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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,183
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 15
Chapter 15
*ding!*
“The captain has turned off the seatbelt light. You are now free to move about the plane. Please keep your seatbelts on when...”
Buffy stood up and stretched her arms, and gave Spike a conspiratorial wink. She moved behind their seats to the restroom exclusive to the First Class patrons. She locked the door and began counting under her breath.
“Five, six, seven...”
As soon as Spike heard the click of the lock he began counting under his breath. “...Eight, nine, ten..”
When Buffy got into the teens she reached under her short, flippy skirt and pulled her panties off, giggling while counting. “...Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three...”
Spike stood, stretched, and began to move about the cabin, now counting in his head. “Twenty-six, twenty-seven...” At the count of thirty, he heard a click, opened the door and slipped in, locking it behind him. He was awarded for his patience with the sight of Buffy leaning back on the sink’s edge, skirt pulled up and fingers lightly teasing her curls. She smirked at him and said, “Care to fly the friendly skies?”
He came at her furious with need, hands in her hair, tongue seeking hers. Her hands were working at his zipper, her own needs driving hersionsion. She gave a little laugh when she succeeded and took him in her hands. He had to take a step back to accommodate the hold she had on him. She used both hands to stroke him; her pointed toe tracing up and down the back of his jeans.
Spike loved what she was doing, but he loved other things more. He slid one hand that was resting on her thigh up and between her legs, lightly pinching and stroking her. He could feel how wet she was for him, and when her head began to hang forward and her eyes closed, he moved forward forcing her to let go of him. He held one leg high in the air by the back of her thigh and teased her opening with his cock. She held on to the edge of the counter and lifted up and shifted her hips forward, forcing him to enter.
Slowly he pushed all the way forward and held himself there. Buffy opened her mouth slightly and let a small moan escape. With a circular motion, Spike slowly pulled out, Buffy clenching him tightly the whole way. With more ferocity he became to pump into her, but always taking his time with leaving.
Buffy lifted her other leg and Spike, understanding, held it. She was now free to rock back and forth while balanced on her hands, forcing him into her as deeply as possible. She bit her lip to control the gasps of pleasure bubbling out of her. When she felt him lean forward and bite gently on her neck, it shifted him just enough that he was hitting her in juuuuust the right spot. Abruptly she sat down on the counter and threw her hand over her mouth to stop the scream that almost came out unfiltered.
Spike held tightly to her legs and rested his head on the mirror behind her, his final thrusts bringing him about quickly. He let go of her legs and held her; she snaked her legs around his waist. She needed to feel him everywhere.
After their breathing slowed he pulled away and grinned at her. “Please remember that membership has its privileges.”
She laughed and hopped off the counter. “Just as long as I’m the only member. I’ve never flown First Class before. Much nicer facilities.”
They straightened themselves up, and made their plans for escape. Buffy left first, then Spike followed several seconds later. The steward came by a few minutes later with blankets and pillows. After Buffy took the extra pillow offered her, the steward leaned over and whispered, “the bathroom by the cockpit is a little larger.” Then winked and gave an appreciative look at her traveling companion. He looked at Buffy with a smirk and hummed, “mm hmm.” After four of her five shades of red receded, Spike leaned over and asked, “want to check it out when we’re over the Atlantic?”
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*ding!*
“The captain has turned off the seatbelt light. You are now free to move about the plane. Please keep your seatbelts on when...”
Buffy stood up and stretched her arms, and gave Spike a conspiratorial wink. She moved behind their seats to the restroom exclusive to the First Class patrons. She locked the door and began counting under her breath.
“Five, six, seven...”
As soon as Spike heard the click of the lock he began counting under his breath. “...Eight, nine, ten..”
When Buffy got into the teens she reached under her short, flippy skirt and pulled her panties off, giggling while counting. “...Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three...”
Spike stood, stretched, and began to move about the cabin, now counting in his head. “Twenty-six, twenty-seven...” At the count of thirty, he heard a click, opened the door and slipped in, locking it behind him. He was awarded for his patience with the sight of Buffy leaning back on the sink’s edge, skirt pulled up and fingers lightly teasing her curls. She smirked at him and said, “Care to fly the friendly skies?”
He came at her furious with need, hands in her hair, tongue seeking hers. Her hands were working at his zipper, her own needs driving hersionsion. She gave a little laugh when she succeeded and took him in her hands. He had to take a step back to accommodate the hold she had on him. She used both hands to stroke him; her pointed toe tracing up and down the back of his jeans.
Spike loved what she was doing, but he loved other things more. He slid one hand that was resting on her thigh up and between her legs, lightly pinching and stroking her. He could feel how wet she was for him, and when her head began to hang forward and her eyes closed, he moved forward forcing her to let go of him. He held one leg high in the air by the back of her thigh and teased her opening with his cock. She held on to the edge of the counter and lifted up and shifted her hips forward, forcing him to enter.
Slowly he pushed all the way forward and held himself there. Buffy opened her mouth slightly and let a small moan escape. With a circular motion, Spike slowly pulled out, Buffy clenching him tightly the whole way. With more ferocity he became to pump into her, but always taking his time with leaving.
Buffy lifted her other leg and Spike, understanding, held it. She was now free to rock back and forth while balanced on her hands, forcing him into her as deeply as possible. She bit her lip to control the gasps of pleasure bubbling out of her. When she felt him lean forward and bite gently on her neck, it shifted him just enough that he was hitting her in juuuuust the right spot. Abruptly she sat down on the counter and threw her hand over her mouth to stop the scream that almost came out unfiltered.
Spike held tightly to her legs and rested his head on the mirror behind her, his final thrusts bringing him about quickly. He let go of her legs and held her; she snaked her legs around his waist. She needed to feel him everywhere.
After their breathing slowed he pulled away and grinned at her. “Please remember that membership has its privileges.”
She laughed and hopped off the counter. “Just as long as I’m the only member. I’ve never flown First Class before. Much nicer facilities.”
They straightened themselves up, and made their plans for escape. Buffy left first, then Spike followed several seconds later. The steward came by a few minutes later with blankets and pillows. After Buffy took the extra pillow offered her, the steward leaned over and whispered, “the bathroom by the cockpit is a little larger.” Then winked and gave an appreciative look at her traveling companion. He looked at Buffy with a smirk and hummed, “mm hmm.” After four of her five shades of red receded, Spike leaned over and asked, “want to check it out when we’re over the Atlantic?”
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