Just One Little Kiss

:: CHAPTER FIVE ::

Spike easily removed his trousers whilst Buffy worked on his shirt, pulling it away from him, revealing his strong, broad chest rippled with taut muscles. He brought his mouth back to hers making her moan as his hands slid down her body. She pressed her fingers against his chest before smoothing them over his back, down to his hips where she met the only remaining piece of clothing standing between them and ecstasy.

He moved his mouth away from hers, spiralling his tongue down her neck and to her breasts, all the time building up a rocking motion between them, working her into a frenzy. He circled one breast with his mouth before suckling gently at the soft berry atop it, his hand moulding the other before his lips became free. Buffy moaned and brought her hand to her mouth, clamping her teeth down on one finger as he worked his way lower, past her navel.

He lay gentle kisses over the soft curls that lay at the apex of her legs, before moving to her knees and trailing his tongue up the insides of her thighs. His hot mouth pressed against the wet folds of her skin, his lips gentle at first as she writhed beneath him, her eyes squeezed shut as she began to tremble, overcome by sensation. He increased the pressure, before allowing his tongue to delve in and taste the sweetness at her core. She couldn't help thrusting herself at his mouth as he anchored her against him, holding her by her hips, his thumb rubbing against her. She wrapped her legs around his back, any thought of propriety lost.

Finally, she tensed, her whole body overpowered as she came hard before falling back away from him. He stayed there for a while, lapping up his effect on her.

She reached down and pulled at his shoulders, tugging him up to meet her. His mouth met hers, eagerly, his body pained by the now too-tight boxer shorts. Still feeling the after effects of his mouth, she trailed a soft hand down his back, tugging at the waistband that strapped him back. He helped her pull them off, before returning his mouth to hers, pressing down with the eagerness inside him to be inside her.

He pressed himself against her and, for the first time, she felt the full extent of his arousal. Her eyes shot open. "Buffy," his breath ragged, he pulled back and looked down at her glowing face, "tell me you want this." It was taking every bit of self-control in his body not to bury himself in her.

Her vision was blurry as she tried to focus on his face. "What?" She whispered, breathlessly.

"Tell me you want this." He repeated, his mind racing, his body aching to feel more as his chest brushed against her breasts, his hard body pressed tautly against hers. "Tell me you want me."

"Yes!" She cried, hoarsely. "Yes, Spike! I want this!" She brushed her hands down the base of his spine. "I want you!"

Her breath caught in her throat as, with one thrust, he was inside her. His mouth pressed hotly against hers as he brought her hands above her head, pinning them there with his own as he plunged deeper inside her, rocking her. She closed her eyes and rocked with him, feeling the building pressure inside. His mouth left hers, and lowered to her neck, causing the sensations within her to skyrocket.

Her body tensed and he released her hands. She immediately brought them to his back, pulling him tightly against her as she came, making he come with her. She cried out his name as he let out a long groan, burying his face in her neck.

They rested there for a while, both consumed by sensation, before Spike rolled out and off her. He turned his face to look at her. She looked amazing; her breath fast, causing her chest to rise a fall exotically. Her hair was spread around about her, and her body was glistening with perspiration and emotion.

"You're so beautiful, Buffy." He said, reaching out and trailing his hand across her body. He smiled at the way she trembled under his touch, despite her exhaustion. When his hand reached her navel it was met by hers. Her eyes shot open and looked at him.

"Don't." She whispered, still hoarse. He rolled onto one side and pulled her against him.

"See how much I want you?" He purred into her ear, already hard for her once more. She felt him against her thigh and groaned, her head rolling back.

"Don't you get tired?" She replied. Closing her eyes and leaning into the contact.

He laughed lightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Alright, pet." He smiled. "Sleep." He crawled down to the bottom of the bed and pulled the sheets up, covering them both, before turning off the light. He lifted his leg, covering hers with his, and pulled her up against him. "Tomorrow," he whispered, feeling her nuzzle closer, "I'll move you to a double."

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Buffy opened her eyes, lazily. She smiled as she felt Spike's firm body pressed against her. She had no idea he would have stayed with her all night, but she was grateful. She didn't know why, but she was. It made it seem just like, in that morning sun, he was there because he liked her and not just her body.

Marie cleared her throat causing both Buffy and Spike to jump up, Buffy pulling the sheet around her, Spike letting it fall to his hips. He looked vaguely in the direction of the noise, his eyes still sleepy. Buffy glared at her friend, and then her eyes shot to the figure standing next to her, Pete. They both looked decidedly severe.

Marie tapped her foot on the carpet and folded her arms. "Good morning." She said, sharply.

Spike rubbed his eyes and looked at them both for a moment before nodding, looping an arm around Buffy's waist and lying back down.

"Spike, wake up." Pete said, glaring at his friend.

Spike shook his head. "Fuck off, mate, it's too early."

"It's eleven-thirty."

"Oh my god!" Buffy started, looking at the clock at her bedside.

"Shit!" Said Spike, joining her. "I was having a good dream, Pete." He gave Buffy a little squeeze on her hip. "Why d'you wake me?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes again.

"Oh my god is right, Buffy!" Marie glared. "We've been waiting here for sometime, and I must say, didn't expect to find you both like this."

"I woke you, Spike, because you were supposed to be filming from nine, unless this is part of your 'rehearsal'!" Spike glared at him.

"You shouldn't have come here." Spike said, still sleepily, frowning at his friend. "I don't interrupt you, unannounced."

"You don't work for me. It's not your job to ensure everything runs smoothly for me." Pete angered. "Now," he began again, just as Marie stood up, "I suggest you both get up and get dressed and go upstairs to work. Meanwhile, Marie and I have some other business to attend to. And we both expect a bonus." A few moments later a door slammed shut, coinciding with Spike laying back down.

"Oh my god!" Buffy let out again.

"Calm down, pet. I'll make up something to Patrick, just relax and lie down." Spike eased her back down onto the single bed. "Christ, we must have been tired!" He said, pulling her backwards against him, resting his head on her shoulder. He placed an arm around her, securing him against her, his hand cupping her breast. The warmth of it made her close her eyes as her body started to react.

"No, Mr Johnson, we should get up and get dressed. I'm a professional." She tried to pull away but he held her closer, still.

"Why did you do that?" He breathed into her ear; his warm breath making her want to drop all defences and turn. "Hmmn? Why wont you call me Spike? You did last night. Or don't you remember?" His voice was hypnotising as one hand gently massaged her breasts, the other brushing gently down her stomach. "Need some reminding?" He asked.

She shivered as his hands slid under the womanly folds of her skin, guarded by dark curls. Gently he pressed against her in a slow rhythmic action, waiting for her to give in to him. Her mouth opened and let out a small gasp as he delved inside the moist cocoon of her and softly swayed her.

"You like that, do you?" He asked, turning her in his arms so that she was flat on her back. She was in agony; pleasurably agony. Was that even possible?

"Uh-huh!" She moaned, as he brought his mouth down across her body, increasing the pressure of his hand as her hips pushed up to meet him. It wasn't long before she came again. She felt completely revitalised as she sat up, above him, and sucked the wetness from his fingers, all embarrassment at their predicament lost.

He watched her with pleasure as she straddled him, her eyes flashing desire. She could feel him hard, pulsing beneath her and reached a hand around his shaft. She felt him shake at the contact and pushed him further back onto the pillows, before moving herself closer to him.

There was a drop of wetness at the end of him and, using her thumb, Buffy gently smoothed it over him. Spike twitched under her touch. She lowered her head, trailing her tongue the full length of him, before circling the tip in her mouth.

"Jesus, Buffy!" He cried. "I thought you were a good girl!" He looked down at her as she grinned at him before closing her hand around him, pumping. With her other hand, she trailed a finger inside his leg, gently teasing the soft flesh at the top. Her tongue placed light, hot kisses across his muscular stomach and down again. His already tense body tensed further. "Shit, Buffy!" He said, jumping out of her grasp.

"What? What is it?" She asked, looking at him, confused.

"I need to be inside you now!" He said, the sense of urgency in his voice barely sustained. He practically lifted her up, as he raised her to the top of the bed and easily entered her. As he dove deeper and deeper into her, she bit into his shoulder tersely, before guiding her tongue over his chest, circling his nipples the same way he had with her. "Oh, Buffy!" He cried as he brought them both to release, her nails digging into his back.

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Spike awoke. The absence of Buffy in his arms had jolted him back to reality. He looked around and saw her sifting through her suitcase. She was dressed only in a towel, and he could hear the shower falling.

"What's going on?" He asked, propping his head up on one hand.

"I'm just going to have a shower and get dressed." She said, simply, turning her head to look at him. His naked form was fully visible both above and below the sheets. She felt mischievous and couldn't help it. "Care to join me?"

He raised his eyebrows at her request.

"Of course, you don't have to." She added, watching his reaction.

Her eyes bulged as he stepped out of the bed and, for the first time, she properly took in his form in its entirety. "I was never one to turn down a lady in need." She tilted her head as she saw how 'valiant' he was.

"A noble knight indeed! And that, I suppose, is your steed!" She giggled, standing up and pulling out the shampoo and shower gel from her bag.

"Come, let me show you how to ride it!"

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