Just A Fling

A/N: Sorry that I have not posted for awhile. My teaching has taken up my time. (How dare it!) Anyway, school is almost done, and I will be posting more often. I am putting the final touches on a chapter for Quid Pro Quo. I will post it soon.

Thanks for sticking with me.

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Chapter 13 – Pirate Aphrodisiac

Buffy looked at him like he had lost his last brain cell; she had always suspected he was on his last one anyway. She watched with her mouth hanging open as he shrugged out of his precious duster, letting it fall to the ground. But the shocks weren’t over. The vampire put on the dirty, flamboyant, burgundy coat, settled the hat on his head with its black feather pointing up, and then he took up his sword, all before the pirate had completely disappeared. He turned to face her, sword raised. “Come on, ye scurvy lass. Ye head has got to go.”

Well, if he wants to fight, fine with her. Her adrenalin was still pumping, causing her to itch with a craving for violence. “Hold onto your head, ‘scurvy’ dog.” Their swords clashed for a bit, trading blows, but then Spike unfortunately dodged to the left, and Buffy nicked his shoulder. She was taken aback. First because she had not meant to do it. Second, because she hadn’t wanted to hurt him, to her suprise. This was supposed to be her enemy after all. But the shock hadn’t fully hit yet. As she watched, Spike looked at his cut, put his finger in the blood, and then licked the blood off his finger. Entranced, her eyes followed his every move. No big deal, except his action made her…hot. That simple. No shock at his gesture. Just white, hot heat straight to her sex.

The fight resumed. Spike feinted one way and struck the other, leaving Buffy bleeding from a shallow wound on her upper arm. Shock again set in. Actually, shock didn’t cover it. Her blood had bee drawn. She watched the blood drip. Spike had cut her, and he wasn’t writhing on the ground in pain. She looked up at him, and judging by the hand lightly resting on the side of his head, she knew he was thinking the same thing. Buffy broke the stunned silence. “You didn’t get zapped.”

God, he hoped she bought the act. “Looks like.” He knew the next question coming, and he was thinking fast.

Buffy waved her hand at her injury. “Why not?”

No, he still couldn’t tell the truth. He wasn’t willing to go there yet, but his answer could make things fun. “Must be zapless because you didn’t mind, pet, like when you let me bite you.”

“Oh.” Buffy thought for a moment, and the more she thought, the more she was okay with this turn of events. Excited, actually. Darkness, and this was definitely of the dark, was turning out to be extremely titillating. Further into the fight, Spike dodged to the left, and Buffy nicked his forearm. She felt power and lust at the sight of the blood.

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The fight continued, with both nicking the other a couple more times, until Spike finally got the upper hand and disarmed Buffy. He sent his sword following hers and slammed her into the nearest large tree, trapping her with her back against it and his body pinning her there. “Tell me, Slayer.”

While his bluntness left her wondering, Buffy’s tongue darted out and licked Spike’s lips. “What, Spike?”

Loving her action, Spike moved enough so that he could cup her mound through her pants. “Tell me, Slayer,” he whispered in her ear, “did the fight make you hot?”

Seeking pleasure for her heat, she strove to rub her clitoris against his hand. “You know it did.”

He swept in and crushed his lips on hers. Their tongues met with such intensity that, had they been swords, they would have drawn blood. Finally, he pulled back to let her breathe. Wouldn’t do to have her passed out. “How hot?”

“Inferno.” Her head lolled back against the tree as his hand molded to and roughly fondled her sex.

He again whispered in her ear, sending delicious tingles down her spine. “Hot enough for me to fuck you against a tree in a public park?”

She should be too embarrassed. She knew that. Somewhere in her mind she was but what the hell. Maybe, just maybe she would figure it out, but now, she needed him inside of her. Action now. Think later. Buffy cupped his jaw with her hand and forced him to look her directly eye to eye. “Fuck me.”

Her words renewed his need for her. Spike attacked her neck. Actually, there was one thing that would make all perfect --- his fangs in her neck. But no. That would probably be a bloody big mistake. He gave it a ninety-five percent chance of getting him staked. Dusty wasn’t his style tonight, but it still left over five parts hope.

Buffy’s senses went soaring. Aahhh. Every open-mouthed wet kiss and every nip and bite of his blunt teeth made her tremble. After a particularly hard bite, she wondered for a brief moment what it would be like if he used his fangs on her jugular. Would it feel better than Dracula’s bite? Well, that was without a doubt. Would it feel different than where he’d bit her already? More intense, maybe? His bite on her breast was definitely the best so far, but the neck? The big question was would she let him? Should she let him? She just didn’t know.

‘Fuck me,’ she had said. “Nah, wouldn’t want to leave the wee lass wanting.” He undid Buffy’s pants and helped her strip them off. But he had no patience with her shirt. “I’ve got to see you, luv.” Struggling with the small buttons that Hook hadn’t cut away, he ripped it down the middle. As Buffy kicked off her shoes and jeans to get her jeans completely off, Spike picked up his duster and wrapped it around her, protecting her back from the tree bark. Buffy didn’t miss the courteous, sweet gesture.

He slammed Buffy back against the tree, hard enough that her head hit the bark. “Now, where were we?” If he pushed any harder, her head would leave an imprint on the tree. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt her, but it was hard enough to pin her, and she certainly didn’t mind. “Oh, God, yes.” Actually, his hard body against her was just what she needed. Yeah, the fight had jazzed her body, making her wet and hot between her legs. She could feel the juices dripping down her legs. And yeah, she had sex with Riley after some fights, but this was Spike, and this vampire was entirely different. He was her equal in strength so she didn’t have to hold back. And unlike with Riley, she didn’t want to hold anything back. She wanted to be wild, and Spike was just the ticket.

“Not going anywhere, kitten. Nowhere.” Spike couldn’t ask for more. This was rough, the roughest they had done so far. This firebrand was a keeper. Funny though, he never noticed the permanence that the thought implied.

After tearing her shirt, his hand started gripping her shoulder tightly then let go of her long enough to slide down to roughly cup her breast. Buffy noticed this. Gone was his usual finesse, and she didn’t mind a bit. Raw was fine, fueled by the fight with the pirates. If he devoured her, all the better. “More…Spike, I need more…” Her blood was rushing, and it was rushing through the darkness. She could hear her dark, slayer side roaring in her ears, and it was calling for more. “Deeper.” She realized that her instincts weren’t just calling for sex, but calling specifically for Spike. When had that started to happen? When had the generic face of her ferocious desire become the angular beauty of a blond, fallen angel. The face of Spike.

Spike’s next move jerked her out of her sea of thoughts and feelings. “Bloody hell, got to taste you, kitten.” She expected to feel his mouth on her nipple or farther down, but his mouth moved down and unexpectedly latched onto the cut on her upper arm. Boom. First an electrical charge raced through her senses, and wow, the feeling was unreal. A thousand stars exploding. It was like every pull on her blood was directly connected to her sex. He sucked, and she pulsed.

But she didn’t throw her head back as she first was inclined to do; no, she looked down at his head. He had turned it just right so that she could see his lips on her flesh. ‘Now that’s erotic,’ she thought. Only Spike could do this to her. Where had that thought come from? What about Angel? He should have been able to make her feel this way if he wasn’t as out of it as he had been when he had been biting her. ‘No, you know only Spike can make you feel this way,’ her inner voice whispered. Who cares about anything else when he was making her feel so sizzling?

But then Buffy’s thoughts scattered again to the wind as his fingers latched onto her painfully hard nipple. The first pinch and twist nearly sent her climbing up the tree. He pulled until he released it with a pop.

Melding his mouth again to her own, her blood mixed with her saliva. She gasped into his mouth, but she was done being just a passive bystander enjoying the ride. “Give it to me.” She frantically unbuckled his belt and reached inside his pants. She pushed them down as she wrapped her other hand around his shaft. He was cool and incredibly hard, straining and twitching. She held on tight as she pumped his cock. Then she stopped and experimented. With a sly smile, she raked her fingernails across his balls, and down the smooth, velvety surface of his shaft. His heart felt groan told her all she needed to know. ‘Spikey like,’ thought Buffy wickedly. A little pain with his pleasure. She was learning about him and herself, and she liked what she learned.

Spike’s knees almost buckled when he felt her nails on his most sensitive skin. “Oh, baby, yesss!” She was catching the darkness in her sex nicely. “Pretty kitty, let me feel your claws.” He ran his free hand down her side and to her mound. He slipped two fingers over her clit, between her lips and straight into her wet channel. He thrust inside, moving his fingers, searching for her special spot, and he knew when he hit it because she broke their kiss to throw back her head against the tree and cry out. “Spike…” His hold on her sex was so strong that he practically held her off her feet. His name tripping out of her mouth made his desire even more red hot.

Stepping back, his eyes soaked up the vision of her pert breasts. As he squeezed a firm breast with his free hand, he looked up into her eyes. Buffy could see a fire burning but also awe. Not like awe of looking at scene of a beautiful mountain peak, but awe as in him appreciating her body. She felt adored.

Then he was on her again. The mind blowing kiss was hard enough for their teeth to click. She writhed against him, trying to satisfy her need, grinding on his generous sized erection. For a better position, she lifted up her legs and wrapped them around his waist, causing him to replace his hand with the velvety, rock hard cock rubbing against her. Unintelligible sounds gurgled in the back of his throat as his cock slid between her folds dripping with her juices.

“Spike…Arh,” She barely had enough air in her lungs to speak, “Spike, please.”

Just the head was in. He found that he liked to hear her beg. “Please?”

“Yes, you son of a bitch. Yes, please…” On fire, Buffy had had enough of her burning need. She gripped either side of his face and practically yelled in his face. “Get. In. Me. Now.”

Not one to disappoint, he lifted her up where she instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist. Then he quickly lowered her down onto his shaft. “So hot. So tight.” Spike thought he was going to burn to a crisp. “So fucking hot.”

“Ahh.” With every stroke into her body, she felt him stretch her. She reveled in the feel. “Need. Need more.”

Spike couldn’t get far enough into her gripping channel. “Gotta have more of you.” Spike wanted to fight the “you” part, but as he moved inside of her, he knew it was true. He had to admit it to himself. He didn’t need more sex. Bloody hell, he had had enough of that lately. What he needed was more Buffy.

Spike’s eyes rolled back as he was encased in her warm depths. But he wasn’t in the mood to savor. No, he was in the mood to fuck her hard and fast.

His kiss all but ate her up. As his tongue entered her mouth again, the walls of her passage stretched, melding to his member. She rode him, letting him slide in and out, enjoying the feel until Spike broke the kiss and his lips latched onto the cut on her other arm. With the first pull of blood, Buffy’s head flew back, slamming into the tree. She never felt the pain; all she felt was that wonderful, floating feeling that came with Spike’s drinking of her life’s blood. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding his lips tight to her injury. When he lifted his head from her wound, Buffy’s eyes shot open. The loss of the pleasure and pain left her feeling unfulfilled. In her sexual frustration, she came down harder and harder on his shaft. Then his mouth latched onto another dripping wound, sending her flying high up to the stars again. After one, two, three pulls, she could feel her orgasm rushing towards her.

Out of instinct and a natural desire to share the feelings coursing through her, Buffy brought her mouth to a cut on his shoulder and suckled. Mimicking her, Spike threw his head back and roared his ecstasy. In direct response, he began to slam up into her with increasing force and speed, their bodies meeting hard with each time an explosion of feelings.

Through his haze of delicious blood connected straight to his cock, he could feel her channel begin to contract with her impending release. And he knew just what she needed to set her free. Spike released her breast and grabbed a handful of hair. Using the hold, he wrenched her head to the side, hungrily staring at her neck. His eyes changed to a sparkling gold, his ridges came forward, and his fangs hovered above her skin. The offensive marks made by Angel and Dracula had to go. Not able to resist anymore, this time his sharp fangs slid into her jugular as he began to suck again.

Buffy’s body bucked when his fangs pierced her skin, giving her that right amount of pain that completed the glorious cycle. Buffy’s orgasm built along with his rhythm. She shattered into pieces of pleasure as she came. Her cry could probably be heard by the Queen in Buckingham Palace.

What Buffy was oblivious to when she had her orgasm was that she had bitten down hard on Spike’s shoulder. The combination of her blood, her sex squeezing his prick and the sweet pain from her teeth, Spike came hard, one of the hardest he could ever remember. Spike spilled his cum into her womb, reveling in her body milking his cock of his seed. His body may be satisfied, but his brain barely functioned.

As both came down, him gently licking her wound, with their lips still touching the others skin, each panted, unable to stir up enough energy to lift their head. Actually, even though he didn’t need to pant, Spike did and was thankful to have a moment to collect himself. The sex had been incredible, better than he would have ever thought he could have with a human. It wasn’t just the pain. The Devil knew that Dru had inflicted much worse on him all in the name of sex. But this had been…well, just right. So he needed this moment to regroup. A vampire having sex with a slayer that didn’t include death just couldn’t, shouldn’t be so moving for the vampire. It just wasn’t right, but it was. Now, the dilemma. How the bloody hell was he going to act after this coupling? He couldn’t act moved, like it meant something. Agh!

Buffy wasn’t in such a dilemma. She rested her head on his shoulder and let the feelings just come as they would. Pleasure, satisfaction, pleasure, a little ouch, pleasure, sizzle…pleasure. She had never felt anything like she had just been through, but yesterday wouldn’t be too soon to go through it again. With him still nestled inside of her, she was content to ride out the waves of the aftermath. She had her answer about his biting her neck. The orgasm had been spectacular, mind blowing.

Then she decided Spike’s dilemma for him with a soft, lingering kiss on one of his wounds. To Spike, that action, so contrary to the wild sex that they had just had, was just the thing to end with. And, he hated to admit it even though it was true, the kiss cemented a relationship that they had been building between them. This night they had forged it with fire. With a crooked finger under her chin, Spike lifted her face for a tender kiss of his own. If Buffy didn’t know better, she would have thought that he cared. That she cared for that matter. But she knew better, didn’t she? Or did she?

Buffy barely remembered the next minutes. Spike had helped her with her clothes and loaned her his precious leather coat to cover her shredded shirt. Next, they were on Spike’s bed in their suite, and he was inside her again. And again.

She woke up in the wee hours of the morning in Spike’s arms. It felt so satisfying, so right and that scared her down to her toes. There was no room for feelings in this affair. It was just that, an affair. An affair was just sex, wasn’t it? At least theirs was. They both made that perfectly clear before they had sex the very first time. With great reluctance, she shifted carefully, slid out of his arms and quietly crept to her own room. As she climbed into her own empty bed, she asked herself if this affair really did forbid any of the softer emotions. If so, then why were tears swimming in her eyes, and she was left missing his arms around her?

Spike hadn’t let on, but he had been awake when Buffy left for her room. In fact, the troubles on his mind wouldn’t let up enough for him to sleep. What the bloody hell was he going to do? As they lay on his bed, wrapped around each other, reality had dropped out of the heavens and cracked him on the head. He cared for this small girl tucked under his chin. Bollocks. He cared for the Slayer. He had botched up the situation. Just frigging grand. It wasn’t love he told himself, but he did have feelings. And he just couldn’t help it. For some god awful reason, he wanted to.

But that made the next issue another problem. Lighting a fag, Spike walked over and stared out the window, but never saw the scene in front of him. The chip no longer worked, and she didn’t know that. For some reason that he didn’t think he wanted to acknowledge, he thought she deserved knowing about his renewed status. The debate raged inside of him. If he didn’t tell her, it would eat him up inside. If he did tell her, their agreement would be over. No more slayer in his bed. He hated how much that disturbed him. He could find some other willing body, but it wouldn’t be Buffy. Even more reason to find another girl, actually. No, he had to tell her that he had his fangs back. He’d tell her tomorrow, or he should say the end of tomorrow night. He’d have the whole day to enjoy her before that.

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