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God, where was my Spike in high school!? Unbeta-ed again so all mistakes are my own!
Thirty minutes into their little project, Buffy realized something really important.

This was Hell.

This must be what it felt like to be in Hell.

He was even more arrogant and talkative than usual. He was spewing off innuendos like nobody’s business, and it took all her strength not to reach out and strangle him. That, or kiss him. But she’d never admit that out loud.

They weren’t getting any work done, in fact, they had dropped all pretenses of studying and were busy bickering across from each other on the bed.

“You! With your insufferable personality and stupid accent and-and-and you’re a pig!”

“Really, luv? That what you think of me? You wound me, pet. Gotta say though, for someone who hates me so much, you get awfully flustered ‘round me” Then he leered-honest to god leered.

“I am NOT flustered! You’re insane! And entirely unattractive!”

By now, both blondes were standing only a shoulder width apart and Buffy realized that Spike had really,really blue yes.

But gah where did that come from? What did his stupid blue eyes have to do with her>

“Oh yeah, goldielocks? I’m that unattractive? Well, I guess you won’t mind if I do this then?”

And suddenly he lunged towards her and oh my sweet jesus his perfect mouth was on hers and he was kissing the life out of her and she attributed her actions to temporary mental insanity when she wound her arms around his neck and parted her lips for him.

One thing Buffy grudgingly admitted, Spike could kiss-really really really well.

He was massaging her tongue with his and sucking on her lower lip, and every so often he’d stop in his ministrations to kiss along the column of her neck and suck on her pulse point.

In short, Buffy was painfully aroused, and it seemed Spike shared that sentiment too, because there was something very hard pressing into her stomach.

She experimentally rubbed up against it and he actually growled. Buffy would have been shocked enough to stop, had he not lifted her up and set her down on her bed before thrusting against her.

Another thing Buffy noticed, Spike was very well endowed.

Buffy didn’t have a lot of experience with boys, her last and only boyfriend, Angel, had only gotten to second base with her before admitting he felt like he was corrupting her and breaking things off.

Buffy had never seen a penis in real life before.

However, Buffy realized then and there, she really wouldn’t mind seeing Spike’s penis.

She didn’t have a lot of time to dissect that thought because Spike was reaching down and tugging her bra down. His one hand was expertly rubbing and pinching her nipples while the other was stroking her stomach. His mouth abandoned her lips to eagerly suck on her nipples and she surprised her self by letting out a womanly moan.

“Fuck, kitten. So hot, such a hot little body you got here. You like that, you like me sucking on your titties?”

She should have blushed at his dirty talk, but instead she just mewled and start thrusting against him with increased frenzy.

The hand that was stroking her stomach started moving lower and the sounds of her zipper being lowered seemed to make things more real.

Was she really here doing these things with someone she supposedly detested?

She thrust up into his hand-yes, she most certainly was doing these things.

He was cupping her mound and she felt his finger gently sliding up and down her slit before swirling around her clit and Buffy made a sort of strangled noise. He paused his ministrations lowered his head to her breast and just sort of stayed there, panting.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Always thought so, you know? But you never gave me the time of day, and now, Christ, is this really happening? Are you really here with me right now, or am I just dreaming?”

Thrown, Buffy stared at him, and before she could formulate a response, he was kissing her.

While their previous kiss was hard and passionate, this one was softer. Sweeter. More…loving. It made Buffy’s toes curl and it made Spike smile at her softly.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, luv”

Normally she would have called him out on his arrogance, but to lost in her own pleasure she only nodded and panted in time with his hand movements.

“Bloody hell, you’re so tight. All hot and fiery, gonna burn me right up, you are.”

Buffy didn’t think he’d be the only one burning up. The ribbons of pleasure that he spread throughout her body were now getting more and more intense. She felt this strange sensation building up, and it was going to burst really soon if he just kept touching..her... right…there. Shuddering underneath him, Buffy let out a keening wail and clawed at his chest.

She was panting and flushed and she felt absolutely incredible. Spike collapsed on his back next to her, and she turned her head towards him. He was panting too. Ahe watched a drop of sweat slide down his throat, and she was struck with the odd notion of wanting to lick it off him, and then maybe to lick down his chest and then mayb-

“I almost came just watching you, kitten.” He smiled at her then, a soft, sweet, smile that made Buffy smile in return. Then, he stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked-and it really was wrong that she was getting turned on from him doing that-making Buffy blushed.

“Mhmm, taste so sweet, kitten. “

She felt herself redden, but was oddly pleased by his compliment. She took this time to allow herself a full perusal of his body. His hair was even more mussed than it had been before and she wanted to run her hands through it. His shirt had gotten removed sometime during their activity, and Buffy fully got to appreciate just what a nice body Spike had. Long ,lean muscle was sheathed under white, alabaster skin. He had a nice broad chest that tapered down into a slim waist, and his hipbones! His hipbones jutted out perfectly and Buffy wanted to nibble on them. He had a trail of light brown dark hair that led down to his oh, his very erect bulge.

“Like what you see, pet?” He stuck his tongue behind his teeth and smirked at her.

She made a strange jerking motion towards his zipper and said, “I um could help you with that.” It sounded more like a question that a statement and inwardly Buffy cringed. “I know I’m not as experienced as you, heck, I’m not experienced at all, but I thought maybe you could teach me and maybei’lljustshutupnowsonevermind.”

She looked over at him, waiting for the ridicule to come, but it never did. Instead, he gave her a sweet smile, leaned over, kissed her and said, “Relax, luv. We still got half a month of this bloody project, don’t we? Mhmm, I think we’re going to have ourselves quite the good time.” Then he winked at her and Buffy felt her whole body fizzle.

Turns out, she didn’t hate this project half as much as she thought she would.


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