Title: Any Last Requests Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me. Feedback: Yes, please. Thank you. Rating: NC-17 Summary: Spike and Buffy fight. He wins. She has a final request that really surprises him. Part four..... Buffy swallowed hard. "Is it time for that, yet?" "Do you want it to be?" Spike asked, smiling with a distinct feeling of....was it TENDERNESS churning around inside of him?! Where the hell had THAT come from? "Well," she said, fiddling with a piece of her hair. "You're going to kill me afterwards, right?" Kill her? Was he? He must still be feeling a bit out of it after the intense orgasm she'd just given him....the best orgasm he could remember having. Ever. But...but she was so warm and soft. If he killed her, she would be cold and empty inside. Like he was. Pressed against her naked body this way, Spike couldn't even begin to think straight. "Shhh," he hushed her absently, "Don't think about that. I want to..." **Make love to you...** "....fuck you, now. I'll make you....." **Forget anything bad that's ever happened...** "....feel good, I promise. It'll be ....." **So wonderful we'll touch the stars together...** "....fantastic, luv. I promise I won't..." **Hurt you..** "....hurt you." Gentler than he'd planned on, he maneuvered her into position, deciding to stick to the basic missionary for their first...**First and last?**...time together. He was flagrantly hard again. Just the thought of what they were about to do had aroused him. **Slayer....Buffy....what are you doing to me?** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What...what should I do?" Although his mind teemed with delicious possibilities, Spike simply stroked her hair back from her face. "No- thing yet," he said softly. "You just lie there and let me see to you." Far from the quick, hard fuck he'd originally planned on, he found himself captivated by the idea of taking her slowly and sweetly, by gently stoking the innocent fire just beginning to flare inside of her young body, turning it to a conflagration of need...and want....and wild satisfaction. To make it...unforgettable. He was slightly confused by the dubious logic of his last thought. It sounded wrong somehow, but he wasn't interested in examining it more carefully. Shaking off the feeling, he bent his head and pressed his lips to the soft and vulnerable flesh of her throat. Buffy automatically tensed up in a gut reaction to having a vampire's teeth in the vicinity of her neck. Spike had been expecting it, and he soothed her like a startled filly. "S'all right. I won't bite you, Buffy. Relax." His tone was soft and reassuring as he propped himself on one forearm, sending his free hand down to touch her in the places where he now knew she liked being touched. Strong fingers ghosted down from her neck, gliding along the hollow between her breasts. His hand moved and gathered one soft mound, squeezing it gently, but firmly. He smiled when she sighed. Using his thumb and forefinger, he rolled and tugged on her hard nipple. He chuckled when she gasped. As he began to repeat these motions on her other breast, he dipped his head and took the first one into his mouth, licking and sucking it with barely controlled passion. He groaned when she whimpered. Buffy arched her back, forcing herself more deeply into his mouth. She brought her hands up and held his head at her breast, unwilling to let him continue if it meant he'd have to stop what he was doing. Struggling for a modicum of control, Spike sucked harder, his hungry mouth devouring her, and when he pulled back....he smiled; a ruthlessly sexy smile that thrilled her all the way through. Well....if she had to die....this was definitely the right way to go! His wandering hand moved on down her torso, stroking the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip. Down, down to her knee, then around the back of it and up to her inner thigh. Buffy felt her legs separate further. "So eager," Spike said, kissing her throat. "Give me your hand." Taking it in his, he brought it down to the place where they would soon be joined, making her fondle him. She tightened her fingers around his hard shaft, stroking and squeezing. When droplets of semen began leaking from his slit, he slipped his hand behind one thigh and raised it slightly, opening her completely. Then, before she could even react, he positioned himself and began to penetrate her tight opening. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was like nothing he'd ever felt before in his entire existence. Held securely in a warm, satin covered glove. She was hot, and wet, and unbelievably tight. So tight that he had to exert real pressure to force himself past the first barrier. He heard her gasp sharply, and felt her instinctive withdrawal. Unwilling to lose the ground he had gained, he held onto her bottom and pushed himself slowly inside, covering her mouth with his to muffle her scream. Every ounce of control he had at his command was working overtime to keep him from going off too soon. The sensation of being in her was even better than he'd imagined it would be. Pressing his lips to the side of her face, he whispered soothing words to her. "I know it hurts, baby...I know...just stay with me and I'll...oh, God...I'll make it better...I promise. Relax...that's it....that's my girl...so sweet...Buffy....kiss me....please...." Kisses from her...hot and sweet, freely given....a small bit of heaven just for him.... He pulled out, gasping as her sheath clutched at his flesh, trying to hold him in her. Careful not to withdraw completely, he slid his length back in and held steady, giving her the time she needed, tortuous as it was. Spike hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he felt her little hands cupping his face, and he opened them. Blazing green fire was sparking in her gaze, and she was biting her lower lip to the point of making it bleed. He couldn't let that happen. If she drew blood....he would lose his mind and ravish her with no care or consideration for her pleasure. This little slayer...she really didn't understand how powerful she was, what kind of control she could hold over a man. She could make a bloody slave of him, he had no doubt. "Don't do that, kitten," he whispered, kissing and nuzzling her until her teeth gave up their purchase, then sucking her slightly swollen lip, soothing the sting away. Her body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration that made them slip and slide with delicious ease. Buffy bent her knees and lifted her bottom a little, giving him an even deeper penetration. "God....Buffy....yeah...oh, yeah...the way you move...you...you're driving me....crazy...oh, fuck!...yes..." His control long gone, Spike began to power drive into her, forgetting that she was young and untouched, forgetting everything except the wonderful slide and pull as their bodies came together and came apart. Again...and again...and again...harder and faster and deeper with every stroke...every thrust into her....it was perfect...it was heaven....it was hell....and he never wanted to leave...ever. Propping himself on his outstretched arms, he looked down into her beautiful face. Her eyes were half closed, and she was panting...grunting...with every thrust he slammed into her, her lips moist, and trembling slightly. She was pure, primitive woman. Nothing less. "Look at me," he demanded. Her eyes opened, staring up into his. "Tell me....what you feel." "I...I don't..." she stammered, confused and unable to con- centrate. He tried to help her out. "Does it feel good? Do you like..having me....inside you...oh, Christ....Buffy!....you're amazing, love...just bloody....amazing...do that again...so tight...how do you...yes....ah, fuck!...unh...unh..." Buffy dug her boot heels into the grass. Something was going to happen...she could feel it...sense it...and it was going to be so good. "S...Spike?" she panted. "I...oh!" He canted his hips forward, just a little, just enough to exert pressure on her clit when he shoved himself in. With absolutely no idea why he needed so badly to hear the answer, he kept asking the question; "Is that good, baby? D'ya like it? Tell me....." Buffy was almost past the point of coherent speech, but there was this thing....this thing she had to tell him...it was important...and she had to try and get the words out. "Spike...something is....I don't know....I need to...I want...oh...what's happening?....oh, yes!....right there!" He smiled, feeling like the most powerful being above and below the surface of the earth. "You need to come, baby," he whispered, pumping harder. "That's what...what's about to happen...you...want to come...you can feel it." Buffy arched her neck, keening softly in her throat. "Don't worry, love....I'm gonna make you come....make you come hard...just for me....only for me....gonna make my girl feel...sooooo good...yeah...that's it....feel it?...you're close....so damn close..." Pounding in harder and faster still, his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her. Her own arms wrapped around him, and he buried his face against her neck. "Buffy," he grunted, ramming into her like a machine. "Fuck me back...fuck me hard....come on, baby...do it!...do it for me....ahhh, yes...baby-baby-baby...MY baby...MY girl...mine....mine....MINE...MINE....ALL...FUCKING...MINE!!" The perfect bliss of mutual orgasm swamped them, making them both cry out as the pleasure spasmed through them. Emptying himself into her, giving her every last drop of his seed, feeling his cock going off like a machine gun, drenching her, soaking her....one thought kept repeating itself over and over in his brain... **Just who is teaching who?** TBC..... (Some people find feedback very inspirational)