A/N: I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who has been sticking with this story. Believe it or not, I actually do have a planned trajectory for this story. If everything goes according to plan, this chapter lands somewhere around the 2/3rds mark. I hope you continue to enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!
Without further ado, here is a special Halloween treat!
Traps, Tricks, and Treats
Buffy came down the stairs to find Lena sitting on the floor in the living room with books spread out in front of her, and a pot of tea sitting to the side. Emil was sleeping soundly on the couch; Lena had refused to let him sleep unless someone was watching over him. The decision that he didn't sleep in his own bedroom had been unanimous. Especially after they had received word later that day that another victim had passed away at the hospital.
The news had sent Lena into a panic-induced research session. Buffy was still holding out hope that Giles would call with a way to trap the creature.
"You were supposed to come get me so you could get some sleep too," Buffy chided her friend lightly, keeping her voice low. She knew all too well what it was like to have a sibling in mortal danger.
Lena looked up with bloodshot eyes. "I must have lost track of the time."
Buffy sat down next to her. "Find anything?"
"A bunch of contradicting folklore. One thing that does seem to be consistent is that it can not be truly destroyed. However, I did find references to a way to trap and collect the sand it turns into."
Buffy nodded. "But no DIY how-to?"
Lena turned a puzzled gaze to her.
"Instructions or a spell or something," Buffy clarified.
"Oh, no. Nothing yet."
Emil stirred from sleep groggily and pulled himself up to sit. He cast a glare toward them both, grumbling something under his breath that Buffy was certain was only half coherent in any language, and made Lena glare daggers at her older brother. She retorted in a clipped acidic tone that Emil shook off with a mirthless chuckle and a wave of his hand as he pulled the blanket off himself.
Lena rolled her eyes, going back to her book as Emil made his way into the kitchen to start the coffee pot.
Buffy glanced between the two before getting up. "I'm going to go make a phone call and let you two do the sibling thing," she sighed, remembering she had left her phone in the guest room where Spike was sleeping.
Buffy retrieved her phone from the bedside table and settled beside Spike's lifeless body. He was sprawled on his stomach, mostly on his side of the bed with his left arm tucked under his head and his face turned away from her. She smirked at the sight of him lying there as she dialed the number and waited for Giles to pick up.
It didn't take Buffy long to relay Lena's findings to him but it seemed to kindle a fire in his brain. "Just a moment, where did I see— blast—" there was a furious rustling of papers on the other end of the line before Giles crowed in elation "—I've found it!"
"Seriously?" Buffy gaped.
"Not as though it's clearly marked, but yes, I believe this will work nicely," he paused as he checked his information, "the good news is that it seems fairly straightforward save for the sigil needed. I will have to get either Faith or Xander to take a picture of it and send it to you via email as soon as possible. Do you have a pen handy?"
Buffy leaned over to the nightstand where she had a notebook at the ready and pulled it onto her lap along with a pen. "Alright, whatcha got for me?"
"Step-by-step instructions," he replied and began going over the steps with her.
"That's it?" Buffy asked incredulously and read back what she had written down, confirming that she hadn't misunderstood anything.
Spike rolled over onto his side facing her and Buffy thought for sure he was about to wake up.
Giles hummed. "That's correct. As I said, straightforward. The important thing is to get the sigil drawn correctly."
"I think we can manage," Buffy replied just as a cool sensation traveled up her inner thigh. The breath hitched in her throat as Spike's fingers caressed over the fabric of her yoga pants.
"Just remember that the sigil will only hold for so long, perhaps forty-eight hours. You must be sure to add it to whatever container you use to keep it in before mixing the sand within some sort of a mixture that will harden and keep it in place. Hence the reason paint and plaster were so popular for this sort of thing," Giles continued.
Buffy swallowed distractedly. "Eh, Giles, I- I have to—" she held back a tiny gasp as his thumb skimmed over her, and she swatted his hand away.
"I think I see Xander coming from the duplex, I'll get him to send that to you."
Spike's hand had resumed his gentle ministrations and Buffy was struggling to keep focused on the conversation. "Just have Xan text me when he gets the email sent," she said with forced calm.
"Well yes, of course I can but-"
"Sorry, Giles, gotta go!" She ended the call, glaring down at Spike who was far from apologetic.
She set the notebook and phone back on the table and turned back to him. "What is your problem?"
"Don't think I need to explain that one, kitten."
"I was on the phone with Giles."
"Yeah and I behaved myself during the important life-saving bits," he huffed as he shifted himself closer to her, nuzzling her thigh. "Got a plan for our baddie now don't we?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure how Emil is going to feel about being bait."
Spike pulled himself up to sit against the pillows with her, hand still stroking lazily against her inner thigh. "I'll play watchdog," he offered with a grin.
"What do you mean?"
"Someone's got to activate the spell right? Seems I'm the likely candidate seeing as I'm the least likely to tip the beastie off."
Buffy nodded. "Yeah okay, I think I feel better about that plan."
"Hell of a lot better than just checking in on him and hoping you catch the thing in the act again."
She huffed an exasperated sigh, nodding in agreement. "Now we just have to figure out everything else."
Buffy shifted herself to get off the bed but Spike stopped her with his hand on her thigh. "Where's the fire?"
Buffy settled back down on the bed. "I have to tell Lena what we need to trap this thing. I'm pretty sure she doesn't have everything just lying around here. We've got to make its prison something that isn't going to get damaged super easy."
"I vote for concrete."
Buffy furrowed her brow. "Uh-huh and where exactly are we supposed to put it?" she asked dubiously.
He shrugged, slipping back under the covers, knowing she wasn't about to be persuaded to stay in bed with him. "They own the building, right? Sure there's got to be something that could be done around here."
Buffy stood up and pulled her laptop out from where she had it tucked away beside the bed. "Yeah, well you get some sleep. I am going to go hash this out with Lena. See if we can come up with an idea for the after-party."
(*)
Buffy accepted the mug of coffee Lena presented her, with a gracious nod. "Thanks."
"Did you find anything?" Lena asked her, gesturing toward the computer sitting in her lap before taking a seat next to her on the couch.
"Not really, I kinda got distracted by email. Xander sent the picture of the sigil we need and I replied to Willow's email."
"Oh, how is she? I haven't spoken with her since I came back home from Scotland."
Buffy felt a little twinge of guilt at the thought of Willow's recent troubles and the hell she and Ruby had been through without her being able to do anything to help. She found the only thing she really could do from this distance was provide distraction and attempt to help her friend move forward. Which from her most recent email it seemed she already had.
Buffy might not have caught it if she didn't know the two of them, but Willow had emailed to ask Buffy's permission to let one of the Slayerettes crash in her bedroom for a few days while the girl's apartment was being fumigated. Thus implying that Buffy's room was no longer being occupied by a certain curly-haired vampire.
Good for them…
The thought of Willow finding love with someone new, someone she genuinely liked, warmed her heart and brought a smile to her face.
"There was some serious trouble with her ex but it's all with the doneness now."
"I was glad to hear Kennedy had left Europe. There was always something that bothered me about her. Emil and I have been training in martial arts since we were children. I've seen a lot of different teaching styles over the years and Kennedy's was one of the worst."
Buffy frowned at that. She had been so consumed by her own bottomless grief at the time that she hadn't even noticed all the red flags waving.
"Yeah well, she's gone for good now."
A puzzled look crossed over Lena's face. "I am not sure if I would say going to another country is necessarily 'gone for good'."
Buffy swallowed. "I guess you didn't hear the news. She did come back, went kind of nutso, did some evil of her own, and ended up getting squashed like a bug. I mean literally. Squashed."
Lena's eyes grew wide. "You are joking with me, yes?"
Buffy gave her a mirthless grin. "Nope, it's all true. It was a big long thing, but so far it seems like everything's turned out alright. Willow is doing a lot better now."
"Wow," Lena said, sitting back in her seat with a huff and turning back towards the computer. "Alright, so what have we got so far?"
"Plaster is traditionally used but it's easy to break. I say we rule it out all together," Buffy frowned.
Lena took a sip of her own coffee. "What about Emil's idea about the paint? We need to repaint the hallways anyway. It's not scheduled to be done for another month but we could move it up a few weeks."
"That could work but Giles says we only have two days. We need to find something faster," Buffy explained.
"But what if we just keep transferring it into different containers with a fresh sigil?"
That was another possibility but even though she couldn't explain it, Buffy couldn't shake the thought that it would end in disaster. If there was anything she had learned over the years it was to trust her instincts. "Something tells me that's not how this works. I get the feeling it would eventually escape."
"But isn't the salt supposed to help with that?" Lena argued.
"I just don't want to take any chances of it escaping. It's definitely got to be concrete. I just-" she cut herself off. She hated the fact they were just going around in circles on the subject. The two of them sat thinking for another few minutes. It seemed like that's all they had been doing nearly the entire morning and the better part of the afternoon.
Lena finally broke the silence. "Alright, fine. Concrete it is. But what? Are we just supposed to make everyone door stoppers?"
Buffy laughed. "We'll put a pin in that one. What about stepping stones or something?"
"I'm not sure where we would put them, the courtyard already has a walkway," Lena said, biting her bottom lip in agitation.
Buffy hummed around a mouth full of hot coffee. "It's not like we can just replace part of the sidewalk."
"No you can not," Lena nodded and before they knew it they were back to spitballing ideas.
(*)
"All set?" Buffy asked Spike as he stood holding a container of salt in his hand.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "That's what you said all that prep work was for, right? I only got to do three things: close the circle, say the magic word, and call you in when I'm done."
"Don't forget the light after I do my thing. This creepy dude doesn't like light," Buffy reminded him.
He nodded. "Simple enough."
"Are you sure you don't need anything else?"
He glanced at the salt in his hand and hesitated for a second before giving her a cocky grin. "Could do with a shag."
"Down boy," she giggled and shoved him playfully down the hallway toward Emil's room.
Emil pulled a deep green t-shirt down over a pair of plaid sleep pants as Spike came into the room. Spike eyed the thick circle of salt drawn on the floor around the bed. The bed itself had been moved away from the wall to make room for the trap and to be certain that the sigil Lena had carefully drawn on the floor was in the center. There was a gap in the circle, about the width of Spike's hand directly across from a large egg-shaped chair where he settled himself down with his nearly full container of salt.
Emil raised an eyebrow as Spike slouched back comfortably into the chair like he belonged there. "Comfortable?" Emil asked.
"I'm alright. You gonna be able to get to sleep with me sitting here?" Spike countered.
Emil eyed the painter's tarp that had been neatly placed over the bed with disapproval before picking up a large mug of aromatic tea. "Buffy insisted I drink this, her witch friend recommended it for sleep."
"Red's usually right 'bout that sort of thing. Bottom's up, Mate."
"Easy for you to say," Emil grumbled as he took a sniff of the tea before taking a long drink. "It's not that bad-" he cut off, taking a deep breath that morphed into a yawn.
Spike shifted himself in the egg chair. "Go on then or do you need tucking in?"
Emil glared at him, slipped under the covers, and finished the cup of herbal tea, setting the mug back down. "Sorry, I don't much care for bleached blonds."
Spike huffed a laugh. "Hilarious. Hold on let me catch my breath- oh wait."
"Schweinehund," Emil muttered with a yawn.
"Think I prefer 'Nachteule', thanks. Creature of the night and all," Spike smirked.
Emil grumbled something under his breath as the tea took effect, and within a few minutes, he was asleep.
Spike didn't move a muscle as he sat, vigilant in the chair watching Emil sleep, waiting for something to happen. Nearly three hours had passed, and he was desperately wishing he had brought a book to occupy his time.
Buffy?
Is it time? Came her answering voice in his head.
Don't get too excited, I'm just bored out of my sodding skull. What are you doing?
Sitting in the hall… reading…
The smirk in her tone was nearly tangible in his mind.
Bitch. He teased. Bloody hell, what is taking this blighter so lo—
Emil's arm had given a violent twitch and his head rocked to the side with an almost inaudible moan.
What is it?
On your feet, Pet, the show might be about to begin.
Might?
I'll keep you posted.
Everything was still and silent, save for a few low mutterings coming from Emil, for several moments before a steady stream of glittering black sand drifted in from the window that had been cracked open a few inches.
"Welcome to my parlor," said the spider to the fly…
The glittering black sand converged into the solid form of the nightmarish creature Buffy had seen.
The creature nearly glowed in the light coming in from the window. It crouched over Emil straddling him like a lover might, but this was no lover. Even with its back to Spike, he could feel the fear that it fed upon. The creature's bones pushed up, creating sharp lines and ridges along its bony back, nearly protruding from the pale grayish shark-like skin.
Soundlessly Spike leaned forward with his open container of salt reaching to complete the circle. He murmured a word and the Mahr let out a howling screech as though it had been shot.
Several things happened at once. Emil's eyes flashed open, eyes wide in fear. Spike yelled for Buffy and the door flew open as she rushed in, ax held high, as she vaulted over the circle onto the bed. With one definitive slice, she swung at its head, taking it off cleanly and the Mahr burst into a spectacular shower of black sand. Buffy and Emil both ducked their heads, shielding themselves as the sand fell around them within the circle of salt.
Buffy leaped gracefully off the bed. She flicked on the light switch just as the sand began to hover slightly and it fell back down as the light flashed on. "Now, Lena!" Buffy yelled, moving away from the door.
A loud whirring sound preceded Lena as she charged into the room. She was brandishing a canister vacuum like a worrier clutching a shield and sword.
She immediately jumped over the salt onto the bed while Buffy grabbed the cord, making sure that it didn't disrupt the circle as Lena started vacuuming the sand up quickly. Once she was certain she had gotten every speck off of the tarp, Emil stood to help her with the bedding. She moved quickly and methodically, making sure not to miss any of the sand.
Just as Lena had bent over the side of the bed to get the sand off the floor, the lights flickered suddenly and the sand began to shift on its own.
Spike clicked on a bedside lamp. At the same moment, Emil did the same on the other side of the bed, brightening the space even as the overhead light stabilized, shining brightly.
"I sure hope you've figured out a way to keep that thing from getting out of there," Spike huffed.
"Lena's got this babe, she put the sigil on the vacuum and the bag inside," Buffy replied.
Spike gave a nod of approval. "Right then."
"After I get the sand up, the salt is next, Mr. Giles says that should keep it immobilized for now," Lena answered, yelling over the sound of the vacuum.
Several minutes later and the task complete, the four of them stood in a semi-circle staring down at the vacuum.
Buffy bit the inside of her cheek and crossed her arms over her chest. "Now what?"
Spike shrugged.
"I may have a solution," Emil interjected.
The two Slayers and Spike turned to him with interest. Emil gave his sister a half smile. "I spoke to Frau Weber in the courtyard earlier today when I was coming back from my meeting with the maintenance men. Something she said gave me an idea. Do you remember the planters Grandfather used to make?"
Lena's eyes lit up. "Oh, I like that idea!"
"I thought you might," he grinned in reply. "We could make a couple of them. They would be perfect in the courtyard."
"You two feel like sharing with the class?" Buffy asked them.
Lena turned with a grin. "How do you feel about a little arts and crafts project?"
(*)
The next morning the sun was shining brightly as Buffy set a stack of old towels and blankets on a table Lena had set up in the courtyard. Lena was busy mixing water into a 10-gallon bucket filled with quick-drying cement from the local home improvement store. Emil had managed to get a few large barrels and several buckets from a friend of his to use for molds for the project.
Buffy still had her doubts about how this was going to work but it seemed like the best idea they had. If nothing else, at least they would be able to easily keep an eye on the planters if something happened to them.
Buffy watched as Lena opened the vacuum cleaner and removed the bag marked with the sigil containing the Mahr sand and poured it into the bucket. She took the wooden stirring stick Lena had been using and began stirring the sparkling black sand into the mixture, while Lena added in a little extra water to thin down the mix to the correct consistency. Then she took one of the blankets Buffy had brought down and soaked it in the bucket, waiting until the fibers had absorbed the concrete mixture.
Buffy helped Lena carefully drape it over one of the barrels, repeating the process with the rest of the thick fabric Buffy had brought down, laying them across buckets and barrels. They saved the largest blanket for last, draping it over the table itself so they would have multiple sizes. They added holes into the bottom of each of the soon-to-be planters to allow for drainage while the concrete was still wet so they wouldn't have to drill holes later.
Buffy was never particularly crafty, but she found this to be a fun project and a great way to dispose of a baddie. Certainly better than some of the other things she'd been forced to do with demon bodies in the past. Buffy stood back happily examining their work once all of the mold forms had been draped in thick concrete-saturated fabric. They would have to let them dry completely before removing the forms. When Buffy had called Giles to tell him about their plan, he had agreed that dividing up the Mahr sand would certainly decrease the chance of it ever getting free. Buffy couldn't help the smile on her face as they cleaned up their mess and returned to the apartment.
(*)
It didn't take long for them to receive news that their plan had worked. Over the next several days the hospital patients had slowly started to recover and many of them had already been sent home to their families.
The news had put Lena in a particularly good mood. She had spent the entire day dragging Buffy around the city, taking her into her favorite Halloween store and to a pumpkin festival. It was unlike any festival she had been to in California. Music and the smell of food filled the air. Lena insisted on introducing Buffy to all of her favorite things which ultimately ended with them buying boxes of yummy treats to share with Emil and Spike. It had been so long since Buffy had just enjoyed the season. The crisp Autumn air mixed with the scents and sounds, was helping to fill her up with a renewed energy that she hadn't even realized had been missing.
By the time the two Slayers got back to the apartment, Buffy was tired, full, and extremely happy. The sight of Spike sitting on the couch watching an old black and white movie made her face split into a wide smile.
"Hey, you," she cooed as she slipped into his lap, nuzzling her face into the side of his neck and nipping playfully.
Spike rocked his head back, enjoying the warmth of her lips kissing along his neck. "You can suck up to me all you want, I already told you, I got plans for Halloween, Slayer," he answered before she even had a chance to say anything else.
"And I already told you that I'm 110% on board the staying-in-behind-locked-doors express," she replied with a smirk.
His eyes shifted to the spot where Buffy and Lena had dropped their bags and he raised an eyebrow. "Then what's with the costume store start-up kit and all the giddiness? Not that I'm complaining, God knows I'd walk through fire to see that smile."
"First of all, those aren't my bags," Buffy insisted as Spike raised an eyebrow, doubtfully. "Okay, well a couple of them are. But it's mostly food of the sharing kind," she pointed out. "Second, we just had a really good day out," she smiled again.
Spike brushed his fingers through her hair. "You really do glow when you're happy, you know," he murmured as he pulled her into a deep kiss.
Buffy giggled into his mouth as her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, drawing him in as he snaked his arm around her waist, splaying his hand across her ribcage. A tiny growl emerged from Spike's chest, urging her on.
"Nehmt euch ein Zimmer!" Emil chided them lightly as he came into the room followed by his sister. His mood had slowly improved over the last few days, despite the fact he was still nursing a broken heart.
Buffy broke the kiss, turning to see them both carrying boxes of Halloween decorations.
Spike smirked back at Emil, with a quick reply in German, birthing a volley of mostly good-natured insults. Buffy and Lena both just rolled their eyes at the two men. This had become a sort of game between them. Without subtitles, Buffy couldn't help but feel a little like she was watching the German version of Raphael and Casey Jones playing the alphabet insult game.
But which one's the Ninja Turtle? Buffy mused.
"Do I even want to know what you were talking about that led to that little display?" Lena grinned as she started pulling things from the box.
"Halloween actually," Buffy said fondly.
Lena's eyebrows went up. "Are you still planning on leaving before the party, or did you change your minds?"
Spike tilted his head slightly. "Can't change our plans even if we wanted to now. I've already made reservations."
"Reservations?" Buffy asked in surprise.
Emil snorted a laugh as he attempted to straighten out a faux skeleton. "Reservations can be canceled easily enough."
"Afraid not. I've got some scales to settle. Goldilocks here has been a naughty girl, buying me extravagant gifts and what all," Spike smirked. "What sort of a bloke would I be if I didn't do something in return?"
Buffy gaped at him. "What did you do?"
"Ah ha, no spoilers, Pet," he murmured as he twisted a length of her hair through his fingers. "We leave next week, just before Halloween. Should give us plenty of time to wear-out our welcome."
Lena pouted slightly but then shook it off with a sigh. "Suit yourselves, you're missing the party of the year but who am I to stop you from a romantic adventure?"
(*)
The week seemed to fly by. Buffy felt a certain amount of guilt about leaving before her friend's party but stood firm on the point. She didn't have any desire to be crammed into a room of costumed strangers. Although Lena hadn't said anything more, Buffy knew she still wished they could stay. As a sort of silent apology, Buffy had spent most of her days helping Lena decorate.
The nights had been spent exploring the city with Spike, and Buffy was starting to feel the lack of sleep catching up with her. By the time they were set to leave Buffy was looking forward to Spike's surprise and about forty-eight hours of solid rest.
Buffy had assumed they would be staying somewhere in Munich; however, as it turned out, their reservation wasn't even in Germany. In fact, it was at a gorgeous hotel located in the heart of Basel, a riverside city just over the Swiss border. It was easily the most luxurious place they had stayed throughout their entire trip. For the most part they had been staying in the least expensive options available wherever they were. This was a definite step up.
Buffy's jaw dropped open as she took in the room. It was large, spacious and airy with white being the predominant color interspersed with comforting earth tones that reminded her of an upscale spa. Small seasonal additions had been added in the form of Autumn floral arrangements and a few small gourds.
A basket of fresh end-of-season fruits sat on the table in the small kitchenette along with a gold wrapped box of Swiss chocolates. Pink and orange rose petals had been scattered on the floor leading to the bedroom where a bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice. It might have been a cliché but it was one she had never experienced.
Buffy turned to face Spike who was still taking in the room's high ceiling. "This is gorgeous; but eh- can we actually afford a place like this?"
Spike smirked, meeting her eye. "Just think of this as a last hurrah before settling down in our new home."
She blinked. "Wait, it's done?"
"Last I talked to Ross, he said they were wrapping up the major renovations. There's still a bit more to do but it's fit for the living. He says his mum would like to have another chat with us before she hangs the drapes. Think she's supposed to have sent you an email 'bout that."
Her eyes flicked to the bag her laptop was in and frowned a little, she hadn't actually checked her email in almost a week. Oops…
"I guess I should probably get on that," she muttered.
He reached out to take her hand in his. "Later. Tonight is all about you, Pet, can do anything you want tonight. Could run you a bath, hear the gardens here are quite nice if you fancy a walk, or we could just turn in early," he purred, taking a step closer to her. "Aut to be well rested for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
Spike gave a little swagger, grinning seductively. "Got a special treat for you."
"I sorta feel like there's a trick hiding in there somewhere."
His grin widened wolfishly, sending a quiver through her lower abdomen. "Treats first, then the tricks," he added, curling his tongue behind his teeth."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "So not big on the surprises."
"I booked you a spa day," he murmured, pulling her against him. "Got to take care of my girl."
Buffy struggled to contain her shock. "No way, an actual spa day? At a real spa?"
"Right here in the hotel. A special tip-to-toe pampering session just for you. Whole reason we're here in fact. Only place I could get a reservation for Halloween."
"So what's the trick?"
Spike pursed his lips letting it morph into a lecherous grin. "Think you already got an idea," he murmured, digging his fingers into her hair. He held her hard against him, kissing deeply with his tongue sweeping across her's.
Buffy pulled back with a sharp breath. "So basically I'm getting pampered so you can lock me up and have your wicked way with me."
"Bought new cuffs just for the occasion," he growled as he leaned in for another kiss. "It's your turn to relinquish some control, Pet."
Buffy felt herself melting into him already and pushed him back teasingly. "Hum, ya know what, maybe we should go for that walk you mentioned. I mean if you're planning on handcuffing me to the bed tomorrow, maybe we should stretch our legs a little befo—"
Spike cut her off with a hard kiss. "I'll be sure to stretch more than just your legs, Slayer," he purred.
Heat flooded through her as he pressed his growing member against her. Buffy jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist as she clung to his shoulders, increasing the intensity of the kiss. Tongues dancing.
Spike moved back, intending to head towards the bed but tripped over his bag. He let out a huff but didn't break the kiss as he landed on his back with Buffy on top of him. He pushed his hips upward, grinding himself against her heat.
"Buffy… my Buffy," he breathed in her ear.
Buffy grinned mischievously, and pulled back from him, moving away with a slow sensual sway of her hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" Spike rasped as he rolled over to his stomach, tracking her movements as she stood, stepped out of her shoes, and began inching toward the bedroom.
She glanced down at her blood red knit-dress and shrugged. "Maybe I'm just waiting to see if the big bad wolf is gonna chase me."
He pushed himself up in an instant. "Careful what you wish for, little girl," he growled, watching as she pulled the dress over her head, revealing a red and black bra and panty set.
The dress landed on the floor as she backed closer to the bed, slipping a hand over her breast and downward to hook her thumb under the lace of her panties. Spike stalked toward her, unbuckling his pants as they stripped for each other.
Buffy faced the bed, crawling onto all fours. Spike closed the distance between them, stopping about two feet away to take in the sight of her waiting for him expectantly. Licking his lips, he took a final step toward her to caress her hips and ass, pressing his now freed cock against her warm skin with a groan. He reached a hand around to run over one breast, then the other, inching downward until his fingers found the bead of her clit.
Buffy sighed as he ran his free hand down the length of her back, tracing circles over the tattoo on her shoulder while working her clit. He leaned down, kissing her shoulder and running his tongue over the ribbon that held the stake and railroad spike together. "I love you," he whispered with a soft growl.
Her only response was to press her ass against him, moving her hips to rub along his hardening cock.
A crack split the air as Spike spanked her with a flat hand. Buffy yelped with the initial sting but began to breathe more heavily as it faded into a bright glow filling her. "Oh, God, Spike. Do it again."
"Naughty kitten."
Her muscles clenched in her core and she pressed into him harder. All the while he continued to work his fingers over her swollen nub in quick wet circles. "Spike please, Spike… please…"
"What do you want, baby?" he murmured.
"Again."
Spike did as she asked, but started to massage her roughly before the glow of the stinging slap had a chance to dissipate. Buffy gasped as her abdomen clenched. "Spike- I- In me— I need you- I need you in me…"
He slipped his cock to rest between her ass cheeks, rutting against her. "You want that?"
She moaned desperately, the pressure within her body growing with every stroke of his fingers, beginning for release. "Yes! Yes-ye-yes…"
His tip was at her entrance in an instant, pushing into her tight wet core from behind as he gripped her hips. Buffy cried out as he rammed into her, his tip simultaneously hitting her cervix and setting her mind alight with pleasure. He brought his hand down once again, sending a sting of pleasure and pain through her, resonating from the red handprint on her ass.
Buffy clamped down on him, making Spike growl as he continued to pump himself into her at a relentless pace. She came hard around him. He bent over her, nipping at the back of her neck, scraping blunt teeth across her soft skin.
Buffy screamed as he bit down on her neck, plunging his cock into her repeatedly. Her body started to shake as a second orgasm started to rip through her. Spike grunted as his release built rapidly and spanked her a third time. This time pushing them both over the edge as they came together in heated bliss.
Buffy collapsed onto her stomach and Spike laid down, pressing her into the mattress, still embedded deep within her as her muscles continued to milk his cock.
Buffy giggled drunkenly and shifted underneath him, reaching to pull his arm around her. Spike rolled them onto their sides. "How's that for the big bad wolf?"
(*)
Buffy woke up the morning of Halloween eager for her spa appointment. She dressed quickly, planted a kiss on Spike's cheek as he slept and made her way toward the spa. In her excitement she didn't even realize she was an hour early.
A perky woman in her mid forties guided her over to a small sitting area on the balcony, overlooking a large garden with a mix of flowers, herbs, vegetables and fruit trees.
Buffy was so engrossed in the view that she didn't even realize when the woman came back. She set a tray in front of her with a plate of fresh fruit, a blackberry tart, and a pot of tea.
Buffy smiled up at her politely. "Oh, I eh- I didn't order this."
The woman returned the smile. "We've been given explicit instructions to make sure you are well taken care of."
Buffy's heart swelled at the notion that Spike had gone through such great lengths to ensure she was pampered. That thought stalled in her brain as she remembered what exactly Spike had planned for the evening. Suddenly all she could think of was what he might do to her while in handcuffs. The last time she let him she had been cuffed to the bed, but the bed in their hotel room wouldn't be particularly accommodating for such a position.
Her mind wandered as she ate her breakfast, visions of different positions they might try filtered through her brain making her wish they could just skip to the good part. Buffy blushed furiously like she had been caught in the act when the attendant returned to let her know that her first treatment was ready.
How the hell am I supposed to relax with that running through my head???
(*)
By the end of her spa day, Buffy was feeling utterly content. Spike wasn't kidding when he said he had arranged for tip-to-toe pampering. She had been treated to a full body deep tissue massage followed by a facial, manicure, pedicure, a trim and fresh highlights as well as having her makeup done at the salon. Even so, she still felt as though her insides were practically vibrating with the anticipation of what was yet to come.
When she opened the door to their hotel room, it was to find it littered with candles and the sound of the shower running. Spike had room service brought to their room and set out a lavish picnic on the floor in the sitting area. A couple bottles of wine and glasses sat on the table that had been pushed to the side to make more room. An exquisite charcuterie board including various meats, cheeses, breads, crackers, fruits and vegetables and even delicate looking Halloween themed chocolates in the shape of skulls, bats,and spiders, sat in the center of the floor.
Buffy smoothed down her black knit dress and slipped off her shoes, before sinking to the floor. She was reaching for a chocolate just as the water from the shower cut off. A moment later Spike strode out of the bathroom wearing only his jeans.
"There you are, gorgeous, just in time."
Buffy swallowed her chocolate. "Enjoying your Halloween?"
He shrugged. "Haven't exactly been awake for most of it," he smirked. "How was the spa?"
"It sure wasn't heaven but it was pretty darn close."
"Then it was worth every penny," he said, sitting down next to her on the floor.
"I still can't believe you did all this."
"That's because you're not used to getting what you deserve, Pet. Wish I could do this sort of thing for you all the time but-" he cut off with a sigh, popping an apple slice into his mouth.
"As great as this is, I'm pretty sure both of us would get sick of it kinda fast."
"True enough." He reached over for the wine. "Fancy a glass?"
Buffy nodded, nibbling on a piece of cheese. They took their time enjoying the food and each other's company, chatting and drinking wine. The conversation rolled freely.
Buffy took a sip of her wine and set her glass on the table. "So I have a question."
"Go on."
"If this is the last stop on the Eurotrip express does that mean we're going straight to Scotland after this?"
"Unless you got another in mind. Thought Lena was the last of the Slayers you wanted to check in on. Course we could head down to Rome if you'd like, collect Dawn."
Buffy thought about that for a moment, refilling her wine and taking a sip. "So not feeling the decision making tonight."
"Thought not," he murmured as he skated his fingers down her arm in a tickling caress.
She let herself melt into his touch, leaning in for a long tender kiss. Spike pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, cupping the back of her neck in one hand, and set the wine glass on the table with the other. He proceeded to snake his free hand under her dress, gripping her waist and pulling her against him.
Buffy pulled her dress off over her head as he brought his lips to her neck. She arched into him, pressing her breast forward as he continued kissing and sucking a path down to her collarbone. The hand that had been on the back of her head skimmed around her shoulder and down under her arm to cup a breast. With the hand at her back he released her bra and she let the straps fall down her arms.
Needing to feel more of him pressed against her body, Buffy shifted herself onto her knees, forcing his mouth to hers for a hungry kiss. She could feel a wicked smile tugging at his lips and received only the slightest warning through their link before Spike gripped both of her hands in his. Gently, he pulled her arms down behind her back, pinning her wrist with his right hand.
"Trick number one," he growled as Buffy felt velvety softness surrounding her wrist and the audible click of handcuffs.
Her eyes widened as she rocked back slightly.
"Don't you trust me?" Spike teased, dipping his head to take a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth gently across her skin.
Buffy gasped as she let her head fall back. "Of course I trust you."
Spike hummed in appreciation as he ran a hand over her hip and around to the apex of her thighs. "Spread for me and I'll give you a treat."
She could already feel wetness beginning to pool as she shifted her knees apart to give him access. His fingers slipped between her folds, delving into her core and back out again to spread even more of her slick wetness around and work her clit in quick circles. Buffy let out a keening moan as her muscles clenched. Pressure began building within her body, increasing in waves as he continued to run his lips across her neck and chest.
He held his other hand at the small of her back holding her close as he curled his fingers into her, pushing up to scissor his fingers inside her, stretching her walls and spreading her wider before curling his fingers, lighting her up from the inside while continuing to work her clit with his thumb.
Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers and she doubled over as he pushed her over the edge, soaking his fingers in her juices. Spike kissed her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he let her ride out her orgasm.
Buffy pulled back panting for breath watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth licking her flavor from them with a moan. "Such a sweet treat, you are."
She couldn't pull her eyes away from his mouth as he finished licking his fingers and didn't even realize it when she licked her own lips. A slow smile spread across Spike's face. "Does my pretty little kitty want a taste? Or maybe you'd prefer a treat of your own," he said standing up to release himself from his jeans.
His cock bobbed with interest and Buffy's mouth began to salivate at the sight of it. Buffy shifted forward on her knees with her hands bound behind her back, to take his dick into her mouth with a moan. Spike cupped her head with his hands, thumbs massaging her jaw as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, opening her throat to take him further down. Spike let out a groan as she pulled her head back a little and worked her tongue in a circle around his cock and up and down his shaft. Spike's fingers curled into her hair as he began rocking his hips.
Buffy's hands itched to touch him. To dig her fingers into his curls and run her nails down his back. If this was meant to be a night of tricks and treats then two could play at that game…
Buffy continued to swallow his cock, taking him down as deeply as possible while she began to imagine herself running her hands through his hair, scraping her nails down his back and down to cup his ass as she licked a line up his cock matching the movement in reality.
The combination of physical and mental stimulation sent a growl rumbling through his chest as his muscles clenched and his hips rocked with renewed intensity into her mouth. His cock swelled as Buffy took him down, swallowing his release as he spilled into her throat. Buffy whimpered as she suckled his cock, drawing out his release.
Buffy pulled back with a slight "pop", rocking back on her heels to grinn up at him. "You're not the only one with a few tricks."
Spike reached down to help her stand with his hands on her biceps and drew her in for a kiss pressing his still hard cock against her. "If that was your idea of a trick, I can't wait for my treat," he growled into another biting kiss.
He ran his hands down her arms, double checking the cuffs and holding her against him as he rubbed against her thigh. He brought a hand down to pull her thigh up to rest on the side of the sofa and sank down to his knees to lap at her sex. In less than a minute she was coming undone as he sucked her clit between his teeth. She cried out when he pushed his tongue into her entrance.
Before she could recover, he was on his feet plunging his cock into her. He gripped her leg behind the knee to wrap it around his waist and pushed into her. Buffy couldn't help feeling unstable without the use of her hands but her fears were soon put to rest when he gripped her more tightly, holding her against him as he pumped into her at a relentless pace. Cock gliding wetly in and out of her. She began to strain against the cuffs as another orgasm started to build.
"Not yet, Slayer," Spike growled as he pulled out of her.
"That was a dirty trick," Buffy whimpered at the loss of him buried deep inside her. She was about to drop down to her knees again, until he shifted himself to sit on the sofa, pulling Buffy down to straddle his lap.
He gripped her hips, guiding her down onto his cock. His blunt fingers dug into her tender flesh as he helped her keep a steady pace atop him. Buffy leaned forward to take his earlobe into her mouth as she worked herself up and down his length, inner walls clamping down on him. She could tell he was getting close, she skimmed her lips down to his throat and with a hard bite, sent him over the edge. She came around him hard as he spilled into her.
Buffy collapsed against him panting as she came down from her high. She didn't even feel Spike move but heard the soft click as he released her from one of the cuffs. She relaxed her arms, allowing them to twine around Spike as they sat slumped into the cushions. "Best trick or treat ever," Buffy sighed happily.
"Not bad for round one."
