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Ok so hopefully this 2nd chapter will create a bigger responce.. the reviews i got were good so i decided since i was bored to write the 2nd chapter.. in the same day lol . yeah apparently i have a lot of free time recently. but please review and be kind because this is my 1st attempt at writing spuffy! xoxoxoxo
disclaimer: i own nothing, its all joss.. i just wish i had spike on a leash... attached to my bed :)
Spike aimlessly wandered the streets of Sunnydale in search of Dru. It was nearing sunrise and he had yet to even catch a whiff of her scent. ‘Bollocks, this is pointless, she’s probably back at the warehouse already,’ Spike thought as he angrily turned around and made his way down the street he had just searched. Soon he found himself close to the many cemeteries of the small town. ‘Got to love a town with a good death rate,’ he mused as he walked closer to the headstones. He sniffed the air, taking in the stench of death, but he smelled something else mixed in with the decay. Vanilla. ‘Slayer,’ he grumbled to himself. He could smell that she had been here not to long ago, and if he tried a little harder he could almost smell her arousal as well. ‘This is getting bloody ridiculous mate, go back home and shag Dru into the ground like a good vamp.’ Growling, he stalked off into the night.


Buffy sat awake in her room, still wired even though she had gone out for patrol twice already. She could feel a dull ache in between her legs, but refused to even think about it. I mean sure slaying always got her a little hot, but usually it was long forgotten by now. As she rolled over and looked out her window she wondered what Mr. “I kill you.” was doing. God that had really pissed her off. No one should look that hot while giving death threats. ‘No, not hot I meant… outdated and stupid?’


Ugh I can’t even figure out a good cover in my head!” she groaned out loud. This was not a good sign. But, the more she tried to push the bleached blond vamp out of her head, the more he seemed to stay right there in her naughty thoughts. ‘I mean what hot blooded girl really wouldn’t notice those ice blue eyes? Or that incredible accent… or rather impressive bulge in the front of his entirely too tight jeans?’ She definitely didn’t have an answer. ‘I might as well stop denying it so I can get some sleep, there’s a huge Algebra II test tomorrow…’ Buffy coaxed herself. Her thoughts drifted back to Spike as she wondered what it would feel like to kiss those pouty lips of his. Those were nice lips to have.


The ache in between her legs was steadily growing as she wondered if he’d be rough with her. ‘Would he have thrown me up against that wall in the alley if I had asked him too?’ she wondered. Her hand slowly snaked towards her nipple that was only covered by the thin layer of her tank top. She sighed as her fingers brushed over it making it stand to attention. But, it wasn’t enough. She quickly threw her tank on the ground and began to squeeze and pull her nipples in earnest, wondering how Spike’s larger, rougher hands would feel on them. Slightly twisting one with her fingers, she brought her other hand to her mouth and wet the fingers on her left hand, using the lubrication to let her fingers slip freely over the two hardened peaks. With her hand still playing with her little pink nipples, her right hand dipped lower. ‘Mmmm, Spike,’ she thought as her hand brushed her newly waxed pussy lips. She had gotten it done after seeing a girl in one of Xander’s dirty magazines with a completely bare pussy, and she found that she liked it a lot better. Her fingers slowly dipped in and out of her lips, teasing herself slightly. She was soaking wet, and Spike’s name was flowing from her lips as she imagined him playing with her. His cold hand would feel amazing on her heated cunt as he pumped his fingers in and out; bringing her pleasure she had never known before him. His fingers would be longer than hers and would reach that spot she liked so much a lot easier. As she curled her fingers upwards, she found it and began to massage it on every stroke.


She was reaching her orgasm, and pumping her fingers in and out of her tight little pussy faster and faster. Using her other hand that had been occupied with her nipples, she began rubbing and twisting her clit in time with her fingers. That familiar sensation was building in her stomach and she knew she was about to cum. She bit down on her lower lip as she began to shudder with her first waves of orgasm. With one final hard thrust from her fingers and a hard pinch on her clit, she came. Laying there, spent she grinned to herself and slowly licked her spendings off her fingers before rolling over and falling into a restful sleep.


Spike knew that there was only an hour before sunrise but he had ended up in front of the Slayer’s house some how. ‘Well might was well take a peek,’ he thought. ‘For research purposes of course.’ He could hear her heartbeat coming from the room with the window next to a large tree. So he climbed up to see what the lovely little slayer was doing at this time of night. He couldn’t believe it! There was the slayer he had been fantasizing about all night, two fingers deep in her little bare quim. And from what he could tell, she wasn’t far away from having a very large orgasm. His erection that had been bothering him all night nearly broke the zipper on his pants, and he had no choice but to take it out. ‘Well this is bloody fantastic,’ he thought. ‘Sitting in a tree, watching the slayer like some peeping-tom with my dick in my hands.’


But the slayer moaned something and that grabbed his full attention. ‘Wait.. did she just say?’ he wondered. But there it was again. She had just moaned ‘Spike’ while rubbing her clit at a furious pace. ‘Oh that is too good,’ he though while stroking his long, thick erection in time with her fingers. He reached his peak at the same as she did, his cum falling to the ground below him. Never, taking his eyes off her he watched her come down as he tucked himself into his jeans. But then he saw her lick her fingers clean, and hardened yet again in his jeans. ‘This girl is going to be the death of me.’ He thought as he finally made his way back to the warehouse exhausted.



Author's Note: I should have a new update by Saturday! so keep checking back. I promise i haven't forgotten about this story.





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