Title: Black Satin and Plaid Flannel Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me. Feedback: Love some, thanks. Summary: Buffy has a slumber party, with the scoobies and her vampire lover. Strictly Spuffy-fluff. Part four: Making Out Spike moved the coffee table out of the living room, while Xander turned off all the lights, leaving the television as the only illumination. Buffy and Willow came out of the kitchen carrying bowls of popcorn and candy, and Anya followed with a small cooler full of soda and beer. When the bedrolls were properly spread out and everyone had settled in, Buffy punched the 'Play' button on the VCRs remote and the movie began. "What's this called again?" Spike asked, leaning back against the sofa. Buffy picked up the box and handed it to him. "Deadtime Stories," she informed him. "Ten hours of the most terrifying movies ever made...or so they say." He shook his head as he examined the box. "Where do you find this crap?" "Hey!" Xander said defensively. "That happens to be classic horror, pal....and I'M the one who found it." "Why am I not surprised?" Spike replied. "This is NOT classic horror in any way, nimrod. You want real horror, you have to go back to the basics. THIS," he added, displaying the box, "is a pitiful attempt to frighten people with nothing more than disgusting special effects designed to....oh, bloody hell! Did you SEE that? His whole fucking head exploded! Play it back again!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Stop it," Buffy hissed, pushing Spike's hand off her thigh. He rolled his eyes and sat quietly, watching the movie for a few minutes, then slipped his hand behind her and massaged the back of her neck. She allowed him to continue, arching her back a little so that he would move his hand down and rub it. Spike obliged her, keeping his touch therapeutic. His fingers knew exactly how much pressure to apply and where to apply it, making her pliable and relaxed...which was exactly how he wanted her. "Feel good?" he whispered in her ear, smiling when she sighed and sank back in his arms. Supporting her against his chest, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms, lulling her into dropping her guard. The others were all engrossed in the movie, and he had Buffy back far enough so that they were out of everyone's peripheral vision. Slowly, he slipped his arms around her waist and settled her more comfortably on his lap. After a few seconds, he carefully moved one hand down, searching for the hem of her pajama top. When she didn't protest, he allowed them to creep just beneath the soft flannel and caress her stomach. Her head leaned back on his shoulder, and he took advantage of the position by kissing the slender curve of her neck. There was the tiniest little gasp, then she lifted one hand and caressed the side of his face. Encouraged, he nuzzled her throat as he stroked the warm skin of her abdomen. Her next move almost caused him to swallow his tongue. The tiny hand that had been touching his cheek so tenderly suddenly dropped down and covered the back of his right hand where it rested under her top. Before he could even react, she moved his hand up and over the curve of her breast, pressing it down firmly. His cock became iron hard under the silk pajama pants he wore. He lifted his hips, letting her feel it press against her bottom. "Baby," he murmured in her ear. "Kiss me." Buffy turned her head and his lips came down on hers. They exchanged a soft, wet kiss that only made them want more. Pulling back, she stared straight into his eyes and easily read the message he was sending her. "Be right back," she said, climbing to her feet and heading for the kitchen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spike waited two minutes, then went after her. Nobody paid any attention to him. Their eyes were riveted on the movies latest display of oozing organs and hacked off limbs. He stepped into the dark kitchen and was immediately grabbed and shoved up against the wall. "What took you so long?" Buffy demanded. "Don't you want me anymore?" This question was a private joke between them, and he always answered it the same way. "Kitten...you have no idea." Bending his head, he captured her lips again, kissing her long and hard. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching for hers, then playing with it and coaxing it to enter his own mouth. When it did, he closed his lips around it and sucked it lightly. Buffy made a soft sound in her throat, pressing herself closer to him. Her hips ground against his, inflaming his already raging hard on. His hands moved down her back and cupped the cheeks of her ass, lifting her against him. She pulled away to breathe. Meeting his gaze, she sent one hand down between them and fondled his erection. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, thrusting into her small hand. "No, we can't," she said, squeezing gently. "But I can still make you feel good." He was well aware of that fact. Buffy's hands were just as talented as the rest of her lovely body. She had learned exactly what touches pleased him the most. She knew that he liked her to wrap her fingers snugly around him and use her thumb to caress the head of his cock, smearing the drops of semen he produced back into his skin. No woman at any time in his existence had excited and satisfied him the way the slayer did so effortlessly. Even Drusilla, whom he had truly loved for a very long time, hadn't been able to compare to this young girl, so young that she had barely left her teens. Buffy was his world now, and he was almost sick with love for her, love that she returned to him with a willing and tender heart. His desire for her was constant, it never left him at peace anymore. All he wanted to do was be with her. He thought about her when he was awake, and dreamed of her when he slept. It was rapidly becoming an obsession. God, life was good! "These drawstring pants are handy, aren't they?" she giggled, pulling them away from his skin and sliding her little hand down inside of them. Spike's head dropped forward and landed on her shoulder. "Yeah...handy," he managed to choke out, groaning when she grasped his cock and squeezed. "Somebody's awfully hard," she sing-songed, pumping her hand up and down. He was getting dizzy with pleasure. Pushing her pajama top up, he lowered his head and applied his tongue to her nipples. He licked them firmly, with long strokes of his tongue, then took each one into his mouth and sucked. Now, it was Buffy's turn to moan. Her hand moved up and down, faster and faster. She used her free hand to pull the silk pants away from his body, wanting to avoid telltale stains on the fabric. Spike's hand dove beneath the waistband of her own pants, cupping the damp mound of her sex and rubbing it. His fingers teased her, slipping slightly up inside of her and then back out. "Please," she begged in a throaty whisper. "Spike...come on...please..." He responded by moistening his index finger in her wetness, then using it to stimulate her clitoris. He plucked and rubbed it, eliciting soft purrs from her. Buffy tightened her grip on his cock, and began working him even faster. Her hand was wet from his secretions and his hard flesh slipped easily through her delicate fingers. "Faster, baby," he instructed her. "Make me come...do it for me, love...oh...oh, yeah...." It was difficult to keep himself quiet, but an interruption now would be disastrous so he burrowed his face more deeply between her warm breasts as they stood in the dark kitchen, masturbating each other to a mutually satisfying climax. His cock went off in her hand, splattering a load of semen on the floor at the same time she clamped her thighs shut and came all over his hand, soaking it with her juices. They had already taken a big enough risk by fooling around like this with their friends just a few steps away, so there was no time for afterglow. Their hands slipped back out of each other's pants, and they quickly composed themselves and straightened their clothing, then returned to the front room. Spike was right behind her, when he remembered that he still had something else to do and made an immediate U-turn back into the kitchen. Tearing off a length of paper toweling, he wiped up his semen off the floor and buried the mess in the trash can. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Have you changed your mind?" "About what?" "About the dare you accepted." "Technically, I didn't" "Technically, shmechnically...just because you didn't accept it in front of witnesses doesn't mean you didn't accept it." "Will you quit nagging me?" "Never." "Shit." TBC..... Next: Part 5...Bedtime Stories Feedback is appreciated...but you already know that.