Title: "Don't Call Me Goldielocks!"
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com


Summary: I had so much fun redoing the
ending of "Smashed" that I thought I'd
take another shot at it by rewriting some of
"Gone" the way I'd have liked to see it.
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The Beginning.....


"Stop trying to see me," Buffy snapped, attempting
to sound as though she really meant it. "And stop calling
me that!"

Her second sentence, she definitely DID mean. But it
still took all the willpower she had inside of her not to
melt into a puddle when she turned around and faced him.

Dammit! How the hell did he manage to look so adorably
little boyish and so devastatingly sexy at the same time?
Tilting his head to one side that way, those dark eyes that
saw through her bluff every time just drove her....freaking nuts!

"So, um," he said hesitantly, pacing slowly towards
her. "What should I call you then?"

Buffy briefly considered telling him why she didn't like
being called "love" by him. Should she go ahead and explain
to him that after years of listening to him call every girl he met
by that nickname at some point or another, it made her feel
like she was not really that special to him after all?

"Pet?" he suggested.

Oh, God..no! That was even worse. The same girls who
were "love" sooner or later were called "Pet" as well. In fact,
the first girl she'd heard him refer to as "Pet" had been his
wacko girlfriend, Drusilla.

Buffy hated to be reminded of Drusilla's presence in the world. No
matter how far away she was, on whatever continent she resided
or flipped out state of mind she might be in, Buffy didn't even want
to think about her.

Thinking about Drusilla always led to thinking about Spike and
Drusilla, and THAT always led to thinking about the fact that Spike
had loved Drusilla for a zillion years, so she must have had something
going for her to hold on to him for so long.

This, of course, always led to thinking about her own insecurities
and shortcomings, which then segued right into memories of her
lousy track record at keeping a man interested.

And if she couldn't keep an ordinary man happy, what hope
did she have of holding on to this one?

It was enough to give a slayer a headache.

"Sweetheart?"

Now, THAT was more like it. No one had ever called her
sweetheart before, and she'd certainly never heard him say it
to another girl. It was a good sounding word, and it sounded
even better when Spike said it. Especially when it was
accompanied by that little half smile, the one that always made
her want to grab hold of him and kiss it.

She was on the verge of throwing her arms around him
and telling him that "sweetheart" suited her just fine, when he
brought his left hand up to stroke her hair.

"My little Goldielocks," he murmured. "You know...I love your
hair," he went on, raising his right hand to join his left as it
fingered the locks of her hair.

Buffy held her breath, staring down at the floor as her body
began sending her urgent messages, encouraging her to
cooperate with this deliciously sexy guy, and assuring her she
would be well rewarded for it.

"It's so soft," Spike continued. "Such a beautiful color." He
leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "And it always smells
so damn good."

Her head was spinning sweetly as she felt him place one
hand on her hip and pull her forward, pressing her lower body
firmly against his. She gasped, trying to rally her defenses.

She couldn't do this with him again. Not in the KITCHEN,
anyway...with Dawn about to come downstairs. And Willow.
What if Willow decided to come back down? And...oh, god..wasn't
Xander supposed to be there soon to take Dawn to school?

"Stop that," she said quietly, uncertain of whether or not she
really wanted him to.

Apparently, Spike had already figured it out. "You don't mean
it," he said. "You know you don't want me to stop."

Buffy frowned. Wait a second. Even if he was right...if indeed
she did not want him to stop...it wasn't up to him to decide that
for her.

Gathering her resolve, Buffy placed her hands on his chest
and pushed him slightly away. "I told you to stop," she said,
glaring at him. "And I DO mean it!"

Spike grabbed her upper arms and hauled her close again.

"Don't play games with me, little girl," he said harshly. "I'm
not one of the boy toys that takes all the crap you dish out
and thanks you for it."

Buffy was getting angry. "Just who the hell do you think
you are?" she spat. "Take your hands off me...now!"

He ignored her. "That's not what you said the other night," he
reminded her with a smirk on his handsome face. "Matter
of fact, you were begging me to put my hands on you..all
over you...you even told me where you wanted them."

"Temporary insanity," Buffy replied, clenching her fist.

Spike saw the hit coming and caught it with one hand. "Yeah,
right," he scoffed. "For twelve bloody hours? I don't think so, love."

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" Bringing her
other fist into play, she punched him in the abdomen.

She might as well have punched the wall for all the good it
did her. **Can't hurt him there, stupid. Solid muscle...remember?**

She SHOULD remember! She'd spent enough time playing
in the area the other night. She'd kissed, and fondled, and felt
those muscles in action as he lay on top of her...and beneath
her...and behind her...his body moving in perfect syncopation with
hers.

"Come on, Buffy," he coaxed her. "Say it. Just say it one
time...just once...and I'll take you to bed and do things to
your body that you've never dreamed of."

Her brain rejected these words, but her traitorous body seemed
willing to listen.

Until he said, "When are you gonna stop being so bloody
stubborn and admit that you want me...."

**Don't say it!**

"...love?"

**You said it! You opened your big, fat mouth and said
something stupid! Again! You just never know when to shut
up, do you? Even when you're winning, you can't leave well
enough alone. You're not happy unless you're running off at
the mouth and ruining everything!**

This was his most unattractive personality trait. He was
always with the smart ass comments and sneering smiles,
and it was completely counter productive when it came to
getting him what he wanted.

It was exactly the thing that had kept her from staying with
him in that condemned rat trap she'd woken up in the
other day, after a night of the most intense and satisfying
sex she'd ever experienced.

Her body had been his, to do whatever he pleased with,
and she'd given in without a struggle when he'd pulled her
across his own body, lowering her to the floor as he had
devoured her mouth. Her mind had begun to drift off on an
airy cloud, until he'd opened his mouth and spoke, bringing
her back to earth with an unpleasant thump.

Telling her that he'd always known the only thing better
than killing a slayer would be fucking one had been stupid,
insensitive, and downright dangerous. If she'd had her hand
anywhere near a stake, she'd have used it.

**And now...here you are doing it again. Congratulations,
Spike....you're nothing if not consistent!**

Glancing out the window, Buffy saw Xander's car pull into
the driveway. It was a perfect out.

"DAWN!" she yelled. "XANDER'S HERE TO TAKE YOU TO
SCHOOL!"

Spike loosened his grip and stepped back. "Saved by the
idiot." Turning on one heel, he walked out of the kitchen. "See
you around, Goldielocks."



TBC....

(Keep in mind that I'm changing things to suit
myself...and you, I hope...so it's not exactly canon but
please let me know if you like it)

The Middle.....


Buffy sat on the edge of her bed, trying to collect her
thoughts and group them into proper categories.

The surprise inspection by the county social worker
had gone amazingly well. Mrs. Kroger had looked
around the house, and checked the contents of the
refrigerator and pantry, making sure that nutritional
needs were being met.

This had worried Buffy, since she hadn't been to the
market for three or four days. Willow had apparently
heard what was going on, because when the fridge
door was opened, it was fully stocked. Mrs. Kroger
had looked it over, then turned with a smile and told
Buffy that she was a thoughtful shopper.

When she'd gone upstairs to see Dawn's room, Buffy
had yanked open the fridge door and stared in surprise.
There was a gallon of milk, orange juice, a dozen eggs,
cheese, and several cartons of yogurt.

The meat keeper contained chicken, two pounds of
ground beef, and a huge pot roast. There were apples
and pears, celery, carrots, avocados and a bag of salad
greens in the vegetable drawers.

Opening the freezer, Buffy had found chocolate ice cream,
frozen juice bars, pot pies, bags of broccoli, corn and
french fries.

Adding a nice little touch of realism, Willow had conjured
up leftover pizza in plastic wrap, a few cans of soda, a
bag of chocolate cookies, and a half eaten mold of
cherry jello.

It was only an appearance spell, and even as she'd
watched, it had begun to dissipate and reveal the true
contents of the fridge. Buffy had closed the door, silently
promising herself to go to the market and bring home
every item Willow had magicked up.

As she'd followed Mrs. Kroger into the living room, she
spotted Willow and Tara at the top of the stairs, looking
anxious. Buffy had given them a quick thumbs up, and
mouthed a silent "thank you."

Another brief moment of panic struck when Mrs. Kroger
had asked to see Dawn's last report card. Fully expecting
the woman to shake her head disapprovingly, Buffy had
been surprised to be told that it wasn't unusual for a
child's grades to slip a little after an emotional trauma,
such as the death of a parent.

Buffy had quickly assured the social worker that
Dawn had already started to buckle down at school and
show some progress.

Then, over a cup of coffee, the women discussed finances.

With Willow's help, the slayer had finally managed to track
her footloose father and had bullied him into sending her
a check every single week.

No longer feeling any kind of closeness for the parent she
hadn't seen in years, she'd had no compunction about
reminding him that Dawn was still a minor and he had
certain obligations that must be met.

She'd said all this with a unspoken but clear threat of
possible legal action, hinting that if she had to seek
help from the court system, he'd quite possibly be told
to pay all the back child support he'd racked up after
years of ignoring the existence of his daughters.

Buffy had felt no guilt at forcing him to cough up money
for a child that was technically not his own. Her memories
of Dawn were still intact, which meant that his were also.
As far as he knew, Dawn was every bit as much his child
as Buffy herself was.

And even if he knew the truth of the matter and didn't feel
he owed Dawn anything, he definitely owed Buffy, and one
way or another, she was going to collect every last dime.

After subtly warning him not to disappear again, she had
hung up the phone with a triumphant smile, quite delighted
that she'd thrown a monkey wrench into her father's
carefree, pleasure seeking, roaming the world lifestyle.

Four days later, the first check had arrived. Buffy's satis-
faction had been somewhat muted by the fact that the
envelope contained only a check, without so much as a
note..not even a scrap of paper with a few lines scribbled
on it...asking how they were getting along.

Although she'd been hurt, she'd not been surprised. What
could you expect from a man who never even bothered to
call, let alone show up, when the mother of his children died,
a woman he'd been married to for fifteen years?

Any possibility of reconciliation had also died that day as she
stood by the mailbox, a painful lump forming in her throat.
At that exact moment, for the first time, Buffy had truly
felt like an orphan.

Running back into the house, she'd thrown herself face
down on her bed and burst into tears, crying for everything
she'd once had that was now gone forever.

Mrs. Kroger had listened grimly to Buffy's unhappy story
and promised her that if push came to shove, the courts
would most definitely become involved. She would make
sure of it.

Buffy would be given full, legal guardianship of her sister,
and Hank Summers would be footing the bill.


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She stared at herself in the mirror, examining her
face, and wasn't displeased with what she saw.

Although she had changed greatly in the past few
years, shedding a little baby fat from her face and
figure, her hair was beautiful, even if she did say so
herself.

Well...not JUST herself. Spike found it beautiful, too.

At this time, it was the longest it had ever been. She'd
stopped forcing it to be an unnatural shade of
blond some time ago, and her own color...a rather
pleasing shade of honey and golden brown...had
taken back over.

The night she had spent with her latest demon lover,
he hadn't been able to keep his hands out of it. He had
stroked it and played with it in their quiet moments, and
had pulled on it savagely, forcing her head back and making
her arch her throat during their tempestuous lovemaking.

She blushed when she remembered one particular
moment. She had been on her hands and knees...a
brand new position for her that she had absolutely
loved...and Spike had been mounting her from behind.

Using language that wouldn't be out of place in a XXX
rated movie, he had gripped a handful of her hair and
pulled it taut, making her keep her head up. Her eyes
had glanced to the side and she'd been shocked to see
the shadow they were casting on one wall, caused by
a wash of moonlight.

It was one of the most erotic sights she'd ever
witnessed. Her heart rate had kicked into overdrive and
her body had released a rush of fluid so copious that
it had trickled slowly down her thighs, mingling with
Spike's ejaculate.

When he had brought her to one of the most satisfying
orgasms she'd ever had...all of which had been with him
that night...he had pounded into her so hard that she
had scraped her knees trying to keep herself anchored.
After he came, he had pulled her up onto those sore
knees and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
Burying his face in her hair, he had told her over and over
again how much he loved her, how perfect and beautiful
and special she was to him, how he would never love
anyone the way he loved her.

Just thinking about it was beginning to get her
worked up. She desperately needed something to
take her mind off of...

"What shall I call you then?"

....that smart ass, irritating, big mouth!

"Pet? Sweetheart? My little goldielocks?"

Who never knew how to quit when he was ahead!

"I love your hair. So soft...such a pretty color.."

And who needed to be put in his place!

"You know you don't want me to stop."

Big know-it-all vampire! Thinks he knows ME!

"Don't play games with me, little girl."

Ha! As if she would!

"That's not what you said the other night."

Yeah...well....

"You were begging me..."

In your dreams, blondie!

"Say it...say it just once..."

No!

"I'll take you to bed and do things to your body
you've never dreamed of."

.....no.

"When are you gonna stop being so bloody stubborn
and admit that you want me, love?"

When HELL freezes over!

"See you around, goldielocks."

Oh, yeah? Well, maybe you just won't like what
you see!

With a scowl of fierce determination, she grabbed
the scissors from her drawer and raised them to
her long tresses.

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TBC....

Comments? Dish 'em out.

Title: "Don't Call Me Goldielocks!"
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Feedback: Yes, please. Thank you.
Summary: A rewrite of "Gone" the
way I would have liked to see it.




The Middle cont.....


Being invisible was the most fun she'd had
in a very long time...not counting the incredible
sex fest she'd been treated to a couple of days
ago.

After checking in with Xander and Anya in hopes of
getting them started on a solution to her problem,
which admittedly would start to get real old, real
fast...she took a long, leisurely stroll through the park,
stirring up a little mischief just for the hell of it.

She had unseated a few ugly hats, leaned against
car doors to prevent people from climbing out of
them, caught Frisbees before they reached the person
they were being thrown to and then turned them around
and threw them back, and stole a hot dog from a
vendor pushing a cart. This last act of hooliganism was
slightly mellowed by the promise she made herself
to return and pay for it.

On the playground, she freaked people out by swing-
ing on the swing set while wailing like a lost soul, then
giggling like a loon. She turned the drinking fountain
on and off, and splashed a pushy kid that wouldn't take
his turn properly.

Eventually, she grew tired of these antics and decided
to head for home. Cutting through the cemetery where
her undead inamorata resided, she gave in to a sudden
impulse and headed for his crypt to pay him a little
surprise visit.

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She kicked the door open in her usual manner. The
television was playing some stinky old horror flick, but
her vampire lover wasn't sitting in his favorite chair.

Closing the door, she walked into the room on tiptoe and
saw him standing in front of the open fridge door, looking
tousled and sexy.

Spike was wearing jeans and a loose fitting button
down shirt. He was barefoot, which tickled her pink
for some reason.

As she watched he turned and surveyed the room.

"Whatever beastie you are, I know you're here," he
said. "And I hurt beasties."

Unable to resist, she walked over to him and squeezed
his...amazingly firm...ass.

"Hey!" He jumped a little. "Watch it!"

Buffy was having a hard time not falling on the floor
laughing. God, this was fun!

She reached over and switched off the television, and
Spike sighed.

"Oh, a ghost is it?" he asked irritably. "Go haunt the
living, like a good spook."

Instead of doing as he said, Buffy glided past him, just
barely touching.

Spike lifted his head, scenting the air. His eyes narrowed
as she moved behind him. Without giving him a chance
to speak, she grabbed his arm and threw him up
against the wall. He tried to move away, but she shoved
him back and pinned him, then ripped open his shirt,
sending buttons flying.

Spike stared down, confused, then took another good
whiff of the air above her head.

Buffy leaned forward and drew circles around the flat
copper disc of his right nipple, tonguing it thoroughly,
making him gasp and moan. "Buffy?"

Drawing back, she pouted, forgetting that he couldn't
see it. "Aww..you guessed," she complained.

"Baby...what the hell happened to you?" he asked,
groping with one hand until he found her arm, then
pulling her close again.

She shrugged, nestling closer. "I don't know. I was
walking along minding my own business, and
then...poof! Invisible."

He shook his head. "This could only happen to
you, kitten. So, tell me," he added, "what brings
you here in the middle of the day? If you're looking
for a slaying partner, I'll have to decline. I have
a nasty allergy to direct sunlight."

She giggled and nuzzled his chest. "Not a slaying
partner," she admitted, letting her lips linger on his
smooth skin.

"Oh," he said, grinning like a devil, "you've come by
for a taste of what you had the other night, have you?
You ready to admit that..."

She clapped her hand over his mouth. "Do yourself a
favor," she advised. "Stop talking...and take me
downstairs to bed."

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he let it slide down
her arm until it found hers, then led her across the
floor to the ladder.

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"You're doing pretty well for someone who can't
see what he's touching," Buffy commented.

Spike shrugged, and undid the last button on
her shirt. "I don't really need to see buttons in order
to undo them," he replied, peeling the garment off
and tossing it on the floor.

He found the front clasp of her bra and twisted
it open. "When I find out who did this to you,"
he said, "I'm gonna tear their fucking heads
off....pain or no pain."

"How come?" she asked, puzzled at the comment.

"Because half the fun of undressing you is seeing
you naked." His hands cupped her face and he
lowered his head and kissed her.

She was really beginning to enjoy it, when his
fingers slid up and into her hair and he pulled away
in shock.

"What's wrong?" she asked, forgetting about her
hair cut.

"Your hair!" he said loudly. "Where the fuck is your
hair?"

"Oh, that," she shrugged. "Um...I had it cut."

He placed his hands on top of her head and then
moved them down the sides, measuring the place
where her hair ended. He was quiet for a moment,
then sighed.

"Please tell me that you didn't cut off your hair
just to spite me," he said.

"No way," she lied, crossing her invisible fingers. "I
just wanted a change."

"I really wish I could see your face right now," he
said. "See if you're fibbing to me."

"Why?"

"If you did it because of what I said," he informed her,
smiling, "then you wasted your time and money, as well
as your hair. Buffy," he went on, stroking the shortened
locks, "I told you that I love the color of your hair...and how
soft it is...and how good it smells. I never said anything
about the length."

This was true, and she could have kicked herself!

"I'll bet," he said, still fondling her hair, "that it looks lovely
on you."

"Well," she sighed. "It's kind of cute...and it's not too
short."

"No," he smiled. "And it's still soft and it still smells
wonderful."

Buffy looked into his eyes, wishing he could be looking
into hers. Why couldn't he talk this way all the time? It
would sure save him a hell of a lot of trouble.

She slipped her invisible hands up and around the back
of his neck, drawing him down for another kiss. Her tongue
pried his lips apart and slipped into his mouth, dancing
lightly over the blunt edge of his teeth.

Groaning softly, he tugged her down onto the bed and
finished undressing her.

When they were both naked, they climbed beneath the
crisp white sheet and he began to make slow and tender
love to her.

His mouth trailed down her throat and found the upper
curve of her breast, and she arched her back, offering
herself up for his pleasure.

Spike brought one hand up and cupped the warm mound
of flesh, lifting it slightly as he opened his mouth and found
her hard nipple, aching and swollen and needing his soothing
tongue.

He drew wet, lazy circles around the sensitive peak, then
suckled it until she was writing under him, her fingers
tangling in his unruly curls, keeping his mouth where
she loved having it.

"So soft, baby," he murmured against her skin. "Never
felt anything as soft as you."

"More," she begged, guiding him to her other breast. "Suck
hard. Oh, god....yeah....I love it when you do that."

He smiled, squeezing and fondling her breast. "Such
luscious tits you have, slayer. I could play here for
hours and never get enough of them."

"Don't stop," she demanded, pulling him back down."Not
yet."

Spike gave her what she wanted, indulging both of their
cravings extravagantly. He sucked and licked her tender
flesh, paying her lavish compliments on their beauty and
softness.

As he became more aggressive, he nipped her with his
teeth, then soothed the sting with his cool tongue.

When she was ready for him to move on, she released
her grip on his hair and nudged him further down.

He chuckled softly. "Oh, I know what my girl wants, what
she needs," he said, kissing a wet path down her
abdomen.

Settling himself lower in the bed, he urged her to part
her thighs and then applied his tongue to the moist cleft
of her sex. He licked her all over, then located her clit
and sucked it lightly.

Buffy's entire lower body was bathed in a fever of
pleasure. He was having to hold her by the hips to keep
her still as she twisted and turned beneath him.

"Oh....oh, yes....Spike..." she panted, her fingers
digging into the mattress. "That's so good....so good."

"Mm-hmm" he agreed, lapping at her with hard strokes
of his tongue.

She was rapidly climbing the steep hill that no one
else had ever led her up before. He had brought her to
this point so many times the other night, so many ways,
she had lost track of everything he had done to her.

All she had known clearly, was that she wanted more of
this...more of him.

As it was then, so it was now. She wanted more...right
then and there.

"Spike," she whispered, tugging on the silky white blond
curls. "Do it now...I want it now...I can't wait. Please,
baby...love me now."

It was all he needed to hear.

Moving back up, he nestled his hips between her
spread thighs. "Lift up a little, babe," he directed, and
when she did, he positioned himself and slid all the
way inside of her.

"Buffy," he moaned, kissing her lips and her cheeks. "Oh,
baby...you feel so good. So tight and wet...wanna fuck
you so hard."

But contrary to what he was saying, he began thrusting
gently, sliding slowly in and then back out, letting her
feel every inch of his cock as it invaded her, plundered
her....and drove her wild.

She whimpered in her throat, all the intense pleasure
of the other night racing back to her. He responded with
a soft gasp as his hips dipped and then rose back up.

Their world was absolutely perfect then....until....

"Spike?"

They both froze.

"What are you doing?"

Spike turned his head and saw Xander standing a few
feet away from the bed. Trying desperately to think of a
plausible explanation, all he could come up with was, "What
am I....well, what does it look like I'm doing, you nit? I'm
exercising, aren't I?"

With an apologetic look down at Buffy, he did two rapid
push ups that made her squeak, both from the sudden
pressure on her abdomen and the hard thrust of his erection
inside her.

"Exercising?" Xander asked, doubtfully. "Naked. In bed."

With a long suffering sigh, Spike pulled out of Buffy and
stood up, wrapping the sheet around his hips.

"A man shouldn't use immortality as an excuse to let
himself go," he explained. "Gotta keep fit for the killing."

He sat down on the end of the bed, waiting for Xander
to reveal the purpose of his visit.

"Yeah-huh," Xander nodded skeptically, then shrugged. "I'm
looking for Buffy."

"Haven't seen her," Spike answered promptly.

"Well, you wouldn't," Xander said. "Fact is...she's come
down with a slight case of invisibility."

"Yeah?" Spike asked, looking appropriately shocked. "How
did, uh...." His words caught in his throat when he felt
Buffy sneak up behind him and lick his ear.

"We don't know yet," Xander replied.

Making little kissy sounds, Buffy bit down on Spike's
earlobe and nibbled it, making him jump.

"Anyway," Xander went on, "she's not at the house and
I really, really need to find her."

"Uh...I'll tell you what," Spike said, swatting at thin air
behind him. "I'll take a peek around, first chance I get,"
he tried to muffle a laugh as she tickled him, "and if we
run into each other, I'll clue her that you're on the look-
out."

"After your," Xander made a face, "exercises?"

Spike swatted Buffy's hand away before it went for
his crotch. "Yeah...right."

After a moment, Xander nodded and turned to leave. "You
know, Spike," he said, "all kidding aside...you really
should get a girlfriend."

He climbed the ladder and left the crypt.

Spike turned around towards Buffy. "You know, that
boy is bloody stupid," he said, shaking his head.

"Never mind that," she replied. "We have got to figure
out a way of locking that door up there."

Crawling back up the bed to her, he settled by her
side. "Listen, babe...as much as I hate to say this, you
should probably go and find out why they're searching
high and low for you. Maybe your chums have figured
out a way to bring you back to living color."

Buffy shook her head, forgetting again that he couldn't
see her. "I don't want to," she whined, a child being
dragged out of a playground by the scruff of her neck.

But he wasn't giving in. "I don't care. You're going.
Find your clothes and get dressed."

Putting himself out of "hitting" reach, he got out of
bed and located a bottle of wine and a glass. "I
know you're enjoying the invisibility game, slayer,
but I'd like to be able to see you again...soon,"
he said, pouring a glass full of the wine and drink-
ing it.

"I thought we were having fun," Buffy grumbled. She
stood up on the bed and jumped into his arms.

"We were," he replied. "And we will. As soon as you're
completely...here."

She tried to lean down and kiss him, but he pushed
her away. "I mean it, Buffy. Find your clothes and
get going, because I want to have all of you and..."

Inspiration struck and she dropped to her knees and
took his slightly softened shaft into her mouth, determined
to harden it up again.

Spike looked down. "Okay, that's cheating."





TBC.....

(I like this rewriting things to suit myself stuff. Much
more satisfying, doncha think?)

Don't Call Me Goldielocks!
Part 4




"Knock-knock" Buffy called out, pushing on the heavy
door. "Spike? You here?"

He scared the life out of her by appearing suddenly out
of the darkness. "You're knocking?" he asked, his voice
teasing her. "Christ...the world isn't coming to an end
again, is it?"

Buffy smiled and stepped inside. "Not that I know of,
but keep your mouth shut and don't jinx it."

Spike closed the door and followed her into the main
room. "Wait a minute," he said. "Turn around."

Buffy sighed and spun on one heel, ending up with a
"Ta-da!" gesture. "You like?"

He grinned. "Oh, yeah," he said softly. "It's good to see
you again, kitten."

**Kitten? Oh, I like that name. Stick with that and
you'll be okay.**

"It's good to be seen," she replied smartly, plopping
down in his chair. "You'll never guess who was behind
that little stunt."

"Probably not," he agreed, scooping her up and sitting
down in the chair himself, keeping her on his lap. "So
why don't you save us some valuable time and just tell
me."

Buffy related the entire ridiculous story, including her
talk with Willow, and her decision that alive was better
than dead, even if life wasn't always a bowl of
cherries.

Spike smiled and stroked her hair. "I'm glad you figured
that out, love."

"Don't call me that," Buffy said automatically.

He looked at her, exasperated. "Why do always say that?"
he asked. "You know I love you. Is it THAT horrible,
that you can't even bear to hear the word?"

Buffy was a little surprised at the tone in his voice. He
really sounded...and looked...hurt, and it made her feel
terrible. It was time to straighten this out, once and for
all.

"That's not it," she said softly, cupping his cheek. "I
know you love me...and it's not horrible. It's just that...you
call everyone "love"...all the girls you know, anyway, and
I can't...I don't want to be just...just..."

"One of the crowd?" he ventured, pulling her closer.

She shrugged, staring at the buttons of his shirt.

"Buffy," he said, after a moment, "I'm sorry...I never even
thought about it that way. It's just....I don't know...a
habit?" He placed one finger beneath her chin and
tilted her face up. "I'll try to remember not to call you
love...all right?"

"Pet, too," she said, "I don't like that one either."

Spike laughed. "All right," he agreed. "But don't get too
mad at me if I slip every now and then...okay?"

Her fingers crept up and slipped around the back of
his neck. "Okay."

"So," he went on, tightening his arms around her. "What
shall I call you, then?"

"Sweetheart sounded okay," she offered. "I don't mind
it."

He nodded. "I like that one, too. All right...sweetheart...what
did you do today?"

Buffy smiled and shifted on his lap. "Went shopping. Want
to see what I bought?"

"You know I would," he said, his eyes widening when he saw
her starting to unbutton her blouse.

She pulled the two sides of the garment apart, revealing a
black lace bra that would have taken his breath away if at
all possible.

"Oh, that's lovely," he said hoarsely. "Um....are there match-
ing...."

"Panties?" she supplied. "Yeah....want to see them?"

"Yes, please."

Buffy climbed off his lap and unzipped her slacks. She let
them drop to the floor, then kicked them away and headed
towards the lower level. "Before you join me," she said, as
he started to follow her. "Put something heavy in front of
that door."

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


In the bedchamber below, Buffy lit several candles
and then arranged herself on the bed in a provocative
pose.

She could hear something dragging across the floor
upstairs, and deduced that it had to be the top of
the sarcophagus that would be providing them with a
"do not disturb" sign that no one was going to get past.

Seconds later, Spike was descending the ladder. When
he turned to face her, she had to take a deep breath to
keep herself from passing out at the sight of him.

He had unbuttoned his shirt and removed his belt. The
top snap of his jeans was open, but the zipper was in
place, straining to hold back the impressive hard on he
was sporting.

God, he was a beautiful creature. Say what else you liked
about him, you couldn't take that away. His physical
beauty was imposing and strong.

His blond hair was mussed into the unruly curls she
loved playing with, and his eyes...those azure blue
eyes that missed nothing...were hot with desire. Desire
for her.

Reclining back into the pillows, Buffy smiled as seductively
as she could manage. "Come to bed, handsome," she
said softly, holding out one hand to him.

Spike didn't hesitate. He covered the distance between them
in three long strides and sat down beside her. Taking the
hand she held out, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a slow,
hot kiss into her palm, lightly touching it with the tip of his
tongue.

When he saw how the gesture pleased her, he kissed
each individual finger tip, biting down playfully on them before
letting them go.

Buffy stretched, arching her back like a cat and thrusting her
breasts forward.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes moving hotly
over her body. "Undo your bra."

Buffy complied, twisting the front clasp open and peeling the
lacy cups away from her skin. Slipping one hand behind
his neck, she pulled him down until his face was buried
between the mounds of her breasts.

"Mmm," he moaned, deep in his throat. "So warm and
soft...except your nipples." He looked up at her and
smiled. "They're very hard, sweetheart. Do you want my
mouth on them?"

Buffy nodded, her eyes half closed at the very thought of
it.

With no further ado, he lowered his head and ran his
tongue across her damp flesh, laving her taut nipples with
long, hard strokes. He played with them, teasingly, nipping
with his teeth and flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth.

She placed her fingers on the sides of his face, then
let them slide up and into his silky curls, holding him against
her breast. "Feels good," she whispered, tilting her head
back and staring at the ceiling.

Spike brought one hand up and cupped her right breast,
then took the nipple into his mouth and began to suck hard.

"Oh, God...." she moaned. "I love it when you do that. Harder.
Suck harder...yes...now the other one..."

He moved to her left breast and gave it the exact same
attention, drawing hard on the nipple and swirling his
tongue around it.

Buffy could feel every pull of his mouth as it reverberated
in her womb, making her wet and sticky. "Take off my
panties," she directed him.

He sat up and discovered that her underpants were held
together on her hips by small satin ribbons. Delighted, he
tugged on them until they unraveled, then pulled the soft
fabric off when she raised her bottom for him.

His lustful eyes zeroed in on her neatly trimmed, light
brown curls. Pushing her legs apart, he bent down and
kissed the inside of her thighs.

Buffy arched her hips, needing a more intimate touch.

"Want me to eat your pussy?" he asked, giving her that
devilish grin that drove her nuts.

"Uh-huh," she breathed. "Want it bad. But first," she added,
looking him over, "take off your clothes. I don't want to be
the only naked one here."

Spike chuckled. "Your wish is my command, kitten...is
'kitten' okay?"

"Yes," she smiled. "Kitten is okay."

He stood up and shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall
on the floor, then unzipped his jeans and shoved them down
around his ankles. Since he apparently never bothered
with undergarments of any kind, he was now as naked as
the day he'd entered the world.

Buffy licked her lips at the sight of his rampant erection. It
was long and thick, and it extended straight out from his
body, proclaiming his maleness to anyone that cared to
look.

Stepping out of his pants, he knelt on the end of the
bed and began crawling up until he was positioned over
her thighs.

"Spread your legs wider, kitten," he said promptly. "I
want to taste you."

Obediently, Buffy parted her thighs further. She gasped
harshly when he lowered his head and began tonguing her
dampness, licking up all the moisture she was releasing.

Making soft grunts of pleasure, he ate her thoroughly,
alternating between gentle, light touches, and fiercely
hard, greedy laps of his tongue. Locating her clit, he
sucked on it as he pushed his middle finger up inside
of her, pumping it in and out, slowly at first, then faster
and harder as her breathing began to escalate.

Stars were exploding behind Buffy's closed eyes. She
had never felt anything like this before. Between his
voracious mouth and his deft fingers, he was driving
her to a climax that she couldn't hold off.

Lifting her hips, she ground herself against his face,
writhing and whimpering in desperation to get off. He
seemed to know what she needed, and he sucked harder
on her clit, then pushed another digit inside her, finger
fucking her to a wet, satisfying orgasm.

"Ah...oh, God....yes, yes....Spike..." she panted, her
body trembling from the force of her climax.

He sat up, wiping his wet face on the back of his hand.

"Did you like that, baby?" he asked, quite unnecessarily.

"Oh, God...yes," she moaned. "That was....amazing."

"No," he shook his head. "YOU are amazing. I've never
seen anything like you before, kitten. And I've lived a long,
long time."

Buffy sat up and placed her hand on his chest, urging him
to lie down. "Your turn," she said, her eyes gleaming with
an unspoken promise of pleasure.

He moved up in the bed, placing one of the pillows
behind his back, reclining like a potentate waiting for his
favorite concubine.

She moved her hands up the strong columns of his
thighs, digging her nails in lightly. Kneeling between them,
she dipped her head and swirled the tip of her tongue over
the head of his cock.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered, his hips jerking involuntarily in
reaction.

Buffy sat back on her heels. Placing her hands on her
thighs, she pushed her breasts together and smiled for
him. "Tell me what you want."

Spike gazed up at her, his eyes hazy with desire. "Want your
mouth on me, kitten," he said in silken tones. "Want that
sweet little mouth sucking my cock, licking it, tasting my
cum."

She leaned down and he placed one hand on the back of
her head. "Come on, baby....do it....suck it...oh, yeah..." His
eyes half closed in bliss, he tightened his fingers in her
shortened hair. "That's it...that's my good girl...such a clever
little tongue...yes...lick it right there...just under the head...now
take it in...that's the way...suck just the tip of it...softly...oh,
good....so fucking good....little harder now...take a little more
in...hold it at the base...that's it...squeeze me....oh, yeah..."

The things he was saying excited her, making her want
to please him as much as possible. She followed every
instruction and satisfied every desire he articulated.

"You can hold it tighter, baby...you're not hurting me...that's
my girl...my beautiful little slayer...God, you give good head,"
he moaned deliriously. "You're the best, baby...the very
best...mmm...faster..." His hips began to pump lightly. "Faster,
kitten...harder...oh...oh, fuck...Buffy...suck it hard, baby...do
it....yeah....yeah..."

Determined to give him all she had, she moved up and
down...faster and faster, sucking in her cheeks on the up-
strokes. Bringing one hand up into play, she gently cupped
the heavy mass of his testicles, fondling and squeezing
them, driving his lust even higher.

When she sensed he was close to coming, she pulled away
and moved lower, nuzzling the tight, velvety sac hanging down
between his thighs, her hand shifting to wrap around his
cock, pumping it up and down.

"Tighter" he grated, wrapping his own hand around hers
and making her squeeze harder. But after only a few seconds,
he couldn't stand it. "Buffy...please, baby...suck it again..I
need your mouth on me...gotta feel it...so warm and wet..yes,
oh, yes," he hissed when she gave him what he was begging
her for.

She could taste the salt of his emissions as she used her
tongue to spread the drops of semen back into his painfully
hard shaft.

When she felt his hands on her head, trying to make her
be still, she stopped all motion and allowed him to do the
work. He pumped up and down, trying not to gag her with a
deep thrust.

"Buffy....Buffy...oh, baby...I'm gonna come, baby...I'm so
close..."

She squeezed his thigh to signal her acceptance.

Grinding his head back into the pillow, Spike squeezed his
eyes tightly shut and held her head still. "Fuck....fuck..." he
grunted. "Ah...suck it out of me, baby....all of it....wanna
come in your mouth..." He clenched his teeth as his
fingers dug deeper into her hair. "Fucking...gonna...COME...
NOW....YES!" he shouted as he emptied himself into
her mouth, spewing out thick spurts of his cream.

When he was finished, she did something she'd never
done before...and swallowed the salty fluid.

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


Buffy looked up, amused to see his chest rising and
falling rapidly. "You're panting," she teased.

"I know," he replied, sharing her amusement. "It
seemed appropriate."

Moving up on the bed, she stretched out beside him. "I
think you liked that."

Smiling in total satisfaction, he nodded. "You're fucking
unbelievable, kitten."

She was about to reply when he suddenly rolled her
onto her back, rubbing his still hard cock against her,
reminding her of something she'd learned during that
long night of insatiable lust they'd shared....he needed
almost no recovery time.

Buffy felt very fortunate in not having to wait around to
have her own needs satisfied. Riley had been terrible
about that, always needing at least a half hour to get
himself "ready" again, and she'd counted herself lucky
whenever he managed not to fall asleep while waiting.

Spike looked down into her eyes, wedging her legs
apart with his hips. "You ready to be royally fucked,
little slayer?"

"Ready when you are," she replied, dragging her
nails down his back. "If you're sure that you're up for
it."

He pushed down hard, grinding his erection against
her. "Doesn't it feel like I'm up for it?"

Buffy sent her hand south in response. Taking his rigid
phallus into her hand, she placed it at the entrance that
lay between her thighs. "Go for it," she demanded,
raising her hips a little.

One hard thrust buried him completely inside her. He
withdrew slowly, then slid his length back in.

The slayer keened softly at the delicious friction he
was supplying. She raised her own hips to meet his,
grinding her sex against his.

He pumped in and out of her; sometimes slow and
shallow, sometimes fast and deep. Every so often he
would stop thrusting and move his hips from side to
side.

Spike was supporting his upper body on his out-
stretched arms, but Buffy wanted to feel his weight
fully on top of her, holding her down.

Mindlessly, she pulled at him until he understood what
she wanted and gave it to her.

Palms turned up, he slipped his forearms underneath
her and held her shoulders, then buried his face in the
side of her neck.

His hips rose and fell rapidly as he pounded his cock
into her, making her grunt softly every time his pelvis
rammed into hers.

"You like this, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "Does it
feel good?"

"Yeah," she groaned. "Oh, yeah. Do it...harder."

"How...hard...do...you...want...it?" he asked,
punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

"Really...really...hard."

Spike increased his pace even more. Whatever reserves
of strength he was calling up, they responded to him
beautifully.

"Christ...Buffy...fuck me," he moaned in her ear. "Fuck
me hard." Amazingly, he began to pump even faster
than he had been. "Such a tight pussy...so wet...and
so damn hot...wanna fuck it...wanna fuck YOU...fuck
you forever...just you...just my slayer...my pretty...pretty
baby...with her pretty little pussy...holds my cock...so
tight inside her..."

She was long past coherent speech. All she could
manage to do was to whimper and pant her en-
encouragement, and dig her nails into the churning
muscle of his ass.

Continuing to thrust into her, he raised his head just
enough to search out her nipple. Blindly, he found
one hard peak and latched on to it, sucking vigorously
on the warm flesh he had in his mouth.

Buffy thrashed underneath him, lifting her knees
slightly, allowing him to slip in even further.

Still nursing at her nipple, he leaned on one arm
and sent his hand down between them. Finding the
wet bead of her clit, he rubbed his finger against it,
then pinched it firmly.

Her pleasure scaled brand new heights. His mouth
on her breast, his finger on her clit, and his cock
sliding in and out; all these things drove her as
she strained upwards, seeking the perfect ending
to the wild ride they were on....simultaneous
orgasm.

It was close. So close she could nearly taste it,
and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted
anything.

He fucked her mindlessly, trying to hold off the
ecstasy, but also wanting to get to the finish, to
fill her up with his load of cum.

As though she was reading his mind, she clutched
him to her fiercely, pulling him even deeper and
screaming her satisfaction.

The loud cries of pleasure shattered Spike's control,
and his cock erupted. He ejaculated into her with
long, shuddering groans that seemed wrenched from
his stiffening body.

All Buffy could do was hold on, riding out the storm
as best she could.

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

"Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

There was a pause, a sigh...

"Never mind."

"Tell me,"

Spike looked down at her, obviously groping for the
words he wanted to say. "I know you hate hearing
it," he finally said. "But...I love you."

Buffy's heart, the heart she'd had encased in ice for
far too long a time, began to melt at last.

She placed one hand on his cheek and smiled. "I
don't hate hearing it," she said, shaking her head a
little. "Tell me more."

It was a start....


The End

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