These Hard Nights Part II
As Spike watched from the shadows of he heavily packed, punk filled Bronze, Buffy danced with Willow and Xander lazily. She could feel him watching her and she knew it was killing him...if he wasn't all ready dead. He could smell her, that fragrant allure even if she was around all these people. He could have picked her out even if the whole world was here, the faintest hint of vanilla and that slayer musk that any vampire got juiced up for. With all the bodies around her she just got this feel of anticipation, a wanting, no needing for the fight.
"Hey, I'm gonna go outside for some fresh air...I'll be back in a minute." Buffy explained before her departure.
"Alright, but get back in here!" Xander then proceeded to rub and shake his butt against Buffy's.
Buffy dashed across the dance floor then to the front of the club and out the door flashing the bouncer a grin as she passed him. She knew him from her many years at this dive, as he knew her. She walked around the corner into something hard then looked up to see Spike's smiling face.
"Why am I not surprised?" She mumbled to herself. But his sensitive hearing picked it up and he looked down at her with a scowl.
"Not happy to see me, luv? Well, it seemed to me, you where a very happy camper last night. That is before you scampered off, virtue fluttering behind you."
"Jeez, cranky pants. What the hell crawled up your ass and died?"
"Ouh, you kiss your mother with that mouth, naughty Slayer."
"Bite me....Wait, Don't listen to what I just said." Buffy stammered.
Spike took wide steps closer to Buffy, getting and popping her person space bubble, making her feel not so comfortable. He brushed the piece of hair that had fallen out of place, it was a red streak.
"Did I tell you, how sexy you look in this outfit?"
"Nooo.." She looked down and now just noticed what he was wearing, the coat was still there as were the Doc Martins, but a black tank top with safety pins stuck through it was in place of the regular black tee-shirt. His hair was also stuck up in spikes, instead of the slicked back look. It wasn't much of a change, but Spike fit the part of any punk guy. "I like your look..."
Spike looked her up and down, then ran his finger down the front of her top and underneath the top of her skirt. She shivered at the cool contact of his finger on her now exposed skin. He blew out unnecessary breath on her bare neck, and pushed her against the cool brick wall. Buffy, in her head, new on all levels this was so wrong, but he was making it feel so right. She just couldn't resist. Spike turned his palm towards her and pushed down the front of her skirt, she pressed herself more closely to the wall moaning as she felt his fingers brush over her panties.
"Spikkkkeee."
"It's all about you, baby. Just lay back and feel." He whispered into her ear, then thought better about the situation. "Hold on, pet."
Spike lifted her up into his arms and carried her to his nearby awaiting DeSoto. He yanked open the door and rested her on the back seat. Not caring about on lookers, he kneeled down between her legs and started to take off her heels. He hated to take off these clothes, but if it meant doing what he was about to...it was worth the world. As he worked off the second of pair, he ran his hands from her arches up her needy inner thighs.
"Please, Spike...I need it."
"And you'll get it, luv."
More hastily, he removed her fishnets and then ran his index fingers from each side of the legs of her thong to the inside where she needed him most. Her desire was evident on the soft curls of her slit. He ran his fingers down it, then rubbed her clit with his thumb making her scream at the first moment of contact. He decided if he was going to get a taste, he might as well now. His mouth descended on her and the touch of his tongue on her made her insane.
"Oh...God! Deeper, please...I need..." She bucked on his face, grabbing the back of his head making him close as possible. It was a good thing he didn't have to breathe, because the hold she had on him and the squeezing of her thighs would have popped any mortal man's skull.
As he thrust his tongue in as fast and deep as he could, he could feel her building to the inevitable so he reached up to rub her clit to bring her to it. She screamed at the top of her lungs, and he knew everyone in a miles distance could hear it and he smiled. He licked her from top to bottom, gathering every drop of the sweet ambrosia and savoring the taste. She sighed in the afterglow of the best orgasm ever performed on her to date, she knew now, that no one but him could ever give her something so sugary sweet.
*/* Authors Note *\* I know you are all saying..."Holy SHIT did that take a while, but I was very busy in school and didn't have a lot of extra time. But now I am on Christmas break, so I will get chapters out faster and more frequent. Thanks for waiting...Review.