London Calling

Chapter 12


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Spike sighed and drained the last of his beer. This wasn't how he'd anticipated spending his evening.

"Next on Behind The Music... Britney & Justin. What went wrong?"

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He smiled in satisfaction as the remote control bounced off of Britney's shiny face and inadvertantly turned off the TV.

Laying back on the couch, he folded his hands behind his head and just enjoyed the quiet. The serene sounds of a house settling down for the night. The soothing noise of the Grandfather clock chiming from out in the hall.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Spike drummed his fingers on his chest. All this peace and quiet could drive a person crazy.

What was Buffy doing right now? He pondered, subconciously rubbing his fingers down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. She'd driven him crazy tonight. Toyed with him in that way that only she could... subtle glances, small carressing touches at the back of his neck on the drive home, her little pink tongue darting out to wet her pouty lips-

He looked down in dismay to see that he was stroking himself to hardness through his jeans.

Spike sat up abruptly and ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. He hadn't wanked off this much since high school! Christ, what that girl did to him. He couldn't stop thinking about her.

Lighting up a cigarette, he sat back and pondered his situation.

She wanted him, he knew it. When they'd gotten to the house, he'd expected to be led up to her room and finally put out of his misery. Instead, she'd completely surprised him by heading up to bed... ALONE. He rolled his eyes in frustration. What did it take?!

Getting to his feet, he bagan to pace the living room.

He was turning into the worst sort of pussy-whipped loser. He'd never been like this with Drusilla. Hell, he'd never been like this with anyone! Following Buffy around like a love-sick puppy... this wasn't like him at all. He should just go up there and drag her into his bed. Pound himself into her until neither of them could walk.
fli flicked his cigarette butt into a nearby flower vase and sneered. That'd show the bitch who's boss.

The door to the upstairs bathroom opened and closed.

Self-consciously smoothing down his hair, he got a giddy smile on his face and headed towards the stairwell.

Maybe he could get Buffy to give him a goodnight kiss...


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Spike crept down the hall towards the bathroom. Noticing that the light was on and the door was slightly ajar, he grinned and decided to have a little fun with his "unsuspecting victim". He stealthily eased open the door and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What are you doing?!"

Expecting a huge squeal and a fist to the face at the very least, he was extremely dissapointed to learn that the bathroom was empty.

She'd been here recently, though. ouldould still smell that perfume she usually wore wafting around in the air like some sort of aphrodisiac. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. That stuff could make a eunuch hard.

A slight smile quirking his lips, he turned on his heel and headed off to his next destination. His smile quickly turned to a frown when he realized that Buffy's door stood completely open.
erinering inside, he took a quick inventory.

Girly pink wallpaper: Check.

Small stuffed pig: Check.

New Kids on the Block Poster: Check.

Spike shook his head in disbelief. The girl needed some decorating help, STAT.

The only thing missing from the room was one hot little college co-ed.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Spike headed back towards his own room. She obviously didn't want to see him.

Looks like you'll be wanking yourself off again tonight, mate.

Opening up the door, he shouldered off his duster and tossed it on the rocking chair. Throwing himself back on the bed, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

He sat up with a jolt as the door to his room closed.

She'd been in here the entire time.

Floating towards him in a cruelly sheer white nightie, she'd never looked more angelic.

"Buffy..." his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"

Drifting closer to him, she brushed her fingers across his cheek and smiled when he caught her hand and kissed it lovingly.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She whispered, settling herself lightly on his lap.

Nuzzling his face into the aromatic fall of her hair, he murmured, "It looks like you're about to be throroughly compromised." Licking at her ear, he ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts and squeezed, smiling victoriously when she let out a breathy moan.

Spike was very surprised when he found himself being shoved very roughly onto his back. He gave Buffy a curious look.

She smiled naughtily. "Maybe I'm here to compromise YOU."

Straddling his waist, she leaned down and covered his face in small kisses. When he brought his hands up to carress her silk-covered body, she very firmly pushed his hands over his head and held them there.

Quirking a brow, he pondered this new turn in events. This take-charge Buffy was something he hadn't encountered before. He had no problems being submissive in the bedroom, as a matter of fact, he found it completely enjoyable, but being submissive with Buffy... that was another thing altogether. He wanted her so much, all the time. It was inconceivable that he could let her be in charge of things for their first time together.

Quickly flipping theiritioitions, Spike shoved his face into the crook her neck and started nibbling on her throat.

Buffy tried to push her way back up on top, then floundered. God, she couldn't think when he did that thing to her neck.

Smiling and tilting her head back against the pillow, she sighed.

Who was she kidding? She couldn't think around him AT ALL. Coherant thought flew out the window and she found herself repeating the same mantra OVER and OVER in her lust-addled brain.

MUST. HAVE. SPIKE. NOW.

Spike ran his hands up under Buffy's nightie and bit back a groan when he realized she was completely bare beneath it.

"God, your skin is so soft... I can't stop touching you."

Buffy whimpered. "Never stop touching me."

"Never." He whispered, dragging the gown up and over her head.

He laid her back onto the quilt and just stared. She was perfect.

The moonlight streamed in through the open window and gleamed whitely on the pale ivory of her limbs. Hair tangled on his pillow, lips red and flushed, eyes glazed with lust for HIM.

Buffy squirmed self-consciously. "What are you looking at?"

"You." He whispered, trailing his fingers up the smooth skin of her thighs. "How beautiful you look. How perfect you are. I've never seen anything so gorgeous as the sight of you laid out naked on my bed... waiting for me."

Buffy shuddered and breathed out a sigh as Spike continued his torturous assault on her limbs. He licked a line up the length of her stomach, pausing at her bared breasts.

"So beautiful..." He whispered reverently before taking her into histh. th.

"Oh God!" Buffy cried out, clutching his head to her chest. She arched against him, pressing her naked body to his fully-clothed one. Deciding that she needed to feel him naked - NOW - she began to tug at his clothes.

Pulling his head up long enough to let Buffy drag his shirt over his head, he leaned back down once more and brushed his lips against hers. Strawberry lipgloss and toothpaste. She drove him crazy.

Buffy mapped out the skin of his back and chest with her fingers. Exploring and gasping with delight at the smooth expanse of skin laid out before her. He felt so wonderful... so hard and soft all at the same time. She scratched her nails down his shoulders blades and reveled in the aroused shudders he gave.

Spike had to have her, now. He could feel the wet heat of her pussy through the fabric of his jeans. She was killing him. He dragged a hand up her thigh and into the inferno of her body. He rubbed his fingers through her folds and groaned when Buffy let out a whimper. She was so ready for him.

"I need you." Buffy whispered, curling her tongue into the swirls of his ear. "Please."

Tired of waiting, Spike quickly stood and rid himself of his boots and jeans. Crawling back up her body onto the bed, he lowered himself to her and hissed when their naked skin touched.

"Please..." She moaned, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow.

Digging his hands into her hair, he nipped her collarbone. "Please what?" He murmured, maneuvering their bodies so that his cock rested just in the juncture of her thighs.

Gasping, she tried to thrust upwards.

"Tell me what you want." He said, lowering his head and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Not able to stand it anymore, she cried out, "Fuck me, Spike! Please."

Smiling with pride, he brought himself to her entrance - then paused.

He'd forgotten about the condom.

"Uh... Buffy," he started, groaning when she sucked wetly at his throat, "Are you... I mean, do you... have anything?"

Buffy curled her fingers into the flesh of his pecs and smiled when he moaned her name. "Have any what?"

Shaking his head to try and think, he continued. "You know... protection?"

She laughed. "I've lived with Anya for three years now. How could I NOT be on the pill?"

Sighing in relief, Spike smiled. "Right then." Rubbing the head of his cock along her folds, he moaned at the heady sensation of her liquid heat warming him.

Wrapping her legs around him, she panted. "Now, please now..."

Finding her entrance, he pushed into the welcoming warmth of her body.

"Oh God!"

"Oh Fuck!"

The heat of her body was searing. Spike fought against the overwhelming urge to just pound away and release himself into her willing body. This wer fer first time. He needed to go slow. Be gentle, tender...

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and thrust herself up onto him.

"Fuck, Buffy!" He shouted, surging into her forcefully.

"Yes!" She cried out, undulating against him. "More!"

Unable to stop himself, he pistoned his cock into her faster and faster.

Throwing her head back in utter abandon, she moaned. "Harder!"

Spike grunted and complied, slamming their pelvises together with a force that was a sweet mixture of pleasure/pain.

"So tight, so wet... God, Buffy... you're burning me alive." He reached a hand down between their bodies and began manipulating her clit.

"God, YES!" She cried out, clutching him to her.

Looking down at her face, a tidalwave of feeling overwhelmed him. God, she was so wonderful. He couldn't help himself. He really was falling for her.

"Christ, Buffy... I need you..." He said, pumping rhythmically.

"Oh God, I'm so close." She said, writhing beneath him. He began to work her harder with his finger and clutched her to him.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. Just let it go." He murmured into her ear.

Feeling the tell-tale tightening, she looked into his eyes and wailed out her release.

Her walls rhythmically squeezing his cock in time with her contractions, he pumped into her furiously.

"Buffy... yes... God, you're amazing... I... Fuck... Jesus... Buffy!" He shouted, spending himself in her.

Panting, he rested his forehead against hers. "That was-"

"Incredible." She finished for him, smiling drowsily up into his eyes.

"YOU are incredible." He pronounced, brushing sweaty tendrils of her hair off of her face. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly.

Rolling them over onto the side, he tucked his body around hers and brought the blanket up over their sweat-sheened limbs.

"Stay here with me tonight." He murmured into her ear.

"All right." She replied, intertwining her fingers with his. Smiling, shifteifted off to sleep with one final thought.

Wishes really DO come true.


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The sun streaming in from the open window is what woke him.

Gazing blearily around him, he yawned and stretched, accidently knocking into-

"Buffy..." He breathed reverently.

She was curled into his side, one hand propped under her chin. Smiling, he brushed the hair out of her face and kissed the of hof her nose. She gro and and rolled over, presenting him with the delightful view of her naked ass.

"Down, Boy." He said to his stiffening cock. "Breakfast first, then fuck."

Climbing out of bed, he pulled on his jeans and padded downstairs. Whistling a jaunty little tune, he set about to make Buffy breakfast in bed.

"Maybe I can make her some french toast..." He murmured, rooting around in the refridgerator for the eggs.

Just then, a knock sounded at the front door.

Wiping his hands on a dish towel, Spike hurried over to get it before whoever it was woke Buffy up. He wanted to be the one that did that. Maybe he could think of something interesting to do with the maple syrup...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He muttered, stalking into the foyer. If this was one of those Jehovah Witness blokes, they were about to get a firm kick in the ass.

He opened the door and stopped, stunned.

It was-


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"Spike?"

Buffy sat up and clutched the blanket to her naked chest.

He wasn't in the room.

However, there WERE some breakfast-making sounds coming from the vicinity of the kitchen...

Smiling, she ran to her room and grabbed her robe, throwing it on. She hummed to herself as she skipped down the stairs.

"Spike?" She called out, tying the sash of her robe. "Something smells..."

She stopped at the foot of the stairs, eyes widening.

"...good."

Spike was at the front door, holding a woman.

A VERY good looking woman.

He turned. "Buffy... this isn't what you think."

She turned in his arms and gave Buffy a decidedly bitchy smile.

"Oh, so YOU'RE little Buffy. I've heard so much about you."

Buffy frowned.

"Who the hell are you?"

Spike disentangled himself from her grasp and tried to move closer to Buffy. She backed away from him towards the stairs.

The dark-haired woman feigned astonishment. "Why, didn't my Spike tell you? I'm Drusilla. His Fiancée."

Buffy bit back a cry and ran up the stairs to her room. She leaned back against her closed door and sobbed, heart breaking.

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Author's Note: OK... please don't hurt me! I promise this will be as angsty as this story ever gets, and by the next chapter everything will be sorted out. :) Reviews, please?