End of Days

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Title: End of Days

Chapter: Chapter Sixteen – The Date (part one)

Author: Queen Akasha

Rating: NC17 in some chapters



Summary: B/S. Season Seven. Buffy and Spike go on a date in exotic Cairo. Maybe Spike will even get a little action if he plays his cards right.

Disclaimer: Last night I dreamed that my love affair with Spike was all in my head. I dreamed that he wasn’t a real person, and that vampires were made up. It was a nasty dream. Remind me not to eat peanut butter and bacon sandwiches before bed any more.

Spoilers: This is my fictional season seven. Anything up to the end of S6 is fair game. I’m Alternate Universe from about "Normal Again."

Distribution: Sure! Let me know and I’ll even send you updates!!

 


"What should I wear, Spike?" Buffy asked excitedly, wrapping a large towel around herself. They had the evening to themselves, and Spike had actually, and strangely enough, nervously, asked Buffy to go out on a date with him. She instantly agreed, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. He then sent her to shower, giving him the chance to make some phone calls. She had invited him to accompany her in the shower, but he had laughed and said, "Buffy, naked showering together sounds great, but I want to take you out on the town. And we both know that if we get naked and wet together, we very likely won’t leave this room." She agreed, giggling, and went to shower on her own.

Spike looked at her appreciatively. Water droplets glistened on her damp, tanned skin. She unselfconsciously dropped the towel on the floor and stood in the nude rummaging in her suitcase, finding a lacy lavender bra and matching panties. He admired the curve of her buttocks as she stepped into her barely there underwear. His palms itched to mold to her breasts like the cups of her bra did, and he felt an irrational jealousy for her lingerie. If he died, he hoped he was reincarnated as Buffy’s panties. Buffy noticed his appraisal and smiled at him. "Spike," she said gently, "did you hear me?"

"Sorry, love," he smiled. "Just admiring the merchandise." He shifted positions slightly, as his burgeoning erection was becoming uncomfortable. *Later,* he told it.

"That’s OK, sailor," she replied. "But I did ask you a question. What should I wear?"

"Anything at all’s fine, love," he answered, "because we’re going shopping first."

"Shopping?" Buffy squealed excitedly, sounding more like a fifteen year old girl than a mature woman of twenty one.

"That’s right, pet," Spike said. "A whole new outfit for the both of us."

"And then where are we going?" she wanted to know.

"Well, that you’ll just have to wait for," he grinned cockily at her. "I hope you’ll enjoy the evening."

Spike hopped in the shower quickly, while Buffy dressed in jeans and a plain white tee shirt. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, and it was Buffy’s turn to admire the view. *God, he’s so hot,* she thought, letting her eyes drift down the sculpted marble of his chest to the dark tuft of hair under his navel. The towel stopped her visual exploration, but as she glanced down she saw that her perusal of Spike’s body had an effect on him – the towel was tented over his erection. She looked up and met his eyes. They shone with unaffected love for her. *How could I have believed that Spike wasn’t capable of love?* she thought, shaking her head at her own stupidity. She walked over to him and leaned into his lips, kissing him at first gently, and then with a rising passion. She felt a tingling beginning between her legs, and the crotch of her panties was getting damp. She ran her hands gently down his muscular back, enjoying the feel of silk over steel. *His skin’s as soft as a woman’s,* she thought bemusedly. *I wonder what he uses?* She pulled away, letting out an unladylike snort at the thought of Spike shopping for body moisturizers and skin creams. He cocked his eyebrow and smiled indulgently down at her. "Care to share, pet?" he wheedled.

"Nope," she laughed and leaned in for another kiss. His hands reached up and tangled in her damp hair, palms gently cupping the base of her skull. He kissed her with such intensity that she felt faint. She pressed her breasts against his still damp chest, liking the way her sensitive nipples rubbed against the lacy fabric of her bra. He pushed her away slightly, and then reached down and hooked the bottom of her tee shirt, lifting it over her head. She obligingly lifted her arms to assist him. He then put his hands where they had wanted to be before, cupping a firm breast in each palm. He gently rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure.

"Tell me, love, what’s the joke." He grinned wickedly at her before dipping his head down to feast on her breast through the lacy cotton of her bra. The damp and slightly scratchy fabric tortured her nipples. He lightly bit and suckled her right breast while his hand rhythmically squeezed the left one. His other hand dipped down to her jeans, undoing the button and slowly tugging down the zipper. He snaked his hand in under her panties, combing through her soft curls before teasing her throbbing clit. "Spike," she hissed against his mouth. "I want ……….."

A loud knock on the door caused them both to jump. "What the fuck!" Spike growled. "Who’s there?" he called out angrily.

"Your ride has arrived, sir," a lilting, accented voice called through the door.

"Oh," Spike said. "Be right there, mate," he called out, removing his hand from Buffy’s panties and causing her to whimper. He gently zipped up her pants, and handed her her tee shirt. "Better get dressed, love," he said, sliding on his jockeys and jeans.

"But, Spike," she pouted, "I wanna have you."

He smiled. "I promise you will, sweetheart. But we have only one night and there’s some stuff I want you to see. We’ll continue this soon, I promise."

"OK," she said. "But you’re not much of a gentleman, getting a girl all worked up and then leaving her cold."

"You’re not the only one worked up," he replied, motioning down at his erection, that was currently causing a little problem in the buttoning of the jeans department. "Down, boy," he frowned.

Buffy giggled and slipped on her tee-shirt. When Spike put his on, she noticed that they were both dressed alike in blue jeans and white tees. "Oh, how cute," she laughed. "My boyfriend’s wearing the same outfit as me."

Spike jerked, as if receiving a jolt of electricity. He looked at Buffy with naked longing on his face. "What did you call me?" he asked.

Buffy smiled up at him. "I guess you’re my boyfriend, Spike. So that would make me your girlfriend."

Spike grabbed her and crushed her against his chest. "God, Buffy, I love you," he whispered in her ear. "And I love you, Spike," she whispered back. She pushed him away and said, "Well? Are we going or not?"

"We’re going, love," Spike replied, leading her to the door. "M’lady, your carriage awaits," he said, throwing open the door with a flourish.

"Oh, God, Spike," Buffy gasped. "Is that our ride?" When he nodded, smiling, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "It’s so cool!"

"I know," he said. "Shall we go?"

 
 
 
TBC

 
 
A/N
The date looks like it’s going to be a fairly long one so I’ll have to do it in parts – maybe even three or four. I hope she likes what he has planned. I think she’ll be very, very grateful. We’ll see soon ………….