The All Nighter
Part one...

~~~~~~~~~~
"Lonely girl, rainy night
Looking for that number
She needs someone to treat her right.."
~~~~~~~~~~


The water was beautifully, blissfully hot. So hot that there was a
light sheen of steam on the bathroom mirror and the tile counter was
slippery.

The air in the bathroom hung heavy and moist, with a floral scent laced through it. A tropical rain forest in a southern California town.

"Ohh...yes." Buffy sighed, as every bit of tension was
chased from her mind and body, leaving her limp and carefree.

She reclined back against the cushion she'd propped at the end of the tub, coating herself with an ocean of fragrant bubbles.

Her hair was loosely pinned up, with only a few wispy
tendrils hanging down and clinging to her damp skin. She
wallowed in sybaritic pleasure, not feeling a speck of guilt
about her self-indulgence, or that she should probably be
out fighting the good fight.

She figured she'd been pretty easy going lately about doing her
job without whining and sulking too much. She deserved
this little moment of calm in the midst of her stormy life.



Lifting one leg from the water, she picked up a soft sponge
floating by and squirted a glob of rose scented shower gel
into it.

She propped her leg up against the bathtub wall opposite
her and began running the soap heavy sponge up her thigh,
leaving a trail of lather all the way to her pink polished toe-
nails, then back up her inner thigh, stopping just short of...

Buffy inhaled sharply. Dropping the sponge, she allowed
her fingers to slip under the water.

Her eyes drifted closed and her head dropped back as she
moved her hand in a pleasing motion, the self caress making
her breathe a bit faster.

Outside, the rain beat brutally against the house.

Briefly searching her mind for an appropriate fantasy, she had
no trouble locating her favorite....

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The bathroom door opened with a bang. She sat up in the
tub, exposing her bare breasts to the man standing in the
doorway.

Nervously, she reached for a towel, but he got to it first
and tossed it out of her reach. "Don't" he said, in that deep
and soft tone he used when he was aroused.

Shedding his long leather coat, he paced slowly towards
her until he was standing right next to the bathtub.
As she watched, he began undoing the buttons on the deep blue
shirt he wore. Letting it slide down his arms and drop to the
floor, he stood before her admiring eyes.

She swallowed hard, nearly hypnotized by this blatant
display of masculine beauty. Lean, but well built, his
upper body was all smooth skin and hard, defined muscle.

Fast as the predator that he was, he leaned over and grabbed
her beneath her arms. Lifting her halfway out of the tub, he
lowered his head until their lips nearly touched.

"Slayer," he whispered against her mouth. "I want you, and
I won't wait one more second to have you."

She was almost hyperventilating with anticipation when
he finally kissed her. His tongue slid wetly between her
lips, searching for and finding hers.

She released a sound that was a cross between a gasp
and a whimper, as she hung bonelessly in his hands.

When he heard the breathy little catch in her voice, he
lowered her back into the water. Straightening, he kicked
off his boots and slowly unzipped his jeans.

Her eyes were riveted on the striptease he was performing
for her.

When he was completely naked, he stepped into the tub
and sat down behind her. His hands moved over her slick
skin, around to her front, then up to cover her breasts.

Cupping them firmly, he pulled her back, eliminating
any distance between them.

Her body flush against his, he squeezed and fondled the
soft mounds in his hands. Fingering the hard peaks, he
tugged gently, eliciting that soft sound from her throat once
again.

"You like that." It wasn't a question.

"I do," she groaned. "I like it." She arched her back,
thrusting herself more fully into his hands.

With his left arm stretched across her chest, his hand
cupping her right breast, he sent the other hand down into
the water, taking over the job her own fingers had been
performing.

He probed and explored, inserting his finger inside her
as his thumb located her clit. When he found it and pressed
hard on it, her entire body jerked under the onslaught of an
immediate and powerful orgasm.

And she screamed his name...

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"Spike...oh, yes...yes..." she chanted, moving her fingers
faster, climbing higher, until she reached the top and flung herself
into the void.


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"There's plenty of men
She could call
But she wants him most of all
Oh, God, I hope he's home tonight.."
~~~~~~~~~~


She came down slowly, her caress becoming gentle. Laying in the rapidly cooling water, she panted with the exquisite
release.

When she thought she could manage it without her knees
buckling, Buffy climbed out of the tub and dried off.

Returning to her room with a single minded purpose, she
picked up the phone and punched the first button on her
speed dial.

She listened to the line ring five times...six...seven...

"Come on...please be there."

A voice on the other end of the line said "Hello."

"Hi, it's me....What are you doing?....Yeah, me too....Want
to come over and do something?....I don't know....We could
watch a movie and stuff ourselves with junk food, or we could
play Scrabble...." She lowered her voice a little. "Or we
could do something else....Whatever comes to mind....MY
mind?....Hopelessly in the gutter....Hurry and get here....Bye."


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"She needs the love, love, love
The real exciter
She needs the all nighter."
~~~~~~~~~~

TBC....
Comments?

The All Nighter/part 2
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Rating:NC-17



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"He's the one
The one she calls
When she gets that feeling
Some nights she just can't stop herself.."
~~~~~~~~~~


She dressed in an over sized men's shirt and an easily
removable pair of sweat pants. Clothes didn't matter, they
wouldn't be on very long anyway.

As she brushed her hair and re-did her make up, she
was happy all over again that, thanks to Giles, her lover
was only a phone call away.

Before he'd returned to England, Giles had decided not
to sell his town house. He hadn't wanted to leave it
sitting empty, or to rent it out to strangers, so he'd
offered Spike the use of it. He'd promised to continue
making the mortgage payments in exchange for Spike's
agreement to keep the place in good condition.

Buffy had almost been jumping up and down in glee. No
more sex in morbid locations; up against mausoleum walls,
inside dark and damp crypts, or bent over tombstones lo-
cated in the wide selection of Sunnydale's final resting
places.

She'd been slightly opposed to the idea at first, not even
wanting to THINK about having sex in her watcher's bed.
But Spike had worn down her objections, citing the complete
privacy they would have there, which in HER house was a
luxury. Nights like the one she was anticipating now, con-
sisting of the absence of sisters and witchly friends, hardly
ever happened.

After the first couple of times, Buffy had agreed that the
total privacy was, in a word, fantastic. The freedom to make
love anywhere in the house that the urge came upon them
was...liberating. The front door had three deadbolts on it,
with the only keys in Spike's possession, making it im-
possible for them to be walked in on.

Just thinking about the things Spike did to her behind
those locked doors was making her skin tingle. No man
had ever treated her with such a delicious combination of
wild passion and tenderness.

Skipping down the stairs, Buffy peeked out the window. Still
raining. She went into the living room and got a seriously
blazing fire going, then dimmed the lights until she was happy
with the illumination.

She loaded the CD player with five discs of soft and sexy
music, checked the kitchen for snacks that would satisfy
her man's rather childlike sweet tooth, and made sure she
had some packaged blood on hand.

With all her preparations made, Buffy returned to the living
room and sat on the floor in front of the fireplace to wait.



~~~~~~~~~~
"He's tough and tender
A soul bender
Ain't no service he can't render
He touches her like nobody else.."
~~~~~~~~~~



She smiled when she heard him pull into the driveway
with a squeal of brakes, laying expensive tread on the
concrete.

Glancing at the clock hanging over the mantle, she saw
that it was three minutes past eight. This had to be a
new land speed record, and she was certain he hadn't
stopped for one single stop sign or red light.

He walked in without knocking, closing the door
behind him when he saw her, and giving her that smile
that almost stopped her heart.

Buffy smiled back at him, beckoning him closer with
one finger, her body language screaming "Come and
get it, big bad."

"What took you so long?" she asked, with a teasing
pout on her lips. "I was getting lonely."

Dropping his damp coat on the foyer floor, he turned
and approached her slowly, stalking her in the way
she loved. For every step he took towards her, she
backed away one. When she was pressed up against
the wall, he placed his hands on either side of her.

Buffy took hold of his shirt, pulling him closer. "Don't
you want me anymore?"

He lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "Kitten...you
have no idea," he said, biting down on her earlobe, then
sucking it.

She tilted her head to one side, offering him the vulnerable
flesh of her throat without thinking twice.

Spike placed soft kisses down the length of it, then
licked his way back to where he'd started with one long
stroke of his tongue.

"I'm glad you called," he murmured against her skin. "I've
been hard all day, thinking about you."

"Me, too," she said, then giggled. "I mean that I've been
thinking about you...not that I've been hard."

"I wouldn't say that." He took his hands off the wall
and cupped her breasts. Squeezing them firmly, he drew
slow circles around her nipples. "Feels hard to me."

Buffy's breathing became slow and deep. He knew how
much she enjoyed him playing with her breasts. It drove
her crazy when he fondled them, tugging on her nipples until
they were firm and erect.

But, as much as she loved the attentions of his talented
hands, it was the sensation of his mouth and his tongue
on her that really sent her to the stars.

Wanting it now, she began working at her shirt buttons. Her
own impatience impeded her, making her fingers clumsy and
slow. She solved the problem by yanking the shirt open and
popping off the last three stubborn buttons.

Spike's eyes widened briefly in appreciation for the absence
of an undergarment covering up her considerable charms. With-
out a word, he placed his hands beneath both her breasts,
lifting them and pushing them together, then lowered his head
and licked them, concentrating his attention on the taut centers.

Buffy was light headed with pleasure as she cupped his jaw,
guiding him from one breast to the other.

"Feels good," she moaned. Her husky tone of voice slid up
the scale and became high pitched when he took one nipple
into his mouth and sucked on it. "Oh! Oh, yeah...harder,
baby...please."

He gave her what she was begging for, latching on more firmly
and nursing at her nipple like a starving infant.

"Deeper," she whispered hoarsely, slipping one hand
behind his head and pressing him even closer.

Without skipping a beat, he opened his mouth wider
to take in more of her soft flesh, while his fingers continued
to stimulate her other nipple.

Buffy's own fingers played gently with his silky curls. Feel-
ing her gentle touch, he modified the suction he was ap-
plying to her breast, flicking his tongue rapidly back and
forth over the tip.

She let out a helpless whimper, and felt him smile against
her breast. Released from his mouth with maddening slow-
ness, he incited a harsh gasp from her when the cool air
touched upon skin wet with his saliva.

Wanting to draw out the pleasure for her, he extended
his tongue and continued licking her at the same time he
took her hand and placed it on the swelling at the front
of his jeans. "Touch me," he muttered.

Smiling, she squeezed him.

Hissing in air through clenched teeth, he dropped his head
back and thrust himself against her hand. "Tighter, baby...yeah.
Ohh...like that! Do it....ah, fuck...."

She used her free hand to pull him back into another kiss,
then released his erection to open the top snap of his pants,
and unzip his fly.

Deliberately waiting until he moaned in frustration...

"Take it out, babe...please...I want to feel your hands on it."

...she began to stroke the rigid column. "So big," she
marveled, feeding his ego with a spoon. "And so hard."

"It's hard for you, luv. You make it that way. Every time I
see you...every time I hear your voice...every time I even
think of you...ahhh...it gets hard. You're the only girl...it
wants to be inside of..."

Buffy continued her soft fondling. "And where does it want
to be right now?" she asked. "Where...inside me?"

He chuckled as he pushed himself into her tormenting
fingers. "Anywhere you'll take it," he said, his hands coming
down and grabbing her behind. "Can I take your pants off?"

"I think you'd better," she agreed.

Spike took a handful of material from either side of her
hips, and yanked it down until her sweats were pooled
around her feet.

"No knickers tonight?" he asked, delighted. "Thank you,
baby."

"I didn't want anything to get in your way," she replied,
moving her legs slightly apart. "Want to touch?"

He winked at her. "I'd rather taste," he said, then sank
to his knees in front of her and buried his face between
her thighs.

"Ohh!" she gasped, sinking her fingers into his hair. "That's
good, too."

"Good....doesn't even begin to describe it, luv." He held
her thighs apart, and began licking her roughly, easily
locating the hot button that made her shiver and shake
whenever he sucked on it.

Buffy's head fell back against the wall as her eyes
closed tightly. The feel of his tongue sliding around her
clit, then darting into her pussy as deeply as he could
force it, was driving her wild.

"Oh, God...oh...yes...I love that...deeper...come on...put
it in deeper....ahh, yeah...." She was panting for air, like
a drowning victim going under for the third time.

He responded by taking her clit between his lips and
sucking hard, then pushing his middle finger up into her
drenched passage, using his other hand to slide around
back and fondle her ass.

Buffy's brain short circuited. Her hips began to jerk
forward of their own volition, and she held tighter to him,
forcing his face against her wetness, thankful that he didn't
need to breathe.

"Spike," she choked. "I'm....oh, yeah...I'm gonna come..I
can't....can't wait...I....ahhh....yeah...yeah...."

He broke away only long enough to say, "Do it! Come in my
mouth!"

Reclaiming her with his tongue, he sucked harder than
ever as he pumped his finger in and out of her.

Buffy ground herself against his ravaging mouth, as the
wave smacked into her and threw her into a hard, jerking
climax, making her scream with the sheer, animal pleasure
of it.

Her breasts were heaving with her attempts to draw
air into her lungs. He was licking up all the excess wetness
on her thighs, catching it before it trickled down her legs. When
she was cleaned to his satisfaction, he stood up slowly, drag-
ging his tongue up her body as he went.

It slid wetly up over her abdomen, briefly circled her navel,
then traced up her sternum and between her breasts. He
treated both her nipples to a hard lick, then continued up
to the base of her throat and sucked hard enough to leave a
bruise.

"Oh, baby," he whispered. "That was so sweet. Love it when
you cream in my mouth that way."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his
ear. "Your turn."

Spike grinned and shoved his pants down.




~~~~~~~~~~
"He brings out the love, love, love
Deep inside her
He's the all-nighter..."
~~~~~~~~~~




TBC .....
Comments?

Author: Pattyanne Hits: 977
Feedback: Mmm-good!
Summary: The title pretty much says it
all. It's a rainy night, and Buffy calls Spike.
(Who wouldn't?) The story is set in an
alternate season 6, but this Buffy is in a
much better mood. Don't bother looking
for a plot, cuz there isn't one.



Part three...



~~~~~~~~~~
"Now when other stimulation
Lets you down, down, down
And there ain't no medication
Laying round, round, round.."
~~~~~~~~~~



The light of the fire was painting their skin gold, and
shining in their eyes as they moved together on the
floor.

Buffy rolled over until she had the top position locked
down. Straddling Spike's lean hips, she smiled into his
eyes and shook out her hair until it cascaded around her
face in a bright shower of color. She was still wearing the
shirt she'd put on after her bath, but not a stitch of anything
else.

She had managed to get Spike's boots, socks and shirt
off, and was now tugging his jeans down his legs. When she
had the tough denim out of her way, she wrapped her warm
little hand around his rampant erection and gave it a firm
squeeze.

Instantly, he arched his back and grabbed hold of her hips.

"You like that?" she asked, licking her lips slowly and
suggestively.

"Hell, yeah! I love it," he said, bouncing her a little on
his hips.

"Well, what else do you like?"

He gave her a wry look. "You know everything I like, luv."

Wriggling further down his legs, she smiled flirtatiously
as she pulled his jeans the rest of the way down.

She began to lower her head to take him into her mouth,
but stopped when she felt his hand on her hair.

"Buffy...wait."

She glanced up at him.

"Come here and kiss me first,"

Sighing deeply, she moved to do what he asked.

She should have known it before. As sexy and lustfully
crazed as he could be sometimes, Spike was also big
on the romance angle. He liked everything about physical
love, and he especially enjoyed kissing, both the tender,
sweet kind and the wet and wild kind.

"Sorry, baby," she murmured as she nuzzled his
cheek. "What was I thinking?"

Moistening her lips, she pressed them against his,
edging her tongue out gently. His own lips parted in-
stantly, allowing her to probe inside his mouth. He tasted
like chocolate and peppermint, his favorite kinds of
candy.

Spike tightened his fingers around her waist, holding her
in position for several long and lingering kisses. When he
finally allowed her to pull away, he smiled and closed his
eyes. "Much better."

Buffy resumed her journey south. She dallied along the
way, dropping teasing kisses on his chest, then down
to the hard muscle layered on his abdomen. Tickling
his navel with the point of her tongue, she coaxed a laugh
out of him.

But the laughter dried up the minute her tongue descended
down into the light brown curls surrounding his hard on. She
rubbed her cheek against the silky skin, then placed a soft
kiss on the very tip.

His hips jerked. "Oh...fucking hell," he muttered, squeezing
his eyes shut.

Buffy waited, drawing out the anticipation.

"Come on, baby," he begged. "Don't stop."

She extended her tongue and drew it up the long
vein on the bottom of his cock. When she reached the head,
she swiped her tongue over it, picking up the drop of semen
leaking from it.

"Yeah, babe," he rasped. "That's my girl. Now...take it in
your mouth...ohh...yes....suck hard...I like it when you suck
hard."

Obediently, she opened her mouth and allowed him to slide
his cock in. He stayed shallow at first, giving her time to
relax her throat and take him a little deeper.

He muttered a constant string of sexual profanities as she
slid her mouth up and down, swirling her tongue around the
head before releasing it, then nipping gently with her teeth,
which really made him howl.

"Buffy....Buffy....fuck, yes....right there...right beneath the
ridge...use your little tongue, kitten...mmmm, yes...so
good...hot and wet..."

Opening his eyes, he propped himself on his elbows so
he could watch her. The visual was nearly as stimulating
as the physical.

The last time she had done this for him, he had apologized
for every time he'd ever struck her in the mouth when they
had fought. He'd further informed her that he remembered
the first time he knew how badly he wanted to kiss her. It
had been during one of their fights, when he had managed to
land a blow that cut her lip. His eyes had zeroed in on the
drop of blood welling from the cut, and it had been all he could
do to keep from grabbing her and licking it off, then kissing her
senseless.

Now, he reached down with one hand and brushed her hair
away from her face so it wouldn't obscure his view.

Her moist lips moved up and down his straining dick, coating
it with the wetness from her mouth, making it shiny. Every
so often, she would remove him from her mouth and pump
him with her hand, then lean closer and start licking him
like a piece of hard candy.

Between watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth,
feeling the exquisite sensation of it's warmth and tightness,
and hearing the wet sucking sounds it made, he was ready
to go in record time.

"Buffy....honey...I'm gonna come...real soon," he choked
out. He always warned her ahead of time, letting her choose
her own course of action.

She tightened her grip at the base of his penis, and slid
her other hand up his chest, flicking his flat copper nipples
with her finger. It was a signal, and he acted accordingly.

Pumping his hips up and down, he dropped back to the
floor and fisted his hands in her hair. He held her in place
and delivered three more rapid thrusts, then clutched her as
his cock began to spew it's load into her sweetly sucking
mouth.

Buffy dealt with it, then began licking him gently as he
came back down from whatever cloud she'd just sent him
to, cleaning him like a kitten with her little pink tongue.

When she raised her head and gave him a questioning
look, he grinned idiotically and said, "More than one way
to slay a vampire, right luv?"


~~~~~~~~~~
"You feel your little heart
Begin to pound and pound
He's the satisfier
Of that one desire.."
~~~~~~~~~~




"You all right?"

"Mm-hmm....are you?"

Buffy moved up next to him. Stretching out on her
side, she propped her head on her hand.

Spike reached up and stroked her hair, watching the
way the firelight danced in it. "Have I ever told you how
much I like your hair?"

"Nope," she said. "But you did tell me it was stupid once."

He made a face as he threaded his fingers through her
honey colored locks. "I was stupid for saying that. 'Cause
your hair is beautiful. It's soft and it's a pretty color...and
it always smells so damn good."

She grinned, pleased as any woman would be at such
words. "Thank you...my silver tongued vampire."

Spike continued to play with her hair. "You wouldn't be-
lieve some of the fantasies I've had about this hair."

"Like what?" she asked, leaning into his touch.

"Like feeling it drag over my skin, wrapped around my
cock," he replied, giving her hair a gentle tug. "Or..."

"Tell me," she insisted, feeling that familiar twinge be-
tween her legs.

Instead of answering, he stood up and pulled her along
with him. Moving her across the room, he sat down on
the couch and turned her so that she was facing away,
then arranged her on his lap.

He was flagrantly hard again, a benefit of vampire physio-
logy that never failed to amaze her. She could feel his
cock rubbing against her bottom, then he lifted her a
little and slid her down onto it, pushing it in as deep as
he could.

"Lean back," he instructed.

Buffy did what he wanted, trapping her hair between
her back and his chest.

He rubbed himself against the soft fall of hair as he
lifted her up and down, thrusting slowly up into her.

"Mmm...nice," she murmured, enjoying the slow, un-
hurried pace of his strokes.

"I knew you'd like it," he replied, gently bouncing her
in his lap.

Buffy more than liked it. This was a new position for
them, which made it doubly arousing.

Since his hands were busy, she sent her own hand
down and began to play with her clit. She rubbed it
gently at first, then a little harder.

He could see what she was doing, and his lust ratcheted
up several degrees. "Good girl," he encouraged her. "Keep
doing that...rub it harder..."

She did, and it released a fresh flow of wetness that
coated his dick as it withdrew, and slid back in.

When he heard her breathing become ragged, he began
whispering in her ear. "That feels good, doesn't it? You
like playing with yourself while I fuck you...I can tell...you're
all wet and slippery...juicy...tight little pussy, s'what you've
got...it likes my cock in there...yeah....tighter...make it
tighter..."

Moaning loudly, Buffy clamped down on his dick, grind-
ing her ass into his crotch.

"Use...your other hand, too," he pleaded. "Play with your
tits...squeeze 'em....that's it...get your fingers wet...pretend
it's my tongue."

Instead of wetting them in her own mouth, Buffy slipped
her fingers into his. Spike sucked them eagerly, pumping
his hips a little faster.

She pulled herself free with a wet sucking sound, then
rubbed her nipples with her finger and thumb, spreading his
saliva on it.

Pushing every other thought from his mind, Spike began
hammering into her hard and fast. "Fuck....Buffy...Buffy...my
baby....come on...do it....come with me! Now....oh, fucking
bloody hell, do it now....now....NOW!!!!...."

Digging his fingers into her hips, he exploded inside of her,
drenching her womb as he ejaculated.

The same moment that the pleasure sky-rocketed through
him, he moved one hand and placed it over the one she was
rubbing herself with, making her come hard and fast.

When she was able to form a coherent thought, she
marveled all over again at the intensity of her orgasm.

No other man in the entire world could make her feel
the way she did now, she was dead certain about that.


~~~~~~~~~~
"He's the real thing
The pure delighter
He's the all nighter."
~~~~~~~~~~

TBC.....

Title: The Allnighter
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Gratefully accepted
Summary: It's a rainy night in Sunnydale,
and Buffy gives Spike a call. This is an
alternate season 6 setting, but this Buffy
is in a much better mood.

This is the final chapter in the series.
Oh, and there's no plot. Just gratuitous
sex.



Part four...



~~~~~~~~~~
"Other guys come and go
They may try, but they don't know
Every girl needs special care.."
~~~~~~~~~~



Halfway up the stairs, he had her pinned to the
wall. With his hands holding her bottom and
her legs wrapped around his waist, he was thrust-
ing vigorously in and out of her. His mouth devoured
hers, as their hips clashed in brutal rhythm.

* * * * * * * *

They climbed out of the shower and Buffy stood
patiently while Spike dried every inch of her with a
soft towel.

When he was finished, he pulled on his jeans,
then buttoned her up in the shirt he had been wearing.

"You look adorable," he said, smiling down at her. The
shirt reached below her knees, and he had to roll the
sleeves up three times to find her hands.

After kissing him for the compliment, she grabbed
his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen. Sitting
on the counter, he watched as she melted chocolate
and washed strawberries.

Some of the chocolate actually did coat the fruit. The
rest of it....


* * * * * * * *

In the living room once again, Buffy stood up to
adjust the curtains. The moment she leaned over
the back of the sofa, he was on his feet behind her,
rubbing his crotch against her bare bottom.

Sliding his arms around her waist, he lifted her and
moved her to the end of the sofa. "Bend over."

She lowered her upper body over the padded arm
of the couch, and braced her feet on the floor.

Spike lifted the tail of his shirt, pushing it up until
it was around her waist. He slid his hands back
down, fondling and patting the curves of her rear.

"So pretty," he murmured. Sending one hand around
front, he rubbed her labia with his fingers. "And so
fuckable."

Buffy's eyes nearly crossed. "Well...what are you
waiting for?"

He snickered. "What do you want, gorgeous?"

"Fuck me," she demanded.

"Just like that?" He attempted to sound shocked and
appalled, but couldn't quite carry it off. "You know, when I
was a young man...a young MORTAL man....we'd have
called you a wanton hussy for talking that way. A right
fast piece of goods."

"Piece of what?"

"Never mind," he said, shaking his head as he continued
to caress her. "Somebody's very wet."

"Spike," Buffy fretted. "Stop teasing."

"I'm not teasing, luv. You're really very wet and...hey!
Down you get!"

She tried to straighten up, fully intending to walk out
on him and deal with things herself, but he forced her
back down, a little roughly.

Buffy felt a definite twinge down in her vitals. She tested
him by trying to raise up again, but was shoved back
into position.

"Get down and stay down," he said, lowering his voice
to that demanding husky growl that always gave her
goosebumps.

"What if I don't want to?" she asked, pretending to struggle
with him.

"I didn't ask you what you wanted," he replied, giving her
a firm slap on her rear. "Be still until I tell you to move."

Holding her breath, Buffy obeyed.

"That's a good little girl," Spike praised her. Holding her
down with one hand, he undid the fastenings of his jeans
with the other and pulled out his erect shaft. Leaning forward
a bit, he rubbed the head of it against her moist sex. "Still
want me to fuck you?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, digging her fingers into the sofa
cushion.

"Beg me!"

She could practically hear the grin he was sporting in his
voice. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Please fuck me, Spike.
Please. I really need you."

He rewarded her by slipping the head of his dick into
her. "Want a little more?"

"Oh, yeah," she moaned, perfectly sincere. "I want it all."

She tried to push back against him for a deeper pene-
tration, but he prevented it. "Hold on, baby," he said,
burying himself with one violent thrust.

Buffy emitted a harsh grunt. "Unh! Oh...oh, God, yeah!"

He moved one hand up her back and took a handful
of her hair, yanking her head back. "Tell me you like it."

"I like it," she panted as he began to thrust and with-
draw. "I like it...I love it...harder...do it harder!"

His hips began to ram forward. "Lift your ass a little
bit more."

Buffy raised up on her toes, bracing herself more securely
against the sofa.

With one hand on her hip, and the other still fisted in
her hair, he began to plunge faster into her. His balls
impacted softly against her thighs.

"Such a beautiful ass." His voice was husky and
a little strained. "Like a peach. Soft and firm at the
same time."

She responded with a whimpering little moan.

"You like it when we fuck like this...don't you? When
we fuck like animals."

Buffy tried to speak, but her voice just wouldn't
cooperate. She nodded.

"Push back against me now...that's right...pretty
girl...so fucking pretty."

Spike released her hair and took a firmer hold
on her hips, pounding into her like the animal he
claimed to be.

She became wetter and more pliant with every
hard thrust. When she felt him reach around and
begin to finger her clit, she exploded with a burst
of pleasure that started in her sex and radiated
throughout her body.

"Oh...fuck!" he grunted through clenched teeth. "Your
pussy feels like a fist when you come...way it squeezes
me..."

He surged into her, pumping furiously. It wasn't
long before she felt his entire body stiffen for an
instant, then his hips jerked in spasms of pleasure
as he ejaculated.

Collapsing forward, he covered the back of her
neck with sloppy kisses. "Buffy...baby," he groaned,
holding her tightly. "My beautiful little..slayer."

She smiled, reaching behind her to caress him. "My
vampire," she murmured possessively.

"Yes...yours, luv. All yours."


~~~~~~~~~~
"He's so bad, he's so good
Makes her feel just the way it should
Nobody else can take her there"
~~~~~~~~~~


"I've always wanted to do this."

"What...wrestle me into the back seat of your car?"

"Uh-huh." He pulled on her legs until she was reclining
against the seat cushions. "Been keeping it nice and
clean, just in case the opportunity ever presented itself."

After a short break for nutritional purposes, he had
ordered her to go upstairs and dress in the most demure
and schoolgirlish manner she could put together. Since
her wardrobe didn't exactly qualify, she'd raided Dawn's
closet and came out in a plaid skirt, a white button down
shirt her sister had outgrown long ago, and a pair of white
knee socks and black loafers. She had then gone to the
rather silly extreme of putting her hair in pigtails and tying
a red ribbon around each one.

When she'd presented herself for inspection, Spike had
nearly been salivating.

Grabbing her hand, he had hauled her out to his car
and practically thrown her into the back seat, then climbed
in after her. For safety's sake, he'd pulled the car into the
garage and closed it's door behind them.

Then, turning to face her, he'd explained the roles they
were going to play.

* * * * * * * *

"Come, on Buffy....just one kiss. Just a little one?" he
coaxed.

"That's what they all say," she replied, trying to sound
sixteen again. "Then I kiss them and they turn from a
sheep into a wolf. No."

Spike moved a little closer. "Well, you can't blame a
fella, Buffy....you're so pretty. A guy looks at you, all
he can think about is kissing you." He slipped one hand
around her shoulder.

Although she couldn't manufacture a blush, she giggled
softly. "Really? You think I'm pretty?"

"Oh, yeah," he said sincerely. "You're the prettiest girl
in the whole school." Tilting her face up with one finger
under her chin, he gave her his most charming smile.

She placed one hand on his shoulder to hold him
back. "Well....I guess one little kiss won't hurt."

Spike put his hand on her waist and pulled her a little
closer, then pressed his lips to her tightly closed ones.

"Open your mouth, Buffy," he said, pulling back.

She looked at him in simulated horror. "Ewww...you
want me to french kiss you? That's not a little kiss."

He grinned. "But, they're the best kind of kisses."

"Yuck...no way."

"You ever done it before?" he asked.

"No....have you?"

"Yeah...it's great. Let me show you. If you don't like
it, I'll stop."

She gave him a doubtful look. "You will?"

"Swear to God."

Before she could say another word, he pounced.

* * * * * * * *

When they finally made it back into the house, carrying
their clothing, it was nearly 5:00 in the morning. Sunrise
was no more than a hour away.

Locking up the doors, Buffy turned out the downstairs
lights and grabbed Spike's hand. "Come on."

He gave her a puzzled look, although he followed after
her to her bedroom.

Watching as she closed and locked the shutters, he
began to dress.

"What are you doing?" she asked, climbing into bed.

"Getting ready to go," he shrugged. "Night's over, luv."

Buffy glared at him. "The night may be over, but you're
not going anywhere."

He stopped buttoning his shirt. "I'm not?"

"You're not," she said firmly. "Now, come to bed and let's
get some sleep."

Spike stripped everything back off and joined her in bed.

"You sure about this?" he asked, pulling her into his
arms.

"Yeah. Now, go to sleep. I'd say you've earned a little
rest, and....you'll need your strength," she said, snuggling
down against him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, luv.....sweet dreams."


~~~~~~~~~~
"He's the real thing
The pure delighter
He's the all nighter.."
~~~~~~~~~~

The End

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