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All Ideas Are Stolen: Ch 4 Stealing the Night

Summary: Buffy meets a local artist (Spike) at her friend Willow’s gallery. After an instant attraction, how does this business professional and creative man make a relationship work? Note: Ensures to be quite Fluffy Spuffy.

Disclaimer: I don’t own nothin’!

Feedback: It helps & satisfies.

Rated: NC-17

Thanks: As always to my gracious beta Pipergirl.
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Spike was awoken when his pillow was rudely snatched from under his head.


“Wha…,” he said groggily with sleep swollen eyes and looking around for the purpose of this abrupt awakening.


A grinning Buffy came into focus, adjusting a stack of pillows and giving them a good ‘wack’. “You look a little uncomfortable,” her grin became a full fledged smirk, “why don’t you move over a bit and make yourself comfortable?”


The bleached artist wasn’t sure what she was up to, but his sleep-hazed mind didn’t have the ability to question her suggestion. So, he did as she requested and propped himself against the pile of pillow.


She straddled his lap and kissed him hungrily. The more Buffy plundered his mouth the more alert he became, running his hands along her back and rump enjoying the silkiness of her skin. Giving him one last wet, loud smacking kiss the long-haired beauty pulled away and began to direct her mouth and hands towards his now large swollen member. Buffy couldn’t help but revel in her feelings of power and desire. *Look at his body! I’m going to capture it, tame it, and make it mine.*


Beginning her hunt, she glided her lips down his jaw line whisper soft. Used wet open-mouth kisses to make her way down his neck. Licked and sucked his nipples till he groaned, then traced the lines of his abdominals with her tongue. Her mouth lavished attention on his hip bones while her hands kneaded his thighs. Power was hers as she spared a quick, predatory glance at the writhing, moaning subject of her attentions.


Placing herself comfortably between his legs she stared at her goal open-mouthed. The blonde temptress had yet to really have a good long look at it yet. It was fantastic *just like the rest of his body*; large and powerful looking, the very essence of man.


It was torture. Watching this angel analyze his cock while licking her lips was about to undo him. *She’s going to kill me!* The anticipation of her touch was agonizing. Spike shut his eyes tightly trying to will away the urge to grab her and relieve his angry rod. He settled for placing his hands in her hair, feeling the silky strands glide along his fingers.


Buffy touched his shaft softly, tracing the engorged veins. Her touch was so soft Spike opened his eyes to reassure himself that he wasn’t imagining her touch. His eyes met deep pools of green overflowing with desire. She asked, “Can you see? I want you to watch me bring you off.” She took one long lick from base to tip and he gasped. “Remember, I want to hear you.”


Placing a firmer grip on his aching cock she took the head in her mouth nursing at it like a bottle. *Full of man milk* she thought as she smiled against taut flesh. Buffy released the appendage only to reacquaint herself by licking at the salty slit and smooth shaft. Again and again and again she licked, teasing him and moaning in pleasure all the while.


“Oh!...Oh Buffy...,” came a strained cry.


Looking up into midnight blue eyes, she taunted him further, “Oh Spike you’ve got the yummiest dick.” Without breaking eye contact she swirled her tongue once on the tip of his cock, and then smiled with her lips still pressed against the head.


“God damn,” was all the response she received when she started fondling his balls throwing in a lick or kiss to aid in the caress.


“Jesus! Suck it!” he said as he started to squirm on the bed. “Take it in and suck it.”


Spike was a panting mess. The sexy blonde between his legs was giving him the best blow job of his life. If the sight and feel of her mouth playing with his bits wasn’t enough, the view of her wiggling backside laying on the bed almost made him cum before the main course had even started.


Complying with his urgent request Buffy started by taking the head in her mouth letting a little more in at a time, her hand engulfing what she couldn’t down.


“Ugh…oh God…oh…oh Buffy….harder, please...suck harder!” The long mane of the huntress was gliding along his thighs and hips softly as she increased the pressure on his cock. It was a great contrast of sensations, causing his head to drop back and his eyes to shut tightly.


Buffy was feeling beautifully feminine making this man quiver – her man quiver. *I’ve ‘tamed’ now it’s time to make him ‘mine’.* She hastened her movements and began to hum around his shaft. Spike went stiff with a quick intake of air. As her prey released a shuddered breath she watched as the muscles spanning his body started to twitch and jerk. *He’s mine.*


He had completely lost control with the force of his orgasm. Buffy greedily accepted his salty fluids, bringing him down slowly by lapping him clean.


Using his hold on her hair Spike gently urged her up to a kiss. The kisses that followed were deep, uncontrolled and consuming kisses. Kisses that raged, were raw and penetrated built-up facades.


They weren’t hiding from each other, nor could they have if they wanted to. They were connected and fueled by their need of one another.


As they kissed, Spike, half delirious, slid one of his hands down her back, over her ass and between Buffy’s legs. He stiffened two fingers allowing her to undulate on them to get the friction her body craved.


Her body was calling. Buffy had become so wet that she felt her thighs become slick. Earlier she had felt all powerful but she couldn’t help but think that now some of it had left. She was the needy one now. Her body ached to be filled.


Watching this woman, the woman who so fast was becoming the center of his existence, writhing on his hand and nibbling on his lower lip had him rapidly returning to steely hardness. Buffy was driving him crazy.


Placing his hands on her hips he lowered her onto his throbbing pole.


Buffy groaned as her soaking core enveloped his large cock. Feelings overwhelming her; Spike filled her in a way she’d never known existed before. *Completely.*


“God Spike,” she hissed while bouncing on him with utter elation. “You’re dick’s perfect….fits me perfect.”


*This woman is starved* Spike thought to himself. He had never had a woman ride him like this and look at him like he was her savior, her heaven on earth, and he hoped he was reflecting it back, because he felt that way too. “Harder Buffy…you know you want more…take it… it’s yours.” Breaking eye contact he latched onto one of her breasts sucking greedily, fulfilling a hunger of his own.


It didn’t take long; emotions were too intense, too animal driven. Her walls clenched around his shaft setting off his climax, allowing them to ride their pleasure out together – moaning and moving as one.


Instinctually they knew as they lay there sleepy and sated that this wasn’t something that they should let go of. They were a part of something special now. They drifted into slumber not with thoughts of self, but with thoughts of ‘us’.
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Hang in there folks….I’ve got some good smutty stuff planned.





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