Chapter 9 – Wednesday Means Monday
"Slayer?" Spike asked as Buffy just stared at him.
"Spike," she finally said.
"Buffy," he said, mock-gravely. "Now we've got the niceties out of the way, let's move on to the entertainment. Let me in."
"Do I look insane?"
Spike braced his arms on the doorframe, his black coat creating a curtain she couldn't see past. He curled his tongue at her. "Maybe not insane, but you can be pretty bloody wild."
"Spike, what the hell are you doing here?" she hissed at him.
"I think I made that plain. I want what's promised me. I just want it now."
Buffy heard a group of people coming down the hall. She quickly said, "Get in here," and pulled Spike across the threshold. She slammed and locked the door behind him.
Spike rubbed his arm. "Not exactly the welcome I was expecting, but it'll do."
Buffy whirled around to glare at him. "You are not welcome here. What the hell is going through your pea brain, coming to my room like this? I should stake you right now."
"Worried soldier boy's gonna find us? Find out what little nasties we've been doing?"
"Don't talk about Riley," Buffy said.
"Fine by me. I'd rather not talk at all." Spike stepped closer and ran an index finger along the opening of her robe. He palmed her bare skin there and she shivered at his cool touch.
"Why..." Buffy started.
"Because we're both the flame and the moth. I want you. You want me. No spells, no alcohol, just us. Wanting." He drew her close and licked up the side of her neck. When he reached her earlobe, he sucked on it for a moment before moving on to the line of her jaw.
Buffy tried very hard to stay quiet, to feel unaffected by his mouth, but once his lips touched hers, a faint "mmmm " escaped. Encouraged, Spike deepened the kiss. Without conscious thought, Buffy wrapped her arms around his head. She could feel her lip split beneath his teeth, but she only kissed him harder, as if she wanted to draw him inside her—or crush him.
Buffy suddenly shoved him away from her. He flew back to hit the wall. She wiped the back of her hand across her bloody mouth and carelessly rubbed it off on her robe. Spike stalked towards her and grabbed her hand. He brought it to his mouth and carefully licked all the remaining blood from it, his eyes never leaving hers. When he finished, he grasped her chin and licked her lips too.
While he licked her, Buffy slid his coat off one of his shoulders. He shrugged it loose and let it fall to the ground. He stepped back from her to peel off his black t-shirt, exposing his leanly muscled chest. Surprising herself, Buffy leaned forward and bit one of his nipples. His groan definitely was not one of pain. She bit the other one and raked her nails down his back.
"Playing it rough now, are we pet? I can do that," Spike nearly growled. He put his hands on the sash of her robe and tore it apart. The cloth parted, exposing her to him.
"Hey!" Buffy said.
"I'll nick you a new one," he told her. He brushed her hands away from the lapels and just looked at her. Buffy flushed a little under his frank gaze.
Suddenly Spike wrapped an arm around her and brought them together, skin to skin. They stared at each other, not much more than a breath apart. She saw lust in his eyes and something more. Something almost worshipful. But maybe she only saw what she wanted to see? She wondered what her eyes showed him. Acceptance, probably, that this moment was inevitable. And no small amount of lust either. But knowing him, he probably smelled it on her already.
He slowly blinked at her. "God help me, I want you so much," he said. "Can you feel it?" He rubbed their lower bodies together. "Can you feel how much?"
"I'm guessing kind of a lot," Buffy said, a little breathless. His erection ground into the softness of her belly. She'd never felt anyone so hard.
"Buffy," he said. His voice, his tone, the way he looked at her--at that moment, she gave in.
"I want you too, Spike. More than I ever thought I could."
"Mmm , love. Gonna be so good," Spike said. He cupped her face and kissed her again. It began softly but grew deep and frantic quickly.
Buffy blindly reached for his belt and undid the buckle. Spike helped her with the button and the zipper before leaning down to unlace and kick off his boots. Buffy cupped his ass briefly before pushing his jeans down. No pesky underwear for Spike. And only lacy purple panties for Buffy. Panties that Spike helped her out of quickly. He pushed her robe off her shoulders and stepped back to look at her. "I knew... I thought..."
Buffy watched her hand reach out to slide along his erection. He was thick, uncircumcised. She thought about how he'd felt in her before. She wanted to know how he'd feel without the alcohol fuzzing her brain.
Spike was very still as she explored him. She ran her fingers up and down him before gently cupping his testicles. She squeezed and rolled them causing Spike to reach out and grip her upper arms. "Hold up, pet. Gonna explode if you keep touching me that way. Let's lie down." He took her hand and led her to the bed.
As he lowered his body to hers he said, "Done the standing up thing. It was fun and all. Wouldn't mind trying it again. But right now, I want to fuck you into a mattress."
Buffy rolled her eyes, pulled out of the moment. "You sweet talker you."
"It's not talking you want, remember? Or have you changed your mind? Does the Slayer like a side of dirty talk with her fucking?"
"Shut up, Spike," Buffy said. Apparently realizing how close he was to getting a knee in the groin, Spike stopped his taunting and kissed her again. After a moment, she softened and kissed him back.
Buffy was feeling pretty noodley by the time Spike lifted his head and started making his way down her body. He teased her nipples with his teeth. He pulled a whole breast into his mouth and sucked hard, causing Buffy to buck up off the bed. In between sucks, he flicked her nipple and rolled his tongue around it. He released that breast with a wet pop before taking the other into his mouth and giving it the same treatment. Buffy's hands fisted in his hair, holding him to her. She'd never realized how sensitive her breasts were. Every pull of his mouth added to the wetness between her legs.
Spike lightly bit her nipple before letting it go and moving further down her body. He dragged his nose along the slight curve of her belly and just when she thought he was going to touch her where she most wanted him, he instead nipped and licked her inner thighs, tasting her sweat and the evidence of her arousal.
He looked up at her. "Think I've wanted a taste of this more than the taste of your blood, Slayer. The smell of you alone drives me mad." And then she felt it—his mouth on her, drinking her in as if she were something to be savored. Vaguely she wondered how she measured up against the Wheetabix and blood he liked to eat. She quickly discarded the thought as Spike caught her clit between his teeth. She groaned appreciatively.
"Mmm . I like that too, Buffy," Spike said. "Like the way you writhe under me when I touch you. Love the way you taste, all tang and sweetness together. Shall I make you come this way, love? Do you want to fuck my mouth?"
Maybe she did have a dirty talk kink after all because she was quick to breathe "Yes, make me come. Fuck me with your tongue."
She could feel him laugh, the vibrations stimulating her clit. "That's my girl," he said. Then she was filled with his tongue and his fingers and if he kept moving everything just that way she really was going to come...
"More, more, more," she chanted. Spike obliged. She was getting so close, but she needed something—
Spike reached up and pinched her nipple.
Buffy convulsed. Her legs clamped around Spike's head as she rode out the violent orgasm. Spike continued to lick her softly as she came down and relaxed her muscles.
"Thought you'd take my head off there for a sec. Then you'd have vampire dust all over your pretty quilt."
Buffy stretched, still all tingly. "Mmmm . I think I'll keep you around instead," she said, thoughtlessly.
Spike stilled for just a second before pulling himself back up her body. "Gonna come inside you now, Buffy. Open for me."
Buffy opened her legs quickly and wrapped them around his waist. She reached behind him to knead his ass cheeks, loving their tight roundness. Spike positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed in slightly, giving her body the chance to adjust to his width. Oh, Buffy thought, now I remember how good this feels. She gripped his buttocks tighter, pulling him further into her wet heat.
Spike dropped quick, deep kisses on her mouth as he moved inside her. Buffy's eyes opened wide then fluttered closed as he filled her completely. Spike stopped, whispering her name. "Buffy. Look at me. See me."
"I see you, Spike," she whispered back as she really looked at him. The expression on his face was somewhere between intense concentration and absolute pleasure. He smiled at her.
"We're doing this, yeah?" he said.
"Oh God, yeah," Buffy agreed. "But do it harder."
"Your wish and all that rot," he said before pulling out and slamming back into her with incredible force. Buffy gripped his shoulders. Her pelvis rose to meet his. She squeezed her muscles around him and enjoyed the resulting tremors that shook his body. "So fucking tight. Never want to leave..."
"Ah," Buffy gasped as his cock rubbed her clit. "I'm close again."
Spike moved his thumb to rub her. Her body jerked at his touch. He leaned over and took a breast into his mouth again, creating a rhythm of sucking and rubbing that soon had her climaxing again. "God, Spike!" she cried out, digging her nails into his skin.
Spike's voice was a bit strangled when he spoke. "Flip over, love."
"Hmm?" Buffy was a little groggy. She'd never come twice in one night. That Spike had done it for her when no one else had... She wasn't ready to deal with that.
"On your tummy. That's it," he said as she rolled over.
"Why..." Buffy started to ask when he roughly grabbed her hips and drove into her from behind. Buffy squeaked.
Spike rested his forehead between her shoulder blades. "God, Slayer. So deep. You feel incredible."
"Spike, I've never—"
"Then enjoy the ride." He slid in and out of her slowly at first but was soon slamming into her. Her hips would be bruised for sure, despite Slayer healing, she thought. But as his balls slapped her and his fingers pinched her clit, she completely didn't care. When he rubbed his other thumb around her rear entrance, she felt a jolt of pain and pleasure. It was too much. But not enough.
"Can't hold out anymore. Gotta come." Spike sounded as if he were speaking through gritted teeth. She wished she could see his face. He pounded into her even harder than before until he yelled and came into her with long, strong pulses. Buffy could feel him deep within her.
They both collapsed onto the bed when he was done, still connected.
"Oh God," Buffy breathed. She pushed wet hair away from her sweaty face. Spike pulled her even closer and rolled them onto their sides.
"Give us a minute. We'll have another go," Spike said into her neck.
Buffy laughed, and it was a happy sound.
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Sometime in the middle of the night, Buffy woke Spike by taking him into her mouth. She sucked him deep and hard. He touched the top of her head, gently guiding her. "That's good. That's so good. Mmmm . Do it just like that," he encouraged her. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her jaw cracked with her effort. What she couldn't fit she fisted in her hand. She'd done this once for Riley, but it was over quickly and had felt like an obligation rather than a pleasure. Doing this for Spike—well, she found it was for her too. She was enjoying the taste of him, the feel of him and the incredible noises he was making. He held her head still and gently fucked her mouth. "Buffy!" he yelled as he came and she swallowed him down without a second thought. She continued to lick around him slowly until he pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. "Thank you," he said into her mouth. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her bottom, lifting her onto him.
"Already?" she asked, surprised.
"Still," he said, guiding her hips.
She rode him, bracing herself on his chest. "Wow," she said. She threw her head back, her long hair trailing over his thighs. His thumbs rubbed circles around her nipples. She reached down to touch herself since his hands were otherwise occupied.
"Oh yeah, baby," Spike said. "Touch yourself. I class=SpellE>wanna see you make yourself come. Come, Buffy. Fuck me hard and come."
His words excited her. He twisted and flicked her nipples as she ground herself on him and moved her fingers over her clit. "You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Bloody hell! Coming already. Come with me!" he yelled.
He snapped his hips up into her and she pinched herself, feeling the pulses of her orgasm begin. She held her breath as the pleasure broke over her. Spike let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips. "Bloody buggering FUCK," he said, coming with each word. Buffy almost laughed at the look on his face, but she was too wiped out to actually make the sound. She lay on top of him, her face pressed into his neck, and fought just to breathe normally.
"I knew it was good with you. I never knew how good it could get," Spike said into her hair.
Buffy slowly pushed up on her elbows to look at him. "Because you never fucked a Slayer before," she said, narrowing her eyes.
Pain and regret crossed his face. "I'm sorry, love. Sorry for saying that. I knew you were coming to give me the brush off and I wanted to hurt you back a little."
"I know," Buffy said. "It's what we do—hurt each other."
"Not anymore," Spike said.
Buffy rolled off of him and put an arm across her eyes. "I wish I could believe that."
Spike rose up next to her and gently moved her arm. "Buffy, do believe it. Because I think I'm—"
She quickly put her hand over his mouth. "Don't say what I think you're going to say. Just don't. Can't we enjoy this for a while? Without complicating it up any more than it already is?"
Spike's eyes hardened slightly. "Sure. Right. Whatever you say, Slayer."
"Spike..."
"No, really. You're right. Come here and let me lick you clean."
Buffy let him, relieved and also disappointed that she had stopped him from saying the "l" word. Spike was an incredible lover, but he was still soulless. Still evil. Still a vampire. And she was still—and always would be—the Slayer.
But as Spike's tongue did wonderful things to her body, she gave the thinking part of her brain a rest. Tonight was for pleasure. The inevitable pain could wait until the morning.
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Buffy came awake slowly. She was wrapped in Spike's arms and pressed back fully against his body. She could feel his erection rubbing her from behind. He kissed her neck. She was amazed at all the bodily fluids they'd exchanged through the course of the night. But not more blood. He hadn't asked and she hadn't offered. But the way he sucked at her neck now, she could tell how very much he would've wanted it.
She rolled over to face him, breaking the suction of his mouth. "Hi," he said.
She smiled. "Hi."
"Sun's up," Spike said, jerking a thumb at the closed blinds. "Guess I'll just have to stay the day and have my nasty way with you some more."
"I have my first class of the semester in—" She checked the clock. "—an hour. Time enough for something quick maybe?"
Spike brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her. She felt her body respond instantly. In fact, she was so wrapped up in her reaction to him that she didn't hear the knock on the door at first.
"Buffy? You in there?"
Buffy froze. She pulled back from Spike quickly. "Riley!" she hissed.
"So?" Spike said, trying to bring her mouth back to his.
"No!" She pushed at him. "You have to get out of here!"
"Where am I gonna go? Daylight, remember?"
Buffy rolled out of bed and threw his jeans at him. "Then—get in the closet. I'll get rid of him."
Spike slowly pulled his jeans on. He was pissed and she knew it. But she wasn't ready for "the" confrontation yet. "Hurry up!"
She turned to the door before scooping her robe up and wrapping it around her. "Just a minute, Riley! I was about to get into the shower." She pushed Spike into the closet. He made another grab for her and kissed her collarbone. "Quit! It!" she said, removing his hands from under her robe. She pulled away from him and closed the closet door in his pouting face.
Buffy smoothed her robe and her hair. She straightened the sheets and kicked Spike's boots and t-shirt under the bed.
"Buffy?" Riley said again through the door.
"Coming!" she called. She did another quick sweep of the room and went to let Riley in.
"Hey," he said when she opened the door. She turned her cheek to him for his kiss. "I was hoping we could talk."
"Can we do it later? I have a class in a little while and I really need to shower."
"Uh, yeah, I guess so." He looked around the room, then back at her. "Is that blood on your robe?" he asked. "And what's that smell?"