Rescue Me
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
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12,145
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83
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The End?
The End?
"Must you go to class tonight, Buffy? You've had quite a day. Can't you just stay home with me?" Spike asked, slightly pouting as Buffy rolled off the bed to get ready for her self-defense class.
Buffy sighed and looked down at him. She grinned when he jut out his lower lip even more.
"We can spar here if you want," he said and waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled, "Yeah, I know what you're hoping will happen."
He gave up the pouting and smiled. "Can't blame a bloke for trying can you? I like to
think of it as celebrating."
Buffy crawled back into bed and allowed herself to be wrapped back up in his arms.
"Oh?"
He nodded. "It's a celebration that we found each other."
"Which time? The first or second?" she teased.
"Both. And today it's a celebration that your safe and free of him. That you got out."
"Yeah . . . I got out all right. At the expense of my memories."
"Let's not focus on that, okay? The fact is, someone was looking out for you."
"Like a guardian angel?" she grinned, resting her chin on his chest and gazing up at
him.
He smiled, "Something like that, yeah."
"I like to think of you as my guardian angel."
"Well, I like to think of you as mine too. Especially when you're so worried about what
Lindsey will do to me."
"It's an equal partnership, Spike. That's the way it has to be. I won't settle for less,
especially considering where I just came from."
"So we both wear the pants?"
"Well. . . " she said grinning as her hand moved to the fly of his jeans. Undoing them
she said, "you don't have to wear pants right now if you don't want to."
He opened his mouth to say something when she released his hardening member and
gave it a lick. His eyes screwed shut and he moaned. "Christ, Buffy."
It was amazing to her how sucking him off could make her so wet. She attributed it to
Spike himself, no way could she imagine this act making her feel the way she did with anyone
else. It was all him. She grinned and suckled teasingly on the head and just when he was about
to beg for more, she took him completely in her mouth and sucked hard. "Fucking hell!" he
shouted and arched his back, nearly hitting the back of her throat with his movement.
Needing him inside her, hard and fast, she lifted the skirt she was wearing, pushed her
panties to the side and slid down him in one swift movement.
His eyes widened and a look of awe—one she'd seen just about every time they made
love, came over his face. It sent tingles down her spine and, if possible, made her wetter than
she already was. That look spoke volumes of how he felt about her, how he loved her. And she
felt it in every part of her how he loved her for she loved him back with the same, if not greater,
intensity.
Placing her palms on his chest, she stared gliding herself up and down him, swiveling
her hips and clenching her muscles. He watched her hotly and placed his hands on her hips
before gliding them up to her tank and shoving it up roughly to expose her breasts. He wasted
no time in leaning up and taking one hard nipple in his mouth and suckling it. The sensation
went straight to her groin and she moved harder on him. Moving his hands back on her hips,
he helped guide her movements and he laved her breasts with his tongue.
"Kiss me," he whispered and she obliged, delving inside his hot cavern and exploring
his mouth. When he started mimicking his cock sliding in and out of her with his tongue, Buffy
felt herself beginning to arrive.
"Ride me hard Buffy, do it. My beautiful angel…ride me…make me see stars," he
goaded her huskily.
Clenching her muscles, she rode him hard and fast, her orgasm coming at her like a
freight train. A second later, he came hard, shooting his spendings inside her and shouting her
name.
Moving slightly against him still as they came back down, she let Spike roll her to their
sides and he nuzzled her neck affectionately.
"Love it when you surprise me," he told her sleepily.
She smiled sleepily, "I love it too. Did you see stars?"
"Bloody right I did," he chuckled.
The phone ringing interrupted their ‘snogging' as Spike so eloquently put it. He was all
set to ignore it, but Buffy told him it could be Angel checking up and he'd worry if there was no
answer.
"Hello?. . . No, why? WHAT?! Hold on, I'll call you back." Spike practically threw the
phone across the room and dived for the remote.
"Spike, what's going on?" Buffy asked, startled, sitting up.
The TV flicked on and the news flickered on.
"Spike!" Buffy exclaimed, feeling panic come over her.
"Buffy, look," Spike pointed to the TV.
"Oh my God," Buffy breathed. They watched in silence as Lindsey was escorted from
his office in downtown Boston and escorted into a police car, in handcuffs. The caption on the
bottom said ‘Lawyer Arrested for Embezzlement'.
"Must you go to class tonight, Buffy? You've had quite a day. Can't you just stay home with me?" Spike asked, slightly pouting as Buffy rolled off the bed to get ready for her self-defense class.
Buffy sighed and looked down at him. She grinned when he jut out his lower lip even more.
"We can spar here if you want," he said and waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled, "Yeah, I know what you're hoping will happen."
He gave up the pouting and smiled. "Can't blame a bloke for trying can you? I like to
think of it as celebrating."
Buffy crawled back into bed and allowed herself to be wrapped back up in his arms.
"Oh?"
He nodded. "It's a celebration that we found each other."
"Which time? The first or second?" she teased.
"Both. And today it's a celebration that your safe and free of him. That you got out."
"Yeah . . . I got out all right. At the expense of my memories."
"Let's not focus on that, okay? The fact is, someone was looking out for you."
"Like a guardian angel?" she grinned, resting her chin on his chest and gazing up at
him.
He smiled, "Something like that, yeah."
"I like to think of you as my guardian angel."
"Well, I like to think of you as mine too. Especially when you're so worried about what
Lindsey will do to me."
"It's an equal partnership, Spike. That's the way it has to be. I won't settle for less,
especially considering where I just came from."
"So we both wear the pants?"
"Well. . . " she said grinning as her hand moved to the fly of his jeans. Undoing them
she said, "you don't have to wear pants right now if you don't want to."
He opened his mouth to say something when she released his hardening member and
gave it a lick. His eyes screwed shut and he moaned. "Christ, Buffy."
It was amazing to her how sucking him off could make her so wet. She attributed it to
Spike himself, no way could she imagine this act making her feel the way she did with anyone
else. It was all him. She grinned and suckled teasingly on the head and just when he was about
to beg for more, she took him completely in her mouth and sucked hard. "Fucking hell!" he
shouted and arched his back, nearly hitting the back of her throat with his movement.
Needing him inside her, hard and fast, she lifted the skirt she was wearing, pushed her
panties to the side and slid down him in one swift movement.
His eyes widened and a look of awe—one she'd seen just about every time they made
love, came over his face. It sent tingles down her spine and, if possible, made her wetter than
she already was. That look spoke volumes of how he felt about her, how he loved her. And she
felt it in every part of her how he loved her for she loved him back with the same, if not greater,
intensity.
Placing her palms on his chest, she stared gliding herself up and down him, swiveling
her hips and clenching her muscles. He watched her hotly and placed his hands on her hips
before gliding them up to her tank and shoving it up roughly to expose her breasts. He wasted
no time in leaning up and taking one hard nipple in his mouth and suckling it. The sensation
went straight to her groin and she moved harder on him. Moving his hands back on her hips,
he helped guide her movements and he laved her breasts with his tongue.
"Kiss me," he whispered and she obliged, delving inside his hot cavern and exploring
his mouth. When he started mimicking his cock sliding in and out of her with his tongue, Buffy
felt herself beginning to arrive.
"Ride me hard Buffy, do it. My beautiful angel…ride me…make me see stars," he
goaded her huskily.
Clenching her muscles, she rode him hard and fast, her orgasm coming at her like a
freight train. A second later, he came hard, shooting his spendings inside her and shouting her
name.
Moving slightly against him still as they came back down, she let Spike roll her to their
sides and he nuzzled her neck affectionately.
"Love it when you surprise me," he told her sleepily.
She smiled sleepily, "I love it too. Did you see stars?"
"Bloody right I did," he chuckled.
The phone ringing interrupted their ‘snogging' as Spike so eloquently put it. He was all
set to ignore it, but Buffy told him it could be Angel checking up and he'd worry if there was no
answer.
"Hello?. . . No, why? WHAT?! Hold on, I'll call you back." Spike practically threw the
phone across the room and dived for the remote.
"Spike, what's going on?" Buffy asked, startled, sitting up.
The TV flicked on and the news flickered on.
"Spike!" Buffy exclaimed, feeling panic come over her.
"Buffy, look," Spike pointed to the TV.
"Oh my God," Buffy breathed. They watched in silence as Lindsey was escorted from
his office in downtown Boston and escorted into a police car, in handcuffs. The caption on the
bottom said ‘Lawyer Arrested for Embezzlement'.