No Hero

Author's Notes: For those of you who wanted more smut, your wish is my command. ^_^


Insanity


“Where are we going, Slayer?” Spike wondered as Buffy tugged on his hand insistently, drawing him away from the lavish bedroom into the bathroom. The bathroom. Stiffening, he jerked his hand free of hers as though it burned him. “Uh…”

Buffy folded her arms over her chest and pinned him with a stern expression. “Why do you think we’re in the bathroom?”

“Buffy, no,” he protested. “That was… it was… There’s a nice bed in the other room.”

“And here we are, in the bathroom. Why could that be?” she asked pointedly. “Think about it, William. Why are we here?”

“B-because we’re different now?” he ventured.

“And?” she prompted, sitting down on the side of the tub and holding out her hand for one of his.

“And you… trust me?” he continued, crouching down in front of her. Rather than taking her hand, he brushed a lock of her hair away from her face nervously, willing himself to forget the last time he had been in a bathroom alone with her.

“I love you,” she said simply.

That did it. Buffy found herself flat on her back in the tub within seconds as Spike’s mood changed like quicksilver. He covered every inch of her face with kisses, his arms locked around her so tightly it would have been painful to a human. Unfortunately, he’d climbed in the tub so quickly that he’d gotten the shower curtain tangled around his legs, and a shift of his hips yanked the curtain – supportive rod and all – into the tub on top of him.

“Okay, ow,” he laughed when the shower rod whacked him in the shoulder.

“We’re insane,” Buffy giggled, swatting the offending metal away from them. “You’re going to have to move unless you plan on using that monstrosity as a condom.”

“Outrage! I’m not puttin’ up with anything comin’ between me and my slayer,” he said firmly, squirming to toss the evil shower curtain out of the tub. He winced when he heard the sound of metal against tile, and he was certain that it had chipped the floor. “Insanity is fun,” he added.

“Um, if you’re not putting up with anything coming between us, what’s all this?” the slayer asked teasingly, tugging at the hem of his shirt for emphasis.

“Was a bit distracted by the giant metal stake, pet,” he replied, shedding his duster and shirt in a single fluid movement. Without warning, he closed his arms around her and rolled so that she was sitting astride him. “Better view,” he explained with a smirk.

“Uh huh, sure. You didn’t want my back to be against the cold tub, admit it,” she joked, removing her shirt and bra quickly. “Okay, there’s still something between us. Somebody’s been lax.”

“Patience is a virtue,” Spike insisted, peppering her collarbone and throat with light, playful kisses. “Course, no one’s ever accused me of bein’ virtuous.”

“Pig,” she admonished, exploring his chest with her hands. Though they were hardly visible to the naked eye, she could feel several new scars there, and she traced them lightly until he shivered.

“Bitch,” he answered with a trademark grin before his mouth latched to one of her nipples.

“Insufferable… ooh… Never mind. Sufferable. Very, very sufferable.”

Releasing her nipple, the vampire smirked, clearly proud of himself. “S’what I thought.”

Arrogant vampire. She’d show him. Smiling wickedly, the slayer pressed her hips down firmly against his and began to move, eliciting a deep purr. “I think Spikey likes it,” she mocked.

“Not… funny!” he gasped indignantly. If she wanted to play, he could play, too. Shoving her skirt up, he tore her panties off and grasped her hips, dragging her upward to straddle his face. She protested for all of two seconds, stopping the instant his lips fastened to her clit.

Okay, um… She’d been meaning to do something, but she couldn’t remember what it was to save her life. Whimpering and arching her hips desperately, the slayer twined her fingers into his hair and leaned her head against the cool tile to brace herself.

He teased her unmercifully with his tongue, barely brushing the point of it over her aching clit until she babbled some inane threat and pleaded softly. Deciding he’d tortured her enough, he attached the swollen nub with blunt teeth, flicking his tongue over it until she came with a hoarse cry that vaguely resembled his name. Smirking when she slid down to rest her head against his shoulder in a boneless heap, he kissed the crown of her head.

Buffy lazily traced the buttons of his jeans for long moments as she waited for her wits to return, feigning a dazed state far longer than necessary. Craftily, she popped the buttons open, distracting him by worrying one of his nipples between her teeth. When he was completely lost to the ministrations of her teeth and tongue, she pounced, impaling herself on his shaft gracefully.

“Oh, Hell…” he gasped, taken by surprise when he suddenly found himself engulfed in her heat.

The slayer lifted her head from his chest to watch the myriad of expressions that graced his features. Each time, he looked every bit as awed as he had the very first time she’d taken him in. He’d never looked more beautiful, surely, and she thought he’d also never looked so at peace. They decided simultaneously that the time for playfulness had passed, and both leaned forward to close the gap between them, their lips meeting in the middle.

Spike cupped her hips to angle her just so, and when she released a keening cry against his lips, he knew he’d found the perfect position. The rest, he left up to nature, and as Buffy rocked against him eagerly, he couldn’t help but groan. She muttered something unintelligible into his mouth, bracing her hands against his chest as her soft cries turned to desperate mewls of pleasure.

Each time the slayer tried to speed up the movements of her hips. Spike clasped them tightly to keep the steady pace, listening in delight to her whines. At length, when he could do little more than tremble and pant unnecessarily for breath, he found her clit and twisted it lightly. Her eyes wide with surprise, Buffy yelled as her climax burned through her, and she mindlessly urged Spike’s face against her throat.

He found the mark he’d left on her all those years ago and pierced the thick scar tissue with ease to soften the guttural roar that threatened to escape him as he came. Moving his hips lazily to coax the end of her pleasure from her, the vampire finally collapsed back against the tub with a ridiculous smile of perfect happiness. “Was that magic?”

“Uh huh,” Buffy mumbled.

“You all right, luv?”

“Fire bad, tree pretty.”

“Gotcha. Just don’t drool on me,” he teased.

“Hey!” She swatted his arm weakly, squealing when he stood and carried her from the tub to the bed. “Should I be insulted that I can hardly talk and you’re moving already?”

“I’ve got stamina, pet. S’why you love me.”

“Mmm… show me that stamina.”

Just as he was going to do that very thing, Spike heard a knock on the door. “Shit.”

“Eep.” Scrambling to climb under the blankets, Buffy drew them up until only her eyes and the top of her head could be seen.

“I see how it is,” Spike said grumpily, “you’ll leave me to face the wolves alone.” Righting his jeans, he moved to the door and jerked it open, a brow lifting in surprise when he saw Xander. “Errr… Hey, Harris.”

“Hey, Spike,” the man said pleasantly, which was never a good sign when Spike was concerned. “Do you know what’s on the other side of these walls?”

“Is this a trick question? Errr… insulation, some pipes, maybe?”

“MY HEAD!”

Wincing, Spike had the decency to look ashamed of himself. Buffy, from her cocoon of blankets, giggled. “Right, then. We’ll keep it down.”

“You do that.” With that, Xander stalked away, muttering something about shoddy sheetrock.

Closing the door behind him, Spike burst out laughing and launched himself onto the bed, landing beside the slayer. “That was close.”

“Uh huh… Now, where were we?” she asked coquettishly.

“Tricky,” Spike commented off-handedly as his hand stole beneath the blankets. “Right… about… here.”

Gasping, Buffy nodded emphatically. “What was our… um, our record?”

“Five hours, pet. You want to break it?”

“It’s gonna be soooo broken,” she declared, tackling him back against the bed with surprising speed.

“Break away, baby.”