His mind was stuck on one simple word.
Wow!
Until he really took a close look, there had been no clue for him that this woman was Buffy. There was such a huge contrast between the laughing and ever smiling simply kept female and the look of the racing vixen sitting next to him now.
His gaze lingered on her longer than he probably should have let it, but he couldn’t help but take her in. She was sheathed in black but for the flesh of her shoulders and arms. And every scrap that came into contact with curves hugged them in a way that suddenly made him wish he were the silk of her top.
He was dazzled by her hair as well. He’d never seen it flowing freely and framing her face like it did now. It was wild and matched the look on her face and the fire in her sparkling green eyes that were looking back at him.
The big head needs to take the reigns here.
He sat up and turned back to get set for another round of driving, hoping to curb his libido. What the hell is going on? This is Buffy, mate. Get a hold of yourself. He looked back over at her to see she was pressing her start button and tried to tell himself what he’d told himself for 3 months of classes and 10 months of coming across her number in his mobile. She’s older than you, Willy boy. Got her life set up. Don’ need some kid coming in making an idiot of himself.
That entire semester had been like some kind of facts-of-life test for him. From that very first day he walked in and headed to the empty seat in the front.
If he hadn’t had to wait for his car, and if the garage changing his oil hadn’t been backed up, he could have taken a seat in the back that day and avoided the whole thing.
But no, he had to walk by her. The vanilla mixed with just a touch of lavender had nearly stopped in in his steps. As it was he barely got out an explanation for being tardy on the first day.
In class he was quiet, because she always seemed to have something to say. He liked to sit back and watch the debates she and the other students would get into with the professor. She was witty and smart and always smiling, and he couldn’t help but wish there was some way he could talk to her.
It was halfway through the semester when he spotted her standing near the curb looking up the street, seemingly searching for something. He had half a mind to call to her, but what would he say after that? “Hi, I was wondering why you’re standing at a street corner?”
Maybe not.
So he’d sat in his car and waited for traffic to leave the space he needed to pull onto the street, every now and then glancing at the blonde gripping her black backpack.
Then a miracle happened.
Cold.
And it was the best freezing cold that had ever been thrown down by The Gods to be endured by the humans. At last, he had an excuse to talk to her while saving her from the plummeting temperature.
Those last weeks taking her to school were the highlight of his year. It was obvious she looked at him like any other person in the class, but giving her a lift back and forth for each session let him be alone and talk to her. It was probably all he was going to get from the more mature woman, but he’d take that crumb.
She kept offering to give him a few dollars for ‘gas money’ but he couldn’t take her cash. Not when her sitting beside him seemed like a gift in itself.
She was always dressed the same, and never failed to pick out shirts that had a funny name or silly saying on it. But it was always a T-shirt and jeans plus her devastating smile.
Her hair had been pulled back as well, and although there was a hint of lip balm on her lips each day, her face was always fresh and clean.
In his opinion she really didn’t need any help. Her face was classically elegant without makeup.
Those traits alone would have been enough for him, but there was another thing about her that had his head spinning.
Without fail, after she settled in her seat and shut the door the air would rush towards him and he would inhale deeply while she looked away to secure her seatbelt. Her scent would attack his senses. He was glad she was safety conscious, otherwise there was no way he could hide the look of pure lust that followed those first moment he captured her unique perfume.
After she left, that sweetness would linger in the Desoto, something that often caused him to sit in his car long after he arrived at his own home.
When he decided to move his sitting position in the classroom next to hers she hadn’t flinched. Just smiled and lent him a pen when he asked for one.
It had been a calculated move. The class was more than half empty and he decided he didn’t want to sit alone at his table.
Yeah, because it’s scary all alone over there.
He found himself participating in class those last few weeks as well. She would make a comment that he now felt more comfortable responding to. Inevitably Xander would add his two cents in and the entire class would start up with Mr. Giles having to silence them so the next speaker could start.
Still, the rides in the car were what he woke up for. She talked about her sister, who was also older than he but by a small margin. She admitted that her ‘geekiness’ extended to cult TV shows and video games. She even talked about her ex boyfriends a little when he admitted to having a girlfriend, but that the whole thing was constantly up in the air.
Long distance relationships were complicated, but when he was with Dru he forgot all the difficulties of being apart.
The problem was that they were apart a lot, and they led such separate lives that it was hard for him to figure out what they were doing together. The only good part about their fragile arrangement was the ‘coming together’ that happened a few times a month.
But he was behaving in every sense of the word. He hadn’t so much as shaken another girl’s hand. No matter how much he would like to have tried the waters with Buffy, he knew he wouldn’t and couldn’t so it was a safe kind of crush. Still, he ached when the final session was finished and he was dropping her home for the last time.
Watching her gather her things like she always did, flash him a smile and thank him before they said their goodbyes nearly tore him in half. And when she reminded him he had her number he nearly had a stroke.
Is she asking me to call her?
She shut the door before he could ask.
He watched her as she pulled her keys from her purse and shuffled them one handed to choose the correct one. When he shifted his car into reverse she got the front door open and he pulled out slowly still waiting and watching for a wave or a final smile. Something.
The car cleared the curb and she shut the door. It was the last time he’d seen her, but not even close to the last time she was in his thoughts.
Those first few weeks were a new form of torture. While Dru was in hiding every time he tried to call her, his fingers itched to ring Buffy. An irksome reminder staring at him on the contact list glowing back at him from his mobile.
Why do D and B have to be so close together in the alphabet? And why aren’t there more people named Chris, or Carl?
But every time he scrolled to Dru’s name, he was forced to see Buffy’s go by, reminding him that he had a way to contact her, and absolutely no reasonable excuse to press the send key.
What was more ridiculous was that months after that, when the city bus went by, he started thinking about her again. It wouldn’t have been so bad but he was distracted that whole week, right while Dru was visiting.
Things did not go well and it took another month of bickering before they were back to the comfortable instability they had enjoyed before.
And then, here she was, again. Kind of.
The woman next to him still looked closer to his age than her own, and she still smiled but the sight of her with such a feminine costume had a different aura. A part of her personality that she would only let out when she felt she could. And he was glad he was here to see it, to see her.
~~`~~
Willow sidled up to Oz and laid her head on his shoulder with a whimper. “I think I’m getting sleepy.”
Her puckering frown made him quirk a smile. “We’re almost done.” He told her and wrapped an arm around her trim waist, rubbing her side gently to sooth her.
It had been a fun night. The boys played pool and she danced while Buffy played her game. She’d watched her best friend and her boyfriend in turn but it was nearing 2 am and her body was officially done for the day.
Xander came up and announced he’d handed over the table and they could go.
~~`~~
As the night had worn on, the crowd in the game room thinned. There were still four drivers but only a scantly clad girl cheering for the guy sitting on the other side of Spike was watching.
Buffy had had a good run of first and occasional second place finishes, ensuring her seat of the evening. This was fairly normal for her, but it still thrilled her to know she’d kept her place the entire evening.
She let out a yawn when the line of drivers started heckling each other. Normally she’d join in with this easy group but her eyes were starting to swim from her cola and her lids were drooping from weariness.
“Up for another round then?” She heard his velvety voice ask.
Still covering her mouth with her hand as she finished a second yawn, he smiled at her. “Or maybe it’s time for bed.”
The tone of his voice hadn’t changed, but her addled brain wasn’t working at peak and the way he spoke only made her mind take a detour to the gutter. She let the words out before they had even computed in her sleepy head. “You have no idea.”
Strangely her ears seemed to register the sentence just fine and pick out multiple meanings for it, ranging from the very innocent to the kind that required new sheets the following morning.
In haste she continued only half aware of what she said. “B-because it’s been a long summer. L-lots of homework a-and tests.” She tried to grin. “The usual summer semester abuse.”
It was then that Xander popped over the back of her chair and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Hey Buff, Willow’s wavering. I think it’s about time to let the fun end.”
She looked up and nodded. “Yeah.” She agreed with relief. “I was kinda thinking the same thing.” She told him before remembering her manners. “Hey Xan, you remember William don’t you?” She motioned to the man next to her.
Xander recognized the fellow matriculater instantly. “Hey, yeah man, how are ya?” He asked, surprise and friendliness clear on his face.
Spike couldn’t ignore the hand lying on Buffy’s shoulder. There was a familiarity between the older pair. It was pretty obvious that they were together so Spike sucked it up and returned the friendly tone. “Doing alright, mate. Brought some out of town visitors here but they’ve been sticking to the dance floor.”
“Ahh.” Xander nodded knowingly. Some guys were just not built to be shaking their groove thing. If given the choice, games, any game really, would win out over trying very hard not to embarrass himself in front of whatever girl he could con onto the floor.
“Well anyway.” Xander eyed Buffy again.
The blonde woman nodded and began to vacate her seat. “Right. Willow. Sleep.” She gathered up the last of her change, just enough for two games and got a funny idea. He never would let her give him gas money.
“Here Spike. Have a few on me.” She said and dropped the quarters onto her seat.
She gripped the back of her previous place at the game, taking the time to try and remember what she could of him again as his eyes stared down at the silver.
He looked back up at her, also trying to memorize the way she looked this night. Her smile seemed to shift her entire face into something ethereal. Could be the beer though. Except he hadn’t taken so much as a nip in the last 2 hours of playing and only had the half of one before he sat down.
“Thanks, pet.”
He watcher her nod at him again and walk away following her friends.
He spun in his seat so he could watch her go around the corner, appreciating the view of her rear he’d never had the privilege to see beneath those long oversized T-shirts. And then she disappeared around the corner.
He sat, staring now at the empty entrance to the gaming area, thumping beats still egging on the people moving with the strobe lights and spotlight bouncing off their sweating bodies on the dance floor just outside.
It took him some time to recover from what had just happened and again he looked down at the coins on plastic seat beside him.
He quickly gathered the change and got up before departing the arcade as well. He had absolutely no desire to play now, and headed towards the large main area following the techno beat and the odor of perspiration.
As empty as the game room was, the dace areas were still packed which made his search for the group he’d come with more than trying. It was close to impossible, that is until he spied the crazy hair spiked straight up with what could only be called a magnificent amount of hair product.
Angelus’s head bounced to the music, not caring what kind of git he made of himself while his body moved with a complete absence of rhythm to the bouncing lights and the bumping bass. Dru and Darla were wrapped up in each other, moving to their very own rhythm in a teasing dance that had most of the male customers stumbling over themselves to get a view of the nearly pornographic display.
Spike settled back into a seat at the bar before motioning the bartender for a beer that appeared like magic a second later. He drank slowly, watching his girl on the floor while his mind puzzled out and replayed the night’s events.
Coming here tonight was supposed to be a treat for the three now shimmying together.
He’d heard about Cypher for months but never had a chance to go. When Dru invited her friends up to visit before she headed back to LA Sunday, it seemed like a good time to grace his patronage on the well known club.
Instead of a great time as a group, it was soon evident that William was once again going to be kept out of the loop where Dru’s friends were concerned. None of them seemed remotely interested in anything else the place had to offer but the booze and the tunes.
So he tried to let them have their fun. Even though Sunnydale was small, this club was on the 10 Best Clubs of the USA list twice in the last 5 years. LA’s best places would have trouble rivaling this one.
And while he’d originally opted to try and find a pool table, the races had been what drew his attention. And now here he was, completely confused and trying to pick out anything that he may have done wrong while trying to see if she had sent any kind of signal or sign to help him figure out how to act next. Or if he should act at all?
God, here we go again.
Another fitful week of dreams, another month of trying to think of an excuse to call.
He shook his head at himself and watched as the trio on the floor continued bouncing and jerking to music that made the bottle in Spike’s beer bottle vibrate in his hand.
At least this time, if he was to be plagued with wet dreams and blackouts from zoning on Buffy fantasies he wouldn’t hear Dru cackling at him for it, she was going to be gone. That much he could be happy about.
What a way to feel about the love of your life.
He chugged a bit more than was usual from the bottle, and ignored the voice in his head.
His mind brought up a picture of Buffy as she had been put together that night. He couldn’t help but leer at the memory of her legs tightly encased within the black denim, a far cry from the loose fit blues she had worn during their semester together.
That tiny halter was cruel and unusual punishment even as he recalled the way it laid against her flat stomach only to be shifted and shaped to conceal the globes of flesh he very badly wished he could taste.
He shifted in his seat to try and give his growing erection the space it now seemed to need and took another long drink from his beer.
He should just let it go. He had a girl, and really didn’t need two. One was trouble enough, in his opinion.
Despite the distance and the fighting, he loved Dru beyond words. Buffy was just a distraction that kept him sane those weeks. She was nice to look at and great to talk to. He was a guy, so of course he was attracted to her. That didn’t mean anything special.
So why can’t I stop thinkin’ about her?
He looked up when the announcement for Last Call rang through the speakers over even the volume of the music, and saw Dru and Darla now rubbing intimately against Angel who had his arms wrapped around both girls and his eyes closed smiling with a pleasured look on his face.
Fucking tosser dropped at least 3 hits tonight it looks like.
Spike just shook his head at them and waited for the music to die down. Angel was obviously tripping on some unperceived drug. Dru and Darla, he guessed, were most likely past 3-sheets-to-the-wind and well on to inventing a whole new level of wasted.
It didn’t really matter. They’d come to him in the end, then they’d be heading out.
They had to, he had the car.
That in mind he set his beer down, a little more than half empty. It would do none of them good if he got them all killed drunk driving, although it would solve his dilemma.
His brain would definitely stop conjuring up visions of Buffy’s slim legs curled around his hips while he thrust into her.
He decided standing would just plain be more comfortable when another rush of blood journeyed south.
And suddenly there was only the sound of static as the last song faded out while all the lights came up. The announcer’s voice told everyone it had been a pleasure to see them before rattling off the next week’s specials and themes.
Closing time.
He felt her coming towards him before he saw her.
Her long hair lay brushing against her pert small mounds, the cleavage exposed deeply from the red sheaf of cloth that hung low and loose across her front. Her black leather pants only served to tempt men with their painted on tightness.
She laid a hand on his cheek, caressing him gently. “You left me, my Spike.” She accused him with a whisper as she brought her lips to his ear. The warmth of her breath tickled him with an erotic chill. “If you want to play games, sweet, I can play games with you.”
He pulled away to look down at her lustily.
She gazed back, a hunger in her eyes that did nothing but help the erection already formed from his musings.
He bit the tip of his tongue in teasing before he lovingly stroked her dark silken hair. “Let’s gather the others, yeah? Have a little sport of our own when we get to my place?”
“Mmm-hmm.’ She curled against him. “Such a clever boy.” She praised him and playfully nibbled at his chin.
~~`~~
Buffy sat cross-legged on her neatly turned down bed typing away at her laptop. She wanted to post her blog about the fun time she had celebrating the end of another semester, of course she completely left out the part about Spike being there or how much she wanted jump in his lap.
No, that little tidbit was missing in the finished product, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t who she was thinking about the entire time her fingers clicked away at the tiny keys.
When she finished she decided to check emails and call it a day. After all, she really was tired.
And even as she reminded herself of how tired she was her eyes fell on the cell phone sitting right beside her.
It looked so innocent there, taunting her. Yeah, she knew she had his number in there still. Third from the bottom as a matter of fact. Right before Willow if you must know, because he was typed in as William.
Luckily she’d eventually added Willow and Xander both to her ‘Quick Dial’ programming so she rarely had to see his name, but the fact that out of all the numbers she had set on her phone, his was the only one she had memorized didn‘t escape her. And she hadn’t even tried to do it. It was just kinda there, in her head.
Sleep. I need sleep and to worry about the housework I’ve got to catch up on.
She’d been tacking up a mental list of appliances that needed cleaned behind. Also all the windows needed scrubbed plus it had been a good year since she went through the basement.
These were things that she tried to keep in her head to help her forget about him. Not that it worked, but she did try.
Buffy stared at the digital readout of 3:30 on her clock. She shut her laptop then and laid down to attempt sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, visions of him smiling in the Desoto while he talked about some random topic took over.
She pulled her comforter closer, lumping it so she could curl against it while behind her closed eyes he was leaning across the bench seat and lightly kissing her desperate lips.
Hear heart rate increased as his feather light touches only heightened the flame she’d carried for what felt like an eternity. Even as he began stroking the line of her jaw she was grasping for him, trying to touch any patch of skin her fingers could reach.
Her hand came into contact with his arm and as she pressed her lips more firmly on his. She ran her fingers over his muscled forearms up towards the biceps that his sleeves could barely contain.
As they both began kissing with gentle suckles on each lip lavishly, taking time to taste and nibble the succulent flesh, Buffy felt the warmth building between her thighs.
He was drawn into the feeling of her teasing mouth and when he felt her tongue licking along his lips he swelled further. “Oh, Buffy.” He puffed between kisses.
With a gleeful sigh Buffy allowed him to pull her onto his lap.
She quickly sat straddling his denim thighs and when he pulled her tightly against his chest she responded by wrapping her arms over his shoulders and throwing herself full throttle into the make out session.
Both their mouths were swollen from the obvious praise, yet neither seemed willing to pull away and soon her fingers were tugging his T up so she could stroke his rippling stomach.
The muscles were firm as she laid her palms flat against his abs, massaging them before she let her hands travel up to the tight powerful muscles of his chest. She scraped her nails over his nipples so hear him mumble something, vibrating against her already raw lips.
‘”Mmm.” She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand cupping her breast. He let his hand roam over her chest of its own volition. First massaging gently then pinching her nipple lightly before soothing any aches with his thumb circling her diamond hard peak pressing harshly against the silk of her black halter.
The feel of the liquid fabric sliding against her needy skin from his ministrations, and his tongue now making a trail from her ear languidly down her neck triggered the first flood of heat now lining her black lace boy shorts.
She began writhing on his lap, her center just painfully few inches away from the hardness she knew he had waiting and ready for her.
Seemingly reading her mind his hand left her begging breast to be replaced my his mouth as he leaned her back for room to bend down and latch onto her through the top she still wore.
She brought one of her hands up to run her fingers though his gelled hair. She found the curly errant hairs at the back of his neck and let her fingers lazily run against his skin, tickling the hairs and encouraging his mouth against her.
A contented sigh escaped her and she allowed herself to simply enjoy the feelings he was causing to build higher every passing minute.
The hand not holding her as she bent back was now teasing the waist of her jeans. She could feel him lingering and didn’t think twice. “Yes, please.” She called out, her hips slowing their fruitless movements.
Her button was freed and she felt the short zip being tugged down just before the hand on her back lowered to her ass and lifted her just enough that the hand trying to reach her mound had the room within the denim to slide his fingers over the warm lace covering her.
As soon as she felt the pressure of his fingers she arched into the welcomed invasion. “Oh god, Spike, please…” She began moving her hips again, willing him to move his digits.
And just when he began kissing her again he pushed the lace aside to trace her lips and spread her wetness along her womanhood. It was the most exquisite thing she could recall ever feeling.
The movement of his tongue teasing hers mirrored the slow rhythm of his fingers stroking her swollen entrance. When she thought nothing could feel any better he found her clit.
At his first contact she jumped. The pure shock that she was being touched so intimately after so long only made the neglected bundle of nerves swell with need and begging for more.
Instinctively she began kissing him harder, teeth scratching when her hormones took over her body completely, now wanting nothing except the release she hadn’t reach by anyone’s effort but her own in nearly 2 years.
“More.” She begged, her own hands now tugging at his belt.
He seemed to understand and brushed his thumb teasingly around her clit while his middle finger slid along her slit spreading her fluids around her shaved pussy. He moved smoothly through her petals and he gave each separate layer slow sensual strokes.
The teasing circles around her swollen nub never slowed or changed until he invaded the entrance to her body.
The moment he sheathed his finger within her, he let his thumb brush against her now throbbing clit. Then her focus wavered and tried to split, but she only felt sensations that reached from her now soaking center to her curled toes.
“Uhn.” She called out unable to actually form words. Her hips movements became purposeful, even determined while her hand pulled him free from his now open trousers and her teeth nipped at his neck.
She couldn‘t get enough of the feel of him, the smell of him or the taste of him. That salty masculine taste that nothing else ever matched. She rode his hand and stroked his thick long cock with her gripping fingers. She allowed herself to savor every tangy inch of his neck and shoulders she could reach with her hungry mouth.
Buffy gasped against his skin as he slid a second finger against the walls of her clenching heat.
Spike continued thrusting into her soft but unyielding hand grunting into her neck and trying very hard to ignore the need for completion.
Having him quite literally in the palm of her hand spurred on her passion, and she could tell by the way he pumped more frantically that he was close as well . She just needed a little bit-
“More.” She breathed against his collar before praising him once again just below his chin with open mouthed kisses.
She quickened the pace of her hand around him and he cried out. “Buffy, Go-o-o-d yes…”
Then a completely different sensation joined the others already threatening to break her when a third finger joined the others inside her sopping engorged passage and began to stroke that secret spot within firmly back and forth.
That was it for her. She couldn’t try to hold back if she wanted to.
Molten heat burst from her womb. It flowed at lightening speed through her now burning veins and spread though her entire body touching every cell inside and out.
Ahhh!” She cried now furiously tugging at his now jerking rod as his spendings shot up and spread over her fingers and hand. Some simply landed onto his stomach, still bare from her early shirt tugging.
She rode out the waves that continued as she watched his seed escaping his still twitching member.
*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*
Her eyes shot open and she sat bolt straight pushing her sweaty hair away from her brow before grabbing the yelping alarm from her side table and slapping the top hard. Lucky for the alarm clock, she managed to hit the OFF button.
That did little to diminish her hatred for the usually helpful friend she’d had since her 12th birthday.
She really couldn’t be mad at it, not for this. She was the one who forgot to turn the daily reminder to greet the new day off for this morning, but the dream was right there with her. The feelings from the abrupt interruption ending her pleasure lingered. She knew her frustrated body was going to have to suffer which in no way inspired her to care about the stupid clock.
Bufy however set the offensive timekeeper back down and instead threw back her covers to feel the cool rush of air against her legs before getting up and padding to the bathroom. She chose to ignore the obvious wetness lingering between her legs.
She flipped on the light, squinting when the bright lights gleamed back, her hands briefly covering her face.
She kept her eyes shut and felt for the sink to turn on the water. When the cool stream started running she cupped her hands and splashed her face hoping to cool the fire still heating her insides enough so that she’d be able to try for more sleep.
When that didn’t seem to help much she opened her now less sensitive eyes and stared back at the now flushed face. With defeat she admitted what she knew would happen earlier. Sleepless nights, intruding fantasies and erotic dreams. “Well, here we go again.”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I can't say thank you enough for everyone whos reading this one. And especially those leaving reviews. I don't really consider myslef a review whore, I just like writing. But Damn I'm really surprised with the numbers guys. The way you've taken to this idea has kinda blown me away. Plus, heh, it lets me work out this infatuation I had for the guy who gave me a ride to class last semester. He's no Spike mind ya, but damn he was yummy.
Chapter End Notes:
I've got the basics to the next chapter pretty much done but as I've now put myself in the position to be posting 3 stories at once I can't guarantee a quickness in updates but as I now consider this as yet unfinished story a great form of free therapy the updates shouldn't be too far away.
On a different note, this was my first attempt at anything graphic or NC-17 like so go easy on me in that respect.
On a different note, this was my first attempt at anything graphic or NC-17 like so go easy on me in that respect.