Can't Sleep

Title: Can’t Sleep






Title: Can’t
Sleep

Author: Cin DianaGodessa@yahoo.com


Summary: Based on my crazed imagination & all the nights I
was up w/ insomnia. Buffy is having
trouble sleeping so she calls up her close friend to see if he can help her
out. AU SPUFFY. Rated NC17.

Disclaimer: I do not own a
thing except for my wicked imagination.
All characters and whatnot belong to Joss Whedon, 20th
Century Fox, and Mutant E pro productions.
I’m sure UPN and the WB have a say in there somewhere, too.

Author's Note: Feedback is
more than welcomed and encouraged. I’m
still new at all this…

I’d like to say thank you to
my wonderful friend and beta Sweetie.
Without you I never would have thought I could do this. To all that who can’t sleep at night… this
is for you. Enjoy!!

 

 

 

Can’t Sleep

 

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2

 

The next night Spike sat at his desk trying
to write. He wrote poetry. Bloody awful poetry in his opinion, but
poetry nonetheless. He raked his right
hand through his hair as he chewed on the back of his pen.

 

“This is awful,” Spike sighed.

 

He crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed
it at the small garbage can near his desk, the pile of yellow notepaper
overflowing on the floor. Spike stood
and began to pace back and forth across his room.

 

“I have endless poems. Poems about her, yet none of them good
enough,” Spike was mumbling to himself.
He stopped and threw his hands in the air exasperated. “Great!
Now I’m bloody talking to myself.”


 

He walked over to
his window and looked up at Buffy’s bedroom window on the second floor. Her lights were out, the window nothing but
darkness. He glanced at the clock. It
was only midnight. He shook his head
and sighed, his head tilting forward as he rubbed the back of his neck with his
hand. When he looked up out his window
again, Buffy’s light was on.

 

‘I’m not going to call. I’m not going to call. I’m not going to call,’ he slowly began
to chant in his mind. And then she was
there standing before her window. Spike
stared with his mouth slightly agape.
She was in nothing but a towel combing her hair.

 

 

Buffy had just gotten out of the
shower. She had been over at Willow’s
house watching a movie and now she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed. She felt bone weary, yet she was mentally
wide-awake, her thoughts going a mile a minute. She stood before her window brushing her hair thinking about
Spike.

 

‘Why me?
Why does it have to be me? Why
am I the one to feel something? He’s
one of my best friends, but I honestly don’t know what he wants out of this
besides the sex. Nice friends we
are…friends only late at night. Never
when the sun is out, ’ Buffy rambled in her mind.

 

Buffy glanced down to Spike’s bedroom
window. Her eyes widened in shock when
she saw him staring back at her.

 

‘So you do stare into your neighbor’s
windows…’

Buffy smiled and raised her hand in a little
wave. He was standing at his window
without a shirt and had turned his head to look anywhere but at her window. As if he was embarrassed to be caught
looking.

 

Buffy’s smile slid from her face when he
turned his head. That moment of
excitement was gone. She turned
hopelessly and walked over to her chest of draws that was across the room. She dropped her towel and glanced at her
body in her mirror. She turned from
side to side. She looked over at the
pink pig on her bed.

 

“Mr. Gordo, honestly, I’m a catch. Why doesn’t he want to catch me?”

 

She opened a drawer and pulled out a faded
black t-shirt that had ‘Vampires Suck’ written in red across the top. It was soft from the constant washing and
wearing. It had belonged to Spike. She had taken it one night when she had
crawled through his window. He had
accidentally ripped the strap to her tank top and she claimed his shirt as
payment of replacing the torn garment.
He had just laughed and told her to keep the shirt. That she looked better in it than he
did.

 

When Buffy went back to her window Spike’s
light was off. She squinted slightly,
hoping she might be able to make out his form standing there in the dark, but
saw nothing. Buffy placed her hands on
the curtains to close them.

 

“I’m not going to call. I’ll read a book to fall asleep if I have
to.” Buffy closed her blinds and
climbed into bed. She couldn’t help but
leave the window open a fraction to let the air in and also out of habit. A part of her hoped he’d crawl through her
window without her needing to call.
Buffy propped up her pillows behind her and sat reclining against her
headboard. She reached for the book she
kept on her nightstand.

 

She opened the book to where she had left
off. “Looks like it’s just you and me
tonight, Piers Anthony.”

 

 

Spike was sitting on the floor in front of
his window in the dark. He could still
see clearly into her window, but she couldn’t see him. When she caught him staring at her window he
was quite embarrassed. Not realizing
that by not acknowledging her he hurt her more than he knew.

 

A smile splayed
across his lips when he saw her standing before her window in his shirt. He remembered that night like if it were
yesterday. The night she crawled
through his window without calling. She
just showed up one nigfterfter her date and things happened.

 

Spike laid in
the dark listening to his music softly.
His thoughts kept wandering to Buffy and her big date with Angel.

 

‘What on earth does she see in the bloody poof?’ he
thought.



He took a deep
breath and sighed. He wanted to be the one out on a date with Buffy, but she
had never shown any interest. Friends
since childhood, but as they grew up, they went down two different paths. She was the happy cheerleader and he was the
punk rock kid. They managed to stay
friendly, but it wasn’t till his mum passed away that their friendship was
rekindled. She was there for him when
he needed someone.

 

Spike’s ears
perked up when he heard the sound of his window being opened. He didn’t flinch or make a sound. He held his breath till he saw the small
blonde pulling herself through the window.
She landed on her side with a thud when she lost her balance. Spike couldn’t help but laugh. He sat up in bed and looked at her smiling.

 

“You okay there,
pet?”

 

Buffy sat up,
rubbing her shoulder. She reached her
hand out to him. “Help a girl up?”

 

Spike stood in
just his boxers and walked towards her.
“Thought you might have a bit more coordination being a cheerleader and
all that rot.”

 

Spike grabbed
her hand and pulled her up off the ground.
She tried to make an angry face at him for the whole coordination
comment, but it didn’t last. She
started to giggle and he soon followed.
He turned, shaking his head gently, and climbed back into bed. Buffy stood there in her cotton candy pink
tank top and matching pajama pants. She
glanced about the room a bit awkwardly.
Her hair was in a ponytail and it bobbed up and down as she looked at
the different posters on his walls.

 

Spike could
sense the uneasiness from Buffy. She
began tapping her toe to the beat of the song playing lightly on Spike’s
radio.

 

“What song is
this?” She asked.



Spike was
staring her breasts. Her nipples showed
ever so slightly through her tank top.
He didn’t hear her question until she aske aga again.

 

Buffy looked at
him. “What song is this?” Her toe was still tapping in time with the
beat.

 

“Huh?” Spike glanced at the radio and then back at
Buffy. He noticed her foot tapping and
resisted the urge to laugh at her fuzzy pink pig slippers.

 

“Not sure. Must be something new.” He raised the edge of the sheet that was
covering him. “You coming in or what?”

 

Buffy grinned
and walked over to the bed. As she
placed her knee on the bed, Spike held his hand up to stop her.

 

“But I thought…”

 

Spike pointed to
her fuzzy pig slippers. “Off! No piggies in my bed.” He was trying real hard to keep a straight
face.

 

Buffy looked at
her slippers. “Oh,” she sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked them off and
wiggled her toes, “no more fuzzy pigs.”


“Good,” he
wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her under the covers.

 

Buffy squeaked
and laughed as he pulled her against his side.
She leaned her head against his chest and curled her body along
his. Spike covered them both with the
sheet and softly stroked her shoulder with his hand. They both lay silently for a few minutes, listening to the beat
of the music.

 

“How did your
date go?”

 

Buffy raised her
head and rested her chin on his chest. “It was lame.”

 

Spike raised is
an eyebrow in amusement. “Too bad,
pet. Big, tall, and broody just didn’t
cut it for you?”

 

Buffy swatted
Spike’s chest softly with her hand with a mock look of horror on her face.

 

“Angel is not
broody…”

 

“Oh, yes he is.”

 

Buffy
laughed. “Okay. He is broody.”

 

“Told you
so.” Spike stuck his tongue out at
Buffy.

 

“Hey,” She
pointed her finger at his tongue, “don’t stick it out unless you plan on using
it, mister.”

 

A mischievous
look crossed Spike’s face. He curled
tongtongue over his teeth.

 

“Since you put
it that way, love.”

 

Before Buffy
could react, Spike had flipped her onto her back and had his body pressed over
hers. Buffy began to wiggle and squirm
when she realized what he was about to do.

 

“Oh, no you
don’t. Don’t lick me!”



Spike laughed
and pinned her hands to her sides.
Buffy tossed her head from side to side.

 

“Eww! Don’t lick my face! Please don’t lick my face,” Buffy
begged. She had her eyes scrunched shut
and was hiding the side of her face on her shoulder, her neck completely
exposed to him.

 

“Stop squirming,
you silly bint. I’m not going to lick
your face.”

 

Buffy peeked out
of one eye, “You’re not?”

“No, I’m
not. I was going to do this…”

 

Spike slowly
trailed the tip of his tongue along her neck following the prominent vein. Buffy slowly arched her neck giving him more
access. Her squirming had ceased and
now a new movement had begun.

 

Spike released
her hands and they traveled along his back.
Her fingers threaded through his freshly bleached hair, holding his
mouth to her neck, a small moan spilling from her lips. Spike smiled against her neck.

 

Spike raised
himself on his elbows over Buffy. He
stared into her green eyes. He
hi
himself hardening in his boxers and new that Buffy could feel the growing
length pressing against her leg.

 

“Was that so
bad?”

 

Buffy was all
too aware of the moistness that began to pool between her thighs and the feel
of his hardening cock against her thigh.


 

“Uh huh. Absolutely horrible,” she said breathlessly.


 

With her hands
still in his hair she brought his head down to hers. Spike, more than willing, leaned down for the kiss Buffy was
initiating. Their lips met in a fierce
kiss. Spike suckled her bottom lip as
his hand fondled her breast. Their
tongues battled for dominance as Buffy spread her legs to embrace Spike between
her thighs.

 

Buffy gasped for
air as Spike roughly pulled the top of her tank top over her breast, snapping
the strap in the process. Spike laved
and suckled her rosy nipple as Buffy ground her heated center over his
unyielding member.

 

“Oh god… Spike,”
Buffy moaned.

 

Spike slipped
his hand into her pants running his finger over her clit.

 

Buffy
gasped. “You make me so wet…”

 

Spike raised his
head and kissed her, his fingers plunging into her heated core.

 

“I want you,” he
whispered against her lips.

 

Buffy’s hands
frantically began pulling at the waistband to Spike’s boxers. Spike sat back on his heels. Buffy sat up, following his motion. She reached her hand into his shorts,
wrapping her dainty hand around his cock and pulling it out. She stroked it up and down, spreading his
precum over the swollen tip. Spike
reached out his hand and picked up the broken strap of her tank top, her breast
still exposed. Buffy turned her head,
seeing the broken strap, and made a tsk-ing sound.

“You’re going to
pay for that.”

 

“With pleasure,
love,” he said, his British accent thick with lust.

 

Buffy lowered
her head down and swirled her tongue around the swollen head of Spike’s
cock. Spike gritted his teeth and
clenched his fists. Buffy moved so she
was kneeling before him in his bed, so that she had a better position to use
her mouth on his penis. Buffy ran her
tongue along the underside of his cock from bottom to top, like if it was a
popsicle, wrapping her lips around the tip and taking him into her warm
mouth.

 

Spike
groaned. “Oh god…”

 

His hands flexed
and ran through her hair pulling it out of the ponytail. He left his hands resting softly in her hair
and watched has her head bobbed up and down over his intensely erect member.

 

Buffy swirled
her tongue around his cock as she moved her head up and down. She moaned deep in her throat as she felt
her own juices slowly begin to leak from her wet folds.

 

Spike could feel
his need to cum boiling and stilled Buffy’s movements. He took a deep breath regaining
control. Buffy slowly slid her mouth
from his member, looked up at him, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were glazed over with lust.

 

Buffy turned
around and rested on all fours. She
looked over her sher aer and rubbed her pajama clad bottom over Spike’s still
engorged member. Spike smirked at her
clear invitation. He reached out and
pulled her pants over her bottom and left it scrunched up at her knees. Spike pulled his boxers off and tossed them
to the ground.

 

Spike leaned
over her back and fondled her breast.
He pressed his dick between her apex and ran it along her slick folds,
teasing her.

 

“Tell me what
you want,” he whispered huskily into her ear.

 

Buffy whimpered
as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips thrust back against him.

 

“Want you,” she
replied, her breathing heavy, “I need you inside me.”

 

Spike thrust
deeply into her in one swift motion, filling her completely. She quickly began to thrust herself back
against him, moaning in delight. Spike
couldn’t help but moan with her, the feeling of her tight walls clenching
around him making him sweat. He thrust
his pelvis against her backside moving in and out at a heated pace. The sound of skin smacking against skin
drowned out the murmur of the radio.

 

Spike’s hand
snaked around her front and found her sensitive bundle of nerves. He flicked his finger across her clit,
making her cry out.

 

“Shh… no need
for my dad to here you, pet.”

 

Buffy bit her
lip to prevent herself from crying out again as he continued to flick her
clitoris.

 

“Gonna cum,” she
groaned. Buffy’s fist curled into the
blanket as she fell face first into his pillow muffling her scream.

 

As Buffy fell
forward, the angle of her body changed and Spike was able to thrust deeper,
hitting the ever-elusive g-spot. He
felt her he walls tighten around his cock before she even mentioned anything
about her impending orgasm. He sat up
on his knees and held her hips as he pounded into her. His release was found shortly after Buffy’s.

 

 

Spike ran his hands through
his hair and stood. He shifted his
hard-on to a more comfortable
position in his jeans. The memory of
that night back in high school always made him hard. He glanced up at Buffy’s window and noticed her light was still
on. Without even a second thought, he
climbed out his window and jogged across the street. As Spike scrambled up the tree, lines from Romeo and Juliet
popped into mind. The great balcony
scene and declarations of love made his heart feel as if it were to burst if he
didn’t see Buffy soon.

 

Spike was sitting on the ledge when he heard
a sound. It was Buffy calling his
name. Curiously, Spike peeked in the
window and his mouth hung open, the confines of his jeans tightening immensely.

 

Buffy leaned back in her bed, her hand
between her legs rubbing sensuously against her pink moist folds. Her other hand was beneath her black shirt
massaging her breast.

 

“Oh…” Buffy moaned softly, “Please, Spike… I
need you in me.”

 

Buffy slid two fingers into her dripping
opening and pumped them in and out.
Mewling sounds of enjoyment spilled from her lips. Her face was flushed from the excitement.

 

“Bloody hell…” He mumbled.

 

Spike leaned forward slightly when his hand
slipped. He fell half way through the
window hitting his head on the windowsill.

  Bu Buffy jumped at the noise that Spike made as
he fell into her room partially. She
quickly covered herself with her blanket.
She was turning at least twenty shades of red at being caught moaning
his name as she touched herself.

 

“What the hell are you doing?!?” She cried
out.

 

Spike didn’t answer. He just lay there limp.

 

“Spike?
Oh, shit…”