In Need

Spike leisurely dreamed away he was lost on an Island where it was only he and Buffy and no such thing as soldier boys. Ahh heaven he mused. There she was dressed in her skimpy light pink bikini with those thighs that begged for him and that cleavage that teased him.

“Spike” she breezed. She walked up too him sliding her hand up her beautiful body, she was covered in oil and shone in the moonlight from the huge full moon. Slowly ever so slowly she pulled the string off the bikini top.

She circled her nipples all the while walking closer and closer too him.
“Spike” she hummed, the sound escaping her perfect mouth.
“Help me, Spike” She was little more then a foot away now sliding her hand all the way down into the thong bikini that looked like it was made for her.
“Help me, I can’t reach” she gently removed her hand and reached for his.

“Ohh Buffy” he murmured his hand slowly inching down he her felt her trimmed hair just where it started.
“You are a pig Spike, and I don’t find that amusing” She spoke in a harsh tone this time, he went to look up at her but everything was black. He felt a sharp jab in his side. He now knew he was no longer dreaming.

“Ouch!” he cried out disoriented.
“Shut up!” Buffy whispered. He felt her body heat and could smell her so close to him. It took him only seconds for his vampiric eyes to adjust. Once they did it didn’t help him out any. He tried to move his hand to wipe away the blur, but discovered his hands were bound. He moved around in fits attempting to get free.

“Would you quit it?” Buffy harshly whispered kicking him lightly. Well lightly for her anyway.
“Ah? Slayer where the hell are we?” He whispered and realised he could feel her hair brushing against his face. He inhaled deeply getting the whole intoxicating smell.

“We are in the boot of the demons car, so that he can take us to his master to eat us.” Buffy whispered, so close.
“Oh” Spike took it all in.
“Well your taking this rather well.” Buffy mused.
“Well what do you want me to do pet? Have a panic attack like you? How long have I been out?” He replied trying not to notice just how close Buffy was. They were touching… everywhere. He calves folded around his her tight taught thighs rested just above his. Her ass was touching his…. Think non dirty thoughts, he pleaded with himself.

“I don’t know, maybe half an hour” Buffy shrugged, but it was hard to tell in the dark.
“Shouldn’t we nearly be there then?” He assumed.
“Don’t think so, the demon guy said get cosy cause it will be a long ride.” She answered but there was something in her tone that he couldn’t quite place.
“Right like that’s possible, cosy next to you?” He scoffed. He felt Buffy straighten her back as if she was offended.
“Like I want to be in here with you!” she retorted.

Buffy doubted that she had ever been this closes to anyone before for this amount of time, least of all her enemy. It had been over an hour now and they were running out of things to argue about.

“Your feet smell” Buffy announced after a moment of silence. o slo slayer that’s you!” He insisted, “I don’t sweat…. Dead remember?” He playfully nudged her.
“You don’t sweat? Ever?” Buffy mused “Like not even when your… you… know…” her words trailed off. Spike grinned.
“When?” He whispered right into her ear. She ignored the shiver that ran down her spine.
“Fighting, I was going too say” She inched further away from He He begged for her to move back, though parts of her were still touching him.

After moving just an inch further away she felt better. Not so hot, the heat was suffocating her. It may have been a large trunk but she still wished for a little more room. Also for her hands not to be tied behind her back. As soon as the thought of her hands entered her mind it got hot all over again. They were touching him just. They were also touching him merely two centimetres above where she knew she shouldn’t be touching. He heart raced when she thought about it, she willed herseo sto stop but it was just so hot.

“Spike” she whispered.
He felt her hands and wanted them to touch him it was diving him nuts. Luckily not too nuts. He was controlling himself for now at least.
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
“I’m really hot, I can’t breath” she meekly replied.
“It’s not my feet” he grumped.
“I’m serious, I think I’m going to pass out.” She sounded so weak like a little girl. He blew on the back of her neck, she nosily sighed.
“Hows that?” he replied.
“Better” she rasped inching closer to him. “Your cold” she put her skirt clad legs over his. She felt so hot, he wasn’t sure if he could handle the pressure of her closeness.
He blew cold air on her neck, this time for longer. She moaned.

I can’t believe I just moaned! He is going to think I’m an idiot! Buffy’s thoughts cried out to her. He couldn’t hold it after the moan, he just couldn’t. Slowly it began too rise and his cock would eventually reach up and touch Buffy’s bound hands. When it did, he blew on her soft skin.

“Spike!” She rasped and attempted to shuffle over.
“Sorry, but moaning and I think that all this suffocation and lack of air is making be delirious” Spike felt humiliated.
“You don’t breath!” she cried.

She couldn’t belive that Spike got turned on when she moaned. Thinking about Spike getting turned on she willed her self to stop. She kept on thinking about his eyes looking into her and the sound of his voice at the base of her neck. He was so close that even after she had moved over she could feel his unnecessary breathing down her back and neck and she was getting goose bumps all over just thinking about it. She heard him sniffing, then suddenly stop breathing at all.

“What?” She questioned, she couldn’t smell anything.
He could smell her. He could tell that she wanted him, wanted him to touch her. It was driving him mad the smell was intoxicating. He was so hard that he thought it might pop. He didn’t realise that he was holding his breath so he wouldn’t scream and jump on top of her. He inched closer so that her hands were only a millimetre away from his throbbing cock. She didn’t move, she didn’t even breathe. Slowly, ever so slowly he inched his lips towards her neck. He kissed so softly he was unsure she even felt it. He sure did.

With all her might she kicked him backwards. “You son of a bitch you tried to bite me!” she tasselled around as though she was fighting for her life.