Livin' Life in the Fastlane

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A/N
Thanks for the reviews, also it is kind of scary that I get more of them the less I tell you to write them. ;) This time I have not so much plot but more smutty goodness for you. I hope you like it. And as you can see we are nearing the end, only a few more chapters to come.
Hugs to all!

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Previously on Livin’ Life in the Fastlane:

Buffy and Spike meet Angel in the desert and make out the rules for the race Angel wants to make against Buffy. The personal backup Spike brought proved to be real and kind of supportive.

Chapter 17: We Still Kill The Old Way

Buffy stood frozen in her place. She couldn’t utter a single word. Spike had been telling the truth. Her boyfriend, who was now picking up the ruined coin from the desert ground, had connections to people who could hit such a small target with a bullet from a very far distance. At least she thought the distance must be high because she couldn’t see anyone around and there weren’t many things around to hide behind.

Spike slowly came up behind Buffy. He took a small leather string out of one of his duster pockets and put it through the coin that now was nothing more than a silver circle. Buffy didn’t recognize his movement until he was standing right behind her and putting the necklace he made out of the coin and the string around her neck. He knotted its ends behind her head and afterwards laid his head on her shoulder.

“Take it as a reminder that I’ll always be there for you” Spike whispered into her ear.

Suddenly Buffy turned around, anger clearly showing on her face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Buffy asked outraged “you hire people with rifles to threaten the man that has my kid sister and my best friend kept hostage. Tell me what would have happened to them if Angel had tried to pull any shit. You think they would have survived the minute one of those damn bullets had made contact with his head?”

“Everything would have been fine. Nothing would have happened to Red or the Nibblet” Spike answered in a calm voice.

“You are fucking insane, the minute Angel is hurt they die, you know nothing of it, the bastard is fucking dangerous…”

“Buffy stop it. There would have never been an injury to Angel or anybody else out here” Spike interrupted her rant.

“Oh and how can you be so sure of it? I don’t see you being in contact with those phantom snipers of yours? How can you know that there wouldn’t have been someone injured or even killed?” Buffy still yelled.

“Because I trained them” was his only answer.

“What?” Buffy’s voice became calmer. Definitely to calm Spike thought at that moment “Who are you, I don’t think I know you anymore, tell me who is William “Spike” Giles” she demanded.

Spike tried to take her in his arms to calm her down and to reassure her that she belonged to him but she made the step backwards that he took forwards and held up her hand.

“Spike. Talk. Now” she informed him and he acknowledged her business voice.

“Okay, luv, what do you want to hear?” he asked somehow defeated.

“For example how comes that you trained people who are more than capable to shoot the president from out here” sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“I trained them because I was their superior. You see we, people, we still kill the old way. So if you have somebody that you need to get rid of, you need people like me or them” Spike pointed out into the open desert “to get that kind of job done. I am an ex CIA-hitman” Spike replied in a flat voice.

“And when did you plan on telling me that little detail?” her voice was rising again.

“I thought it wouldn’t be necessary. You see that is a part of my past I wanted to put behind me. I wanted to make a fresh start and everything. And it went so well until that motherfucker had to come after you. I thought it would be better to come out here prepared. I was so scared. Not for myself, but that anything might happen to you so I called in a few old favours” he bent his head downwards. He couldn’t look her in the eyes, they were so full of disappointment.

“You should have told me” her voice was calm again.

“Yeah” he answered in a small voice still not looking at her “but I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Look at me” she suddenly demanded and Spike turned his head and found himself staring straight into hers mere inches away. She gave him a small kiss “don’t even start to believe that you are forgiven for pulling that little stunt on me, you will have to do some serious grovelling, but I want to thank you. The efforts you take to ensure the safety of me and the mine are more than anyone could have asked. I can’t even start to imagine how hard it must have been for you to abandon that kind of life and now be forced back into it because you want to protect me, so thank you.” With that she kissed him again.

When they broke apart Buffy started for the driver’s side of the green SUV.

“Come on Spike, it is late and I want to go home. I’ll drive and you can think of ways to make up to me” she told him and he, too, entered the car.

The ride back to L.A. was spent in silence. Both of them where lost in her their own thoughts. Spike knew he already was kind of forgiven, although she hadn’t voiced it yet. If he weren’t he would take the trip back to city by feet. In his head the naughtiest ways of “getting back in her good graces” were contemplated at the moment. He internally smiled to himself.

Buffy for her part was still thinking about her boyfriend’s past although she wasn’t mad at him anymore. He would have to suffer a bit for not telling her but nothing more. On the one hand she was scared. She knew that a background, such as Spikes, always had to have consequences that were dangerous. She was scared for him and his safety. On the other hand she thought it was the coolest thing ever. Who could maintain to have an ex CIA agent as a boyfriend. And it also gave her kind of a felling of security. She new Spike would protect her to the end of the world even if it would be in three days and she knew that he was more than capable to do so.

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They arrived at Buffy’s house about thirty minutes later. They parked the SUV in the garage and went for the house itself. Buffy settled in the living room and turned on the TV after she ordered Spike to go into the kitchen and make some coffee. They had to make plans for the next three days and therefore they needed to be awake.

Spike returned with two steaming cups of coffee ten minutes later and settled onto the couch next to Buffy, still keeping some distance to her, after he put the two cups on the small coffee table in front of the couch.

“Spike?” Buffy queried and he turned his head to look at her “we have to make plans for the remaining three days and I can’t think when my feet are aching like they are now. So as the bad boyfriend you have been would you please so nice to give them a relaxing massage?” her eyes revealed a small smiling glint.

“I accept my punishment and will do so your honors” he replied. He knew that he was “punished” for that little incident in the desert. Although he somehow thought that this kind of punishment would never be found in any book. To him it was more of a treat than a punishment but he wouldn’t tell her. Not that she would suddenly change her mind. So he started by pulling her socks from her feet until they lay bare on his lap. He started to massage them thoroughly and Buffy started to relax.

“So about the next days” Spike started to talk when he saw her closing her eyes “what do you have in mind, luv?”

“Well, we first need to see that Xander is game again in three days so he can take Dawn and Willow somewhere safe when we meet with Angel. Then we need – oh yeah right there this feels good keep doing that” she suddenly moaned in reply to Spike’s action. A mischievous little smirk crept over his face at the sounds she gave. Somehow her punishment worked quite in the favour of his idea of some kind of “grovelling” and making-up.

“You were saying, pet?” Spike smiled at her.

“Well next – aah – “she had a hard time forming coherent sentences. Somehow Spike’s way of massaging her feet was like sex itself. It felt like he was making love to her feet and it surely got her needy in other places.

“Next we need to get your ride and prepare it for the race. Ungh, that means we have to put even more power into it. Better be safe than sorry.”

“Anything else?” Spike asked while he started to take his “massage” a little bit more north than from its original location. When he reached her calves he started to rub and mould them until they were feeling like Jell-O in his hands. Somehow Buffy got the feeling that Spike’s punishment wasn’t a punishment anymore but she couldn’t stop him to have her revenge. She was powerless to his touch.

“Yeah, one last – oh Spike – thing, we need a kind of safety house where – ungh – Xander, Willow and Dawn can go while I race Angel and – oh God – where we can meet if something goes wrong” that wasn’t any kind of punishment anymore. Buffy definitely knew that this was foreplay, and she liked it.

“Okay, baby, understood. So now that we put the business behind us, what are you plans for the rest of the evening?” Spike asked in his sultriest voice.

“Well – ooh – since you are so good at grovelling I thought I’ll let you do it a bit more so that you are punished right and proper” Spike gave a low chuckle to her bad imitation of his accent that sent tingles straight to her core.

She felt Spike’s hand slowly reaching for her soaking wet panties and stroking her mound through the fabric. Her hips bucked of the couch at first contact but were stopped in their movement by Spike’s body that slowly advanced up to meet hers. Her head fell over the arm support and exposed her neck to her lover. He licked it upwards over the jaw line until he reached the shell of her ear. He kept on stroking her and he knew she was close.

“Oh yeah, baby, you are so close I can feel it. Do it Buffy, come for me” he whispered into her ear. Buffy moaned loudly in response. She felt that familiar tingle start deep in her womb and her whole body tensed in expectation. When Spike softly bit her earlobe she came for the first time screaming his name.

“I love it when you scream my name” he kept murmuring in her ear while his hands travelled upwards to the hem of her shirt “I will make you scream it all night. I’m gonna make you come so hard, baby, you will feel so good…”

He managed to open her bra under her shirt and started to give her breasts a thorough treatment with his hands. She hadn’t even come down from the first orgasm as she felt the tingling starting again while Spike was moulding her left breast deliberately missing her nipple.

“Please Spike …” Buffy moaned.

“Tell me, Buffy what should I do for you, how can I make you feel even better.”

“You… ooh … your mouth, please Spike, I need you mouth on me… “she whimpered.

Never one to deny a lady Spike took of her shirt when she lifted her arms and descended downwards to her breasts. He caught one of her rock-hard peaks into his mouth and lightly bit it. Buffy wriggled underneath him. She was lost in pure bliss, she thought she might pass out form the pleasure.

Spike kept on with his sweet torture now nursing her other nipple with his mouth. His hand again found her mound and he slowly pulled off her panties. He started to stroke her now free neither lips and felt Buffy tensing again under him. He found her clit and sent her over the edge again by giving it a small pinch. He watched as she closed her eyes and threw her head from side to side in orgasmic bliss. He kept on with the foreplay and slowly advanced onto her neither regions and started to lick her pussy thoroughly, lapping up everything she was willing to spend.

Buffy was sure she would pass out if he kept going on with his torture. She tried to speak but nothing coherent would leave her mouth. “Spike… aaah… in me… oh God…please now” was everything she was able to utter.

“Oh no baby, not so soon, I’ve got something better for you, I will make you feel so good…” was his reply before he returned licking and stroking her neither regions with his tongue. He slowly entered two fingers into her tight passage stretching her for what was to come. He felt her inner walls starting to tighten around his fingers and started to free his prominent erection. When he felt Buffy closing in on her third orgasm he sucked her clit into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hard swollen nub. Her hips bucked off the couch and Spike gave it a flick with his tongue. Buffy went over the edge screaming his name again. Suddenly Spike pulled his fingers out of her and replaced them with his cock. He entered her in one swift motion and was buried up to the hilt. That action sent Buffy into the next orgasm and she experienced her first multiple. The feeling was so intense that her vision went black and she saw stars.

When she came down from her high she felt Spike pumping into her with long strokes. She didn’t know it was possible to have the mother of all orgasms and be turned on again the second one returns from land of pure bliss.

“Look at me baby... yeah there you are” Spike softly whispered into her ear” like what I do to you baby… you are so hot, so tight so wet for me…”

“Oh God… ungh… yes Spiiikeee…” Buffy uttered syllables. She started to move her hips against him to match his strokes, his pelvic bone hitting her clit whenever they met. When they both neared their orgasm together Spike started to piston into her and Buffy’s moans changed into yells. They came together screaming the other one’s name on their way into oblivion.

Spike rolled off of her to the side so that both of them were lying next to each other on the couch. He reached for the blanket from yesterday and enveloped both of them in it. He nuzzled Buffy’s neck as she still seemed to be in a land far, far away.

“So baby, tell me, am I forgiven for my not telling you about my past?” he asked when Buffy seemed to be back on planet earth.

“Definitely” she turned her head to give him a kiss” and the word “grovelling” definitely got a new description in my dictionary” she told him with a smile before both of them fell asleep.

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To be continued…

Upcoming: Chapter 18: Going Down in Flames