear..
"Always want you" he pulled back, looking in her eyes.
"Then have me, all of me" lifting her hips up to meet his.
As he entered her they both lost their breath at the marvel of how it always felt when they became one. It was always the same, but they would never tire of it. Explosive but at the same time genuinely affectionate, like the spontaneous combustion of two souls. Each movement sent new sensations through each of them.
Spike rolled them so that Buffy was on top of him. Her immediate response was to lean back placing her hands on his ankles and shimmy herself around him. She could feel the muscles in his legs tighten. A guttural sound came from Spike as she pulled herself forward again. She hovered over him as he gripped her hips and began hard thrusts upward. She began to meet his thrusts with her own movements and soon she felt the tingles begin again. At the height of her climax Spike joined her in his own release. She collapsed on top of him as her orgasm relinquished its hold on her.
A few moments passed before either moved.
"Spike?"
"Yes luv?"
Propping herself up on his chest, Buffy grinned like the cat that ate the canary
"I'm gonna have to start eating my Wheaties again if our mornings are going to start like this everyday."
There was that trademark smirk of his again
"Too much for ya huh? Well, I guess I could hold back a little next time, or we could take tomorrow mornin' off if you can't keep up luv"
"Oh I can keep up alright" determined to set the record straight, she wriggled her ass as she leaned down to kiss him, starting the whole thing over again.
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Two hours later
"You know luv, at some point we do need to get up." Spike was beginning to get hungry. His stomach making it very evident when it growled loudly.
"What time is it?" Sitting up sleepily, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
Reaching for his watch on the nightstand
"If Nibblet set the time on my watch correctly, it's 8:00. What time were we supposed to be at breakfast this morning to discuss travel plans? Wonder why they didn't come and get us?"
"They didn't come looking for us because Willow and Dawn don't want to intrude and Xander would rather not admit to himself what we're doing." Chuckling under her breath at the thought of Spike answering the door for Xander in, what had become his cover of choice while in their room, a towel.
"We were supposed to be there an hour ago. I need a shower, want to help." Smiling at him seductively.
"I think that would impede our actually leaving this room sometime today." Swatting her behind as she passed by him on her way to her suitcase.
"Party pooper." She flipped her hair at him as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Spike couldn't help grinning inwardly. 'I've created a monster' lucky me.
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In the bathroom
They should be on the road to Modesto by now. They were late.
Late. Oh my God! She would surely be 'late' in a couple of weeks. She and Spike had been . . . for . . . days . . . and he was human. . . which meant his little swimmers were. . . . swimming!