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Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
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Summary: A retelling of Buffy and Spike's
meeting. Set in early season 2. For the
purposes of the story, Angel does not exist
and Spike is a little...different.



Part Thirty-three.....


Standing Outside the Fire, cont...



~~~~~
"They're so hell bent on giving
Walking a wire
Convinced it's not living
If you stand outside the fire.."
~~~~~


Buffy counted to ten five times, waiting for William to come
back. When he didn't appear, she counted again, inserting the
word Mississippi in between each numeral.

While she waited, she gave her bonds an experimental tug. She
could probably break free if she tried hard enough. Problem was,
the knots were cinched so snugly that she couldn't get any
slack to yank against, and this particular brand of pantyhose
was advertised as being extremely resistant to tearing.

This was her mother's fault. Her and her "You get what you pay
for" mentality. "Always buy the best...you'll save money in the
long run," was another one of her mantras, along with, "Sure
you may pay a little more for it, but it'll last longer."

Of course, her mom had never even considered the thought that
the pantyhose might be used for anything other than it's original
purpose.

Wondering just how the hell she managed to get herself into
these predicaments, she jumped when she heard a voice from
the doorway.

"Now what on earth is going through your mind to make you
look so worried?"

He closed and locked the door, then placed a small box on
the floor next to the bed.

"A...big math test on Monday," she replied, wishing she could
think faster on her feet. "I'm pretty sure I'm gonna fail it."

He wasn't buying it. "Uh-huh," he said, sitting down beside
her. "And what makes you so sure you're going to fail?"

"Well," she said casually, as though she wasn't lying on a
bed trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, "mostly past experience.
I'm not very good at math. My friend Willow...she's the girl you saw
with the red hair...she's the math wiz. She can square root to the
pi of the common denominator of the difference between two
variables like a champion. I'm lucky I can find my classroom half
the time."

William looked impressed. "That little girl?"

"Mm-hmm." Buffy glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He
looked a bit TOO impressed. "On the other hand...she's afraid of
frogs and she turned a zillion year old demon loose on the Internet."

He laughed. "I see. Well...I don't want you to fail your test, angel,
so you'll have to study twice as hard tomorrow....because I'm not
letting you go anywhere at the moment. I've been away too long,
and I'm nowhere near ready to take you home."


~~~~~
"Standing out side the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire.."
~~~~~


Leaning over, he reached into the box on the floor and brought
out....Buffy shut her eyes tight for a moment, afraid that she might
see some bizarre contraption that she either had to wriggle into,
climb up on, or swing from...but when she opened them she
was surprised to see he had nothing more disturbing in his hands
than...

"What's that?"

"It's a massage oil, sweetheart," he explained, unscrewing the
cap and pouring a small amount into his cupped palm. "It warms
up when it makes contact with your skin."

Rubbing his hands together, he then placed them on her shoulders
and began to knead the warming oil into her flesh.

She got a whiff of it. "Ooh...strawberry!" she exclaimed brightly.

"Yes. They were out of chocolate."

What he was doing with his hands felt so good, so relaxing, that
she completely forgot she was hogtied to the bed. Her muscles
quivered and relaxed beneath the deep massage he was giving
them.

"That feel good, darling?"

"Mmmmm...yeah," she murmured. "If I was a cat...I'd be purring."

"I'll make you purr," he promised. "My little kitten."

He poured another capful of oil and began to apply it to
her breasts.

This maneuver wiped the dreamy smile right off her face.

"Oh! That stuff really IS warm, isn't it?"

"Mm-hm." He concentrated his efforts on her tight nipples.

Buffy licked her lips. He noticed, and brought one finger to her
mouth.

"Taste," he ordered.

She obeyed without thinking twice, and was pleasantly surprised
to find that the oil tasted as yummy as it smelled. Capturing
his finger in her mouth, she sucked it, making him gasp.

Opening her eyes, she glanced down and saw that he had
somehow gotten his pants off again, and his erection was
almost painful looking.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm hanging on by my fingernails," he informed her. "But
I'll manage."


~~~~~
"There's a love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get
Out of control..."
~~~~~


He made his way down her upper torso, pausing to tickle
her tummy just for the pleasure of hearing her laugh.

The oil was deliciously warm and the room smelled like some
exotic dessert.

William moved to the end of the bed, and oiled her inner
thighs. When he was finished, he bent his head and began kissing
the taut muscles that his fingers slipped over so deliciously.

Applying his tongue to the juncture of her thighs and hips, he
licked and kissed her to a near frenzy.

"Aren't you....why don't you...?" she panted, blushing at the
idea of making a request herself.

He took pity on her. "I will. I wanted to do something else first."

Oh, great. "Like what?" she asked.

Grinning, he reached down into the box.

"Oh! Well, that looks like fun," she commented as he removed
the top from a spray can of whipping cream. He sprayed a line
across her tummy, and she squeaked at the cold on top of the
warm oil. "If I had know that you just wanted to eat stuff off of me, I
wouldn't have been so....." She stopped short.

William glanced up at her. "Been so what, angelface?"

"Nothing," she said. "Never mind."

"Tell me," he insisted. "Come on...did you think I was going to
produce a whip and a chair?"

Buffy smiled uneasily. "Not....exactly." Then, trying to distract
him, she said, "Boy, I like whipped cream, too. Can I lick it off
you?"

His eyebrows arched at the unaccustomed boldness of his
usually reticent bride. "If you'll tell me where you want to lick it
off of?" he prompted.

She looked at him, confused. "Off of you...you know...you."

"Any particular part of me?" he asked.

Buffy swallowed hard, determined to see this through and prove
she wasn't an innocent little nitwit anymore. "Yeah....off your"
She cleared her throat. "...penis."



~~~~~
"Wanting to fly
Higher and higher
I can't abide
Standing outside the fire..."
~~~~~



"Off my....." He was trying so hard not to laugh. "I, um...I
think that could be arranged," he said, reaching up to untie
the knots of her bindings.

"Good," she said. "My circulation was starting to get cut off."

Releasing her, he rubbed her wrists. "Well, sweetheart, why didn't
you tell me? I didn't want this to be painful for you."

"Oh, I'm all right," she assured him. "I've had lots worse than
this happen when I've been tied up."

He glanced at her. "I'm almost afraid to ask..."



~~~~~
"Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire..."
~~~~~



TBC

(okay, I'm sorry if this chapter disappoints. I just
couldn't seem to write this 'bondage-domination'
stuff with a straight face. I've been struggling with
it for days and it keeps coming out as funny, not
sexy. I guess I'm not cut out for the kinky, so I'll
leave it to those who know how to do it properly,
and get back to basics in the next chapter. Sorry)





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