Lust in The Crypt

He passed through the cemetery, a cigarette slipped between his two main fingers, which came useful to him with offending his foes. He was not wearing his jacket today; he had left it Anyas and Xanders. Intending to, creatures were after him, they could track him down with the scent of his jacket. Xander was washing and scrubbing it with his new creation. ‘Buffy, Buffy, Buffy’ was what was in his mind. He was hoping they would run into each other tonight, but Willow had informed him that she was going out with Dawn to the cinema. Looking up at the moon, he threw down the cigarette and dug his heel of his shoe into the used bud. Growling at the approach of another vampire and several demons, he stepped towards them. Raising his head, high.

“What do you want?” He asked sternly, his eyes meeting to the attacking demon. Stepping to the side he threw out his arm sending the demon tripping. Spinning around but coming to slow he had a blow to the face. Falling back to the trunk of a rather large tree he raised his hand to his bloody lip and raised the blood to his nose. Taking in the scent he licked it clean. His legs went weak as he sensed Buffy nearby, not wanting to see her now he sensed she was close.

“Spike. Spike. Spike” A vampire chuckled to himself, leaning down he grabbed Spikes collar and pulled him to a standing position. “Kittens, where are they?” He growled pushing him up against the tree. His eyes pinned on Spikes blew ones, his game face now on. Spike frowned before pushing him of him, “Nobody messes with the big bad” He jumps up and grabs a hold of the branch above him and kicks into the chest of his opponent. “They end up dying, you know or dying like…again.” He shrugged. Pulling the branch loose as he jumped back down, he swung around and staked the vampire in the chest just as Buffy appeared.

She watched him for a second. Spike was kicked in the gut then pushed back by a rather attractive demon, straddling him and ripping open his shirt, he hadn’t noticed Buffy at the moment, and he was rather enjoying this. “You going to give me a right good shag then kill me—That won’t do” He frowned, pushing her of. Raising his hand he wiped the dripping blood from his chin. Grabbing the back of the demons head he quickly lowered it into his knee. “Serves you right, for messing with the big bad—lady friend” Turning the head suddenly it cracked as she fell limply to the floor. Buffy gave a small clap, which stunned him and the demons, sending the bad guys running. Spike whipped his head around at her. “Slayer” He growled.

Buffy raised her brow, seeing his bare chest and hearing his growl, she felt a tingling and wet sensation inside her thighs. She looked down and cringed. ‘Bad Buffy, Bad Buffy…Oh god he is hot’ She thought, scolding herself for thinking about him again. Spike raised his head and closed his eyes, taking in the scent of her arousal. Buffy noticed what he was doing and cringed even more. He stepped closer, too close he thought but she hadn’t noticed. Looking up at him she frowned but her face melted when she saw the look on his. He had his brows raised, his face soft. A smirk on his face, “What’s wrong, Slayer?” He asked, raising a hand to play with her hair.

She looked up at him, “Back of Spike” She replied, pushing past him. Whipping around she looked up at him, “Spike you need to get yourself someone” She hissed. Spike quirked a brow, his back to her before she pushed past him he turned to face her. “Me…I have my girl” He hummed looking down at her and stepping closer. “Spike your just so…” She trailed of as he started pressing his hand against her pussy through her denim trousers, his hardness pressing against his zipper, begging to be released. Her face softens, moaning softly before biting her bottom lip in sheer pleasure. Pushing her body into him, she kissed his lips passionately. He separated his lips willingly, moving his tongue over hers. He took her hand and pulled her through the tress towards his crypt, ready to show what she is missing.