Chapter 9

Buffy woke the next morning to a brief flash of panic as she realized she was alone in the bed. But she soon calmed down and fell back against the pillows when she recognized the sound of the water running and Spike singing to himself rather loudly in the shower. She giggled and stretched lazily. Then a wicked grin crossed her face and she jumped out of bed, tiptoeing into the bathroom.

Buffy crept into the shower behind Spike. His singing had been reduced to a humming but he still didn't notice Buffy. She put her mouth as close to his ear as she dared and said as loud as she could: "GOOD MORNING SPIKE!"

The blond vampire let out a shout and spun around to meet the grinning slayer. He tried to look angry at her but soon gave up. "Morning sunshine." He scooped her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his lean waist and bent her head to kiss him deeply.

Spike gently lowered the slayer to the ground and reached for the soap, lathering it up in his hands before spreading it over her arms and back and coming around to softly massage her breasts. Buffy's head fell back and she sighed as she closed her eyes. They snapped open again when she heard Spike laughing softly. He had put a huge soap bubble right on the tip of her nose!

"Spike!" she squealed and hit him playfully. She ducked her face under the water. When she turned back she was serious again.

Buffy shoved Spike against the wall and her small hand reached down to close over his large, throbbing erection. Spike's mouth fell open with surprise, but then his eyes filled with pleasure as her hand began to move.

She stroked him slowly at first; loving the feeling of power she had over him now. But she also felt another feeling deep inside, a fluttering of strong affection. Love?

Buffy slid down, wanting to taste him. She wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock, sliding forward then back, taking more of him into her mouth each time. He was saying her name huskily, over and over encouraging her to keep going and Buffy found she loved the taste of him. She sucked greedily and soon Spike came hard, emptying himself into her mouth.

She looked up at him smiling. Spike lifted her up, cupping her face and kissing her. "Cor pet. When did you learn to do that?"

"It was my first time," she admitted shyly.

"You must be a natural then."

She beamed with pride.

That night Spike and Buffy lay on the grass her head resting on his chest, his arm around her gazing up at the stars. The slayer and the vampire had a great day together, discovering more and more about each other. They watched a few old vampire movies on the TV which had them rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter, which soon lead to sex. Many times.Lots of differnt ways.

Later Spike cooked Buffy a meal and to her surprise he was actually a very good cook.

Buffy hated breaking the comfortable silence between them but she knew there was something that would have to be brought up. "Spike, we have to head back to Sunnydale soon. My friends will arrive back any day and if they get back before me they won't know where I am and they'll panic."

"Alright luv."

Buffy held her breath, hoping that would be it. But Spike opened his mouth again. "Buffy. . ." he started.

"Spike can we – can we not talk about what's going to happen when we get home. Can we just enjoy the moment?" she begged.

"If that's what you want Buffy."

"Ahh! Bloody Hell woman!" Spike bellowed, bolting straight up in his seat when he felt a small hand squeezing his denim clad cock. Buffy was slowly unzipping his fly, freeing him and moving her hot hand all over him. She grinned as his eyes half closed in pleasure.

"That's a good way to get yourself killed" he managed to say as he struggled to keep the car from hitting a nearby light pole.

Buffy pouted and continued to stroke him. "But Spikey, I just want you so much . . ."

Before she could say "apocalypse", Spike had swerved the car, parked on the crumbling gravel by the road, flipped them both into the backseat and removed all their clothes.

She gazed up at him with lust, wondering how she had managed to resist him for so long. He found her clit, rubbing it with his thumb while he slipped two fingers inside her, testing her. She was soaking and desperately ready for him. Buffy guided him inside her and they thrust their hips together moaning at the contact.

Spike placed a hand on each side of her head and looked down lovingly at his slayer as he began to slowly raise his hips, pulling almost all the way out of her before sliding back in. Buffy cried out in pleasure each time he thrust back in, his pelvis bumping her clit. She wrapped her legs tightly around his lean waist, pulling him in as deep as she could as they started to move together faster.

"Ohhh . . . Spiiiike!"

"Come for me baby. All over me. Ohh. I'm so close luv." Spike panted breathlessly.

"Faster! Harder, I'm nearly there. Oh GOD Spiiiiiiiiiiike!!!"

Just as the two of them were sent over the edge . . .

Tap, tap.

There was a tapping on the window.

"Who the bloody hell is that?" Spike said, annoyed beyond reason. Knowing that it was daylight outside, Buffy decided to see herself who it was. She grabbed Spikes t-shirt and held it to her chest, climbing into the front seat and winding the window down as much as she dared, to reveal . . .

The inquiring face of a young policeman.

"Pardon me miss." He said. "Are you having any problems here? I noticed the car parked on the side of the road."

"Oh no sir, I'm fine really. No problems at all." Buffy answered politely.

But this was not good enough for the nosey policeman. He tried to poke his head in further. "Why is it all dark in there? What do you have in there?" he started to reach for the handle.

Oh NO! Buffy thought frantically. I can't let him open the door – the sunlight will burn Spike!

Sometimes the truth was best.

"Ah . . . sir!" she began, her face heating slightly, but then feeling Spikes presence behind her, she grew more confident, "You see my guy was driving and I tried to give him a blow job you see cos' I just can't get enough of him and he knew this could be very dangerous so he pulled the car over where he promised to make me come over and over until I become too tired to try anything naughty while he's driving and you see he's only fucked me once so far, so we're going to need at least another few hours and we're not bothering anyone by the side of the road are we?"

The man stood there, his mouth open, jaw dropping to the ground. Buffy could feel Spike smirking. She knew she had to do something to make her story more believable and encourage the policeman to leave. So she wound down the window and stuck her chest out, dropping the shirt as she did so exposing her breasts. "Oops!" she giggled and pulled the shirt back against her.

The policeman's mouth was opening and closing like a fish, his eyes where wide and his face was slowly turning bright beetroot red. "I . . .I'm so sorry… I mean…yes . . .ah . . . I'll leave you now!" He slowly backed away and then turned to scamper back to his own car and squeal out of there.

Buffy turned back to Spike with a huge grin.

"My naughty little slayer!" he exclaimed in glee. "I can't believe you did that! Come here!"

Laughing, Buffy climbed back onto her lover.

Quite a few hours later the mood was serious once more as Spike's Desoto rolled into the familiar streets of Sunnydale. It was nighttime and they were both tense, imagining Angel or a gang of minions would appear out of nowhere at any moment.

Finally Spike's car turned into her driveway and he cut the engine.

Buffy unbuckled the seat belt and looked at him. "Well. Here we are."