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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,171
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Spike held the pack to her with an eyebrow raised. “No thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” He lay back on the bed, legs relaxed and draped over the edge, naked as the day hs bos born and completely unashamed.
It was beginning to sink in. Buffy felt a panic rising up and was trying to keep her voice relaxed, all while trying to work out through the dim lights where the hell her clothes were.
“Pet, you keep worrying yourself like that, you’ll have a ‘art attack by the time you reach 30. It’s just fucking, that’s all. Nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. Namely because you aren’t wearing any.”
With one hand behind his head and the other holding his smoke to his mouth, he looked like nothing short of the devil. And the devil could apparently go all night long. Buffy blushed when she saw he was becoming aroused again and tried to look at anything but... that.
“Oh, look who has a blush now. “ He affected a falsetto, “‘Please. Fuck me - oh it’s been so long since my doddering old man was able to get a stiffy and put it to me right smart.’”
She looked at him horrified, jaw dropped, unable to keep from her face how close he had come with that remark.
“Fuck. You.” Her hands were shaking as she reached for her clothes and did her best to get them on quickly.
“Good Lord, woman. Are you kidding me? I was only joking. Who the fuck is this wanker? I thought you were just looking for a bit o’ fun, that’s all. You know, something dirty and naughty to tell the ladies over tea?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing. This is just... wrong!”
Spike jumped up quickly and stood to block her. “Sweets, I had no idea I was hitting close to the mark with that. Just being a bit of an ass - I was teasing you. Don’t go. Please. Pretty please with sugar and kittens.”
She laughed a bit at that, and her shoulders dropped.
“Knew I’d get a laugh. God, what you must be thinking of me. Let me get you something to drink. What’s your pleasure?”
How could someone be so infuriating, puerile, and callow, yet be such a gentleman? Besides - she wasn’t quite ready to face her house yet. “Coke. Or anything with caffeine.”
He was still naked! She couldn’t believe it. Standing in front of the fridge. Naked! Putting ice cubes in her glass with no pants. None! “Um, is that really very sanitary?”
He looked at the glass expecting some horrible oozing slime on the rim, then looked back at her befuddled. And saw her blush. “Christ. You are from the ‘burbs. Probably knit booties for the mummies on the block.” He did, however, put on his jeans again.
“Now, tell me all about this great arse of a man who lets a beautiful woman such as yourself walk around unfulfilled as you are.” He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “You are quite possibly the most ripe woman I have ever seen, so don’t think you are fooling me. I know when a person’s not getting any, and I can tell when they should be getting it ‘round the clock, and that’s you, love.”
She sat on a barstool, unsure of what to do or say. Angel worked late, crazy hours; she spent most of her time filing the hours until he came home to ignore her. If she was going to be completely honest with herself, she had no one to talk to. No one that wouldn’t offer some platitude, or some weak light of hope, “he’ll come around eventually.” It was going on two years. Eventually was make believe.
“I’m not sure what to say, or what you want to hear. Basically, I married too young, and I married someone in love witeir eir work. Two and two make for lonely me.” She swallowed a large gulp of her coke and found a lot of something extra topping it off.
“Thought you could use a little Dutch courage. So: Mr. Wanker is too busy shaking hands with the board to pay attention to the home fires. Pity, love. Why do you stay? Money? He isn’t mean to you, is he?” He surprised himself with the anger he felt at the thought of someone laying a hand on her.
“No, nothing like that. He’d have to be there to hit me right? I don’t know why I stay. Didn’t think I had a reason good enough to leave, I guess.”
At some point during her talking Spike had moved closer to her and was playing with her hair. When she stopped talking long enough to notice, he used the back of her hand to caress her cheek. She couldn’t help her eyes closing, or her head turning to feel more of his stroking.
“Poor little girl. Seems like you need to remember how good things can feel.” He leaned towards her and kissed her neck. “Some things can feel very good. Do you still want to leave?”
She answered him by dropping her things back on the floor.
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TBC...
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Chapter 3
Spike held the pack to her with an eyebrow raised. “No thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” He lay back on the bed, legs relaxed and draped over the edge, naked as the day hs bos born and completely unashamed.
It was beginning to sink in. Buffy felt a panic rising up and was trying to keep her voice relaxed, all while trying to work out through the dim lights where the hell her clothes were.
“Pet, you keep worrying yourself like that, you’ll have a ‘art attack by the time you reach 30. It’s just fucking, that’s all. Nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. Namely because you aren’t wearing any.”
With one hand behind his head and the other holding his smoke to his mouth, he looked like nothing short of the devil. And the devil could apparently go all night long. Buffy blushed when she saw he was becoming aroused again and tried to look at anything but... that.
“Oh, look who has a blush now. “ He affected a falsetto, “‘Please. Fuck me - oh it’s been so long since my doddering old man was able to get a stiffy and put it to me right smart.’”
She looked at him horrified, jaw dropped, unable to keep from her face how close he had come with that remark.
“Fuck. You.” Her hands were shaking as she reached for her clothes and did her best to get them on quickly.
“Good Lord, woman. Are you kidding me? I was only joking. Who the fuck is this wanker? I thought you were just looking for a bit o’ fun, that’s all. You know, something dirty and naughty to tell the ladies over tea?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing. This is just... wrong!”
Spike jumped up quickly and stood to block her. “Sweets, I had no idea I was hitting close to the mark with that. Just being a bit of an ass - I was teasing you. Don’t go. Please. Pretty please with sugar and kittens.”
She laughed a bit at that, and her shoulders dropped.
“Knew I’d get a laugh. God, what you must be thinking of me. Let me get you something to drink. What’s your pleasure?”
How could someone be so infuriating, puerile, and callow, yet be such a gentleman? Besides - she wasn’t quite ready to face her house yet. “Coke. Or anything with caffeine.”
He was still naked! She couldn’t believe it. Standing in front of the fridge. Naked! Putting ice cubes in her glass with no pants. None! “Um, is that really very sanitary?”
He looked at the glass expecting some horrible oozing slime on the rim, then looked back at her befuddled. And saw her blush. “Christ. You are from the ‘burbs. Probably knit booties for the mummies on the block.” He did, however, put on his jeans again.
“Now, tell me all about this great arse of a man who lets a beautiful woman such as yourself walk around unfulfilled as you are.” He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “You are quite possibly the most ripe woman I have ever seen, so don’t think you are fooling me. I know when a person’s not getting any, and I can tell when they should be getting it ‘round the clock, and that’s you, love.”
She sat on a barstool, unsure of what to do or say. Angel worked late, crazy hours; she spent most of her time filing the hours until he came home to ignore her. If she was going to be completely honest with herself, she had no one to talk to. No one that wouldn’t offer some platitude, or some weak light of hope, “he’ll come around eventually.” It was going on two years. Eventually was make believe.
“I’m not sure what to say, or what you want to hear. Basically, I married too young, and I married someone in love witeir eir work. Two and two make for lonely me.” She swallowed a large gulp of her coke and found a lot of something extra topping it off.
“Thought you could use a little Dutch courage. So: Mr. Wanker is too busy shaking hands with the board to pay attention to the home fires. Pity, love. Why do you stay? Money? He isn’t mean to you, is he?” He surprised himself with the anger he felt at the thought of someone laying a hand on her.
“No, nothing like that. He’d have to be there to hit me right? I don’t know why I stay. Didn’t think I had a reason good enough to leave, I guess.”
At some point during her talking Spike had moved closer to her and was playing with her hair. When she stopped talking long enough to notice, he used the back of her hand to caress her cheek. She couldn’t help her eyes closing, or her head turning to feel more of his stroking.
“Poor little girl. Seems like you need to remember how good things can feel.” He leaned towards her and kissed her neck. “Some things can feel very good. Do you still want to leave?”
She answered him by dropping her things back on the floor.
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TBC...