Title: "Don't Call Me Goldielocks!"
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the characters
belong to me.
Feedback:  Feels so good.
Rating: NC-17
Summary:  My version of "Gone", the
way it should have...gone.




Part Four....



The Ending....

"Knock-knock" Buffy called out, pushing on the heavy
door. "Spike?  You here?"

He scared the life out of her by appearing suddenly out
of the darkness. "You're knocking?" he asked, his voice
teasing her. "Christ...the world isn't coming to an end
again, is it?"

Buffy smiled and stepped inside. "Not that I know of,
but keep your mouth shut and don't jinx it."

Spike closed the door and followed her into the main
room. "Wait a minute," he said. "Turn around."

Buffy sighed and spun on one heel, ending up with a
"Ta-da!" gesture. "You like?"

He grinned. "Oh, yeah," he said softly. "It's good to see
you again, kitten."

**Kitten?  Oh, I like that name. Stick with that and
you'll be okay.**

"It's good to be seen," she replied smartly, plopping
down in his chair. "You'll never guess who was behind
that little stunt."

"Probably not," he agreed, scooping her up and sitting
down in the chair himself, keeping her on his lap. "So
why don't you save us some valuable time and just tell
me."

Buffy related the entire ridiculous story, including her
talk with Willow, and her decision that alive was better
than dead, even if  life wasn't always a bowl of
cherries.

Spike smiled and stroked her hair. "I'm glad you figured
that out, love."

"Don't call me that," Buffy said automatically.

He looked at her, exasperated. "Why do always say that?"
he asked. "You know that I love you. Is it THAT horrible,
that you can't even bear to hear the word?"

Buffy was a little surprised at the tone in his voice. He
really sounded...and looked...hurt, and it made her feel
terrible. It was time to straighten this out, once and for
all.

"That's not it," she said softly, cupping his cheek. "I
know you love me...and it's not horrible. It's just that...you
call everyone "love"...all the girls you know, anyway, and
I can't...I don't want to be just...just..."

"One of the crowd?" he ventured, pulling her closer.

She shrugged, staring at the buttons of his shirt.

"Buffy," he said, after a moment, "I'm sorry...I never even
thought about it that way. It's just....I don't know...a
habit?"  He placed one finger beneath her chin and
tilted her face up. "I'll try to remember not to call you
love...all right?"

"Pet, too," she said, "I don't like that one either."

Spike laughed. "All right," he agreed. "But don't get too
mad at me if I slip every now and then...okay?"

Her fingers crept up and slipped around the back of
his neck. "Okay."

"So," he went on, tightening his arms around her. "What
shall I call you, then?"

"Sweetheart sounded okay," she offered. "I don't mind
it."

He nodded. "I like that one, too. All right...sweetheart...what
did you do today?"

Buffy smiled and shifted on his lap. "Went shopping. Want
to see what I bought?"

"You know I would," he said, his eyes widening when he saw
her starting to unbutton her blouse.

She pulled the two sides of the garment apart, revealing a
black lace bra that would have taken his breath away if at
all possible.

"Oh, that's lovely," he said hoarsely. "Um....are there match-
ing...."

"Panties?" she supplied. "Yeah....want to see them?"

"Yes, please."

Buffy climbed off his lap and unzipped her slacks. She let
them drop to the floor, then kicked them away and headed
towards the lower level. "Before you join me," she said, as
he started to follow her. "Put something heavy in front of
that door."

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


In the bedchamber below, Buffy lit several candles
and then arranged herself on the bed in a provocative
pose.

She could hear something dragging across the floor
upstairs, and deduced that it had to be the top of
the sarcophagus that would be providing them with a
"do not disturb" sign that no one was gonna get past.

Seconds later, Spike was descending the ladder.  When
he turned to face her, she had to take a deep breath to
keep herself from passing out at the sight of him.

He had unbuttoned his shirt and removed his belt. The
top snap of his jeans was open, but the zipper was in
place, straining to hold back the impressive hard on he
was sporting.

God, he was a beautiful creature. Say what else you liked
about him, you couldn't take that away. His physical
beauty was imposing and strong.

His blond hair was mussed into the unruly curls she
loved playing with, and his eyes...those azure blue
eyes that missed nothing...were hot with desire. Desire
for her.

Reclining back into the pillows, Buffy smiled as seductively
as she could manage. "Come to bed, handsome," she
said softly, holding out one hand to him.

Spike didn't hesitate. He covered the distance between them
in three long strides and sat down beside her. Taking the
hand she held out, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a slow,
hot kiss into her palm, lightly touching it with the tip of his
tongue.

When he saw how the gesture pleased her, he kissed
each individual finger tip, biting down playfully on them before
letting them go.

Buffy stretched, arching her back like a cat and thrusting her
breasts forward.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes moving hotly
over her body. "Undo your bra."

Buffy complied, twisting the front clasp open and peeling the
lacy cups away from her skin. Slipping one hand behind
his neck, she pulled him down until his face was buried
between the mounds of her breasts.

"Mmm," he moaned, deep in his throat. "So warm and
soft...except your nipples."  He looked up at her and
smiled. "They're very hard, sweetheart. Do you want my
mouth on them?"

Buffy nodded, her eyes half closed at the very thought of
it.

With no further ado, he lowered his head and ran his
tongue across her damp flesh, laving her taut nipples with
long, hard strokes.  He played with them, teasingly, nipping
with his teeth and flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth.

She placed her fingers on the sides of his face, then
let them slide up and into his silky curls, holding him against
her breast.  "Feels good," she whispered, tilting her head
back and staring at the ceiling.

Spike brought one hand up and cupped her right breast,
then took the nipple into his mouth and began to suck hard.

"Oh, God...." she moaned. "I love it when you do that. Harder.
Suck harder...yes...now the other one..."

He moved to her left breast and gave it the exact same
attention, drawing hard on the nipple and swirling his
tongue around it.

Buffy could feel every pull of his mouth as it reverberated
in her womb, making her wet and sticky. "Take off my
panties," she directed him.

He sat up and discovered that her underpants were held
together on her hips by small satin ribbons. Delighted, he
tugged on them until they unraveled, then pulled the soft
fabric off when she raised her bottom for him.

His lustful eyes zeroed in on her neatly trimmed, light
brown curls. Pushing her legs apart, he bent down and
kissed the inside of her thighs.

Buffy arched her hips, needing a more intimate touch.

"Want me to eat your pussy?" he asked, giving her that
devilish grin that drove her nuts.

"Uh-huh," she breathed. "Want it bad. But first," she added,
looking him over, "take off your clothes. I don't want to be
the only naked one here."

Spike chuckled. "Your wish is my command, kitten...is
'kitten' okay?"

"Yes," she smiled. "Kitten is okay."

He stood up and shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall
on the floor, then unzipped his jeans and shoved them down
around his ankles. Since he apparently never bothered
with undergarments of any kind, he was now as naked as
the day he'd entered the world.

Buffy licked her lips at the sight of his rampant erection. It
was long and thick, and it extended straight out from his
body, proclaiming his maleness to anyone that cared to
look.

Stepping out of his pants, he knelt on the end of the
bed and began crawling up until he was positioned over
her thighs.

"Spread your legs wider, kitten," he said promptly. "I
want to taste you."

Obediently, Buffy parted her thighs further. She gasped
harshly when he lowered his head and began tonguing her
dampness, licking up all the moisture she was releasing.

Making soft grunts of pleasure, he ate her thoroughly,
alternating between gentle, light touches, and fiercely
hard, greedy laps of his tongue.  Locating her clit, he
sucked on it as he pushed his middle finger up inside
of her, pumping it in and out, slowly at first, then faster
and harder as her breathing began to escalate.

Stars were exploding behind Buffy's closed eyes. She
had never felt anything like this before. Between his
voracious mouth and his deft fingers, he was driving
her to a climax that she couldn't hold off.

Lifting her hips, she ground herself against his face,
writhing and whimpering in desperation to get off. He
seemed to know what she needed, and he sucked harder
on her clit, then pushed another digit inside her, finger
fucking her to a wet, satisfying orgasm.

"Ah...oh, God....yes, yes....Spike..." she panted, her
body trembling from the force of her climax.

He sat up, wiping his wet face on the back of his hand.

"Did you like that, baby?" he asked, quite unnecessarily.

"Oh, God...yes," she moaned. "That was....amazing."

"No," he shook his head. "YOU are amazing.  I've never
seen anything like you before, kitten. And I've lived a long,
long time."

Buffy sat up and placed her hand on his chest, urging him
to lie down. "Your turn," she said, her eyes gleaming with
an unspoken promise of pleasure.

He moved up in the bed, placing one of the pillows
behind his back, reclining like a potentate waiting for his
favorite concubine.

She moved her hands up the strong columns of his
thighs, digging her nails in lightly. Kneeling between them,
she dipped her head and swirled the tip of her tongue over
the head of his cock.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered, his hips jerking involuntarily in
reaction.

Buffy sat back on her heels. Placing her hands on her
thighs, she pushed her breasts together and smiled for
him. "Tell me what you want."

Spike gazed up at her, his eyes hazy with desire. "Want your
mouth on me, kitten," he said in silken tones. "Want that
sweet little mouth sucking my cock, licking it, tasting my
cum."

She leaned down and he placed one hand on the back of
her head. "Come on, baby....do it....suck it...oh, yeah..."  His
eyes half closed in bliss, he tightened his fingers in her
shortened hair. "That's it...that's my good girl...such a clever
little tongue...yes...lick it right there...just under the head...now
take it in...that's the way...suck just the tip of it...softly...oh,
good....so fucking good....little harder now...take a little more
in...hold it at the base...that's it...squeeze me....oh, yeah..."

The things he was saying excited her, making her want
to please him as much as possible.  She followed every
instruction and satisfied every desire he articulated.

"You can hold it tighter, baby...you're not hurting me...that's
my girl...my beautiful little slayer...God, you give good head,"
he moaned deliriously. "You're the best, baby...the very
best...mmm...faster..."  His hips began to pump lightly. "Faster,
kitten...harder...oh...oh, fuck...Buffy...suck it hard, baby...do
it....yeah....yeah..."

Determined to give him all she had, she moved up and
down...faster and faster, sucking in her cheeks on the up-
strokes.  Bringing one hand up into play, she gently cupped
the heavy mass of his testicles, fondling and squeezing
them, driving his lust even higher.

When she sensed he was close to coming, she pulled away
and moved lower, nuzzling the tight, velvety sac hanging down
between his thighs, her hand shifting to wrap around his
cock, pumping it up and down.

"Tighter" he grated, wrapping his own hand around hers
and making her squeeze harder. But after only a few seconds,
he couldn't stand it. "Buffy...please, baby...suck it again..I
need your mouth on me...gotta feel it...so warm and wet..yes,
oh, yes," he hissed when she gave him what he was begging
her for.

She could taste the salt of his emissions as she used her
tongue to spread the drops of semen back into his painfully
hard shaft.

When she felt his hands on her head, trying to make her
be still, she stopped all motion and allowed him to do the
work. He pumped up and down, trying not to gag her with a
deep thrust.

"Buffy....Buffy...oh, baby...I'm gonna come, baby...I'm so
close..."

She squeezed his thigh to signal her acceptance.

Grinding his head back into the pillow, Spike squeezed his
eyes tightly shut and held her head still. "Fuck....fuck..." he
grunted. "Ah...suck it out of me, baby....all of it....wanna
come in your mouth..."  He clenched his teeth as his
fingers dug deeper into her hair. "Fucking...gonna...COME...
NOW....YES!"  he shouted as he emptied himself into
her mouth, spewing out thick spurts of his cream.

When he was finished, she did something she'd never
done before...and swallowed the salty fluid.

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


Buffy looked up, amused to see his chest rising and
falling rapidly.  "You're panting," she teased.

"I know," he replied, sharing her amusement. "It
seemed appropriate."

Moving up on the bed, she stretched out beside him. "I
think you liked that."

Smiling in total satisfaction, he nodded. "You're fucking
unbelievable, kitten."

She was about to reply when he suddenly rolled her
onto her back, rubbing his still hard cock against her,
reminding her of something she'd learned during that
long night of insatiable lust they'd shared....he needed
almost no recovery time.

Buffy felt very fortunate in not having to wait around to
have her own needs satisfied.  Riley had been terrible
about that, always needing at least a half hour to get
himself "ready" again, and she'd counted herself lucky
whenever he managed not to fall asleep while waiting.

Spike looked down into her eyes, wedging her legs
apart with his hips. "You ready to be royally fucked,
little slayer?"

"Ready when you are," she replied, dragging her
nails down his back. "If you're sure that you're up for
it."

He pushed down hard, grinding his erection against
her. "Doesn't it feel like I'm up for it?"

Buffy sent her hand south in response. Taking his rigid
phallus into her hand, she placed it at the entrance that
lay between her thighs. "Go for it," she demanded,
raising her hips a little.

One hard thrust buried him completely inside her. He
withdrew slowly, then slid his length back in.

The slayer keened softly at the delicious friction he
was supplying. She raised her own hips to meet his,
grinding her sex against his.

He pumped in and out of her; sometimes slow and
shallow, sometimes fast and deep. Every so often he
would stop thrusting and move his hips from side to
side.

Spike was supporting his upper body on his out-
stretched arms, but Buffy wanted to feel his weight
fully on top of her, holding her down.

Mindlessly, she pulled at him until he understood what
she wanted and gave it to her.

Palms turned up, he slipped his forearms underneath
her and held her shoulders, then buried his face in the
side of her neck.

His hips rose and fell rapidly as he pounded his cock
into her, making her grunt softly every time his pelvis
rammed into hers.

"You like this, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "Does it
feel good?"

"Yeah," she groaned. "Oh, yeah. Do it...harder."

"How...hard...do...you...want...it?" he asked,
punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

"Really...really...hard."

Spike increased his pace even more. Whatever reserves
of strength he was calling up, they responded to him
beautifully.

"Christ...Buffy...fuck me," he moaned in her ear. "Fuck
me hard."  Amazingly, he began to pump even faster
than he had been. "Such a tight pussy...so wet...and
so damn hot...wanna fuck it...wanna fuck YOU...fuck
you forever...just you...just my slayer...my pretty...pretty
baby...with her pretty little pussy...holds my cock...so
tight inside her..."

She was long past coherent speech.  All she could
manage to do was to whimper and pant her en-
encouragement, and dig her nails into the churning
muscle of his ass.

Continuing to thrust into her, he raised his head just
enough to search out her nipple.  Blindly, he found
one hard peak and latched on to it, sucking vigorously
on the warm flesh he had in his mouth.

Buffy thrashed underneath him, lifting her knees
slightly, allowing him to slip in even further.

Still nursing at her nipple, he leaned on one arm
and sent his hand down between them. Finding the
wet bead of her clit, he rubbed his finger against it,
then pinched it firmly.

Her pleasure scaled brand new heights. His mouth
on her breast, his finger on her clit, and his cock
sliding in and out; all these things drove her as
she strained upwards, seeking the perfect ending
to the wild ride they were on....simultaneous
orgasm.

It was close. So close she could nearly taste it,
and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted
anything.

He fucked her mindlessly, trying to hold off the
ecstasy, but also wanting to get to the finish, to
fill her up with his load of cum.

As though she was reading his mind, she clutched
him to her fiercely, pulling him even deeper and
screaming her satisfaction.

The loud cries of pleasure shattered Spike's control,
and his cock erupted.  He ejaculated into her with
long, shuddering groans that seemed wrenched from
his stiffening body.

All Buffy could do was hold on, riding out the storm
as best she could.

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

"Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

There was a pause, a sigh...

"Never mind."

"Tell me,"

Spike looked down at her, obviously groping for the
words he wanted to say.  "I know you hate hearing
it," he finally said. "But...I love you."

Buffy's heart, the heart she'd had encased in ice for
far too long a time, began to melt at last.

She placed one hand on his cheek and smiled. "I
don't hate hearing it," she said, shaking her head a
little. "Tell me more."

It was a start....


The End.