Chapter 23: Surprises, Surprises
The two girls giggled at each other's jokes while they approached their boyfriends on a bench, hands carrying cans of soda. Willow handed one can to Xander and Buffy did the same to Spike.
"Thanks, luv." The bleached young man winked and accepted the soda from Buffy after he carefully placed his guitar on the wooden table he was sitting on. Taking a sip from his can, he remembered something he wanted to show his girlfriend.
"Oh, I've something to show you…" He put his soda down and retrieved his guitar. Buffy's face lit up, taking an interest as she seated herself next to him. Setting his instrument to the right tune, he looked up to her. "…Or sing to you, actually…" His voice was soft as he glanced at the other couple, feeling slightly embarrassed at the romantic side of him, which made him like a poof. He started strumming his guitar and began humming, his eyes never left Buffy's ones.
In, I'm fallin' in
Didn't want to
Not so fast, boy
Slow
Don't want to hurt the girl
Give her a little pretty box You better fill it
Buffy's lips slightly parted in awe at the acoustic song that just started playing. His voice vibrated through her entire body and she shuddered in a delicious way. His eyes bored into hers while a genuine smile crept over his features, melting her heart away.
And I get blinded when she opens the door
It's like looking into the sun, you know
And I'm just blinkin', mumblin', starin' at my shoes
And she just looks at me
And smiles
Smiles
SmilesHer face instinctively broke into a smile, doing exactly what the song described her.
So, there we go again
It feels so good
To fall up and down
Damn, It's 2 am again
She kisses me goodbye
For the sixteenth time
And I'm driving home, it's 5 am
And I look at the sun come up over the hills
And the clouds are turning pink and green
And all I can see is her eyes
Eyes
Eyes
Eyes
Buffy's orbs sparkled as unshed tears began to fill her eyes. She bit her lower lip that almost trembled with euphoria.
I get blinded when she opens the door
It's like looking into the sun, you know
And I'm just blinkin', mumblin', starin' at my shoes
She just looks at me
And smiles
Smiles
SmilesBuffy remained still as the song ended and Spike lay the guitar down. Without warnings, she leaped into his arms, joyful tears flew down her cheeks freely. Spike almost fell back when the petite blond shifted her weight on his lap. His features couldn't hide his surprise as well as delight at Buffy's reaction. She leaned her head back to look at him, a wide grin had spread over her face.
"Thank you. That was really sweet of you. I love it." She sniffled as Spike brought his thumbs to wipe both of her cheeks.
"Glad you like it, pet…B-But it didn't make me a nancy boy, did it?" His masculinity sank down a little at the word 'sweet'. Buffy chuckled as she sniffled again and shook her head lightly.
"No, it didn't. It was amazing and very manly."
"Yeah, man. It was great." Xander finally piped up, patting his best friend's back good-naturedly.
"Thanks, Xan." Spike nodded and smiled at the brunette.
"Awwww, can we exchange boyfriends, Buffy?" Willow chimed in, sniffling a bit with her face contorted in 'awww'.
Buffy immediately clung onto Spike tighter as she pressed her chest further against his and rested her head on his shoulder. "No way! He's all mine and mine only." Spike chuckled at her possessiveness, feeling his male pride swell while he wrapped his arms around her in return. "Besides, isn't Xander enough for you?" Buffy asked.
Willow whined, her lower lip jutting out, forming a pout. "Yea but he won't do any sweet things like that to me."
"Uhh, hello?!? Offended boyfriend sitting right here…" Xander instantly spoke up and raised his hand, affronted. Willow turned her head to face the brunette and smiled sweetly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. Did I just say that aloud?" Xander simply threw his girlfriend a mocking glare.
"So how was your first day in the gallery, luv?" Spike changed the subject, looking down to the petite girl in his arms.
"Oh, I love it. I never knew my mom actually had a fun work." Buffy drew her form away as she told everyone enthusiastically. "The new paintings that just arrived were amazing. They're all beautiful and…" She paused at the puzzled looks Willow and Xander gave her. "…And I forgot to tell you guys that I worked in my mom's gallery now." She finished her sentence with a sheepish smile. Spike smiled in amusement at her excited tone.
"Oh, you work for your mom now? That's really great, Buffy." Willow joined her friend's excitement. Xander also uttered a similar comment to Buffy.
"Thanks, guys."
"Hmm…speaking of your mom, didn't you tell me that she knew about you and Spike?" Willow spoke again.
Buffy snorted. "Yeah, she must've figured that out when we fooled around under the table that Friday night." At the other couple's quirked brows, she quickly added, "I-I mean when we…um, when my foot was in Spike's thigh a-and his face twisted in a…Spike, help me out here, please?" Buffy looked at her boyfriend in a plea.
"Help you what, pet?" Spike tried to hide his amusement and Buffy shot him a stern look. "Oh, you mean that Friday night when we fooled around. Yeah, you see, Buffy decided to give me some sneaky pleasure while our parents had a serious conversation." The petite blond smacked his chest while she still straddled on his lap.
"Not helping much, Spikey." She retorted. Willow and Xander stared at them back and forth, enjoying their banter.
"Okay, so you guys fool around, then what?" The redhead butted in.
"Well, after Giles and Spike went home, I was confronted by my mom BIG time." Buffy widened her eyes to emphasize the word 'big'. "She interrogated me, asking when the two of us became involved and you know what the ridiculous thing she did? She gave me a Summers' no-no list."
"The Summers' what list?" Willow tilted her head, a confused look set on her features.
"No-no list. It's like a set of rules that I can't do ever since she found out about my relationship with Spike. More like the Ten Commandments. You shall not sleep at William's place any longer…" Buffy rolled her eyes as she remembered her mother handing her a piece of paper full of rules with a sweet motherly smile.
"Wow. Your mom is really strict about it, huh?"
"Very." She laid her head back on the crook of Spike's neck. Sighing, she mumbled, "I bet she even knows that we had sex too."
"Wait, you guys had sex already?" Xander chipped in. Buffy widened her eyes when she realized she just said her thought out loud. She open and closed her mouth to find an explanation, then looked up to Spike who had a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. "You guys just date for seven days and you have already had sex? Damn, you're fast." Xander shook his head in astonishment.
"Uhh, should I be flattered or insulted?" Buffy asked, feeling embarrassed and insecure. Spike only chuckled, a rumble in his chest.
"Actually, that was how they started dating, Xan." Willow offered to answer her boyfriend's question. Once again, Xander looked bewildered at the new discovery.
"You never told me."
"You told Willow everything?" The two young men widened their eyes and spoke at the same time. Xander accused Spike while the bleached head inquired Buffy.
The petite blond open and close her mouth again, finding no response escape.
"You know girls always do that, Spike." She finally had a reply and gave him a nervous laugh, all the while sending a glare furtively at Willow. The redhead mouthed 'sorry' and smiled sheepishly.
"Well, it's better than having NOT to know about anything, SPIKE." Xander spat the other man's name with a hint of sarcasm, feeling irritated when his male best friend hid something from him.
Spike turned his head to the brunette, suddenly felt a pang of guilt. "Oh, uhh…sorry, Xan. I didn't mean to hide it from you, been busy lately."
Xander rolled his eyes dramatically, "Yeah, I bet you have." Spike shot him a glare. The other young man's face softened as he finally let the matter go. "Sorry, man, didn't mean to be snappy. Anyway, Willow and I have to go visit her aunt in hospital. I'll see you guys tomorrow at school."
"Yeah, we better go as well." Spike decidedly thought. Buffy tilted her head back to look up to him.
"We do? But I still want to see the waves." She whined.
Spike smirked suggestively, leaning into her ear as he said in a low voice, "But I wanna show you something better." He took a nip at her earlobe, earning a moan from the petite girl.
"Oh you guys, get a room." Xander groused while Willow giggled.
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(WARNING: This part below until end is NC-17!! I'm too lazy to delete it *shrugs* So you know what to do, don't read it if you are not of legal age!)
"Oh come on. Can I open my eyes now? Please?" Buffy pleaded, her hands held Spike's arm tightly as her eyes were still closed.
"Just hang on for a bit, pet. You'll open your pretty hazel eyes as I tell you so." Buffy pouted but a smile soon crept over her features at the word 'pretty'. She stepped down the staircase cautiously when Spike told her so; her hands squeezed his arm tighter, too afraid to fall over the flight of steps.
As the blonde couple reached the bottom of the staircase, Spike waited a beat before he spoke, "Now, you can open your eyes." Buffy fluttered her eyelids open, she then blinked once or twice, trying to adjust the light surrounding the room. Her breath caught in her throat at the display in front of her.
There, right in the middle of the room, stood a four-posts bed with a white canopy hung loosely above it. A red silky sheet covered the mattress neatly as two fluffy pillows with the same coloured satin cases were laid just in front of the headboard that was made of metal bars bent into an artistic shape. The bed looked very inviting; Buffy almost jumped onto it and drank in the feel of the soft and silky fabric touching her skin. She finally tore her eyes from the tempting mattress and looked around the room.
Twin nightstands were placed on each side of the bed while a small wardrobe was located on the left wall, a medium size oval mirror hung next to it. Buffy looked up to the staircase, wondering where she was at the moment. Turning her head to Spike, she caught his gaze that had fixed on her as she wholly took in her surrounding. "Where are we?"
"Well, do you like it?" Spike tilted his head to the side, a twinge of nervousness suddenly clouded his features.
"I do." Buffy breathed her response and nodded. She smiled widely as she stared at the bed again. "It looks…" Looking up to him under her eyelashes and smiling suggestively, she continued, "…alluring."
Spike chuckled softly, finally let out his breath he had been holding on. "So, where are we, Spike?" Buffy repeated her question.
"We're under my garage. It used to be a storeroom but since my da' moved all the stuff to the basement, so I got myself a private spot 'ere. I call this place…my crypt." Buffy snorted, raising her delicate brows.
"Your crypt?"
"Hey, what's wrong with that? It sounds impressive and…eerie"
"Eerie? Fluffy pillows and silky sheets make this room eerie?" Buffy was amused. Spike wasn't. His face looked crestfallen at her tease. The petite blond felt a pang of guilt stab her when she watched his features changed into glumness. She reached out to him, linking her hands with his.
"Aww, I'm sorry, sweetie. You know I'm just teasing ya. This place looks great, I like the name. Hey, what about your room? Are you gonna make it your own store room?" Spike gave her a smile, already forgotten his dejection.
"No. It'll always be my room." He stepped closer towards her, snaking his arms around her waist. "I was thinking that this was going to be our private room." He winked. Bending down, he nuzzled on her neck, taking in the scent of her vanilla soap that still lingered around her slender body. Buffy closed her eyes, moaning in pleasure as her arms wrapped his shoulders.
"Hmmm…I like that…so much…"
"You like what, luv? This room being ours or my mouth sucking on your neck?" Spike murmured between his kisses.
"Both if you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind at all."
"Well then…" Buffy abruptly pulled her body away from Spike, leaving him a brief moment of shock. She grinned slyly as she stepped backwards to the bed, her eyes fixed on his. Reaching the edge of the bed, she sat elegantly, her fingertips brushing over the smooth cover. "…In that case, shall we give it a proper hello?" Spike broke into a wide grin and stalked towards her.
"Why, of course. Been intending to do that since I brought you 'ere." Buffy gasped in shock, smacking his chest once he sat next to her.
"You invited me here only for having sex?"
"No! O-Of course not. I-I mean not if you don't want to…" Spike stuttered when he saw her incredulous look thrown directly to him. A smile slowly graced Buffy's face and it was a mischievous one, rather. She poked a finger on his chest, stroking lightly up and down.
"Oh, I don't know…the bed looks inviting, but then again, it's always you that tempts me more." At that, Spike's ears perked up, his face brightened.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I have something in mind that may tempt you even more." After giving her peck on the lips, he flew upstairs, disappearing from the room much to Buffy's dismay.
Fortunately, the bleached young man quickly returned with a bottle of honey in one hand. Buffy frowned at that. Pointing a finger on it and quirking her brows, she asked, "That tempts me more than you do?" Spike chuckled.
"I'm really flattered that I tempt you so much, luv. But this bottle of honey will make you see it in a different light."
"Ooohhh…is that right?" Spike only nodded as he claimed her mouth again, arms had wrapped her body, bringing it closer to his own. A gasp escaped the petite blonde's mouth when she felt her body being lifted up and dropped onto Spike's lap.
Their tongues massaged each other languidly, taking their time to taste each other's flavour. Spike's hands roamed under Buffy's black cardigan but she withdrew from him, moving away from his lap. Once again, Spike searched her explanation inside her eyes. The hazel orbs that stared into his, showed lust and desire as Buffy began unbuttoning her top, revealing a sheer floral camisole. Spike's eyes travelled from hers down to her chest and farther to her abdomen. Her chest heaved up and down as she waited for him to make the next move.
He captured her mouth again, hands roved her body starting from her waist, caressing and brushing the soft skin with his thumbs as her camisole was lifted up. He raised a scarred brow when he noticed her braless. Laying her down, he worked on her jeans, then on his own clothes with the help of Buffy. Spike was still kissing her while his hand searched for the neglected bottle of honey. He licked his way down to her jaw line, resting on her neck to give the column a harmless bite.
Buffy moaned at the feel of his blunt teeth against her flesh. She wrapped her legs around him as well as her arms around his shoulders. But he caught her arms, lifting them over her head. Smirking suggestively, he leaned into her ear. "Hold on to the headboard for me, pet. I promise I'll make it worthwhile." The low voice of his almost resembled a purr, sending shivers to her spine. Buffy only nodded and did as she was told, gripping one of the metal bars and readying herself for whatever Spike had in mind. "Good girl." Spike smiled in satisfaction, he then slid down slowly until his face met two small mounds. He looked up to her before twisting the cap of bottle and squeezing the content out. The yellow liquid dropped slowly onto one of her nipples. Spike moved the bottle about, creating honey spiral on her breast. He bent down and flicked her rosy bud with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, god…" Buffy whimpered at the slightest touch he gave her. She arched her upper body up, offering more to him. She threw her hands to be buried in his hair but Spike caught them and planted them on the bar again.
"Nuh-uh…no touching, sweetheart. Lemme do the work here." Buffy groaned, rolling her eyes but obeyed him anyway. Still with the tip of his tongue only, he began licking the sweet liquid, patiently tracking the honeyed line until he reached the outer line of her breast. One of his hands had trailed down to her body, approaching the feminine area.
"Uhnn…" The petite girl beneath him grunted when she felt a thumb brush against her clit and a finger dip into her heat, stroking ever so slowly. She arched up again, offering all of her to this man that had taken her breath away…literally. "Spike, please…" Her lower lip quivered as her hands clutched the bar tighter, so tight that her knuckles turned white.
"Shh…patient, luv" He added another finger inside her and increased the pace while his mouth still worked on her mound. He caught her nipple between his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue back and forth, at the same time as his two fingers thrust in and out of her core. Buffy slid down to meet every thrust, moaning loudly when his long fingers hit her sensitive area. "God, I love it when you're so wet for me." Spike murmured against her lips before kissing her hungrily. He loved every little moan she made for him, every whimper she did, knowing that he caused them all. A piercing moan escaped as her inner walls clenched around his fingers, climax washed over her.
Spike broke their kiss, both panting heavily. Under his clouded eyes, he looked down to the untouched bosom. He licked his lower lip and looked up to her again. "I believe we still have another one to work on." He unplugged his fingers from her, causing the petite blond to whimper at the lost of his touch. Bringing the glistening fingers up, Spike wiped them around her untouched mound. He hardened at the flesh that was polished with her juice and the smell of her arousal hitting his nostrils. "This'll taste even better." Squeezing the bottle, he applied the honey onto her lustrous breast and repeated his previous ministration. The sweet taste of honey mixed with the exotic one of her latex drove him wild.
Buffy mewled, thrashing about her pillow while her hands still strongly gripped the headboard. She could feel her juices start flowing down her centre again and she panted more harshly. "Please, baby…please…" Buffy pleaded.
He ignored her plea. Focusing on his task, he continued sucking and licking her breast, savouring the striking taste inside his mouth.
God, he's torturing me. Time to take over this game. With a swift move, she flipped them over, Spike's back hitting the bed. She smirked wickedly at his surprised look. "This time, I do the work." Buffy glided down his body, kissing every flesh she found on the way to his crotch. She grabbed the bottle and dropped a good amount of thick fluid on his throbbing cock. Giving a test drive, she licked the tip, earning a groan from the young man. She leaned down again, tapping the tip of her tongue on his honeyed shaft, occasionally giving long sweeps from the base to the peak.
"Fuck, Buffy…feels so good…" Spike was about to reach her hair when she seized his wrists. Shaking her head, she lifted them to the headboard.
"Hey, there's no touching in this game, remember?" Spike chuckled. He nodded understandingly and complied. Buffy was back to her ministration. She enveloped the pulsating length with her hot mouth slowly and fully, while her tiny hands gave a light squeeze on each ball. A louder groan was heard and Buffy increased her pace, moving up and down, and grasping his balls tighter.
"Buffy, I-…oh, fuck!" Spike grunted sharply as milky seeds shot into her throat. Buffy accepted them eagerly, licking the remnant on his cock with satisfaction. Just after he came down from his climax, the petite blond strangled his lap, guiding his shaft into her opening as she slid down.
"Yes…" She sighed in contentment as their bodies finally joined together. Throwing her head back, she began rocking against him, hands planted on his chest to support her. Spike's hands cupped the globes of her ass, giving a squeeze every time he felt her inner muscles tighten his cock.
"Bloody 'ell…baby, slow down…" He bellowed, not wanting to explode so soon.
"Shh…s'okay, honey. I got you…" Buffy placed a slender finger on his lips. Spike decided to divert his focus on her finger as he kissed and suckled on it. Understanding what he was doing, she drove her finger in and out of his mouth while she continued riding him. The pace was increased and small waves of orgasm began firing through their bodies. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts…followed by double screams, they spasm uncontrollably, holding onto each other.
Buffy collapsed on top of him, still panting heavily all the while listening to Spike's rapid heartbeat. "Wow…that was…"
"Yeah…" Both couldn't form any words to describe their coupling. She finally rolled on her back, her head rested on his chest. Spike stared at the ceiling as his hand unconsciously stroked Buffy's tresses. He suddenly froze, something had hit him…really hard. He sat abruptly, causing Buffy to rise as well.
"Oh, fuck! Buffy, we forgot the protection." Spike looked at her in horror. Buffy's alarmed façade softened as she sighed calmly. He frowned at her composed self and cocked his head to the side.
"It's okay, Spike I'm on the pill. Now, can we go back to bed? I'm sleepy." She stifled her yawn with the back of her hand.
"You sure?" Spike eyed her with hesitation. Buffy only nodded, eyes partly closed from tiredness. He reluctantly lay back again; he peeled the cover and coated both of their bodies as they snuggled into each other. A deep slumber soon took over them.
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Buffy's eyes flustered open. She blinked once or twice. 'Where am I?' She wondered. Feeling a warm body next to her, she glanced down to the owner. Oh, right. She was in Spike's bed, in Spike's crypt. She giggled softly at the name. Her eyes then wandered around the space. She stopped when she set them on the clock on the nightstand.
4.38 P.M.
"Oh shit, I'm late!" Buffy shrieked, practically jumping
from the bed. Spike, who was still in deep sleep, was startled by her outburst.
"Wha'? What is it?"
"I'm fuckin' late, that's what!" She hissed as she searched around for her clothes and quickly put them on as soon as they were found. "I'm supposed to work at four today, Spike and now I'm really late." Spike rolled his eyes, ruffling his already dishevelled locks.
"Relax, pet. It's your mom you work for. She'll understand." Buffy swung around and looked at him in disbelief.
"Understand? What, she'll understand that I'm late because I
was too busy having sex with you?" He sighed.
"No, what I mean is-"
"Oh just shut up, Spike. Talking to you just wastes my time." She had already fled by the time Spike leapt from the bed.
"Buffy!" He shouted but to no avail. His jaw clenched tightly, hurt stung his eyes at her last words.
to be continued
(A/N: Eep! Sorry for the late update again. It's exam weeks now and I forced myself to finish this before I concentrated on my study. So, forgive me if it seems a little...forced. LOL Just in case if you don't know the song I used, it's called 'Smile', written by our James Marsters himself for his girlfriend back then. ;) Another thing, FF.net has screwed up badly lately that it deleted some of my reviews. I swear, I didn't delete them! Why would I do that to all those wonderful reviews you guys gave me, anyway *winks*)