Memory Redux

A/N: Help! Would someone let me know how to get italics and bold in my document on FanFiction? I would really appreciate it. madrog@sunnydale-tales.com.


Chapter 17 Cavemen


Once they were driving on the main road towards his flat, questions began swirling around in Spike’s head. Swirl, swirl, swirling enough that he felt like a motion sick pogo horse on a merry-go-round. Looking to regain his mental equilibrium, he stepped off the merry-go-around to find some answers. “Pet, after we saw that X-men movie several months ago and those three wankers stopped us as we left the theater, you told me then that you didn’t know how to fight. That you didn’t have any idea how to do a spin kick.” He hated to bring up the fight in the alley after which she had run away, running from him just as Buffy would do in Sunnydale, but he just needed to know if this reality was tilting a little more towards the old one.

With her head slightly tilted, Beth gazed at his profile. “Color me confused here. Giles has been teaching me to fight since I was in tenth grade. I’m sure I told you before since I tell you everything else about me. Memory deprived much? To recap, when he was the librarian at Sunnydale High, I worked out after school with him in the library. When I graduated and Giles started his own business, we trained in a workout room that Xander and Ryan, my stiff ass boyfriend at the time, made for me in the back of the Magic Box. Self defense stuff mostly, but Giles says that I’ve gotten pretty good in defense and offense. That’s a big complement from Giles. Usually he just gives suggestions on how to improve.”

‘Pretty good?’ Spike thought. ‘Right. She was at slayer level of good tonight and was just as glorious after a fight, all revved up and looking for somewhere to redirect her energy. And I’m just the man to help her blow off steam. But bugger, bugger, bugger. One more piece of the slayer’s life puzzle had indeed slipped back into place in this reality. Buffy, the vampire slayer, had surfaced to save Spike, the master vampire. Thanks for the help, but sod the whole situation all to hell.’

Caught up in his thoughts, Spike hadn’t noticed the gleam in Beth’s eyes and her tongue pressed against the back of her front teeth, only the tip showing. Truthfully, he shouldn’t have noticed since he was looking forward, driving, but he did notice when her hand touched his thigh. “I saw you fight there at the end, William. Fighting made me hot. Watching you fight made me even hotter.” She began massaging his thigh. “And getting hotter. Is it always like that for you during and after fights?”

That little, delicate hand was deliciously distracting, and thankfully Spike easily knew the answer to her question. He still dreamed about Buffy, fights, and what could happen afterwards. “Yes, love, fights always jazz me up. As for the hot and bothered, that only happens with you, making me feel all caveman-ish.” Her hand moved up higher but not high enough to touch any important parts. “Hmmm.”

Bemilemiled when she felt his muscles tense and his pants grow tight as he grew hard. She felt satisfaction when she heard his groan. “Caveman, huh? Does that mean that you will throw me over your shoulder and carry me away?” Her voice was still teasing but sultry.

“Listen, little missy, you are playing with fire.” Spike hazarded a quick glance at her.

Her hand moved up to cup his balls and stiff shaft and began to fondle him in earnest. But she teased him again with her words. “No, William, I’m not playing with fire. I am playing with your hot cock. Now say we do play caveman, does that mean that you will also drag me around by my hair?”

Spike sharply pulled the car into an all night grocery parking lot and drove to the back away from any other cars. At the unexpected movements of the car, her grip tightened between his legs, causing Spike to moan louder. After he put the car in park, he covered her hand with his own, not restraining hnot not pushing or guiding her, just resting on the top of her hand as he took a deep breath. Beth watched his eyes roll up before his lids shut. When she moved her fingers again, she paid special attention to the head of his now bulging shaft, Beth tightened and released her grip, rubbing her thump across the tip.

He slowly blew out the breath he had been holding whether he needed it or not and then bit his upper lip as her touch sent shivers up his spine. Bracing himself for the loss of the contact of her hand, he paused and then opened his door, got out, slammed it shut, opened the back seat door and climbed in. All in one smooth motion. And all Beth got out of her mouth was, “Huh…Wha…” Before Spike reached forward and grabbed her hair. She squeaked as his grip in her hair tightened, and he started pulling her into the back seat. “Now, now, pet. You’re the one who mentioned dragging you by the hair.”

“But I didn’t mean right now.” The words came out shocked but also hinted at her interest as she moved along with his hand.

As he pulled her between the two buckets seats, he laid back along the bench seat and guided her body to lie on top of his. His free hand immediately went to her ass and the other let go of her hair to roll her just enough to cup her breast. Beth moaned into his mouth as their lips met. Lifting his hips, Spike ground his erection between her legs, against that lace of her thong, since her skirt was so short. He could feel the wetness between her legs beginning to soak through his jeans. Both moved and rubbed, always keeping their pelvises together. And oh, how good it felt grinding against her, her against him. His hand on her ass moved down past her skirt to push her thong aside and run his middle finger between the crack of her ass. With the other hand, he rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, listening to her moans.

Abruptly pulling back, Beth panted, gasping for sanity as much as air. “Hey…Fred Flintstone…some…someone will see us.”

“Then keep your head down.” He pulled her back down, smashing her lips down on his own.

She groaned before she pulled away again. “I feel like we’re teenagers making out in the back seat of a car…” He managed to bring her down for another kiss before she continued, “…making out until security or someone busts them.” When she broke their kiss again, she put both hands on his chest and pushed, hoping to keep his head on the seat.

Running his index finger across her swollen lips, Spike looked up at her face framed by her golden hair hanging down, brushing the sides his face. “I love you.” That’s all it took for Beth.

Their kisses were hungry, fierce. Spike reached back under her skirt and ripped off her thong before changing their positions, maneuvering until he was on top. Their mouths never broke contact as they turned. He slid his hand between them, pulling her skirt up enough to allow his fingers access to her folds, her clit, sliding into her wet channel. Two fingers sln ann and out of her heat. Beth whimpered as she felt his fingers leave her just before she heard the sound of his zipper. Then his fingers were back, rubbing her swollen clit as she felt his shaft slide into her, filling her.

She arched up into him as she cried out. “Yes…yes, William. Please.” His voice low and raw with desire, he answered her call, “Fuck yes…so wet, so hot.” That’s when she realized that he was going to make her come too soon. Even an hour would be too soon.

Spike was confused when he felt her wiggle out from under him and managed to flip him onto his back, with her ending up straddling him. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it a few times before rubbing the head across her wet entrance and then against her hyper-sensitive clit. “Oh Professor, I am so glad you made time to tutor me. I wasn’t real clear about your lecture on cavemen’s and cavewomen’s mating habits.” She placed his cock at her entrance and forcibly sat down. She smiled, listening to his sharp, loud gasp. She sat still for a few moments. “What? No words of wisdom?”

Spike’s voice came out choked. “I thought…you were the one worried…ah…about getting caught.”

With him deep inside of her, she moved her hips, sliding against his pubic hair, forward and backward, punctuating her words. “I. Don’t. Care. See, Professor Williams, I really need to pass your exam.”

Adjusting to an unexpected Beth roll-playing game, Spike’s scarred eyebrow rose as he leered up at her. He could definitely play the Perverted Professor. “One of the first things you need to learn is that in this position, cavewomen MOVED UP and DOWN, Beth.”

Still not making a move, Beth shook her head at him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. How un-professor-like of you. It’s Ms. Summers.”

“Ok, Ms. Summers then.” Spike tried to lift his hips up, but she used her hands to help push him down and then scratched her nails across his sensitive nipples. “Oh, for God’s sake. At least the cavewomen moved someway, anyway when mating.”

Beth lifted up until only the head of his cock was in her wet opening. “How’s this, Professor Williams?” Then she move up and down, only allowing the first couple inches of his shaft to slide in and out. She just laughed at his growl.

“Deeper, Ms. Summers. They went DEEPER.” He could barely talk through his clinched teeth.

She obliged…but only half of his shaft was now sliding in and out. “How’s this, Professor?”

“Grrrhh…” Spike resigned himself to her sweet torture and playful antics. “Ms. Summers, you’re doing better but a cavewoman would take him in comple...” Spike cried out when she slammed down on him, finally taking him completely into her folds as he wanted.

“Now Professor Williams, you said they moved.” Still staying down where the lips of her sex were rubbing against his curly short hairs as before, Beth began to move forward and backwards again. “How’s that?”

‘How’s that? How’s that!!. The bint’s out of her bloody gourd!’ Spike ranted in his own mind. With his head thrown back and emitting a growl from deep down inside his throat, he could think but not manage words. A “not” was the only answer he could muster to her question.

Little did Spike know that Beth was experimenting, and judging from his groans and the veins popping out on the side of his neck, the experiment was a definite success. When she changed her motions to side to side, his head shot up, and with wide eyes, he nodded his head vigorously. To Spike, the forward and back motion was similar to moving in and out but different. Side to side was altogether different, giving him new sensations from the root of his cock to the head.

Beth’s smile was a pure feminine “I gotcha” look. “So professor, do I get an A?” She was surprised when he shook his head no. She froze. He opened his eyes and smirked. “No, that only earns you a B, Ms. Summers.”

“Ah, this must be the challenge part of the exam, is it? Let’s see how you grade this.” Still keeping his cock deeply inside of her, she began to slowly rotate her hips in small circles.

Spike hands tightened their grip on her hips, tight enough to probably see bruises the next day but not enough to stop her. It took Spike some time to speak again. “Your grade is…ahh…improving…but still needs…grhhh… some work.” The last words came out through gritted teeth as she was already responding to his taunt.

“Just improving?” She rotated her hips in circles more. What she didn’t know was that Spike was straining, trying to hold back his orgasm as she had before and stay in the blissful high she had thrown him into. Her words barely were registering. “Ok, professor. There is one more concept I just don’t quite get. That T spot, C spot, D…or is it the V spot for vagina?”

Spike was saved from losing it by their little game which brought him back from the edge of his release. Spike’s eyes glittered in the indirect light of the street lamps. “G. It’s the G spot, Miss Summers. The caveman knew just how to rub that spot right, leaving his woman screaming. Let me give you a demonstration. A little hands on.” This payback for the little teasing minx will be fun. Placing his hand on each side of her hips, he raised her further up on her knees and suppressed his groan as his cock slipped out of her core. “Now, Miss Summers, you need to stay up high on your knees like that so I can do my best.” Keeping one hand on her hip, his other one slipped down to her mound. With his palm up, he ran his fingers through her coarse, curly hair.

Beth felt his middle and ring fingers start with a light stroke across her clit, her folds, her dripping opening on to her sensitive skin between her holes to glide across her anus. “That’s my G spot? I would…” She let out a groan as he circled her puckered ring, pressing down lightly. Spike smiled as he listened to her. “Aaahh, I would think that’s my A spot…Ahh…obviously A for Aaahh.” She felt his fingers slide back through between her legs to rub circles on her hard clit. “Uhm, that feels sooo good, but that’s must be my C spot.”

“Right, missy, let’s move on to the G spot.” Spike licked his lips as he looked up at her. Her body glistened with sweat and her eyes glazed. His fingers began their demonstration in sincerity. As he slid into her core, he curled his fingers to put pressure on the front of her canal, and her groans told him that he was rubbing the right place. “See, Ms. Summers. That is the G spot. Can you feel it?” He chuckled at her vigorous nodding. “That was how the cavemen pleasured their mates.” As he could feel her orgasm build, Spike smiled and listening to the words she breathed from her mouth. “Yes…Oh, yes…”

And the pleasure was mutual. Spike’s cock, rubbing against Beth’s ass, pulsed with pent up desire. Her every quiver and shudder against his shaft shot pleasure through his body. One of Beth’s hands clutched his chest, fingernails biting into his skin, causing him to growl, and Spike’s hips surged up when her other hand reached around and squeezed his cock. Moaning, he placed his hand on the flat of her ach ach and slid it up to her face. She sucked his fingers into his mouth as she pumped his shaft, and Spike felt his need begin to build.

Beth’s whole being was focused on her sex and the shaft she was pumping. The heel of his hand was now grinding against her clit. His fingers that were not inside rubbed along her folds. His fingers inside though were driving Beth out of her mind. Sliding in and out again and again. She threw her head back, long blonde hair flying as she was blown away in ecstasy as his wet fingers from her mouth slid down over her nipple, pulling her nipple. Sliding out of her heat, the loss of his fingers from inside of her wanted to make her scream, scream for the loss, scream in anticipation of what would come next. “So have you learned where the elusive G spot is, Miss Summers?”

“No…no…more tutoring.” Spike slid his fingers back inside of her, feeling her juices run down and pool in the palm of his hand. Finding their target, his fingers resumed where they left off, rapidly sliding inside and out of her, working her most sensitive spot while the heel os has hand worked the bundle of nerves lying amongst her folds. Shortly thereafter, Spike felt her inner muscles clamped down as her orgasm began to hit her body. He pumped his fingers in harder, pounding faster and faster. As he pushed her over the edge, he felt her muscles begin contracting and another rush of juices overflowed his palm. Before her climax ended, Spike pulled his hand out, and by gripping her hips, he jerked her down onto his painfully throbbing erection.

Beth screamed as she felt her clit slam against his pelvis. With her climax still tingling through her body, her attention was instantly brought to focus by the pleasure deliciously mixed with pain as their bodies met.

Their eyes locked. Both knew that their releases wouldn’t take long, and neither wanted to look away as both felt their own climax. Beth crashed down onto his shaft a handful of strokes more before both their cries mixed as they came together.

As their orgasms began to ebb, Beth collapsed, lying on Spike’s chest. He stroked her back in random patterns, purring as he felt Beth’s soft kisses on his neck.

She whispered in his ear. “So Professor, what was my grade?” Beth loved the feel of his chuckle beneath her cheek almost as much as she loved listening to the timber of his voice. “Well, Ms. Summers, it’s a…What’s above an A+?”

“I’ll be happy with an A+. I would say I’m excited by my grade, but I don’t think I can manage any show of excitement right now.” As she tilted her head to look into his eyes, Beth stroked her hand down the side of his face. “Professor Williams, I lo…”

Beth’s words were interrupted by three sharp raps on the window. “Hellooo. You kids need to leave…” They could see a flashlight shining in the window but most of the light was deflected by the Jaguar’s heavily tinted windows. “Look you guys…”

“Yes, officer. We are almost finishing up…ooof!” The air rushed out of him when Beth punched him in the stomach. “Just kidding, love.” Spike looked back at the window. “Give us a sec, officer, and we’ll be leaving.”

“You’ve got five minutes.” They could see the flashlight moving away.

Beth rose up to climb back into the front seat, but Spike pulled her back to lie on top of him. “Miss Summer’s, I believe you were about to tell me something before our abrupt, unwanted interruption. No respect for education.”

Beth couldn’t help but smile. Her love for this man made her feel like she could float into the front seat, if she wanted to that is, but that didn’t stop her from teasing him back. “I don’t know what you mean, Professor.” She smiled even wider at his growl which was quickly growing in volume. “Ok already. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Spike pulled her down and kissed her open mouthed, hot and heart felt. “ve yve you so much, pet. So do you need any help on your make-out…I mean your make-Up work?”

TBC

The next chapter’s title is “Details are Coming Back.” That should give you an idea of what’s coming.

Dana ; )