A Summer's Life

Rating: R

Author: Buffy 21

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, as always.

Chapter 11

Buffy awoke the next morning and instinctively put her hand to her neck.

"Ow! What happened?"

She looked over at her husband's sleeping form beside her.

"Oh yeah, Spike. That's what happened."

After having gotten out of bed, she put on her robe and went downstairs to see Dawn off to school. Making her way to the kitchen, she could hear things being moved around. Opening the door, she saw Dawn trying to eat a bowl of cereal and make toast at the same time.

"Good morning, Dawn."

"It would be if I weren't running late as usual."

"Well, if you hadn't gone to bed so late, you wouldn't have to rush around this morning."

"That would be possible if you and the vampire love machine could keep the noise down during your sexapades," Dawn complained.

"Oh. You heard that did you?" Buffy said, sheepishly.

Dawn just stared at her in disbelief.

"Who couldn't? I'm surprised that Brianna slept through it."

"I'm sorry Dawn, we didn't realize. It won't happen again."

"Yeah right and I'm the Queen of England."

"I'm really sorry Dawn, really."

Dawn glanced down at her watch and gasped, "I'd better get going."

"Do need a ride?" Buffy inquired.

"No. Dave is coming to pick me up any minute. I'm going up to brush my teeth and put my face on, so please let me know when he arrives."

"Okay," Buffy replied as she began cleaning up the kitchen.

Having said that, Dawn ran up the stairs. Within a few minutes there was a horn blow.

"Dawn!"

"I heard him," she yelled from the top of the stairs.

Dawn quickly ran down the steps and grabbed her coat and backpack from the banister. Buffy stood by the door to say goodbye; Dawn stopped long enough to give her a peck on the cheek as she left the house.

"Bye Dawn, have a nice day at school."

"I will," she yelled back as she rushed to the car.

And in a flash, Dawn was in the car and gone. Buffy closed the door behind her and went back into the kitchen. She unconsciously raised her hand to her neck and was reminded of the soreness from Spike's bite. Buffy took a clean dishtowel and wrapped ice in it, then placed it against the wound. After a few minutes, Spike came downstairs and saw Buffy sitting at the table.

"You're up early?" Buffy inquired.

"Couldn't sleep with the Nibblet running up and down the bloody stairs, sounded like a stampede."

"Exaggerate much? Where's Bri?"

"She is still asleep. The mite had a bit of a fever during the night and I didn't want to wake you, so I took care of her."

"I should go up and see how she's doing."

"Brianna's fine. I checked on her before I came downstairs, but what about you?" he said noticing Buffy hold the towel to her neck.

"I'm good."

"Sorry luv, didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know. We were both caught up in the moment; so, no big."

Taking the towel from her, Spike looked at his mark.

"S'already healing. But I could kiss it and make it better," he said with a lusty smile on his face.

As Spike pressed his lips to the wound, Buffy moaned. He untied the sash of her robe and opened it to reveal her naked body; then he placed his hands on her tiny waist. The coolness of his mouth made Buffy shiver; she captured his lips in a bruising kiss. He reached up and cupped one of her breasts and fondled it. Spike broke the kiss and put his mouth to her breasts, licking her nipples until they were hard peaks.

"Did I make it better, sweetness?"

Buffy lost her ability to speak and nodded.

"I want to taste you luv."

Spike lifted her up onto the countertop and spread her legs, then flicked his tongue across her clit, eliciting a moan. He then darted his tongue in and out of her center, the pleasure was so intense that Buffy bucked her hips.

"Come for me, sweetness."

Without a moment's hesitation, she flooded his mouth as she came, letting out a strangled moan. Once it subsided, she opened her eyes and glanced down at her husband's tented pajama pants and climbed down to administer to his needs.

"It's your turn, my love," she said.

She yanked his pants down then lowered herself to her knees and wrapped her hand around his large shaft. Spike leaned back on the counter, rolled his eyes up in his head and clenched his teeth as she licked and sucked his cock; he groaned as he felt his orgasm building.

"Buffy . . . luv . . . stop . . . I want to . . . come inside . . . you."

She released him from her grip and stood before him; Spike kissed Buffy as he backed her up against the kitchen table. Breaking it off, he lifted her up on the table and proceeded to make love to her. He took hold of his large penis and started playfully teasing her by rubbing the tip along the outside of her opening; Buffy became frantic with lust and tried to impale herself on it.

"Are you ready, luv?"

Buffy nodded her head and moaned.

"Please, Spike . . . I need you."

Without another word between them, Spike slammed into her and the impact caused her to slide across the surface of the table. Trying not to lose contact, he grabbed Buffy's hips and slid her back against him, ramming into her relentlessly. She moaned, and rolled her head back and forth as she felt her orgasm building.

"Spike . . . I'm coming . . . harder."

Spike thrust faster and soon felt his own orgasm approaching. Then, with one last hard thrust, Buffy screamed and he groaned as they came together, Spike collapsed on top of her as his orgasm subsided. Buffy reached up and gave him a passionate kiss.

"I love the way you say good morning," she panted, after breaking it off.

"Me too, luv . . . me too."

Spike lifted himself off of her and kissed her again before they put their clothes back on. After a few minutes, Brianna called out to Buffy.

"Mommy!"

Buffy looked around her husband's shoulder to see their daughter enter the room.

Buffy picked her up and placed her on one hip, "Hi sweetheart. How are you?"

"I didn't feel good last night and Daddy took care of me."

"I know honey, he told me. How do you feel now?" Buffy inquired.

"I feel better now, Mommy."

"I'm glad sweetheart."

"G'morning, mite," he said, reaching over and kissing his daughter's forehead.

"Good morning Daddy."

"Do you feel up to eating breakfast?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Okay, let's sit you down at the table and get you some juice."

Thinking better of it, Buffy said, "After your father cleans it up first."

Spike looked up and then replied, "Oh right," and did as he was asked; then Buffy seated Brianna at the table and proceeded to make breakfast for them.

TBC . . .