Title: Buffy's Decision
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: A short sequel to the
ficlet "Buffy's Decision/And The Winner Is".

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There is no way to properly have sex in the back seat
of a Dodge Viper.  Especially when you haven't had any in
so long that you've almost forgotten what goes where.

Which was precisely the situation Buffy found herself in.

Ages it had been since she'd had "a proper seeing to", as Spike
liked to put it.  All that long and lonely time that he'd been gone
'soul searching', and then, when he finally found his way home,
the world had once again began to hurtle towards hell in a hand-
basket.

His "death", she didn't even want to think about, let alone discuss.
It had been her lowest point yet, just the thought of never seeing him
again, hearing his voice, feeling his touch....

She shook off the gloomy ponderings. No need for them anymore.
Spike was back, he was all hers, and they had a lot of lost time to
make up for.

"That'll never work," she pointed at the car in question. "One
of us is gonna get hurt."

"Yeah, well...."  Spike kept a firm grip on her hand, and scanned
the darkened corners of Wolfram and Hart's lower level parking garage,
considering and discarding various automotive options.  His gaze
skipped rapidly from one car to another. The slayer was becoming
impatient, and if he didn't get his hands on her hot little body soon,
he wouldn't be responsible for the damage to Los Angeles.

In the farthest and darkest corner of the garage, he suddenly spotted
the answer to his dilemma; the longest, blackest, shiniest, stretch
limousine in the Wolfram and Hart stable.

Oh, bloody perfect.

Buffy saw what he was staring at and gasped in delight. Their eyes
met for a moment before they broke into a run.

Spike was fully prepared to yank the door handle right off if he had
to, but for once luck was on his side and the automobile was unlocked.
Giggling like children, they tumbled into the plush interior of the car,
slamming the door behind them.

"Oh!" Buffy squealed, pointing. "Champagne!"

Spike grinned as he wrestled his way out of his coat. "Almost like someone
knew we'd be here, innit?"

She watched as he whisked his t-shirt off and tossed it aside.

God, there it was....that beautiful chest and muscled abdomen. How
long had it been since she'd touched it?

Unable to hold herself back, she fell into his arms and their lips
met in a hot, hard kiss.

The world outside disappeared as they fondled and caressed each
other, their hands reacquainting themselves with familiar pleasure
zones.

Buffy's suppressed sex drive was making a blazing comeback. Her
hands moved down between their bodies, fumbling for the zipper of
his jeans, but before she could tug it open, his hand stopped her.

"Wait," he whispered, nipping at her ear lobe.  He guided her hand
down and molded it around the impressively large bulge his erection
was making in the front of his pants. "Feel it like this first," he in-
structed her. "Move your hand up and down...yeah...like that. Now
a little tighter...ah...that's my girl."

Buffy did everything he asked, her hand slipping up and down
the unbelievable length of his hard cock.  She raised her face and
kissed him, her tongue sliding between his lips and into the cool
cavern of his mouth.

"Christ, I've missed the taste of your mouth," he sighed, pulling
back to allow her some air. "Kissing you was one of the best parts,
you know. You always tasted so sweet, like chocolate or mint...or
butterscotch."  He laughed softly in her ear. "You did like your candy,
didn't you, baby?"

Reclining back on the buttery leather of the seat, he pulled Buffy
onto his lap.  She was wearing one of the those blouses with about
a thousand fiddly little buttons. Since he didn't want to piss her off
at this point, he restrained himself from ripping her top open down the
middle and reached for the top button.

Which wouldn't seem to work properly. No matter which way he
twisted, the buttonhole refused to give up it's button.

"Spike."  Her head dropped forward onto his shoulder and she
whispered in his ear. "Those buttons are decorative. See?"  She
pulled her hair aside, revealing a zipper on the back of her shirt.

Swearing softly, he pulled the zipper down. As the fabric parted
along her back, the front of the shirt slipped down and she pulled
her arms out of it, then peeled it up and off.

His eyes kindled with admiration at the picture she presented
him with now; mussed hair, her lashes heavy and her eyes a bit
out of focus, and wearing the prettiest satin and lace brassiere
he'd ever seen. The dainty undergarment was a delicious shade
of pink, which immediately became his new favorite color.

He placed his hands on her ribcage and pulled her forward,
lifting her just a little in his lap. Releasing a lusty growl, he covered
the soft mounds of her breasts with moist and lingering kisses.

Buffy sat back and twisted the front clasp of the bra open, then
slowly pulled the cups apart and bared her breasts for him.

"Fucking hell," he murmured, gazing at her like a starving man
would if he were being presented with a creamy, mouth watering
dessert. "You're still the hottest little piece of goods I've ever laid
eyes on, luv."

With a sultry smile, Buffy leaned forward and offered him her ripe
curves. "Kiss them," she demanded.

Spike pushed the straps of her bra down her arms and off, then
took her breasts into his hands. She rose up on her knees until
she was in a position to look down and watch as he fondled her.

He pressed his lips against the satiny hollow between the pink and
white mounds of flesh, then dropped teasing kisses over every
inch of them.

Buffy placed her hands on the seat in back of him, thrusting her
chest forward more aggressively.  "Now, suck them.  Suck them
hard."

Delighted at her bossy tone, he complied, using his tongue to
draw wet circles around each rosy nipple.  His actions coaxed soft
moans from her throat, moans that changed into a ragged gasp
of air when he closed his lips around one hard tip and began to
suck on it.

It only took one beat of her heart before she was half mad with
pleasure.  He drew on one nipple, licking and sucking hard, while his
fingers played with the other one.

Breaking contact with an audible 'pop', he switched sides, then
moved back and forth, swirling his tongue wetly around each
peak.

Her neck was suddenly unable to support her head, and it
dropped back weakly. "Oh...oh, that's perfect," she moaned.

Spike slid one arm around and across her upper back, keeping
her in place as he feasted on her nipples. Placing his free hand
on the seat, he lifted his hips until he was no longer making contact
with it, grinding his hard-on against her loins.

"You like this, don't you?" he said against her warm skin. "When
I suck on your tits."

With no small effort, she lifted her head and looked down at
the erotic sight he presented. "I love it," she groaned, pushing her
breast more fully into his mouth.

Sucking harder, he sank back down on the seat and took the
breast he was mouthing into his hand, lifting and squeezing it.

Buffy slipped one hand behind Spike's neck, holding him in
place until she'd had enough.

His mouth latched firmly around her nipple, he flipped her
around until she was sitting back on the seat and he was on
his knees in front of her.

Releasing her breast from his hungry mouth, he said, "I
want to taste you here, too."  He pushed her skirt up around
her waist and reached for her panties.  "Want to tear these
off and stick my tongue in your pussy...fuck you with it."

She raised her hips, allowing him to pull her lacy panties
down and off, breathless with anticipation.  Spike was a master
at what he was about to do, and she couldn't imagine how
she'd ever managed to live without it.

"Spread your legs, luv."

Buffy did it at once, giving him complete access.

Never breaking eye contact, he parted her labia and worked
one finger up inside of her. Pumping it slowly in and out, he
lowered his head and began tonguing her clit.

It was now her turn to lose contact with the seat.

There was nothing in the world Spike enjoyed as much
as eating Buffy's pussy. The only thing he enjoyed MORE,
was fucking it.

"Ohhhh, god," she whined, lunging up to get more of what
he was giving her. "Harder...do it harder...yeah...like that."

He took a firmer hold on her hips, lashing her clit with his
tongue and sucking it.

Self control all but deserted her. Before she even knew what
was happening, she had a hard, short orgasm and flooded
Spike's mouth with her juices.

He lapped it up greedily, cleaning and teasing her until it
became too much and she had to push him away.

Spike sat back on his heels and wiped his moist face on the
back of his hand.  His cock was painfully hard, and he reached
down and unzipped his pants to relieve some of the pressure.

A few drops of semen had oozed from the tip. He wrapped his
fingers around his shaft and pumped it lazily, his thumb rubbing
the creamy substance into the head.

Panting with the exquisite release, Buffy watched his hand
slide up and down.  The sight fascinated her. "Faster."

He obeyed, jacking himself a little faster. "Like this?"

"Uh-huh," Buffy nodded, licking her lips.  She sat up and
gripped the sides of his jeans, pulling them down around
his knees. "Now, slower...squeeze it a little...I want to see it
come out."

Spike applied pressure and more of his semen leaked out.

"Use your other hand," she directed. "Play with your
balls."

Grinning, he cupped his free hand beneath his sac and
caressed it.

Buffy looked up and caught the desire in his eyes. "Want me to
suck it?"

"Fuck, yes," Spike said. Just hearing her say such a thing
nearly made him come.

She instructed him to sit on the seat and lean back. She
tugged his boots off, then his pants.

When he felt the hot rush of her breath, he braced himself to
fight off an immediate climax. It had just been too fucking long
since he'd been touched this way by her.

Buffy arranged herself on the seat, lowering her head and
taking him into her mouth.  The sound that came out of him
could only be described as a moaning grunt, harsh and short.

She licked around and over the head, sliding her mouth up and
down his length until he was slick, his cock shiny from her
saliva.

The heat of her mouth was like nothing he'd ever felt before. No
matter how many times she'd gone down on him, it was always
a fresh and thrilling shock that made him helpless in her hands.

Watching her do it was a big part of the pleasure he took in the
act. He reached down and brushed her hair back from her face,
giving him an unobstructed view of his dick sliding in and out of
her pretty mouth.

"Baby, that's so good," he whispered. "Suck me...ah, yeah...do
it...suck it..."

Gently fisting his hands in her hair, he held on as she worked
over him diligently.  He could feel the wet slide of her tongue
on him as he pumped into her mouth.  His head ground back into
the soft upholstery of the limousine, and he closed his eyes tightly,
concentrating all his attention on the feeling.

She began to suck him more eagerly, responding to his half
spoken/half grunted encouragement. Holding his cock firmly in
one hand, she used the other one to delve more deeply between
his legs, finding and caressing his heavy testicles.

Spike knew he couldn't take much more of her wonderful
torture. If he didn't stop her soon, he was going to shoot his
load into her mouth...and as much fun as that was, he wanted
to be in her pussy when he did it.  This was their first time together
in what felt like years, and it had to be perfect.

So, a bit regretfully, he pushed her off.  When she looked at him
with slightly dazed eyes, he said, "Not yet," and took hold of
her shoulders to bring her close.  "Kiss me," he begged.

Smiling at the need in his tone, she lowered her head and
took his mouth with hers.  Her hands caressed his bare chest,
smoothing over hard muscle and tweaking his nipples.

Spike's hands moved down her back, groping for the zipper
of her skirt and undoing it.  The silky fabric slid away from her
to join the rest of their clothes.  He moved into a sitting position
and grabbed her hips, making her straddle him.

"Come on, now," he murmured, his voice husky as he took his
cock into his hand and  positioning it. "Just slide down on it...do
it slow...just...just a little...yeah...more...oh, fuck...until it's...all
the way...in you....in YOU, Buffy..."

Her hands splayed across his chest for balance, she lowered
and raised herself over and over again.  When she found the proper
rhythm, she rocked against him in a delirium of pleasure that
started deep in her sex and radiated through her body.

Spike rammed his hips up, sinking his cock in deeper and
deeper, watching her face and getting off on her reactions.

"You like that, baby?" he asked her once again. "D'ya like
what I do to you."

"Yes," she panted, with a jerky nod. "God, yes."

"Just me. I'm the only one makes you scream."

Another nod. "Just...just you, Spike. Always you."

His eyes widened briefly at the admission and he sat up.

"Come here," he said raggedly. "I want to suck on your tits
again. Want to feel your nipples get hard in my mouth."

The visual image of those words all but took her over the
edge, and she arched her back to bring her breasts close to
his ravenous mouth.

Spike licked and sucked on each nipple, teasing them to
diamond hardness. Her nails dug into his shoulder, leaving
deep impressions.

She bounced up and down on him, her internal muscles
tightening and relaxing with each movement and they both
groaned.

Tearing his mouth away from her breasts, he buried his
face against her neck, taking in the scent of her hair as he
pumped his hips up hard and fast. "Buffy! Oh, yeah...do
it, baby...fuck me...sweet little pussy...my baby...beautiful,
beautiful baby...that's it...."

She was going to come...no way could she hold it back.

"Spike?" she whimpered, hoping he could hear her.

"I'm here, babe...I gotcha now...."

Forcing his head up, she stared into his eyes, wanting him to
see...wanting him to know...

"Take me back to heaven."

He grabbed her hips and bucked up into her as hard and fast
as he could, grunting every time their bodies slammed together.

Buffy cried his name, promising him anything and everything
he'd ever really wanted. Her body writhed in the throes of orgasm,
as she clamped down on his cock one...last...time...

He went off inside of her like a rocket, spewing thick spurts of
semen into her clutching pussy, giving her everything he had
and then some.

She collapsed into his encircling arms, feeling completely safe
for the first time in many, many months. "I love you," she sighed
softly.

Rubbing her back gently, he chuckled. "I love you, too, baby. I
love you, too."


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He pulled the cork on the champagne and they drank it
straight from the bottle, making plans for their future, kissing
and touching and being in love.

"You know what?"

"Tell me, luv."

"I definitely made the right decision."



The End