Hi everyone !

This is OS. Taking place at the beginning of Saison 6 episode 15 "As You Were".
Explicit sex scene, you're warned.

I hope my english is ok.
And I'd love reviews !

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Spike joined Buffy as she returned home, a package of DoubleMeatPalace in hand. He leads her behind the large oak tree in front of the house. She lets herself be carried away, no longer knows what she wants. When Spike is near her, she feels like she is no longer the master of her own will. As if his desire was taking over. Something about his scent, that feeling of her hand in his, soft but firm.

"We want me and I want you. If we can't come in your house... maybe you can come outside? I'll only take you 5 minutes."

She leans against the tree. He's there, in front of her, close enough for her to smell him but she can't help but have a dig.

"Do you really think you can succeed it in five minutes?"

Spike looks at her. Gosh, that look is so intense. A small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"We bet ?"

Spike still has his gaze locked on hers. His right hand slides towards Buffy's legs. With the back of his hand, he touches her jeans, the top of her thighs, moving closer and closer to her sex. And looking into her eyes, he speaks to her, smiling.

"I barely need to get closer, your body is already responding. I know it, I feel it myself. In your stomach, it's stirring, between your legs, it's tensing... you know what's going to happen and you're waiting for it. Because the body has memory, Buffy. Your lips..."

He leans towards her and kisses her, really softly, on the lips. A kiss far too slow and cruel for their desire.

"Your lips know the taste of my saliva, your fingers have caressed and scratched my torso, your thighs…"

This time he grabs her thigh firmly from the inside and squeezes it for a moment.

"…squeezed my hips, so hard. It still has the memory of it. He longs for it."

Buffy feels trapped by her desire. She could stop everything now, go home and find Dawn… but all she wants to do is melt in his arms.

Spike slides his lips to Buffy's ear where he begins to whisper. His hoarse voice is slow, holding back the words. Like Buffy's, his breathing is already shorter, he struggles to contain his desire but has promised himself to hold on. He wants to feel her coming to his fingertips, he wants to live up to it, to contain his passion and hers.

"And the body responds to the brain, to the imagination. There, you are already imagining the moment when I am going to open the buttons of your jeans... one by one before slipping my fingers into your pants then into your panties... And you wonder when I'll finally touch you..."

Spike lets a second pass before moving his hand up to the first button of Buffy's jeans, which he unfastens with impressive ease. Imperceptibly, Buffy lets out a sigh of relief as the first button comes loose. Then Spike slides his hand between her jeans and her panties and begins to caress her. Through her panties, he feels her swollen clitoris. Buffy is no longer pretending, she is already panting with suppressed desire and pleasure.

"I love your panties… the last one, you remember, the black one, I tore it off with my teeth…"

As he says this, he slides his teeth along her cheek then sticks out his tongue and gently licks her cheek then her earlobe.

"I couldn't wait to taste you, to lick you... You were hanging on the beam, you dominated me... and you knew what you wanted. I slipped my tongue inside you... and that taste... "

Spike lets out a groan. He has to wait a second before he finds his voice again, hoarse, calm. With his fingertips, he feels Buffy's sex seeking contact, stretching more and more towards him.

"You were so wet, I could drink you, and you were pressing as if you wanted me to come inside you, even more... and it's so exciting, so pleasurable to feel how you want me."

Buffy wants to respond but at the same moment, a finger from Spike shifts her panties to slip inside her. This time, Buffy clings to a branch to keep her knees from buckling as he begins to move back and forth inside her.

"Tonight, when I woke up, I discovered a panties of yours in my bed. It smelled of you, your sweat, your taste... I wanted you so much... I was so hard... You were at work, in your ridiculous uniform but in reality you were with me, in my bed... I could feel your breasts pressing against me, your fingers sliding down my chest, grabbing my penis... And I wondered if you too you thought of me... if while making your burgers, sometimes, you bit your lip like you're doing right now... and you felt your panties getting wet... to welcome me..."

Buffy has her eyes closed, she is panting. Spike turns his face towards her and contemplates her. In the faint light emanating from the house door, he sees her features, her teeth biting her tongue. He finds her beautiful, beyond possibility, beyond desire.

"Do you remember the time you bit my nipple until it bled? I wonder what that awakens in you, the taste of my skin, my sweat, my blood..."

Feeling that Buffy can't take it anymore, that she is on the verge of orgasm, Spike accelerates his movement back and forth.

"The whole day, I've been thinking of you, dreaming of this moment when I would be inside you, when you would come at the tips of my fingers, when you would want to get on your knees to take me…"

Buffy pants louder and louder and suddenly rears up and lets out a cry. Around his fingers, Spike feels Buffy's sex which tenses, closes... then relaxes. He too relaxes. He contemplates her face, eyes closed, as if serene. He feels like he's won the greatest prize. He feels powerful. He is everything. He is nothing. He is only what she wants from him.

When Buffy opens her eyes, Spike is licking his wet fingers, a lustful look in the corner of his eye, a loving, innocent smile on his lips. She feels like a hole in her stomach. This look, this smile has that effect on him. As if her whole being was telling her : this is it, this is now, everything only exists for this moment.

Spike continues in a satisfied tone.

"So? Three minutes? Is that a new record?"

Buffy takes on a playful look, she moves her hand from Spike's crotch, which is clearly swollen.

"Bet I can do better ?"

Spike grabs her hand before she touches him.

"Too easy! Of course, you can."

He keeps her hand in his. With his other hand, he delicately caresses her hair while contemplating her.

"But no, tonight, pet, was just for you. Now, you need to take a good bath to remove that fried food smell, go find the nibblets, and relax... although for that, I think I've already helped a little."

Spike brings Buffy's hand up to his mouth and gives her a tender kiss while looking into her eyes.

"Good night luv… Sweet sweet dreams."

Buffy watches Spike walk away confidently, his long coat flapping in time with his steps. She fastens the buttons of her jeans and lets out a heavy sigh. Now she has to get back to real life. Before entering her house, she turns around... Spike is already gone.

END