Spring Break/ about 6 mos later
The sun beat down on the beach babies scattered across the sand. The barest hint of a breeze cooling the bronzing skin on display as far as the eye could see. Bikinis and briefs were the most common costume for the impromptu gatherings that would only last one more day and night and then it would be back to the grind once again.
Buffy sat up and dusted the sand from her hands as she slid her sunglasses onto her face before looking out to the rolling surf as it foamed and crashed while easing its way onto the beach then out again.
Her friends had, thankfully, all stayed close to town for the holiday. Willow and Oz had opted to stay and visit the usually absent family of Rosenberg’s. Of course that plan evaporated after one formal meal with her overly uptight mother scoffing at the idea of a young man taking a Liberal Arts Major seriously.
That had been bad enough, but then the truth of Oz playing in a band came out, which erupted into an argument that had made Willow do something she’d never really done before. She told Mrs. Rosenberg exactly where she could shove her opinions and which horse to ride out on before leaving with Oz trying his best to politely say “goodbye and nice to meet you” which didn‘t really work.
Needless to say, Willow decided the next visit with her mother could wait for a few more weeks, or maybe years.
The redhead was now sitting on the beach, mint green bikini top and a pair of matching shorts on as she typed on her laptop. She was babbling on about her project due at the end of the semester, not even noticing the look of love and adoration coming from the male beside her watching her as she worked. But every now and then she would look up, smile, and give Oz the barest of kisses.
Buffy grinned at the pair and looked again into the water ahead. She soon saw Xander run by with Anya chasing him close behind with, of all things, a bucket. She watched the pair as they laughed and Xander tried to get away, although Buffy suspected he wasn’t trying that hard when Anya finally caught him after he fell into the sand.
The statuesque brunette stood over her boyfriend, still laughing and dumped the entire bucket over his head, soaking him with the ocean’s water.
It didn’t take long for Anya to jump back and start running in the direction from which she’d come, soon followed by the now bucket toting Xander. “No you don’t!” He yelled and stopped long enough to fill the plastic child’s toy again before taking off.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to be too mature for all that?” A voice called from Buffy’s other side.
Dawn laid out in her yellow one piece, matching sunglasses in place and for all intents and purposes seeming quite relaxed and uninterested by her older sister’s friends antics.
Buffy looked again and spied a dark object against the light and realized it was Gunn. Or to be pore precise, it was Gunn’s head sticking up from the sand.
Buffy pulled her darkened glasses down her nose to get a better look. True to her first glimpse, Gunn had been buried up to his head by Fred who was kneeling beside him with a pleased smile on her face.
It was easy to see the grin he gave back and a part of Buffy couldn’t help but share their happiness. They’d only been out in the open for a few months now and the pure joy of not having to hide their feelings had only solidified them.
Fred giggled again and placed a sweet kiss on Gunn’s shaved head before starting to dig him out.
Buffy pushed her frames back into place and leaned back into the chair. “You just don’t understand is all.” Buffy pronounced to her idle sister. “Love makes you do silly, immature and childish things.” She grinned at her own inactions of late.
“And lust after silly, immature and childish men.” She heard from behind and turned to see her own Adonis walking across the sand to her. He leaned down, peaking his head between Buffy and Dawn before laying a gentle kiss on Buffy’s exposed shoulder. “Which works out nicely for us childish men.” He tucked his tongue behind his teeth and gave her a hungry leer.
She noticed, almost without looking, his eyes eating up her naked skin glimmering from the heat and sun block. “And don’t you start with that. We are here to commune with nature and enjoy the presence of friends and Dawn.”
She could hear her sister laughing and watched as Spike turned to face the giggling woman who only glanced between the two blondes. “I don’t think its possible for him to look at you any other way Buffy.” She smiled as her sister reddened. “I mean, after a week visiting, I don’t think I’ve seen either of you last more than a few hours before you have to rush off.” She stated and watched as she received blank looks.
“You know? Run off, gone for an hour? Then come back all-” The teasing younger sister had to giggle as she remembered when Buffy had come back up from “folding laundry” in the basement to have on a different pair of shorts and her tank top on inside out. “Disheveled.” She said, laughing again.
Dawn waited for the blank looks to change, then all at once Spike turned back to Buffy. “I suppose that means from now on, we want a shag, we just announce it to the nibblet and head off.”
“Hey! No, no!” Dawn quickly protested. “I didn’t say that. You guys just keep faking the covert thing. I’m good.” She tried to make it very clear and even ended her words with a double thumbs up. “Good plan. Glad we are all in agreement.” She then promptly laid back into her chair and begged the subject was closed.
Buffy gave him a chastising look. He simply shrugged and took note that the brunette was at least being quiet.
“Spike?”
All eyes at what had been deemed base camp looked to see who was calling. It was Spike who stood though and trotted the short distance to the man, a few inches taller than himself. “Clem, I didn’t even recognize you, mate.” He said and gave the stranger a pat on the back.
Clem returned the greeting and the two men started talking.
Dawn raised her shades, sliding them back over her long hair and leaned in closer to her sister. “Who’s that?”
Buffy shrugged. “No clue.” She said and turned to her sister who’s eyes were positively glued on the good looking mystery man. A knowing smile spread on her face and she called out to the men. “Spike, why not introduce us to your friend?”
Both men looked back and soon Spike was leading Clem to the group. After a little shuffling A space was made for the men between the two sisters. “This here’s Clem. Worked with me in LA, at the deli delivering a few years back.”
Buffy smiled up at the newcomer. “Hi Clem, I’m Buffy.” She said and went down the row. “Oz, Willow, and that’s Dawn.” She said ending with an unusually quiet brunette who at least was nodding.
Spike took a moment to strip down to the red Speedo he knew Buffy preferred and gave her a wink while Clem slipped his polo over his head leaving him in the long jam styled trunks.
Suddenly Dawn was spitting out her gulp of bottled water in a spray that shocked everyone before she gulped and took off her sunglasses completely.
“Dawn?” Buffy got up and came to her sister’s side. “You alright?” She asked and patted her sister’s back.
Clem stood there, still holding his shirt and standing over the scene. “She ok?” He asked concerned.
“I-I’ll be fine.” She was able to gasp out and wiped at her brow before chancing another drink to clear her throat. She never once looked up though. Looking would be bad.
Buffy looked up at Clem to answer for her sister and got a pretty good idea of what had caused her Dawn’s momentary lapse on exactly how the swallowing process worked. If anything, Clem was ripped like some surfer magazine model. Even Buffy’s eyes widened a little at that.
“What say we have a swim.” Spike asked his friend, sensing something was going on, though not what. That is until he realized just how focused on his girl’s sister Clem was.
“Clem!” Spike tried again.
His head snapped up fast. “Yeah. What?”
Spike arched his neck towards the rolling ocean. “Swim?”
“Uh,” he glanced quickly at the lovely form in yellow before nodding. “Yeah. A swim.” And then took a few steps backwards, before turning abruptly and striding to the cool water.
Buffy turned back to look at her man wearing almost nothing. It was harsher torture now that she knew she could have him. But right now just wasn’t the time. She sighed and spoke. “Go on.” She grinned up at him. “But don’t get too worn down.” Smiled up as innocently as she could muster.
“You’ll be the death of me.” He said with a glint in his eye before turning and running to catch up with the frazzled man with Dawn on the brain.
Meanwhile, Buffy returned her attention to her sister, still gulping down water. “Slow down there, Dawnie. We are not a camel, are we?” She said as she gently took the plastic bottle from her sisters clenched hands.
The dumbstruck look was still plastered on her little sister’s face.
“Is she ok?” Was asked again, but this time from Willow.
Buffy glanced back and settled herself back into her own seat. “Oh yeah. She’ll be just fine. Buffy spoke soundly before giggling and shaking her head. “Just as soon as we pull a Spuffy on Clem and her.”
~~`~~
Buffy was curled on the couch, thankfully without a book in sight. Not a notebook or a folder of papers either. Nothing at all to distract her from her last night of piece, and due to the fact that Clem apparently had more gumption than Buffy or Spike put together, Dawn was out as well.
She reached over to the bowl of popcorn as the scene on one of Spike’s movie picks rolled by. “Hey!” She said and peeked at the bowl to confirm her findings. “What did you do with all the popcorn? Pig!”
She was so cozily leaned against his shoulder with her legs resting across his that she really didn’t want to break the spell. But then again, said spell involved lightly salted bits of tasty fluff, of which there weren’t any.
Spike a grinned, eyeing the planter beside the couch, now overflowing with popcorn. “Musta ate it all up. Guess it’s bedtime then, yeah?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “Sleepy already?”
His grin widened. “Not in the slightest.” And he leaned towards her, capturing her lips with a heady growl in the back of his throat. Soon he was cupping the back of her neck, as if sipping from the most treasured goblet in a treasure trove.
The thrumming of her heart in her chest tripled its pace. He never ceased to have that effect on her. And as they kissed she could feel her every sense attaching to his. Every fiber in her body becoming acutely aware of him.
Her skin gloried with every brush of his fingers, every touch of his lips and every mumbled syllable against her mouth. He had this ability to be everywhere at once for her. And yet, never as close as she needed him.
Without an invitation and desperate to have more, she tugged his well worn T from his denims before pulling it up over his head and straddling his lap and going back in for more of his lavish kisses.
She could always play it so cool, all of that practice she supposed. But as soon as she allowed his touches, there was no holding back for her. He was like a magnet to the very bones that held her together.
She drug her fingertips over his shoulders and down his chest, letting her nails scrape over his nipple as she took advantage of her position, on higher ground. Her mouth leaving his as she peppered his jaw and neck with kisses. She settled on his favorite spot over his jugular and began to nibble and suckle at his sensitive skin.
All the while her fingers found the button of his fly, and gave it a tug to let it lose.
Suddenly she felt his fingers gently gripping her wrists. “Ah ah ah.” He pulled her arms to her side slowly, leveling a gaze at her as he maneuvered her hands behind her back.
“Someone is highly overdressed by my measure.” He let his eyes fall briefly to her comfy large T. They still drove him crazy. Hiding entirely too much from him, and not nearly enough from the general public. “Believe you owe me a shirt.” He smiled down at her. “Bra too while were at it. Just to keep us on level ground.” He said with a smirk.
Level ground? As if they have ever been on level ground. But she liked how, although they would never be balanced subject to subject, or experience to experience, they were evenly matched overall. And a true pair that completed the puzzle as far as either were concerned.
She pulled back when he loosened his grip on her sequestered wrists, pulled her shirt over her head and kept a clear eye on the set of blues staring at her as she moved to the clasp of her bra.
Unable to wait, he slid his hands over the lacy white cups of the barely there scraps. Her nipples, hard, pressed against his palms as he rolled his prized globes’ weight in his hands. The slow shifting causing her breathing to quicken again.
As soon as the straps fell Spike sat up straighter and pulled her forward in a motion that had Buffy grasping at his shoulders even before she felt the first needy tug at the hardened bud now shooting bolts of warmth to her center. “Oh god! Spike!” She called out even as his other hand tried to copy the movements of his mouth.
She was holding him to her, fingers threaded through his curls. Her grip was straining as she tried not to pull too hard on the blond strands in her grasp. Her control was nearly gone though and before she knew it he was moving with her still astride his legs to turn and guide her down to the couch. Her legs stayed in place on either side of his hips, bending further and allowing him the space to settle atop, legs hugging him close.
He moved from her chest again, returning to her lips and adoring her pink swollen flesh while he slid his hands low heading for the knit shorts she usually preferred for their private movie nights.
He had to appreciate her foresight when his fingertips easily pushed past the waistband and down ward still, his middle finger sliding easily between her slick wet lips.
“Oh god.” They both said from the sheer joy that first intimate touch brought.
Buffy easily fell into a rhythm set by his fingers as he slid them in, first one then two and eventually three pumping into her furiously and she rode him until he latched onto a nipple once again, suckling hard and moaning around the tender flesh.
“Spike!” She threw her head back at the rush of orgasm made her body tingle from head to toe. She knew there was more as she continued to pump her hips and he slowed his ministrations before withdrawing from her still pulsing channel. His mouth stayed at her chest a few lingering moments, only adding to the electric surges still circling her womb.
She was staring up at him as he pushed himself up and pulled her shorts and panties off in one motion before removing his own barriers. Her eyes stayed on him as he stood over her, taking up her ankle and gliding his hand down over her calf as he lowered to his knees.
A small smile played at the corner of her mouth, now knowing what he had planned. She pulled up her other foot, pointing it delicately and ran it down over his hip before bringing it back down and leaving herself, knee bent and open to him.
He kept hold of her calf and as he bent forward, he placed her knee over his shoulder before his fingers traced the damp slit of her cunt and spread it open with his fingers. He took his time with each movement, making it gentle and teasing before letting himself savor her lemony sweetness.
She let her eyes roll shut when the first stroke of his tongue began tracing her womanhood. She’d once heard that some men spell out the alphabet while giving oral pleasure. Right now she didn’t care what his technique was, all she knew was that, by god it worked. “Oh, oh, oh yessssspiiiike.” Her voice faded slowly as he began a torturous tease with her clit.
This was the part she both loved, and dreaded. She lost all sense of self with what this man could do with a nimble tongue and a few practiced digits. She could feel the shocks zapping through her system burn hotter as his teeth scraped against the sensitive nubbin.
Her hips hitched when he began a slow suckle with his lips circling her tightly while his tongue, pointed and hard still abused the tip within his mouth. His hands had to hold her down as she tried to press herself into him, her fingers again laced into his hair.
It was when he began stroking her from within with his fingers that her control was lost. How he could do it so perfectly, she didn’t really care. All she knew was the electric heat had turned into a white hot flame that broke her as it spread over her in rushed waves.
Just as she was about to turn her head, the only movement she thought she was capable, she felt him atop her worn body again, his length pressed into her well pleased pussy. She was about to protest, ask for a moment to recover, but the feel of him filling her rekindled her passions like the flick of a switch.
“Buffy, luv.” She heard him moan as if he were the one worn and out of breath. “Open your eyes, luv. Will you?”
She blink at his request a few times even as she felt him pushing into her and pulling out at an evil pace before being able to gain the ability to fully raise her lids. When she looked up into his face she saw the reason his voice was so strained.
It was easy for her to see how much he’d been holding himself back, trying to make sure she was satisfied. He was at a loss now, eyes nearly black with need and face red in strain. Unable to hold back any longer. And he was searching her green glistening eyes, still glazed over,
Having him look at her like that, it was too much. “William. I love the way you fill me.” she said a moaning whisper that tickled his ears. “Please, fill me.” She said gliding her hands down his back and pressing him harder into her waiting depths.
He was unleashed then, hips thrusting with a force that had the couch creaking in protest. His muscles tightened, cords straining as he finally let loose what he’d been delaying and his body reveled in the release. “Buffy!!”” He howled and tried to hold himself up as his hips continued slow shallow thrusts, her hips doing the same as they both became too exhausted to move.
He lay there, trying not to crush her but still hating to leave her warmth. Besides, he lucked out really. She enjoyed him staying close in those immediate moments after. But soon, he knew sooner than either would have liked, her rolled them both in the small seating space so they were lying on their sides facing each other.
She could sense his eyes on her even as she felt the need to just sleep where they lay, movie long over and the blue screen on the TV now only reminding her where they were. “Spike?”
Mmm.” He sighed, taking a contented breath. “Yes, luv?” He said eyes onl open enough to keep her in view.
She couldn’t help but smile at his sleepy look. He was too adorable at times like this. She wished they could just stay but, unfortunately that was not a good plan this eve. “We have to get upstairs.”
“Mmm.” He seemed to nod but only pulled her closer.
She wanted to giggle, and a part of her thought she could be nice about it all but, after all, she still liked to tease him a bit. “Well ok, but when Dawn and Clem come in taking phone pics, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
His eyes snapped open. “Bed.” He sat up quickly. “Well are you coming?”
She grinned and picked up her clothes as se headed to the stairs before throwing over her shoulder. “I suppose that depends on exactly how much stamina younger men really have?”
She took off to her room, him running close behind.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I really felt that, due to reviews and my own feelings on the end of this story, that the last chapter needed a rewrite and an epilogue was required. It just had to be done. So I did. LoL
Chapter End Notes:
Thanks again for all of the encouraging words from everyone. I hope this ending is more.. appropriate. Pluys.. naked norty Spuffy.. Its Gooooooood..