Title: "Don't Call Me Goldielocks!"
Author:  Pattyanne
            snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the characters
belong to me.
Feedback: Yes, please. Thank you.
Summary:  A rewrite of "Gone" the
way I would have liked to see it.




The Middle cont.....


Being invisible was the most fun she'd had
in a very long time...not counting the incredible
sex fest she'd been treated to a couple of days
ago.

After checking in with Xander and Anya in hopes of
getting them started on a solution to her problem,
which admittedly would start to get real old, real
fast...she took a long, leisurely stroll through the park,
stirring up a little mischief just for the hell of it.

She had unseated a few ugly hats, leaned against
car doors to prevent people from climbing out of
them,  caught Frisbees before they reached the person
they were being thrown to and then turned them around
and threw them back, and stole a hot dog from a
vendor pushing a cart. This last act of hooliganism was
slightly mellowed by the promise she made herself
to return and pay for it.

On the playground, she freaked people out by swing-
ing on the swing set while wailing like a lost soul, then
giggling like a loon.  She turned the drinking fountain
on and off, and splashed a pushy kid that wouldn't take
his turn properly.

Eventually, she grew tired of these antics and decided
to head for home. Cutting through the cemetery where
her undead inamorata resided, she gave in to a sudden
impulse and headed for his crypt to pay him a little
surprise visit.

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She kicked the door open in her usual manner. The
television was playing some stinky old horror flick, but
her vampire lover wasn't sitting in his favorite chair.

Closing the door, she walked into the room on tiptoe and
saw him standing in front of the open fridge door, looking
tousled and sexy.

Spike was wearing jeans and a loose fitting button
down shirt. He was barefoot, which tickled her pink
for some reason.

As she watched he turned and surveyed the room.

"Whatever beastie you are, I know you're here," he
said. "And I hurt beasties."

Unable to resist, she walked over to him and squeezed
his...amazingly firm...ass.

"Hey!"  He jumped a little. "Watch it!"

Buffy was having a hard time not falling on the floor
laughing. God, this was fun!

She reached over and switched off the television, and
Spike sighed.

"Oh, a ghost is it?" he asked irritably. "Go haunt the
living, like a good spook."

Instead of doing as he said, Buffy glided past him, just
barely touching.

Spike lifted his head, scenting the air.  His eyes narrowed
as she moved behind him. Without giving him a chance
to speak, she grabbed his arm and threw him up
against the wall.  He tried to move away, but she shoved
him back and pinned him, then ripped open his shirt,
sending buttons flying.

Spike stared down, confused, then took another good
whiff of the air above her head.

Buffy leaned forward and drew circles around the flat
copper disc of his right nipple, tonguing it thoroughly,
making him gasp and moan. "Buffy?"

Drawing back, she pouted, forgetting that he couldn't
see it.  "Aww..you guessed," she complained.

"Baby...what the hell happened to you?" he asked,
groping with one hand until he found her arm, then
pulling her close again.

She shrugged, nestling closer. "I don't know. I was
walking along minding my own business, and
then...poof!  Invisible."

He shook his head. "This could only happen to
you, kitten. So, tell me," he added, "what brings
you here in the middle of the day? If you're looking
for a slaying partner, I'll have to decline. I have
a nasty allergy to direct sunlight."

She giggled and nuzzled his chest. "Not a slaying
partner," she admitted, letting her lips linger on his
smooth skin.

"Oh," he said, grinning like a devil, "you've come by
for a taste of what you had the other night, have you?
You ready to admit that..."

She clapped her hand over his mouth. "Do yourself a
favor," she advised. "Stop talking...and take me
downstairs to bed."

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he let it slide down
her arm until it found hers, then led her across the
floor to the ladder.

*****************************************************

"You're doing pretty well for someone who can't
see what he's touching," Buffy commented.

Spike shrugged, and undid the last button on
her shirt. "I don't really need to see buttons in order
to undo them," he replied, peeling the garment off
and tossing it on the floor.

He found the front clasp of her bra and twisted
it open. "When I find out who did this to you,"
he said, "I'm gonna tear their fucking heads
off....pain or no pain."

"How come?" she asked, puzzled at the comment.

"Because half the fun of undressing you is seeing
you naked."  His hands cupped her face and he
lowered his head and kissed her.

She was really beginning to enjoy it, when his
fingers slid up and into her hair and he pulled away
in shock.

"What's wrong?" she asked, forgetting about her
hair cut.

"Your hair!" he said loudly. "Where the fuck is your
hair?"

"Oh, that," she shrugged. "Um...I had it cut."

He placed his hands on top of her head and then
moved them down the sides, measuring the place
where her hair ended. He was quiet for a moment,
then sighed.

"Please tell me that you didn't cut off your hair
just to spite me," he said.

"No way," she lied, crossing her invisible fingers. "I
just wanted a change."

"I really wish I could see your face right now," he
said. "See if you're fibbing to me."

"Why?"

"If you did it because of what I said," he informed her,
smiling, "then you wasted your time and money, as well
as your hair. Buffy," he went on, stroking the shortened
locks, "I told you that I love the color of your hair...and how
soft it is...and how good it smells.  I never said anything
about the length."

This was true, and she could have kicked herself!

"I'll bet," he said, still fondling her hair, "that it looks lovely
on you."

"Well," she sighed. "It's kind of cute...and it's not too
short."

"No," he smiled. "And it's still soft and it still smells
wonderful."

Buffy looked into his eyes, wishing he could be looking
into hers.  Why couldn't he talk this way all the time? It
would sure save him a hell of a lot of trouble.

She slipped her invisible hands up and around the back
of his neck, drawing him down for another kiss.  Her tongue
pried his lips apart and slipped into his mouth, dancing
lightly over the blunt edge of his teeth.

Groaning softly, he tugged her down onto the bed and
finished undressing her.

When they were both naked, they climbed beneath the
crisp white sheet and he began to make slow and tender
love to her.

His mouth trailed down her throat and found the upper
curve of her breast, and she arched her back, offering
herself up for his pleasure.

Spike brought one hand up and cupped the warm mound
of flesh, lifting it slightly as he opened his mouth and found
her hard nipple, aching and swollen and needing his soothing
tongue.

He drew wet, lazy circles around the sensitive peak, then
suckled it until she was writing under him, her fingers
tangling in his unruly curls, keeping his mouth where
she loved having it.

"So soft, baby," he murmured against her skin. "Never
felt anything as soft as you."

"More," she begged, guiding him to her other breast. "Suck
hard.  Oh, god....yeah....I love it when you do that."

He smiled, squeezing and fondling her breast. "Such
luscious tits you have, slayer. I could play here for
hours and never get enough of them."

"Don't stop," she demanded, pulling him back down."Not
yet."

Spike gave her what she wanted, indulging both of their
cravings extravagantly. He sucked and licked her tender
flesh, paying her lavish compliments on their beauty and
softness.

As he became more aggressive, he nipped her with his
teeth, then soothed the sting with his cool tongue.

When she was ready for him to move on, she released
her grip on his hair and nudged him further down.

He chuckled softly. "Oh, I know what my girl wants, what
she needs," he said, kissing a wet path down her
abdomen.

Settling himself lower in the bed, he urged her to part
her thighs and then applied his tongue to the moist cleft
of her sex.  He licked her all over, then located her clit
and sucked it lightly.

Buffy's entire lower body was bathed in a fever of
pleasure.  He was having to hold her by the hips to keep
her still as she twisted and turned beneath him.

"Oh....oh, yes....Spike..." she panted, her fingers
digging into the mattress. "That's so good....so good."

"Mm-hmm" he agreed, lapping at her with hard strokes
of his tongue.

She was rapidly climbing the steep hill that no one
else had ever led her up before.  He had brought her to
this point so many times the other night, so many ways,
she had lost track of everything he had done to her.

All she had known clearly, was that she wanted more of
this...more of him.

As it was then, so it was now.  She wanted more...right
then and there.

"Spike," she whispered, tugging on the silky white blond
curls. "Do it now...I want it now...I can't wait. Please,
baby...love me now."

It was all he needed to hear.

Moving back up, he nestled his hips between her
spread thighs. "Lift up a little, babe," he directed, and
when she did, he positioned himself and slid all the
way inside of her.

"Buffy," he moaned, kissing her lips and her cheeks. "Oh,
baby...you feel so good. So tight and wet...wanna fuck
you so hard."

But contrary to what he was saying, he began thrusting
gently, sliding slowly in and then back out, letting her
feel every inch of his cock as it invaded her, plundered
her....and drove her wild.

She whimpered in her throat, all the intense pleasure
of the other night racing back to her.  He responded with
a soft gasp as his hips dipped and then rose back up.

Their world was absolutely perfect then....until....

"Spike?"

They both froze.

"What are you doing?"

Spike turned his head and saw Xander standing a few
feet away from the bed. Trying desperately to think of a
plausible explanation, all he could come up with was, "What
am I....well, what does it look like I'm doing, you nit? I'm
exercising, aren't I?"

With an apologetic look down at Buffy, he did two rapid
push ups that made her squeak, both from the sudden
pressure on her abdomen and the hard thrust of his erection
inside her.

"Exercising?" Xander asked, doubtfully. "Naked. In bed."

With a long suffering sigh, Spike pulled out of Buffy and
stood up, wrapping the sheet around his hips.

"A man shouldn't use immortality as an excuse to let
himself go," he explained. "Gotta keep fit for the killing."

He sat down on the end of the bed, waiting for Xander
to reveal the purpose of his visit.

"Yeah-huh," Xander nodded skeptically, then shrugged. "I'm
looking for Buffy."

"Haven't seen her," Spike answered promptly.

"Well, you wouldn't," Xander said. "Fact is...she's come
down with a slight case of invisibility."

"Yeah?" Spike asked, looking appropriately shocked. "How
did, uh...."  His words caught in his throat when he felt
Buffy sneak up behind him and lick his ear.

"We don't know yet," Xander replied.

Making little kissy sounds, Buffy bit down on Spike's
earlobe and nibbled it, making him jump.

"Anyway," Xander went on, "she's not at the house and
I really, really need to find her."

"Uh...I'll tell you what," Spike said, swatting at thin air
behind him. "I'll take a peek around, first chance I get,"
he tried to muffle a laugh as she tickled him, "and if we
run into each other, I'll clue her that you're on the look-
out."

"After your,"  Xander made a face, "exercises?"

Spike swatted Buffy's hand away before it went for
his crotch. "Yeah...right."

After a moment, Xander nodded and turned to leave. "You
know, Spike," he said, "all kidding aside...you really
should get a girlfriend."

He climbed the ladder and left the crypt.

Spike turned around towards Buffy. "You know, that
boy is bloody stupid," he said, shaking his head.

"Never mind that," she replied. "We have got to figure
out a way of locking that door up there."

Crawling back up the bed to her, he settled by her
side. "Listen, babe...as much as I hate to say this, you
should probably go and find out why they're searching
high and low for you. Maybe your chums have figured
out a way to bring you back to living color."

Buffy shook her head, forgetting again that he couldn't
see her. "I don't want to," she whined, a child being
dragged out of a playground by the scruff of her neck.

But he wasn't giving in. "I don't care. You're going.
Find your clothes and get dressed."

Putting himself out of "hitting" reach, he got out of
bed and located a bottle of wine and a glass. "I
know you're enjoying the invisibility game, slayer,
but I'd like to be able to see you again...soon,"
he said, pouring a glass full of the wine and drink-
ing it.

"I thought we were having fun," Buffy grumbled. She
stood up on the bed and jumped into his arms.

"We were," he replied. "And we will.  As soon as you're
completely...here."

She tried to lean down and kiss him, but he pushed
her away. "I mean it, Buffy. Find your clothes and
get going, because I want to have all of you and..."

Inspiration struck and she dropped to her knees and
took his slightly softened shaft into her mouth, determined
to harden it up again.

Spike looked down. "Okay, that's cheating."





TBC.....

(I like this rewriting things to suit myself stuff. Much
more satisfying, doncha think?)