Title:  Slaying Dragons
Author: Pattyanne
            snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: All I own is nothing.
Summary: Buffy and Spike are
together in what would be season
6.


Part Two......
(Five days later)


Buffy flung open the front door with a bang
and pelted upstairs, shouting Spike's
name.

She found him in the bedroom, stretched out
on the bed, paging through her high school
yearbook.

He looked up and saw her standing in the
doorway, out of breath, and clearly excited
about something.

"Someone chasing you?" he asked casually.

"You will NEVER guess what happened
today," she announced, launching herself
across the room and into his arms. "Go
ahead...try. Try and guess. You'll never
be able to."

He closed the book and tossed it aside,
smiling at her bright eyed enthusiasm. It
had been far too long since he'd seen her
like this.

Straddling his thighs, Buffy jumped up
and down gleefully. "Try and guess," she
demanded again.

"But if I'll never be able to guess, then why
don't you just save us a little time and
tell me?" he suggested.

Her smile disappeared. "Try and guess!"
she ordered, scowling.

Although he already had a pretty fair
idea what had happened, she was so
animated that he just had to play along.

"Hmm...Doublemeat Palace burned to the
ground?" he ventured.

Her grin returned as she shook her head. "No,
it's something good."

"That IS something good."

"Something better."

He placed his hands on her waist, scooting
her up into his lap. "Victoria's Secret catalog
finally came?"

Buffy sighed, punching his shoulder
lightly. "Do you think of nothing else?"

"Occasionally," he replied, giving her
hips an affectionate squeeze, "but not
often."

"One more guess," she warned him, swat-
ting his hand away when it tried to sneak
under her shirt.

"Big shoe sale at the mall?"

"No!" She waved an envelope under his
nose. "It's this!"

The envelope had been opened, and he
could see the foreign postage on it. Taking
it from her, he pulled its shredded edges
apart and looked inside. "A check?"

"Yes!" Buffy nodded. "THAT is a check. A
PAYCHECK.  Made out to me!"

"Mm-hmm." Spike saw the amount and
manufactured a surprised look. "When
did you get a raise?"

"Ah-HAH!"  She took the envelope back
and extracted the check, displaying it for
him. "I didn't. THIS is from the...brace your-
self...Watcher's Council!"

Now, he had to look even more surprised.

"They're paying you now?"

"Yep!"

"How come?"

"Giles." She shook her head and examined
the check again. "I guess he bullied them into
it or something," she explained. "He was wor-
ried, on account of I'm so tired all the time."

Spike smoothed her hair back. "I know how he
feels," he said quietly.

He assumed from what she was saying that
Giles hadn't mentioned the pre-dawn discussion
they'd had.  Since he didn't care who got the
credit for it, as long as HE got the results he
wanted, he was happy to let her believe that it
was her watcher that had lit this particular fire
beneath the Council's collective asses.

"He told them that he was afraid that my slaying
might start to be affected," she went on. "You
know, that I might get sloppy and....well, dead."

"Well, good on Giles, then" Spike said. "Now
you can go in tomorrow and tell them where
they can stick their sodding job."

Buffy laughed. "I stopped on the way home and
did just that!"

"I'm glad, baby." He pulled her closer and kissed
her.

"Just think," she said happily. "No more smelling
like a vat of greasy french fries."

"No more burning your little fingers on the grill,"
he added, kissing her fingertips.

"No more sore cheeks from having to smile for
twelve hours."

He kissed both cheeks. "No more slave wages."

"No more getting hit on by horny customers."

"No more...EXCUSE ME?!"  He had been reclining
back against the headboard, but her words jack-
knifed him into a sitting position. "When the hell
did THAT happen, and WHY the hell didn't you
tell me about it?"

"Because I knew you'd react this way," she
said. "You'd come down there to defend my honor
and I'd get fired because my boyfriend was beating
up on the customers, not to mention your head
would probably explode." She draped her arms
loosely around his neck. "Forget about it. It doesn't
matter anymore."

"It matters to ME!"  He grabbed her left hand and
shook it. "Doesn't anyone pay attention to a ring
anymore?  Does tradition mean NOTHING  to
you humans?"

Buffy shook her head. "Actually...don't get mad..I
didn't wear it at work. I was afraid something would
happen to it," she added quickly. "It was your mother's
ring and...I didn't want the diamond to get all greasy,
so I...wore it on a chain inside my uniform."

"Oh, wonderful," he grumbled. "Now I have to hang
a damn sign around your neck."

She grinned. "Like a 'Keep off the Grass' sort of
thing?"

"Something like that, yeah! Only more...permanent!"

"You mean like having 'Property of Spike' tattooed
on my ass?"

"I COULD do that."  He gave her a speculative look,
as though he was actually considering it. "But unless
you're planning to drop your pants every time some
stupid bastard hits on you...stop laughing...it isn't
funny!"

"Oh, but it is," she teased him. "It really is! Poss-
essive much?"

"MUCH!" he said loudly, pulling her closer. "You
are taken!"

"Yes. I am," she said agreeably. "Every night and
twice on Sundays."

Spike was having difficulty maintaining a
scowl in the face of such wonderfully light
hearted behavior. "Smart ass," he said fondly,
giving her a swat on the behind. "Now I'm even
happier that than I was before about you quitting
that hellhole."

"Why's that, handsome?"

He shrugged. "I'd rather have you kicking demon
ass full time," he said. "Least I didn't have to
worry about THOSE customers trying to get
into your knickers."

"Oh, baby," she said soothingly. "You know
there's only one demon I let into my knickers."

She wriggled on his lap, causing an instant
and strong reaction beneath his pants.

"That's my girl," he purred, lifting his hips to
increase the pressure. "Any chance you'll let
him in right now?"

She pretended to consider the request. "I
might...if I can get into his knickers, too."

Spike took her hand and placed it on his
belt buckle. "He doesn't wear 'em," he whis-
pered, nuzzling her ear. "But you're welcome
to see for yourself."

"Don't mind if I do."

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"Do you have ANY idea how good that
feels?" Buffy groaned.

"Oh, I think I do."

"Mmm...more baby...right there. Ahh...that's
the spot...harder...mmm, yeah...God, you're
good...."

They knelt together in the middle of the bed,
her back to his front as his skilled hands
massaged her shoulders, ridding her of any
last remnant of tension.

She sighed deeply as his hands slid down
her arms and found hers.  He lifted them,
and placed her arms around his neck. His
palms glided down her sides, coaxing a giggle
from her when his fingers danced over her
rib cage before meeting at her lower abdomen
and lacing together.

Buffy's head dropped back, exposing the tender
flesh of her throat. The trust implicit in this
gesture never failed to thrill him.

He nuzzled her warm skin, kissing the visible
throb of her pulse as her blood began to race
a little faster, run a little hotter.

"I love you," he murmured, tasting her skin,
wetting it with his tongue. "Love you so much."

She turned her head to look in his eyes. "How
much?" she asked, her voice husky with the
passion she couldn't control when he touched
her.

"More than anything...more than anyone," he
said, tightening his arms around her waist, "in
my entire existence.  There's no one but you,
luv, there never will be again."

Buffy slipped one hand down to touch his
cheek, and he turned his head and pressed
a slow, hot kiss into her palm, smiling when
her fingers curled inward, holding on to the
kiss.

Spike's hands separated and began moving
back up her torso, tracing the flare of her
hips and the inward curve of her waist, mar-
veling at how small and delicately she was
made.

Her bare skin felt hot and moist, glistening
with a light sheen of perspiration drawn
out by her arousal.

He continued exploring, pleased to hear
her breathing escalate when his hands
found the under curves of her breasts.

Cupping his palms beneath them, he lifted
them slightly and pressed them together.

"Feel good, Princess?" he asked, knowing the
answer already.

"Princess?"  She looked at him. "That's new."

"You don't like it?"

"I like it fine," she assured him.  "I like all the sweet
things you call me."

Well, you ARE my princess," he said, fondling her
soft flesh. "My bright little warrior princess. Strong
and soft all at the same time."

Buffy sighed. "You make me feel so loved," she
said, closing her eyes and leaning back against
him.

Spike smiled against her skin. "You ARE loved."

"No, it's more than that," she said, shaking her
head a little. "You make me feel...cherished.
Safe...and protected."

For a moment, he felt his non-working heart
swell to vast proportions. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "And I need to feel that
way sometimes...even if I am the slayer."

He turned her in his arms. "I promise you...I
will always cherish you...and protect you...and
take care of you. You're my life, baby...my whole
world."

Buffy took his face in her hands and looked
him right in the eye. "I love you, too. And
you're MY whole world...my man..."  Sliding
one hand behind his neck, she tangled her
fingers in his hair. "Now, make love to me,"
she demanded. "Do it...long...and hard...and
don't stop till I beg you to."

His belt had already been unbuckled and
removed, so he reached down and popped
the snap on his jeans. "Here's something
long and hard, babe," he said, giving her
the smile he knew made her instantly wet.

She licked her lips as he took her hand
and guided it down between his legs. Taking
the zipper tab between two fingers, she pulled
it down slowly, purposely teasing him.

Spike clenched his teeth when he felt the
warmth of her small fingers on his erection.
He started to push his jeans down, irritated
when he had to pull away from her and stand
to yank them off.

Buffy reclined back on the pillows. "Slow down,"
she ordered him. "I'm enjoying this."

He stopped and glanced at her. Uh-huh. Baby
wants to play.

But he did as she asked, stopping his rush
to total nudity and waiting for her instructions.

"Unbutton your shirt, first," she requested. "Hey,"
she added when he gave her a look. "You took
mine off, it's only fair."

He rolled his eyes as he moved to comply.

Buffy leaned over and grabbed a pillow,
covering herself with it. "I don't want to
distract you," she explained when he pro-
tested. "Come on, baby...take it off."

With an immense effort of will, he undid
each and every button, then allowed the
deep blue fabric to slide over his shoulders
and down his arms, dropping to the floor.

"I work better with a blue light," he said,
winking at her.

"Sorry, baby. Fresh out." she replied. "Now,
pull down your jeans....slowly.  Show me what
you've got for me."

"Honestly," he griped, pushing on the tight
denim, "sometimes I feel like I'm just an ob-
ject to you. I'm not just a piece of meat, you
know."

Buffy's smile widened. "Oh, I know that,
honey. You're definitely more than a piece
of meat. But I gotta tell ya...that's a pretty
tasty cut of beef you're sporting"

He kicked the jeans away, and placed one
knee on the bed. "You sound like a hungry
little girl."

"Well...now that you mention it," she shook
her hair forward and peeked at him through
her bangs. "I haven't eaten in hours."

Spike licked his lips as he crawled up the
bed towards her. With one knee on either
side of her, he thrust his pelvis forward.

"Eat this," he said, placing his hands on
her head and drawing her closer.

Buffy moistened her lips with her tongue,
lightly allowing it to flick against the head
of his shaft, making him gasp. She grinned
up at him, then continued to tease him with
quick licks and kisses.

When he was at the point of grabbing her
hair and forcing himself in, she opened her
mouth and he slipped his cock in, grunting
slightly at the feel of her tongue and teeth.

Her hands moved around him, gripping the
firm cheeks of his ass and urging him into a
shallow thrusting motion.

Spike had to release her head and grab
onto the headboard of the bed to keep from
falling over. "Oh, God, baby...yes...that's
my girl...my sweet little girl...use your tongue,
luv...ahh...fuck...you've got a....a beautiful
mouth...."

He looked down, watching as his shaft slid
in and out of her mouth, feeling it become
wet and shiny with her saliva.

When he pulled away from her, she looked up
at him. "What? Did I hurt you?" she asked.

He chuckled. "If that's pain, where do I sign
up for torture?" He took his cock in his hand
and rubbed it against her cheek. "I just wanted
to touch you with it...your skin is so fucking
soft...I want to rub my cock all over it."

His words caused naughty thoughts to
dance merrily through her mind. Pulling
back she raised her face and let him rub his
cock all over her face. She fluttered her eye-
lashes on it, making him hiss, then draped
her hair over it, dragging the honey clored
tresses over his skin.

But Spike wanted something more. Moving
her into a comfortable position, he lowered
himself until his cock was lying in the hollow
between her breasts.

"Push them together, baby," he directed, and
when she did as he asked, he began sliding
back and forth.

She looked down and watched as the head of
his cock appeared and disappeared. This
was driving her crazy. Spike was endlessly in-
ventive when it came to sex, and he knew how
to do things she'd only ever read about in the
Cosmopolitan magazines she'd found in the
bottom of her mothers knitting basket.

Spike closed his eyes, concentrating on the
sensation of Buffy's warm breasts pillowing
his cock. He pumped his hips rhythmically,
back and forward, semen oozing from him,
making it slide smoothly up and down.

Feeling the approach of orgasm, he tried
to stop, but she held on to him. "It's all
right," she whispered. "Go ahead, baby. I
know you want to."

"Christ, I love you," he gritted out through
his clenched teeth. Five more thrusts be-
tween her breasts and he was ejaculating
a stream of fluid onto her, nearly screaming
when she took hold of him and rubbed the
tip of his cock against one hard nipple.

When he finally opened his eyes and looked
down at her, she gave him a cheeky smile.
"You're panting," she informed him.

"Yeah, I know...I don't know why," he ad-
mitted.

She giggled. "Don't care why," she replied, as
she wiped her breasts with a corner of the
sheet. "It's sexy."

"Uh...yeah! That's it...that's why I do it." He
laughed. "Just for you, babe."

"I thought I was Princess," she reminded him.

He nodded. "Just for you, Princess."

He fell onto his back, and she immediately
clambered over him. "Do you know," she asked,
"one of the things I love most about
you?"

He shrugged. "My good looks and charm?"

"Well, there IS that, but that's not what I meant."

"Enlighten me, Pussycat," he said, sliding
his arms behind his head.

"I love the fact that once you get hard...you stay
that way for a long time...even after you come."

He grinned. "Ah, yes. The everlasting erection.
Drives the ladies wild."

"Watch it, pal," she warned him. "I'm the only lady
you're going to be driving wild."

Spike laughed. "You're not a lady...you're a wild-
cat."

"I am?" she asked, pleased.

He nodded. "Hell, yes....I've never been
with such a little animal."

She tried out a snarl, then grinned. "I AM
kind of an animal, aren't I?"

"I've got the bite marks to prove it."

Without warning, Buffy pounced on him,
straddling his upper chest.

He sent one finger to the apex of her
sex. "Want me to eat it?" he asked.

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

"All right, then." He flipped her over. "But
first..."

Dipping his head, he captured her mouth
beneath his, sliding his tongue in and
finding hers, then licking and biting at
her lips.

She pushed him away a little. "Where's
my vampire?" she asked.

He produced it, exposing his fangs for
her and growling.

Buffy placed her hands on his cheeks,
rubbing her thumbs over the ridges and
sliding her fingers into his hair.

"God, you're beautiful," she whispered, draw-
ing his mouth down to hers.

He watched with golden eyes as she licked
her tongue over his lips, then slipped it into
his mouth when he opened it.

Buffy purposely nicked her tongue on
one fang, letting him taste the drops of
blood that trickled from it.

Spike's entire body shivered with the
pleasure and the power he drew from hers.
Coaxing her tongue into his mouth, he
sucked on it hard, swallowing the ambrosia
of a slayers blood heated with passion.

When he released her mouth, he pressed
his face against the side of her neck, leash-
ing the demon again, then looked at her
with a dark blue gaze as she stroked his
smooth skin

Spike blazed a trail down her damp skin,
licking and kissing her breasts, tasting the
combined flavors of perspiration and the
faint salt of his ejaculate.

She threaded her fingers into his hair again,
mussing it the way she liked, guiding him
where she wanted him to go, not allowing him
to move on until she was ready.

He was happy to stay as long as she desired
it, happy to make her body vibrate and hum
with pleasure.

But while his mouth continued to worship her
breasts, one hand moved down and pushed
her legs apart.

Buffy was already so wet that his fingers
slid through the light brown curls easily,
quickly finding the sweet spot.

Placing his middle finger on the untra-sensative
knot of flesh, he began to move it up and down,
then in small circles.  Encouraged by the soft
cries and moans coming from her, he finally
moved his mouth from her breasts after a last
hard suck on each nipple, then licked his way
down between her thighs to her pussy.

When she felt the light touch of his tongue,
she planted her feet flat on the bed and thrust
her hips upwards, demanding that he be more
forceful...less "ask" and more "take".

With one hand wrapped around the brass arch
of the headboard, she grabbed the back of his
head with the other, making him handle her
roughly.

Literally dizzy from the scent of her arousal,
he gave her what she was begging for. Placing
his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted it higher.

Gripping the firm muscle of her rear, he shoved
his tongue up into her as deeply as he could
force it to go.

Buffy threw back her head and screamed
like the wildcat he'd called her, unable to
hold it in, unwilling to even try.

>From his vantage point between her legs, he
looked up at her. He loved watching her reaction
when he licked her pussy, almost as much as he
loved doing it.

It was a rush of power unlike any other he'd
ever experienced.

Even the thrill he'd once felt when he hunted,
and the arrogant satisfaction that had washed
over him at a kill, was nothing compared to
what he felt everytime he reduced this beau-
tiful and strong willed slayer into a writhing,
panting sex kitten that begged him not to
stop.

And this feeling in him was only made more
intense by the knowledge that she wielded
the same power over him.

HIM!  A master vampire, who for over a
hundred years had taken what he'd wanted,
when he'd wanted it, brought to his knees
by this girl.

Brought to his knees, and willing to stay
on them forever, thanking any and all
deitys that had gotten him there.

And...speaking of going to ones knees...

The image popped into his head with no
warning. Never one to believe in delayed
gratification, he sat back on his haunches,
then grabbed her hips and pulled them
towards him.

Realizing his intent, she stopped complaining
and distributed her weight equally to her
hands and knees, her bottom wriggling
with anticipation.

He paused to admire the new view she was
giving him. "Has anyone told you that you have
an absolutely spectacular ass?" he asked. "Be-
cause I've never seen a prettier one."

"Uh-huh," she said, turning her head to look at
him, smiling like a cream filled kitten. "My boy-
friend likes it too."

He slid one hand into her hair and took a hand-
ful of it, pulling on it roughtly, forcing her to
raise her head. "Oh, you have a boyfriend, do
you?"

She moved her hips enticingly. "That's right."

He gave her bottom a light slap. "Then what are
you doing here with me?"

"Umm...being naughty?"

He slapped her ass again, a little harder
this time, hard enough to leave a red
imprint of his hand.

"OUCH!" she yelped, then looked back
 over her shoulder at him. "Let's not get
carried away back there!"

Spike laughed. "Sorry, Princess."

"I should think you would be," she muttered, laying
her cheek against the pillow. "I don't think I've
been THAT bad, and you...YIKES!"

Spike's fingers dug into her hips as he thrust
himself in completely, then quickly established
a hard and fast rhythm, pumping in and out of
her with strokes that were almost brutally forceful.

But he had no fear that he might be hurting her. An
ordinary girl might not be able to take such man-
handling, but she was far from ordinary.

Her body had been made to take his.

The knowledge that they were alone in the house
released them, and they made wild, noisy love to
each other.

He teased her by stopping his thrusts when
he felt her approaching climax. He did this
over and over, until she grew impatient and
warned him that if he did it one more time,
she would finish by herself and force him
to do the same.

Not wanting to be ejected from her warmth
and tightness, he fell forward and propped
himself up on his outstretched arms, apolo-
gizing lavishly as he lowered himself down
until she was flat on the bed.

When their bodies were in total contact,
he began whispering in her ear, his words
providing the last bit of stimulation  she
needed to send her over the edge,
screaming his name.

"Come on, baby," he said softly. "Do it for
me...make it tight...tighter...that's the way..so
good...so hot and wet...ahh...sweet little
pussy is so bloody...TIGHT!"

Buffy was almost incapable of speech. "Spike...
yes...yes...unh...unh...fuck me...harder."

Spike redoubled his efforts, pounding into
her like a machine, fucking her hard, doing
it for her.

"You ready, babe?" he asked her suddenly.
"Wanna come? Wanna do it now..now..now!"

Each repitition of the word "now" became
gradually louder, as he timed the pace of his
thrusts with them.

"Yes..." she whimpered. "Ready baby.
Make me come..pleasepleaseplease..oh
yes...ahhh...YES...YES...YESSS!!"

With an animalistic roar, he increased his
already meteoric speed and exploded in-
side her, filling her up with everything he
had to give her, until it was overflowing and
trickling down her thighs

Burying his face in her hair, he thrust weakly
a few more times, then went perfectly still.

Mere moments later, he began to harden in-
side of her.

She looked back over her shoulder. "Again?"
she panted.

"Mmmm..yeah. And again...and again and.....


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"You okay," she asked.

"Uh-huh...you?"

"I'm thirsty."

"Want me to get you something?" he
offered, opening his eyes.

Buffy smiled sweetly. "Would you?"

"No sooner said.."  Rolling out of bed, he
located his jeans and pulled them on.

She pouted. "Whatcha doing THAT for?"

Spike pulled the zipper up, but ignored the
top snap. "Little Bit might come in while
I'm down there," he explained. "Don't want to
traumatize the child."

He leaned over and kissed her. "What would
you like to drink, babe?"

"There's ice tea in the fridge," she said,
smiling lazily.

"Be right back."

"Oh, by the way..." She halted his de-
parture in the doorway. "Thank you."

He gave her a quizzical look. "For what?"

She slid down in bed, stretching. "Thank you
for talking to Giles."

"Oh, you're wel..." He stopped. "You knew? How
did you know?"

"Giles told me," she said, producing a sultry
smile. "And when you get back...I'm gonna
thank you allll over again."

The look in her eyes made him shudder
with anticipation at her promise. "I'll run."

"You should."

Halfway down the stairs, a slow smile began
tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"There's definitely something to be said
for taking credit."



The End.

(There. Is that juicy enough for you?)