Blackout

Chapter 5- Buffy's turn

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She'd lost all semblance of control…no longer aware of time nor space, She didn't care where she was. Didn't care that she'd met this man only hours ago. It felt right. He felt…oh so right, head nestled between her legs as though it was the only place on the earth he wanted to be.

For him it was. He'd never met a woman like this in all his years, and he'd known quite a few. The taste of her was mixing with the flavor of the wine already on his tongue, making her body an intoxicating treat. He was high off of her…feeling stoned and sedated.

Buffy was reaching orgasmic heights over and over again. She was dizzy from the wine, and the way he was working her body. His tongue was like a machine, lips tugging and nibbling all the right places, causing her body to convulse. She couldn't take it anymore…she was screaming with passion as her body thrashed from the release.

She was a wet dream come true. The sounds she made edged him on, making him want to hear more, to make her respond to his touch…to the wet trails he left on her most sensitive spots. Every moan, every whimper, made him ache more. Still, he forced himself to keep going and going, she deserved it after the job she'd done for him.

He was hardly aware of the force with which she was pulling at his hair, he was lost in her tender folds, when finally he heard her call out his name in a wave of passion…screaming, wanting…

She reached for him and pulled him up to where she sat on the edge of the ATM Machine, legs dangling off of the edge of the counter top.

She was shaking, and didn't think she'd be able to control her voice, she was out of breath and felt as though if she were to try to stand her knees would buckle and she'd collapse "need…a…break…"

It was too dark to make his face out, but she could tell he was smirking, obviously proud at what he'd accomplished…

"It's okay love…need me a smoke myself…." His voice was low, and his accent seemed stronger from the throes of passion.

With that he walked over to where his shirt was, trying to feel for it in the dark…pulling a cigarette out of the pocket and letting the fire of his lighter linger long enough to see the smile on her face as she leaned her head on the side of the make-shift wall dividing the two ATM machines. Her eyes were closed, but the look on her face was of pure elation.

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Spike leaned against the far wall near the door, not caring that he was stark naked. It was pitch black out side…even if someone were right on the other side of the door they wouldn't see him…just the small read glimmer of his lit cigarette.

Buffy was still, watching as the small light rose up and down, becoming hypnotized by the small movement. How had she gotten here? A few weeks ago she'd known exactly who she was…what she was meant for. She was in a secure relationship with a man that loved her. She was sane and fairly predictable, following a daily routine.

That's why she left though, wasn't it? She'd told herself that she needed a break…told him that she needed a break. This was a lot more than a break though, this was breaking up…getting over…starting over.

Why else would she have left? Riley was never good enough, was he? He loved her deeply, but there was no passion. There was no fire. There was something seriously lacking in their relationship of almost two years…it was that spark. That thing about a guy that makes you hot just thinking about him. Something in the eyes that makes you know he wants to devour you…the very same look she knew that Spike was giving her from across the room.

She wasn't stupid. She knew that this would be over soon. This could only last but so long. In a few minutes, hours, however long it took…the light of reality would take them out of this fantasy land.

Spike played with his lighter…tossing his cigarette on the floor. His finger turning the small wheel, causing the fire to blaze higher and higher. He moved closer to her, seeing the serious look that her face had taken on.

"Having second thoughts?" He asked, seriously hoping that she wasn't. He wasn't going to forcer her, but after the little game they'd just played he was ready for more.

She smiled at him, watching his eyes move in the glimmer of the small blaze. "No…just thinking."

" 'bout what?"

"I'm not prepared for this…" she said. Dropping her eyes down to the floor. He sighed, wondering how she could possibly be shy after everything they'd just done.

"We don't have to do anymore…this…in itself…was…"

"That's not what I mean." She said, taking her hands and placing them on either side of his shoulders… "I don't have any kind of…protection. I really don't want to…without…"

"Oh shit…forgot all about that…I…um…I have condoms…in my wallet. Kind of a male staple I think. We're always prepared in the event a seriously hot stranger wants to shag us in an ATM room."

She couldn't help but laugh at his remark, not knowing where to start. She was relieved about that, but still feeling a bit awkward in retrospect.

"I just don't want you to think this is something I do…I've never…I mean I don't expect anything…"

"Shhhh," he placed a finger over her lips, stopping her words before placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "This is special…no need to explain."

With that she moved her mouth over his once more…her arms wrapping around him tightly.

Stop thinking, she thought. As she decided to do something crazy for once in her life.

TBC

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