Just One Little Kiss

:: CHAPTER EIGHT ::

"Unh!" Buffy moaned as Spike drove into her. She looked down at him and lifted herself up, forcing herself to keep riding through the pleasure.

"God, yes!" The low, guttural sound of his voice made her knees weak. She leaned forwards across him and let her hair tumble onto his chest.

He led his hands along her creamy thighs and firmly grasped her hips, his powerful arms helping her in the movement.

"Unh…unh…unh!" She cried each time she landed and sheathed him to the hilt. "Spike!"

"Fuck, Buffy!" He shouted back. He held onto her hips and secured himself full inside her as she tensed and contracted all around him. Then he was hit dead-on, knocking him back.

They stayed still for a while, their breaths filling the air. They hadn't even made it to the restaurant. They were now stuck off the track near some forest in the back seat of his car.

Spike lifted up his wrist for a moment before letting it drop heavily to the ground. "I think we've lost our table." He said, still breathing heavily. He felt her shake with laughter and she forced herself up to look at him. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips before resting her head back onto his chest.

"Are you hungry?" She asked, her breath slowly returning to normal.

"Depends what for." He said with a slight smirk in his voice.

"I was talking about food." She slapped him playfully.

"So was I," he said in mock astonishment. "And, frankly I resent the implication that I was meaning anything other than food. I can't even think what else I might me hungry for." He grinned, pleased with himself as she slid off him and to one side. He put his arm around her and used the other to wipe the steam that had misted the windows.

She brushed away the hair from her face and lay with him for a while, her bare leg still wrapped around his, the dampness from them both pressed full against him. There was no embarrassment.

"Look at the stars." She whispered in the silence. "I used to look at them every night back in High School and make a wish on each one I saw."

"What did you wish?"

Her face fell serious. "I wished that I could find a knight that would carry me away from my wicked parents." She swallowed a lump in her throat. There was a long silence where he held her closer. "Everybody made wishes back then." He nodded and sighed. "What did you wish for?" She tilted her head up to look at him.

"I wished…" he said slowly, diplomatically, "that I'd meet someone who'd let me do this." He sat up and removed his tie, the one piece of clothing left on him, and then her bra, the one piece of clothing left on her. She grinned at him as he let his eyes tumble over her. "Ready?" He asked, grinning back.

"Ready." She replied with a giggle. "Cancel your plans for the next few days."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to make you come more times then you ever thought possible."

"Tch-yeah, right!" She narrowed her eyes, mischievously.

"What? You don't think I have it in me?"

She wiggled her head from side to side, as if debating an answer. "Well, you're good…" she said, making him grin, "…but not great."

He clasped a hand over his heart and fell back against the glass of the window. "Ooh, now that hurt!"

She kneeled up and moved over to him. "To be great, you need me." She winked, before pressing him against the glass fully. He smiled against her mouth. "Wanna be great? Or wanna be good?" She asked, cheekily.

He shook his head. "Wanna be bad."

He pushed her back against the now even damper leather interior and ran his hands over her glistening breasts. She squealed and tried to get away as he nipped at her skin with his teeth whilst tickling her sides with his fingers. He held her steady with his hands and brought his mouth up to hers.

She squirmed and laughed as he continued to tickle her.

"Stop!" She cried through fits of giggles. "Stop…argh!"

"Who's great?" He asked against her hair, laughing himself.

"I am!" She said, triumphantly as she slid her hand up his thigh and held him. "Hmmn? Any objections?" She asked as she slowly began to pump; up…and down. Up and down.

"No – whoa, no! No objections!" He let out a long breath and smiled at her. "I never thought that you, of all people…" He trailed off and shook his head. She stopped her motion.

"What?" She asked, angrily.

He blinked, confused, and tried to remember what he'd done. "What?"

She looked at him in disgust and shook her head. "I knew that in the end it would come down to this!" She scowled and backed away from him, picking up the red dress she had been wearing before.

"What's wrong? What have I said?" She was ignoring him. "Buffy!" He growled, pulling on her arm so that she'd listen.

"What?" She snapped back. "What more do you want from me?"

"What do you mean what more do I want from you? Like it was me who made the first bloody move!"

"You came to my hotel room, remember?" She nipped, still angry.

"Well, you were making Come Fuck Me eyes since we started filming!"

"What?!" She spat in disbelief. "You've made out like everything I've said was to do with sex, and-and you!"

"Most of it was to do with sex!"

She scoffed loudly. "Yeah, right! I've never found you remotely appealing!"

"That why you're naked in my car after having, oh, what was it you called it," he said, placing his forefinger to his mouth in mock-though, "the best bloody shag of your life?"

"What happened was a mistake!"

"All seven times?" He laughed in disbelief. "Why don't you just say it, Buffy? You think I'm beneath you!"

"Beneath me?" She scoffed. "You're the one who thought you ruled everything back in High School with your stupid leather thing and lit cigarette!"

"So, this does go back to High School."

"Apparently so."

"Well, then there's a whole difference in our memories because I had nothing but the greatest respect for you!" God! He sounded like an ass.

"You knocked-out a teacher!" She angered.

"And I'd fucking-well do it again, Buffy!" He spat.

It felt weird to both of them, arguing. The stuff that was coming out! They were baring their thoughts, and their bodies, and their souls.

"I've not done anything wrong, here, Buffy." He said, his voice calmer.

"Well, what have I done that was so heinous?" Her throat was turning hoarse, there was a slight rattle when she talked and her words were beginning to fizzle out. He felt guilty for upsetting her.

"Nothing!" He growled. "I don't see where there's a problem." They sat in silence for a moment before Spike spoke. "I can't believe how stubborn you are!"

"You're the stubborn one."

"Stubborn?!" He tossed his hands up into the air. "Need I remind you that we're sat naked in my car? I wouldn't call that stubborn." Buffy pulled the fabric of her dress higher. "Look," he said, suddenly ashamed, "can we just be friends?" He didn't know what he'd done, but if he'd done something, he was sorry for it.

"Just friends?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

"Sure." He said, nodding, but looking at the floor between them.

"Don't be so defeatist, Spike!" She rolled her eyes and leant forwards. "But, I guess we could still be friends…I don't know." He grinned at her. "Friends who Fuck?" She suggested, hopefully. She held out her hand and watched as he shook it, readily.

"Friends who Fuck."