Title: My Spuffy Valentine
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Gotta have it!
Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Buffy is feeling a lack of
romance in her relationship with Spike. He
decides to fix that problem.



Part four....


"Spike!  Slow down!"

"I can't, baby. I'm almost there."

"You're too tense!"

"Can't help it. I'm soooo damn close."

"Yeah, but...oomph!...watch it with the speed bumps,
will you?!"

"Sorry. You all right?"

"Yes....and will you STOP taking corners on two
wheels!  You're gonna get us killed!"

"Too late for that one, Slayer."

"Okay, you're gonna get ME killed!"

"Come on, now. You're tough. Little thing like a car
accident can't stop the slayer."

"I'm also mortal, you know. Flesh?  Blood? A full set
of breakable bones?"

"Darling, I've seen you fall off a four story building
without breaking a nail."

"Fine. It's YOUR seventy-three thousand dollar car you'll
be wrapping around a tree."

"You're to blame for it if I do."

"I'm...I'M to blame. Me?"

"Bloody RIGHT, you are. Rubbing that gorgeous little
ass of yours against my dick, getting me all worked
up.  The least you could do is to..."

"Just keep your eyes on the road, pal!"

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


After waiting impatiently for Buffy to find her house
key, Spike grabbed her purse and upended it on the
porch swing. He snatched up the key ring and unlocked
the door himself, leaving Buffy to refill her purse.

Muttering under her breath, she closed the door and then
gasped out a surprised "Yeeks" when Spike scooped her
up and headed for the stairs.  "Still speeding, I see."

"Oh, hush up," he teased. "You're ruining my 'Gone With
The Wind' moment here."

Halfway up the staircase, Buffy wrapped her arms loosely
around his neck. "I just hope you're not going to rush
through..."

"Hey!  Have I EVER rushed through THAT?"

"Yeah!" she pointed out. "When we were in that bar
down by..."

"When YOU weren't rushing right along with me, I mean?"

"Oh. In that case, no."

Crossing the hallway into her bedroom, Spike set Buffy
down on her feet and kissed her. She gasped again, which
made it easier for him to slide his tongue into her mouth.  It
licked over hers, teasing and tasting.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, plastering her
body against his from chest to toe, feeling the urgency
of his need.

The kiss became even more intense. It was hard and
deep, and extremely possessive.

Buffy could feel herself becoming slightly lightheaded,
and she whimpered softly under his touch.

Spike slanted his head, holding her even closer with
one hand on the back of her head and the other splayed
over her lower back.

When he felt her nails digging in, he finally pulled away
and allowed her to pant for air.  Gaining a small amount of
composure, he held up one hand. "I'll be right back."

"Be right back?  Be right back from where?" she
mumbled, still dizzy from the heat of their kiss.

Spike didn't state his purpose. He just grabbed her
face and planted another hard kiss on her lips, then
walked out of the room, leaving Buffy disoriented.

Blindly, she felt behind her for the bed and dropped
down onto it. Shaking her head to clear it, she tugged
off her shoes and dropped them onto the carpet with a
soft thump.

By the time she'd crawled backwards into the middle
of the mattress, he was back.  The bottle of champagne
was in his right hand, and the glasses in his left. The
candy box was wedged under his arm.

He had taken off his jacket and tie while he was gone,
and unbuttoned his shirt. It was a sight that never failed
to make Buffy a little muddled in the head. He was dead
sexy in everything he wore, but there was just something
about this particular look that really pleased her.

Barefoot...no jacket...his shirt unbuttoned AND un-
tucked...hair mussed as though he'd been running his
hands through it to calm himself down.  Combining all those
ingredients with his laser blue eyes and the slight smile
that tugged at one corner of his mouth, made for a potent
recipe  of male sexuality, brazenly on display.

And it was all for her!

With a wicked grin, he knelt on the bed in front of
her. He dropped the candy box to one side and handed
her the glasses.  "You're gonna love this," he said, pouring
the sparkling wine.

They stretched out on the bed, lying on their sides and
propped up on their forearms.

Although Spike was anxious to get on with getting it on,
he reined in his thundering libido in an effort to keep
things as supremely romantic as Buffy wanted them to
be.

Placing the empty glasses on the nightstand, he reached
for the candy box and opened it.  The air became sweetened
with the aroma of dark chocolate.  Spike selected one
and held it up to Buffy's lips.

She bit into it and nearly moaned with happiness. A chocolate
covered cherry lay within the sweet, it's pink cream oozing
from it.  "That is heaven," she said, her words slightly garbled.

Spike ate the rest of it, then slipped one hand behind
Buffy's neck and pulled her close to kiss her.

They blended together perfectly, each one tasting chocolate
on the other's lips and tongue as well as their own.

"Mmmm..." Buffy pointed to the piece she wanted
next. "That one."

They emptied five more of the little brown pieces of
paper that held the chocolates,  feeding each other
bites.

"I've heard it said that chocolate is a powerful
aphrodisiac," Spike said, setting the box on the
floor. "What's your opinion on that?"

Buffy licked her lips. "I believe every word of it."

"Want to test the theory?"

"You bet I do."

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

They undressed at the speed of light, then
fell together in a feverish embrace.

As they kissed, Spike wedged a thigh between
hers, grinding it against her.  Buffy's head dropped
back, breaking their oral contact.

But he wasn't finished. "More," he murmured,
taking her mouth once again.  It was a soft kiss, gentle
on her mouth.

Leaning on his left forearm, he brought his right hand
up, seeking her breast.  It filled his hand, and he applied
pressure, squeezing it firmly.

When he broke their kiss, Buffy's eyes opened and
she saw that he was watching her face intently as he
fondled her.  His thumb brushed over the hardened tip,
eliciting a soft gasp from her.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his eyes locked
on her. "You like my hands on your breasts.  You like me
playing with them."

These weren't questions, and she had no need to answer
him. Her body was doing all the talking.

Thrusting her breast more firmly into his hand, she main-
tained eye contact when he lowered his head and flicked
his tongue over her nipple.

"And when I lick them," he added. "And suck on them.
You love it when I do that."

Closing his mouth around her, he began sucking,
gently at first, then with more enthusiasm.

He gave both her breasts equal attention, licking
the surface of them and tonguing the nipples before
he suckled.

Buffy worked herself against his thigh, creating more
of the pleasurable friction.

Spike sent his free hand down, easing it between
her legs.  He pulled his thigh away, replacing it with
his hand, caressing her swollen labia.  She whimpered
when he worked one finger up inside of her.

"You're so wet," he said, her nipple popping from
his mouth. "Slick and hot."

Moving her onto her back, he watched as her legs
fell apart and she lifted into his touch.  He promptly
added a second finger, studying her face for her
reaction.

He could tell that she was close to coming, so he
started to pump his fingers in and out more rapidly,
finger-fucking her.

Buffy arched her back, clutching the sheets to keep
herself anchored.

His hand was suddenly bathed in wet warmth.  He
waited until she calmed down, and then began sliding
down her body. Gently, he pushed her thighs further
apart and settled himself between them.

"I've been wanting to eat this all evening," he said,
bending his head and lapping her sex with his tongue.

She had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from
screaming at his first touch. Holding her legs open,
he stared at her pussy.  The dark pink flesh was
shiny with moisture and clit was engorged.

A ragged gasp from her encouraged him. He began
licking her, starting at the bottom, then gliding his
tongue over her ultra sensitive spot.

"Spike," she cried, lifting her hips and trying to
close her legs around him.

But he wouldn't allow it. He kept her still, her legs
spread wide for him.  Pushing his hands beneath
her, he cupped the cheeks of her ass and brought
her up to him.

The scent of her was driving him wild, sweet and
spicy at the same time.  He pressed his face between
her thighs again, thrusting his tongue in as far as he
could force it to go.

In and out, in and out, his tongue was relentless,
repeatedly flicking over her clit again and again,
drawing out her fluid for him to drink down.

Buffy was quivering all over, vibrating like a tuning
fork.  Then, he closed his lips around her clit and
sucked hard.

Her cries urged him on, and he continued eating
her.  Grinding his stiff cock against the mattress, he
concentrated on not coming all over the sheets.

When he body relaxed, he looked up and saw her
watching him. She opened her arms and whispered, "I
want you inside of me."

His patience and control shot to hell, Spike covered
her.  Chest to chest, they sought each other's mouths
and exchanged deep, tongue thrusting kisses.

Using one hand to position his cock, he plunged into
her hard and fast.  He slipped that hand behind her
bottom, lifting it for deeper penetration.

Buffy was writhing and moaning, trying to match his
wild rhythm.  She wrapped her legs around him, keeping
him from withdrawing as she gyrated her pelvis against
his.

"Fuck...yeah, like that..." he muttered, pushing down
harder.  "Do it harder....fuck yourself on it."

Buffy dug her nails into his back, leaving long red
scratches as marks of her ownership.  They came
together frantically, hard and fast.

She placed her feet flat on the bed, meeting every
downward thrust he pounded into her.

Spike closed his eyes tightly, focusing all his senses
on what was happening between his legs.  He
buried his face against the side of her neck, resting
his full weight on top of her, knowing she could take it
with no discomfort.

Every muscle in his body was straining to make
her come.  His hips rose and feel between her soft
thighs, bodies slapping together and pulling apart.

"Oh, god...oh, yes...Spike..." Buffy moaned in a fever
of delirium. "Harder...fuck me harder..."

He redoubled his efforts, grunting with every thrust.

"Buffy...fuck, baby....do it...fuck me...ahhhh, god,
yeah...so good...so tight....sweet little pussy. Gonna
fuck it...fuck it all damn night...that's it...that's my
good girl...give it to me...it's mine...you're mine..."

"....yes..."

"...mine!..."

"Yours...yes..."

Ramming in and pulling out, his cock serviced her,
satisfying every aching need she had.

"You...belong...to me....all of you...every...part...of
you...is...is mine..."

She was so close, the pleasure was so intense, that
there simply WAS nothing else.  The entire world had
collapsed in on itself like a telescope, leaving only this
bed...this man.

"Come for me, baby," he grated harshly in her ear. "I'm
gonna come...I want you with me when I do it. Come...come
all over my cock...fuck!...can you feel it...feel it get harder?"

Buffy whimpered an assent. She DID feel it, felt his hard
cock become tempered steel as it slid in and out of her
tight warmth.

Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, pounding her body
senseless.

Spike was with her. He threw his head back with a feral
growl as he ejaculated his load into her.  Spurts of semen
drenched her, making things slick and slippery.

Tearing himself away, he dropped down between her
legs again and draped them over his shoulders. He
pushed his face into her, licking her clean with voracious
strokes of his tongue. He located her clit and sucked
it roughly, wanting her to have one more orgasm.

Stimulated nearly to the point of pain, she ground
against his pleasuring mouth, flooding it with her juices.

"Spike...Spike!  Yes...oh!...oh, yes!"

As far as speaking was concerned, it was the best
she could manage at the moment, so she pushed him
over and took his cock into her mouth to repay him.

She sucked hard and fast, working him with her lips
and tongue, fondling his sac with her fingers.

Completely taken by surprise, he lay prone as his
organ became fully erect again. "Christ, baby...yes!
Oh, fuck...do it!  Suck it!  Uh!  Harder...suck my
cock...yeah...yeah...oh, bloody hell...that's good,
luv...ahhhh...make me come...in your mouth...hot
little mouth...sucking me...sucking my come...I'm
gonna do it, baby...now...now...stay still...let me do
it...yes...yes...here it comes...BUFFY! OH, YEAH!!"

Slightly less explosive this time, but every bit as
satisfactory.

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

"Where are you going?"

"I have another present for you. Where'd you throw
my pants?"

"Um...not sure. I just wanted to get them off you."

"Well...oh, here."

"What's that?"

"What does it LOOK like, Slayer?"

"A little black box."

"You have good eyesight.  You gonna open it?"

"Oh, god...Spike?"

"D'ya like it?"

"It's beautiful...perfect. Is it a...I mean...YOU know.  Is
it?"

"Yeah.  Will you?"

"I will."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm. Here. Put it on me."

"I'm sorry that it wasn't a more romantic proposal."

"Hey, it sounded good to me."

"Well, that's all that matters, isn't it?  I...why are you
crying?"

"I'm not."

"Uh-huh. What's this, then?"

"Maybe I am...a little. Why don't you kiss me
and make me stop?"

"Happy Valentine's Day, luv."

"Happy Valentine's Day."




The End...