Valentine Olympics

Chapter Two

Buffy eyes the distance from the car to the crypt door doubtfully. "Can't you get any closer? I don't want a crispy mate."

"Sweets, I was lucky to get this close in this tank. Why the hell did we get something so big anyway?" Spike reached inis pis pocket for a cigarette, lighting it without thinking.

"Put that out! I am not paying to clean the stench from the leather! And we rented this because you told me that you wouldn't teach me how to drive unless I was surrounded by ten tons of metal. This was as close as I could get. Besides, it was the only thing on the lot with UV protection on all of the windows. Now, you stay here. I'm going to go open the door so that you can run in. Got your parasol?" Buffy grinned at her furious mate as she slipped out the door.

"Ha, bloody, ha, luv." He grabbed his bag and the purple umbrella then slid into Buffy's seat, preparing to run for the entrance to his former residence.

While he was waiting for the all clear from his mate, he thought back to the whelp's reaction to his offer to teach the Slayer how to drive. Xander had widened his eyes in shock and replied, "Well, I'd say you had a death wish, but you're already dead!" After 3 lessons, Spike was beginning to agree with that assessment.

Buffy hurriedly looked around the crypt to insure that nothing had been disturbed. She turned and hollered out the door, "OK, Spike!" A smoky blur flew past her and into the cool darkness of the crypt. Spike was closing the umbrella when he slid on the rose petals that littered the floor and fell onto his face.

"Soddin' hell! Where are my vamp reflexes when I need them?" He shoved the purple vinyl off his head and rose to his knees. He took an unneeded breath as he looked around the crypt, his eyes filled with delight and wonder.

"Pet, what happened to my crypt?" Buffy shrugged, trying to contain her excitement.

"You like?" She smiled shyly at her vampire lover.

Spike's nostrils were filled with the scent of crushed rose petals and incense. Burning candles covered every flat surface. He glanced around, noting the red velvet that lined the walls, glancing back at his mate as she moved across the room the CD player set up on his old TV.

Buffy pressed play on the player, the crypt filled with the sultry sounds of a New York nightclub. Catcalls and applause filled the air as sultry electrolounge music began to permeate Spike's muddled brain.

Buffy pointed behind him, indicating that he should sit. He glanced back to find his chair, covered with black velvet, right behind his knees. He fell gratefully into the seat, overwhelmed by the fragrances and sounds filling the air around him. He ran his hands over the soft fabric, wishing it were the soft curves of his mate's skin. He glanced up to find Buffy right in front of him.

Little lady
I'm only here to please
Soft and pretty
I'm Daddy's little tease
I'll be ready
For anything you want
I'm your plaything
I'll be purring while you taunt

Buffy smiled wickedly as the lyrics began to play. She swung her hips in time to the sultry music emanating from CD player. She ran her hands over her slim waist, tugging on the belt lops of her hip-hugging jeans before dropping her hands to her thighs and leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Spike's open mouth.

Unable to resist his taste, she ran her tongue into his mouth and over the area concealing his fangs. He pressed up unconsciously, trying to bring her closer to him. She pushed him down into the seat and abruptly and unsatisfactorily ended the kiss.

I'll be your Whore Baby
I never say no
I'll be your Whore Baby

As she pulled back she mouthed along with the song.

She moved back, confident that she had his full attention. She ran her hands up over her breasts, continuing to mouth the lyrics with the singer, drawing his attention to her mouth by dragging her fingertips across her reddened lips.

Got my lipstick
In a garish shade of red
In the action
It'll smear across the bed
You'll be heady
With the smell of virgin girl
Sweet and sweaty
Nothing like it in the world

The intimate tone of the singer's voice, combined with Buffy's erotic movements, hardened Spike instantly. His eyes never left his mate as she continued to dance for him.

Her hand trailed down her neck, brushing over his claim mark, before traveling down to her blouse. She began to pull the buttons loose, one at a time, her hips continuing to sway to the beat of the song. When all the buttons had been opened, Buffy leaned over, trailing her hair over Spike's lap, offering him a fleeting glimpse of the breasts. She placed her hands on the arms of the chair, pulling herself up to drag her hair over her lover's face.

I'll be your Whore Baby
I never say no
I'll be your Whore Baby

Spike breathed in, happily inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. His hands rose in an effort to touch the luscious body before, but ast as soon as he moved, Buffy quicklyked ked away. She danced across the floor, allowing her shirt to fall to her wrists, the twin dragonflies appearing and disappearing under the waistband of her jeans.

She shook her hands abruptly and the shirt dropped to the floor. Looking over her shoulder, she mouthed with the singer, "Whore Baby." Spike flinched at the look, barely restraining himself from flying out of the chair and grabbing his mate. Instead, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, loosening the zipper of his fly and releasing the pressure growing in his jeans. This action allowed the head of his erection to pop out. Buffy licked her lips in anticipation.

As the music broke, Buffy turned, allowing Spike to see the first of his presents. The ruby jewels attached to the rings on her nipples flashed in the candlelight. Spike's erection finished unzipping his jeans as he eyed the newest additions to Buffy's body art. She danced closer, pulling one of the rings off and tng ing it to him. He pouted when he realized that they weren't real piercings, but decided to talk to her about it later. He pulled the nipple ring onto his ear and leered at Buffy as her dance continued.

Whore Baby
Keep it coming
Whore Baby
Fill your tummy
Whore Baby
Never say no

Buffy, still facing her leering lover, ran her hands over her bare breasts, pinching the bare nipple, drawing a gasp from her own lungs. She dropped her hands lower, tugging on the gold ring decorating her navel, then running her fingers under the top of her jeans and down to Spike's favorite tattoo.

Spike groaned when he realized where her hand was. She knew that was his favorite place to worship and that he hated anyone else to touch it, including her.

She whispered, "Patience," to agi agitated mate, then drew her hands up to slowly unbutton her jeans. She drew down the zipper, wiggling her hips and screaming with the singer, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

The song, completely drowned out by her screams, seemed to stop as soon as she did. She dropped her pants to the ground and looked up at Spike through her eyelashes, continuing to mouth lines to the song.

I'll be ready

She turned her back to him, flipped her head downpeerpeer at him from between her leg
I'
I'm your plaything

She flipped from that position to the floor, displaying her agility with a split designed to drive her lover insane with lust.

I'll be ready

Crawling up to her knees, Buffy dropped her head into a submissive position, exposing her neck, knowing that it would only inflame her partner more.

Sweet and sweaty

She peered up at him with a smirk, a truly evil look that took his unneeded breath away.

Nothiike ike it in the world

Jumping to her feet, be began to thrust her hips in earnest, shouting the words to the song, no longer caring if she was louder than the sultry voice in the recording.

I'll be your Whore Baby
I never say no
I'll be your Whore Baby

With the last line of the chorus, Buffy's lace panties flew towards Spike. He caught them, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, drawing in the scent of his love. He looked up to find Buffy lounging across the floor, looking lazy, sexy and utterly fuckable. Her red mouth m slo slowly with the last line of the song.

I'll be your Whore Baby

As the last line of the song faded away, Buffy found herself hauled off the floor and dragged into the arms of her paramour. Spike moaned as he plundered her mouth, his tongue seeking out her flavor and warmth. He allowed his fangs to drop when he feuffyuffy's tongue probing the flaps protecting them.

No foreplay was needed. Buffy was dripping moisture from her core as Sppushpushed her to the floor and thrust into her welcoming body. He pounded into her heat, allowing his vampire visage to come out completely. Her tease had done its job and he was barely in control of his own body, verging on the edge of his orgasm after just a few short thrusts.

Buffy panted below him, pressing herself up into his thrusts, seeking the friction she needed to achieve bliss. She turned her head, offering her neck to her mate and began to beg, "Please, please, oh, Spike, please, I need..."

Spike leaned down and ran his fangs over Buffy's sweaty neck. She shuddered at the touch, moaning his name. She tied her fingers into his curls, pulling hard on his head to encourage his bite. He gave one last lick to his mark then sank hings ngs into it, drawing deeply from his mate. They had refrained from blood play over the last week, unsure if they could maintain bond silence while performing such an intimate act. They both came furiously, screaming out their pleasure before blacking out.

TBC