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"I’m Buffy."

She stood there in the light of the alleyway, holding his gaze as she took him up on the implicit offer in the introduction.

He held out his hand and she placed hers within. "I think it’s to early to call it a night, don’t you?"

She nodded and he curled his fingers around hers. Such a simple thing, so basic, something a young teen might do on their first nervous date, but he felt a thrill run up his arm as she responded, the slightest of pressure. She followed him down the alleyway onto the side street that paralleled the club where his bandmates were waiting by a large white van.

He could feel her reluctance to move towards them, bashfulness creeping back over her. He found himself captivated by her contradictions, the siren on the dance floor, the wanton woman in the alley, and now the shy girl half hidden behind him.

He turned again, shielding her from view. "See that bike over there?"

"The silver one?"

"Yeah. That’s my ride. You want to wait for me over there?"

She nodded and crossed the street as he walked over to the van.

"Ohh, looks like someone got lucky tonight."

"Shut it, Harris and toss me my jacket. You guys good? The manager say anything else?"

"They said we fucking rocked, man. Want us to play again next Saturday." Harris threw his leather duster out the window and he caught it with one hand.

"Good to hear. Well, I’ll see you boys back at the house." He winked. "Don’t wait up for me."

He ignored the catcalls and hoots as he crossed the street to where she was leaning against the bike.

"Nice ride."

"Gets me where I need to go."

She straightened up. "There’s just one problem though."

He arched an eyebrow in question as she gestured down to her brief excuse for a skirt. He let his eyes wander down the length of her legs and found himself hardening as he remembered what it had felt like to have those very limbs wrapped around his waist just a few minutes before.

"They don’t look like a problem to me, luv. Not at all." He stepped closer only to find her hand stopping him.

"No, I can’t straddle the bike in this skirt without flashing everyone."

Oh. That turned him on even more. He could just see her, sprawled on the bike, tiny skirt hitched around her waist exposing those brief excuse for knickers. Course it wouldn’t do for her to be exposing her bits to everyone.

"Here." He thrust his coat at her. "Put that on."

She took the coat gingerly. It was a battered piece of leather, worn around the edges, but soft as butter. She slid it around her shoulders. It was miles to large, the sleeves covering her wrists, but even though he laughed at her, he helped her turn up the sleeves. She settled herself on the bike and draped the coat to cover her as she locked her arms around his waist.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, where are we going?"

"Little place out by the coast. You up for a ride? Thought we could go there, be a quiet place to chat."

"Sounds good."

He started the engine and they roared off into the night.

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She buried her face against his back as they rode, slightly sheltered by his body from the cool night air as it streamed past them. What was she doing? It was two a.m., she was riding a motorcycle with a man she’d just met, about who she knew barely anything, other than his name was Spike, he was in a band, and he was excellent in bed. Well, actually she wasn’t sure about bed, but he had the wall thing down.

She cringed again. She’d had alley sex. With a stranger. She was such a slut.

But it had been so good. Like Penthouse letter good. Like brag to her girlfriends good. Like she wanted it to happen again good.

She really hoped he wasn’t an ax murderer.

She sniffed his back surreptitiously as he steered them round the curves, inhaling the sweat and smoke that shouldn’t smell good, but did. Riding a motorcycle was like flying, the way they slid into turns, her whole body shifting with the machine as she held him tightly, her thoughts moving as swiftly as they were.. She could worry over what was happening, or she could make the most of it. Forget being Good Buffy for the night and enjoy being Decadent Buffy. Take what she wanted, and enjoy it.

Decadent Buffy won. Hands down. She was going to enjoy herself.

She smiled against him as her hands slid a little lower, creeping under the edge of his shirt to find his bare flesh beneath. Mmmm, ripped abs, she could feel the definition of his toned stomach under her fingertips and she began to explore further. Oh yeah, definite six-pack, she couldn’t wait to get a better look at him.

She suspected she’d be embarrassed whenever they finally arrived, because between the vibration of the motorcycle against her bare thighs and the fantasies spiraling through her head about what they’d done earlier and might be doing later, she knew she was going to leave the leather of the seat dripping. She wondered what it would feel like for him to take her on the motorcycle, drape her across the seat and plunge into her. She wondered if she’d have the guts to ask him to.

He slowed then, pulling into a small road that led off the main highway. The road had a chain draped across the access lane to block auto traffic after hours, but he veered onto the smaller bike path to the side and continued on until the main highway was no longer in sight. He pulled the bike into the clearing that connected to a small overlook and picnic area, entirely deserted at this time of night.

He cut the motor and she relaxed her arms slowly, adjusting to the lack of movement. He slid off the cycle and helped her off as well.

"You okay?"

She nodded, wobbling a little as she steadied herself on her heels again.

"C’mere, want to show you something."

He took her hand and walked with her over to the low stone wall that served as a barrier to the edge. She realized they were somewhere on the cliffs, high above the ocean. She looked over at the pounding surf that crashed below, as he slid his arms around her, anchoring her in place so she could lean even further.

She watched the power of the water as it assaulted the cliffs, forcing spray high into the air in burst after burst of energy. Further out, the moon shone on the water, creating a trail to the horizon on a surface that was deceptively calm. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Wow, this place is gorgeous." She turned slowly. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"You’re welcome."

The silence lengthened between them. He held her loosely in his arms, still draped in the heavy coat.

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

He laughed a little then. "What kind of answer are you wanting, there, pet? I could give you several and they’d all be true."

"Surprise me."

"Well, I brought you here ‘cause I know how beautiful this is in the moonlight, and I thought you might enjoy it."

"And?" She cocked her head to the side.

"And I wanted someplace quiet where we could talk, without anyone interrupting."

"What did you want to talk about?"

He smoothed a strand of her windblown hair out of her face. "You. Me. What happened back there. Get to know each other."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

It was a good stopping place but she couldn’t resist. "Anything else?"

He smirked then, that sexy grin that had melted her from the stage. "Was hoping for a repeat performance, if you’re up for it. Something that good should never, ever, just be done once."

Her breath hitched a little as she watched his darkened eyes, "No?"

"Nope." He slid the jacket slowly from her shoulders, letting it slide to the ground as his face descended to hers. "I want to see what you look like naked, under the moonlight. Want to see what you taste like. Take it slow and sweet, get to know you, know what makes you all hot and bothered."

She felt as though she were blushing from head to toe as his hands loosened the halter top around her neck, but she didn’t protest as he slid the ties loose and exposed her breasts.

"Beautiful, just like I knew they’d be." He traced the crown of one rounded mound, lightly coasting over the rosy aureole that crinkled and hardened at his touch. She knew she was trembling as she listened to his hypnotic voice.

"Is this alright Buffy? Can I touch you like this?"

"Yes, please, Spike, more."

He didn’t need a second invitation and within seconds he’d swooped her and the jacket up and carried her back to the motorcycle.

"Can I take off your skirt, Buffy?"

She reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp herself, lowering the zipper as his fingers traced her hips and lowered the miniskirt. She stepped out of the material and pulled the remains of the halter over her head, leaving her standing in the nearly ruined thong and her leather boots. She couldn’t ever remember feeling so exposed, yet the heavy lidded gaze that assessed her made her feel as though she were a goddess. She arched her back, and leaned against the motorcycle.

"See anything you like?"

His snarl was answer enough as his fingers slid the thong off her legs, leaving him kneeling at her feet.

"Spread you legs for me."

She complied and moaned as his tongue buried itself between her legs, teasing and taunting her aching flesh there. She could almost feel the first spasm of a pending orgasm from his rough tongue caressing her flesh when he stopped.

"No, don’t stop, please, Spike, don’t."

"Not through with you yet, luv, not by a long shot. We’re just getting started."

He picked up the neglected jacket and folded it back against the handlebars of the cycle, then picked her up and sat her in reverse on the saddle.

"Lean back for me there."

She did, feeling dangerously exposed with her legs spread wide as she held on to the handlebars his fingers had curled hers around. She watched the stars above as he slid on to the cycle facing her, one finger tracing her skin starting at her shoulders.

"You almost glow, Buffy, did you know that?" His finger slid between her breasts, down her stomach, then traced the curve of her inner thigh. "All this pretty, pretty flesh. You gonna let me have my wicked way with you, pet? What do you want me to do?"

She didn’t even know where to begin. Her repertoire of talking dirty had pretty much been exhausted back there in the alley, she just knew she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. She felt wildly out of control, naked, exposed and prone beneath his gaze as he continued to caress her flesh, small touches that inflamed her.

"More, that, whatever you want. Just don’t stop."

He leaned in and added his tongue to the mix, licking the soft underside of her breast, tasting the curve of her belly, the tautness of her hip. Her breathing sped up, as his nose brushed softly against the neatly trimmed curls surrounding her sex, but he kept going, teasing the skin where her hip met her thigh.

"Tell me what you want."

"My breasts, touch them."

His fingers were on her nipples in an instant, shaping them, twisting just enough that bolts of pleasure zinged through her. His lips followed suit, drawing sensations that had her writhing. She buried a hand in his hair and he instantly stopped. "Don’t let go of those handlebars, Buffy."

Her hand was firmly reattached to the bar in an instant. She was rewarded as he returned to worshipping her breasts, still sensitive from earlier. She shuddered against him.

"More."

"You want more? More what Buffy?"

"You. Want to see more of you," she panted. "Take your shirt off."

"The lady knows what she wants." He slid off the back of the cycle, pulling the t-shirt off in one fluid motion. "Anything else?"

She nodded. "Lose the jeans."

He tugged off his boots and the worn jeans slid down his legs, leaving her looking as a marble sculpture that almost seems to good to be true. His cock was hard, jutting out from his body as he stalked back towards her.

"Like what you see, pet?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes." Her affirmation became more of a scream as he slid two fingers inside her without warning, searching for just a moment until he found the spot that had her howling. Her body shuddered and twisted as she gripped the cool bars. She needed more.

"You, want you, now."

It was all the invitation he required. "Gonna turn you around, now, luv. Gonna make this so good for you."

He sat her up and swung her to face the front of the cycle, laying her in a similar position as before, arms holding the bars. He slid her back slowly, titling her pelvis as he slid home into her. She gasped. The angle was exquisite, every thrust making her body shiver and pull him back again. Her new position caused her sensitized nipples to scrape against the soft leather underneath her, sending tingles that joined the ones brought by his fingers which were slowly massaging her swollen nub with soft flicks time with every thrust. It was as though everything was reduced to the sensation of touch, every slide of flesh on flesh the only thing that mattered in the world. She felt the onset of an orgasm, then another as she felt him shudder against her, climaxing inside her.

He draped himself over her back as he slid out of her, gathering her up in his arms as she realized she was still trembling from the intensity of their coupling.

"Shh, shh, luv, it’s okay, didn’t hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head, burying her face in his neck as he rubbed her back, easing her back down.

Slowly she parted from him and slipped to the ground, searching for her clothes that lay scattered around without a word.

"Buffy, you okay?"

She nodded but didn’t glance up, still hunting for the lost thong.

"You remember what I said? About why I brought you here?

"Yeah. Repeat performance."

He caught her arm then, and forced her to look at him. "That wasn’t all and you know it." He cursed under his breath softly. "I’ve really bollixed this up, haven’t I? Didn’t mean to shag you first, planned to talk and whatall, but you," his voice lowered then, softened, "you do something to me Buffy. Set me on fire."

"Really?"

"Yeah, pet." He pulled her into a soft kiss that was different than their previous frantic liplocks, yet with no less passion. "Now what do you say we have that talk?"

She nodded, her world shifting back into equilibrium at his reassurances, and stifled a yawn as she handed him his jeans.

"Am I boring you, Buffy?"

She grinned as she reached to fasten her halter, "You really have to ask that after you had me howling at the moon? Nah, you wore me out."

She watched as he slid his T-shirt back on and finished the buttons on his jeans and knew suddenly what she wanted. She might regret it later, hell she might regret this whole night later. But Decadent Buffy still seemed to be in the driver’s seat. She opened her mouth before Good Buffy could jump back in.

"Spike? You want to maybe come home with me? We could talk in the morning."

"You want me to stay with you tonight?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Who knows, that bed thing could be really kinky."

He grinned. "I think I’d like that." He settled his coat around her shoulders. "Let’s ride."





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