“Buffy,” Spike said firmly as he came into her office. “I need you tonight.”
“What for?” She asked, her face showing her bewilderment.
He sat down on the desk next to her computer and leaned forward conspiratorially, “There’s a situation with a client, and he’s having a party at this restaurant tonight. I need you to come with me, and deal with some problem on his computer. Okay?”
Buffy was still pretty confused, but agreed, “Okay, of course.”
Spike smiled. “It’s sort of a nice place, and we want to blend. Would you have something to wear?”
Buffy nodded, “I have like, a cocktail dress?”
“Perfect. Be ready to leave at seven,” he said, and quickly left.
Buffy frowned, knowing something wasn’t quite right, but returned to her work.
Spike was in the foyer at five minutes to seven, compulsively glancing in the mirror and fussing with his clothes. He’d dressed in a black button up shirt with a red tie and black slacks, hoping he didn’t look like a complete tosser.
He heard Buffy clear her throat behind him, and when he turned his mouth dropped open. She was dressed in a short, tight, high necked black lace dress that showed off her perfect legs, and was wearing bright red high heels. She had straightened her blonde hair and pinned up the front in some sort of poof thing he’s seen on many an LA girl, and lined her gorgeous eyes in heavy gray shadow. She giggled at the expression on his face and spun around, showing that the back of the dress dipped down to just above her tailbone, showing off her gorgeous back.
“You look…” Spike attempted to say, no blood left in his brain to form the words to say how amazing she looked.
“We match,” she pointed out, lifting one foot daintily to show off the shoes.
“That we do, pet,” he grinned, regaining his powers of speech. “We should head off.”
They walked outside to find a limo waiting for them, the look of surprise and pleasure on Buffy’s face making Spike swell with pride.
They drove for awhile, sporadically talking about anything but the chemistry between the two of them and the disturbing events of the night before.
Buffy kept glancing over when Spike wasn’t looking at her, trying to understand why she still felt so comfortable with him. After what she’d seen, after all that she knew, after hardly any time at all.
They made it to the restaurant and Spike helped Buffy out of the limo, and kept a hold of her hand as he led her into the dark, candle lit restaurant.
Once they were seated next to each other in a secluded booth, Buffy asked, “Wait, so where is the guy we’re supposed to be meeting?”
“Um, he must be late,” Spike grinned. “Ponce. No respect for my schedule---”
“There’s no business going on tonight, is there?” Buffy asked pointedly. At Spike’s nonchalant face, she continued, “Spike…is this a date?”
“Please, a date?” He scoffed. “You are completely off your bird!…Do you want it to be?” He finished hopefully.
She stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. “You are something, William.”
“Nothing compared to you, love,” he said quietly, relishing the sound of his real name on her lips, when the waiter interrupted them with a bottle of Cristal.
“So really, you thought you had to trick me into going on a date with you?” Buffy asked once the waiter left them alone after taking their orders.
“I did,” Spike nodded. “Didn’t I?’
“Well, maybe.”
“And it worked, didn’t it?”
“You know, if I wasn’t so hungry, I might just get up and leave.”
“Oh, yeah? My company not enough to keep you?”
“Nope. I’m really only here for the chicken. Although, I could call you a chicken too.”
“You’re on dangerous ground, you chit,” Spike growled.
“Chit? What’s a chit?”
“You’re a chit.”
“Well you’re an ass.”
“See, that’s the problem with you bloody Americans, your insults are so boring.”
Smiles were permanently spread across their faces as they bantered, and after Spike’s last comment, Buffy leaned closer so their bodies were touching, and whispered seductively in his ear, her lips so close they brushed his skin, “But you said I wasn’t boring, remember?”
Her hand was on his thigh. Oh, he remembered.
He cleared his throat, “Right, not boring.”
She grinned wickedly and moved away again, his body instantly missing the heat of her pressed up against him.
She knew she should leave, bring up Gunn, or do something disgusting, anything to kill the romantic mood between them. When she was around him she seemed to forget everything. Forget who he was, who SHE was, what he had done, what he would do to her if he knew what she was doing, she was thinking in circles. She could hardly form those rational thoughts, let alone act on them. So she stayed right where she was, on the best date she’d ever been on.
Their food arrived quickly, due no doubt, Buffy realized, to Spike’s status in this community. They talked as they ate, the conversation between them easy and fluid, without a moment of silence or stress.
“Dessert, pet?” Spike asked as the waiter cleared their empty plates.
“I could seriously go for some chocolate,” she said. “There is no problem that cannot be solved by chocolate.”
She was just too adorable. Spike ordered a piece of chocolate cake for them to share, and poured her another glass of Cristal.
“I would have to say that you’re trying to get me drunk, sir,” she smiled.
He lowered his voice and murmured, “I just remember what happened the last time you drank champagne.”
She gasped, a flush building in her chest and rising to her cheeks. Spike lightly set one hand on her knee and slid it up her thigh, stopping just short of the hem of her dress when the cake arrived.
“Oh, nummy,” he said, removing his hand and reaching for a fork. Buffy glared at him, hating and loving the way he could turn her to jelly with just one touch or word. Oh, he was going to pay.
She delicately lifted her fork and took a bite of cake. Once she was sure Spike’s eyes were on her, she put the fork in her mouth and seductively slid her lips off of it, softly moaning, “Oh, that’s so good.” Spike was staring at her, mouth hanging open, and she went just a big further, reaching out her little pink tongue and lightly licking her lips for any remaining traces of chocolate.
He stared at her, entranced, and then his eyes narrowed as she winked at him.
“Oh, you think you’re sexy do you?”
“What, I’m not?” She pouted.
He leaned in close, inches from her face. “You? Are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said before he captured her lips in a kiss.
Soft at first, Spike’s kiss drove the last of Buffy’s doubts from her mind. She didn’t care. Right at that moment, she chose not to care. For now. What she should or should not do didn’t matter anymore, all she could think about was Spike’s lips on hers. He gently coaxed her mouth to open up to him, and pulled her body tightly against his as their tongues met. Buffy rested on hand on Spike’s upper thigh, stroking gentle circles as her other hand firmly grasped one of his strong biceps. Spike dipped one hand under the back of her dress to lightly trace the edge of her thong.
Buffy pulled away slightly and teased softly, “You’re keeping me from my cake.” She tapped his nose with a finger.
Spike frowned and used one hand to smack her gently on the hip, then released her so she could continue making him hard by molesting a fork.
As she proceeded to eat most of the dessert, her hand stayed on his thigh, and once the last bite was swallowed, she swiftly brushed that hand against his crotch and winked at him.
Spike raised one hand towards the waiter and manage to cough out, “Check, please.”
The pair had barely made it into the limo with the door shut before they were fused together in a kiss. Spike pulled Buffy into his lap so she was straddling him, holding her safe and tight against his body as the limousine sped away.
Buffy ground down against him, tightly grasping his shoulders as his hands cupped her ass. Every time their tongues touched she felt a surge of passion throughout her body, and her tiny little thong was getting soaked.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as they separated only to breathe. “Drive me crazy, you do.”
“Yeah?” she whimpered, hands sliding from his shoulders up his neck to trace his sharp cheekbones. “You’re a little insanity-inducing yourself.”
He laughed before he kissed her again, then flipped her over so he was on top of her on the long seat.
“Not safe, Spike,” she forced out as he ceased his assault on her mouth and moved to kiss the swell of her breasts under her dress. “Moving car, remember?”
“Won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmured as he fondled her chest, eliciting breathy moans.
“But—but the driver—“ she protested.
“The driver has strict orders to drive around until I ask him to stop, and to not open the window.”
“Oh you planned this did you?” she asked as he started worshipping her neck with wet, hot nibbles and kisses.
“Planned, prayed,” he murmured, pressing his erection into her thigh. “Hoped and dreamed.”
“Reciting poetry?”
“You think that’s poetry?” He scoffed. “That’s some bloody awful poetry. Now, are you done talking?”
Buffy grinned. “For now,” and pulled his mouth back to meet hers.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and reached up her hands to loosen and pull off his tie. Swiftly unbuttoning his shirt, she wriggled her hips against his hardness, making him moan.
Spike leaned back on his knees to remove his shirt, then had to brace himself against the back of the seat as the car went over a bump. As he was regaining his balance, Buffy reached out and began undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
He grinned down at her, “Eager, pet?”
She paused and glanced up at him, “What, you get to talk and I don’t?”
“Ban on talking lifted.”
“Yes, sir,” she smirked, and finished undoing his pants. That coyness shifted into something else, though, and she hesitated, almost reconsidered, but Spike instantly took control. He reached out and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms to expose her bra-less chest to his hungry eyes. Buffy bit her lip nervously, and he relished in her sudden shyness, not knowing the honest reason behind her momentary resistance. Resistance that faded when he kissed her sweetly and chastely on the lips, a kiss with more behind it than just plain lust. Buffy melted.
Spike slid onto the floor and kneeled in front of the woman, spinning her so she was sitting upright in front of him, and pulled the dress the rest of the way down, over her hips and down her legs. He tossed it behind him and drank in the sight of her perfect body in nothing but red heels and a tiny back satin thong. She shivered under his intense gaze, then closed her eyes as he began to press kisses starting at her ankle and moving up her leg. Halfway up her thigh, he switched to the other leg, and she whimpered slightly in protest.
He made his way right up to the edge of her panties, then with a rough tug ripped the scrap of fabric away.
“Oh!” Buffy cried out in surprise, her eyes flying open. He quickly spread her legs and rested them on his shoulders, and slicked her from bottom to top. Her gasp of pleasure urged him on, and he didn’t tease her any more, fastening his mouth directly over her clit.
She tasted like spun sugar, like vanilla and cinnamon, like the sweetest thing he’d ever eaten. Spike couldn’t contain his own moans as he feasted on her, sliding one, then two, then three fingers into her dripping center, pumping them roughly, licking her just right. Her fingers intertwined in his hair, holding him to her, she was cooing and crying and panting, each sound entering his ears and heading straight to his penis, making him painfully swollen. He reached down with one hand to free himself from his boxers, and let them fall to his knees along with his pants.
Buffy began to breathe louder, arching her back towards him, her grip on his head tightening. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she began to shiver, rewarding his work with a rush of more delicious fluid, and a sweet moaning of his name.
The feelings surging throughout her body were like nothing Buffy had ever felt. She couldn’t suppress her vocal appreciation as waves of pleasure and happiness so intense she wanted to cry flooded throughout her body. From deep with in her center she could feel a pull, an irresistible pull towards this man giving her so much pleasure. It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just need. When she finally came her entire body felt as if it would explode, she begged him for something, she didn’t know what, she could hardly breathe, and the only thing she could even think was his name.
As her orgasm faded Spike pulled away and stared up at her glowing face. She slowly opened her eyes to find him just watching her.
“What?” she breathed self-consciously.
“Nothing,” he smiled softly, and she reached for him, bending down for a gentle kiss, able to taste her own juices on his lips. The connection of their mouths was the only thing that helped to her to regain focus.
“I need you,” she whispered softly, and Spike instantly moved to action. He struggled out of his pants, almost falling over as the limo went around a curve, which caused Buffy to laugh openly at him.
“Oh, you’re asking for it,” Spike said, embarrassed, pulling his wallet out of his pants pocket and removing a condom. He moved to sit up next to Buffy, enjoying her appreciative gaze of his thick cock. Quickly rolling the condom on, he reached for the woman and moved her so she was straddling him again.
She started to sink down, closing her eyes in anticipation, but Spike ordered gruffly, “Look at me, love.” She obeyed without question, and as her pussy lips first kissed the head of Spike’s cock, he thought he might just die from the pleasure.
She sank down, taking him fully, still staring deep into his eyes. She moaned his name once he was fully inside of her, stretching her tight channel. He was so hard, so big, so perfectly fitted to her. She stayed still for a moment, savoring the feel of their first coupling.
“Oh God, that’s it,” he groaned softly, then leaned down to fasten his mouth over her full breast.
“Mmm…” she sighed in response, moving her hips as she began to ride him in earnest, moving his cock in and out of her slick folds, keeping her balance with her hands on the seat behind him. When the limo swerved slightly, Spike’s teeth scraped her sensitive nipple, and her guttural moan let him know she loved it.
The pleasure for both of them built quickly. Spike tore himself away from her breast and kissed his way back to her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip as she wrenched more pleasure out of his body than anyone ever had. He pulled her tighter to him, burrowing his head against her throat, digging his fingertips into her ass so hard he’d leave bruises as he felt her near her climax. He wanted to pull her so tightly to him their bodies would fuse permanently, he wanted to savor her taste, her smell, her feel, just in case he never got to experience this bliss again.
“Oh God,” she cried out, trying to keep her voice down, her pussy clenching around him like an iron fist. “Spike, yes, yes, please…”
“Buffy, Buffy, my Buffy, my girl,” he moaned into her hair, thrusting his hips up to meet her gyrations. “That’s it kitten, that’s it, just like that…”
She slammed down on him once more as her orgasm took her body, and she announced her pleasure with that sweet, strangled cry he had heard her make before. He pushed her away from him so he could watch her pleasure expressed on her gorgeous face, her perfect lips parted, her cheeks a faint pink, her eyes full of want. He could read every bit of her in those eyes, or so he thought. Her inner muscles spasmed around his cock and brought him to his own climax, a rush of bliss so intense he couldn’t help himself from shouting her name.
Buffy collapsed onto him, breathing heavily as she calmed down. Spike gently lifted her of his softening cock and set her down next to him, then reached for a tissue from the limo’s mini-bar and removed his condom, quickly wrapping it up and sticking it in the trash. He turned back to Buffy, who was leaning against the back of the seat, watching him, a sated smile on her face. He reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers.
They were both quiet as they stared happily at each other.
Buffy finally giggled, “So you think the driver heard us?”
Once they were both fully dressed again, Spike reluctantly asked the driver to take them back to the house. He dreaded the moment when the doors would open and Buffy would no longer be cuddling his side, her head on his shoulder, her finger lightly tracing designs on his forearm.
Buffy didn’t want to go back either. If it was possible, she’d like to live her life driving around in his limo with Spike, not having to face blame or consequences or disappointment. She could already feel her guilt start to weigh on her heart, but she didn’t want to give into it. She just wanted to stay happily wrapped up in Spike’s strong arms. And possibly have another freaky sex session in the moving car, if possible.
But her dreams were not to be, as she glanced out the window and saw that they were pulling through the gates. She pulled away and made sure she looked presentable. Spike had taken her destroyed underwear and put it in his pocket, insisting she had no use for them, and she’d rolled her eyes and chosen not to argue. So as she emerged from the car, she savored the erotic feel of the cool night air reaching her still moist sex.
Spike lightly rested his hand on her bare lower back as they walked to the door, but before they entered she reluctantly pulled away.
“Spike—“ she started to say, wanting to seek some sort of promise, some sort of absolution.
“No, love, I got it,” he winked. “I’m discreet.”
She smiled softly and turned on her heel, entering the house ahead of him and leaving him absolutely captivated on the doorstep.
So, yeah, my combining of chapters had a deeper purpose...this last part just HAD to be posted on Valentine's Day, don't you agree? Please, please, let me know what think!
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Happy Valentine's Day, all! Hate the holiday, really, but I'm in a lovey-dovey mood recently. I'd love your feedback on this chapter...out of all that I've written so far, it was the one I revised the most. Standard disclaimers always apply!