Title: The Emperor of Ice Cream
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters are mine.
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Summary: Let's see....Angel is gone
to hell after the 'Acathla' incident (and
is NOT coming back), Spike left Sunnydale
with Drusilla, then came back for Buffy.
They're getting closer and closer......
Part Two.....
They sat at a table in a far corner of the food court. The
crowd was thinning out and they were pretty much alone
in the area.
For nearly two minutes, they worked at the ice cream cones
while staring directly at each other. Neither said a word.
Buffy was completely hypnotized by the sight of Spike's
tongue as he dealt with the frozen treat. It looked to her
as though it might be a little...longer...than ordinary, and
she wondered if it had something to do with his vampire
physiology, or whether he was just well endowed.
Their one and only make out session had been abruptly
aborted when her mom had come home unexpectedly, and
they hadn't had a chance to really explore things like each
others tongues.
But, whatever the reason, he certainly knew how to make
it work. She watched, fascinated, as he lapped around the
sides of the softening ice cream, smoothing it out.
It was amazingly erotic. She almost felt the need to fan
herself.
Just when she thought he couldn't be any sexier consuming
the ice cream, he dipped his tongue into it, catching
a fair sized chunk of a strawberry. He opened his mouth,
and she saw the red morsel balance on the tip of his
tongue before he took it in.
"How's your ice cream?" he asked, smiling that devilish
smile she adored.
"It's...it's good," she replied absently. "Yours?"
"Very good." He held it out to her. "Taste?"
**Oh, yes. Please** Buffy leaned forward and, instead
of licking the ice cream, she took a bite out of it, smearing
her mouth with it. As she sat back, she ran her tongue across
her lips, cleaning off the pink sticky mess.
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"I know how to make your eyes light up, luv."
"Is that a fact?"
"Yeah. All I need to do is shine a flashlight in
your ear....hey, don't leave!"
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Spike was surprised the ice cream didn't melt right in his
hand.
How the hell the slayer could turn eating ice cream
into a sexual act, he didn't know.
What he DID know, was that he was becoming
more and more turned on...even more than he usually
was around Buffy.
He blatantly stared as her little pink tongue darted in and
out of her mouth, gliding over her lips every so often to
clean off the chocolate clinging to them.
"Buffy?" he said impulsively.
"What?"
Spike had no clue as to what he'd been about to say, so he
improvised. "You're dripping."
Buffy pressed her thighs together. How the hell did HE
know? "Beg your pardon?"
"The ice cream. It's dripping."
"Oh...yeah." She had transferred the cone to her other
hand and was about to lick the chocolate off her fingers,
when Spike suddenly reached across the table and pre-
vented it.
With absolutely no idea as to why he was acting this
way, he raised her fingers to his mouth and licked them
clean.
Buffy's heart did an immediate cartwheel, but she retained
enough presence of mind to immediately paint her lips with
fudge ice cream.
This time, her tongue stayed in her own mouth.
**Oh, fucking hell** Spike stood and leaned over the table.
Sliding his free hand behind her neck, he held her still while
he tongued the chocolate off her lips.
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" I always know when I'm getting e-mail from
you, Spike."
"How?"
"There's a stamp on it."
"Oh, yeah? Well, I always know when I get
one from you, luv."
"Do tell."
"There's a computer in my mailbox....OW!"
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Buffy inhaled sharply, then stood up and pressed
her lips against Spike's
As they kissed, he slipped his arm around her and
pulled her clear across the table, sitting back down with
her in his lap.
When they pulled back from each other, Buffy was
almost panting for air. "God, that feels good," she
said, nuzzling the side of his face.
"Feels better than good, Slayer," Spike replied, tangling
his fingers in her hair and kissing her again.
Their tongues met and danced from his mouth into her's
and back again. Buffy could feel an extremely large bulge
pressing against her bottom, and she rubbed her ass against
it playfully.
Spike groaned, lifting himself slightly to grind against her.
"Buffy...."
"Yeah?"
"Let's get out of here."
"Okay."
They disposed of the now soupy ice cream, gathered up their
bags and headed for the exit.
But an overwhelming lust had taken root in them, and they
had to stop here and there on the way, just to kiss and caress
each other.
Spike maneuvered her into a small corridor that led down to
the bathrooms. He shoved her up against the wall and captured
her mouth again, his tongue sliding past her lips.
He had one hand up the hem of her skirt and was fumbling
at the front of her panties, when the door to the ladies room
opened and a gang of giggling teenage girls came out.
Once they passed by, giving the couple curious looks, Buffy
realized that it just wasn't going to work there. She looked up
at Spike, aroused beyond bearing, begging him with her eyes
to do something before she died of the need.
He looked around desperately, wondering where the hell he
could take her. There weren't very many people left in
the mall, even with their late closing time.
After looking at his watch, his eyes landed on the gingerbread
house where Santa Claus spent his daylight hours. It was
dark now, and Santa was gone. There were no bright lights
on, no Christmas music playing, no animatronic elves stirring.
Grabbing Buffy's hand he towed her along behind him. He
took one last look around, then pushed her into the little
house and closed the door.
When he turned to face Buffy, she dropped the bags
she'd been carrying and jumped into his arms.
Spike caught her, lifting her to wrap her legs around his
waist. He staggered backwards, landing in Santa's big, plush
red velvet arm chair.
Buffy rose to her knees, and lifted her skirt. Her panties
were fastened by tiny ribbons. They were red satin and lace,
and she wore a garter belt the same color.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he whispered fiercely, tugging open
the ribbons on either side and removing her panties.
Sitting back for a moment, he looked her over. The garter
belt and stockings could stay, they were sexier than hell,
but her sweater had to come off.
Reading his mind, Buffy took the hem of the garment in
both hands and yanked it up and over her head, dropping
it to the floor, then sat back down in his lap.
Her bra was also flaming scarlet, and it had...to his intense
delight...a front closing clasp. Wasting no time, he twisted
the tiny clip open, exposing her breasts.
"This just gets better and better," he murmured, placing
his hands on her breasts and squeezing them firmly. "You
know," he added, "for such a tiny girl...these are pretty
big."
"You like?" she teased, shimmying her shoulders a little
to make her breasts bounce.
"I definitely do," he assured her. "I've wanted to get my hands
on your tits for so fucking long." He continued his sensual
massage of her warm flesh, squeezing and molding them
in his large hands. "Sit up a little."
Buffy rose back to her knees, bringing her breasts within
reach of his ravenous mouth.
"Mmmm...so pretty," he said, licking her nipples gently.
She played with his unruly curls, mussing them to her
satisfaction.
Spike pushed both her breasts together, creating a luscious
cleavage. He explored it with his tongue, then lapped at her
nipples with long, rough strokes.
Buffy moaned. "Take...in your mouth," she begged, breathing
raggedly. "Suck them...please. I like that."
"Anything, baby," he vowed. Opening his mouth he took her
right breast in and began sucking hard, swirling his tongue
around the taut nipple.
He teased with his tongue and teeth, nipping playfully, then
licking to soothe them. "You know what I wish?" he asked,
rubbing his cheek against her.
"What?"
"I wish you'd never wear a bra." He looked up at her, grinning
wickedly. "That way...I could push your shirt up and suck
your nipples anytime."
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"Hey, Buffy...I know why you want your zip code
tattooed on your tummy?"
"Oh, this I gotta hear."
"So you'll get the right 'male' in your box."
"Behave yourself, Spike."
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The things he was saying drove her up the wall and back
down again. Hot, dirty words, whispered in her ear, com-
bined with the feel of his hand wedged between her thighs,
was enough to bring on an orgasm. It was a quick one,
but it was more than she'd had in a very long time.
She bounced up and down in his lap, moaning at the
feel of his finger sliding in and out of her aching pussy. His
thumb began to stimulate her clit, and it was all she could
do not to scream until her vocal cords seized up.
Making her lift up again, Spike fumbled with his belt buckle,
then unfastened his jeans, releasing a steel hard erection.
Buffy wrapped her fingers around it and began jacking it
gently, drinking in the sounds of his pleasure.
"Fuck....yeah, baby....that's it...squeeze it...harder...ahh.
Mmmm...can you...can you go faster? Fast...I'm....oh,
fuck, fuck...yeah...right there...right under the head...it's
good, baby....so fucking good...sweet little hand...pulling on
my dick..."
His hips were jerking beneath her, and he seemed to be
on the verge of climax. Buffy backed off, allowing him to settle
down a bit.
The head of his shaft was slick with semen, and she rubbed
her thumb over it, making him groan all over again.
"Enough, baby," he whispered. Lifting her, he reached down
with one hand and positioned his cock at her entry. "Now...sit
down on it...slowly...I want you to feel every inch of it...s'all
for you, baby...all of it."
Buffy lowered herself with excrutiating slowness. She could feel
the tightness of his penetration. His large organ was stretching
her in ways she'd never thought possible.
"Ohhhh....yeah," he muttered. "All the way in..."
Buffy moved up and down, riding him like a runaway pony. She
wrapped her arms around his head, cuddling him against her
breasts, squealing with delight when he tongued her nipples
to diamond hardness.
Up and down, faster and faster, she bounced in his lap. Her
head tipped back, and she stared at the ceiling of the ginger-
bread house.
Spike's hands were under her bottom, helping her ride him.
"Faster, baby," he demanded, jerking his hips up hard. "Come
on, do it...fuck me good...that's my girl...my slayer...gonna slay
me with that tight pussy of yours. Where in...fucking hell...did
you learn....to do that?"
"Instinct," she choked out. "And....good muscle...control."
"Fucking A right." He could feel his balls tightening, drawing up,
and he knew he couldn't go much longer. Wanting her to come at
the same time he did, he sent one hand down between them and
played with her clit. He twisted it gently, then pinched and rubbed
it, feeling a brand new rush of slick fluid ooze out of her.
His dick was straining to ejaculate, and when he felt Buffy clamp
down on it even tighter, he knew it was time.
Lifting her slightly, he began to pound his cock into her, hard
and amazingly fast.
"Spike...Spike...." Buffy whimpered. "I'm....I'm coming...coming...oh!
Oh, yes....do it....come in me....give it to me....I....oh, god...."
She buried her face against his neck to muffle her scream of orgasmic
release.
As her pussy twitched and jerked , Spike's cock
finally erupted, soaking her womb with a huge load of semen. He
pumped it into her, giving her every last drop he had.
Holding on tightly, Buffy's body began to relax, and she sank down
on his lap. Her breathing was erratic, and her heart was booming
inside her chest.
Spike held her close, kissing and caressing her, and saying all
the right things, all the things she so desperately wanted to hear.
"Buffy....I love you. Baby, I love you so, so much."
She looked at him. "Really?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Yeah," he nodded."That's why I came back...for you." He
stroked her sweat dampened hair out of her eyes. "Couldn't
stay away. You just kind of...got inside my heart. And I had
to see you again."
She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. "That's the
most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me."
Spike sighed and allowed her to draw his head against her
breast. Pressing his cheek against her soft skin, he smiled.
"You love me, too, you know."
She chuckled. "I do, huh?"
"Mm-hmm. You're crazy about me. Can't live without me."
Buffy stroked his hair. "I think you're right," she said softly. "I
really do think you're right."
TBC......
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