Title: Fireworks, Bells, and Whistles
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters are mine.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A little smut for the 4th of
July! (Great way to honor the birth of
our nation, huh?)
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"I can't believe you're really going to do it!"
Buffy just smiled as she packed her mother's wicker
hamper with sandwiches, cookies and fruit. An ice
filled cooler sat on the floor by the kitchen door.
Closing the latch on the basket, she turned to face
Dawn. "Well, if I wait for HIM to do it, I'll be waiting
until judgment day. He needs a nudge."
Dawn giggled and patted the basket. "So...where are
you planning to nudge him?"
"At the park," Buffy replied. "I figure...fourth of July...In-
dependence Day...it seemed appropriate."
"But won't a picnic in the park be hazardous to his
health?"
Buffy shrugged. "Where is it written that you have to have
your picnic during the day?"
"I guess that's true," Dawn said, laughing again. "This is
so exciting!"
"Anyway," Buffy continued, "if I time it right, think of how
cool it'll be with fireworks exploding in the sky and all."
She set the basket next to the cooler, then turned and
smiled eagerly at her sister. "Want to come upstairs and
see the one I picked out?"
"Let's go!"
********************
Buffy leaned back against a tree, gazing up at the clear
night sky. "So, where's the North Star, anyway?"
Spike opened his eyes. Stretched out on a quilt, he lay
with his head pillowed in Buffy's lap. Smiling at her very
serious expression, he reached up with one hand and
turned her face in the opposite direction. "In the north."
"Oh!" She looked down at him and smiled back. "Well,
I never claimed to be a boy scout."
"Good thing," he replied. "You haven't got the right equip-
ment for it."
Pulling a grape off the bunch in her hand, she fed it to
him. "True...but my man likes the equipment I have just
fine."
"Mmm-hmm...he definitely does." .
They sat together in a companionable silence for a few
minutes, watching the people move through the park,
laughing and talking.
"Do you ever think about the future?" she suddenly
asked, smoothing her thumb over the high arch of his
cheek.
"Yeah," he said, after a short pause. He took hold of her
hand and kissed her fingers. "Future's so bright I gotta
wear shades."
Buffy nodded agreeably. "It's looking up, all right. I actually
feel like I have one."
"You do," he said insistently. "Hey, what with you being so
good at your job, plus Willow's protection spells, you just
might be the first slayer to ever reach retirement age."
She grinned. "Think I'll get a gold watch?"
"I'll make sure you do."
Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch as he stroked
her hair. "I love you."
These spontaneous declarations of love never failed to
thrill him. He'd waited so long to hear her say it, that when
she'd finally done so he'd made her promise that she'd
say it at least twice a day from then on.
"Love you, too, kitten."
"For always?" she asked.
He looked up at her, surprised. "Of course for always. Till
the end of the world, remember?" He ran his finger along
the gold chain she was wearing, tugging her locket out from
beneath her shirt.
Spike had given her the locket on her twenty-first birthday,
and she had cried when she'd seen the words he'd had en-
graved on it, a reminder of a promise he'd made twice before.
He'd mopped up her tears and fastened the clasp around
her neck, and since that day, the only time she removed it
was when they went out to patrol because she was afraid
that the chain might get broken and she would lose it.
To his constant amusement, every time they ran into
a vamp or demon unexpectedly, she made them wait
until she took the locket off before commencing the
fight.
********************
"So," Buffy cleared her throat. "About the future..."
He could see she had something specific on her mind and
at one time these words would have unsettled him. She'd
usually started her "why you and I can never be together and
I don't really love you anyway" speeches with a similar over-
ture.
But this was a whole new world now, and so he waited with
no fear for her to tell him what she was thinking about.
"I just wondered," Her cheeks turned red and her eyes
skittered off nervously. "This is so strange. I've never pictured
myself doing this."
"Well, you're not doing anything yet, love," he observed.
"Right." She took a deep breath. "Sit up for a second."
"But I like it down here," he complained, then grudgingly
did as she asked when she gave him a push.
Buffy waited until he was sitting opposite her with their
knees touching, then took his hand. "Okay, here's the
thing....I love you," she said softly. "I love you very much."
"I know you do."
"Well...I was thinking...I mean I was just wondering...if you
would ever....if you might want to...."
"Buffy," Spike said, squeezing her hand. "Stop picking at
the band-aid and just yank it off. You know there's nothing
you can't say to me."
Screwing all her courage to the sticking place, she reached
into her jacket pocket and withdrew a small black box. "I
love you," she said again. "And I can't live without you. Will
you marry me?" She opened the box, revealing a gold mens
signet ring nestled inside. "Spike...will you be my husband?"
His jaw dropped in disbelief. "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding
me!"
********************
It wasn't the reaction she'd been hoping for.
"Uh, no," she said in an unsteady voice. "Actually, I'm
not."
Spike was shaking his head. "I can't believe you're doing
this!"
Buffy was horribly afraid that she was going to burst into
tears if Spike said one more word.
"Never mind," she stammered, closing the ring box with a
loud snap. "It...it was just an idea, and I guess it was a
really bad one."
Mortified beyond further speech, she tried to stand up.
"Wait a second." He grabbed her hand and tugged her
back down beside him. "You got it all wrong."
She resisted his pull, trying to free her hand from his
grasp and run as fast as she could from the whole
horrible, embarrassing situation. "Spike...let go. I want
to go home."
"No!" He shook his head and made her sit. "You just
sit still and keep your mouth shut for a minute, all right?"
Grabbing his coat with the hand that was not engaged in
keeping Buffy grounded, he reached into the inner pocket
and produced a black velvet box that was almost identical
to the one she was holding.
Flipping the lid up with his thumb, he showed her what
was hidden inside.
A ring, obviously an antique. The center stone was a large,
square cut diamond, surrounded by smaller ones.
"Is....is that for me?" she whispered.
Spike chuckled. "Of course it's for you. It's your engage-
ment ring...if you'll have me, that is." Becoming suddenly
serious, he extracted the ring from it's velvet bed and
placed it at the tip of her left ring finger. "Buffy," he said,
repeating her earlier declaration. 'I love you, and I can't
live without you. Will you be my wife?"
Her world set right again, she smiled and laughed
as he slipped the ring on her finger. "Yes," she said
happily. "Yes, I will."
She threw herself into his arms and kissed him, long
and hard. "I...thought you..."
"You thought what?"
She shrugged. "I thought you were saying no before,
like I was crazy for even asking."
He rolled his eyes. "You've taken one too many hits
in the head, Slayer. Like I'd EVER say no to you."
She tilted her hand, admiring the way the moonlight
made the diamonds sparkle.
"Do you like it?"
"Do I like it?" she repeated. "I love it!" She
examined the antique setting. "It looks old."
"That's because it is old," he said. "It belonged to
my mother."
Just when she thought the ring couldn't be any more
wonderful, he told her THAT.
"Then I'll treasure it even more," she said, sniffling.
"You cry and I'll take it back," he warned her.
"I'm not crying."
"And why are your eyes all watery, then?"
"Allergies?"
"Right." He pulled her into his arms and captured
her mouth beneath his, tasting the salt of her tears.
A sudden star burst of red and yellow blossomed
in the sky, accompanied by a chorus of "ooohs"
and "ahhhs".
They pulled apart to watch the next explosion.
"How's this for romance?" he asked her, sitting
down and holding her in his lap.
"Pretty darn good," she said, gasping at an even
bigger and more colorful display in the sky. "Good
thing my country declared independence from yours
or we'd have no ambiance."
"The hell we wouldn't" he murmured, nuzzling the
side of her neck. "These fireworks are nothing compared
to the ones we'll set off in bed."
********************
In her bedroom, they kept the lights off. The kids
across the street were shooting off more fireworks
and the colors lit up the room and splashed over
their bare skin.
"I want you so bad," he murmured, slipping his hands
down her bare back until they were resting at her
waist. "You're so goddamn beautiful...so soft."
Buffy began backing up towards the bed, tugging him
along with her. "You want me, huh?" she asked teasingly.
"I want you, all right," he almost growled. "And I'm
going to have you...over and over again.
Lying beside her on the bed, he let his eyes
caress her first.
"Over and over again?" She shivered at the thought.
"You think you can actually manage that?"
He grinned, slipping his hands down her throat to her
breast. "I know I can. Can you handle it?"
"I'm a slayer. I can 'handle' anything," she replied,
then proved it by reaching down and wrapping her
fingers around his erection.
His groan of pleasure vibrated on her skin as she
moved her hand up and down in a slow, steady
rhythm. Her other hand slid behind his neck and
tugged gently until he lowered his head and placed
a kiss on the upper curve of her right breast.
"More," she whispered, squeezing his shaft.
When his mouth finally closed over one tight
nipple, she arched her back and hissed in air
between her teeth. He sucked at her, alternating
between strong, hard pulls of his mouth, and
gentle suction. He used his tongue to swirl wetly
around the sensitive tips, moving his free hand over
to fondle her unattended breast.
Switching sides, he nipped at her with his teeth,
then sucked her hard and deep, making her feel
the same seductive pull in her womb.
Her skin felt damp and hot, sensitive to his
lightest touch.
He wedged his knee between hers, urging her to part
them. One hand moved down and caressed the taut
muscles of her belly, then slid further until it found
the moist curls that covered her sex.
A teasing finger moved on her, sliding up and
down her swollen labia and rubbing firmly against her
clitoris. Then, at the same time he moved up and
took her mouth again, thrusting his tongue in, he
inserted his finger inside her.
Buffy lifted her hips, seeking more of his touch.
Spike's body shuddered in reaction, and he buried his
face against the side of her neck. "God, you're so
damn tight, so hot and wet. Baby....you have such a
juicy little pussy. Gimme me a taste."
He withdrew his finger and slid down her body. Giving her
no opportunity to even form a thought, he shoved her legs
further apart and sank his tongue up inside her, forcing
it in as deeply as he could make it go.
She moaned when she felt him licking her clit in long
hard strokes, and her fingers clenched painfully in his
hair, pressing him down even harder.
*************************
A long whistle pierced the night, the kind
usually heard in a movie when a bomb was being
dropped.
Dimly, through the throb of her own pulse pounding
in her ears, Buffy knew it was yet another type of
firework being set off.
Spike's hands tightened on her ass, lifting her a
bit more to the ravenous attack of his tongue. He licked
harder, then took her clit into his mouth and sucked it
firmly, making her explode in an agony of pleasure, her
juices wetting his face.
Without giving her a chance to recover, he moved up
over her and waited.
"Do it," he rasped. "Take my cock and put it inside
you."
She reached down, and when he felt her fingers on
him, his hips jerked sharply.
Buffy held him in a tight grip, placing the head of his
shaft at her opening and raising her hips just a bit
higher.
"Fuck," he moaned, sinking into her a little at a time,
his thighs forcing hers further apart. When he was
completely buried in her, he paused and pushed down
hard, grinding his sex into hers.
She caught a quick look at his darkly intent eyes
right before he brought his lips down on hers and
kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue in her mouth and
licking the slick enamel of her teeth.
Once he began to move, there was no holding him
back. No gentle movements or tender touches were
forthcoming at the moment. Just raw sexual possession,
as he staked a claim with the power and force of his body
invading hers.
"I claim you in the name of me," he'd whispered once
during a sweetly silly encounter that took place in the
basement of the Magic Box. It had been a far more
accurate statement than he'd known at the time, since it
was the first time she'd acknowledged to herself that she
belonged to him.
But this wasn't sweet or silly. Tonight, they had
bonded in a way they hadn't done before, and made an
entirely different commitment to each other.
His hips pumped into her with amazing strength, fast and
hard, pushing his rigid cock to a depth she'd never
felt it go before.
"Buffy," he panted in her ear. "Say you're mine....say it...I
need to hear it, baby.....please....."
"I'm your's, Spike," she said, wrapping her arms and
legs around him, holding him even closer. She turned
her head and whispered in his ear. "I'm all yours,
baby....your girl...forever. It's just you and me....always...that's
so good....harder...oh, please...fuck me harder...feels so
good..."
She poured words of love and sex into his ear, moaning and
gasping for breath, grunting with every slam of his body
against hers.
When he sensed that she was approaching climax, he
sent one hand down between them and found her clit,
rubbing it wildly, squeezing and tugging it until she
came with a copious rush of fluid that made everything
stickier and wetter than it already was.
He pounded her with fast impaling thrusts, harder
and deeper, until she felt his body stiffen all over in her
arms. Then, remaining perfectly still, he emptied thicks
spurts of semen into her receptive body.
Slowly...slowly...he relaxed down onto her, lying spent in
her embrace, and telling her over and over again how much
he loved her, how much he would always love her.
As she stroked and petted him, the diamond on her finger
glittered in the sudden brightness of a Roman Candle that
lit up the room.
*************************
"That was amazing."
"Liked that, did you?"
Buffy sighed. "Like is such a paltry word."
Tightening his arm around her, Spike reached down
and yanked up the sheet.
"So romantic," she murmured, "with all those fireworks
going off."
He chuckled. "The ones outside, or the ones in here?"
"Both."
"Did you hear that whistle?" he asked. "What the hell WAS
that, anyway?"
"Don't know," she shook her head. "I mainly just heard
bells."
"What bells? There were no bells."
"Yes, there were. Big, loud wedding bells."
"Oh, yeah....I heard those, too."
The End.
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