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All Ideas Are Stolen: Ch 5 Stealing View

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 and the great Patty put in a few nods here and there too.
Comments: That’s right I’m NOT dead, but hell might have frozen over! Sorry for the delay.
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*Beautiful*

That was his first thought when Spike woke up and took in his newfound object of affection. He was giddy with the of a new day with her. *I'm gonna have lots of days with her.* He buried his face in her hair, breathing deep the aroma of her shampoo. Instinctively his body pulled toward her and held her closer.

The slight pressure Buffy's body felt when he snuggled closer was just enough to fully bring her awake. After a brief stretch and quick yawn, the sleepy blonde turned in his arms reciprocating the embrace and added a chaste kiss on the lips. She couldn't help but smile.

"Do you have plans for today, Luv?"

"Umm... no, none that I can think of," came the groggy reply.

"Good, then you can stay and have a lazy Sunday with me."

She quirked a finely waxed brow. "Sounds good. What exactly do you do on a typical 'lazy Sunday'? I hope it includes a shower and breakfast somewhere in there."

"Well, usually I make myself some coffee, sit and read the paper, maybe do the crossword. Depending on what I feel like I'll watch some tele or read a book. The main thing is that the whole day is spent doing nothing constructive for anyone else." He gave pause before he continued, "Oh, and all that's accomplished while wearing nothing but my knickers, with that notation he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively."

Buffy giggled and snuggled in closer. "Is that so?"

Spike purred in response. "But I was thinking. Being that I now have a partner in my lazy Sunday routine the agenda needs to be altered a bit."

"Do tell."

"I suggest this first I'll make love to you." He pulled her in close for a slow kiss. "Second I’ll make some breakfast while you shower." The remark was punctuated by a kiss on the forehead. "You can start on the paper while I get all cleaned up." His hands started to leisurely roam her back. "We do the crossword together." With a firm grip on her rump he stated, "Then we’ll shag good and proper." A lecherous grin. "There's a footie game I want to catch, then..."

"Let me guess," she cut in, "then you get to 'shag me good and proper' again?"

"No! I was thinking more along the lines of fucking you into the mattress--you know all the adrenaline from the game. But if you want another shag session we can move the fucking till later in the day." He started to ramble on in mock seriousness.

By this time Buffy had broken down into full out laughter. "May I make a suggestion? I know you've got this all worked out but since I'm one half of the equation I thought I might get some say."

"Anything," came the mumbled reply as he kissed his way down her neck.

"It's an amendment to the dress code. I'm voting no 'knickers'." She said it wearing her very own wicked smirk. *Take THAT Mr. Lusty.*

Spike looked up from his ministrations with the bluest eyes twinkling, thinking that she was not only great but a real pistol as well. "Starkers it is, Luv."

As he pulled his girl closer he showed her just how much he approved of her input. Placing her leg over his hip, he entered her smoothly. Side by side they moved with slow and luxurious movements, officially kicking off their first lazy Sunday together.

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The day continued as planned. Buffy quickly showered while Spike prepared something for them to eat. After eating he made sure Buffy was happily set up with the paper on the sofa and made his exit to shower. Before long Spike padded out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips, running another one over his bleached locks roughly; taking in the view of his home, or rather the naked woman sitting on his couch, he smiled a contented smile. He was about to comment on his thoughts when he heard Buffy speak up.

"Since when does 'naked' mean towel?" She grinned a saucy grin while waiting on his response to her tease. The towel, she knew, was around him out of habit, but she couldn't help but give him a tough time of it. Naked was the order of the day, and well... he just looked so good naked.

Spike's retort was not unique but none the less provoking, "You plannin' on doing something about it?" The wide grin on his face did nothing to hide the joy he took in their banter and the expectation that she WAS, in fact going to do something about it.

In a flash Buffy was firmly pressed against his body ridding him of the pesky terrycloth, her mouth licking and nipping his freshly washed neck. The feel of his warm, damp skin undid her, wondering how it was that she couldn't get enough of his man.

Taking it all, wanting more, he pondered this wanton woman before him. He had been the object of desire before but her drive for him was outmatched. *What makes her like this with me?* he wondered. *Is it love?* Before he had time to consider the ramifications of that thought, Buffy let out a surprised yelp, running away from the window and hiding herself against the wall.

Still in a state of surprise himself and not noticing a fire or any other disaster that should have interrupted what was fast becoming one hell of a snog, he questioned somewhat exasperated, "What?"

Peeking around the edge of the window eye wide she pointed, "There! There's a guy on that roof. I think he saw us!" Her heart was beating like a drum.

Spike chuckled, earning him an annoyed glance from Buffy before she turned her attention back to the onlooker. "Come here," he grabbed the beauty by the arm and swung her so she faced the window, his chest placed against her back. "You mean THAT him?" he said as he motioned toward the man two buildings away. "Luv, he's so far away. I'm sure he can tell what's going on but nothing more, no details."

When she moved to get away from his embrace he continued, "Besides," he said huskily, slowly drawing her arms with which she had tried to cover herself, up to lock around his neck, "I wouldn't be looking away if I were him either." Burying his face in the curve of her neck, he breathed deep, his thoughts lingering momentarily on her scent. His hands traveled down from her interlaced fingers around his neck, down her arms, the sides of her torso, resting briefly on her hips before beginning a slow path up the front of her body.

Buffy was lost in sensation; the sensation of the man surrounding her in his touch, his voice. She was also aware that they probably still had an audience and she felt a little dirty that that fact was turning her on the more she thought about it.

Spike's low, silky voice brought her back. "That git doesn't get to touch these sweet mounds." His hands followed his thoughts kneading the soft orbs making Buffy moan with desire as his ministrations increased in pressure. "But I do," he stated possessively.

As one hand released its hold on her breast and sensuously slid its way down her body, he continued to purr equally possessive thoughts into her ear. Cupping her sex with his hand he said, "He doesn't get to fill you soft, shaved quim." With one last glance to their audience of one, Spike entered her. "But I do." He repeated his earlier sentiments in an exerted breath. "Because you're mine Buffy, all mine."

Ragged breaths and gasps filled the space as the intense sensations caused by the coupling continued. With her hands still locked in place behind his neck Buffy let him hold her hips and guide the rhythm of their bodies. She arched her back to let him in deeper. His chatter undoing her, making her wetter. She was his, but did he know how much?

*So soft... so soft... everywhere.* His mind babbled as he increased the pace of his thrusts and the stroking of her clit, driving them faster towards their peaks.

Feeling her inner muscles start to clench, he urged her on, his voice thick as honey. "That's right, baby. Show him... what I... do... to you."

Buffy cried out as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy fluttered around him so tight his breath hitched. Just as he was about to come she pulled away and quickly dropped to her knees, one hand rubbing her clit, the other trailing across her chest and abdomen. "Now, show him what I do to you."

With two strokes of his hand he was lost. He watched as his cum landed on her chest and oozed down her torso. Her hand rubbed in the moisture in circles over her skin, while the other hand brought her to another climax.

Coming out of a blissed daze, Spike dropped to his knees and engulfed the limp woman in a strong embrace, kissing her passionately. Pulling away breathlessly, he looked toward their spectator and panted, "I think he gets the idea of what we do to each other alright." He stood on now shaky legs, righting her along with him.

Now mindful of what they'd just done, Buffy looked up with a slight blush on her cheeks and quietly said, "Umm, I think we need another shower."

"Right you are, Luv." Wrapping one arm around her, Spike looked back one last time to the ogling bystander and gave him a two-fingered salute.





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