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Author: Pattyanne
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Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
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Rating: NC-17
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"What a night," Buffy said softly, stepping through the
front gates of Holy Vale Cemetery. "And lucky me...I
get to spend it in a graveyard."
The summer air was pleasantly warm. The kind of warm
where you could wear light breezy clothes and enjoy the
feel of it dancing over your skin, but not enough to make
you feel sweaty and messy two minutes after you stepped
outside.
"Come on, vampires," she sing-songed. "Come out, come
out wherever you are. I've got better things to do, so let me
kill a few of you and go on home."
"Want to start here, Slayer?" A soft voice tinged with amuse-
ment. "Or...try to, anyway?"
Buffy knew that voice. Smart ass tone, accent, and all. There
was only one vampire that talked that way.
"Spike," she sighed, exasperated. "I could have sworn I told
you not to come back to Sunnydale."
He chuckled. "And since when do I listen to you, let alone
do what you say?"
She turned on one heel to face him. "Big mistake. Now...you're
gonna have to learn the hard way."
Dark blue eyes stared into stormy green ones as the vampire's
lips curved in a predatory grin. "Can't wait, luv. You have
no idea how good it's gonna feel to pound you into the dirt."
Buffy dropped her bag and removed the lacy over blouse she'd
thrown on over her tank top. "Ooh...you're scaring me," she
snickered.
Spike shed his coat, tossing it over a tombstone. Extending
one hand, he beckoned her. "Come and get it."
She took a running leap, landing with both heels in the
middle of his chest, sending him flying backwards. Hitting
the ground, he rolled and regained his feet."Not bad, slayer."
Buffy swung her fist, but he ducked below the swing, kicking
her feet out from under her. She hit the ground hard, her breath
knocked out.
Spike planted one foot on either side of her and laughed. "Well,
that was disappointingly easy." He lifted one heavily booted
foot and placed it on the base of her throat, pressing down hard.
She gagged and grabbed the bottom of the boot, applying
pressure upwards. For a long moment, it was a toss up as
to which of them would win this battle. The struggle showed
on both their faces, but in the end, Buffy's determination to
survive swung the edge in her favor, giving her the small impetus
needed to fling Spike off of her.
Rolling away, she jumped to her feet, rubbing her neck. "Close,"
she rasped, "but no prize."
They circled each other, both watching for an opening.
"So, why are you back? Drusilla finally tell you to fuck off
for good?" she taunted.
He laughed. "Do you honestly think that bothers me? I haven't
seen Dru in months. And, for your information, I left HER."
"That still leaves the sixty-four thousand dollar question of why
you were stupid enough to come back here."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Think about it...you air headed bitch.
What in Sunnydale did I leave...undone?"
Buffy waved one hand, like an eager student. "Oh! I know, I
know! You want to kill the slayer, don't you, Mr. Big Mean
Vampire."
Spike nodded. "Got it in one, luv."
Buffy shook her hair out of her eyes. "Then give it your best
shot, Spike," she said through clenched teeth. "Cause this
ends tonight."
"One way or the other," he agreed.
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The battle raged for another fifteen minutes, the upper hand
held by both of them at different points.
When it finally ended, Buffy was on the receiving end of
the final blow.
Flat on her back, she stared up at the stars with her head
reeling dizzily, unable to summon up the energy to continue.
Spike stood over her, grinning victoriously. "Looks like I
win," he said, laughing. Dropping to his knees, he straddled
her waist. "You ready for the big finish?"
Buffy glared at him. "Fuck you!"
His eyes gleamed. "What a GOOD idea," he said, placing
both hands on the neckline of her tank top and ripping
it open to the hem.
"What the HELL are you doing?" she yelped, all her rage
rising to the surface as she bucked her hips to try and
dislodge him.
Spike pinned her wrists to the ground. "You're in no
position to argue, Slayer." Stretching his legs out, he
rubbed his pelvis against hers.
Buffy closed her eyes tightly when she felt a sizable
erection pushing down on her in just the right spot. "Spike,"
she gasped softly as her body betrayed her by responding to
his.
He pushed down harder, grinding against her. "You're getting
hot," he said, leaning down to nuzzle her ear. "I can smell it."
Angry because he was telling the truth, she whipped her head
around and tried to bite him.
Spike jerked his head back before she could make contact. "Hey!"
he said sharply. "You want to live, Slayer? Live to fight another
day? To get another shot at killing me?"
Buffy didn't reply, save for a murderous look.
"I see you do." He yanked her arms together over her head,
catching both wrists in one of his hands. "Then give in, baby.
Quit fighting what you know you want...just as badly as I do."
His free hand moved slowly down between her legs, shoving
her skirt up and sliding beneath the elastic of her panties.
"You're wet already," he said, cupping his hand over her
sex and squeezing firmly, grinning in delight. "Be a good girl,"
he added, leaning down to kiss the hollow between her
breasts. "I promise you'll enjoy it." His mouth moved wetly
up the column of her throat, licking and kissing her damp
skin. Finding her earlobe, he bit down gently. "I'm not going
to hurt you," he whispered. "And I can make you come so hard
you'll see stars."
He removed his hand from her underpants and twisted the
front clasp of her bra, baring her breasts to the warmth of the
night air, and the wet torture of his mouth.
"Oh...Oh, god," Buffy whimpered, arching her back for him. She
couldn't control the whining pleasure noises her throat insisted
on making...or the rush of fluid between her thighs...or the swelling
tautness of her nipples.
She knew she was going to give him what he wanted. Not
just because she wanted to live, but because he was making
her want it, was making her want HIM.
His mouth ravaged every inch of her breasts, kissing and licking,
the sucking strongly on each tight peak. His tongue circled them,
painting wet trails of saliva on her exquisitely heated skin.
She had to bite her lip to keep from howling at the sensation,
offering him no resistance. Eager for more, she pushed her flesh
more deeply into his mouth.
Spike's fingers moved back down and began tugging her
panties down.
"Wait!" she cried, with a suddenly desperate need. "Let go of
my hands. I won't fight you. I promise."
He stared into her eyes, searching for the truth behind her
words.
Buffy licked her lips. "Please, Spike. I...I want to touch you, too."
His blue eyes widened with brief surprise, and a certain amount
of doubt, but he did as she asked and released her from his
grasp.
She flexed her wrists, restoring the blood flow, then reached down
with one hand and found his where it rested on her upper thigh. Taking
hold of it, she guided his fingers to the side of her panties, showing
him the tiny satin ribbons that held them closed on her hips.
Sensing that the fight was truly over, he reared back and pushed
her skirt all the way up around her waist and stared hungrily at the
scrap of black lace between her legs.
"You know," he finally said, "I've gotta tell you one thing, Slayer. You
are absolutely gorgeous...and incredibly sexy." Tugging on the
ribbon fastenings, he pulled her panties completely off. "And I
have never wanted a woman as much as I want you."
He pushed her legs apart, then moved to lie between them and
go down on her. "So pretty," he murmured, licking her from bottom
to top. "And so...wet."
He was right about that. She wasn't just wet, though. She was
drenched, soaked with lust and need. As his tongue began to
probe inside of her, she moaned and reached down to hold him
there. "Deeper," she begged.
Without hesitating, he gave her what she wanted, pushing his
tongue as deeply into her as he could make it go, then moving it
around at the same time he used his fingers to stimulate her clit.
Buffy's breathing was harsh and labored as she felt the onrushing
approach of orgasm clenching in her vitals.
She wanted it. She strove for it. And when it finally hit her, she
welcomed it by lifting her hips and grinding herself against his
mouth, screaming her pleasure to the skies.
He didn't give her a moment to recover. Rising to his knees, he
unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans.
Buffy's eyes opened wide when she saw what he had for
her. His shaft was big...both length and girth...hard, and
already leaking semen.
Meeting his gaze, she caught him with a smug smile on
his face, pleased by her reaction to his considerable
assets.
He wrapped his fingers around it and fondled himself, using
his thumb to smear the fluid seeping out of it back into the
swollen head.
"Is that for me?" she asked pertly. "Or are you gonna play
with it all by yourself?"
With a delighted laugh, Spike released his erection and
fell forward onto his hands. "It's all for you, baby. Every
inch."
Buffy's hand delved between them, taking hold of his
shaft and guiding it to the inferno between her legs.
Arching her neck, she closed her eyes, hissing through
her teeth at the slow tightness of his penetration as it
stretched and filled her.
"Oh, fuck...yeah," Spike moaned in her ear. "Feels so
good....so tight...hot..."
When he was buried all the way inside of her, he stayed
still for a moment, pressing down hard, striving for some
measure of control. Waiting until he was sure he could
do it without coming too soon, he pulled out halfway, then
slid his length back inside of Buffy's heat and wetness.
Instinctively, she began to lift her hips, encouraging him
to start thrusting. "Please," she whined. "I need it."
"Then take it," he bit out, grunting as he started pumping
at a fast pace.
Buffy dug her fingers into the grass, pulling up handfuls
of it. She stared into her lover's eyes as he worked over
her.
Propped on his forearms to keep most of his weight
off of her, Spike lowered his head and captured her mouth
beneath his.
She returned his kiss wholeheartedly, parting her lips and
coaxing his tongue into her mouth, where she sucked it
rhythmically.
Breaking away to allow her to breathe, he felt her hands
on his shoulders, urging him to lie fully on top of her.
Buffy slipped one hand to the back of his head, pressing
his face to the side of her neck.
Seconds...minutes...entire days flew by unnoticed as
they savored the shared pleasure.
"Buffy.." he groaned, his voice muffled against her
throat. "You feel so perfect...the way you move...the
way you fuck me...my baby...my sweet, sexy little
baby...do it again...tighter...that's it...do it, baby...move
that pretty ass..."
The pressure was building inside of her as her body strained
beneath his, desperate for completion. When she was almost
there, he suddenly pulled out of her.
She was about to protest loudly, when he sat back on his
heels and grabbed her hips, then turned her over onto her
stomach.
Gripping her firmly, Spike yanked back on her hips until
Buffy was on her hands and knees. Plunging back into her,
he began pounding in as hard and fast as he could. His
hands moved up her back and around the front of her, cupping
both breasts, squeezing and fondling them roughly.
Buffy rammed her hips back into him, feeling the hard muscle
of his abdomen rubbing against her rear. Grunting hard with
each thrust he delivered, she again dug her fingers into the
grass to brace herself.
Spike began pumping even faster, driving in so hard that
her arms gave out and she collapsed. His arm around her
waist was the only thing holding her in place.
"Come on, Slayer," he muttered. "I want you to come when I
do...want to feel that tight pussy clamp down on me...oh,
yeah...Christ!...I could fuck you all night...."
"Yes....yes!" Buffy was nearly screaming. So close...she was
so....so...close...just a little more...and she'd be there.
"Fuck you...until you can't walk...straight," he grunted,
sliding one hand down between her legs and rubbing her clit,
releasing a fresh flood of wetness. "Do it, baby...come for me.
Do it...NOW!!"
Her sex tightened around his, pulsing and throbbing, making
him howl animalistically as he exploded inside of her. He held
on tight to her hips, grinding in as he ejaculated over and over
again. "Buffy! I love you....love you...love..."
Every ounce of his strength drained out of him with the expulsion
of his semen. His arm gave out, removing Buffy's support, and her
body collapsed with his on top of it.
A few seconds later, she turned her head and smiled. "You weren't
supposed to say that," she giggled.
Spike buried his face in her hair, laughing. "Sorry. Force of habit. I just
couldn't hold it back." He kissed the back of her neck. "God, that was
good. I don't know what you're better at, luv...fighting or fucking."
Folding her arms beneath her cheek, she smiled. "Guess we'll just
have to keep on doing both until you decide."
"Good plan," he replied. Disengaging his body from hers, he moved
off of her and rolled her onto her back, smiling wickedly at her. "Got
any more of those naughty little games you like to play?"
"You bet I do." She pulled him down and kissed him. "I've been
dreaming up these things for almost three years. You wouldn't
believe some of the ideas I've got."
"Try me."
She turned his head to whisper in his ear.
"Slayer!" He pulled back and stared at her in amazement. "I
never knew you had such a dirty mind. I'm appalled."
"Oh, sure you are."
"I am," he insisted, trying hard to look shocked. "That's
nasty enough to make a vampire blush."
Buffy giggled and started to stand up. "Pull up your pants,
Romeo."
"In a minute." He grabbed her and lowered her back down,
kissing her senseless. "Now tell me....how did that last one
go again?"
~The End~
