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Chapter 17 Goin' on three days...*Buffy's Addiction*


Buffy moved her feet in time to the music flowing from her earphones as she danced around the house with a dust rag in one hand.

"Bah, bah, bah.......bleah! Commercials suck!" Buffy muttered pulling the set from her ears and waistband where it was attached and dropped the device on the coffee table.

Frowning lightly as she ran her cloth across the all too silent phone, * Three days since we had dinner, three days. Do I smell?* She wondered to herself as she raised one arm and sniffed delicately. *Nope, still good. So why hasn't he called? Or at least stopped by? I mean I know he said he would be busy for a couple of days but...I thought...* She sighed again as she plopped into an overstuffed recliner, clutching a pillow to her chest and thought back to the evening before last. * Hadn't things been going well? I mean, sure we couldn't have sex cause of my stupid sunburn but I thought we were getting somewhere good. We talked until 3 am and then we slept all snuggly in the bed. A guy doesn't stay that long when there isn't anything in it for him right?* Buffy's mind rattled on,*Another girlfriend...that's it! Wait, when did I become THE girlfriend?* Buffy's eyes opened wide at the thought. *I am NOT the girlfriend. He's not even 20 for god's sake Buffy. He's still a teenager, a warm, sweet, succulent, juicy....teenager! TEENAGER!!! Buffy what the HELL are you doing? You're worse than Mrs. Robinson! Worse than Jezebel....Buffy Anne Summers you are worse than DUECE BIGALOW!!!*

"Grrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhhh..." Buffy snarled as she stood up and threw the pillow she was holding as hard as she could.

"Oommph." Was all Buffy heard as she saw Spike crash to the ground on his ass, the pillow landing with a dull thud on the floor beside him.

"Oh...Oh God...I'm so sorry." She gasped, her hands coming up to her mouth in shock.

Shaking his blond head to clear it," Lord Buffy, you should go out for the Dodgers with an arm like 'at." He said his blue eyes twinkling at her as he leaned up onto one elbow his body still reclining on the hardwood floor.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Buffy shouted at the top of her lungs, "YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!!"

"Sorry Luv," Spike replied shamefacedly looking at the now fuming blond. *Cor she's gorgeous.*

"Don't you knock?"

"I did, but there wasn't an answer, I tried the knob and the door was open so..." Spike explained making Buffy even more angry.

"So you thought you'd just come on in? This is MY house Spike, MINE! You can't just come and go whenever the hell you please. I am not here just to scratch some teenaged itch!" Her green eyes flashed as she shouted at him, the pent up tension of waiting for him for the last two days coming to the fore.

Spike drew himself up from the floor in one fluid motion with a hurt and confused look on his face.

"I never thought you were luv. I would never treat you that way. Don't you know? You're the one." He reached out and pulled her shaking body against his own, and wrapped his arms around her tightly as he rested his cheek atop her golden head.

"I don't know how you did it pet, but you've managed to climb into my heart, and cut me to the quick." Spike moved his head back and gently lifted her chin so he could gaze into her liquid eyes. "God baby, you mean more to me then I ever thought anyone could mean to me. I know it's only been, what? A week? And I'm burning alive for you. You make my very skin want to crack and peel from how much you fill my heart. You're in every breath, every cell, every thought; you're in my very bones. Can't you feel it luv? Can't you see how much you mean to me?" He ran a calloused hand cautiously over the smooth skin of her cheek, gently wiping away the tracks of tears he found there. "I'm in love with you Buffy Summers, I don't know how, I don't know why, but I am."

Buffy gasped as he lowered his lush lips to her own in the gentlest of kisses before her hands reached up to grasp his neck and bring him into a deeper embrace. Her reply to his confession could wait.

Hands started groping and fingers started searching for buttons and zippers as the two fell head long into lust. Abruptly Spike pulled away from Buffy smiling at her whimper of protest that turned into a squeal of delight as he caught her up in a fireman's carry and adroitly adjourned to the upstairs bedroom.

After dropping her unceremoniously on the down filled duvet, clothing flew every which way in the two lover's haste to be entwined in each other's heated embrace.

"Unh......God Spike....Want you..." Buffy groaned as he slid his nude body up hers like a snake in search of it's evening meal, stopping only to lick and kiss her now golden skin till she thought she would go mad with need.

"And you will 'ave me, my sweet. Just as soon as I 'ave 'ad you." He grinned sexily, ardor filling his deep blue eyes as he nudged her thighs apart only to grab them in a strong grasp and pull them over his shoulders.

"Sppppppiiiiikkkkkkkkeeeeeee..." Buffy's eyes rolled back into her head as Spike dipped his head and partook of her honeyed essence, his tongue gently running over the whole of her as he moved his hips against the covers trying to find a more comfortable position for his burgeoning manhood.

"God Buffy, you taste like the sweetest ambrosia." He growled against her thigh trying to control his bodies' reactions to her lusty tang before continuing his feast upon her wetness once again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.........Oh GOD........that's..........Mmmmmmmmmmmm.......Soooo Damned Goooooooooooooood." Buffy moaned loudly as she felt her teenaged lover part her nether lips with his long tongue and gently lave the insides of her body with long, lazy strokes.

Spike closed his eyes briefly in sheer rapture as her body began to yield more of the liquid elixir that held him in such deep thrall. *Slow, sure strokes mate. Cor the noises she's makin', wanna cum right now on the sheets. No you stupid git, this is for her. You gotta prove yourself to her, that you truly love her, that it's not just a passing fancy of an adolescent. Mmmmmmmm, she tastes so damn good. Wonder what would happen if I did..."Spike smiled against her dampness as Buffy's body arched when he slid two fingers deep into her core, and an almost animalistic growl filled the room as she began to move her body harder against his questing digits searching out the final convulsive pleasurable end to her torment.

"SPPPPPPPPPiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..........Oh.....God..............MORE..........MORE.............." She stuttered as her body started to twitch with the ever-increasing tide of pleasure he was affording her. *How does he.........*Her mind thought muzzily before breaking off into a blissful blankness filled only with Spike's scent all around her and the magic only he seemed to be able to provide.

"HhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm........" Buffys whole body seemed to hum with the melody Spike had chosen, playing her body like an accomplished musician plays a fine concerto. To and fro, strumming her lovingly with his tongue and delving fingers as he sought out and found every pleasure point, drawing from her body the melody only he and Buffy could hear.

"Gggggggggggaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm........" Buffy's voice sighed into the warm summer breeze coming in the open terrace, mingling the scent of fresh cut grass, and jasmine, with her heated musky scent, and bringing Spike to the very edge of his sanity in supplication to this wondrous woman.

*This is what I've read about in all those books, not half truths, not lies, this is the perfect woman, and she's mine.* Spike's mind dazedly followed the path of his passion as he lapped at the fount of Buffys essence, taking into his body, mind and soul every shudder, every moan, like a animal hoarding food to stave off the long winter months.

"OooooooooHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhGodOHGOD........OOOOOooooooooooooo," Buffy cried to the heavens, her voice becoming a steady repetition of moans, sighs, and groans as she twisted her body in helpless entreaty to her blond captor.

"UUUHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn.....yes........YES..........YES......" Her cries fell onto deaf ears as Spike added yet another finger to her greedily grasping cunt, seeking and finding the soft inner underside of her clitoris that held the hidden treasure of all womankind.

Gently, ever so gently, Spike bent his fingers upwards towards the elusive spot as he lowered his tongue to the outer bud of her delight. As he flattened it against the quivering nub, he laved it determinedly with firm soft stokes as he applied a connoisseur's touch to her inner walls at the same instance.

Buffy's body tightened as her wild green-eyed gaze snapped open to stare blindly at nothing. Each touch of Spike's skilled tongue sent sparks through her body, each gently placed stroke of his fingers brought her closer and closer to that elusive prize. Her body had taken to violent shuddering as suddenly she felt the combined efforts of man and soul come together in sharp clarity.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEE...." Buffy's scream of unfettered pleasure cut through the late afternoon stillness like a hot knife through butter. Her body tumbled helplessly, blindly into the quivering, quavering, gut wrenching, moment of pure and total mind blanking rapture as Spike continued his hedonistic assault on her overflowing cavern.

"HUHHHHHH....HUHHHHHHHHHH........HUHHHHHHHH........OH...OH...OH...MYGOD..........OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH.........SPIKEEEEEEEEEEEEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS........." Buffys mind melted from sensory overload as the young man between her thighs swept her into orgasm after orgasm. She couldn't think, couldn't talk, and couldn't do anything but be his total and utter puppet whose strings were stretched taught again and again with each and every soul searing touch.

Finally feeling the trembling in her thighs and the strangled sounds of her breathing become what Spike knew was leading steadily up to more than she could handle, he gently disengaged his coated fingers from her grasping tunnel and moved up onto the bed to pull her still shaking body against his own.

Panting for breath against his chest, it was all Buffy could do not to fall into an erotic stupor and just float away on the after effects of the tremors still running rampant through her body due to Spike's skillfull ministrations.

"I think I died somewhere there." She finally managed to squeak out against his warm skin.

Spike chuckled deeply in his chest as he pulled her even tighter into his embrace, "I love you woman." He said in complete and utter happiness.

Feeling her tense slightly he hurried on to say, "You don't have to say it now pet. I know it was fast, and I don't expect anything from you but I hope... someday." His voice cracked slightly on the last word as his emotions threatened to overtake him. *Good goin' Will, cry like a small child, that'll turn her on.*

Buffys hand reached up to caress a sharp angled cheekbone as her heart welled at the sound of his distress. *How could a nineteen-year-old man feel and show so much? It had taken years before Angel could fully articulate his feelings.* Buffy smiled in wonder at this truly special man knowing she carried his heart in her hands, and to throw such a wondrous gift away would be foolishness indeed.

Looking deeply into his turbulent eyes she whispered against his lips, "Someday William, you can count on it!"



TBC





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