Show Me The Way To Go Home

A/N: They are still drunk I've just dispensed with spelling out the
effect this has on their speech. It's a pain in the bum to write and
usually to read too so just insert your own suitably sozzled sound
to their voices.


Spike pulled Buffy back up so that her back and his chest were
touching again, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and
squeezing. Buffy sighed conedlyedly and turned her head to kiss him.
The angle was awkward and after the energetic shafting which had
just occurred she found she had to break the kiss sooner than she
would have liked. She was feeling very dizzy again from all the
bumping and grinding. Spike wasn't happy with the breakage of the
kiss.

"Kiss me woman!" he demanded.

Buffy giggled at him "Hey bucko. Victoria shuffled off the throne
and on to a better place quite a while ago. Men can't go ad
dd
demanding like that these days. You sir, are a mis…..miso……"

"Misogynist?" Spike offered.

"Pig!" Buffy finished, snuggling back against him as he laughed
outright at her silliness.

"But you love it Slayer, and you know you do. So get your lips back
around here and kiss your Victorian-relic of a vampire."

She turned her head again but instead of kissing him she leaned back
a little and nibbled along his jaw line to his right ear. She sucked
the lobe between her teeth and worried at it as her hand came up to
caress his other cheek. Spike growled, the rumbling in his chest
vibrating pleasantly against her back. Again the position was too
uncomfortable to hold for long and Buffy faced forward again. Spike
was still embedded in her and was growing harder again by the second.

"I said kiss me!" he complained nudging at her bottom with his hips
causing her to laugh out loud at the jolting.

"Maybe I need some incentive." She td.
d.

"Slayer, can you feel how hard I am again? I should think that would
be incentive enough luv. 'Cos I'm not gonna do anything with it if
you don't do as I tell you."

"Oh, you mean it's actually in me?" Buffy couldn't resist teasing a
little more. "I wasn't sure to be honest."

"Slayer," Spike growled warningly "That's not the sort of thing you
should tease a man about."

He moved his hands to grab her hips, intent on making damn sure she
felt him inside her. Buffy's concentration however was not holding
up under the alcohol and she'd been distracted when her eyes fell on
the whiskey still sitting on the coffee table. Twisting them both
round she pulled herself free of him; his dick sliding out of her
with a slurping sound that, had she been sober, would no doubt have
made her wrinkle her nose and blush profusely. As it was it just
made her laugh.

"Hey!" Spike protested "Come back. I'm not done with you!" He
reached down as he finished speaking to rub at his cock, slick with
their combined juices.

Buffy purposefully bent over directly in front of him to retrieve
the whiskey; giving him a full on view of her glistening pussy
and `his & hers' cum covered inner thighs. Spike's cock jumped at
the sight and he was just about to grab her when her actions changed
his mind. Sovedoved the bottle further over on the table then, in a
decidedly ungraceful fashion clambered on top of the table on her
hands and knees. He watched raptly, growing increasingly intrigued
by her odd and frankly alluring behaviour.

Buffy looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at him. Spike
couldn't resist. As soon as her head turned back he reached out and
lightly slapped each lovely globe of her ass.

"Now, now, Spikey we're going to play a little game but not if you
don't behave!" she turned her head again and grinned at him.
Manoeuvring herself and the bottle she turned to face him and
added, "Now, sit right back on the sofa and we can play."

"Only one game I want to play luv." Spike answered "And it sure as
hell doesn't involve us being this far apart."

Buffy pouted at him, knowing her could never resist that. The pout
turned to a grin as Spike rolled his eyes at her before settling
right back in the seat.

"Okay, first off we both lose the rest of our clothes." They both
still had their pants at mid-thigh. Spike's top half was fully
clothed in the black shirt he'd worn in an effort to look at least
vaguely smart for the wedding. Buffy still technically wore the
sweatshirt that she had put on. Now it was scrunched up under her
arms where Spike had shoved it in order to play with her breasts
earlier.

"Well, it's a good start at least." Spike said, quickly divesting
himself of his clothes then sitting back again to watch as Buffy
shimmied out of her sweat pants and pulled her top over her head,
leaving her hair a little wild looking. Buffy was now sitting cross
legged, Indian style on the coffee table facing him.

"Ok," she said "first of all I take a drink." Which she did, she
raised the bottle to her lips and took an almighty swig. More than
she intended actually and when she took the bottle away she felt
some of the whiskey slipping down her chin. She pulled her lower lip
in as her tongue darted out to catch the drop. She saw annecenecessary breath catch in Spike's throat at the sight of her
tongue and the game she had intended to play went right out of the
window as a wicked idea came over her.

"See something you like?" she saucily questioned, running her tongue
over her lips as seductively as a drunken woman can. Spike being
pretty drunken himself did find it incredibly seductive and his cock
twitched a little as he watched. Buffy smiled to herself and slowly
brought the whiskey back up to her lips. Lowering her head to the
top of the long-necked bottle she looked up at him through her
lashes and began to run her tongue slowly around the bottle top.

Spike made to move towards her but she removed her mouth, fixed him
with a glare and shook her head at him. Spike was very tempted to
grab her, haul her over to him and push her head down onto his dick,
so her tongue could play there as it had been on the bottle. He held
himself back however, wanting to see if this was going where he
thought (or rather hoped) it was going.

Buffy saw him relax back and smiled again, returning her mouth to
the bottle neck. Again her tongue swirled around the top, before her
mouth descended on the neck. She slowly drew the bottle in and out
of her mouth, making sure to keep it tilted slightly so that he
could see her tongue moving on the underside. She looked him in the
eye as she removed it from her mouth and snaked her hand down her
stomach to the soft wet flesh between her legs. Spike unconsciously
mirrored her, his own hand moving down to his dick without any
cognisant thought of his own.

"Race you." She said with a twinkle in her eye, pulling Spike out of
his spellbound state.

"What?" he said, lust and sentient thought fighting for control of
his brain. Lust was winning at the moment leaving him more than a
little confused.

"I said `race you'." She repeated "Whoever cums first wins. If I win
you go down on me, if you win……….." her words trailed off as she
once again bent her head. Her pointed tongue peeked out and she ran
it from the point where the neck widened up to the top, showing
rather than telling him what would happen if he won. In terms of
encouragement Spike thought her actions were (a)rousing to say the
least. He began to pump his cock fast and hard as Buffy gave up
playing and matched him now in speed and pressure, rubbing equally
fast and hard at her clit.

Her fwerewere firmly planted on the floor as she sat on the table.
She moved them further apart to give him a better view of her
drenched opening as she frantically rubbed at herself. Both of her
hands now moved in sync, one drawing the bottle in and out as her
head bobbed; the other stoked the fire between her legs as her hips
pushed back against it.

As Spike stroked his cock wildly, he honestly didn't know whether he
wanted to win. The sight of her blowing the bottle was amazing and
made him ache to have her mouth on his dick; especially when she
used her pointed tongue to flick back and forth over the top. The
conflict arose however when he looked down at her dripping snatch,
where she now had two fingers inside of herself and was using the
knucof hof her thumb to stimulate her clit; that sight made him want
to drop to his knees in front of her and taste her cream.

Both were panting as they got closer to their peaks, but they didn't
once break eye contact the sight of each others rising excitement
making their own rise all the more. Spikes mouth ran away with him.
Despite the fact that dirty talk got Buffy hotter than hell he began
to pant instructions to her. He was running the risk of making her
come first but he just couldn't help himself. It was one of the
things that Buffy yelled at him the most for, the fact that he just
couldn't ever keep his mouth shut. Even with the risk he couldn't
help taunting her (albeit in a playful way) even now.

"That's it luv," He encouraged "suck it good. Going to be my dick
soon enough, better get some practice in…….. Faster, Buffy………… suck
it like I know you want to suck my dick……………. Faster………. Harder…."
He moved to the edge of the sofa but still didn't reach for her,
just kept on pumping his shaft as she moaned round the bottle and
slammed her hand between her legs. "Fuck your gorgeous mouth with
it……….that's it……..I'm gonna win Slayer……….gonna shoot my load all
over you……..spray your tits while you try to beat me."

A muffled "Oh God" came from Buffy. She was almost mindless with
desire now and she just couldn't finger herself hard or fast enough.
Panting and moaning she dropped the bottle so that she could use
both hands on her cunt. She shoved four fingers inside of herself
now as her newly free hand came down to rub frantically at clitclit.

Spike was true to his word. In what only seemed like a matter of
seconds he roared as his dick began to spew thick ropes of cum in
Buffy's direction. As soon as the first bit hit her chest she began
to cum. Spike stood up as she lay back on the table and continued to
frig herself silly, howling out her release. He emptied himself onto
her and collapsed back onto the sofa to watch her ride out the end
of her orgasm.

When they had both regained a little of their equilibrium their eyes
met again. Buffy smiled a silly grin at him and Spike laughed. He
reached for a tissue from a box conveniently located under the table
and began to clean her off.

"Don't do that Spike," Buffy said running her finger tip through
some of the ejaculate on her chest before sucking it off her
finger "I'll get it all eventually."

"Sorry Slayer," Spike continued his task "No can do. You owe me a
blow job and I'm not prepared to wait. Sooner I get this off you,
sooner you can get on with it……..loser."

"What are you talking about Spike?" Buffy asked "You didn't win.
That was so obviously a dead heat. We came together just cos I can
do it for longer doesn't make me last!"

"No Slayer, I distinctly remember that you didn't get your `cum
face' until I already started spraying you lovely tits." He had
finished his task now and stood up. "You're not going to weasel out
of this one! Stop pouting and come and suck my dick."

He reached out to grab her arm and help her up from her reclining
position but Buffy had other ideas. She rolled out of his grasp and,
unfortunately for her kept rolling until she landed with a soft thud
on the floor. She quickly scrambled up and bolted for the door. She
stopped at the door and turned to him "Ok maybe I do owe you a blow
job, but you'll have to catch me first."

Giggling, she ran for the stairs, pursued by a chuckling Spike who
gleefully let her stay a little ahead so he could watch her bottom
bounce as she ran up the stairs.

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