Title: Worth A Second Go
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Summary: This is how I would have
ended 'Harsh Light of Day'
Part Two....
Buffy had a little trouble getting her
key to work in the lock, and the fact that
Spike was standing directly behind her, so
closely that she could feel his erection
pressing against her, wasn't making it any
easier.
When she was at the point of seriously
considering kicking the door down, the
tumblers finally clicked.
The door flew open, and they both nearly
tumbled into the room.
"Come here," Spike said, shutting the
door with his foot as he yanked Buffy into
his arms.
She went willingly, and they fell into an
ardent kiss, attacking each other with open
mouths and eager tongues, as they tugged
at each other's clothes.
Shrugging out of his coat, he wrapped
his arms tightly around her waist and lifted
her, carrying her to one of the unmade beds.
He dropped her on it, then followed her down.
Kissing and nuzzling her face and throat, he
made sure to keep his fangs to himself.
Buffy pushed weakly at his shoulders, won-
dering where all her 'slayer strength' had
suddenly disappeared to.
"Wait...this isn't my bed," she panted.
"Who gives a shit? Come back here." He
reached for her as she finally broke free.
She eluded him easily and jumped off
the bed, turning to face him with a 'Come
and get it' smile.
Spike growled. "Come here, little girl."
"No," she laughed, feeling playful. "YOU come
HERE."
"Why should I?" he asked, lounging back
against the pillows.
"Because, if you don't..." She began to pull
her blouse over head. "you can't touch."
He watched her, eyes hot with lust. "Take
it off," he demanded.
Buffy complied, whisking the light blue
silk over her head and tossing it carelessly
to the floor. She toed off her shoes and
stood before him, clad in her slacks and
a baby blue lace bra.
"God, you ARE pretty," he said, taking
her in with an avid gaze.
The compliment startled her, jarring her
out of her 'oh, why the hell not?' frame of
mind.
"Do you mean that?" she asked, for
some reason wanting his approval...need-
ing it.
Her question made him pause.
**Christ...I really do mean it...how's THAT
for a revelation?**
To be honest, he wasn't completely
bowled over by it. If he forced himself to
go toe-to-toe-with the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but, he'd always thought that
she was pretty, right from the start...pretty,
and sexy as hell.
In fact, one of his clearest memories was
of the night he'd seen her for the very first
time.
He and Dru had been in Sunnydale less
than one day before he'd gone looking
for the slayer he'd been hearing so much
about.
All he'd planned on doing that night was
sizing her up, studying how she fought,
and watching for potential weaknesses.
That had been the extent of his interest
when he'd first entered the Bronze; to get
things moving so he could focus his
attention on caring for Dru.
But when he'd spotted her, when he'd seen
that pretty, babyish face and luscious body,
his thoughts had taken a whole new direction.
He had circled the dance floor, watching every
shimmy of her shoulders, every sway of her
shapely ass, every thrust of her pelvis, and
every teasing smile.
All the men in the room had wanted her, and
he'd been no exception.
"That's mine," he remembered thinking, "That's
for me."
In the alley behind the Bronze, he'd waited
in the shadows, watching her fight and
wondering if she fucked with the same
kind of passion.
When it was over, it had been all he could
do to keep himself from picking her up,
carrying her to the nearest available bed,
and pounding into her with everything he
had.
He'd NEVER wanted a girl as instantly,
and as badly, as he'd wanted this slayer.
The events of the next few months had
sharpened his hate, but done nothing to
dull his desire.
He'd spent a fair amount of time idly
contemplating fantasies of bedding her.
Whenever Drusilla had lapsed into
bouts of weirdness that even HE wanted
no part of, he would find himself think-
ing about Buffy.
He would imagine himself grabbing her
and throwing her to the ground. Falling
on top of her, he'd plunge between those
strong thighs and fuck her until she
screamed, then rip her throat out after
he'd made her come.
And he would make her forget that Angel
had ever existed...which was only fair.
When his sire had returned to them sans
soul once again, Spike had been forced
to watch as the faithless bitch he'd loved
crawled into Angel's bed.
The two of them had gone at it night
and day...only surfacing to work
on Angel's moronic plan to drop kick
the world into hell.
The fucking idiot had never glommed on to
the fact that if the whole world went to
hell, THEY'D be going right alone with it.
Drusilla, being the intellectual whiz kid
that she was, thought everything Angel
did was brilliant, fucking poetry in motion.
She'd done anything he'd wanted, anytime,
anywhere, for any reason. World's going
to hell? Count me in!
Spike had less than zero interest in
being cast into hell. He didn't care WHO
was in charge, or who would be Satan's
new best friend.
He was quite happy where he was, thanks
all the same.
It had been so incredibly galling to sit
in that wheelchair and watch Angel pawing
Drusilla morning, noon, and night, taunting
him with daily reports of their latest mara-
thon fuck fest.
When he'd begun to make sneering
comments about his superior skill in
bed, Spike had finally been pushed
too far.
With his male pride on the line, he'd
sacrificed his vampire pride. That son-
of a bitch had to go...permanently...and
there was only one person who could help
make that dream a reality.
Plans made, he'd gone looking for Buffy.
The truce he'd hammered out with her had
been the beginning of the end, he just
hadn't known it at the time.
He'd kept his promise and taken Drusilla
to South America to start a new life.
Things had gone sour fast, and he had
learned the hard way that he'd never
be able to pry Angel out of Dru's mind.
She'd wanted no part of him. Nothing he did
for her, no amount of lavish gifts or
declarations of love had made her happy.
Angry at Spike's role in Angel's betrayal,
she had punished him by spreading her
legs for every sodding demon that crossed
her path, no matter how disgusting it was.
It had gone on for months, a never ending
cycle of torment, until the night he'd come
home and found her gone.
With no idea where she'd disappeard to,
and with nowhere else to go, he'd returned
to Sunnydale.
To say that he'd been shocked to find Angel
back in the land of the sort of living, would
be the grossest understatement ever uttered.
Since the world hadn't been sucked down
the drain into hell, Spike had assumed
that the slayer had won her final battle
with Angelus.
It hadn't taken him long to realize that
Angel had, once again, been slapped with
a shiny new soul.
Somehow...someway...the fucker had
gotten it back.
And he'd gotten the slayer back as well.
The cosmic injustice of it was staggering.
Angel had stolen Drusilla away and tried to
end the world, and instead of being punished
for his crimes, he'd been rewarded for them.
It was all so fucking unfair!
If ANYONE should have rewarded with
that juicy little slayer, it should have
been him.
**Well...better late than never**
Spike sat up and tugged off his boots. Cross-
ing the room at an unhurried pace, he un-
buttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.
"Come on now, Slayer...you know you're
gorgeous."
Sliding his fingers into the waist band of her
pants, he pulled her close.
Buffy inhaled sharply when their lower
bodies made contact. "Still...it's nice
to hear."
He smiled. It had been a long time since
he'd had to woo a girl with sweet talk and
compliments, but it was a skill you didn't
forget.
"Believe me, kitten. You are one delicious
little package."
He undid the top button of her slacks.
"You've got that lovely hair, such a pretty
color it is."
Her zipper slid down, revealing a glimpse
of panties that matched her bra.
"Your skin is so soft and warm. Not a mark
on it anywhere."
His thumbs hooked into the sides of her
slacks and began to pull them down.
"And your mouth. So pretty and sassy...just
begging to be kissed."
Her slacks dropped down around her
ankles, and he took her hands to balance
her as she stepped out of them.
"Your eyes are lovely. Green as the
grass, with flecks of gold in them. They
sparkle when you smile."
Tiny satin ribbons held her panties together
on both sides. He tugged them loose, then
pulled the blue lace from between her legs.
Her bra had a front closure that he opened
easily.
"And you have a body that could stop traffic."
Placing his hands on breasts that were sur-
prisingly ample for such a slender girl, he
fondled them.
Buffy murmured something he couldn't
understand, closing her eyes and letting
her head drop back.
Spike leaned down and whispered,"You
are SO beautiful. I've always thought so,
you know. Beautiful." He kissed the
side of her face. "And sexy." His mouth
moved to explore her throat. "And I want
you so much it hurts."
Buffy's head was spinning. This was ama-
zing! Where had THIS Spike been hiding
all this time?
Squeezing her breasts firmly, he pushed
them together and lowered his head to
kiss the lush curves.
Tonguing her nipples to diamond hardness,
he took one into his mouth and began
sucking on it.
"Oh...oh God..." Buffy whimpered.
Spike smiled against her skin. "Like that,
do you?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded.
"Want more?"
"Yes, please."
Smiling at her politeness, he took her
hand and led her across the room.
He sat down on the side of her bed and
widened his legs to position her between
them.
Desperate for further attention, Buffy leaned
forward and placed her hands on his
shoulders, offering him her breasts again.
He placed a kiss on the soft skin between
them, then began teasing her nipples with
his tongue and teeth, keeping the touch light.
She looked down to watch, and was rocketed
into the stratosphere by the sight of what
he was doing. She'd never seen anything so
erotic before.
Spike met her gaze as he suckled her. With-
out ever breaking eye contact, he moved from
one breast to the other.
He moved his hands up her sides, pushing
the mounds together again.
"These are really beautiful, Slayer," he said,
releasing her from his mouth. "I want to lick
them...suck them...play with them all day."
With his hands supporting her from be-
neath, he caught her nipples between his
thumb and forefinger, pinching them gently.
"Then," he went on. "I want to lay you down
and put my cock between them...and
fuck them. Want to feel them squeezing
around my dick when I slide it up and down."
Buffy almost cried when he suddenly
stopped and nudged her away. "What's
wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he said, moving back
on the mattress and pulling her along with
him.
He rose to his knees in the middle of the
bed, positioning her in front of him the same
way.
"Unzip my pants."
Buffy placed her hands on his thighs, then
slid them up until she found the top snap.
Opening it, she reached for the tab of his
zipper. It slid down easily, propelled both
by her fingers, and by the pressure of his
erection.
"Put your hand in and take it out...good
girl."
Buffy's eyes became as round as silver
dollars when she saw what he had for her.
**No way is THAT gonna fit**
"Don't look so nervous," he said, seeming
to read her mind. "It'll go all the way in.
I plan on making you very...very...wet."
She smiled. Apparently, he'd taken her
teasing comment as a challenge.
Without warning, he inserted one hand
between her thighs.
"Or, should I say...wetter?"
Buffy didn't think she could BE any wetter. The
moisture her body was generating was flow-
ing like a faucet.
What he did next only increased the flow.
After wetting his fingers with her fluid, he
brought them to his mouth and licked them,
holding her gaze.
"Mmmm...this may be even sweeter than
the taste of your blood," he said.
"YOU'LL never know," she replied tartly.
Spike just laughed. "Never say never, luv."
Buffy decided to knock him down a notch or
two. She moved her hand up and down
his shaft, experimenting with pace and
pressure. Using her thumb, she smeared
the drops of semen he was producing
into the tip of his penis.
"Looks like I'm not the ONLY wet one in
the room," she said.
Her ministrations were having the desired
effect. Spike closed his eyes, thrusting his
hips forward.
"Ahh...fuck," he muttered. "Yeah...do that.
Tighter, kitten...squeeze my...yes...now,
faster...just a little...that's good..." He
thrusted rythmnically into her wet little
fingers.
Spike was a little surprised. Where the HELL
had she learned to do this?
Not from that boy she'd been with. He didn't
look smart enough to organize a gang fuck
in a Shanghai whorehouse, let alone teach
a near virgin these kinds of tricks.
It was possible, he supposed, that Angel had
instructed her on how to please a man.
Possible...but not likely.
His sire had not been 'Angelus' when he'd
had his one night with the slayer. Which
was just as well, since Angelus got off
by inflicting pain. The harder he made a
girl cry, the better he liked it.
No, he'd just been plain old Angel, and plain
old Angel probably wasn't the last of the
red hot lovers.
His worship of the innocent virgin she'd
been would have prevented him from really
getting down and dirty with Buffy. Maybe
if they'd had more time...
He cut off that thought abruptly. Thinking
about Angel in bed with the slayer was
pissing him off for some reason.
**Screw YOU, Angel...you had your chance
and you fucked it up**
If it hadn't been either the boy or Angel who'd
tutored the slayer in the art of foreplay, then
it must be a natural skill for her.
His mind reeled at the possibilities. If
she was this good after two brief sexual
encounters, he couldn't begin to imagine
how good she'd be once she got a little
experience under her belt...so to speak.
**I'll do it....I'm gonna teach this girl things
she's never even dreamed of...gonna
teach her everything...don't care how long
it takes**
TBC.....
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