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Spike took a hold of her forearm, stopping her from moving away even further. “Buffy, pet, don’t you think we should pair up with other people? I mean not that I don’t want to share a room with you but what about what the others will think?”

Buffy shrugged. “I don’t care. They can think what they like and the girls need the beds. It’s not like we haven’t been sleeping in the same bed for the past couple of days. Look if you don’t want me to sleep in the same bed as you I’ll take the floor. It’s no problem, okay?” Buffy reasoned. Though she had to admit a few of her insecurities we’re beginning to arise.

Spike shook his head as he heard her. “No bloody way are you sleeping on the floor. If anyone’s taking the floor, it’s me. ‘Course I don’t mind sleeping in the same bed as you. Already told you, holding you was the best night of my life. Why would I refuse to do it again?” Spike gave glanced at the stairs. “Lets find this room of ours then shall we?”

Buffy nodded. Almost protesting as Spike picked up her backpack for her and began to carry it up the stairs, but shrugged it off, giving him a grateful smile.

“It’s good that we each packed a bag just in case, huh? Though I didn’t expect the whole town to collapse, I was thinking we might have to skip town for a little while after. Not exactly sure why.”

Spike grinned as they walked up the steps. “Looks like your intuition was right then wasn’t it? What number room are we in, luv?”

Buffy pointed to a door on the left. “That one, number two-sixteen,” Buffy answered, unlocking the door. Buffy walked in and took off her jacket; she left the door wide open for Spike, turning as she heard the door slam. She raised an eyebrow. “Couldn’t have asked me to shut it while you put the bags down?”

Spike gave her a mock disapproving look. Leaving the bags near the door. “Stop worrying Buffy, it’s not like there’s really anyone here to tell us off for it.” Spike eyed her abdomen wound. “You’ll wanna get that bandaged, luv.”

Buffy shrugged. Lifting the top to show it had sealed. “See already almost completely healed. It’s no big deal.”

Spike had given her one last concerned look before he shrugged and locked the door behind him.

At Buffy’s questioning look he explained, “You don’t want one of the new slayers bothering you before you need to be. I figured you’d want to take as much rest as you can get tomorrow.” Spike closed the curtains, glad that they were thick enough that they would keep the sun out when it would rise. “Should probably get tucked in though, pet, you’ll probably have an early morning tomorrow.”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah, probably. I need a shower though, so I’m going to take one first. Unless you want one?”

Spike shook his head. “I’ll be fine for a bit. Thanks, luv.”

Spike made himself comfortable on the bed, trying to banish all thoughts of wet, soapy, naked Buffy as he heard the water running. He succeeded in keeping himself busy with little things. He flopped back down on the bed, taking off his Doc Martins. Buffy walked out of the bathroom just as he was getting comfortable.

He felt his prick flare to life as it became hard instantly. He swallowed as he took in her form. The towel she had wrapped around her barely covering the tops of her thighs. The towel wrapped around her hair was loose enough that drops of water ran down her face. His eyes never left a drop of water as it trailed down her collarbone. He vaguely heard her apologise and make an excuse about leaving her clothes in the room.

In what could be considered as record time, Spike was off the bed and Buffy found herself pushed against the wall by a very aroused vampire who was kissing her. She immediately responded, lifting her legs to wrap around him.

Spike plundered his mouth with his tongue, tugging on the towel that was wrapped around her head and letting her hair fall back to her shoulders. Spike ran his hands through it as he kissed her. He began to nip and suck at her neck, smirking as he heard her appreciative moans. He hissed in pleasure as she began to grind her now uncovered cunt against his jean-covered cock.

“Bloody Hell, woman, had a plan and everything. Was gonna tell you all romantic like that I wanted us to have a shot. My plans never work when it comes to you. Shoulda learned that by now,” Spike explained in between nips and sucks against her neck. He whipped her towel off exposing her body to his hungry gaze. He gave a lick to her left nipple before taking it in to his mouth, delighting in Buffy’s grinding and her digging her nails in to is shoulders slightly.

Her arms came around his neck as he moved them to the bed. He remained sucking on her nipples as he laid her gently down. He stood up straight as Buffy let him go, taking off his shirt. Buffy began to undo his jeans, rushing in anticipation. Buffy finally got them undone. Spike pulled them down, stepping out of them.

He ran his hands up Buffy’s legs slowly moving to her thighs, his eyes locking on hers. He pushed her thighs apart slightly letting Buffy move them the rest of the way. “Need to taste you, luv.” He gave her a hint of a smirk before bending his head and taking a long lick from her bare wet cunt.

He pulled away, moving up to cover Buffy’s body with his. Kissing her before whispering. “Move up a bit, kitten.”

Spike pulled back going to the end of the bed, watching as she moved upwards, right to the headboard before he climbed on the bed. Running his finger up her slit as he watched Buffy’s reaction. He put the finger in to his mouth, sucking juices off before leaning down and sliding his hand under her ass lifting her up slightly, beginning to lap at her slit.

Buffy moaned, digging her fingers in to the bed sheets to prevent herself from grabbing him and holding him to her pussy.

“Oh…God…yes, missed this so much.”

Spike plunged two fingers in to her sopping core as he began to tease her clit with his tongue. He kept his mouth on her until he knew that she was close then removed it, removing his fingers he rubbed her cunt.

“Such a tasty quim you have, luv.” Spike began to rub her pussy a little harder as her hips moved more enthusiastically, knowing what she wanted. Spike knew she had her eyes on him. He tucked his tongue behind his teeth for a minute, giving her a leer. “Something you want, Goldilocks?”

Buffy almost whimpered when Spike took his mouth and fingers away albeit not completely. She resisted the urge to glare at him when he asked her if she wanted something. He knew exactly what she wanted. He just wanted to make her ask for it. Her defiant nature made her want to refuse but she knew if she just gave in she’d be cumming within minutes. She figured she’d indulge him without a fight, just this once. She did whimper slightly when he removed his hand away completely.

“Spike, please, I wanna cum please. Spike let me cum?” Buffy asked, figuring that throwing in a few pleases wouldn’t hurt.

Spike roughly thrust two fingers back in to her tight channel, enjoying the way Buffy cried out as he did. He soon leant back down, sucking on her clit as he worked his fingers in and out of her. He removed his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of her tight hole.

Buffy bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a scream as Spike began to fuck her with his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head, pushing him closer to her pussy and grinding herself on his face as she approached orgasm.

“Yes...oh…Spike, God, yes…fuck me...SPIKE!” Buffy screamed as she came. She released her grip on him; she tried to get her breath back when Spike thrust his hard cock in to her.

Spike groaned in pleasure, as he was fully sheathed inside her cunt. He began thrusting, soon speeding up. Her internal muscles squeezed him as he began pounding in to her. He moaned almost cumming right then.

“Minx,” he growled as she wrapped her legs around him once again.

He flipped them over so she was on top, somehow keeping himself inside her. “Ride me, luv?” he asked, his hands coming to hold on to her ass as she began moving her hips. She was soon riding him in earnest. Spike was close to cumming. His eyes were drawn to her breasts as they bounced to the rhythm of her riding him. He was so close but he wanted to watch Buffy shatter around him again first. “Touch yourself Buffy,” he said with a hint of a growl.

Buffy threw him a smirk as she sucked two fingers in to her mouth, to wet them before circling her nipples with those fingers. She kneaded her breasts while riding him then she slipped her hand down to rub her clit roughly before clenching her inner muscles once again, wanting Spike to cum with her.

She placed her hands once again on the bed; riding Spike, somehow speeding their pace up just that little bit. As she felt her release near, she cried out and she came once again, her release triggering Spike’s.

Buffy moved off him and lay next to him, trying to get her breath back. “Well that was something, huh?” She asked her eyes resting on Spike. Spike gave a nod before moving the blankets to cover them. Buffy moved in to Spike’s embrace, closing her eyes and falling to sleep. Safe in the knowledge that she’d be able to face whatever happened next with Spike by her side.

Spike watched as Buffy slept for a moment before closing his eyes and joining her in slumber.


Chapter End Notes:
Whew! Lotta firsts with this fanfic.
First completed fic, first smut scene etc I may write a sequel to this if enough people want one.
And please feed my muse.



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