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Title: Black Satin and Plaid Flannel
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks.
Summary: Buffy has a slumber party,
with the scoobies and her vampire lover.
Strictly Spuffy-fluff.




Part four: Making Out


Spike moved the coffee table out of the living room,
while Xander turned off all the lights, leaving the television
as the only illumination. Buffy and Willow came out of the
kitchen carrying bowls of popcorn and candy, and Anya
followed with a small cooler full of soda and beer.

When the bedrolls were properly spread out and everyone
had settled in, Buffy punched the 'Play' button on the
VCRs remote and the movie began.

"What's this called again?" Spike asked, leaning back
against the sofa.

Buffy picked up the box and handed it to him. "Deadtime
Stories," she informed him. "Ten hours of the most
terrifying movies ever made...or so they say."

He shook his head as he examined the box. "Where do
you find this crap?"

"Hey!" Xander said defensively. "That happens to be classic
horror, pal....and I'M the one who found it."

"Why am I not surprised?" Spike replied. "This is NOT
classic horror in any way, nimrod. You want real horror,
you have to go back to the basics. THIS," he added,
displaying the box, "is a pitiful attempt to frighten people
with nothing more than disgusting special effects designed
to....oh, bloody hell! Did you SEE that? His whole fucking
head exploded! Play it back again!"


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"Stop it," Buffy hissed, pushing Spike's hand off her
thigh.

He rolled his eyes and sat quietly, watching the movie
for a few minutes, then slipped his hand behind her and
massaged the back of her neck.

She allowed him to continue, arching her back a little
so that he would move his hand down and rub it.

Spike obliged her, keeping his touch therapeutic. His
fingers knew exactly how much pressure to apply and
where to apply it, making her pliable and relaxed...which
was exactly how he wanted her.

"Feel good?" he whispered in her ear, smiling when she
sighed and sank back in his arms. Supporting her
against his chest, he rubbed his hands up and down her
arms, lulling her into dropping her guard.

The others were all engrossed in the movie, and he
had Buffy back far enough so that they were out of
everyone's peripheral vision. Slowly, he slipped his arms
around her waist and settled her more comfortably on
his lap.

After a few seconds, he carefully moved one hand down,
searching for the hem of her pajama top. When she
didn't protest, he allowed them to creep just beneath the
soft flannel and caress her stomach.

Her head leaned back on his shoulder, and he took
advantage of the position by kissing the slender curve
of her neck.

There was the tiniest little gasp, then she lifted one
hand and caressed the side of his face. Encouraged,
he nuzzled her throat as he stroked the warm skin
of her abdomen.

Her next move almost caused him to swallow his
tongue.

The tiny hand that had been touching his cheek so
tenderly suddenly dropped down and covered the back
of his right hand where it rested under her top. Before he
could even react, she moved his hand up and over the
curve of her breast, pressing it down firmly.

His cock became iron hard under the silk pajama pants
he wore. He lifted his hips, letting her feel it press against
her bottom. "Baby," he murmured in her ear. "Kiss me."

Buffy turned her head and his lips came down on hers. They
exchanged a soft, wet kiss that only made them want more.

Pulling back, she stared straight into his eyes and easily
read the message he was sending her.

"Be right back," she said, climbing to her feet and heading
for the kitchen.

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Spike waited two minutes, then went after her. Nobody
paid any attention to him. Their eyes were riveted on the
movies latest display of oozing organs and hacked off
limbs.

He stepped into the dark kitchen and was immediately
grabbed and shoved up against the wall.

"What took you so long?" Buffy demanded. "Don't you
want me anymore?"

This question was a private joke between them, and he
always answered it the same way.

"Kitten...you have no idea."

Bending his head, he captured her lips again, kissing
her long and hard. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching
for hers, then playing with it and coaxing it to enter his own
mouth. When it did, he closed his lips around it and sucked
it lightly.

Buffy made a soft sound in her throat, pressing herself
closer to him. Her hips ground against his, inflaming his
already raging hard on. His hands moved down her back
and cupped the cheeks of her ass, lifting her against him.

She pulled away to breathe. Meeting his gaze, she
sent one hand down between them and fondled his
erection.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, thrusting into her small hand.

"No, we can't," she said, squeezing gently. "But I can still
make you feel good."

He was well aware of that fact. Buffy's hands were just
as talented as the rest of her lovely body. She had learned
exactly what touches pleased him the most. She knew
that he liked her to wrap her fingers snugly around him and
use her thumb to caress the head of his cock, smearing
the drops of semen he produced back into his skin.

No woman at any time in his existence had excited
and satisfied him the way the slayer did so effortlessly.
Even Drusilla, whom he had truly loved for a very long
time, hadn't been able to compare to this young girl, so
young that she had barely left her teens.

Buffy was his world now, and he was almost sick with
love for her, love that she returned to him with a willing
and tender heart.

His desire for her was constant, it never left him at
peace anymore. All he wanted to do was be with her. He
thought about her when he was awake, and dreamed of
her when he slept. It was rapidly becoming an obsession.

God, life was good!

"These drawstring pants are handy, aren't they?" she
giggled, pulling them away from his skin and sliding
her little hand down inside of them.

Spike's head dropped forward and landed on her
shoulder. "Yeah...handy," he managed to choke out,
groaning when she grasped his cock and squeezed.

"Somebody's awfully hard," she sing-songed, pumping
her hand up and down.

He was getting dizzy with pleasure. Pushing her
pajama top up, he lowered his head and applied his
tongue to her nipples. He licked them firmly, with
long strokes of his tongue, then took each one into his
mouth and sucked.

Now, it was Buffy's turn to moan. Her hand moved up
and down, faster and faster. She used her free hand to
pull the silk pants away from his body, wanting to avoid
telltale stains on the fabric.

Spike's hand dove beneath the waistband of her own
pants, cupping the damp mound of her sex and rubbing
it. His fingers teased her, slipping slightly up inside of
her and then back out.

"Please," she begged in a throaty whisper. "Spike...come
on...please..."

He responded by moistening his index finger in her
wetness, then using it to stimulate her clitoris. He plucked
and rubbed it, eliciting soft purrs from her.

Buffy tightened her grip on his cock, and began working
him even faster. Her hand was wet from his secretions and
his hard flesh slipped easily through her delicate fingers.

"Faster, baby," he instructed her. "Make me come...do it for
me, love...oh...oh, yeah...."

It was difficult to keep himself quiet, but an interruption now
would be disastrous so he burrowed his face more deeply
between her warm breasts as they stood in the dark kitchen,
masturbating each other to a mutually satisfying climax.

His cock went off in her hand, splattering a load of semen
on the floor at the same time she clamped her thighs shut
and came all over his hand, soaking it with her juices.

They had already taken a big enough risk by fooling around
like this with their friends just a few steps away, so there was
no time for afterglow. Their hands slipped back out of each
other's pants, and they quickly composed themselves and
straightened their clothing, then returned to the front room.

Spike was right behind her, when he remembered that he
still had something else to do and made an immediate U-turn
back into the kitchen.

Tearing off a length of paper toweling, he wiped up his
semen off the floor and buried the mess in the trash can.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Have you changed your mind?"

"About what?"

"About the dare you accepted."

"Technically, I didn't"

"Technically, shmechnically...just because you didn't
accept it in front of witnesses doesn't mean you didn't
accept it."

"Will you quit nagging me?"

"Never."

"Shit."



TBC.....

Next: Part 5...Bedtime Stories
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