Show Me The Way To Go Home

Disclaimers etc on Part 1
"You devious little………" Spike began. He was stopped short when Buffy
reached the sink. She took a swig herself, straight from the bottle
followed by the requisite "Bleurgh." before holding it over the
sink at an angle just short of spilling. "Don't you dare!" he
threatened.

Buffy just grinned some more and tipped the bottle a little
further. "Don't come any closer vampire," she giggled "or the
whiskey gets it!"

"You pour my drink out and you'll bloody get it." Spike
returned.

"Promises, promises." Buffy replied, waggling her eyebrows at him as
she took another gulp. The cheeky eyebrow waggle was kind of ruined
by the inevitable "Bleurgh." which gave Spike a moment to pounce
when she closed her eyes. Buffy had anticipated this – drunk she
might be but she was still the Slayer, she knew her enemies. Holding
the bottle behind her back but still over the sink which Spike now
had her backed up against, she reached on to the drainer with her
other hand. Spike stopped trying to retrieve the bottle from behind
her when he realized she had picked something up.

In the instant that Spike froze trying to assess what her weapon
might be Buffy slid out from between him and the sink. Before he'd
processed that move she whacked him hard on the butt with the
plastic spatula she'd picked up. She'd actually been going for the
metal one that she'd snatched up the morning she became invisible,
when he'd been extolling the virtues of her hair. Never mind, this
one made a nice thwacking sound when she hit his butt, which she did
again quickly before Spike turned round.

"Hey!" he shouted lunging at her as she ran back around the island
again laughing and waving the spatula in the air.

"Got you!" she crowed.

"You are a bloody tease." Spike yelled. Had he been sober he would
no doubt have launched into a speech about how he knew she hadn't
meantwhenwhen she said it was over. How she didn't know what she
wanted and even though she hadn't actually kissed him just now it
was clear that she was asking for it. As it was, all he was
concerned with was getting his hands on her and his
whiskey. "C'mere" he growled, sending a shiver straight down Buffy's
spine as they both circled the island.

"Not gonna happen bleach-boy." She laughed, dodging round to the
other side again as he attempted another lunge. She bravely made a
quick dart forward and whacked the spatula down on his hand, which
he had put on the counter top to steady himself.

"You bloody little witch! C'mere now!"

Buffy now had her back to the dining room door, and sticking her
tongue out she skipped backwards into the other room, before turning
and running. She knew Spike would be hot on her heels and briefly
thought about running to the other side of the dining room table to
put another obstacle between them. She decided against it and ran on
round the corner, through the hall and into the living room. Spike
was right behind her and made a lunge for the giggling blonde just
as she veered round the back of the sofa. Spike couldn't check his
momentum in time and ended up sprawled along the full length of the
sofa.

Buffy moved quickly, she ran round the sofa and amazed herself by
managing to put the whiskey on the coffee table without spilling it.
Leaning over, she grabbed Spike's hands and pinned them to the small
of his back. She then proceeded to whack him, pretty much all over
with her deadly weapon.

"Ha! Got you now Spikey boy," she laughed "how's it feel to be
whipped by the slayer?"

"I'll show you soddin' whipped when I get up Slayer" Spike
threatened.

"Yeah, you and what army?" Buffy laughed some more before pausing in
her enthusiastic thwacking of the back of Spike's legs to reach for
the bottle of whiskey. She'd gotten quite the taste for it now and
she was sure her shuddering was becoming less vehement. That was her
big mistake. While she was having one of those `less vehement'
shudders, Spike exploited the weakness again, freeing himself easily
from her grasp as her body was twisted to the coffee table.

Buffy squealed when she realised he'd got free and tried to run.
Spike was quicker though, grabbing her round the waist he threw her
down on the couch. One of her hands was trapped beneath their
combined weight and the other, the one holding the spatula was
quickly grabbed by Spike. Buffy struggled and ended up half on –
half off the sofa. Spike was concentrating on wresting the kitchen
implement from her grasp.

"I got ya now Slayer," he said "give me the spatula."

"Noooo!" Buffy shrieked giggling in spite of herself. Then "Ow!!
Spike that hurts."

He was twisting her wrist to the point of pain to make her drop it,
which she did. She made a last ditch attempt to get away as he
reached for the fallen utensil. She had scrambled along the seats of
the sofa and was just launching herself over the end when Spike
grabbed her ankle and pulled her half back onto the sofa. She came
to rest face down with her upper torso hanging over the arm of the
seat. Spike sat on her ankles to prevent her legs kicking out and
what with the position she was in and her drunkenness she had
absolutely no leverage to get back up.

"Ha! I really got you now Slayer" Spike laughed as he shifted his
grip on the spatula to give him maximum control. Buffy continued her
fruitless struggle until he suddenly brought the kitchen utensil
down on her ass with a thwack.

"Ow!" she complained "I didn't hit you that hard!"

"Well I hadn't provoked you" Spike returned his voice tinged with
amusement "That, is for stealing my whiskey. And this," he swatted
her ass again "is for making out you were going to kiss me so you
could steal it."

Buffy was struggling more but Spike was immovable and she had no way
of raising her upper body; too much of it was hanging over the arm
of the sofa. He continued to swat her ass giving her a reason for
each one.

"For running away, for walloping me with this thing, for threatening
to tip my drink away, for getting so drunk in the first place," and
finally "just cos you're a brat!"

"I'm so going to kick your ass for this!" Buffy said prompting
another swat. "You are sooooo dead!" she said not able to keep the
laughter out of her voice. Neither of them had really hurt the other
and the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions about feeling all
morose and guilty because she was enjoying a little physical action
with the hot-as-hell vampire. When they'd been `together' they'd had
lighter moments, she wasn't all conflicted and guilty all the time
(especially in the throes of passion) but they'd rarely if ever just
been silly like this.

"Did I just hear you laughing at me Slayer?" Spike said in a mock
shocked voice. "You think you're funny do you?" he continued
playfully. "Well you're not, you little wench and you're in no
position to threaten me." Leaning next to her ear, his tone still
playful he said "Maybe if I pull your pants down and tan your arse
you won't think you're so amusing." Buffy's giggle became a gurgle
as his words sent a rush of lust to her intimate areas.

Without any further ado Spike proceeded to do just that. Buffy
didn't make it easy for him, although she was back to giggling now,
she twisted and turned as much as she could manage to make his task
harder. "No Spike!" she giggled "I'll be good. I will, I'll….." she
dissolved into a fit of the giggles as she thwarted a sharp tug on
her bottoms "I'll stop laughing." Then she was laughing again, the
good mood entirely taking her over, she decided just to go with it,
go with whatever happened.

"You didn't even manage to say that without laughing!" Spike
pointed out "No, definitely think we need these off." As he
said `off' he gave an almighty tug at the waist band of the sweat
pants and pulled them down to her mid-thighs. "Bloody hell Slayer he he exclaimed as he saw, to his immense satisfaction that Buffy was
not wearing any underwear whatsoever under the sweat pants. Buffy
kept giggling, and although Spike was still amused by her antics
lust was fast becoming his primary operating function.

Buffy's laughter stopped abruptly when he yanked her thighs apart
and plunged his tongue into her moist entrance. Moist was an
understatement actually, they'd played plenty of kinky games before
and Buffy's body had reacted instantly both to her pinning Spike
down and smacking him and the reversal.

"Oooooh!" she sighed as Spike's hand moved down to her clit, his
tongue now thrusting in and out of her.

"Jesus Slayer, you're creaming good and proper here!" he said
pulling his head back, his hand still working at the most sensitive
place on the outside of her body.

"Oh god Spike. Fuck me!" Buffy really wasn't laughing anymore.

"Er, Buffy are you sure?" Spike could see the recriminations about
him `taking advantage' going on for a long time once she sobered
"Ar"Are you sure that's what you want, cos you're not exactly
yourself just now, been ill and all, in a bit of a state…."

"Spike, I'm drunk." She stated "Not an idiot. Now get your dick
inside of me and fuck me hard!"

Spike wasn't going to argue any more, besides even if he
was `lil spikeykins' sure as hell wasn't going to be denied. He
thrust into her as hard as he dared without hurting her and Buffy
moaned loudly at the feeling of being so full again. Why the hell
had she denied herself this? Spike moaned himself as her heat
grabbed at his cock, gripping so tightly he wasn't sure he'd be able
to pull it back out.

He slowly withdrew, wanting to savour the moment. Buffy had other
ideas.

"Hey, I'm not laughing anymore Spike," she said in a deadly
tone "fuck me fast and hard now! I don't want `takes it slow and
easy' vamp I want `fuck me `til my teeth rattle and I see stars'
vamp."

Spike was only too happy to oblige and began trustrust exactly as
she'd asked. The giggling was well and truly over now. All that
could be heard in the Summers' living room were grunts and gasps
from both blondes as Spike pounded into her. Buffy was clawing at
the side of the sofa as she mewled and did her best to thrust back
against him. Spike was kneading her raised ass, his balls slapping
loudly against the back of her thighs. Her breasts were squashed up
between their combined weights and the outside edge of the arm of
the sofa. The frantic movement of their bodies was causing the
underside of her boobs to rub almost painfully against the rough
material. She whimpered at the brief realisation that she would
almost definitely have friction burns if they kept this up.

It was as if Spike read her mind. His hands slid from her ass, one
up her back to tangle in her hair, the other round her waist. He
pulled her up mostly by the waist but also by tugging her hair to
just the right side of pain. When her back was flush against his
chest one hand went to her clit again. He accomplished this without
breaking the rhythm of his pistoning hips for a second. He drew
another whimper from her as both hands moved to her breasts. She
wasn't sure if she was whimpering from the loss of contact on her
nub or from the sensuous caresses now being bestowed on her chest.
Hell, even if she'd been sober she didn't think she'd have known.
Spike stroked her breasts with his palms before taking each nipple
between the thumb and middle finger of each hand, rolling them back
and forth.

"These're almost as hard for me as I am for you." He grunted in her
ear as he continued to slam up into her. He grinned as she squealed
and thrust herself down even more forcefully on him when he pinched
each nipple in turn.

Her own hand travelled down to her pleasure centre as their combined
panting grew louder. Spike began to tug quickly on each nipple as
his thrusts sped up. They were both moaning loudly and he could feel
his orgasm about to explode through him. He used his weight to push
them forward and Buffy braced herself on one arm. Spike leaned wardward and nuzzled her hair, now damp with sweat, away from the
back of her neck. He didn't change to vamp face but he bit down on
her neck with blunt teeth and pulled hard on both nipples as he felt
her inner muscles begin to milk him. Buffy was already screaming out
her release when he bit down and although he didn't break the skin
the dual sensation on her neck and breasts prolonged her pleasure so
that she was still grunting and groaning out her climax when Spike's
jerking thrusts spilled the last of his load into her.

They both collapsed forward over the arm of the sofa, one thought
echoing in both their minds. `Too long!........Can't ever go that
long without this again!'

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Ok so, I thought I was actually gonna manage this one without any
spanking. Buffy and Spike had other ideas.
Did it put people off or did you enjoy it anyway – please review and
let me know cos I've had mixed reactions in the past and much as I
do write for myself I'd love to write stuff that people actually
want to read.