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Title: Worth A Second Go
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: This is how I would have ended
'Harsh Light of Day'



Part Three....

"I think this will be a lot more fun if you
take these off."

Buffy's voice interrupted his carnal daydreams,
and it took him a moment to focus and
realize she was referring to his trousers.

"I think you're right," he said, a smart
ass grin on his face.

Although he hated having to pull his rigid
shaft away from her warm little hand, he
forced himself to do it, then stood up on
the bed and shoved the tight denim down
around his ankles.

Buffy pulled them off as he lifted one foot
at a time, then threw them onto the growing
pile of their discarded clothing as he knelt
beside her.

Since he had an aversion to wearing any
sort of underwear, there was nothing between
his erection and her eager fingers.

"Better?" he asked, caressing her hair.

She looked up at him and smiled. "All kinds
of better." Taking a firm hold of him, she slid
her hand slowly up and down, squeezing a
little as he'd indicated he liked.

It was only a matter of moments before
Spike felt the warning signs of impending
climax, and he pushed her hand away before
something embarrassing could occur.

Buffy looked puzzled. "Did I do something
wrong? Don't you like it?"

"Hell, yes I like it," he said. Taking her
hands, he lifted them and pressed a slow
kiss into each soft palm, lightly touching
them with his tongue. "But I almost came
in your hand. That can be a lot of fun,
but I'm not gonna rush through this." He
gave her a lacivious wink. "There's lots more
fun to be had."

Before she could say anything in reply,
Spike slipped his arms around Buffy's
slender waist and turned to lower her
to the mattress.

Lying down next to her, he guided her
into a position where she was straddling
his waist, one knee on either side of him.

He slid down on the bed beneath her, until
her sex was directly over his face, then
pulled her down to his hungry mouth.

Spike could tell by her reaction that this
was a completely new experience for her.
Sparing a brief, contemptuous thought for
the two idiots who'd neglected her sexual
education so shamefully, he slid his
tongue up and down her cleft. Pushing
it deeply inside her, he moved it around,
then began slipping it in and out of her,
in a simulation of intercourse.

Above him, Buffy was panting and squirm-
ing as he worked at her, gasping out
little half formed words that made no sense.

When he located the sensitive button at
the apex of her sex, he licked it and
sucked at it, rewarded by her cries of
pleasure.

He took hold of the firm cheeks of her ass,
keeping her where he wanted as he ate her
out, using every trick in his vast arsenal to
drive her right up the fucking wall and back
down again.

The kittenish sounds coming from her lips
were music to him, spurring him on to make
this experience everything that it could
be...doing it for her.

Moving one hand down, he carefully inserted
his middle finger inside of the tight warmth his
tongue was playing in, sliding it in and out.

A few thrusts and one last hard suck on
her clit was all that was needed to bring her
to a nerve shattering climax. Her hands
slid into his hair, holding him tightly against
her as she ground herself down on his face.

Trying not to scream loud enough to let
everyone in town know what was happening
to her, Buffy felt her body stiffen, then go
limp as she collapsed beside him.

Spike wiped his wet face on the back of
his hand as the slayer looked at him,
smiling like a cream filled kitten.

Before she could say anything, he reached
for her, pulling until she was stretched out
on top of him.

"See how sweet you taste," he said, kissing
her and sliding his tongue deeply into her
mouth.

When he broke the kiss to allow her to
breathe, Buffy let her head drop down
on his chest. "Ooooh...my god."

He chuckled. "Did you enjoy that, kitten?"

"Enjoy," she moaned. "doesn't even begin to
describe it."

Tangling his fingers in her hair, Spike made
her look at him. "No one's ever done that for
you before, have they?"

She shook her head. "No."

"I didn't think so," he said derisively. "Stupid
fucks didn't know how important that is for
a girl...that she needs that kind of attention."

Buffy grinned. "Isn't it important for a boy too?"

He smiled back. "Well, it CAN be...but we'll save
that for later. Right now, there's something
else I want."

"And what would that be?"

"That would be THIS." Rolling her over
suddenly onto her back, he nudged her
legs apart and rubbed his swollen cock
against the wet heat between Buffy's
thighs. "I want to be inside you...feel if
your pussy is as tight as you said it is."

Buffy was just as aroused by the things
he was saying as she was by his actions.

This verbal foreplay was another thing she'd
not experienced with her two previous lovers.
Angel had pretty much limited himself to
tender vows of love, uttered over and over
again. Though it had been wonderful to hear,
it hadn't had the same effect that Spike's
explicitly sexual comments were evoking in
her.

Parker's sex talk, she now realized, wasn't
even worth thinking about. He'd used a few
raw words, but they'd only embarrassed her.

At the time, she'd thought it was because
of her own lack of experience.

Now, she knew that it was because Parker
was such a "boy", compared to Spike.

And she didn't want a boy anymore. She
wanted a man. One that knew what he was
doing.

No...not ' A ' man...she wanted ' THIS ' man. Want-
ed him now...the same way she'd wanted him
when she'd seen him for the first time.

*******************************************

She had been restless that night. Sitting
in the Bronze with Xander and Willow, making
stupid small talk and trying to at least LOOK as
through she was studying her French lessons.

She'd hated taking French. Hated it and resented
it. When the hell was she going to need to speak
French? It wasn't like she was gonna be off slay-
ing vampires on the Champs E'lysees.

When she couldn't stand to sit still one
more second, she and Xander had coaxed
Willow out onto the dance floor. As her
body had moved and pulsed with the music,
she'd noticed someone standing on the
edge of the dance floor, had felt his eyes
on her.

She hadn't been brave enough to stare
back, but she'd purposely begun to dance
a little more enticingly.

When she'd turned away, she'd heard
him say something about a girl being attacked
by a vampire in the alley. She'd been so pissed
about being interrupted that she'd ran outside
without a weapon.

After she'd dealt with yet another vamp
that thought he'd be the one to bring the
slayer down, Spike had stepped out of the
shadows, applauding her performance.

Since she'd been too shy before, she'd
taken a good long look at him, and her
brain had instantly classified him as the
hottest guy she'd ever seen...including Angel.

After he'd issued his death threat and
she'd known him for what he was, she
had wanted to stamp her foot in fury. It
just wasn't fair...a face and body like that
belonging to a vampire. Something she
couldn't have and would probably have to
kill.

No matter how many times they clashed,
she'd never been able to shake that little
zing of sexual attraction she'd felt for him,
making it damn difficult for her to honestly
want him dead.

And though she'd never admitted it to any-
one, Spike had played the leading role in
many of her most erotic nighttime dreams
and occasional daytime fantasies.

Which were finally about to come true....

TBC.....





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