HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
Author’s note: Disheartened by the show’s poor treatment of my beloved Spike, I thought I would have to take poor Spike’s fate into my lily-white hands. And there it is, all bundled up, swathed in the spuffiest of nests. For those like me for whom there is no BTVS worth speaking of without Buffy and Spike together, for your pleasure… NB: No Dawn ever existed in this story. NB: I had great fun writing this story, and I hope I managed to convey that fun to you. Let me know.

Type: humour, romance.
Rating: NC-17 my favourite.
Spoilers: Season 6.
Disclaimers: Btvs and all its characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Although both Spike and Buffy are begging me to adopt them as they’re having so much fun with me.
Distribution: anyone can have it as long as you ask first.

HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
PART ONE
At the furthest end of the plush velvet seat, Spike was waiting for her, casting regular glances towards the entrance door to the Bronze scanning every new entry for that vision of elusive beauty. There she was with her faithful army, Red, the Whelp, Demon Girl and Glinda… Buffy, god…
He could still feel her lips on his when she had attacked him in the abandoned house. Her lips, he remembered her hair too, her face in his hands, her hands on his body, and his on hers. Her skin, so soft, so silky, so blessedly warm to the touch… He recalled how she had not wanted to go home to Red and her bird, hell, he hadn’t wanted her to, but he had wanted her to remain in touch with her world, a world she was distancing herself from day after day.
Tonight she seemed to have heeded his warning, as he saw her smile at her friends, a big genuine smile, one he hadn’t seen again until that night at the abandoned house when she had plunged her triumphant loving eyes into his as she impaled herself upon him inch by agonizing inch. He felt the familiar stirring in his groin at the memory.
But now it was time to wear the guise complete with mask he and Buffy had decided they should don with her friends.
The group was slowly making their way towards his table, not having noticed him yet. Well, she had, the others hadn’t. She had lifted her eyes to him just then and the corners of her lips had lifted a little at the sight of him waiting for her. Buffy managed to elbow her way through the packed crowd of Saturday night Bronzers, her target was in sight and no one would deter her from it.
He and Buffy had planned this beforehand. They would meet with the Scoobies in tow though they would keep their relationship a secret. Spike understood that Buffy was not ready to confront her friends with it. Just as she had done with “I was in Heaven” she would do anything to preserve the fragile truce that existed at the moment.
She knew she could count on Tara, perhaps even Anya to be on her side, but Willow or god forbid Xander…
Spike understood all that, she had told him it was only temporary and he accepted it. Besides, he loved a dirty little secret just like the next person, and what they’d been doing in the abandoned house, on every available surface at the crypt, in the dark alleyway behind the DMP, well, if that wasn’t a “dirty” little secret, he didn’t know what was.


TBC

HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
Author’s note: Disheartened by the show’s poor treatment of my beloved Spike, I thought I would have to take poor Spike’s fate into my lily-white hands. And there it is, all bundled up, swathed in the spuffiest of nests. For those like me for whom there is no BTVS worth speaking of without Buffy and Spike together, for your pleasure… NB: No Dawn ever existed in this story. NB: I had great fun writing this story, and I hope I managed to convey that fun to you. Let me know.

Type: humour, romance.
Rating: NC-17 my favourite.
Spoilers: Season 6.
Disclaimers: Btvs and all its characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Although both Spike and Buffy are begging me to adopt them as they’re having so much fun with me.
Distribution: anyone can have it as long as you ask first.


HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
PART TWO
Spike understood all that, she had told him it was only temporary and he accepted it. Besides, he loved a dirty little secret just like the next person, and what they’d been doing in the abandoned house, on every available surface at the crypt, in the dark alleyway behind the DMP, well, if that wasn’t a “dirty” little secret, he didn’t know what was.
As the group finally reached the table, Xander was the first to notice Spike’s presence. “Well, if that isn’t Dead Boy Jr here, I guess we’d better find another table…”
“Xander, do you think it’s such a good idea, see there aren’t any other bench seats available big enough for all of us, and no way will Spike drive me away from here, so bleach boy, what d’you think you’re gonna do about it?”
“Well, I ain’t gonna move, if that’s what you’re hinting at, Slayer!”
“And why not?”
“’cos I was there first, that’s why…”
“Spike… All right we’ll just have to … Alex, I don’t suppose you’d sit next to Spike, would you?”
“Hell, no… Not much with the up close and personal with the undead you know.”
“Well, that’s a shame, innit? A good-looking bloke like me you could do much worse… Red, sit by me, I’ll be on my best behaviour, I swear to God…”
“Spike, don’t swear to God, and if you must, remember Tara and I are wiccas, all this is of the disrespectful… swearing to the Goddess… And I can’t sit next to you Spike, I’m with Tara you know”
“So…, you can have your lovebird on one side and me on the other, can’t you?”
“I guess so…”
“Now, I can see the whelp over there sending me clear dead threat messages… No sitting next to you Demon Girl. Shame! We could have been talking about the good old days, bloodshed, mayhem…”
“I know Spike, I’m sorry, gee I wanted to show him a couple of my photo albums last night from when I was you know “practicing” and he flat down refused. You’re about the only person I know who can appreciate a good bloodb…”
“Ahn, remember what we said…”
“All right, I suppose I must keep “quiet” if I want all the orgasms we planned for the evening”.
While all this was going on, Buffy was standing on the side lines, hands firmly planted on her hips, looking disgusted at the whole thing. Only she was not so much disgusted at Spike as at how her Scoobie friends behaved towards him and Xander in particular. However, true to their plan, Buffy launched into a frontal assault of Spike.
“That’s enough, Spike. I suppose I’ll just have to be the one to share the honour of sharing seats with you tonight. Remember, one false move, one word and you’re dust, got it?”
“Got it ma’am, I love it when you get all sergeant-major on me, gotta be confident in your own masculinity to do that… !”
“Spike, I neither need nor want you boasting about your masculinity! Be happy you get out of this alive, er… dead, er…undead, well you know what I mean!”
“Sure do, pet! The word you were looking for was “undamaged” I believe!”
“You got that right, and don’t you forget it!”


TBC

HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
Author’s note: Disheartened by the show’s poor treatment of my beloved Spike, I thought I would have to take poor Spike’s fate into my lily-white hands. And there it is, all bundled up, swathed in the spuffiest of nests. For those like me for whom there is no BTVS worth speaking of without Buffy and Spike together, for your pleasure… NB: No Dawn ever existed in this story. NB: I had great fun writing this story, and I hope I managed to convey that fun to you. Let me know.

Type: humour, romance.
Rating: NC-17 my favourite.
Spoilers: Season 6.
Disclaimers: Btvs and all its characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Although both Spike and Buffy are begging me to adopt them as they’re having so much fun with me.
Distribution: anyone can have it as long as you ask first.


HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
PART THREE
“Got it ma’am, I love it when you get all sergeant-major on me, gotta be confident in your own masculinity to do that… !”
“Spike, I neither need nor want you boasting about your masculinity! Be happy you get out of this alive, er… dead, er…undead, well you know what I mean!”
“Sure do, pet! The word you were looking for was “undamaged” I believe!”
“You got that right, and don’t you forget it!”
After some more bickering, the Scoobies with Spike in tow were seated, and ordering drinks and snacks.
“So, that will be a strawberry for Red and Glinda, beers for the Whelp and yours truly, a screwdriver for Demon Girl, and a coke for you luv… Though why you’re sticking to little girls’ drinks is beyond me… You’re all woman to me… You outta spike up your tastes a little…” Spike ended with a leer, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“I have no intention of spiking up anything of mine, Spike, besides alcohol makes me all cave woman or overly friendly, what … I might even end up being friendly with you…”
“God forbid, pet, we wouldn’t want that, a Slayer crawling up my lap all nice and friendly like… I get shivers in all the ri… wrong places, pet!”
“Enough, Bleached Boy, Buffy doesn’t have to put up with your sorry puns and innuendos.”
“Oy! I may faint, a literary term and a polysyllabic word, there’s hope for the American school system.”
“Alex, I can defend myself!!!”
“Yeah, see there Whelp!!!” Spike responded with a snicker. (A bona-fide Spike snicker: the best, available only in the best corner-shops. Yummy)
“You. Shut. Up.” Interjected Buffy in her best schoolmarmish voice. Spike loved it, she knew. So many private fantasies yet to enact and re-enact and re-enact … Yum.
“Yeah, that will work, pet!” The glimmer in Spike’s eyes sent a jolt of pure desire to Buffy’s already moist center. Gosh, and they’d only been there for about ten minutes. It was with no little apprehension and let’s face it anticipation that she imagined the rest of the evening. How was she going to keep her hands off him when all she wanted to do now was drag him to the ladies and have her wicked way with him, or worse haul him onto the table and ride him for all he was worth, Scoobies and Bronzers be damned, no pun intended.
She couldn’t help but blush at the thought, which didn’t go unnoticed by anyone at the table, four people thinking she was about to dust Spike, while only one knew what it was all about and grinned. She was so exciting, his spitfire of a girl.
Finally Xander left to place the order at the bar. That’s when Spike began his own assault.
With a discreet brushing of her thigh, he drew Buffy’s attention. She raised eyebrows in interrogation when he pointed at her jacket. She understood he wanted her to take it off. Spike had asked Buffy to wear a light jacket tonight, he hadn’t told her why but she knew to expect something. What to expect? She hadn’t guessed yet but it shouldn’t be long if his smirk was anything to go by.
Dutifully Buffy proclaimed to the world that she was decidedly hot and she should get rid of an extra layer of clothing, which she did… But the space was confined and she did have to prod her elbow into Spike’s chest, “Sorry”
“No harm done.” No, really no harm done that he could see. Except perhaps for the growing bulge in his jeans he had been sporting since she had entered the room, and for the unlife of him he couldn’t call that harm. Thank Satan for dusters though!
Once divested, the jacket found its logical place across Buffy’s lap and the barely there space between her and her obnoxious if terribly sexy right-hand neighbour.
That was when Xander chose to return with everybody’s drinks and dips.
Everyone was drinking and munching away happily, chatting and teasing. Buffy’s excitement had by now returned to a safer level. Spike was being very good, and it only meant two things, a) he was not interested (impossible! Thought impish Buffy; doesn’t he find me attractive anymore! Retorted angelic Buffy.) or b) he had something up his sleeve… Which considering his duster and the permanent lopsided grin on his face was the only acceptable alternative.

TBC

HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
Author’s note: Disheartened by the show’s poor treatment of my beloved Spike, I thought I would have to take poor Spike’s fate into my lily-white hands. And there it is, all bundled up, swathed in the spuffiest of nests. For those like me for whom there is no BTVS worth speaking of without Buffy and Spike together, for your pleasure… NB: No Dawn ever existed in this story. NB: I had great fun writing this story, and I hope I managed to convey that fun to you. Let me know.

Type: humour, romance.
Rating: NC-17 my favourite.
Spoilers: Season 6.
Disclaimers: Btvs and all its characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Although both Spike and Buffy are begging me to adopt them as they’re having so much fun with me.
Distribution: anyone can have it as long as you ask first.


HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
PART FOUR
Everyone was drinking and munching away happily, chatting and teasing. Buffy’s excitement had by now returned to a safer level. Spike was being very good, and it only meant two things, a) he was not interested (impossible! Thought impish Buffy; doesn’t he find me attractive anymore! Retorted angelic Buffy.) or b) he had something up his sleeve… Which considering his duster and the permanent lopsided grin on his face was the only acceptable alternative.
All to her musings and tuning out her friends’ chatter whilst keeping her happy pally Buffy face on, she didn’t notice a slight movement on her thigh until the movement was repeated more vigorously… There you are at last, naughty vampire…, she thought, turning slightly towards him to acknowledge his gesture.
Why did he keep on brushing her thigh? This was no caress, she knew what Spike’s caresses were like. She felt Spike’s finger draw over her thigh repeatedly. She tried to make out what he meant, when she noticed a familiar pattern. Two vertical bars and a horizontal one… H… She nodded as though agreeing to what Willow was saying… She understood, he could go on with his writing… H… I….!
She moved her hand under the jacket to Spike’s thigh under his duster. H… I…!
H… O… T… P… E… T… ?... The question mark sent shivers down her spine as he tweaked her skin to emphasize the dot.
She sighed in response drawing everybody’s attention to her. “Hot… Cool…Drink… Good!”
The Scoobies were used to her primitive answers… Although they should really have been aware something was going on, but then the Scoobies weren’t particularly quick on the uptake. How long did it take them already before they noticed the Buffybot wasn’t the genuine Buffy Summers? No comment, thought Spike to himself with a snigger which also attracted the Scoobies’ attention, but this time they dismissed it as there really was no point in trying to explain Spike.
The latter’s hand soon resumed his former occupation on Buffy’s thigh.
K… I… T… T… E… N…, Buffy bit on her lower lip to keep herself from moaning. She loved it when he called her that, she loved it when he used his words, dirty words, shameful words, lovely words…
S… P… I… K… E… He knew she was hooked, but then after her barely suppressed moan so was he.
A… R… E… Y… O… U… W… E… T…? Another tweak and yet another flood of sensation in her pussy, more words, she wanted more of his words and more of his hand…
Y… E… S…
G… O… O… D… K… I… T… T… E… N… he paused and licked his lips, all the while grabbing a tortilla and dipping it in the hot salsa sauce then bringing it to his mouth.
“Didn’t know you ate human food, Spike!”
“Well, I didn’t know you ate human either, until the Demon Bird over there told me all about it!!!”
“What?!!! I never ate human…”
“Yes, you did sweetie. Remember last night when we played schoolteacher and the naughty but obedient pupil…”
No one until now outside Spike, Anya and Buffy… had got it. A collective “Eew, Spike, you’re disgusting…” resounded around the table when it dawned on them what Spike had been talking about.
“Yeah, disgusting Spike…” echoed Buffy, albeit belatedly ten seconds later once she had exorcised from her mind the image of a peroxide head between her thighs devouring her as he’d done only last night for hours slowly, then fast, gently then roughly, from one orgasm to the next until her legs had turned into quivering jello and her clit had been so sore that she had begged for mercy.
Y… O… U… R… H… A… N… D… N… O… W… God, he loved her, even now while writing on his thigh in this simple sensual game she was impatient and bossy. His memory went back to last night when she had forcibly pushed his head to her clit when he had been bent on driving her insane with want. Well she drove him insane now… He started moving his hand slowly as it was not good form to keep a slayer waiting, besides he couldn’t wait to touch her.
His hand was still too slow in coming…
She tweaked his thigh in emphasis, he complied instantly, they really were made for each other, she thought, they both loved taking and surrendering authority in their lovemaking, changing perspectives…
She felt his cool hand on her thigh under her flowing skirt (picture Buffybot skirt only a bit shorter.) brushing her inner thigh then drifting towards the edge of her lacy black thong… He slid a finger under the edge to come and play with the brown slightly rough curls there…
“Mmm…” she let out a sigh, there was nothing else she could do, he was slowly but surely driving her mad with desire.
“Buffy, this cheese sauce sure is good…” Willow said in agreement.
“Yeah, good… sauce…” Primitive Buffy was back, and no one was any the wiser.
Meanwhile Spike’s finger had moved down a little and he gave a sharp tap on her sensitive nubbin. He knew from experience (tested, repeated and approved) that she could come from just one of those and he couldn’t resist trying to drive her over the edge while her friends would remain as per usual blissfully unaware.
She knew where he was going, she had almost come from his tap on her clit, and she was determined to delay the inevitable for as long as she could. He had said he would try to be good but well he was the Big Bad after all. There would be payback later. She knew, he knew too…
This was not working. “Fine moment to exercise restraint and willpower, love,” Spike muttered under his non-existent breath.
N… O… W… N… O… W… She wrote on his thigh while pushing his hand lower…
R… E… S… T… R… A… I… N… T…? She added as she drove his index and middle finger within her drenched folds.
G… U… E… S… S… N… O… T… He moaned at the feeling of his fingers prisoners of her raging inferno. He wouldn’t mind turning to dust if it meant being drowned in her own personal lava lake.
His moan did not go unnoticed however.
“Sp.. Spike, are… you… all right”, enquired Tara. She was feeling strange vibes coming from the vampire. Pink-tinged to crimson aura, whatever could it mean?
“’m allright, ducks, just savouring this hot salsa sauce, is all…”
Buffy covered her gasp by asking how a vampire could savour hot salsa sauce when all he ever had was blood… “Vampire delicacy, pet…” She also came right there again.
M… O… R… E… she signalled.
“More of that flippin’ hot salsa sauce, mmm…” he let out as he slid his fingers from top to bottom and bottom to top of her burning slit, before plunging into the cave where all that deliciously hot lava was pooling, bubbling away, now covering his fingers up to his second knuckles.
“Oh, God!” she almost shrieked with pleasure. “Cheese dip… so good…”
“Sure is, Buff…”, complied Xander, while Tara found it odd that Buffy’s aura was turning crimson red like Spike’s, whatever could that mean?
D… E… E… P… E… R… she added with her right hand.
Spike complied, with a slight twist to her instruction as he curved his fingers inwards to hit her g-spot, after all he was a master vampire, it wouldn’t do to be the Slayer’s lapdog.
That was all it took to send Buffy into a screaming orgasm, which was muffled by Spike’s right hand that had come to cover her mouth with lightning speed when he felt Buffy’s vagina begin to clench on his fingers drenching him with more of her own lava flow.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” he instructed “mmm, so damn hot…” he whispered to her against her lips as he made a show of teaching her good eating manners.
“Spike…” It came more as a gasp, but everybody took it as a show of protest at Spike’s unforgivable behaviour. “You, you’re… a pig,” she added as she looked at him straight in the eye.
“That I am, pet, that I am… Oink, oink…”
She felt her vagina contract in aftershock. Not again, she sighed, she always turned into mush or got horny as hell when he was being boyish and insupportable. He was going to pay for that, she had almost given herself away to the others, it had been a close call, and there was no reason she should be the only one flirting with fire, so to speak.



TBC

HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
Author’s note: Disheartened by the show’s poor treatment of my beloved Spike, I thought I would have to take poor Spike’s fate into my lily-white hands. And there it is, all bundled up, swathed in the spuffiest of nests. For those like me for whom there is no BTVS worth speaking of without Buffy and Spike together, for your pleasure… NB: No Dawn ever existed in this story. NB: I had great fun writing this story, and I hope I managed to convey that fun to you. Let me know.

Type: humour, romance.
Rating: NC-17 my favourite.
Spoilers: Season 6.
Disclaimers: Btvs and all its characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Although both Spike and Buffy are begging me to adopt them as they’re having so much fun with me.
Distribution: anyone can have it as long as you ask first.


HIDDEN MESSAGES, by BSluver.
PART FIVE
She moved her hand on Spike’s thigh again…
P… A… Y… B… A… C… K… Ah, there she was, his little spitfire… He couldn’t wait to see what she would do, although he knew he couldn’t give their secret away. That is, until he felt Buffy’s small hand moving to his fly. She would fondle him there, he knew, but he felt safe as he was convinced she would never go beyond that. That was, until he felt her pop the top button on his fly.
U… N… F… A… I… R… L… O… V… E…
“You asked for it, didn’t you?” she said innocently, while handing him a salsa-covered tortilla chip with her left hand.
“Guess so, luv!” He replied, cramming the salsa-covered chip and moaning in pleasure… as she grabbed his length gently and pulled it out to play with.
He was rock hard, he felt so good, she thought, as she slid her right hand up and down, having to open it when she moved towards the base as he was too big for her own petite size hand.
F… A… S… T… E… R… “More, so good…”, he let out in a moan…
“You sure like salsa sauce,” commented Xander, oblivious as ever.
“Yeah, so hot, sure you don’t want any, pet?” his voice the lowest it had ever been.
“Oh, I will, Spike, later… later…”
“Yeah, later…”
His voice was strangled, he knew he wouldn’t be able to say another word without giving himself horribly away. That’s when she took her hand away…
H… A… V… E… T… O… C… U… M… He cast a desperate glance at her and thanked the devil he didn’t need to breathe or he would be panting like the good lapdog he was right now.
T… H… E… R… E T… H… E… R… E… she signalled as her right hand was now free.
B… I… T… C… H… She grinned at the word, she loved it when he called her all those inappropriate names in the throes of passion, as they showed how much control and power she had over him. But then she did the same when the roles were reversed.
She decided she had tortured him long enough and patted his swollen cock gently. She resumed what she had been doing, circling him as tightly as possible (he loved being her prisoner) and sliding up and down his length faster and faster now.
He thought hitting her g-spot was a clever trick, now what would he think of that? She moved up to the head and scratched delicately the ridge directly underneath. He roared as he came violently, spurting all over her hand, his game face on now.
“What was that, Dead Boy? Going all fangy and vampiry on us. What did that chip do to you? Ey, that’s a good one, “tortilla chip”, “chip in the head”…”
“Very amusing dear…” replied Anya, her ever supportive if not very enthusiastic self.
“A pepper, a very hot pepper…” His eyes did not leave Buffy’s as he tried to communicate how intensely he felt right then.
“You shouldn’t have so much salsa sauce, you know Spike” Willow offered “It can be extremely corrosive to your stomach lining, you see. Although I’m not sure about vampires…”
“Fine, we’re fine… I can never have too much… salsa sauce, god…”
“Me neither… Hot salty goodness, yummy…” Buffy felt she had to add her two cents’ worth, besides seeing Spike come had got her very horny and she couldn’t wait to be back at the crypt for more hot salsa pleasure.
“I don’t know about you, people, but I’m knackered,” she said wiping her hand as best she could on a napkin Spike had grabbed from the table, “I think I’d better go for a quick patrol then bed… Don’t wait for me Willow, Tara! Coming Spike?”
“Oh, yeah”
“Spike, Buffy, how … come your auras have been all … pink and crimson red all evening, … and …why is it turning crimson again?” asked a very puzzled Tara.
“Hot salsa sauce, pet. Hot salsa sauce.”
“Yeah, … Hot salsa sauce.”
THE END