Summary: Dracula has woken up the slayer's dark, sensual side, and she decides to explore that side of sex for herself. Who better than to help her? Spike of course. This is a fun, sexy romp of 5th season Spike and Buffy. Evilawyer calls it PW1/2P. SPUFFY!!
 

Just a Fling

By MadRog (madrog@sunnydale-tales.com)
www.sunnydale-tales.com  


A/N: Time to start up this story again. For those of you that haven't read the a/n in QPQ, Comcast screwed up my internet for two weeks. But I'm back on, and the stories are flowing again.

Of course, big thanks to Evilawyer for beta-ing this story.


Chapter 16 - Caring

Buffy was scared but jazzed, all mixed up together. She could see the top of his head but took a foolish moment to second guess herself. Was that really Spike or another blonde vampire? No, that was just Insecure Buffy thinking. She knew his feel like no other, knew that singularly different tingle that raced through her nervous system when he was near. She watched a smoke trail rise above him, confirming her intuition. Relief made her eyes tear up. It was him. It was her Spike. Yes, he was her Spike, and she was just yards away from getting him back. And did he want her? She didn't care. She would make him.

Concentrating on his unmistakable hair and the feel of him, she noticed that he had stopped, probably, hopefully sensing her. Good. Dodging through the crowd, keeping him in her sights, she moved even faster. Strangely, she was ninety-nine percent sure that he could also sense her, but he was keeping his back to her. His stance looked tense. Well, she didn't blame him. He had said that he didn't want to fight her, and she guessed that he was bracing for an attack that he wasn't going to fend off. Even so, she wanted and needed to see his face, to gaze into his clear, blue eyes again. But first, she craved any sort of contact with him.

Instinctually, he felt her moving closer. How could he possibly miss her? Her feel always raced through his body like molten lava. His dilemma was that he wasn't sure why she was coming to him. She had undoubtedly been looking for him. She wanted him for some reason, but he didn't know why. He was trying to tamp down on his hope that she wanted to be with him again. She could just as well be bringing him a stake with his name on it. Would he turn when she finally got close enough to touch him? Would he defend himself? Would he let her stake him? He just wasn't sure of anything anymore. It was even more perplexing to think that she didn't want to fight either and wanted him back. What would he do? What he wouldn't give to make love to her again?. He wanted her so much that he hoped his weakened knees wouldn't give out and let him sink to the ground if she did want him. Being on his knees in the middle of Piccadilly Circus in front of his lady fair just wasn't the most manly vision.

Buffy pulled up short by a couple of feet. What if he didn't want her? What if he had changed his mind and wanted to fight? Enough with the second guessing already. Buffy took one hesitant step backwards before catching herself. If she wanted him, she had to reach out and grab him. Literally. Stepping forward again, Buffy started to slip her arms around his waist and hold tight. But no. If she could go to him and ask him face to face to have a fling, she could face him now. Allowing her to approach him from behind showed trust, and he deserved better from her than to continuing sneaking up from behind. She stepped around to stand a yard in front of him.

He was floored. The slayer had actually come back for him. Bloody hell. But when he thought about it, he realized he wasn't surprised. He had learned enough about her over the last few days they had shared together to know that she wouldn't let him leave like he had if she had wanted him. He just never imagined that she would want him.

Looking deeply into his clear blue eyes, Buffy saw raw emotions. Need, want, and vulnerability to name a few. She loved the first two, but didn't like the last at all. Someone like him, strong, intense, shouldn't feel vulnerable, and she regretted that she was the one causing it. Well, she could help that. Reaching up, she ran one hand slowly, tenderly up his neck to finally cup his cheek. Ah, the vulnerability was receding. She brushed her thumb across his sharp cheek bone. "I..." Buffy found herself choking back her tears. "I knew you would come back here."

Spike rubbed his hand over hers. "Yeah." He paused to let the topsy turvy moment soak in. "I left a piece of myself here."

"I brought it back." A smile finally lit her face and was conveyed in her voice.

Spike was still in shock, still trying to let what she was doing soak in. No fighting, no staking, no hard feeling at all towards him. "Yeah, luv, you certainly did. But no, kitten, you keep it. That piece of my heart belongs to you now." Spike now knew and admitted to both himself and to her that she possessed a part of him, a piece of his heart. A radiating warmth that started at the part of his heart which Buffy now held spread throughout his body. He brought her hand down with her palm up and open. Starting with the heel of his hand, he rubbed his hand against hers and then closed it. Yes, a piece of him belonged to her.

A tear trickled out of her eye before Buffy whispered the next confession. "I care about you."

Again the gods blessed him. His hands traveled, settling on each side of her face. "Enough to trust me? You know what I am."

Her smile blossomed into a beautiful rose. "Trust? More than enough, fang face."

Rubbing his thumb across her lips, Spike prepared to take the final leap along with her. The Slayer and the Slayer of Slayers were now linked, not as natural enemies but as lovers with shared feelings "I care about you, too, pet."

"You do?" This smile was major wattage. She had thought so, but it was good to hear.

He brushed his thumb across her face again. "How can I help caring about you?" Leaning in, his lips melded to hers. Mouths opened and tongues danced. Her arms wrapped around him and held on tight. This kiss wasn't about sex. It was about togetherness.

When they broke apart, Spike was surprised by a cloud that passed over Buffy's expression. "I was so scared that I wouldn't find you."

Drawn to her lips again, he placed a chaste kiss there, chaste but long and heartfelt. "You can't imagine how bad I wanted to be found. I dreamed of this since leaving you. This is a dream come true."

"Well, you were found and are going to stay that way, bleach head." Buffy didn't realize how proprietary she sounded, but Spike did. Her wanting him that way made him feel...intimately involved in her life, a pretty sweet feeling. But he also felt cold brought on by fear of losing her now. "You were lucky that you weren't attacked again by some story book blighter."

"I guess they didn't like this crowded square. Besides, you weren't there to help me." She squeezed him a little tighter. Before, she hadn't realized how much she wanted him with her in a fight. Use to be that she didn't think she needed help. She appreciated it when the Scoobies pitched in, but sometimes help just got in the way. But that category didn't include Spike. He was different. He watched her back, fought as well as she did and even helped her improve her fighting skills by making her try harder to stay up with him. He was different in so many different ways.

Letting go of her face, he rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear. "I've got your back now."

That was exactly what she wanted to hear. "Keep it that way, mister."

Pulling back, he captured her lips again, first licking her lips until she opened them and allowed his tongue to slide in. With that reception, he immediately gathered her up closer in his arms as the kiss deepened. They tasted each other's tongues greedily while they reassured themselves that they were once again in each other's arms.

*****

After steaming up the subway to the point that they embarrassed the passengers around them, they never made it past the public area of their suite. Both were desperate for the other but, on the other hand, both had a need to take their time, enjoying being together again, savoring every moment like a stupendous feast.

First off, by way of Spike's thinking, Buffy had on way too many clothes. "Let's start with the top and work my way down." Under his experienced hands, her shirt and bra floated to the ground. Then those same hands cupped her breasts, squeezing just enough to make her breath catch. A light tweak of her nipples snapped her eyes open so he could see into her eyes. Spike knew that she was looking back at him, a soulless vampire, not the poof of a grandsire or the pansy soldier boy. She wanted to be with Spike.

And Spike was right. Buffy's thoughts were far from anyone but him. Those hands on her body were all Spike, the vampire who was the only one, human or demon, that could make her feel this way. Just his hands taking off her clothes started her on her way to climax. Then one of his hands was replaced by his mouth, sucking her nipple into his mouth and lightly biting down brought her out of her daze.

Spike straightened back up. Hazel eyes looked deeply into blue, and her gaze told him all he needed to know. She was with him, her enemy, keeping eye contact until she had to tilt her head to kiss him. Spike kissed Buffy deeply, his tongue naturally mating with her own, enjoying the taste of each other.

Spike's kiss was all consuming, and Buffy wanted to be consumed. In her opinion, he had been away far too long. She craved the feel of his skin. Breaking their kiss only long enough for her to push his coat off his shoulders and pull his shirt over his head, she took a deep breath. Ah, even the smell of leather, his scent brought waves of lust rolling through her body. Then she returned his tweaks by nipping on his neck with her teeth. At his sharp intake of breath, she laughed. Silly vampire, not actually like he needed to breathe. As his hand weaved into her hair, Buffy grasped one nipple in her mouth then licked and sucked on his other. All the while, she was deftly unbuckling his belt and relinquishing his nipple to use both hands to pull his pants down to just above his knees. As she sank down towards his privates, his hand in her hair stopped her. She shrugged her shoulders in confusion. "Huh?"

Burning lust could easily be seen in his eyes, but he also showed some restraint. "Buffy, luv, you don't have to do that. I want to kiss you until you go crazy."

With a smile, she shook his hands off, and greedily licked her lips. "Nooo," she grasped his shaft in one small, hot hand and pumped once, "I want to," she said with a predatory smile. Then she lowered her lips, sliding down the side of his cock.

Groaning, Spike flexed and clenched his hands in her hair and let her perform her magic. Buffy worked the swollen head over, licking around, sucking, and sticking her tongue in his slit. She gloried in the groans she elicited from her vampire. Then she took him into her mouth and stroked him all the way up and down his shaft.

While he wanted to stay in heaven, the only problem for Spike was that she was going to make him come way too soon. "Oh, God, Buffy, give...uh...a bloke a break." Pulling her up by her arms, Spike raised her to her feet. He could see the question in her eyes. "I just didn't want to end the party so soon, pet."

Once she was up, Spike peeled off her pants, picked her up and gently set her on the sofa. Gazing down upon her beauty again reminded him how lucky he was to share a bed with her. Thank the Powers That Be that she had come back for him in Piccadilly Circus.

Buffy watched as Spike took his pants off. When he stood over the sofa, she felt her juices flow just looking at his generous erection. She sat up and put her hands on his shoulders. Then she slowly ran her hands down his chest, feeling his muscles on his well defined six pack. But as she reached his pubic hair, she tilted her head up, seeking a kiss.

As he lay down upon her, Buffy grasped his erection and guided him to her wet opening. She rubbed the head all over her lips and swollen clitoris. Then she got back to business. She placed his cock again at her opening, and not waiting for him, lifted her hips to lodge his head into her hot channel.

Spike groaned. What this little women did to him. He had wanted to thrust deep inside of her, but he enjoyed feeling her guide his head over her errogenous zones. Her taking charge made him even hornier. But when she let go and seated him inside of her, the dam broke. He thrust into her deep and hard, stopping for a moment to feel her heat seeping into his shaft.

He might be able to go slow, but Buffy couldn't wait. She started bucking, helping glide him in and out of her. In a moment, Spike was matching her speed and strength thrust for thrust. And the climaxes were quick to come. As if in silent agreement, Buffy and Spike opened their eyes and gazed at each other, before Buffy tilted her head to the side. Then Spike lowered his head and his fangs sank into her flesh. Fireworks went off. Spike was the first to come, but Buffy was close behind with the feel of his fangs, the rhythm of his suck, the swelling of his cock as he came and the pulsing as he shot his come into her womb speeding her to her own orgasm. Spike continued to pump, milking the experience for all it was worth. In kind, Buffy continued to thrust as her orgasm raged.

After the storm, Spike shifted them so that they were on their sides on the sofa with Buffy draped partially over him. Both were quiet, enjoying the moment. Spike wasn't sure what to say. Their coupling had been so intense, and he was still in awe that she had searched him out. They has exchanged...well, feelings. 'I care about you,' she'd told him. He hadn't known just how much he wanted to hear such a declaration from Buffy until he actually heard it. And he had told her that he cared, too, but he suspected that his feelings ran deeper than caring.

Buffy's voice cut into his reflections. She sounded content and sleepy. He smiled, thinking how he was the reason for her condition. "Spike?"

He shifted so that he could see her face. "Yes, luv."

"Except the bitey-ness, of course, our sex tonight wasn't dark, was it?"

Spike thought for long moments. Dark? She had talked about it from the beginning, but were they still on the dark side? No, not now. "No, luv, I think you are right. We've left the darkness behind and now we're..." Spike just couldn't put it in words without revealing how deep his feelings ran.

Buffy did slightly better. "Now we're in a relationship of caring."

Maybe he would expose himself too much, but he had to say, "And the biting isn't dark, just another way of...achieving union."

After thinking for a moment, she agreed that he was right. "Yes."

After both were quiet for a few moments, thoughts weighing heavy, Spike could tell that Buffy fell asleep. He soon followed with dreams starring the perky blonde in his arms.


*****

A couple of hours later, Buffy slowly woke. Pleased to find Spike's arms tight around her, Buffy cuddled up closer. Then the thought struck her. Did he want to sleep with her? She had wondered this before when she had fantasized about waking up together, but they had never done it. Even when he left her, he had said he wanted to wake up next to her. At first she thought this would be a good time to see if he would be receptive, but then she started talking herself out of it. What if he liked to sleep alone? He cared but what if he didn't want to see her face first thing in the morning? What if he didn't want to be so vulnerable to a slayer? What if...? What if...? Scaring herself away without knowing any of the facts, Buffy slipped out of his arms, picked up her clothes and quietly made her way to her bedroom. The empty bed wasn't near as enticing as the sofa in the other room cradling a sexy vampire.

He knew the second that she was awake. Not only was he attuned to her emotionally, but also physically. He had heard her pulse increase and felt all the little movements one makes when leaving slumber behind. Needless to say, he was very interested to see what she would do, and he couldn't have asked for anything better when she cuddled up to him. But then he felt her stiffen and withdraw. What had happened? She had seemed content, but then something changed. Then as he listened to her pad away and close the door behind her, Spike's heart began to break. Was this going to be how things would be when they got back to the Scoobies? He started to head to his own room but then stopped and walked to her door. She was rejecting him...no, he didn't know that. For that matter, he didn't know what in the world was on her mind, but he was going to find out.

Buffy sat up when the door to her bedroom opened. There he was, hair tousled, black jeans barely zipped up. If she had to guess, she would have first said he was mad about something. Looking closer, she saw his expression was questioning and vulnerable again.

Spike didn't know what to say. He tried simple honesty. "I missed you."

Buffy wondered if she was getting the sheets wet as she melted at his words. She had felt the same, but just hadn't been sure how he felt. "I didn't think you would want me to stay."

He took a step into the room. "You thought wrong. I missed out on the last couple of nights and don't want to miss another."

Buffy blew out a big sigh of relief. "Ditto." Quickly, she pulled back the blankets. "Do I have to give you an invite to come in?" She smiled at her vampire joke.

Quirking an eyebrow, Spike took a couple of more steps into the room. His reply was low and sexy. "If you want me to come in."

"Come in," she looked intensely into his eyes, trying to convey her sincerity, "and stay awhile."

He made it to the bed in a few more steps. As he grasped his jeans to take them off before getting between the sheets with her, he paused. He had to ask. "The rest of the night and the day?"

She could understand his insecurity, and she hoped to reassure him. Just his asking that question told her that his feelings were running along the same lines as her own. "It had better be. Night and day and night and day..." She knew that thought smacked of commitment, but she discovered that she didn't care. She did want him with her.

Spike had his pants off and joined her in nothing flat. Both were silent when they pulled back from a simple kiss. Their eyes and movements told all that needed to be told. He turned her and spooned against her back. He smiled as she practically purred. Taking a moment, he lay silently and enjoyed the little things that came with lying so close to her. The sound of her heart beat, the movement of her chest as she breathed, the smell of her hair, the feel of her hand covering his, and the best, the smell of his scent and their sex all over her. He realized that his smell on her was important. He needed her. Just that simple. His last thought as he fell asleep was that one of the Powers That Be must favor him to bless him with this opportunity. 'But don't quote me on that,' he thought with a smile, and he was off to dreams of a blonde slayer.

*****

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