Father of the Brat

Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Buffy. It all belongs to Joss Whedon. I just borrow it. I'm not making any money from this, it's purely for fun.

A/N: Whew! I not only got all my financial aid taken care of (thanks for the well wishes, by the way!) but I was able to get another chapter out! Looks like this writer's block is gone. *crosses fingers* Again, thanks to everyone who's been reading this and reviewing this (whether it's here or at Spuffy Archives, ^_^). It helps a lot when I'm trying to figure out what I want to happen next. Anyway, finally, some Spuffy action...hope you all enjoy! And please, don't forget to review! ~_^

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Buffy’s mind was blank. There was no coherent thought and she didn’t think that she’d be able to form one if her life depended on it.

Who knew that Spike was so good with his mouth? she wondered. And if she felt like this with her clothes on, she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like when they got the clothes off. Spike leaned down and nipped at her the spot where shoulder and neck met. Her eyes fluttered close and she gripped his shoulders a bit tighter.

He began to apply light suction to the spot as one of his hands began to glide up her side, smoothly sliding up and under her shirt, lifting it as he went. Buffy bit her bo lip lip to keep from crying out as his hand slid over from her side to her front, cupping one breast through her bra. His thumb began to slide lightly back and forth across her nipple and Buffy couldn’t stop the moan from escaping at the sensations he was causing in her.

Spike lifted his head and looked back up to see that Buffy had closed her eyes and he nudged her body up a bit so that he could take her shirt off completely. It fell to the floor as he looked down, studying the black lace that was the only barrier between him and her skin. His gaze slid back up to her face.

“Buffy.” He said softly. “Open your eyes.” Slowly her eyes opened and she looked up at him. He gave her a slow smile. “Keep them on mine.” He told her in a low voice as he lowered his mouth to hers, one leg slipping between hers. As his lips played lightly over hers, Buffy fought the temptation to close her eyes to savor the feeling.

And then she realized that she didn’t have to.

Looking up into his eyes as they kissed had to be one of the most intense things that Buffy had ever experienced. As her lips parted under his, his tongue slid into her mouth and she mimicked the movement. But this was different than the last kiss. This wasn’t a battle to see who would win, this was a slow exploration of each other that built more tension between the two, little by little.

They were both breathless by the time Spike pulled back. His eyes still on Buffy’s, he began to move lower down bodybody. Buffy shivered as she felt his breath fanning her skin, but she never looked away. Her own eyes widened as his lips closed around her breast through the lace. She felt his tongue swirl around her nipple and her hips bucked up a little.

He bit down lightly, causing a strangled cry to escape Buffy. Spike slid a hand up her bare arm to slip a single finger under the strap of her bra. His other hand had worked itself beneath her body to find the clasp and he kept his eyes on hers as he undid it, only lifting his mouth from her so that the scrap of lace could join her top on the floor. And then he was returning to continue his onslaught to her without any barriers.

He was barely touching her with anything but his lips and she had never been so aroused in her life. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire and she could feel each feeling building up in her everytime that he touched her.

Now his hands were caressing her sides as they moved down to the top of her jeans. One hand slipped under the waistband and he moved it from side to side, grazing her skin with his knuckles before he removed his hand and placed it on the button.

Neither one of them had broken the look that they were sharing throughout this and still they kept their eyes locked as he undid the button and slid the zipper down, using both his hands to push her jeans down and off, taking her shoes with them. Her underwear followed in what felt to her like one long caress. He lowered his body over hers and it was one of the most frustrating feelings in the world not to feel his skin against hers. She shuddered as he began to slide down her body, cloth scraping against skin.

Buffy let out a gasp and Spike grinned slowly as he reached his destination. She stared down at him, waiting to see what he would do, tensing a bit as she felt his breath brush over her most sensitive spot.

“Look…watch what I do to you…” he told her in a voice so low it was practically a whisper. She shivered and then her hands clenched in the cushions as he moved forward and licked her in one long stroke. Her hips arched up and he settled his hands on them to prevent that. As her breath came in short gasps, he plunged his tongue into her, demonstrating what he was going to be doing to her. Once again, Buffy was fighting not to close her eyes.

He pulled away, licking his lips as he slid back up her body, his hand moving between them to cup her as he leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. One finger, then two slipped inside her and she moaned against his mouth.

Spike stared down at her as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, watching each expression that flitted over her face. He watched as her eyes began to darken to a deeper green, watched as they glazed over and became blind as she clenched around his fingers, crying out as she came against his hand.

Buffy’s eyes fluttered closed as she went limp beneath him and he pulled his fingers out of her, moving back and off of her. Her eyes opened at this, to see him standing next to the couch.

“Spike…” she began.

“Shh…we’re going to the bedroom.” He told her, sliding his hands under her knees and behind her lderlders, lifting her into his arms.

“I can walk, you know.” Buffy said in a soft voice as he carried her into the room. He glanced down at her as he set her down on the bed.

“I know.” was the only reply. Buffy watched as he kicked off his shoes, leaving him barefoot and then she stopped him as he reached for the bottom of his shirt. He looked at her, a question in his eyes, and she smiled up at him.

“Let me.”

Understanding dawned in his eyes and he moved closer to her. She reached and grasped the front of his shirt pulling him down to her so that he was partially kneeling on the bed. Her hands slid down his chest to the bottom of his shirt as she leaned up and kissed him, tugging lightly at his bottom lip with her teeth. He shuddered a bit as she scraped her nails lightly down his front before she began to lift his shirt, pulling back only when she had to so that she could throw it to the floor. She looked up at him from under her lashes as she licked her lips and then leaned forward, dragging her lips down the side of his neck and to his chest, almost in an imitation of what he’d done to her earlier.

She paused as she reached his nipple, nipping at it with her teeth before soothing it with her tongue, causing him to moan. She swirled her tongue around his nipple before moving to the other side of his chest to give it the same treatment as she undid the button of his jeans.

Her hands slid around from his front to his back and back again, stopping at the zipper of his jeans. Slowly she lowered it, slipping her hands inside to push them down so that they fell to his ankles. She lifted her leg, using her foot to push them the rest of the way off, her mind blanking just a bit as she realized that Spike was wearing nothing beneath the jeans.

She slid backwards on the bed, pulling Spike with her, before rolling them over so that she was on top. Buffy leaned down, trailing her tongue down his chest and moving down on his body. She paused and looked up at him to find him staring down at her, his eyes so intense they had darkened to a midnight blue. She kept her eyes on his, silently repeating his earlier request back at him, as she leaned a bit lower and lightly swirled her tongue around the head of his penis. He tensed and let out a hiss as her hands slid down his thighs and her lips closed over just the tip of him.

“Wait.” He said in a slightly breathless voice. She pulled back and looked up at him, wondering if she’d done something wrong, wondering why he would ask her to stop.

“And if I want to return the favor?” she asked him softly. He smiled a bit.

“Much as I’d like that, love, I’d much rather be inside you.” he told her. “You don’t have to. That was for you.” Buffy stared at him as she realized what he was telling her. He reached out, grasping her shoulders and pulled her back up so that he could kiss her. His tongue swept into her mouth as she seemed to melt into him as a wave of want washed over her. He flipped them over so that their positions were reversed and he stared down at her. He slid a leg between hers, opening her to him and then he pulled back just a fraction so that he could look down at her as he slid into her.

Buffy moaned as she felt Spike enter her and she slid one leg up his until it wrapped around his waist. Spike slid one of his hands up so that it could grip one of hers and he began to move, thrusting in and out of her slowly. He lowered his forehead to hers, his eyes closing for just a minute. She was tight around him and he loved the way it felt as he moved within her. He opened his eyes again and he slowed down his thrusts, drawing them out.

She arched her back, causing him to go deeper and Spike let out a groan, sliding a hand beneath her so that he could hold her there. The move caused Buffy to clench her muscles around him and Spike let out another moan.

“Bloody hell.” he breathed. He began to thrust qer aer and Buffy tightened her grip on his hand. When he felt Buffy’s inner muscles start to flutter around him, he pulled out as much as he could without actually leaving her body before thrusting all the way back in.

Buffy came, tightening around Spike, and the feel caused him to follow soon after.

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Spike let out a breath as he lowered his forehead to Buffy’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss there before he rolled over, wrapping his arms around her waist. Buffy raised her head, looking up at him. She studied him silently and he stared back at her steadily.

“We’ll have to talk about this, you know.” He told her quietly. She nodded.

“I know.” she replied. She lay her head back down, closing her eyes and he ran a hand up her back, making a mental note to go get her clothes out off the living room floor before morning. They would talk about it. They’d have to eventually.

For now, they’d sleep. He closed his eyes and soon, they were doing just that.