Mortal Allies Series
Episode 5
War and Roses
By: Passion4Spike
Chapter 21: Porridge
Chapter Notes:
If you enjoyed the last chapter, there will be more fun in that same theme today! Have fun!
Thanks so much to MissLuci for sharing her beta skillz with me on this story, making these chapters hotter and sexier than I alone had managed. All mistakes are mine, either cos I was fiddling or because my brain had short circuited and I just couldn't see any errors.
Thank you ALL so much for sticking with this long story. I really am so very thankful for you all, and am so glad you (or at least those of you who commented) thought the wait had been worth it.
-X-
Spike stirred in his sleep. There was cool air on his skin, a soft mattress against his back, and warm hands on his body. It felt like the wings of an angel tickling his ankles, his calves... sliding oh so sweetly up his bare legs. He fell back into the dream, because he must be dreaming. He felt altogether too happy, too joyful for it to be real, and the feathery, warm touches that tingled up his body, settling at the base of his spine, couldn't possibly be real.
Could it?
Though he was loathe to leave the comforting arms of Morpheus, he had to know. Was this an illusion, a fantasy? Had it all been a fantasy? Blinking his eyes open, he found that it wasn't a fantasy or a dream... or if it was, he was still in it.
There was an angel kneeling between his legs—an Earth angel—her hair glowing golden in the late-morning light filtering in the wide, north-facing windows. She was kissing the tender flesh just above his knees, paying extra attention to the sensitive area between his legs.
"Are you a dream?" he rasped, his voice hoarse with sleep and love.
Buffy lifted her eyes from his body and graced him with one of those smiles that made his insides quiver and his heart tremble, on the verge of beating.
Then, as he'd seen before when she second-guessed herself, her expression grew serious and worried. "Is this... okay? I didn't mean to... um... take advantage. You just looked so... yummy."
Spike bit his lower lip, and crossed his arms behind his head, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Take advantage all ya like, Slayer. What's mine is yours."
Her smile returned along with a sigh of relief. "What happened here? The Phoenix Sword?" she asked, backing up a bit and running her finger along a scar that circled his knee.
He followed her finger with his eyes, and shook his head. It had been a nasty thing once upon a time, but now was just a jagged white line. "Had a bit of a disagreement with a carriage when I was ten. The carriage won," he related. "Did a right good job o' fucking it up. Doc said I'd likely never walk again... or not properly. That didn't sound too brilliant t' me, if I'm honest. Decided that doctor could just sod right off. Took a bit of doing, mum and cook helped me, but got it working again."
Buffy touched a soft kiss to the scar, her heart going out to little ten-year-old William. "So, you've always been contrary."
He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. "Reckon so."
She met his gaze and chewed on her lip adorably. "Will you..." Buffy cleared her throat nervously. "Will you tell me what to do? What you like? I want to... I want to make you feel good. I want to taste you... like you did me."
Spike's cock, which had been at about half-staff, jumped to full attention. Buffy's eyes were drawn to the movement, her teeth still clamped down on her bottom lip. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, her green eyes fiery and eager.
"Keep on what you were doing, pet," Spike encouraged. "Felt like a fiery angel kissing me."
She gave him a shy smile and resumed her gentle inspection of his legs with her mouth and hands. The skin of his legs were the same alabaster as the rest of his body, and just as flawless, though with a light dusting of golden-brown hair, which matched the nest of curls around his cock, and the hair beneath his arms. She could feel the strength beneath his silky skin, the toned muscle that she knew could deliver a powerful kick. She'd always wondered about jaws that could take punches and fists that could deliver them, but that was the least of it. She had a boyfriend who could do so much more than that. It was another thing she loved about him.
Spike bent his knees and slid his feet up and out as she neared the juncture of his thighs, giving her plenty of room. "Keep going, luv... kiss my balls, lick 'em, fondle 'em... suck 'em into your hot mouth," he instructed, watching her make her slow, frustrating, amazing way up.
Buffy was looking at him like he was a sodding buffet of sumptuous treats, and she'd been stranded on a desert island for the last ten years. Her tongue kept darting out, licking her pink lips, and then she lowered those lips to his balls and... Bloody fuck!
Her hot tongue circled one, then the other of his bollocks, leaving a wet trail of burning ice in its wake. And then those lips were kissing and sucking, and her hand was there, caressing them, her nails scratching lightly from his taint, down the backside of his sac. "Fuck, Buffy... yes... shit, feels so good," he groaned, tilting his hips up to give her even better access. "Nip with your teeth..."
She complied, kissing, licking, and nibbling as if she'd never tasted anything so divine before. She was surprised when the round marbles inside the sac moved. It felt strange and intriguing, and she used her tongue and hand to gently separate them, then pull them back together, lift one, then the other. She rolled them between her fingers like those Chinese stress balls they sold at that woo-woo Center for Eastern Health and Interpretive Dance place in the mall. So far, they didn't chime… but the moans Spike was making totally made up for that.
Buffy couldn't stop the giggle that burbled up from her throat… so inappropriate! 'Oh god, don't giggle! You shouldn't laugh when you're doing… this!'
"What's tickled your funny bone, then?" Spike asked, and Buffy couldn't hold it back another moment, pulling back and wiping at her shining eyes with one hand, but keeping his balls in her other.
"I'm sorry… I… I know I shouldn't laugh… this isn't the time for laughing… not when we're… you know…"
Spike still didn't know what the joke was, but she was glowing with amusement, and even more beautiful than a moment before, though he had no idea how that was possible. "If ya can't laugh when you're making love, then I reckon you're doing it wrong, pet."
She blinked up at him, meeting his sparkling blue eyes. How could he make absolutely everything she did feel right? She was laughing… not at him, but he didn't know that, and yet he was still looking at her like she hung the moon every night and set the sun alight every morning.
"Tell me what's funny," he prompted.
"I was… well… they move… I can move them around in there," she explained, demonstrating with the hand that still held his sac, and drawing another rumbling groan from Spike. "I was thinking they're like those Chinese stress balls… have you seen them? You're supposed to roll them around in your hands and they chime and… and take your stress away. Yours don't chime…"
"Thank bloody god," Spike added with a chuckle.
"But that sound you make…" Buffy played with them again and Spike obliged with that sound. A sound that took every stress and worry away and left nothing but them. Nothing but need and desire and love surrounding them like a cocoon of utter joy.
"It's better than the chime thing. I think they should make their balls moan like that… it's so much better than lame chimey-sounds."
Spike grinned at her. "Your mind's a scary place… and I bloody love it. Feel free t' have your way with my bollocks anytime you feel the need for a bit of… stress relief, pet. Happy t' oblige with the proper sounds."
Buffy laughed again, her smile utterly dazzling. "I'll keep that in mind," she assured him, feeling light and airy, like her heart was a cloud floating around in her chest. Still grinning, she turned her attention back to his balls, lowering her mouth to continue her mission.
His cock bobbed and twitched as she explored his balls with her mouth and hands. It was deliciously torturous, having her only touching his sac, making love to it, devouring it. "Suck 'em into that hot mouth of yours... stuff your cheeks full o' me, Slayer."
One orb was pulled between her soft lips and engulfed in her fire, and Spike's hips bucked up. Christ, she was gonna dust him good and proper. He'd only been her lover a few hours; he wondered if he'd make it to see another dawn at this rate. Then his other ball was pulled in, and she began rolling them around in her mouth like sodding jawbreakers. Her teeth scraped over the tender flesh, and her gentle tongue laved them, soothing the pricks of perfect pain. It felt like she would swallow him down, starting with his fucking balls. And he was good with that.
"Christ woman, pump my cock... pump me hard... fuck, Buffy... jerk me off," he pleaded, lowering his hands to tangle in her riot of silken tresses.
Her fist closed over his shaft and squeezed, then began to pump up and down his length as she sucked his balls in the inferno that was her incredible mouth.
"FUCK!" he exclaimed as he felt his body succumb to her. He didn't even try to stop it. His balls tightened inside her delicious mouth, and cum exploded into the air, raining down in gooey globs on his abdomen, his dick, her hand, her face... fuck, it was even in her hair. Christ, she looked decadent with his jizz in her hair.
Buffy released his balls with a soft plop, and looked up, her hand still gripping his spunk-covered cock. She was an angel, a debauched angel with saliva dripping from her chin and his spunk glistening on her skin.
"Was that supposed to happen?" she asked worriedly, watching the last of his cum dribble from his cock, before turning her wide eyes to the pearly puddles of white jizz scattered around the bed, splattered over Spike's pale chest, and from the wetness on her face, all over her as well.
Spike began to laugh, an utterly joyful, infectious laugh. "You're a bloody wonder, Buffy," he said, chortling. "God, I love you."
She grinned, wiping wads of cum off her face with her free hand, keeping hold of his cock with the other. "So, that was good?"
He reached down and gathered a wad of cum onto his fingers and offered it to her. "You tell me."
Buffy met his eyes, then looked at his fingers, dripping with cool, slick spunk. He could see her suddenly go from confident vixen to unsure girl, but then she opened her mouth and guided his hand to her lips. Oh, bloody hell... he was sodding doomed. She drew his fingers in slowly, sucking and licking them with that magical tongue of hers. And then she moaned, and his cock was rock solid again, just like that.
"More where that came from, Slayer," he suggested. "Reckon wouldn't take much t' get a bit straight from the tap."
She pulled his clean fingers from her mouth slowly, licking all the way to his fingertips, and then released his hand. "Again... already?" she asked, giving a short pump of his cock, spreading the jizz beneath her fist, feeling the proof of the readiness of his prick as it throbbed beneath her fingers.
"Vampire, luv. Could fill your belly with my spunk for hours."
Once again, her eyes locked on the feast before her, examining her options, as if deciding if she should start with the appetizer or dessert.
"Your mouth's bloody glorious," Spike assured her when she hesitated. "Nothing you do'll be wrong."
She glanced up at him and swallowed back her tentativeness and uncertainty. "B-But you'll tell me if you want something different, right?"
"Don't see a gag stuffed in my mouth, do ya?"
Buffy grinned, catching her bottom lip in her teeth a moment before she turned her attention back to the gloriously hard dick that was beckoning her. She decided to start with his balls again. She pressed her tongue against them, flattening it, as she licked up from his sac to the base of his prick. Spike moaned his approval, fisting his hands in the shredded sheets to keep from interfering with her exploration. Then, using just the tip of her tongue, she licked up the hard shaft, in a slow, meandering line. She could taste more of his spunk gathering on her tongue, taste her own essence coating his skin, and she stopped a couple of times to swallow before returning to her mission.
Licking his cock was so much different than having it in her hand. She could feel every swollen vein, every bump and dip in the hard flesh. She could feel it throbbing and twitching, and she had to clamp her hand at the base to keep it from moving. It was oddly like... like reading braille... if braille was really sexy and the bumpy letters were covered with drying cum.
Okay, it probably wasn't like reading braille at all, but she still felt like there was a message here, and the message was—she didn't suck at sucking. Or at licking. Or at fucking.
She reached the ridge that separated the shaft from the head, and drew her tongue around it, enjoying how the smooth, silky skin felt against her tongue. Spike was moaning out words of encouragement, which only added to the hard, bumpy message, and made her heart glow with confidence. He wanted her. She made him feel good. She made him quiver and shake. She made his hips want to buck, though her hand gripping his cock held them down.
Buffy feathered her tongue over the round head, delighting in the way his body tensed, and the already shredded sheets ripped more beneath his grip. True to his word, there was more slick goodness awaiting her, straight from the tap. She dipped her tongue into the round pearl of precum and took it into her mouth. He tasted coopery, and salty, with a flare of spicy fire.
It tasted like Spike.
She lifted her eyes and found him watching her, his eyes an incandescent blue, burning with desire. "You taste good," she rasped, slowly pumping his cock with her hand.
"Have all ya want, luv. Want t' see you suck me off, see you swallow all that spunk down, fill your belly with me. You gonna do that? Gonna fuck me with your mouth 'til I blow my wad down your pretty throat?"
"That had been the idea," she admitted with a rush of color to her face. His dirty talk turned her on and embarrassed her at the same time. It made her heart hitch in her chest, and her pussy throb; it made her feel like a silly schoolgirl and sultry temptress all at once. She wanted to hear him talk dirty to her, hear the deep, sexy voice he used—his bedroom voice, which she never really understood the meaning of before. It melted her, starting deep in her belly, and spreading out to every cell in her body. She even liked being told what to do. Which was weird, 'cos she never liked to be told what to do... except this was hot and even... liberating?
"T-Tell me what you want," she ventured, giving his dick another, long slow pump with her hand.
"Take my cock inside you... strangle me with your lips, devour me with your tongue. Use your teeth t' nip and scratch. Squeeze my balls just enough to hurt... just enough to make me beg you to stop... then hurt me a little bit more."
Buffy's heart lurched in her chest, her excitement growing by leaps and bounds. "H-hurt?" she asked, just to make sure she'd heard him right.
Spike's eyes were glittering flames. "Didn't your book tell ya 'bout pain, pet? Makes the pleasure after bloody incandescent."
She swallowed nervously. The book had mentioned it under the heading of 'discipline'. It said some people didn't like pain with their sex, or even the idea of pain, while some people liked the fantasy of it more than the actual act—in which case just threatening, pretending, and role-playing worked—and some people really got off on the sensation of pain. Spike, she was sure, was in the latter category. She had no idea which one she fell in, though from her body's reaction to the idea, she was not in the first category. It also said it should only be done with someone you trust and there should be a safe word to use in case a line got crossed, or one person was at all uncomfortable with what was happening.
"We... we should have a safe word," she suggested shyly. "The book says it should be something we can both remember in the heat of the moment and easy to say. Do you... I mean, have you used one before that you want to keep using?"
Buffy was absently stroking his cock with her burning hot hand, so Spike had a hard time processing what she was talking about. Safe word... was that one of her twisted malapropisms?
"Lost me 'round that bend, pet," he admitted after trying, and failing, to get his blood-deprived brain to start firing on at least one cylinder and follow her.
"A safe word," she repeated. "You know, in case I, um, do something you don't... don't want me to. Like really hurt you... injure you, ya know?"
Spike captured her hand with his and stilled her slow stroking of his prick so he could get a little bit more blood back to his brain. "Hurting me is the point, luv."
"Yeah, I mean... I get that, I think I do, anyway, but not, like, hurt-hurt, just sorta-hurt, right? Like, I wouldn't want to do any permanent damage to anything, um... vital." Her eyes darted to his cock again and then back up.
"Vampire, here. Not likely to do anything permanent unless you use something wooden and pointy."
She chewed her lip, and dropped her eyes to their hands; his wrapped around hers, hers wrapped around his cock. "You just stopped me from what I was doing," she pointed out, giving his dick a light squeeze before looking back up and meeting his eyes. "If one of us needs the other one to stop what they're doing, no questions asked, then we should have a safe word. It might not just be you stopping me, it could be me stopping you. I mean, I know 'no means no' is the rule, but also, sometimes, no doesn't mean no, ya know? 'Cos you just said you wanted me to keep going when you begged me to stop... which means no doesn't mean no, it just means... umm... not no. Ya know?"
Buffy took a deep breath and waited. She was pretty sure the book explained it better—perhaps with less 'nos'—but she was also sure she'd explained the gist of it, and Spike seemed to be able to decipher her Buffy-talk, even if she couldn't always understand his Queen's English.
A thousand thoughts and emotions flooded Spike's slightly-blood-deprived brain. First, Buffy was suggesting that she would let him do things to her that could possibly require this safe word she's babbling about. Second, she was giving him an out if things went too far. There had never been a limit to Dru's capacity to deliver pain, and he'd never, ever had an 'out', apart from fighting back, which he rarely did, because it was Dru. She needed him to be her life-sized dolly; she needed someone to take all her perverse pain and bitter fury. Spike gladly gave her what she needed, even when what she needed was him in excruciating agony. Then there were times when she needed to be the bad dolly, insisting that he had to punish her, often brutally. He had no capacity to say 'no' to either scenario, no matter how much he sometimes wished he could.
Sometimes, in the aftermath, whether he'd been the punishee or the punisher, he'd have to step away for a few hours, gather his thoughts, bring himself back from whatever dark, twisted place Dru had taken him. More often than not he'd spend part of those hours crying and cursing Angelus for breaking her mind and hurting her so badly that she needed such wicked brutality and outright pain in order to feel loved.
What Buffy was suggesting was... well, it was sodding sane, wasn't it? A word that could stop the pain. Just a word. No fists. No fangs. No curses or tears. A word. He knew that would only work if the person you said it to listened, and... and loved you enough to respect you, respect your choice, respect your limits. Bloody hell. He felt a swell of poncy emotion pressing against the back of his eyes, and he willed it back, blinking a couple of times and swallowing hard.
"Didn't have... I mean, no... don't have a safe word I'm overfond of," he said with a rasp in his voice. "Whaddya reckon a good one would be?"
"I... hmm, it should be short and easy to remember," she reiterated.
"So, not 'supercalifragilistic-bloody-expialidocious'," he surmised.
Buffy laughed lightly. "Um, I think that would be a big 'no'. Some people just use, like, streetlights; green means go, yellow, slow down, red, stop. Easy to remember and say, but the book also suggests that something more... personal is good. Something that triggers a... a different emotion... different from, you know, lustiness."
A slow smile spread over Spike's face. "Rats," he suggested.
She shuddered. "That would do it," she agreed.
He chuckled. His Slayer could fight the forces of darkness without fear, but give her a little pack o' squeaking, scrabbling rats, and she goes t' pieces.
"I love you," he breathed, his voice full of so much emotion it made Buffy's heart do a little flip in her chest. Not for the first time, she wondered how hearts managed to feel like they were doing all these gymnastics and still stay connected to the arteries.
"I love you, too," she replied, just as breathlessly as she slid her hand up the shaft of his cock, Spike's grip on her having slackened. "So," she continued, trying to put sultry-ness in her voice. "You want me to suck your cock... and squeeze your balls just enough to make you beg... what else did you say?"
"Want you to devour me, Slayer. Fuck me good with that cheeky mouth o' yours. Squeeze me hard with those pouty lips."
"Like this?" she asked, leaning down and slowly slipping the head of his cock into her mouth. She clamped her lips beneath the flared corona of his glans and sucked down hard.
Spike bucked beneath her, a reverent curse tumbling from his lips. She slid her tongue around and around the bulbous head before dipping the tip into his cumslit, swallowing down the latest offering 'from the tap'. She moaned around him, the vibration alone nearly enough to send him into orbit. "Christ, Buffy... so good, fuck, you're a bloody goddess. Suck me good, woman... yeah, like that... fuck, take it, take my cock into that mouth... lick me with that sharp tongue, suck me off with your smart mouth."
Buffy took him deeper into her slick, hot depths, licking all along the shaft as she went lower. She began to stroke up from the base of his cock with her hand, wrapped tight around his hard rod. Her lips and fingers met somewhere in the middle and reversed directions, pulling apart, then coming back together again.
Spike reached down and gathered her hair back from her face, watching as her beautiful lips swallowed him and her hot hand squeezed him. Fuck, but she was sexy, moaning around him, licking and sucking, and eating him like he was a sodding buffet of dark chocolate truffles. His cock glistened with her saliva as she pulled back, and her hand was dripping with it now too. He watched as her pace increased, clearly becoming bolder. How many times had he fantasized about this? About her sucking his dick, taking him into that sweet mouth of hers? Hundreds maybe... but none was as magnificent as the reality of her. Nothing he could imagine did the reality of her justice.
"Look at me, pet," he rasped, and her wide, green eyes darted up to meet his. They were full of fire and love, and just a hint of unsure innocence. Bloody fuck! "That's it, baby, take my cock... how much of it can you swallow, eh? Fuck, you're sexy looking up at me like that, your mouth full o' my prick. Feel so good... grab m' balls... don't forget your teeth... make it hurt just right, Slayer."
Buffy's free hand closed over his balls, and she raked her nails down them, making Spike cry out, and his hips jerk unexpectedly, slamming the head of his cock against the back of her throat. She pulled back, fighting the gag reflex, her eyes wide and watering.
"Fuck, sorry, luv. Didn't mean—" Spike began, but his words devolved into a moan when she dove right back down with a feral growl of hungry lust.
She'd thought about doing this so many times. Tried to imagine what it would be like, what he would taste like, how it would feel to have his cock in her mouth, sliding between her lips and over her tongue. She'd not come close to the reality of it. It turned her on more than she thought possible, and his words only fueled the fire in her belly, the throbbing in her pussy. And then, when she met his eyes and saw the utter adoration and lust burning in those azure orbs, it was like a cyclone whipping her desire into an inferno.
She suddenly felt powerful, utterly in control—the complete opposite of anything she'd felt with Angel. She wanted Spike with every fiber of her being. Wanted him to growl and moan and curse and cum. She wanted to swallow him down, devour him... own him... no, that wasn't the right word. Dominate? But at the same time give all of herself to him. It was a strange, oxymoronic feeling, at once giving pleasure and receiving it.
"Fuck! Yes! Swallow me, down! Fuck, Buffy! Christ!" he exclaimed as she did just that, taking him into her undulating throat, swallowing around him, taking his length slowly deeper with every bob of her head, fighting back her body's reflexive response to the welcome invasion. More! She wanted more of him. She wanted all of him inside her! Soon, she was slamming down and pulling back in a frantic rhythm until her nose was buried in his curls with every downstroke. The hand she had clamped on his balls tightened and released, then her nails were digging into the sensitive flesh. He bucked up against her, driving his cock that much deeper with every stroke. She moaned in pleasure and made no move to pull away or stop the thrusting of his hips.
"Fuck, woman... arrrghh! Yes, yes... suck me down. So fucking hot... suck my cock... take it, woman... take all of me!" he cried as the pain and the pleasure began to overwhelm him. "Buffffy! Fuck! Gonna cum!" he warned her, but the tightening in his balls seemed to only make her squeeze harder and take him deeper as he exploded down her throat. Then she was choking and gagging, and had pulled back, though hadn't released his spewing cock, which was emptying into her mouth. Spunk spilled from her lips and ran down her chin, though she was still obviously trying to swallow the offering to his goddess between gasps for air.
Oh god, oh god, oh god! Buffy felt perfectly debauched, wonderfully wicked, as she gulped and gasped and swallowed her vampire down. She'd made him growl and curse and cum. Though he hadn't begged for mercy, the way he'd screamed her name as he exploded down her throat made her feel like the goddess he kept saying she was. Her blood was boiling, singing, her body thrumming, her heart racing. It was like every cell of her body had been ignited and burned with the most delicious fire. She licked and sucked and drank him in as Spike's hips shuddered and his cock throbbed between her lips. It was like nothing she'd ever imagined, and she wanted to do it again, and again...
Spike grabbed her shoulders, dragged her up his body, and captured her sloppy, swollen, cum-soaked lips in a bruising kiss. After a surprised moment, she was kissing him back, tangling her tongue with his as she straddled him and ground her slick pussy down on his spent cock, which decided maybe it wasn't done after all, and began to twitch back to life. His hands slid down her body and cupped her ass, pressing her against him harder as their tongues battled in a crazed dance of love and lust.
"My goddess. No one like you, Sunshine... never anyone like you. Fuck me, Buffy... want to be inside your sweet quim... will you fuck me, pet? Ride my cock, let me see your tits sway and bounce, see your pretty face when you cum all over me," he murmured against her skin, moving from her mouth down to nip and suckle the tender skin just behind her ear.
Buffy moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure as he bit down lightly on her earlobe. She could feel his cock growing harder with each teasing stroke of her slick pussy up and down the length of him. This 'go for hours' thing wasn't just lip service, though his lips were doing an excellent job, too.
She reluctantly pulled away from those wonderful lips, sitting back, her knees on either side of his slim hips. "Show me how," she whispered, her eyes meeting his. A flood of emotion washed over his expressive face, from a flicker of amusement to a bonfire of adoration to an inferno of lust.
"Lift that sweet pussy up," he began. Watching Buffy do as he instructed, her own expression excited and eager, made his cock ache to be inside her, his lips yearn to be kissing her, his hands itch to be holding her.
"Right over my cock... lower down a bit... slowly..." he continued, taking hold of the base of his prick. "Stop," he commanded when his glans pressed against her slick folds. He moved his cock back and forth against her, raking over her clit, the sensitive skin around her dripping opening, then back to her taint and over the tight bud of her arse before pulling it back to start again.
Buffy's eyes fluttered closed as he teased her, her hands braced on the hard hills and valleys of his abs, her pussy throbbing with need. "Spike, god... please," she begged.
"Please what, luv?"
"Please can I... can I have you inside me?"
"You want me, do you?"
He kept teasing her—and himself—dragging the head of his cock back and forth from her sweetly puckered arsehole to her taint to her clit, pausing at the tight opening of her cunt and lifting his hips just the slightest bit, barely dipping into her.
"Yes," she agreed pleadingly.
"What do you want to do to me?"
"Fuck you."
"Gonna ride me good, Slayer? Use my cock for your pleasure?"
"I..." She hesitated, forcing her eyes open and down to meet his, not sure of the right answer.
"Just be honest, pet... you want to use my cock to get yourself off, don'tcha? Like how I fill you up? How I make you feel? How hard I am? How you can fuck me for hours?"
Buffy bit down on her lip adorably, nearly making Spike cum just from the vision of her. "Yes?" she answered shyly.
"Don't sound like you're too sure 'bout that... tell me how much you love my cock."
"I... god, I love your body, I love your cock, I love... I love how you taste, and how you feel, and how you fill me up. I love how hard you are and how you make me feel. I love how you look at me and how you talk to me, and... and I love you."
He reached up and began tweaking one nipple with his free hand, still teasing her pussy with his cock. Buffy gasped and her back arched, her hips jerking down against his dick, desperate to have him inside her, but he slid it away from her hole, and it slipped up her belly, leaving a slick trail of their juices in its wake.
"Ah, ah, ah..." he chastised. "Not done with you yet."
"You're killing me!" she accused, her blazing eyes boring into his.
He grinned. "Slayer of Slayers, pet. It's what I do. Now, answer the questions like a good girl... been doing fine so far."
"You're evil," Buffy declared, making Spike's grin widen as he resumed his teasing of her body.
"Yeah, and you love it. Can feel your hot cunt throbbing for my evil cock. You gonna cum all over my prick, Slayer? Gonna coat my balls, burn me up in your sweet cream?"
"Yes..." she breathed, keeping her eyes on his as her body thrummed and prickled with need. "I'm gonna burn you up, vampire."
"You gonna let me fill your cunny up with my jizz?"
"God, yes..."
"Then what the blue buggering balls are you waiting for, Slayer? Fuck me!"
Buffy's giggle was cut off by a rapturous gasp as his hips jerked upwards and she impaled herself on Spike's cock in one swift and powerful motion. His hand flattened between them as she took him in to the hilt, his knuckles striking her clit, and sending waves of bliss rolling through her.
Her strong, golden body arched above him, her tits jutting out, her hips undulating, grinding herself against his hand and cock as her face contorted in pleasure.
"That's it, baby... cum all over me. Fuck, Buffy, so beautiful ... burn me up... burn me the fuck up with that hot cream," Spike rasped as her pussy spasmed around his dick, squeezing and releasing, her supple channel undulating up and down his length as she orgasmed. She rode out her release with a long inhalation, filling her lungs beyond capacity before suddenly forgetting how to breathe out.
When Spike began tweaking one hard nipple with one hand, and stroking her slick clit with the other, she threw her head back, her long, golden tresses flying around her face and shoulders, as a stream of expletives poured out of her with the air, "Fuck-fuck-god-fuck-shit-yes-fuck-christ-fuck-Spike-god-fuckkkk!"
"Christ, woman... feel so good, love watching you cum. Fuck, so goddamned tight... squeeze my cock so good, you do... Bloody hell... cum, Buffy, cum... cum all the fuck over me."
Buffy's head fell forward, her hair a curtain around her face as she panted, her body quivering with the blessed release built up from Spike teasing her for so long.
Spike pulled his hand from between them and lifted his glistening fingers to his nose, inhaling the scent of her deep into his lungs. "Fuck, Buffy," he said reverently before sliding them between his lips and moaning with pleasure.
She flipped her hair to one side so she could watch him as her body slowly came back under her control. She felt like everything inside her was sparkling with love and lust and life. She suddenly wanted to know how long a Slayer could live... forty years, fifty... more? She wanted to feel this way forever; feel this loved, this in love.
"Will you really always love me?" she asked in a hopeful, raspy voice.
Spike had finished licking her juices from his fingers and smiled up at her. "You know I will."
"When I'm old... I mean... really old, will you still want me? Want me like this?"
"Forever," he vowed. "Never get enough o' you, Buffy. Always want to be inside you."
Buffy blinked the emotion back and nodded. "I want to feel like this forever... I want to be here with you, forever."
"Not sure I can afford The Four Seasons quite that long, pet," he joked, his own eyes glistening. "But the Morning Wood Inn will always be open."
She let out a choked laugh and slapped his chest playfully. "Well, we better enjoy it while we can, then," she suggested as she began rolling her hips against him. "I'm gonna fuck you now, Spike. I'm gonna ride you until you scream my name and cum inside me. You like how I squeeze you?"
She clamped down hard with those magnificent inner muscles to demonstrate.
Spike's eyes rolled back in his head. "Fuck..." he gasped as his hips lifted to meet her downstroke.
"Is that a 'yes'?"
"Fuck yes," he gasped out. "Fuck me good, Slayer. Ride me hard. Strangle my fucking cock with that glorious cunt of yours."
"God, I love you," Buffy swore as she thrust her hips against him, squeezing and releasing his cock in time with her movements. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she chanted as her movements became more frantic.
Spike matched her strokes, driving up into her, his tempo increasing with hers, trying to keep up with her, as he watched her graceful, powerful body riding him like her prized stallion. Buffy's tits swayed and bounced, drawing his hands to them, making his mouth water. Her back arched, pressing into his touch, as he pinched and twisted lightly against the yearning rosebuds, making her cry out in pleasure. He couldn't get enough of this glorious woman. He wanted more. More of her beautiful words. More of her painfully perfect cunt. More of her pert tits. More of her flowing hair. More of her glowing skin. More of her love. All of her love. Forever. She'd said forever.
He could've sworn he felt his heart beat in his chest at that. Or perhaps it was just another piece of her love clicking into place, mending him. Making him whole. Setting him free from the shackles he'd lived with for so long. The shackles of darkness, of loneliness. The shackles of giving all his love, only to never have even a crumb returned.
This woman was giving him the entire cake, a whole bakery of cakes... a whole bloody world full of cakes. Not only that, she was fucking him right straight to heaven.
"Cum for me, Buffy... want you cumming with me... fuck, woman, what you do to me. So bloody hot. So fucking perfect. Cum for me... cum for me, pet," he begged, sliding one hand between them again to find her clit.
"Yes... god, Spike, yes... close, so close... more... more... more..." she panted, slamming her hips down on him again and again, driving his cock deep inside her, banging her clit on his eager fingers.
"Oh god, oh, oh... fuck... yes... god-god-god... Spike ... cumming... cumming... shit! Cumming!" she ranted as her fingers dug into the hard flesh of his abs leaving tiny crescent moon punctures in his skin. Her hips bucked wildly against him, driving his prick into her hard and fast. A long scream of release filled the air, and her entire body went rigid, her cunt indeed strangling his cock as she fell into the abyss just ahead of him.
Spike let go of the control he'd been desperately holding onto, his growling howl of release joining her scream as his hips thrust up, meeting hers one last time, before his balls emptied, rocketing volley after volley of blissful spunk deep into her burning core. He tumbled over the edge just after his lover, his heart and mind whirling with the complete and utter radiance of her, his body filled with sparkling sunbeams she'd poured into him, lighting every dark corner with her effulgence.
"Christ, Buffy... fuck... love you so much. Bloody fuck... love you..." he gasped as she collapsed onto his chest, her hot body on the verge of igniting his dead flesh. Her hair splayed over his face and shoulders like a silken veil, soft and sweet against him. Her breath tickled his skin like a tropical breeze as she gulped deep lungfuls of cool air. Her racing heart thudded against his ribs, vibrating through him as if her heart beat for the both of them.
He wrapped his arms around her as she'd done him earlier, holding her in place. "Don't move... never move... fuck, Buffy... love you."
"Yours... forever yours," she vowed, slipping her arms around his shoulders, relishing the feel of his hard, perfect body as she snuggled against him. "Love you," she panted, touching velvet kisses to the side of his neck. "Love you, love you."
Spike turned his face and pressed a loving kiss into her temple, breathing in the bewitching scent of her—the tang of sex mingled with her mango-vanilla shampoo, the musk of her shimmering skin blended with her beguiling perfume, the last remnants of her minty toothpaste was barely discernable beneath the coppery spice of his spunk on her lips. She was heaven for all his senses. "My glorious, gilded goddess," he sighed against her. "You're a bloody wonder, pet. Love you."
Buffy let out a sigh of her own, her body feeling heavy, but in the best way possible—sated and relaxed in a way she'd never known before. "Best birthday ever," she murmured sleepily. "Thank you."
Spike smiled, running his hands down her luscious back, over her sweet curves, as he felt her body melt atop him, her breathing level out. "My pleasure, sweet girl," he replied quietly as his chest began to rumble with a contented purr.
The Slayer murmured, "My yummy purring vampire," as she nuzzled against his neck before drifting off to sleep.
The purring vampire closed his eyes, his heart as full as his arms were—filled with his Slayer, his girl, his lover, his forever and always. "Best day ever," he whispered, quietly amending her declaration, as he let himself slip into slumber with her.
-X-
"Whatcha doin', luv?" Spike asked as he walked through a softly swirling mist to get to Buffy. She was crouched at the top of a long and winding staircase which was surrounded by clouds. The gleaming, marble steps beneath her seemed to go on forever, meandering down toward a beautiful blue planet.
"I'm sciencing," she explained, looking up at him with a brilliant smile. "Wanna see?"
Spike dropped down onto his haunches next to her, forearms on his thighs, hands dangling between them. "'Course," he agreed eagerly.
"I was afraid my first-grade slinky science wasn't as good as your PhD in astro-sexy-physics, but look!" she exclaimed as she tumbled a shiny, iridescent slinky off the top step. It seemed to change colors—mutate and shimmer—as it began down the long staircase, the coils unfurling and furling and unfurling again. Then, just a few steps down, it suddenly began to weave and bob, dancing around, sometimes coming back up, before going back down again in a dazzling whirl of glittering color and light.
Buffy beamed at Spike, her whole face aglow. "See? Isn't it pretty? I didn't have anything to worry about, did I?"
Spike smiled at her, his eyes alight with love and reverence. "Never, pet. Your slinky's from heaven, after all. Couldn't help but be brilliant, just like you."
The Slayer looked around at the fluffy white clouds and the massive pearly gates in the distance, then back at Spike. "I only found my way here because of you. You gave me cheeseburgers and fixed my heart."
"Don't have any cheeseburgers now. Got bacon though..." Spike produced a plate heaped with strips of perfectly fried bacon from thin air. "You hungry, pet?"
Buffy reached out and plucked up a strip of bacon. "Starving."
"Best wake up then and have some nosh. Can't faff about here in heaven all day."
She nodded, looking down the staircase for her slinky, but it was little more than a tiny sparkle, nearly to the bottom now.
"Don't need it, pet," Spike assured her. "You're my sunshine. Got all the light inside you, and now it's time to rise and shine, luv..."
-X-
"Hey, my beautiful angel. You peckish? Rise and shine. Got some nosh for ya."
Buffy moaned and stretched, rolling over in the soft clouds... not clouds. Bed. She blinked her eyes open to find Spike standing over her—a completely nude Spike—holding a large, rattan tray—one of those 'breakfast in bed' trays that fit down over your legs. She inhaled deeply and was overwhelmed by the perfectly heavenly aroma of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns, of waffles and maple syrup, and of orange juice.
"Got ya a bit of everything," he explained, his eyes bright in the early afternoon light that flooded in through the huge windows of their penthouse suite. "Need t' keep your strength up. Got a big day ahead."
"Please tell me you didn't answer the door like that."
"Gettin' to ogle my danglies is better than a tip."
"Spike!"
"Don't worry, Slayer, I still tipped."
She rolled her eyes and smiled up at him, pushing into a seated position. Her hair was a tangle of spun gold, her body was deliciously relaxed, and her heart felt full and happy—fuller and happier than she ever remembered being. "What about you?" she asked, dropping her eyes to his dick, which, for once wasn't standing at perfectly erect attention, though it swelled visibly under her scrutiny. "Looks like you could use an infusion of 'go juice'."
"Oi! Haven't heard any complaints thus far," he grumbled as he settled the tray across her lap.
Buffy laughed. "I wasn't questioning your manhood, silly, just wanted to make sure you got all strength-upped too. You've lost a lot of... fluids. I just thought you might need topping up, since, if I have my way, you'll be making lots more donations," she teased, her eyes sparkling.
Spike's defensive mood shifted in a moment, and he gave her a heated leer, his teeth closing over his bottom lip. "Well, what my lady wants, my lady gets. Way you milk my cock with that cunt and those lips of yours, best get me another pint or two, just t' be sure nothing runs dry. Back in a mo'."
She was still grinning as she watched his eye-candy ass saunter back to the other room. It was like watching a classical sculpture come to life, the flawless, white marble muscles begging to be touched and kissed. Every hard angle and bold curve of flesh had her mouth watering and her body tingling with renewed desire.
He stopped in the doorway and looked back at her over his shoulder, as if he could feel her eyes on his back. "Like what ya see, pet?"
Buffy blushed, but didn't glance away. "Oh yeah," she breathed, looking like she was going to devour him instead of the room service.
He smirked. "Eat up, Slayer. Got plans for you, I do. Plans that include lots o' brilliant donations o' fluids."
She giggled girlishly as he disappeared into the other room, her whole body tingling in anticipation. Buffy turned her attention to the tray, which was a smorgasbord of breakfast-y delight, despite it being early afternoon.
She plucked a strip of bacon from one of the plates, and began eating as she surveyed the rest of the selections. As her nose had informed her, there was bacon and eggs and crispy hashbrowns, along with a couple of pieces of toast with a charming mini-jar of homemade strawberry jam. What she'd missed in her olfactory inspection was the melty, yummy cheese mixed into the scrambled eggs and the potatoes! Buffy's heart soared even higher, knowing Spike had to have requested that just for her.
Unfolding the cloth napkin, she spread it over her bare lap as her eyes lit on the perfectly browned waffles which were accompanied by a ramekin of whipped butter, and a carafe of maple syrup. There was a single-serve carton of milk, and a small bowl of steaming oatmeal with what looked like cinnamon sprinkled on it. To round out the meal was a bowl of fresh fruit, a cup of coffee with creamer and sugar, and a large glass of OJ.
Buffy suddenly realized she was not only hungry, but parched also. This sexy-times fluid loss was a real thing. As she downed some of the tangy juice, Spike returned with a steaming mug of his own fluid-replacement in hand.
"Got everything ya need, luv?" he asked, prowling across the floor like a big, sexy cat, utterly shameless in his glorious nakedness.
"Nope," she replied sharply, setting the half-empty glass back down. "I'm missing my vampire-shaped boyfriend's arms around me," she revealed, scooching forward away from the headboard.
A smirky smile curved his lips. "Well, can't have that, can we?" he purred, before downing his mug of blood in a few long draws. He set the empty cup on the bedside table, then climbed onto the bed. In a moment, he was gracefully sliding in behind her, spreading his legs out to accommodate the breakfast tray.
Buffy sighed as she snuggled back against him, trapping his cock—which was completely recovered and 'topped off' with fluids—between them. "That's better," she announced as she picked up a fork and dug into her food. "We should have every meal just like this."
Spike chuckled, brushing her mussed hair to one side before settling his hands on her hips, and resting his chin on her shoulder, watching her eat. "Saying I should cancel our reservations for Grégoire's for t'night, then?"
"Grégoire's?" she questioned between bites.
"Little French place on the water. Very romantic-like. Got reservations for half-five. The theatre's just a few blocks down; show starts at eight."
Buffy moaned, conflicted. "We have to choose between putting on clothes to actually go out and do all the plan-y plans that you so sweetly planned, or staying in bed, naked, expending and replacing fluids?"
He laughed again. "Your choice, luv."
Another groan from the Slayer as she dug into the waffles. "You're evil."
"Always."
"What do you want to do?" she pressed.
"Whatever you want is what I want."
"You're uber-evil."
Another deep chuckle. "Still love me?"
"Always," Buffy assured him with a sigh. "Well, you did go to a lot of trouble getting those tickets," she reasoned.
"Sneaking away from you and the slobbering hound was a bit of a bother," he agreed.
"And I bought that new dress..."
"Which I'll happily get you out of soon as we get back," he promised, touching a kiss to the side of her neck.
Buffy lifted a forkful of waffles up to him, and Spike took it from her fork, then licked a dollop of sugary maple syrup from her shoulder where it had dripped.
"I really do want to see the show... and the restaurant sounds really nice," she acquiesced.
"Have the rest o' eternity t' lounge about starkers sharing fluids," he pointed out, though he truthfully would be happy with staying in and ravishing her all night and all day Sunday, as well. Their late check-in Friday night got them a late check-out Sunday night. 'Course, once they got back to Sunnyhell, real life would scuttle any dreams of spending every waking and sleeping moment in each other's arms. But, no need to bring that up and ruin the illusion.
She leaned back against his shoulder, turning her head to look at him. "We'll have to go out eventually," she surmised. "Might as well practice now and do the whole National Hot Chocolate Day tradition thing... this is gonna be a tradition, right?"
"Got my word on that, luv," he vowed, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, sweet kiss. "Now, finish up so I can coax more hot, slick cream from that pussy of yours," he ordered seductively.
"Oooo... yes, master," she joked, though a tingle of excitement trickled down her spine and settled in her low belly with the words.
She realized then there was a whole world of seduction, and a whole book of positions waiting to be explored, and though she wanted to try it all, it didn't have to be today, or even this week, or this month, because there would be time. There had been no sucking at sex—or, well, there had been, but in a good way—so all her fears of Spike leaving had been completely unfounded. Buffy could feel it in her heart, in her gut, in the very core of her being: Spike would be here, at her side, doing his sciencing, keeping his word, and loving her. And she'd be right there with him, loving him back, fighting to make sure they both found out if a Slayer's arteries would clog, and just how one achieved some of those acrobatic positions... and if they were worth the effort.
"Master, is it? Like the sound of that," he murmured against her flushed skin. "Now do I as I say, eat all your porridge, and I won't have t' punish you."
Buffy's heart fluttered and another flush of heat surged through her. "W-what kind of punishment?"
Spike hummed thoughtfully, then whispered against her ear in a deep, sensual timbre, "Well, have to teach you some respect, wouldn't I? Remind you who the bloody master is... start by tying you to the bedposts... spread-eagle, your pretty quim open for me, your sweet tits at my mercy... then I'd tease your body 'til you'd soaked the mattress with your need and begged me to let you cum. Wouldn't let you, though... I'd fuck your pretty mouth and fill your belly, make you suck me off for hours... I'd lick your cunt, finger you, take you right to the edge, then stop and fuck your mouth again."
"That's... so evil," Buffy gasped breathlessly. "You'd do all that to me... torture me like that?"
"Naughty girls need t' be put in their place, don't they?"
Buffy shivered, her whole body tingling just from his words. "What would I have to do to show you I'd learned my lesson?"
"Have to do everything I said, wouldn't you? Get on your knees and suck my cock. Bend over and let me see to that pretty arse of yours... ever been buggered, Slayer?"
"Um… is that… you mean… inside my… uh…" Her face heated and her throat closed over the rest, her embarrassment stopping them from escaping.
"Means I'd use my fingers to tease that tight little hole until it opened up all ripe and ready, then I'd take my cock, slick it up real good, and bury myself inside and fuck you in the arse. Give you pleasure a whole new way. Never done that have you?" he asked again, already knowing the answer, but being the evil vampire that he was, he wanted to hear it from her lips.
Another, stronger shiver shook Buffy's body, half-trepidation, half-excitement. "N-no..."
"Well, reckon you'd need to let your master pop that cherry for you, wouldn't you? Be a way to show me you've learned your lesson."
"W-will it hurt?"
"Only if you want it to."
"Oh." Buffy swallowed and looked down at the tray full of food. "B-but if I'm a good girl and eat my... uh, porridge then you won't do any of that?"
"That's right... no need t' punish good girls, is there?"
"What is porridge, anyway?"
Spike chuckled and tilted his chin at the bowl of untouched oatmeal. "That turn you on, Slayer? The thought of being at my mercy?"
Buffy chewed her lip and turned to look at him over her shoulder, her luminous green eyes sparkling. "Pretty sure you know the answer to that, creepy vampire with your creepy smelling."
The creepy vampire grinned at her. "How 'bout me being at your mercy?"
She licked her lips, her eyes guiltily darting away from his as her face flushed with rosy color.
"Hey... look at me," he said softly, then waited for her to meet his gaze. "It's me. Spike. The bloke who loves you. Nothing you say is gonna make me love you any less or want you any less. Gotta be honest with each other, don't we? Say anything about that in that book o' yours?"
Buffy nodded tentatively. "I-it said as long as we both liked something and it wasn't hurting anyone, then... then we should do it. It said we should shed our, um... inhibitions with our clothes, it said if we didn't trust the person we were with, then we shouldn't be with them."
"Do ya trust me?"
She nodded again, this time decisively.
"I trust you, too, pet. You want t' try anything, you let me know, yeah? Having you at my mercy, teasing you, making you beg me for it... fuck, doesn't take any super olfactory senses to know how that turns me on, can feel it, can't you?" he asked, pressing his hips forward slightly to illustrate the hardness of his cock. "And being at your mercy... bloody hell, yeah... love to be used by you, Buffy... tortured by your teasing hands until I beg you to stop, but you don't because you know I love it. Wanna be punished too, when I'm bad, 'o course, but also when I'm not. Want you to make it hurt so good."
Buffy's heart was thundering against her ribs, her whole body thrumming with nervous excitement. "I'm... I've never, you know, done anything like that. I've... I mean, I'd never even been on top before. Can we, um... walk before we run? Will you show me?"
"God, luv," Spike sighed, leaning his forehead against hers and letting his eyes fall closed. "Nothing I'd love more than t' show you everything ya want to know. Take it slow, we will. Got that safe word all sorted, already. So many things I'd love t' explore with you, Buffy. But we got all the time in the world, pet. No hurry, is there? Told ya before, go at your pace. What makes you happy, makes me happy."
"What if... what if we don't like the same things?"
Spike snorted and pulled back to look at her again. "Think we'll find plenty o' common ground, luv. These shredded sheets say we already have."
Buffy smiled self-consciously, looking down at the ripped sheets beneath them. "I wonder what the housekeeping staff will think of that?"
"Think I've got a bloody amazing lover, is what they'll think... passionate and wild, sweet and loving. A glorious woman who her man can't get enough of."
Her embarrassed flush turned to a proud glow of swelling confidence. "I really love you... I want to try, like, everything with you. I've got this other book... the Kama Sutra for Beginners. Have you heard of it? Of course, you have," she babbled, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, there are some positions in there that are... well, wow, contortionist much? There's one where the guy is like, in a backbend and the woman is riding him... I mean... that can't be fun, can it? Well, maybe for me, but not so much for you, and there are others I can't even—"
Spike touched a kiss to her pretty pink lips, stopping her. When he pulled back, Buffy's ramble had been paused, and she was just looking at him with hopeful eyes.
"Some are brilliant, others I think they put in there for a sodding joke," he answered. "But be happy t' try any and all you want, pet."
Buffy bit down on a shy smile. "I thought maybe it was just me thinking some were, uh... impossible."
Spike shook his head, his lips curving into a smirky smile. "Just how many books about shagging did ya buy, Slayer?"
"Oh, um..." Buffy stammered, turning her attention back to her food. She stabbed her fork into a slice of kiwi and brought it to her lips.
"Buffffyy," he drawled, half-teasing, half-warning.
She rolled her eyes. "Well, technically, none," she admitted, still not looking at him.
Spike's brows went up. "They're your mum's?"
Her head snapped around to glare at him over her shoulder. "What? No! No... ewww, Spike!"
He raised his brows, waiting for an explanation.
Buffy sighed and stabbed a grape. "I stole them," she whispered.
He barked out a laugh. "You sodding stole sex books? Who from? Rupert?"
"Can you get any more disturbing?" she huffed. "From the store... I was gonna go back and pay for them... somehow. I just haven't had time."
Spike's amusement grew slowly from a chortle to a chuckle to an outright guffaw, then became uncontrollable roaring laughter, his entire body shaking with mirth. "You... stole..." he gasped, leaning back against the headboard as he laughed. "The Slayer... nicked... books about shagging… so she could read about how to have sex… with her vampire boyfriend…oh, pet, this is bloody priceless."
"Shut up," she groused, jabbing him lightly in the ribs with her elbow, though she was starting to laugh too. "It's not funny. It was embarrassing."
Her vampire laughed harder, tears beginning to run from his eyes. "Can see it now... the Champion o' the Powers tossed in the hoosegow for nicking fuck books..."
"STOP!" she demanded, though his amusement and his laugh were both infectious, and in a moment, she was laughing just as hard as he was. Every time their laughter began to die, their eyes would meet, and they'd start all over again, shaking the entire bed with their hilarity. Pretty soon, Buffy's sides were aching from laughing, and her eyes were watering as much as Spike's. She clutched at her stomach and wiped at her eyes as finally, thankfully, they both laughed themselves out.
"Oh, bloody hell, Slayer, I love you," he sighed when he got control of his amusement. He wiped at his eyes, small burbles of joviality escaping with his words.
Buffy leaned her head back against his shoulder and he wrapped his arms all the way around her middle. "You're a meanie," she accused lightly.
"Yeah, well... vampire, pet," he reminded her, his voice still full of mirth.
"Am I ever going to live that down?"
"Not bloody likely."
"You better not tell anyone," she threatened.
"What ya gonna give me if I don't?" he purred against her ear.
Buffy grinned as she leaned to one side and looked over her shoulder at him. "Anything you want," she breathed in what she hoped was a sexy tone. Judging by the sparks of gold in Spike's blue eyes, she'd hit the mark.
"Mmmm," he mused. "Gonna have to think on that for a bit. Meantime, need t' finish your nosh... then I reckon I'll fuck you in the shower. Get you properly debauched 'fore we get ready for our night out."
"Oooo... I've never done it in a shower," she admitted, as if he didn't know that. "Will you be gentle with me?" she cooed innocently, batting her lashes at him.
"Not a chance, my little larcenist," he rumbled, dipping his head to nibble lightly on her neck. "Now eat up so I can pop that sweet cherry o' yours."
Buffy giggled and sat up, turning her attention back to the food. She dug into the cheesy-eggs and bacon, but steadfastly ignored the porridge. She wondered if Spike would notice.
-X-
Chapter End Notes:
There will be more 'cherry popping' coming up ... possibly for the entire remainder of this whole series, but certainly in the short term!
The scar on William's knee inspired by James Marsters' real life scar:
From DONTKILLSPIKE LIVEJOURNAL, April 2011 Q&A with James Marsters
Q: What's the worst injury you've ever had and was it self-inflicted?
James, Answer:
Yeah, I'll show you! (pulls up pants leg showing a very large horizontal scar circling around his leg just under the kneecap) This was when I was in fifth grade and I was playing "hotbox" which is a version of baseball where the runner is caught between two bases and the two basemen try to throw the ball in between to throw them out and – it's also called "pickle" sometimes – and I was playing it on a hill and I was sliding to be safe downhill and I caught a stand-still sprinkler head that was in the ground and it ripped my leg two-thirds of the way around – all the flesh, the fat, everything down to the bone two-thirds of the way around, so I was only left with "that much" to hang on to (shows the size with his fingers). Basically, my calf slid down the bone like a sock and just hung open like that (shows with hands). I'll never get the image out of my head.
Q: How old were you?
Uh, well, fifth grade….10 or 11.
Q: How did you get from the place of injury home or to a place with a medical center?
They called an ambulance. I was in Oakland and they called an ambulance and I spent a month in the hospital in Oakland and then I was released home, but then got an infection…no, then they thought it would heal, tried to have it heal and that took about another year, but it didn't heal so I needed a skin graft and during the skin graft it got an infection, a staph infection. So I was off my foot, my leg for a full year and a lot of people said I wouldn't walk anymore and I always said my brain said, "yeah right" I always knew I was going to walk again.