Title: Touch Me
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17
Summary: The answer to a challenge for
smut where Spike has lost the use of his
hands.



Part 1....


"OW!! Fucking hell, Slayer...that hurts!"

"I'm sorry! Just hold still and let me..."

"I AM holding still!"

Buffy muttered something highly uncomplimentary
beneath her breath as she taped down the last bit of
gauze covering Spike's wounded hands.

"What did you say?" he demanded, looking put out.

"I said...that was one nasty demon. What did you
call it...a vendor something?"

"Vendorsatum," he corrected, watching glumly as she
cleaned the bathroom counter of all it's first aid clutter. "Sort
of a cross between a porcupine and a fucking king cobra."

An ugly beast to be sure. Nearly six feet tall, with long
quills running from it's head down it's spine. As defense
mechanisms go, it had a very good one. Not only were the
quills as painful as hell if they stabbed you, but they ejected
a nice little jolt of venom into each wound.

Killing it required breaking it's neck, a job that Spike had
taken on after pushing Buffy out of the way and ordering her
to keep clear of the creature. His hands, now riddled with
twenty-seven tiny holes that looked like wasp stings,
were red and swollen, and incredibly sore.

But the venom the demon injected, although painful for him,
would have likely been fatal for Buffy. Slayer or not, the poison
was strong. She probably could have survived a few
stings, but not twenty-seven of them.

Turning off the bathroom light, she took hold of Spike's
arm and led him down the hallway to her room.

"My hero," she said, smiling as she locked the door
behind them and turned to face him. "Thank you for taking
that thing out by yourself."

"You're welcome," he replied, sitting down on her bed
and leaning against the headboard. "Wasn't about to let
it stick its nasties in my slayer," he added,
grinning crookedly. "That's my job."

Buffy sat on the bed, facing him. "Does it still hurt as
much?"

He shrugged. "There's worse things to go through, I
s'pose."

Hoping to distract him from the discomfort, she
leaned forward and kissed him. As always, he
responded like a night blooming rose to a splash of
moonlight. Leaning into the kiss, he opened his mouth
to allow her tongue in to play.

Everything was proceeding along its normal course
for them...that course being immediate and instant
gratification of their mutual raging desire for each
other...until he brought up his bandaged hands to
rest on her shoulders and pull her closer.

"OWWWW...FUCK!" he yelped, releasing his
hold on her and falling back against the headboard
of the bed. "Goddammit! This fucking SUCKS!"

Buffy wasn't any happier about it than he was. "It
hurts that bad?" she asked, wondering if she had any
pain killers in the medicine cabinet strong enough to
cope with the problem.

Spike shut his eyes, waiting for the worst of it to
pass. "It's bearable...unless I try to fucking touch
something! Then it feels like I'm dipping my digits
in a puddle of holy water."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Buffy sat back and tried
to exude unselfish empathy. She didn't want him to
feel worse than he already did, and he would do just
that if he thought he was disappointing her.

"Listen, it's okay," she said brightly. "You don't have to
touch anything. I'll take care of you." Jumping to her
feet, she gave him a chipper salute. "Nurse Buffy is on
the job!"

Predictably, Spike took an entirely different view of her
offer. "Nurse Buffy, huh?" he asked, with a lecherous
grin. "That job entail a naughty little white pinafore and
cap, luv?"

The pain must have been easing up a little, she decided.

"None of that!" she said firmly. "This is strictly a mission of
medical mercy, so keep your nasty little fantasies to
yourself." To make sure he behaved, she stepped back
from the bed. "Now...what can I get you. Blood? Aspirin?"

Resting his gauze covered mitts on his stomach, he
sighed. "Blood would probably help," he said. "But you
can hold the aspirin and add a shot of Jack Daniels."

"You got it." She was halfway out the door when he
called her back.

"Never mind the shot, luv," he said, grimacing as he
tried to sit up. "Just bring the bottle."


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


"Yay! Park Place with all my hotels!" Buffy consulted her
property deeds. "You owe me....five and a half grand," she
said triumphantly. "Pay up."

After bringing him his blood and whiskey, she had changed
into her pink silk nightshirt, then located the Monopoly
board to give them something to do while they waited
for Spike's accelerated vamp healing process to kick in.

"You know, I think you're cheating," he said. "That's the
fourth time I've landed there. I knew I shouldn't have let you
move my piece around the board for me."

"Just fork over the money, honey."

Spike shrugged and winked at her. "Glad to. Just reach
on into my pants and pull out my...."

"Hey!" she said loudly, giving him a warning look.

"...wallet," he finished. "Christ, you've got a dirty
mind, Slayer."

Sitting indian-style in the middle of the bed, Buffy
reached for the money on Spike's side of the Monopoly
board. "Yeah, I wonder who I picked it up from,"
she said, counting the stack of colorful bills. "You've
only got two thousand and change, you deadbeat.
What are you doing staying in hotels you can't
afford?"

He gave her his most charming smile. "Will you take
an I.O.U?"

"No way," she replied with a shake of her head. "Your
credit stinks."

"I could work it off," he suggested.

Buffy gave him a sidelong look. His voice had dropped
down into the deeper register he used when he was
feeling amorous, the 'bedroom voice' that never failed
to turn her on.

She couldn't allow that to happen, not as long as
he couldn't touch her without aggravating his wounded
hands.

Not that sex wasn't do-able. There was nothing stopping
them from doing it with her on top, riding him. They'd
certainly done it before.

But, when they had indulged themselves in that particular
position in the past, his hands had been free to roam her
naked body, driving her passion and pleasure higher with
every touch.

And she needed that touch. She craved it. After avoiding it
for so many years, she was now hopelessly addicted to it.

Spike knew her body better than she did herself. He knew
just where to touch, and for how long. Whether to be gentle
or rough. He had long ago discovered every sensitive and
responsive part of her, including a few she hadn't known were
there.

"You're gonna crave me like I crave blood..."


Truer words had never been uttered.

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

"You want some more blood?" she asked, trying to
change her train of thought.

"Yeah, all right."

Buffy picked up the mug that was parked on the
nightstand and brought it to his mouth. He took several
swallows from the straw, then washed it down with a
swig of Jack as she tilted the bottle for him.

"How are your hands?"

He tested them by pressing his palms together, then
flinched at the light pressure. "Shit!"

Buffy sighed heavily. She could definitely relate.

Just to give herself something to occupy her own
hands, she packed up the game and shoved the box
under her bed.

"I'm sorry, luv."

She gave him a questioning look. "For..?"

"For not being able to see to you properly."

He sounded so dejected that she couldn't bear
it. She crawled up on the bed beside him, being careful
not to accidentally brush against his hands.

"Don't worry," she said, giving him a chaste kiss. "You
can make it up to me later. I'm not going anywhere."

She tried to pull back, but he leaned forward, trying
to capture her mouth again. "Buffy...don't kiss me like
I'm your maiden aunt."

"I'm not!"

"You are so," he insisted. "Now do it again, and give me
some tongue."

She could hardly refuse such a request. Turning to him,
she straddled his lap and kissed him again, giving him
all the tongue he could handle.

As she lingered in the kiss, she could feel him getting
hard against her bottom. Before she could stop herself,
she ground against him.

Spike's lower half jerked with surprise, automatically
lifting to return the pressure. "Buffy! Baby...please,"
he begged.

Without thinking twice, she moved down and began
unbuttoning his jeans.

"Take them off," he directed hoarsely.

She managed to peel them down his thighs, but couldn't
get them over his combat boots. After considering the
problem, she stood up and swung his legs to the side.

Facing away from him, she anchored her feet and
grabbed one boot, lifting it until she could straddle
it. She untied the laces and tried to pull it off, but
the damn thing was stubborn.

Spike chuckled. "Bend over."

She complied, and her nightshirt rode up over her
hips.

He placed his boot on her bare bottom, pushing
against it while he withdrew his foot.

Buffy dropped it, then picked up his other boot and
unlaced it.

"Such a soft, pretty little ass you have, Slayer," he
murmured, placing his bare foot on her naked cheek
and pushing.

Tossing his footwear aside, she whipped his jeans
off and sent them flying as well.

"Come back up here, now."

A shiver danced up and down her spine. Bedroom
voice, all the way.

"Touch me."

He was long and thick, with velvety skin wrapped around
a bar of solid iron.

Buffy seized him in her hand, pumping him a few
times.

Spike released a sound that was somewhere between
a moan and a grunt, and closed his eyes. "Yeah," he
whispered. "Like that."

She squeezed and fondled him, playing with pace and
pressure. The head of his cock was swollen, oozing
a drop of pearly fluid.

"Stop," he said, opening his eyes. "Take off your
nightgown. I want to see you."

Buffy discarded the garment willingly. The heat in
his eyes was doing wonders for her ego, and she
arched her back a little, thrusting her breasts forward.

"Closer," was his next request. "I want to suck them."

She bent over, rubbing herself against his cheek.

The invitation was clear. He accepted it, and began
tonguing her nipples to hardness.

Losing himself in the heady pleasure he was finding at
her breast, he forgot everything else...including his dis-
abled hands.

Spike reached for her, and was promptly given a painful
reminder. He jerked back, releasing her breast from
his mouth, afraid he might bite her.

"Shit!" he snarled, his features contorting. "Shit, shit,
shit...fucking son of a bitching...shit!"

Buffy felt the same way. Her frustration level was
bad enough, but Spike's had to be sky high. He had
to deal, not only with frustration, but with pain as well.

"I'm fucking useless!" he spat. "Can't even touch my
girl...give her what she needs. Goddammit!"

He sounded so unhappy that she couldn't stand
it. Casting around for a solution to the problem, she
glanced down...and found it.

"Spike. Look at me."

He opened his eyes as she wrapped her fingers around
his erect penis.

"Touch me...with this."


TBC....

Part two......


Spike's eyes widened with surprise at her words, then
the lovely blue became darker with need and desire.

Buffy grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a kneeling
position. Lying down where he had been, she had him
straddle her waist. When she had him where she wanted him,
she took hold of his erection and gently tugged him further
up her body.

Beginning at her hairline, she traced the tip of his
shaft down her forehead. She outlined her brows, then
fluttered her eyelashes against it, making him gasp
sharply.

Retaining her gentle hold, she moved him down a bit,
caressing the satin of her cheeks. Avoiding her lips for
the moment, she continued along the line of her jaw.

He tried to center himself, but she was in charge and
gave him a scolding look.

"Buffy," he whined. "You're fucking torturing me here."

"You're a big boy," she grinned up at him. "You can
take a little torture."

Despite her words, she felt sorry for him being in so
much pain on her behalf. Besides, the pout on his
face was absolutely adorable.

Moistening her lips, she drew his penis along first
the upper and then the lower one.

Spike sighed happily, and deposited a little moisture
of his own, which her tongue immediately cleaned
off.

"Are you having fun?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Most fun I've had all day." His hips swayed
in a gentle rhythm as he anointed her face with more
clear fluid.

"MM...how are your hands?"

"What hands?" he asked, smiling rather stupidly.

Buffy's hand slid up and down, urging out more drops
of semen. She smeared them around the head of his
organ, making it slick.

"Moving right along.." she murmured.

She slid up a little, taking his erection and rubbing
it down the center of her throat, all the way to the
shallow cup at it's base.

"Come on," he said impatiently. "Keep going."

Buffy smiled wickedly. "Keep going...where?"

"You know damn well, where...now do it!"

Her brows drew together in a frown. "You're sounding
awfully bossy, you know. Maybe I should just stop
and let you think about...."

"No!" he almost shouted. "I'm sorry. Please don't
stop..I'll be nice, cross my heart. Please."

Satisfied with his contrition, whether it was real or
feigned, Buffy moistened the tip of his cock with her
saliva, then drew a wet line over the plump curves of
her breast. Down between them, she went, smiling
at the soft sounds of pleasure coming from his throat.

Wetting him more with his own juices, she arched
her back and rubbed her hard nipple against his
glans.

"Oh...oh, fuck...Buffy...more...give me more," he
moaned.

She repeated the movements on her opposite
nipple, feeling her own thrill of pleasure at the intimate
touch.

"Mmm...oh, baby. Feels so good...so soft," he
said, his hips thrusting forward. "Push your tits
together," he instructed her. "I'm gonna fuck them."

The way he was talking was arousing her almost
as much as the feel of what he was doing. She waited
until he was securely grounded, then placed her
hands on the outer curves of her breast and pressed
them together, enveloping his cock in the soft mounds
of flesh he loved to spend time kissing and touching.

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

Spike had an attraction to her breasts that was almost
obsessive. After her return from heaven, he had been
appalled at how bone thin she had gotten during the
'Glory' mess, and had made it his particular mission
to "put some meat back on her scrawny little bones."

Every time they went out to patrol, he took her somewhere
afterwards and plied her with fattening desserts. He
learned from Dawn that she had a serious need for
chocolate, and he outdid himself finding new ways to
feed it to her.

And Spike didn't just go to the market and grab a
box of Hostess Cupcakes. He tempted and teased her
with treasures he found in small, out-of-the-way bakeries
and restaurants.

Bavarian cream eclairs...chocolate crepes filled with
french vanilla ice cream...Sacher torte cakes...he fed her
a steady diet of the yummy treats, slowly but surely
replacing the weight she had dropped, until her body
was once again firm and well rounded.

In spite of all the bitching she had done about it,
claiming that he just wanted to make her fat so that
no one else would want her, she never turned down
his offerings.

As it happened, the first time she'd told him that she
loved him, he had brought her a box of dark chocolate
truffles with raspberry liqueur centers. When one of the
candies was literally melting on her tongue, she had looked
at him in sheer greedy delight and said those three little
words.

His shock at hearing them had been almost as
great as hers when she'd realized that she meant it.

So, the breasts that had become almost non-existent
during that sad, frightening phase of her life, were now
perfect examples of what he called the three Fs; full,
firm, and fuckable.

As far as he was concerned, they were there for him
to play with...and he played with them every chance he
got. From quick groping squeezes on top of her
clothes when no one else was looking, to long and
leisurely hours spent naked in bed while he explored
her inch by inch, he was a devoted worshiper at the
altar of Buffy.

Which, of course, made Buffy pretty damn happy.

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

Normally, when Spike performed this mock intercourse
between Buffy's breasts, he was the one to hold them
in position for his vigorous thrusts. All she had to do
was lie there and watch as his features went slack
with pleasure, and to occasionally lick the head of his
penis when it popped up.

When he was ready to ejaculate, he would release
her breasts and jack himself hard and fast, until his
load of semen spewed all over her skin.

It was messy, but it was also a lot of fun, for her as
well as for him. Since her hands were free to do as
she pleased with, she would reach down between her
legs and play with herself until she climaxed at the
same time he did.

But that wasn't going to work tonight. Her hands had
a job to do, and his were out of commission. She
would have to wait her turn.

Spike was thrusting rhythmically. Sliding up and then
down, his shaft was well lubricated by his come,
making things deliciously slippery.

"Come on," he groaned Leaning forward, he rested the
insides of his wrists on the headboard as he began
pumping harder and faster. "Lick it...oh...oh, yeah...s'good,
luv...so fucking good..."

He sucked in air that he didn't need, trying to keep
his mind on his ultimate goal. "Uh...uh...uh," he
grunted with every thrust.

Buffy watched him closely, waiting for the expression
that would signal the beginning of his orgasm.

When he gasped and jerked backwards, she took hold
of him and began stroking his cock with no gentility
at all. After five firm yanks on his hard flesh, he emptied
himself on her breasts, crying out her name.

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


She smiled as she rubbed his semen into her skin, then
deliberately licked her fingers.

He was still as hard as a fence post, one of the benefits
of vamp physiology that pleased her to no end.

"Now, you come and lie down here," she said when
he opened his eyes and tried to focus on her. "It's my
turn to ride."



TBC.....

Part three.....


"You know this is killing me."

"You're already dead."

"Yeah. Good point."

Buffy situated herself on top of her lover, rubbing
her sex against his hard abdomen. She could feel his
erection sliding up and down the cleft of her fanny
as he raised and lowered his hips a little.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, love. It's just that
I hate not being able to touch you properly."

His blue laser gaze caught hers, and she knew without
asking what he was getting ready to do. If he couldn't
touch her with his hands...then he'd do it with his
voice.

And if there was a man anywhere on the planet who
had the qualifications for such a thing, it was Spike. His
voice was as much a part of his sexuality as his penis
was, and he knew how to use both for maximum effect.

"You know how much I love your skin...feeling it get
warm and damp...having my fingers slide over it," he
said, tilting his head to one side to gauge her reaction.

Buffy sighed deeply. She could listen to him speak for
hours and not get tired of it. Not like in the old days, back
when she couldn't shut him up fast enough.

"I have an idea," Spike added, giving her that cocky smile
that made her heart beat a little faster. "You do it for me."

"Pardon?"

"I'll tell you what I want to touch...and you use your
hands to do it for me."

Trust Spike to come up with a solution like this. He
was endlessly inventive when it came to their sex life and
Buffy was the fortunate beneficiary of his considerable
talent.

Her eyes gleamed. At this point, she was up for anything,
so she nodded agreeably.

Something new! She couldn't wait!


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


"Run your fingers through your hair...good...now slide
your hands around the back of your neck...lift your
hair and hold it for a moment...mmm, beautiful...now,
let it go...shake your head...no, I like it that way...makes
you look kinda wild."

Spike's other favorite obsession...after her breasts...was
her hair. He loved it, and he took every opportunity he
could find to get his hands into it.

Joining her in the shower, he would wash it for her,
massaging her scalp with whatever fragrant shampoo
she had available, turning her into a puddle of mush with
his tender touch.

Sometimes, he would take her brush out of her
hand and run it carefully through her hair, being surprisingly
gentle with the tangles, working them out instead of yanking
them out the way she usually did.

In bed, after making love, he would stroke and caress
it, bury his face in it, wrap it around his fingers...all while
telling her how pretty it was, how much he loved the color
and the texture, the way it bounced around her face when
they got particularly wild. Inhaling the scent, he would beg
her never to cut it.

In fact, all she had to do to get her way about something,
was threaten to cut it. Although, she suspected that he was
going to call that little bluff someday soon.

At the moment, it was the longest it had ever been,
nearly reaching her waist. She had long ago stopped
trying to force it into an unnatural shade of blond, and
the thick honey brown strands were strong and shining
with health and vitality.

"Good girl...now, run your fingertips down the sides of
your neck...slowly...that's right...such soft skin...touch it
for me...go a little lower...a bit more..."

She felt him harden even further against her bottom.

"Slide your hands beneath your breasts...lift them...now
let them go...make them bounce...oh, fucking hell...do
it again...good...push them together..."

Buffy followed his instructions, purposely not doing
anything until he told her to. Her breasts were aching to
be squeezed and fondled, but she fought off the urge
to do it herself...waiting.

"Get your fingers wet...lick them...now, let me have a
taste...mmmm...more...oh, you taste sweet, baby...that's
good...ah-ah-ah...not yet...wait...don't pout...all right,
then...touch your nipples with the tips of your fingers...rub
them...harder, now...oh, yeah...squeeze them...give 'em
a little tug...feels good, huh?"

"Uh-huh," she uttered breathlessly. "Feels real good."

He gave her a speculative look. "Don't get too used to it,
Slayer...soon as my hands are good to go that'll be MY
job again."

Buffy just smiled. "How are they feeling?"

"Better by the minute," he assured her. "You ready to
move down...or do you want to play with your tits a little
more?"

"It's up to you," she replied, shrugging.

"Right, then...slide your hands down your sides...now
around back and down...grab your ass and squeeze
it...give it a little slap...not too hard...don't want you
bruising yourself...raise up on your knees...spread
'em a bit more...good...now move your hands between
your legs."

Buffy stroked the thin skin of her inner thighs in a
lingering caress.

"Now...show me your pussy...lean back a little...use
your fingers and open it up for me...Christ, you're
wet...all pretty and pink...play with your clit...harder,
love...that's it...slip one finger inside...and another
one...in and out, now...faster..."

She was almost unable to maintain her balance.

"Buffy...reach down and take hold of my dick...like
that, yeah...put it where it needs to be...oh, fuck
yes...rub it against you...now...slide down on it...slowly,
babe...I want to see it slide in...right into that tight
little box of yours...all the way...grind yourself down
on it..."

When he was fully seated inside of her, Buffy re-
leased his cock and used her fingers to open her
labia again.

"That's good...up and down, love...again...a little
faster...come on...fuck yourself on my cock...oh,
yeah...fucking hell, yes...ahhh...grind it in, baby...you
know what I like...ride me hard...fuck me...fuck me
good...yeah...do it..."

Buffy bounced on him, helped by lifts of his
strong thighs. So close...she was so damn close.

"Buffy...baby...I'm gonna come..."

Good. So was she.

"Reach...around...play with...my balls...ahh...your hot
little...hand...more...that's it...fuck...yeah...gonna do
it...now...ah...ahh...OH FUCK...YEAH!"

She was too disoriented to see that he had allowed
his demon to emerge and was using his fangs to
shred the gauze wrapped around his hands.

But just at the moment she began to fall over
the edge, she felt his fingers on her clit, rubbing it
wildly to help her climax with him.

Unable to hold it back another second, she came
hard, calling his name.

When she clamped down on his cock, her strong
internal muscles began milking his come out of
him...and into her.

Locked in spasms of orgasmic abandon, Spike reached
up and grabbed Buffy's shoulders. He yanked her down
roughly, then rolled over until he was on top of her and
continued thrusting and pumping until he had nothing
more to give.


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


"What now?...oh, you've got to be joking...aren't you
tired?"

"Not one bit, love. My hands are working just fine, and
I can touch you again. You know what THAT means?"

"I'm afraid to ask...what?"

"Means we've gotta start all over again."

Buffy gave him a disbelieving look, then shrugged.

"Sounds good to me."

Grinning impishly, he grabbed the long strips of
gauze. She watched in bemusement as he tied one
end of each strip around the wrought iron headboard,
and the other around her wrists.

"This time," he said, giving her a wink. "You're the one
who can't use her hands."


The End.

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