Title: A Kick From Champagne Author:Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: All I own is nothing.. Summary: A dark and stormy night. Buffy drinks too much. Spikes drops in... Part Eight... Spike closed the door behind him, smiling when he saw Buffy standing there, waiting for him. His eyes looked up and down her small body in a caress she could almost feel. "Well, hello baby," he said softly. "Don't you look pretty tonight?" "Thank you," she replied sweetly, returning his smile. "And best of all," she moved forward a couple of steps, "completely sober." He held out his arms to her, bringing her forward momentum to a halt when she saw a familiar looking green bottle in one hand. "What...what's that for," she stammered, pointing at the bottle. "Why...why did you..." Realizing she sounded like an idiot, her voice trailed off as she began to back away. "This is a special night," he said, pacing slowly towards her. "I think we should celebrate." He backed her into the wall, then turned the bottle over with all the flourish of a wine steward in a five star restaurant, letting her see the label. "Sparkling cider," he announced. "For the little girl who can't hold her liquor." Buffy laughed in relief and delight. "I believe that would be me," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling until he lowered his head and kissed her. When she pulled back, she took hold of his hand. "Let's sit by the fire," she suggested, towing him along behind her. Spike set the bottle on the coffee table, shed his coat and joined her on the floor. Buffy couldn't help noticing that he looked damn good himself. He was wearing his usual black denim pants, the tight pair she liked best because they were snug and left absolutely nothing to a girl's imagination. He'd traded the usual t-shirt for a black, button down tucked into his trousers. He'd left the top three fastenings undone, and her fingers itched to start working on the rest of them. "How are you feeling, luv?" "A lot better than I did this morning." "You didn't get sick did you?" he asked, brushing her hair back." "No...but I had the mother of all head- aches," she confessed. "Poor little girl," he consoled her, still stroking her hair. Buffy shrugged. "I slept most of the day and it was gone when I woke up." "Glad to hear it, sweetheart." He reached for her, easing her into his lap. "Did I tell you how pretty you look?" he asked, running his hands up and down her silk clad arms, fingering the soft material. "Actually, you did." She turned in his lap until she was straddling his thighs, her bare feet planted on the floor behind him. "But don't let me stop you from saying it again. It's not the kind of thing a girl gets tired of hearing." He took her hands and placed them on his shoulders. "It's not kind of thing I'll ever get tired of saying." Sliding his fingers into her hair, he leaned closer and tilted her head slightly as he began to lightly kiss and nuzzle the side of her face. When his lips were barely touching hers, he whispered, "Open your mouth." Buffy parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip in and find hers. As the kiss lengthened and deepened, she made a soft sound in her throat. Spike heard the breathy little sigh she made, and turned her in his arms, lower- ing her to the floor and stretching out beside her, all without losing contact with her mouth. He began working on the tiny buttons of her pajama top, then left the delicious heat of her mouth to blaze a trail of kisses on every inch of skin he ex- posed. When he had all the buttons undone, he slipped his hand under the pink silk, stroking the soft flesh of her sto- mach. Buffy impatiently yanked the top open, baring her breasts to his admiring eyes. Arching her back, she offered heself. "Beautiful," he murmured. She placed one hand on the back of his neck to guide him where she wanted him to go. "Please," she begged softly. He dipped his head, leaving hot, wet kisses on her breasts. Buffy inhaled sharply, and he looked up at her. "Harder?" "Mm-hmm." He increased the pressure, moving his mouth back and forth from one soft mound to the other. "Do you like that?" he whispered against her skin. "Does it feel good?" "Yes," Buffy said, squirming a little beneath him. "But..." "But what, baby?" he teased. She looked into his eyes. "Your mouth," she demanded. "Use your tongue." Her heated gaze burned into his. "Do you want me to lick them?" he asked, flicking his tongue over her nipples. "Yeah," she moaned. "Do that." Rising to his knees, he brought her up with him. He put his hands on each side of her breasts and pushed them together, creating a tempting cleavage. Buffy's head dropped back as his tongue glided wetly over her nipples. "Yes," she hissed. "More." "More?" he asked. "You want me to suck them?" Buffy's heart lurched in her chest when he closed his lips around one hard peak, suckling it as his tongue drew circles around it in his mouth. In a matter of moments, Spike reduced her to a panting, writhing armful of sexual energy. "God, you taste good," he said, lifting his head as he squeezed and fondled her warm breasts, sweeping his thumbs over both nipples. "Such a pretty girl." Moving one hand down to her rear, he nudged her lower body up against his, grinding his erection against her. Buffy returned the pressure, and it was his turn to gasp. She cupped his face in her hands. "You aren't gonna make a run for it if I ask you to take me upstairs, are you?" He stood up and pulled her to her feet, then picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. Buffy laughed as she was unceremoniously tossed on her bed. She sat up, beckoning him with one finger. When he was standing at the foot of the bed, she scooted down and began to work at his belt buckle as he unbuttoned his shirt. Between the two of them, he was undressed in record time. Placing one knee on the bed, he removed her top, then pushed her down onto her back. He pulled her pajama bottoms down and off, tossing them onto the ever increasing pile of clothes on the floor. As he crawled up her body, Buffy looked down and her eyes got bigger when she saw what he had for her. She felt a churning in her insides. "See...that's what you do to me," he said. "From the second I first saw you. No girl ever made me so hard, so quickly." She tried to move her hand down and take hold of him, but he eluded her. "Not yet," he chided, moving back down her body. "There are things I need to do first." He parted her legs, then settled his head between her thighs and licked her hard, from bottom to top. Her entire body strained upwards, until the only part of her touching the mattress was the back of her head and her heels. The pleasure was so intense that it could quite easily become pain, but he never let that happen. Buffy's eyes were hazy with one sen- sation after another as he tongued her thoroughly. She lifted herself, leaning on her elbows as she looked down to watch what he was doing. Her eyes locked with his as he worked over her, lashing her with rough strokes of his tongue, then pushing it deeply inside of her, moving it around. When he began to thrust it in and out of her, mimicking intercourse, her hips began to rise and fall, matching his rhythm. It was only seconds before orgasm ex- ploded through her body, making it tremble and jerk. He continued licking her, bringing her down gently, drinking every bit of the juices her body was producing so copiously. She arched and twisted in his hands, and he finally allowed her to escape his grasp. Spike sat up between her splayed thighs, wiping his face and smiling. "You look com- pletely debauched," he informed her. Buffy opened her eyes and smiled back at him. "I do?" "You do," he said. "Like a rose that's been thoroughly plucked." Her smile widened. "Thoroughly what?" "Plucked," he repeated clearly. "Oh," she giggled. "I thought you said..." "No. Not yet." Sliding his hands beneath her legs, he pulled her towards him as he sat back on his heels. "But soon." Buffy sucked in a deep breath and held it as he rubbed the head of his shaft against her opening, teasing her with it. She sat up a little and pushed his hand away. "I want to do that." He gave her a pleased look and gave way. His hips jerked a little at this first touch, and he groaned softly, stroking her thighs. "You must like this," Buffy said with a naughty smile. Drops of semen appeared from the slit in the tip of his cock, and she used her thumb to smear them back into his achingly rigid member. "Oh, I do," he assured her. "Even more...because you're doing it...ahh, fuck...Buffy...I've wanted this for so long...wanted to feel your hands on me, those little baby fingers wrapped around my cock...so warm and so soft...squeezing it...sliding up and down...just pumping me faster...and..." Buffy studied the steely rod in her hand. "It's so hard." He chuckled. "It works better when it's hard." Another bead of semen oozed out and she wiped it away with her finger, then looked him right in the eye and licked it off. Spike's jaw clenched as he concentrated on not coming right then and there. It was probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. "Mmm...Buffy. Your sweet mouth...I want it on me...on my cock," he whispered. "Please, baby? Please do it...for me..." She urged him down on his back, moving into a comfortable position. His erection jerked in her hand as she placed a kiss on the tip, her tongue probing the cleft. Dragging her tongue up and down the hard column, she teased him with a light touch. He raised his upper body into the same position she'd been in moments ago, watching with an avid gaze. "Come on, baby," he pleaded. "Do it...suck me...ahh...yeah...like that...a little harder...oh, yeah...that's good...ahh fuck, baby...you're amazing..." This verbal foreplay was arousing Buffy as much as her mouh on his cock was arousing Spike. None of the three lovers she'd had ever said such things to her. She'd heard en- dearments, and vows of love, and lavish compliments, but never this raw and explicit commentary. Spike, though, seemed to be fluent in this new language. He was so good at it that just his words alone were causing fresh wetness to flow from her sex. Unable to maintain the position, he dropped back on the bed. His eyes closed, and he immediately tangled his fingers in her hair, helping her slide up and down on his cock. "Oh, yeah...oh, God...Buffy...that's my girl...let me...fuck your mouth...so good, baby...perfect..." When she felt his sack tightening, he made her stop, pulling her up and rolling her onto her back. Without hesitating, she spread her legs wide as he moved on top of her and reached down to position himself. She took in a deep breath when she felt the slow tightness of his penetration. It had been a long time since she'd had a man, and although her body and his mouth had provided the necessary lubrication, she still felt stretched. Spike eased into her a little at a time, his eyes shut tightly as he held on to the con- trol he'd mustered up from somewhere inside of him. When he was completely buried in her, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Buffy," he said in a strained voice. "Am I hurting you, baby? Tell me if I am." She shook her head. "I'm fine," she assured him, placing her hands on his hips to keep him from moving. "Just be still for a second." He smiled at her. "Let me help." Shifting his weight to one arm, he touched her lips with his finger. "Open your mouth, babe." Buffy obeyed, and he slid his finger between her lips. She took it eagerly, licking and sucking on it until it was wet. Afraid that her sucking might set him off, he removed his finger and sent it down to the place where their bodies had merged. Easily finding what he was looking for, he rubbed his wet finger against it. Buffy nearly screamed at the intensity of the pleasure. Sliding her own hands down and around, she dug her nails into his ass and shut her eyes. Her body released another flood of slick fluid, and she moaned softly in his ear, begging him. "That's good...that's just lovely...I'm ready for you...go on...yes...yes..." He watched her expressive features as he began to thrust, slowly...slowly...in...then back out, almost all the way...then in again. "Fuck...fuck...baby, you're so tight...so wet and tight around me...I can feel you squeezing my cum out of me...make it tighter...fuck me back, Buffy...fuck me..." Her hips began to rise and fall, compli- menting his rythmn, matching him thrust for thrust. "Deeper," she moaned. "Go in deeper...oh, please...feels so good and I'm so close...I want it...do it, Spike...give it to me...all of you...I want all of you..." "Buffy..." he choked out. "Take it, baby...take it all...s'all for you...for your sweet little pussy..." "Unh...uhn...uhn..." Buffy grunted with each slam of his pelvis. He moved one hand beneath her, then lifted her lower body, holding it in place as he moved faster. Bending his head, he took one breast in his mouth and sucked hard, feeling the delicious contraction of her sex with every pull. When he sensed the beginning of her climax, he redoubled his efforts, pounding into her with primal force. Taking his mouth from her breast, he rasped, "Open your eyes, baby...I want to see them when...you...come..." Her lashes fluttered open, and she met his lust filled gaze with hers. "Kiss me," she entreated. Spike lowered his head and covered her mouth with his, his tongue searching for hers, wanting to play. She caught it in her mouth, then sucked on it as hard as she could. Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes wide as he stared at her. "Baby...I'm gonna come...can't stop..." "Don't stop," she said, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Never stop...never, never, never..." With a snarl that would have sent most people running for the nearest plane, train, or auto- mobile out of town, Spike began the rapid thrusts that would trigger his ejaculation. "You ready, girl?" he whispered in a tortured voice. "Ready to come?" Buffy dug her nails into his back, almost hard enough to draw blood. "I'm...yes...I'm ready...unh... now...now...now...yes...do it...now...now..NOW...NOWWWW...yes, so good...ahhh..." The moment before his own release, he saw her eyes briefly lose focus with the force of her orgasm. Pumping faster than ever, he rammed himself in. "Yes, baby...do it...do it with me...that's right...my baby...my sweetest little baby.." His body locked up, straining as he came harder than he'd ever done before, filling her to over- flowing, his semen spewing into her. As his seed left his body, all of his strength went with it, and he collapsed into Buffy's arms. She held him tightly against her, petting him, stroking the back of his neck and his tight shoulders, telling him how much he'd pleased her..how wonderful he'd made her feel...that it had never been so good before. Spike raised his head and smiled at her. "You're mine, now, Buffy. "Yes," she replied happily. "And YOU'RE mine." "That's right." He buried his face in her fragrant hair. "All yours, baby...." They laid together in contented silence, until she gently nudged him. "Spike...?" "You want me to get off?" "No...no, you're fine right here. It's just that I couldn't help noticing..." He lifted his head. "Noticing what, honey?" Buffy blushed a little. "You're...you're still...ready." Spike grinned. "Didn't I ever tell you about that?" Her eyes widened, becoming as round as silver dollars. "I'm almost positive you didn't." "Well," he said modestly. "Let me explain. You see, luv...vampires..." He leaned down and began whispering in her ear. "Really?" she asked. "Mm-hmm." She was silent for a moment, considering what he'd said. "THAT many times, huh?" He nodded. "Bare minimum. Now, personally, I've never tried for MORE than that, but if you want to take a shot at it..." "Hold it, Romeo," she said, pushing him back a little. "I may be the slayer, but I'm still only human." "Meaning?" he asked, his eyes dancing with laughter. "MEANING...let's start with half that amount and see how it goes." "I guess I can live with that," he said, rolling over until she was stretched out on top of him. Buffy sighed. "I only hope I can." <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> An hour later... "Are you asleep?" "No. Who wants to waste time sleep- ing?" Spike tightened his arms, keeping her close. "There's something I need to tell you. I know I...well, I should have told you before but..." He raised his head. "Is it something terrible that I'm not gonna want to hear?" "No!" She frowned. "I mean..I don't THINK so..." "Then tell me, sweetheart," he prompted. She took a deep breath. "I love you..I know I should have said it before...and I don't really have an excuse...I just..." He opened his mouth to say something, but she pressed one finger against his lips. "Wait...let me say this." He nodded, and she moved her hand to caress the side of his face. "I love you. You're all I think about...all I dream about. You're in my gut...you're in my throat...and you fill up my heart." She leaned down and touched her lips lightly to his, then closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm drowning in you..." After a long kiss, she pulled back and smiled shyly. "Please don't say all those mean things that I said to YOU." Spike was staring at her in amazement. "I can't believe you remember that. God...you were so mad at me." "I know," she said, hiding her face against his shoulder. "But I never forgot it...that's gotta count for something, right?" He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "It counts for everything, baby." Placing one finger under her chin, he made her look at him. "Thank you for saying it." "Thank you," wasn't exactly the response she'd been hoping to hear. Something like, "I love you, too," or "I can't live without you" Either of those would be better than "Gee, thanks." "So," she said, trying to sound casual. "Do YOU still love ME?" "More than ever," he said, giving her hair a gently tug. She waited for more. "But do you still respect me?" "Well...no, but..." "WHAT?" she yelped, pummeling his chest as he laughed. "Very funny." He caught her fists and held her off. "Don't beat up the man who loves you, Slayer." "Then don't give me smart mouth...VAMPIRE!" "How about this kind of mouth?" he asked, pulling her down and kissing her senseless. "Oh, that's much better," she panted when he released her. "Kissy mouth is much nicer than smart mouth." He fondled her hair. "You know what?" "What?" "Someday," he said, smiling in a slightly evil manner, "I'm going to ply you with cham- pagne and we're gonna do last night all over again." "Oh, we are, huh?" "Yes. BUT...next time, I'm gonna take every bit of that advantage you so charmingly offered me." "Do you mean to say that I won't have to force myself on you?" He rolled her over in bed, until she was beneath him. "In fact," he said. "I believe I'll take a little of that advantage right now." "Take as much as you want," she offered. "For you, I have an endless supply." Outside, it began to rain again. But the slayer and her demon lover never noticed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's gonna be a little more of this one, as soon as I get it worked out in my head.....