FORBIDDEN

:: Part Two - Road Block ::

Buffy felt the bed shift and the cold air rush at her back before she opened her eyes. She rolled over to see Spike at the bottom of the bed, reaching down to pick up his t-shirt. She smiled and pushed herself up on her elbows.

He stood up straight and looked at her, pulling the second garment of clothing over his head. He arranged it around the buckle of his trousers and picked up his belt, beginning to thread it through.

"What time is it?" Buffy asked, croakily as she looked out of the window to see the blackness of night.

"Early." He said, looking back at her in the dim light of the room.

Buffy nodded. "When do we leave?

"We?" He asked, furrowing his brow. He crushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans to hide the stirring that just looking at her had roused.

"Yes, we." She said, a little more angrily, sitting up and letting the sheet fall down to her waist, exposing her pert breasts. "What, were you just going to leave me here?"

"I can't have anyone travelling with me. Least of all some schoolgirl who--"

"Who you chained to a radiator!"

He paused and stared at her. "The deal was that you spend the night, not become my bloody sidekick!"

Buffy stood up and jumped off the bed. "Okay." She said, breathing to calm herself down. "Okay. How about a new deal?" He frowned at her; he was definitely more aware of her nakedness than she seemed to be.

"What?"

"I need to get out of town. Just let me tag along for a while. That's all I'm asking."

He eyed her suspiciously. "Where are you heading?"

She smiled. "As far as you can take me."

"I'm leaving the country." He said, as she turned around and bent down to pick up her clothes. He covered his eyes with one hand whilst folding the other across his chest.

"Sounds great!"

"I'm heading East, and then catching a plane. I can take you as far as that, but then you're on your own, pet."

She beamed, standing up and facing him. She pulled on his arm, moving his hand away from his eyes and bending him a little lower. He watched her eyes as she softly kissed him on his cheek that was now dusted with the day's stubble.

She pulled back and looked up at him. She really was the most curious creature. Less than twenty-four hours ago she had been cursing him and throwing books at the door, and he had chained her to the radiator, but now… "What are you running from?" He asked. Her face lost all its humour. She glared at him and pushed away. "Wait!" He said, holding on to her and pulling her back against him. She looked up at him through sad eyes. He didn't know why, but he cared.

She pushed against him. "Let me go!" She struggled, but he pinned her against him.

"Calm down, pet."

Ever defiant, she struggled further, and his hands still gripped her back against him. "No! You calm down!" She was sounding like a kid again, and she knew it, and once again she didn't care.

"Sh…" He soothed, rubbing her back until she slowed her breathing and went limp in his arms. He picked her up and sat her down on the bed, pulling the sheet around her. She shivered involuntarily as his knuckles brushed the tip of her breast ever so gently.

And then their eyes met.

Buffy shrugged out of the sheet and began tugging at his belt as he charged at her mouth. "Mmmph!" The lamp that had been standing on the dressing table was jolted off, smashing to the ground. Darkness leaked into the room as she helped him with his t-shirt as he yanked it over his head, and then with his jeans.

He pushed her back against the bed, and lay kisses up to her mouth and around her neck. He felt her squirming against him, pushing her body up to meet his. His erection pressed against her stomach as he pinned her down, securing her wrists above her head and firm against the mattress.

She moaned as he pressed hot, wet lips down across her collarbone and further to meet the rise of her skin onto her breast. He circled the nipple with his tongue before covering it completely with his mouth. Buffy bit onto her lip to quieten her premature moans, her hips skimmed the soft sheet beneath her as she continued in her attempts to feel more of him.

His kisses became more eager as he seemed to try to trace her body through the darkness. He slid his hands across her to map every contour of her body, curve by curve. He knew he didn't have long, but right now all he could think about was the one task that he was already engrossed in.

Buffy could feel her own body jolt in anticipation as his mouth and hands drifted lower. She reached down and tugged on his shoulders; she needed to feel him inside her…now!

He tutted as he secured her back to the mattress with one hand pressed against her stomach. "Not yet, pet. Not finished yet." She felt herself spasm at his words alone and heard him chuckle to himself.

He ran his fingers up and down her legs as he wove his tongue down to the apex of her thighs with hot, fiery kisses. She was whimpering as he gave the first, shattering lick across the lips of her quivering pussy. She shook and cried out at the power of the contact.

He tilted his head up to survey her and paused, crossing his hands over her mound. "You alright?" He asked, smirking.

She answered panting; "Y-yes…I've never…wow!"

"I can stop now if you want?" He said, knowing full-well the answer. He drew back a little.

"No!" She yelled. Reaching forwards a little. She wrapped her legs around his back, securing him to her.

"No?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her illuminated eyes in the darkness. "What would you like me to do?"

She arched against him. God! He had to make her say it, didn't he! He was a very bad person. "Y-you know what!" She stuttered, her arms weakening as he trailed a finger up her thigh. He paused before touching the once place she wanted him to be.

"What?" He dripped, working on the other thigh. He could see her excitement, feel the glistening wetness as it slickened her opening.

"T-touch me!" She choked as he reached up with one hand and fondled her breast whilst he spiralled ever closer with the other.

"Where?" He continued, tipping his head forwards so that she could feel his breath against her.

"I-I…" She couldn't go on any longer, and he'd had enough teasing. He dipped his head and lapped his tongue between her lips. She was so wet, so ready. "Ah!" She squealed as he dipped his tongue inside her. He could feel every little spasm, every little squeeze. She tasted so fucking sweet.

She thrust her hips towards his mouth as he brought his tongue up to her clit and sucked and teased. He dipped first one finger into her, then another, pressing against her spot rhythmically, all the while keeping hit hot mouth secure over her. She cooed loudly, biting back a scream and trying to hold in the rising pressure.

Suddenly she came, went wild, thrashing against his face and fingers. He lifted her thighs onto his shoulders and secured her against him, hands on her ass as he lapped up every bit of come that trickled out of her.

Buffy flopped back her breath laboured as she continued to shiver in the aftershocks. "Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god!"

"Like that, huh?" He grinned leaning over her. She nodded as he sheathed his cock deep inside her, up to the hilt. He paused for a moment to purvey her, then continued as she wrapped her ankles around his back.

"Mmmph! Unh! Unh! Spike!" She cried as he charged harder, accelerating his pace, sucking and nibbling on her nipples.

"Fucking…amazing!" He shouted, his thumb between them, working her clit. "So…fucking…hot! Wet!"

"Harder!" She choked, as he drew himself out almost entirely before thrusting back in. "Unh! Unh!"

"Fuck, Buffy!" He choked as she arched herself up to meet his every thrust.

"Fuck, yeah! Oh, unh!" She shrieked contracting her inner muscles, strangling his cock. She flattened her hands on his chest and moved them down to her nipples, circling, pinching.

The fusion was amazing as they both came together, rocking each force with the same intensity.

They lay there for a moment in silence. She was the only person that had ever matched him like that, and he was the only one who seemed able to make her come with stars shooting behind her eyes.

A male voice broke their luxury. "Well, Spike, I see you decided to stay."

Spike pulled the sheet over both of them and pushed Buffy behind him as the main light switched on. "Fuck!" Buffy looked confused as a man with ginger floppy hair and all the makings of a suit except the tie and jacket stared back.

"You put on quite a show, I can tell you. I thought you'd have left by now."

Buffy shot a nervous glance towards Spike. He didn't seem that concerned. "I was going to, but I got…sidetracked."

The other man chuckled. "That's a word for it!"

Spike raked his fingers through his hair. "How long do you think I've got?"

The other man paused. "I can hold them off till lunchtime, but if I was you I'd get out of town now. You saw what they did to Joey Benalow."

"Was that the guy with the--" Spike pulled a face.

"Yeah, and he was the boss' cousin! Imagine what they're gonna do to you!"

Spike breathed and shifted the sheet around him, still securing Buffy against him, behind him. "Hold them off till then, mate. I'm heading out now."

The other man nodded. "Good luck, man." He said, moving towards the door. "A lot of us don't have the guts it must have taken for you to have done what you did." Spike nodded as the man left, shutting the door behind him, then turned to face Buffy.

"You alright?" He asked, eyeing her cautiously. She closed her open mouth and focussed on him for a moment.

Then she hit him.

"Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He said, throwing up his arms to protect himself. "What was that about?"

"I could ask you the same thing." She glared, pulling the sheet up to cover herself.

"I…" He began, but faded off. "Listen, can we talk about this later? We need to get going."

She was about to hit him again, but stopped herself and nodded. He'd said we.

"Bloody traffic!" Spike growled as he beeped his horn at the lanes of cars in front of him.

Buffy folded her arms and looked around her at the mess that he'd called 'stuff'. The car was packed with it, whereas she only had one bag.

The cars shifted a bit and Spike charged forwards, braking harshly and beeping again as they stopped. A couple of other cars joined in.

"Whoa, calm down, Spike." Buffy said, reaching across and putting her hand on his thigh.

He took a deep breath. "Unless we get out of the state tonight we're fucked."

"Sounds interesting--"

"It's not." He interrupted, scowling out at the moving lanes on the other side. "What's the bloody hold-up?" He honked again.

"Sh – you need to calm down." She said, rubbing his thigh. He tried to ignore the contact, but gradually her fingers became more noticeable as they ran inside his leg, slowing down as they grew higher.

"Buffy--" He said, warningly, his voice a little choked.

He watched her as she licked her lips. "You know what I wanna do?" She asked.

Spike leant towards her and brought her mouth to his with on hand smoothing her cheek. His tongue held back a little as she pressed her lips down harder, shifting on her seat closer to his, leaning across, one hand still on his thigh.

There was a tap at the window.

Spike forced himself back into his own seat and took a few deep breaths before winding the glass down. "Yeah?" He said angrily, clearing his throat straight after.

A policeman grinned a little before speaking. "Sorry, folks, but there's a pile-up down the way about five kilometres. The rescue team are on their way, but the traffic's bad…as you can see." Spike shot him an angry glare as he turned to eye-up Buffy. "So, I'm just advising everyone to turn off their engines, and find someway to amuse themselves." He stood up. "Which you seem do be doing fine. Thank you, sir." He watched Buffy for a minute before walking away from the car.

Spike wound the window up and took a deep breath. "Look, Buffy--"

"Spike." She nodded as she scooched over to the middle seat.

"Buffy, I-I--" He stuttered as she straddled his leg and spread her hands over his chest. She tugged on his ear with her mouth before continuing to tease at his neck. "Hoh--" He breathed quickly as she dipped her hands into his jeans. "B-Buffy, we can't do this. Not here."

Her hot breath tickled his ear; "Just relax." She undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. She kissed him deeply before holding her hair out of her face with one hand, and his erection with the other. Her mouth was so hot as she covered him that he nearly spent himself there and then. All anger, all tension was lost as her tongue expertly caressed every inch of him. She let her hair fall as she pumped with one hand and cupped his balls with the other, massaging them with her palm.

"Oh, god--"

Spike grabbed onto whatever he could as she quickened the pace.

"Fucking…hell!" He shouted as he came and Buffy clamped her lips over him, swallowing every jet until he was spent.

Horns blasting and beeps brought him back into real life as he shuddered against her. The queue ahead of him and dissipated. He turned the key in the ignition and tried to concentrate on driving as Buffy sat up.

"Christ, Buffy!" He said, panting.

She made a note of licking her lips. "Mmmm!" She grinned, sitting back and strapping herself into the middle seat. She reached down and rested her hand on his cock, still glistening. She tucked him into his jeans and zipped him up.

She lifted one of his arms off the steering wheel and wrapped it round her, leaning into him. He held her as they continued to drive.

"You alright, pet?" Spike asked as Buffy began to wriggle against him in a deliberate, slow way. He looked down to see one of her hands inside the waistband of her jeans. "Need a hand?"

"I'm so hot…'n' wet…'n' I've gotta come, Spike." She tilted back a little and guided one of his palms inside her top and over her breast. He gave it a little squeeze and slid lower, under her thong. She hadn't been lying, she was wet. It seemed like she was like that all the time. For him? He shook his head; of course not.

She moaned as he dipped two fingers inside her and began massaging her clit with the palm of his hand as he pumped.

"Mmmn! Oh…yeah! Spike!"

He looked down again for a moment, eager to see her, and her reaction to him. Her hands had moved to her breasts, moulding them. He licked his lips. He was getting hard all over again.

He forced his eyes back onto the road and swerved to miss the curb. "Shit!" He withdrew his hand and clamped it onto the steering wheel.

"Spiiiiiiiiike!" She whined.

"Need my hand to drive, pet. Would you rather crash?"

"Maybe if you concentrated on the road there wouldn't be a problem of crashing." She snapped, reaching out and pulling his hand off the wheel and down her jeans again. He swerved again. "Spike!"

"Okay, that's it!" He shouted, pulling off the road down a dirt track. The car wobbled a little as it went over some bumps. He turned into a wood and pulled out the key.

Buffy laughed against his mouth as he devoured it hungrily, taking off her seatbelt and pulling her over him so that her back was resting on his legs.

He ripped her top open and covered a nipple with his mouth, sucking while he slid one hand down and dipped into her again. She whimpered as he rocked her, gently at first, but then more eagerly as she moved her hips with him.

She came heavily, drenching his fingers in her juices. He brought his hand to his mouth.

Buffy tore off her jeans and thong and straddled his lap, releasing him for the second time that journey from his own. She slid down the length of him and began wrenching her hips up and down.

"Mmmmmn…" She grinned, closing her eyes and letting her head roll forward onto his shoulder.

He held onto her hips and helped them grind against each other. She tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it and sliding her hands beneath it. "Oh, Buffy!" He panted as she circled her fingers over his nipples. "Fuck!"

"Yeah! Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh…fuck, yeah!" She screamed grinding down faster each time.

"Buffy, I--"

"Oh, Spike! Unh!" Her own orgasm was so close. She began to frantically pound down, using his shoulders to help her. "I guess…you're…stuck with me." She panted.

He laughed, breathily. "I--"

She froze. "I could go, I suppose?" She asked, teasingly as she pulled back just enough to feel him twitching at her opening.

"Don't you dare!" He arched his pelvis towards her as she giggled and closed down. Suddenly, she contracted all around him.

"OHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck! Ah!"

Spike grabbed onto her hips and pulled her down as he shot into her. He roared and wrapped his arms around her back as they moved together in the aftermath.

"Mmmmnnn… Let's do that again!" She beamed.

He laughed into her chest before pulling back. "We really need to get out of here, love." She squirmed a little.

"But this feels so good." She whined and wiggled some more.

"Come on, pet." He said, and shifted his hips a little.

"Mmmn." She licked her lips and began to arch.

"Oi," he said, warningly, giving her ass a playful slap, "no. Don't get us started."

"But I wanna!" She whined.

"Yeah, me too, pet. But we need to get back on the road."

She latched her legs around his. "Know what I'm thinking?" She asked, tipping her face close to his.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking…" She said, playfully, letting her now-ripped top slide down off her shoulders.

"You're thinking…" He encouraged, watching intently as she traced her fingertips across her lips and allowed them tease her tongue. She kept her eyes on the car roof, innocently.

"That we…" She added.

"That we." He repeated, breathlessly.

She let her fingers drop to her neck and trailed them slowly in a line down between her breasts and lower. "Take a little detour?"

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