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Buffy gasped when she felt his cool lips mash against hers. Taking this as an invitation, Spike nudged his tongue inside, and began gently exploring her mouth.
This is wrong Buffy chided herself as she moaned against his soft lips.

Breaking the kiss, Spike licked and nipped his way across her jaw down her neck.

“What…are you doing?” Buffy managed to ask in a low, husky voice.

Spike didn’t have an answer, none of this made sense to him. Last night he had saved the slayers life, now here he was snogging her in the middle of the woods, when she had practically begged him to kill her.

“If you havta ask I must be doing it wrong.” Spike rasped grinding his erection against her thigh.

Her stomach clenched when his hand came up to cup her breast. Buffy closed her eyes, her skin was on fire feeling his soft lips on her neck, his nimble fingers pinching her nipples, and the evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against her thigh. He was suppose to kill her, instead he was making her feel more alive than she’d felt in months.

Feeling the slayer’s hot little body writhing beneath him was driving Spike crazy. He licked a trail from her neck to the swell of her sequined covered breasts.
Buffy squealed when he bit down her nipple through her dress.

Spike continued his descent nipping his way down her stomach settling himself between her muscular thighs. Buffy felt his rough palms sliding up her outer thighs bringing her dress up until it was bunched at her hips.She felt his cool breath hovering just above her dampened thong.

His nostrils flared as the heady scent of her arousal surrounded him. Flicking his tongue out, he began to lap at the scrap of lace already soaked with her juices. Buffy arched her hips off the ground as low pleading whimpers fell from her parted lips.

Spike smiled, he had never heard a more glorious sound. He ghosted his long fingers over her thighs, gently pushing her panties aside. Dipping his head down he slid his tongue lazily up the length of her dripping slit.

Buffy cried out when she felt his cool tongue exploring her saturated folds. Strong hands snaked around grasping her rounded ass as the vampire continued devouring her throbbing pussy.

“Oh God! Please…” she begged in a low shuddering voice.

Spike paused lifting his head to look at her. please what? he pondered please stop? please continue? Please still kill me?

“Please what luv?”

Buffy whimpered when he lifted his head. “No! Don’t stop!” she screamed in protest.

Spike chuckled diving back between her glistening thighs latching on to her swollen clit. He sucked hard, gently scraping his blunt teeth over her needy bud as she bucked, wailing out her climax.

Buffy’s body shook and seized as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. She felt Spike crawl up on top of her. Her eyes were still screwed shut, as she tried to regain any semblance of rational thought.
His cool lips once again captured her mouth. His kisses were urgent and hungry causing her still trembling body to once again burn with desire.

Spike broke the kiss “I knew you wanted to dance in to darkness.” he mouthed against her neck.

Buffy’s eyes flew open. In a moment of clarity, she rebelled against her bodies needs and shoved Spike off of her. Standing on shaky legs, she stared down at the stunned blond vamp for a moment before turning and running off into the night.


Spike roared in frustration as he watched the blonde’s retreating form disappear into the night. He could run after her, but that is what had gotten him in trouble to begin with. What had possessed him to kiss her? There she was, baring her neck, begging him to kill her. Why didn’t I just kill her? he chided himself. His aching erection reminded him of the reason that he didn’t.


He couldn’t deny his attraction to the slayer. He still surely would kill her, but not until he shagged her into the ground. Spike groaned remembering how responsive she had been. Oh yeah she won’t be able to resist the Big Bad. Then after he was done with her, he would bag his third slayer. Satisfied with his new plan, he set out to find dinner, before the sun came up.



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Wiping the same spot on the counter, for the hundredth time, Buffy sighed. She knew facing Sylvia today would be difficult, but hearing her go on and on about the ‘hot blond’ Buffy was talking to, was the last thing she needed.


No one had to remind her of Spike’s attributes. She remembered all too well how his hard body felt against hers. How could she forget how amazing his cool mouth felt…Buffy quickly admonished herself. He is an evil vampire she reminded herself for the thousandth time today.


She was tired and her feet were sore. So when she felt the tingles on the back of her neck, Buffy sighed. Six fledglings stepped out of the shadows.


“You killed my sire.” on of them hissed.


Buffy rolled her eyes “I have killed so many, you will have to be more specific.” she taunted.


A smaller one growled. “Two nights ago in this alley.”


Buffy smiled no actually Spike did she thought, but was not in any mood for niceties. “Oh let me guess he was big ugly, with bad teeth?”


The fledglings circled her. Tonight Buffy had come prepared. Fearing a run in with Spike, she had taped an extra stake to her upper thigh under her dingy pink uniform. Shrugging off her tattered jacket, she pulled Mr. Pointy from the pocket.


A voice from behind them startled the group. “Havin’ some trouble slayer?” Spike asked strolling towards them.


Buffy’s gasped. He was clad in his signature black jeans, tight black shirt and leather duster. There was a knowing glint in his eye as he watched the slayer gawk at him.


“No Spike! Go away! I don’t need your help!” Buffy snapped, irritated at the master vampires effect on her.


“Not here to help.” Spike informed her, hopping up to sit on a large crate, lighting a cigarette.


“Just here to enjoy the show,” he smirked.


The fledglings were so wrapped up in the arrival of the powerful vampire, they didn’t notice Buffy’s attack. Flipping herself outside the circle, she staked one, while kicking another across the alley. Growling in realization the others rushed forward.


They were all fledglings, so this wasn’t a very difficult fight. Buffy however, was all too aware of Spike’s eyes on her. She couldn’t help put on a show. Her kicks were higher and her moves more choreographed them functional. She moved like a panther dusting them one after another. She was so caught up in her performance, she didn’t notice the one remaining vamp, until she was tackled from behind. Reaching down for the stake taped to her thigh, Buffy heard a sudden roar. The weight of the vampire suddenly disappeared.


She rolled over to see the yellow eyes of Spike. He was vamped out, his chest was heaving. Buffy’s eyes widened, he had no weapon, it was obvious he had torn the vampires head completely off.


Slowly standing she noticed his face had shifted back to his human guise. Narrowing her eyes she punched him hard in the nose.


Rearing his head back, his hand went immediately to his broken nose.


“Oi! What the bloody hell did you do that for?”


“I told you to stay out of the fight.” Buffy spat.


Spike took a menacing step toward her. “Whas’ the matter slayer, still have a death wish.”


Buffy punched him in the nose again. “Did I fight like I had a death wish Bleach boy?


Spike smirked holding his nose “No, up until the end there, it was bloody brilliant.”


“I had it under control.” Buffy huffed.


“Oh yeah? How were you gonna stake him?” Spike asked pointing to her discarded stake on the far side of the alley.


“With this.” Buffy answered pushing her skirt up to reveal the stake taped high up on her thigh.


Spike’s cock hardened further. As if watching her fight wasn’t arousing enough, seeing her tanned muscular thigh was enough to drive him crazy.


Buffy’s breathing increased as she watched the vampire’s eyes rake over her naked thigh. Feeling flush and suddenly self-conscious, Buffy quickly lowered her skirt and scrambled away to find her coat.


“Oh no you don’t” Spike yelled grabbing her arm. “You don’t get to run away from me again.”


“I’m not running away” Buffy snorted freeing her arm “See…walking” She informed him picking up her coat and stake.


“Now…leaving” she said turning to walk away.


Buffy saw a flash a black leather, the next thing she knew her back was pressed against the wall with a very angry, very aroused Spike pressed against her.


“No I don’t think you’re leaving…just yet.” He smiled as his eyes flashed yellow.


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