When the door swung open, he couldn’t prevent his body’s reaction to the vision that greeted him. The front of his pants tented while he fought to stay in character and keep from rushing her. She wasn’t dressed provocatively by any means, but the way she wore that outfit had his mind swimming with ideas as to how he would rid her of it.
A plain, long sleeved white button up shirt and a mid thigh red plaid skirt was all she had on. Her hair was pulled back neatly in a bun with a few loose strands from the top hanging down to frame her face. The only thing missing was a nice set of black heels and a pair of glasses as a fantasy formed in his mind of taking her amongst a stack of books, bringing out the naughty librarian within her.
“Good evenin’ ma’am. I’m looking for a Miss Buffy Summers.”
She truly couldn’t restrain herself and erupted into a fit of hysterics.
Clearly un-amused, the man standing outside her door raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her.
“I’m sorry, `s there somethin’ funny?”
Not in her wildest of dreams did she think Spike would show up tonight. And dressed like that? Her angst-ridden thoughts from seconds ago vanished without a trace. In their place stood shock, awe, and wow, did he ever look smoking hot!
From burglar to bacon. She couldn’t get over the stark contrast in dress and mannerisms from the last time she’d seen him.
There he stood, in all his gorgeous glory, dressed to the ‘T’ in one very authentic policeman’s uniform.
---Hmm, let’s see. Badge, check. Gun, check. Nightstick... The inner slut’s eyes traveled from his holster to the front of his pants. Double check. Handcuffs? Oh yeah, check.
Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod!
---Looks like somebody’s in trouble.
Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod!
Weak in the knees didn’t begin to describe how his appearance affected her! Whatever it was she did, lock me up and throw away the keys.
---You go girl.
Well, at least I wasn’t wrong about this being strictly business.
---Meaning?
Look at the way he’s dressed. He’s obviously here to, to... play or whatever, so I guess my plan IS going to work.
---I see your point, but the night is still young.
Still giggling, she tried to collect herself long enough to answer.
“No, nothing funny just, ahahaha, sorry. Yes, I’m Buffy Summers. Haha hmm ahem, what seems to be the problem, HAHAHA, officer?” Her hand flew to cover her mouth, until she could get over the initial shock.
He held a straight face despite her laughter and replied with a calmness that belied his anxiety over seeing her again.
“`M respondin’ to a complaint filed earlier tonight.”
At first he thought she was laughing at him. But as she stifled her amusement, her eyes took on that glint of lust he knew so well. Relieved and quite eager to touch her again, he continued.
“Miss Summers, I...”
“Buffy.” She interrupted him.
“Buffy.” He nodded, face stone cold and serious. “I’ve received a noise complaint about this residence.” He waited, holding his breath for her reply. Would she ‘play along’ or would she disapprove of Lorne’s set-up?
Okaaaay. This is interesting. Weird, but interesting.
“Noise complaint?”
“Yes. Screamin’, shoutin’ of obscenities, things crashin’ about.”
She’d never engaged in any type of role playing or acting, well other than faking an orgasm, but what woman in her right mind could resist a man in uniform? Especially when said man was a total hottie. He made her want to be a criminal if it meant being taken into his custody! Adopting the attitude that this could indeed be very entertaining as well as enjoyable, she embraced her ‘role’ as a guilty, but brazen, offender.
“That can’t be right. It’s...” She took a step forwards, and another, after every word she spoke. “Just. Me. Here. Alone.” She looked up and grinned coquettishly, letting him know just how much she approved of his appearance and demeanor.
His breath caught in his throat when she’d approached him. It didn’t look like she was going to be timid tonight; her bold and deliberate movements were turning Spike on more than even he cared to admit. If she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself full of the ‘long arm of the law’ before he had a chance to read her the Miranda rights.
He clenched his jaw muscles as the familiar scent of her perfume infused his senses. Bloody hell... smells so... good. All he had to do was lean into her upturned face, just a fraction, and her lips would be his. Judging from her audacious behavior however, she obviously wasn’t going to make it easy on this cop to bring her up on any charges.
“This is 1630 Revello Drive, is it not?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” Mere centimeters divided her from what she wanted more than anything, to forget this orchestrated ‘situation’, kiss him and release the monster caged behind his zipper. That ‘nightstick’ had her name written all over it, and she was eager to touch it, stroke it, take it into her mouth and... Of course it wouldn’t do to make a show of him on her porch in case there were nosy neighbors or anyone walking about.
Chris’, if she doesn’ back off `m gonna... he cleared his throat loudly.
“Ahem, could you please take a step back, ma’am?”
“Sure, anything you say Officerrrrr... I didn’t catch your name.”
“Ivanhoe.”
---Why the bleeding hell did you give her our last name?
She doesn’ know that. She’ll think `s made up.
William threw his hands up in the air, exasperated.
---Why not tell her our first name while you’re at it.
“Ivanhoe. Would you like to come in?” She stepped back and gestured an arm towards the living room. Sounds a little too much like I’m-a-ho, she giggled inside but appreciated it regardless.
Nodding once, he stepped over the threshold then hooked his thumbs inside the utility belt at the front of his waist. He could see her kitchen at the end of the hallway, the room she’d given him his very first blowjob. The memory made him shiver. He wondered if she would do that again; he’d never ask of course, but he could always hope.
“As you can see there’s no one here except me, so there couldn’t be any noise coming from my house.”
“Tha’s the complaint ma’am.” He smirked as she shut the door behind him. Turning towards her with all the confidence of Spike behind him, he stood tall.
“Excuse me? I don’t understand.” Crossing her arms in front of her, she waited for an explanation.
“The City Code contains ordinances governin’ maximum noise levels, and your residence hasn’ MET that level.
Hmmmm, okay. Deciding to play dirty, she offered a solution. Walking over to the phone, she picked it up and began dialing.
“I’ll call someone to come over then. I can think of at least two guys who wouldn’t mind helping me reach the required...
Jealousy overtook him immediately. Play or not, no one touched his girl but him. He rushed towards her and snatched the phone out of her hand, slamming it down on the receiver. Turning to face her, he walked her back against the wall so she had no place to go and spoke gruffly.
“Maybe I didn’ make m`self clear. The complaint’s already been filed,” closing his eyes, he dipped his head towards her neck without touching her and inhaled deeply, “and `m here to respond to it.”
The dangerous look on his face thrilled her.
“So where do we go from here?”
“Tha’s entirely up to you, ma’am, if you choose to cooperate or not. Now if you would, please turn around and place your hands on the wall.”
Her excitement heightened at his words. The thought of him touching her again sent the heat in her womb to run down and pool in her underwear. Turning around, she did as told, her nerves wrought with anticipation of whether he’d be gentle or rough with her.
He didn’t need to request that she spread her legs, she’d done that already. Placing them a generous three feet apart, she purposefully arched her back, forcing her rear-end to jut out towards him like a cat striving to be petted.
Chris’, Look at that. So ripe, so wicked, jus’ beggin’ to be violated.
Reaching his hands out, he knew this was the moment he’d been waiting for. Touching her again would send both Spike and William into a frenzy for control as to who would be with her. He stepped forward, keeping the lower half of his body away from coming into any contact with hers. If he didn’t, he’d end up taking her from behind... roughly.
She felt his hands on her elbows first. Their warmth sent tremors through her entire being, making her body quiver with desire as he ran them downwards, stopping near her armpits. His fingers reached around to graze the underside of her breast, thumbs nearing her nipples but not quite touching. She gasped, straining into his touch but he steered clear of the blatant invitation and continued his journey down her sides, the curve of her hips, her thighs and calves. His thumbs gently traced the inside of her delicate ankles before resuming his search in a northerly direction between her long legs.
As his palms slid round to the inside of her legs, she shivered yet again. There was no use denying how erotic she found this; her center pulsed with need as his fingers roamed higher towards her sex. Her skirt climbed her legs along with his hands until she could feel the burn of his gaze on her bottom when it came into view.
He brushed his thumbs along the seam of her thong, spreading his fingers wide to cup and squeeze her cheeks briefly as they stopped just below her waist. His husky whisper had her wanting to push herself against his crotch, desperate for the contact that would sate her need.
“You hidin’ somethin’ Miss Summers?”
“Buffy,” she reminded him breathily, not able to control her excitement from the feel of his slender fingers so close to where she needed them most.
Leaning in, he placed his lips against the shell of her ear.
“Buffy.” He moaned her name. “`S there anythin’ you wish to reveal? Anythin’ you’re concealin’ that could be used as evidence against you?”
She was two seconds away from calling this off and attacking him, so desperate to have him filling her after such a long week of nothing but vivid dreams to occupy her nights. She would first try to encourage him verbally. But if he didn’t take her cue she’d have no choice but to assault the Officer and admit to the charge of doing so to the public servant.
“No, I’m not hiding anything, I swear. I can prove it; show you that I’m innocent.”
“Really?” He was intrigued by what she had in mind. “And how do you propose goin’ `bout that?”
She looked over her left shoulder and directly into his eyes. “Perform a full body cavity search on me.”
FUCK!!! He’d probe her alright, but it wasn’t time. This was not part of Lorne’s instruction whatsoever. He was supposed to take her for a ride in the undercover Impala Lorne provided for the night, drive her to an undisclosed location where he could violate every last one of her civil rights.
Taking a deep breath for the sake of self control, he attempted to ‘keep her focused’ as instructed. Then again, Lorne never said anythin’ `bout what I couldn’ do in an effort to accomplish that. Perhaps there was a way to give them both a bit of what they wanted through teasing.
Slipping a finger under the edge of her panties, he sensuously glided it over the soaked material before permitting himself the pleasure of delving inside her swollen folds. Dipping his finger into her core, he gathered some of the precious liquid, smiling as she closed her eyes and mewled in delight.
Holding his index finger up to her face, he sighed.
“This doesn’ substantiate your alibi of bein’ here alone, ma’am. The evidence is stackin’ against you, unless of course you were takin’ care of yourself?”
Her eyes fluttered open in time to see him wrap those beautiful lips around the finger that glistened with her juices.
He moaned as her taste hit his tongue.
“’M afraid I’ll have to take you in.” With lightening speed he reached for the cuffs on his belt and clamped one end tight around her right wrist, forcing her to wince and yelp in surprise. Twisting her body brusquely around to face him, he secured the other wrist above her head and held her there before speaking again.
“`M gonna presume you won’ try to get away. So I’ll permit you to have your hands restrained in front of you.” He released his grip and guided her arms down between their bodies, then leaned in to brush his lips lightly against hers back and forth.
She closed her eyes against the gentle feel of his mouth and gave in to the sudden urge that welled inside her. In under a second she sunk to the floor on her knees and rubbed her cheek against the front of his hardened length.
“Please. I-I... can’t afford to get in trouble. Tell me there’s something I can do to make you forget all about this.” Her fingers groped at the material of his shirt, succeeding in pulling if from his pants before heading south to grasp his zipper.
Opening her mouth over his bulge, she bit down firmly with her teeth, her desire erasing all thought for the ‘play’ they were engaging in.
¬ Chris’! She’s, she’s... oh FUCK! .
No. Can’. Gotta... focus. `S jus’ business here.
---Good Lord, man. She, she’s gonna... Wants to, to suck... Something no other woman ever...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzip.
Apparently going commando had its advantages after all.
There was no saving him now; the reality that she was about to do that again rendered him speechless and immobile. His chin slumped to his chest as her hands took hold of his erection, the clang of her metal restraints ringing through the silence. His eyes fixed themselves to her pouty lips as they parted, her pink tongue darting out to clean the pre-cum from his weeping tip as she milked it from his shaft.
“Mmmmm, so... mmmmmph, tastes so good, Officer.” Not wanting to waste a moment more she wrapped her lips around him and took him in as far as she could, cupping the base of his shaft with her limited grasp. Twirling her tongue around every delicious vein, she sucked hard and fast. Her lips stretched tautly around his girth as she sought to fuck him with her mouth.
“Buffy... luv... ma’am, stop.” Oh, he tried, useless though it was, he could at least say he’d tried to stop her.
There would be no stopping her from what she wanted. She sucked in earnest, hoping to fill her mouth with his cream so she could swallow it, feel it run down her throat to fill her aching womb.
One hand sought purchase against the wall to keep from collapsing while the other gently held the back of her head, encouraging her, pumping his hips in time with her movements. Neither Spike nor William could form a coherent thought, so rapt in the feel of his girl giving him a pleasure he’d never known before anyone until her. His balls tightened and he felt embarrassed that he could lose control so quickly. He was supposed to be in control. Lorne had told him to keep her focused. His thoughts fled to images of things he hoped would quell his desire to unload himself inside her hot little mouth... fat women, her Majesty naked, Lorne doing a woman... oh, ohhh, uhnn...
“FUCK!!! Buffy, I’m gonna, gonna cum, baby.” He had to warn her lest she find herself with a huge surprise in her mouth. What happened next had him clinging to his sanity for dear life.
Oh, she knew. The moment she moved to fondle his sac and felt it recede, the moment his hand went to her head to assist her in devouring him, she knew. Using her body and hands as best she could, she dug her fingernails into his lean hip bones and rotated her knees and him along with them to force him against the wall.
When she had him where she wanted, she allowed her lust for him to overcome any reflexes in her throat and took him in as far and as fast as she possibly could. When he told her again of his impending release, she did he unimaginable upon instinct. As the first hot stream of his essence hit her tongue, she moved her hands between his legs and inserted the full length of her index finger inside his puckered hole and pumped it in time with his release and the attentions of her mouth.
She swallowed deeply, not wanting to waste a precious drop of fluid that sprang from the man who’d consumed her thoughts and dreams from the second she’d laid eyes on him.
She purred around his cock as his body jerked from the intensity of his orgasm. His spasms slowed only when the last of his spendings seeped into her mouth.
She caressed him with her tongue and removed her finger to wrap her hands around him once more; pumping him slowly to release whatever remained inside, swallowing it down greedily.
“B-Buffy.” He collapsed in a heap in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders to keep from falling to the side.
“Spike,” she whispered. She leaned her forehead against his then nuzzled her cheek into his. “Thank you. That... you... taste so good. I’ve never... done that before you... and, and... God I love it.”
His head jerked up to read the expression in her eyes. She’s not lyin’. If she had he could tell; he was Lord of the lies after all.
---We’re both doomed. Spike had met his match, only this woman wasn’t faking a single thing. It served him right since he hadn’t needed to act for a single moment of their time together, tonight or last weekend.
Awe filled both William and Spike as he squeezed her shoulders hard and placed his lips against hers.
“Kiss me, Buffy, please baby... kiss me now.” Spike retreated. William didn’t need him anymore, at least not now.
He seemed so raw, so real when he spoke she couldn’t resist his plea. Their mouths came together as one, no urgency, no need to rush, just to feel her lover’s touch was enough for her right now.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’d given in to a simple desire, one that brought her to her knees, and then him to his.
Looking at him now, as the kiss ended, she knew. There was much more to the man behind the name, behind the job. Her deepest fear came true; her plan had backfired. She was caught like a fly in a web of emotions, and panicked. If he didn’t say something soon, if he didn’t become the cocky bastard that broke through her window a week ago, she wasn’t sure what she’d do.
William ran his hands underneath her elbows and slowly raised them both to their feet. He couldn’t speak right now. He was sure she wouldn’t want to hear what his heart wanted to say; that he’d fallen for her this quickly. She’d surely laugh in his face. He hadn’t finished ‘performing his duty’, his ‘job’, but the need to leave now for fear she’d break his heart became too much to ignore. He took a step back and brought his hands to his waist with the intention of tucking himself away when she suddenly grasped his wrists.
He looked up to see a face full of questions, none of which he had an answer for. He knew she felt something for him, but how could he presume that it was as deep as what he felt for her?
“Spike. Don’t go.” She didn’t need to read his mind to know what he was thinking, and though she didn’t fully understand what just happened, she was damned if he was going to leave. The rational side of her brain still clung to the plan of wanting to prove she was nothing more than a client in his eyes.
Their eyes locked, each recognizing that this moment had not been planned. No amount of Lorne’s creativity could have resulted in this.
“I-I wasn’...”
“Yes, you were.”
He hung his head in shame.
“Buffy, I can’... pretend with you. I... I’m sorry.”
He hurriedly pulled her to him and kissed her. This would have to be the last time, he simply couldn’t take being near her in this capacity. It wasn’t natural, wasn’t his right as a mere escort. Love would have to wait for him to finish his time as a physical slave for money.
He released her and walked away before she could say another word, slamming the door shut behind him.
A/N: Ok, I realize it’s not the most original of costume choices, but I hope that didn’t prevent you from enjoying it. I feel bad for having left our couple at this type of ending, but its vital for what is to transpire over the next few days – believe me!!! I'm surprised by all the reviews within seconds of posting that some are dissapointed by this chapter. Again, angst is sometimes necessary to appreciate the progression and ending, and I don't do fluff - it simply isn't my forte, sorry. The lovely pic is the sole property and creation of Darkwaif, who has granted her personal permission for me to display it here within this chapter. The picture - due to size limitations, cannot be seen in it's FULL glory, therefore, click on this link to my LJ, to appreciate it more..... http://pics.livejournal.com/imbloodyenglish/pic/0000ert1/
I hope you like it, and as always, keep the faith that everything that happens here is for a reason.