Title: Any Last Requests
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Rating: NC-17

Summary: This takes place sometime in
early season 2, but doesn't follow the
show's canon. For the sake of simplicity,
let's pretend there never was an Angel.


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The battle was over, and the war was lost. The slayer
had been kicked and punched over every inch of the
park.

No matter that she had given as good as she'd got. In
the end, the vampire was the victor. She was now just
another notch on his belt, another slayer killed.

"You put up a good fight, luv. I gotta admit, you haven't
been easy to kill."

Buffy stared up into his narrowed golden eyes. "I'm not
dead, yet."

Spike merely laughed, giving her a good look at the razor
sharpness of his fangs. Holding her arms pinned down, he
lowered his head to the tender flesh of her throat.


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"Any last requests?"
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He didn't expect an answer. Or, if he did, he would have
expected to hear, "Go to hell" or "Get it over with",
or maybe even, "Fuck you!"

But this slayer, this sassy mouthed little bitch, con-
stantly surprised him. The moment he'd seen her, he
had known she would be a formidable opponent.

It was almost disappointing, having it over with so
quickly.

The first two slayers he'd killed hadn't even lasted
through one fight. He'd killed them quickly, then gone on
his way without a second thought.

But this one was different. They'd been circling each other
for months now, challenging each other, struggling to
put an end to it once and for all.

He'd tried. She'd tried. Neither had succeeded...until
tonight.

Now, it was over, and he felt a pang of regret. Kind of a
shame that such a valiant little warrior was going out
so soon.

For a moment, he considered turning her. As a slayer,
she was powerful; as a vampire, she'd be unstoppable.

No. Bad idea. If he turned her, he'd be the first one
she came after.

She had to die. It was too bad though, because when all
was said and done, life hadn't been dull with her around.

He was sick and tired of fights where the outcome was
so predictable, such a foregone conclusion. He liked a
challenge, and she had delivered one, over and over
again.

Now, at this moment, he had to acknowledge a grudging
respect for her. She'd fought a good fight. Even when she
must have known she would lose, she hadn't given up. This
slayer was tenacious and stubborn, determined to win.

She was a lot like him.


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"Any last requests?"
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Well, yeah. She had a whole bunch of last requests,
but she seriously doubted he would grant any of them.

What could she say? 'Please don't kill me! I'm too
young to die?'

Cliched, but true.

She WAS too young to die, dammit! There was too much
she hadn't done.

Not that HE would care. There would be no mercy from
this one, and there was no percentage in asking for any.

Buffy hated him. Not for what he was, but for what he was
about to do...what he was about to steal.

He was robbing her of her chance to experience even the
most basic things in life.

For instance...sex.

Her body had barely made the change from child to woman. She
had feelings and desires that she hadn't even begun to explore
yet. An intense yearning for something she didn't fully
understand....and now, never would.

Unless....


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"Any last requests?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Yes."

Her response surprised and annoyed him. Stupid girl,
didn't know a rhetorical question when she heard one.

Still..he had offered, so he had to ask.

"What is it?"

"I...I don't want to die a virgin."

Of all the millions of possible replies, this was one he
would never have expected to hear. Or...to respond to.

Her words, spoken in that babyish little voice, caused
an unexpected jolt of arousal.

She couldn't mean this the way it sounded...could she?
Not with him, anyway.

Mentally shrugging his shoulders, he decided there was
only one way to find out what she was thinking.

"I'm not letting you go." A warning.

"I know." Acceptance.

"If you don't want to die a virgin...there's only one way."

"All right."

Sex with a slayer? She was offering it to him.

Could he? Should he?

No! No, absolutely not. The whole idea was just
too bizarre.

Or, maybe.....

There were a lot of strange thoughts and complicated
ideas mucking up his brain at the moment, but one of
them shone through as clear as spring water.

**If fighting with her is this good, imagine how sex with
her would be!**

This wasn't exactly a new thought for him. If forced to
admit it, he'd been asking himself that same question
from the moment he'd first laid eyes on her. Watching
her dance in such a provocative and erotic manner had
made him instantly hard.

Every man in that club had wanted her luscious body
and dreamy eyes, himself included.

And she knew it.

The sway of her hips, the sidelong flirting glances over
her shoulder, the seductive and secret smile on her
expressive mouth.

Oh, she had known exactly what she was doing.

And she was a VIRGIN for Christ's sake. Inexperienced
and untried.

That meant that it all just came naturally to her.

The sexiness, the "come and get it" body language
she used wasn't contrived. It was just her, the way she
was.

Mouthwatering. Absolutely and completely mouth-
watering.


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"Any last requests?"
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Buffy had surprised him. She'd seen it in his eyes.

Well...she had surprised herself, too. Asking a vampire
to take her virginity! Her watcher would drop dead if he'd
heard her.

What choice did she have, though? She was going to die
in a few minutes. This was her only chance to experience
something that she'd only read about.

IF the vampire agreed with it, that is. He might very
well just laugh at her and tear her throat out.

But, if he was going to do that, wouldn't he have done
it by now?

Staring up at him, she suddenly noticed that the demonic
mask was gone from his face, leaving his human countenance.

Oh, it WAS pleasing to the eye. She had become aware
of it on the night they'd crossed paths for the first time. Blue
eyes, so dark they almost looked black. The sharp angles of
his cheekbones and jaw. A mouth that looked as it loved to
kiss and to be kissed.

Would he kiss her?

And...if he did...would she like it?


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Any last requests?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


His body was double crossing him, making him
want....things.

Making him want her.

Want a slayer? How did THAT happen? WHEN had
it happened?

The moment he first saw her? The first time they'd
fought?

Or...right here and now? After feeling her soft body
beneath him, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her
hair?

**I want...I want...I want...**

Well, why shouldn't he? Slayer or not, she was a pretty
girl. A VERY pretty girl. Big green eyes. Flawless com-
plexion. Long, thick honey colored hair.

And that mouth. Baby pink lips, moist and slightly parted.
Small, even white teeth, and the cutest little tongue he'd
ever....

**No! Just stop this..**

He tried to push the thought away. She wasn't for him at
all.

**Just kill her now, and end it forever** his demon hissed
in his ear.

Spike lowered his head, fully intending to sink his fangs
into her vulnerable neck and bathe in her blood...only to
stop short when the slayer suddenly parted her legs,
causing his lower body to wedge itself between her thighs.

Instinctively, he pressed down hard, grinding his pelvis
into hers.

Beneath him, Buffy inhaled sharply and lifted her hips
to return the pressure.

At that point, Spike's body told his brain to go away
and leave him alone. With no further hesitation, he
captured the slayer's mouth with his.

Parting her lips with his tongue, he slid it into her mouth
in search of her's, groaning when she began to suck it
rhythmically.

Tearing his lips away, he began kissing a path down
the soft skin of her throat.

Buffy arched her back. Placing her hands on his chest,
she slipped them beneath the shoulders of his coat.

Understanding her purpose, Spike rose to his knees and
shrugged the garment off, tossing it to one side.

He looked down at Buffy, laying perfectly still and
watching him with wide eyes.

"You sure this is what you want?" he offered, giving
her one last chance to back out.

Buffy nodded. "Uh-huh."

Spike unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper
of his jeans. "All right, then."

Falling back down, he caught himself on his hands,
his outstretched arms keeping most of his weight off
of her. Smiling, he lowered his head and whispered, "Touch
me."


TBC.....
Feedback? Why, yes, thank you!

Part two.....


Instead of doing what he obviously wanted her to do, Buffy
reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. If this was
going to be her one and only shot at sex, she wanted to
experience it fully.

Spike said nothing. He just smiled and waited patiently
while she worked at the buttons.

Once they were all undone, she parted the sides of the
red cotton shirt and began to pull his t-shirt out of the
waistband of his loosened jeans.

Her hands explored him, a little shyly. She pushed the
t-shirt up until she could see his bare chest. Underneath
the layers of clothing he usually wore, he was hiding
a very nice body.

Even though he was slender, he had good muscle
definition. His abdomen was particularly attractive, hard and
firm, with another layer of corded muscle above his trim
waist.

"Want me to take it off?" he asked.

Buffy nodded. "Uh-huh."

Obediently, Spike rose to his knees and pulled off the
red top shirt, tossing it on the ground. His t-shirt followed
after, but instead of dropping it, he rolled it into a ball and
placed it under the back of her head, making a small
pillow of it for her.

She was mesmerized by the sight of his body. Firm
and well built, and so masculine. He was, she had to
admit, beautifully made...with a wonderfully handsome
face to go along with the rest of the package.

"Sit up," he said suddenly. Moving back a little, he
took her hands and pulled her into a sitting position.

It would have been a good opportunity to try and escape,
but her head wasn't clear enough to realize it. The only
thing she could concentrate on was what they were about
to do.

"I want to see you, too," he murmured, reaching for the
hem of her sweater and pulling it up and off.

Buffy blushed under the intense scrutiny of his deep
blue eyes. Although it was embarrassing to be studied
so thoroughly, she was glad she was wearing nice under-
garments.

Her bra and panties were a matched set, light pink satin
with lace trim. They were almost brand new, and so had no
snags or worn spots on the bra, and no stains from her
period on the panties.

"You know," he said, his voice husky with desire, "you
really are very beautiful...and very sexy."

His words deepened her blush, but also pleased her, and
she smiled. Wanting to return the compliment, she
lowered her eyes from his probing gaze and whispered, "So
are you."

He appeared to be quite delighted with her demeanor. Placing
one finger beneath her chin, he tilted her face up. "Can I
kiss you?"

Buffy answered him by closing her eyes and offering him
her lips. He chuckled and leaned over. "Open your mouth a
little, kitten."

She parted her lips and waited.

Spike slid his hands into her hair and raised her face a
bit more. Their kiss started out gentle, but soon began to
change into a wildly possessive and passionate encounter.

Forcing her mouth to open more, he slipped his tongue
past the barrier of her moist lips and deeply inside of her
mouth, searching for hers.

Even though she wasn't experienced with the type of kiss
he was giving her, Buffy soon found that instinct and desire
could make up for a lack of first hand knowledge.

Her tongue played with his, twining around it and then
following it back into his mouth.

With a soft moan, he sucked on it sweetly.

While they continued to kiss, Spike reached behind
her and unfastened her bra with one smooth, practiced
motion. The lingerie slid down her arms, and he filled
both of his hands with the soft, warm mounds of her
breasts.

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No boy had ever touched her there before, not even on
top of her clothing, and Buffy was amazed at how good
it felt to have him play with her this way. He squeezed and
fondled, molding her flesh to the contours of his hands. Pushing
them together, he moved his thumbs back and forth over
the hard centers, coaxing a soft whimper from her throat.

It was the most intense pleasure her untried body had ever
known. Until....

Tearing his mouth from her trembling lips, Spike nuzzled
a trail of kisses over her cheek and down the side of her
neck. He tongued the hollow at the base of her throat,
then kissed the smooth skin between her breasts.

Buffy dragged in a sharp breath at the first touch of
his mouth on her sensitive nipples. He changed sides
frequently, giving each one ample attention as he went
from drawing slow circles around them, to flicking his
tongue rapidly back and forth.

Dizzy at the hot waves that rolled up and down her
spine, she arched her back, wanting a deeper touch,
but unable to articulate her desire.

He seemed to know what she wanted, and he opened
his mouth around one nipple, suckling it voraciously.

Oh. Oh, yes. This is what she'd wanted to feel. This
mind numbing thrill that began at the place his lips
were fastened, then radiated through her body, all
the way to her very fingertips.

Spike released the rose colored bud from his mouth
and went searching for it's twin. Taking it in deeply, he
swirled his tongue around and around, then bit down
on it gently.

"D'ya like that?" he whispered against her skin.

"Yes."

"Good."

Raising his head, he positioned her on her knees
and placed one hand on the back of her head, drawing
her forward. "You do it, too."

She blushed from her hairline to her toes, but moved
to do as he wanted. Extending her tongue, she imitated
his previous touches, licking and sucking the light
brown circles on his chest.

"Mmmm...that tongue of yours is so sweet," he
said, stroking her hair softly.

Buffy grinned, pleased by his words. "It is?"

"Yes," he laughed. "It is. Oh...more, baby. Go lower
down."

She complied, trailing her tongue down the middle
of his chest as her fingers gripped his waist.

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"Lie back, now. I want to show you something."

Buffy pulled away, letting him maneuver her down onto
her back. She tensed slightly when he began to unbutton
her jeans.

Spike felt her stiffening, and looked up at her. "S'all right,
kitten. Just relax. I'm going to make you feel very good."

Willing her limbs to soften beneath his touch, she felt
the cool denim slide down her hips, over her thighs, and
then off her completely. Her heart beat began to pick up
significantly as she came face to face with the knowledge
that she was lying on the ground, wearing nothing but her
black leather boots and a pair of lacy underpants.

Which he was pulling down!!!

"These are very pretty," he said, smiling wickedly. "But
they're in my way." He tugged them off and lifted them to
his nose, inhaling her scent. "Mmm," he murmured appreciatively.
"Makes me dizzy." Winking at her, he stuffed the scrap of lace
into the back pocket of his jeans.

Buffy was about to protest this theft of her underwear, when
she remembered that she'd be dead soon, and would have no
real use for them anymore. She could only hope that whoever
handled her body at the funeral home would be make certain
that they were replaced.

Spike was moving his hands down her outer thighs. "The boots
can stay on," he said, cocking his head to one side. "They're
sexier than hell."

Slipping his hands between her legs, he pried them apart. Buffy
instinctively resisted, and he had to apply some real pressure
to get where he wanted.

When he had her legs spread, he settled between them. "I
want to taste you," he informed her, making himself at home.

Buffy's entire body turned red, as the hot blood
rushed to all her extremities.

"Do what?" she asked, her voice squeaky as a
nervous mouse cornered by a cat.

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Spike paused, looking up at her. He had forgotten
for a moment who and what he was dealing with
here.

Virginal little slayers couldn't be expected to know all
the different variations of the sex act. This girl, for all her
toughness and fierce fighting ability, was totally innocent
when it came to matters of the flesh.

And, tonight, it was his job to teach her. To explain...and
to demonstrate...everything.

**Oh, this night is just getting better and better.**


TBC....

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Part 3



"I said," he repeated deliberately, not wanting any
misunderstandings about his intentions at this point. "I
want to taste you. Now, don't get nervous. I won't bite.
Yet."

Lowering his head, he kissed her inner thigh, inhaling
the fragrance that she was unknowingly giving off.

"I mean to taste you here," he said, running one finger
up the cleft of her sex and putting a tiny amount of pressure
on her clitoris. He heard her gasp sharply, and saw the
moisture he'd induced begin to seep out of her. "Do you
feel how wet you are?"

Buffy's eyes opened wide as she stared up at the moon.
"Yes," she panted.

Spike licked his lips, savoring the anticipation. "That's
your body, preparing itself for mine. The wetter I make you,
the easier it'll be for me to get inside."

"Uh-huh." Should she be taking notes? Oh, no...that's
right. She'd be dead soon.

"Are you ready?" he asked considerately.

"I guess so."

"Then relax your thighs, luv...that's it...little bit more...let
me in.." With no further hesitation, he leaned forward and
placed his mouth over her.

Buffy had to clap one hand over her own mouth to keep from
screaming out loud at the liquid, swirling motion of his
tongue as it slid up and down, up and down...licking her
hard, then softly, then hard again.

"Fuck....you taste sensational." He broke away for a
moment, his tongue lapping up the trickle of wetness
tracing down between her thighs. "Like a ripe...juicy
little peach...and so smooth."

Due to her preference for thong underwear and skimpy
bathing suits, Buffy was careful to keep herself clean
shaven down below. She had never in a million
years dreamed that there was another benefit to such
a practice, outside of the aesthetic one.

Now, as her body flashed from hot to cold, then
back to hot, she was becoming all too aware of the
other reason; the feel of his cool, wet tongue moving
over her bare skin was heavenly in the most sinful
way possible.

"Christ," he muttered, rubbing his cheek against her
soft mound, "I could lick and suck you all night, luv."

Something was happening...building...down in the
depths of her body. A tiny flame had been ignited with
his first touch, and every time he dragged his tongue
along her slit, it stoked that fire a bit higher and a bit
hotter. Any minute now, something was going to happen
that would cause it to blaze out of control.

"I'm gonna do something different now, babe. Right here,"
he said, placing the tip of his index finger at the apex of
her sex, "is the sweet spot. I want to suck on it. Softly
at first, then a little harder. Gonna suck it and make you
come...in my mouth."

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This time, she couldn't hold back the scream. Her
hands were too busy trying to anchor her body to the earth.

Spike's mouth closed around her clit, and he did just
as he'd told her he would do...sucked softly and sweetly
for a moment, then began drawing on her harder.

The wetness flowed forth abundantly into his mouth,
and he growled with satisfaction as he drank it down.

Buffy had no control over her body anymore. It was
pretty much doing what it wanted to do....what HE
wanted it to do. Her hips lunged up, seeking the sweet
suction he applied. Her hands finally released their
grip on terra firma and plunged into the platinum blond
silk of his hair, holding him in place. Her feet ground
into the damp sod, her bootheels tearing up large chunks of
it.

Spike sensed the oncoming wave of orgasm, and
applied his mouth more studiously to the task of
getting her off. He felt strong and powerful in a way he'd
not experienced before. This beautiful, blazingly hot
slayer was writhing and moaning under the spell his
tongue was weaving, and it was wonderful to see and
hear and taste.

Drinking up the rush of fluid she was producing, he
felt as though he could live on it forever. It was far sweeter
than any blood he'd ever tasted.

Buffy was whining and panting, and lunging upwards so
strongly that he had to take a firmer hold on her hips.

Gripping her fiercely, he sucked harder and harder,
unable to stifle the grunts of pleasure coming from him
as he went at her.

When she was just about to come, he pulled away
for a moment. "Look at me," he ordered her. When her
beautiful green eyes locked with his, he bent his head
again and took her back into his mouth, sucking at her
until her body arched and her throat released a scream
of pure pleasure.

And as she began to come down, Spike stayed between
her legs, licking her clean of all the fluids he had coaxed
from her responsive body, feeling slightly drunk on them.


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A few minutes later, with his head pillowed on Buffy's
thigh, he looked up at her and grinned. "Sweetest pussy
I've ever had my tongue in," he said.

Buffy, too wrung out to reply, smiled back at him.

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"How do you feel, luv?"

"Good. Really, really good."

Spike moved up her body and flopped onto his back. "You
want to keep going then?"

She was a little surprised by the question. He almost
sounded as though he...cared.

"Yes," she said quickly. "I'm still a virgin. You...you won't
let me die this way, right?"

He frowned briefly. For some reason, hearing her put it
that way bothered him, and he was no longer sure that he
really wanted her dead.

Shaking off the moment of doubt, he turned over and
propped himself over her, leaning on his forearms. "Course
not, kitten. I promise I'll do right by you."

The warm night air was drying the light sheen of sweat
on her body as she turned onto her side and cleared her
throat. "I was wondering if..."

He waited, then prompted her. "If what, luv?"

"I...I read once in this book...that...well, these two people
were...you know...having sex..."

Her cheeks were as red as it was possible for them to be,
and her shyness charmed him. It really was adorable. "Yeah?"
he said coaxingly.

Certain that if she kept on babbling he would think she
was an idiot, she decided to just be as blunt as possible.

"What you just did to me? I wondered if...if I could do it
to you? If it would..be all right with you?"

Spike smiled, absolutely delighted at the suggestion. "I
don't think it's possible to tell you how all right with me
it is," he said. "You sure?"

Buffy was only sure about one thing...she wanted to
experience every aspect of sex before she settled
in for the big dirt nap.

"I've never done it before," she said haltingly. "Maybe
you could...tell me how to do it...to make it feel good."

He sat up and tugged off his boots and socks, then
rose to his knees and shoved his jeans down and off.

Taking her hand, he pressed a quick kiss into her
soft palm. "It's easy, luv," he told her, wrapping his
tongue around her index finger. "Just like this."

Buffy watched, fascinated, as he slid her finger in and
out of his mouth, sucking it gently. She grabbed his
other hand and began doing the same thing to him.

Spike couldn't believe how powerfully arousing her
mouth felt. And if it felt THAT good on his finger...

God...he couldn't wait!


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His skin was softer than she'd expected. Like velvet
stretched over a steel bar.

When she closed her fingers around his shaft,
he hissed in through his teeth and she froze. "Is
that wrong?"

"Oh, no...no, luv. S'perfect. Don't stop."

He was leaning back on his hands, watching as
she caressed and fondled him.

"You can do it a little tighter, kitten. Ahh...that's
it. Good girl."

Buffy tightened her grip on him, enjoying the fact
that her touch seemed to be pleasing him.

His shaft was as perfectly made as the rest of his
body. Long and thick, with a blunt, bell shaped head
that was large and swollen. Pearly drops of fluid
oozed out of the slit, and she lifted one away. Testing
it's sticky consistency between two fingers, she
stared at it, her tongue wetting her lips.

"Taste it," he urged her. "Lick it off your finger."

She started to do as he said, pausing when he
added, "No. Look at me when you do it. I want to
see your eyes."

Locking her gaze with his, she slowly brought her
finger up and licked the drop of semen from it.

"Oh, fucking hell," he muttered hoarsely. "Do you
have any idea how incredibly sexy you are, girl?"

Smiling at him, pleased by the compliment, Buffy
slid her finger into her mouth and then back out,
sucking the taste of him from her skin.

Spike let one hand move up her arm and delve into
the thick skein of her hair. Exerting a small amount
of pressure, he guided her head down to his lap.

"Do it now, luv," he whispered. "Suck me. Open your
little mouth and...oh, yeah...that's right...just let it
slide in...oh...your mouth is so hot...Buffy, luv...so
good..."

The shaky tone of his voice made her bolder. She
clambered over him, moving her mouth up and down
his rigid cock and letting her long hair trail over his
chest and stomach.

She experimented with pace and pressure, and
when she made a soft humming sound of happiness,
he gasped, almost trembling with the effort of
remaining still for her.

"Oh, God...that's so sweet," he murmured, stroking
her hair back so he could watch her glossy lips slide
up and down his hard pole.

Buffy couldn't manage to take all of him in, there was
just too much of it. A little over halfway down, he hit
her gag reflex.

"Use your tongue, now," he instructed. "Lick me...up
and down."

That was easier, and she went about the task with
great enthusiasm. She found the salty, creamy taste
of him surprisingly enjoyable.

He seemed almost helpless beneath the touch
of her mouth. It was an interesting contradiction, such
strength and power being so vulnerable.

"Darling," he whispered, gripping handfuls of her
hair, "you'll have to stop...or I'll...Buffy...luv, stop."

Buffy didn't want to stop. She had an idea as to what
he was talking about, and she wanted to make it
happen. Ignoring him, she gripped the back of his
thighs harder and forced him deeper into her mouth.

At that point, Spike gave up trying to control her in
any way. The little chit was obviously determined to
have it all, and who was he to deny her?

His hands gentled in her hair, and he began to lift his
hips in shallow thrusting motions.

So close....he was so....fucking....close...

"Oh...yeah...Buffy...I'm..I'm gonna come...now, baby...
now...ahhhhh..." He convulsed, and exploded with
pleasure.

Pulsing spurts of fluid emptied into her mouth, making
her shudder and shake with the energy he was
expending.

Without a clue in the world what else to do, she
swallowed it, then wiped her mouth on the back of
her hand.

When she finally worked up the nerve to look at him,
she was surprised to see him staring back at her with
a look of...she could swear it was tenderness...in his
eyes.

Laying her cheek against the hard muscle of his belly,
she asked him if he was okay.

He responded with a soft laugh, and a fond ruffling
of her hair. "God...you are amazing, girl. I can't wait
to be inside you."



TBC.....

Any Last Requests?


Part four.....

**********

Buffy swallowed hard. "Is it time for that, yet?"

"Do you want it to be?" Spike asked, smiling with a
distinct feeling of....was it TENDERNESS churning
around inside of him?!

Where the hell had THAT come from?

"Well," she said, fiddling with a piece of her hair. "You're
going to kill me afterwards, right?"

Kill her? Was he?

He must still be feeling a bit out of it after the intense
orgasm she'd just given him....the best orgasm he could
remember having. Ever.

But...but she was so warm and soft. If he killed her, she
would be cold and empty inside.

Like he was.

Pressed against her naked body this way, Spike couldn't
even begin to think straight. "Shhh," he hushed her
absently, "Don't think about that. I want to..."

**Make love to you...**

"....fuck you, now. I'll make you....."

**Forget anything bad that's ever happened...**

"....feel good, I promise. It'll be ....."

**So wonderful we'll touch the stars together...**

"....fantastic, luv. I promise I won't..."

**Hurt you..**

"....hurt you."

Gentler than he'd planned on, he maneuvered her into
position, deciding to stick to the basic missionary for
their first...**First and last?**...time together.

He was flagrantly hard again. Just the thought of what
they were about to do had aroused him.

**Slayer....Buffy....what are you doing to me?**


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"What...what should I do?"

Although his mind teemed with delicious possibilities,
Spike simply stroked her hair back from her face. "No-
thing yet," he said softly. "You just lie there and let me
see to you."

Far from the quick, hard fuck he'd originally planned
on, he found himself captivated by the idea of taking her
slowly and sweetly, by gently stoking the innocent fire
just beginning to flare inside of her young body, turning
it to a conflagration of need...and want....and wild
satisfaction.

To make it...unforgettable.

He was slightly confused by the dubious logic of his last
thought. It sounded wrong somehow, but he wasn't interested
in examining it more carefully. Shaking off the feeling, he
bent his head and pressed his lips to the soft and vulnerable
flesh of her throat.

Buffy automatically tensed up in a gut reaction to having
a vampire's teeth in the vicinity of her neck.

Spike had been expecting it, and he soothed her like a
startled filly. "S'all right. I won't bite you, Buffy. Relax."

His tone was soft and reassuring as he propped himself
on one forearm, sending his free hand down to touch her
in the places where he now knew she liked being
touched.

Strong fingers ghosted down from her neck, gliding along
the hollow between her breasts. His hand moved and gathered
one soft mound, squeezing it gently, but firmly.

He smiled when she sighed.

Using his thumb and forefinger, he rolled and tugged
on her hard nipple.

He chuckled when she gasped.

As he began to repeat these motions on her other
breast, he dipped his head and took the first one into
his mouth, licking and sucking it with barely controlled
passion.

He groaned when she whimpered.

Buffy arched her back, forcing herself more deeply
into his mouth. She brought her hands up and held
his head at her breast, unwilling to let him continue if
it meant he'd have to stop what he was doing.

Struggling for a modicum of control, Spike sucked
harder, his hungry mouth devouring her, and when he
pulled back....he smiled; a ruthlessly sexy smile that
thrilled her all the way through.

Well....if she had to die....this was definitely the right
way to go!

His wandering hand moved on down her torso, stroking
the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip. Down, down to
her knee, then around the back of it and up to her inner
thigh.

Buffy felt her legs separate further.

"So eager," Spike said, kissing her throat. "Give me
your hand."

Taking it in his, he brought it down to the place where
they would soon be joined, making her fondle him. She
tightened her fingers around his hard shaft, stroking and
squeezing.

When droplets of semen began leaking from his
slit, he slipped his hand behind one thigh and raised
it slightly, opening her completely. Then, before she could
even react, he positioned himself and began to penetrate
her tight opening.

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It was like nothing he'd ever felt before in his entire
existence. Held securely in a warm, satin covered
glove.

She was hot, and wet, and unbelievably tight. So tight
that he had to exert real pressure to force himself past
the first barrier.

He heard her gasp sharply, and felt her instinctive
withdrawal. Unwilling to lose the ground he had gained,
he held onto her bottom and pushed himself slowly inside,
covering her mouth with his to muffle her scream.

Every ounce of control he had at his command was
working overtime to keep him from going off too soon. The
sensation of being in her was even better than he'd imagined
it would be.

Pressing his lips to the side of her face, he whispered
soothing words to her. "I know it hurts, baby...I know...just
stay with me and I'll...oh, God...I'll make it better...I promise.
Relax...that's it....that's my girl...so sweet...Buffy....kiss
me....please...."

Kisses from her...hot and sweet, freely given....a small bit of
heaven just for him....

He pulled out, gasping as her sheath clutched at his flesh,
trying to hold him in her. Careful not to withdraw completely,
he slid his length back in and held steady, giving her the time
she needed, tortuous as it was.

Spike hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he felt
her little hands cupping his face, and he opened them. Blazing
green fire was sparking in her gaze, and she was biting her
lower lip to the point of making it bleed.

He couldn't let that happen. If she drew blood....he would lose
his mind and ravish her with no care or consideration for her
pleasure. This little slayer...she really didn't understand how
powerful she was, what kind of control she could hold over
a man.

She could make a bloody slave of him, he had no doubt.

"Don't do that, kitten," he whispered, kissing and nuzzling her
until her teeth gave up their purchase, then sucking her slightly
swollen lip, soothing the sting away.

Her body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration that made
them slip and slide with delicious ease. Buffy bent her knees and
lifted her bottom a little, giving him an even deeper penetration.

"God....Buffy....yeah...oh, yeah...the way you move...you...you're
driving me....crazy...oh, fuck!...yes..."

His control long gone, Spike began to power drive into her,
forgetting that she was young and untouched, forgetting everything
except the wonderful slide and pull as their bodies came together
and came apart. Again...and again...and again...harder and faster and
deeper with every stroke...every thrust into her....it was perfect...it
was heaven....it was hell....and he never wanted to leave...ever.

Propping himself on his outstretched arms, he looked down
into her beautiful face. Her eyes were half closed, and she was
panting...grunting...with every thrust he slammed into her, her
lips moist, and trembling slightly.

She was pure, primitive woman. Nothing less.

"Look at me," he demanded.

Her eyes opened, staring up into his.

"Tell me....what you feel."

"I...I don't..." she stammered, confused and unable to con-
centrate.

He tried to help her out. "Does it feel good? Do you
like..having me....inside you...oh, Christ....Buffy!....you're
amazing, love...just bloody....amazing...do that again...so
tight...how do you...yes....ah, fuck!...unh...unh..."

Buffy dug her boot heels into the grass. Something was
going to happen...she could feel it...sense it...and it was
going to be so good. "S...Spike?" she panted. "I...oh!"

He canted his hips forward, just a little, just enough to
exert pressure on her clit when he shoved himself in.

With absolutely no idea why he needed so badly to
hear the answer, he kept asking the question; "Is that
good, baby? D'ya like it? Tell me....."

Buffy was almost past the point of coherent speech, but
there was this thing....this thing she had to tell him...it
was important...and she had to try and get the words
out.

"Spike...something is....I don't know....I need to...I
want...oh...what's happening?....oh, yes!....right there!"

He smiled, feeling like the most powerful being above
and below the surface of the earth. "You need to come,
baby," he whispered, pumping harder. "That's what...what's
about to happen...you...want to come...you can feel it."

Buffy arched her neck, keening softly in her throat.

"Don't worry, love....I'm gonna make you come....make
you come hard...just for me....only for me....gonna make
my girl feel...sooooo good...yeah...that's it....feel it?...you're
close....so damn close..."

Pounding in harder and faster still, his arms gave out and
he collapsed on top of her.

Her own arms wrapped around him, and he buried his face
against her neck.

"Buffy," he grunted, ramming into her like a machine. "Fuck
me back...fuck me hard....come on, baby...do it!...do it
for me....ahhh, yes...baby-baby-baby...MY baby...MY
girl...mine....mine....MINE...MINE....ALL...FUCKING...MINE!!"

The perfect bliss of mutual orgasm swamped them, making
them both cry out as the pleasure spasmed through them.

Emptying himself into her, giving her every last drop of
his seed, feeling his cock going off like a machine gun,
drenching her, soaking her....one thought kept repeating
itself over and over in his brain...

**Just who is teaching who?**


TBC.....

Any Last Requests
Part 5

A brief interlude....




"Thank you."

Buffy's voice was soft and a little sleepy sounding.

Spike lifted his head to look down into her hazy green
eyes. "For what, darling?"

"You know," she shrugged. "For giving me my last re-
quest. It was amazing."

He smiled, caressing her cheek. "You enjoyed it, then?"

"So much," she nodded. "You're awfully good at it."

She was being so polite that he almost wanted to
laugh, but he controlled the impulse. "It was a pleasure
deflowering you, love."

Her hands moved up and down his arms, stroking the
hard muscle of his biceps. "Would you do one more thing
for me?"

"What's that?" At this point, had she asked him to lasso
the moon for her, he'd have taken a shot at it.

"When you're done...I know this is a lot to ask, but...would
you please put my clothes back on? It's bad enough I'll be
dead...I don't want them to find me naked, too."

The thought of someone else seeing her the way he
was seeing her now....bothered him...for some reason.
No way he was gonna let someone come along and ogle
her nude body...dead OR alive.

"No problem," he said lightly.

"Thanks." Turning her head to one side, she exposed her
throat. "Go ahead."

Spike felt as though he was in the middle of a strange
dream, one that he couldn't wake up from...didn't want to
wake up from.

Lowering his head, he located the proper place to bite. Her
skin was warm and soft, and he could feel her pulse as her
blood pumped fast. Her heart beat was booming in her chest
like a kettle drum.

God...she smelled good. Like wildflowers growing in hot
sunshine.

He licked his lips and allowed his face to change. "Close
your eyes," he whispered.

Buffy did as he asked, tightening her hold on his upper
arms. "Will it hurt?" she asked softly, a diamond bright
tear trickled from her eye.

"Only for a moment," he answered. He set his fangs against
her skin.

She took a deep breath. "Okay...I'm ready."

Slowly, he began to bite down, and was shocked to his
core when he felt her hand lay gently on the back of his
neck, playing with his hair.

"Wait a minute," he said suddenly, jerking his head back
up before he broke her skin, and shaking off the demon.

SHE may have been ready...but HE wasn't!

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"What?" she asked, letting her breath back out.

He felt like an idiot for stopping, but he just couldn't
make himself go through with it...not yet.

"Well...I was just thinking," he said, trying to sound
casual about the whole thing. "Technically you're
not a virgin anymore, that's true, but...."

"But what?" Buffy turned her luminous green eyes
on him.

**Why the hell does she have to be so damn pretty?**

"I thought you might like to do something else before
you...um..."

"Die?"

"It's just that...there's lots more to sex than what we just
did, ya know. Different positions and such. Be a shame
if you missed out on the fun."

"Really?" she asked eagerly, smiling for him.

Oh, yeah. Really. Just the THOUGHT of it was making
him hard.

He returned her smile, nodding his head slowly.

Her hands slipped up and framed his face. Smoothing her
thumbs over the sharp edges of his cheekbones, she
offered him her lips. "Show me."

**Oh, I will, baby. I will.....**


TBC.....

Comments?

Any Last Requests?
Part 6


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

"Turn over."

Buffy's eyes widened. Turn over? What in the world
could he be planning that required her to turn over?

"Why?"

Spike laughed. "Don't look so worried, kitten. I don't
have anything horrible in mind for your innocent little
bottom." He took a hold of her hips and started to turn
her.

"My bottom? What's THAT supposed to mean?"

She was serious, he realized. She had no knowledge of
this at all...no way of knowing that the other entrance to her
body...below the waist...could play a part in the act of inter-
course.

Well, this was no time to take her down a road like
that. That kind of sex wasn't for inexperienced young
virgins who'd just surrendered their maidenhead not five
minutes ago. She'd had enough pain for one night, now
it was time to shower her with pleasure.

"Never mind," he said, continuing to ease her over onto
her front. "I want to take you like this...from behind."

Buffy felt her whole body blush, from hairline to the tips
of her toes...again. He said the most unbelievably out-
rageous and erotic things so casually, as if he was
teaching her how to dance instead of how to have
sex.

She did as he asked, distributing her weight evenly on
her hands and knees. Her breathing had already begun
to speed up, and her heart rate was meteoric by this
point.

Spike knelt behind her, placing his hands on the smooth
skin of her lower back. He moved them down, caressing
her hips and outer thighs, then he slipped one hand around
front and fingered her clitoris gently.

Buffy gasped, and her hips moved forward, searching for a
firmer touch.

His hand splayed open over her sex, squeezing and fondling
her. He used his free hand to grip his shaft and rub the head of
it up and down her labia. "Feel good?" he asked, smiling when
she whimpered like a kitten. "I like it, too. You're so damn wet
and hot...so creamy. Juicy."

Carefully, he eased the head of his cock just within her, not
really penetrating her yet. He pushed his hips forward enough to
keep it in place, then wrapped his hands around her waist.

"Now...you put it in," he instructed her.

"I...what...how?" She started to lift up one hand, but he stopped
her.

"No...just push back onto it. It's already where it needs to be. It'll
slide right in...ah...yeah...like that...good girl...oh, fuck..."

Buffy braced her hands and did as he said. Moving her hips back
slowly, she felt every slight give of her labia as his erection began
to penetrate her. He was allowing her to set the pace of his entry,
and she knew he was doing it for her.

His fingers stroked her waist, sliding around to rub over her
abdomen as she sank back onto him.

Christ....she was still so amazingly tight! He felt like he was
sliding his dick into warm cream. As he moved in deeper, he
felt her clenching those internal slayer muscles around him,
and it nearly drove him out of his mind, forcing him to make a
conscious effort not to start hammering in like an animal.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged her, burying himself to the
hilt. "I want to see how deep I can get it."

"Uh...this would be about it," she replied, struggling to keep
her knees from abandoning her.

Spike chuckled. Fucking adorable...that's what she was.

Withdrawing from her, careful not to leave completely, he
held her hips and slid his length back in. Much to his surprise,
and without being told, she pushed back to meet his thrust.

"Good girl," he murmured, almost cross eyed with pleasure
as her juicy little pussy enveloped him. He wanted to come
already, and it was taking everything he had not to.

Buffy's fingers dug into the ground as her head tilted
back. She could see the stars glittering over her head,
the only witnesses to their play.

Spike began to pump into her a little faster, somewhat
shocked at how fiercely she was beginning to respond.

Fuck...this girl should be illegal! She was just too damn
perfect to be real. Slayer or not, he didn't care anymore.

He wasn't going to be able to give her up. He'd known it
from the moment he touched her...really touched her.

Buffy...the slayer...was going to belong to him, and him
alone. No fucking way was any other man gonna put a
hand on her. If one tried...he'd tear him into bloody chunks.

"Mine...mine...mine..." he grunted with each thrust. His
fingers dug into her hips so deeply that he knew he'd be
leaving bruises...marks of his possession...and that idea
pleased him immensely.

He bent his head, watching his dick slide in and out
of her, shiny and wet. In...and...out...harder...faster...oh,
yeah. His cock had NEVER had it so good!

"Buffy....you're fucking amazing," he groaned, pounding
in wildly. "Oh...I'm gonna come, babe..."

She could feel it, too. That slow building wave as the
pressure intensified. Without a second thought, she
gave herself over to it. "Me, too," she managed to choke
out, seconds before it slammed into her.

His cry of release echoed hers as he kept pumping,
kept driving in and pulling back, ramming in a little harder
each time until her strength gave out and she fell to the
ground with him on top of her.

Spike delivered one last thrust and ejaculated,
then bore down on her hard, grunting as his cock
jerked and spasmed inside of her, drenching her with
semen.

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"Bloody hell, girl. How do you do that?"

"Do...do what?"

"Make me so fucking hot...so fast."

"Oh. Maybe, it's a slayer thing."

"Maybe." Temporarily satisfied, he pulled out and
rolled onto his back. "We need to talk."

She glanced at him uneasily. "Why?"

Spike stared up at the stars. "Something's happening to
me." He turned his head and met her gaze. "I want you,"
he said simply.

Buffy's heart began to beat double time as she
considered his words. "You mean you aren't gonna kill
me?" She wanted it clear, spelled out.

"I'm thinking, no," he smiled. "Want you alive...and warm.
Waiting for me. Got a lot more to teach you."

Just hearing those words gave her a tingle she felt
all the way down. "You're a vampire."

"You're a slayer."

"So, how's that gonna work?"

"Dunno. Don't care. Fucking MAKE it work!"

The same "don't know-don't care" attitude was mani-
festing itself in her, making her want everything he was
hinting at.

But....she WAS the slayer. She had a job to do.

Before she could start to second guess herself, she
rolled and grabbed the stake she'd dropped during
their initial encounter, jumped back on top of him, and
held the point over his heart.

Spike was too surprised to move as they stared into
each other's eyes.

Five endless seconds ticked by, and then she
whispered, "Any last requests?"

He began to smile. "Yeah. I don't want to die a
virgin."

Taking the stake from her hand, he flung it off into the
darkness, rolled her over, and kissed her with a brand
new hunger that would most likely never be sated.


The End.

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