Second Chances

Chapter 3

A night to remember

“This doesn’t look so bad does it?” asked Buffy as she took in the red walls and gold framed mirrors that seemed to fill the place.

There was a heady exotic scent of incense, which hung on the air like a perfumed cloud, giving a smoky atmosphere to the place. A scantily clad woman came to take their coats.

“You have gold tickets am I right?”

Buffy nodded.

“Nice choice, they include theme rooms. What’s your kink?” she asked. “We have the roman orgy room, that’s a favourite if you are into group activities?”

“No, er I think the wife and I would prefer the one on one approach thanks,” said Spike hastily.

As the girl took away their coats, Buffy frowned at him. “Funny names for a night club and what did she mean about group activities?”

“I have no idea,” said Spike, keeping his face bland as their hostess returned.

“If you would like to follow me, I have just the room. I am very good at guessing what our clients need,” said the girl confidently.

“Oh, my,” said Buffy as they walked into the main room. She looked at the walls, blushing at the erotic artwork that hung on them. A thought finally started to occur to her. “Spike, I think I might have made a mistake about what kind of place this is…Faith said…come to think of it, this is exactly Faith’s kinda place! I am gonna kill her tomorrow,”

“Can I join in?” asked Spike.

Buffy looked at him. “Do you want to leave?”

“No, do you?” he asked uncertainly.

“Let’s check it out first,” said Buffy.

Spike smiled, at least she was curious, and that had to be a good thing. He meant it when he said he was going to hunt Faith down. He had told her somewhere tasteful and romantic. He guessed they just had differing opinions as to what that was!

Spike and Buffy linked hands and walked down a corridor with lots of doors leading off it. The hostess stopped at a door and opened it. Buffy let out a little squeak as she saw the room was already occupied. A couple were having sex on the bed, both lost in their own private ecstasy, oblivious to the fact that they had spectators.

“Oops! Sorry wrong room,” apologised the girl.

Spike caught a hint of smirk on her face. Sorry my ass, he thought. She closed the door, muffling the cries of the couple as they came loudly. Buffy pressed her hands to her cheeks. She suddenly felt overheated. They carried on down the hallway until they stopped at the last door. This time the girl checked it before opening it wide for them to see inside. Thankfully, for both Buffy and Spike the room was unoccupied.

“Keeping to the roman theme...we like to call this our Gladiator room,” she giggled. “There are plenty of costumes for role play. The Master and servant. Or the gladiator with a big sword, pleasuring the…”

“Thanks luv, I think we get it,” said Spike as he handed her a tip and closed the door in her face.

“Spike, that was a bit rude of you,” said Buffy.

Spike turned around and faced her. “I wanted tonight to be really special for you pet,”

Buffy sighed and put her arms around him. “It’s kinda funny really when you think about it,” she started laughing.

Spike looked down at her, his face an expression of wonderment. It had been so long since he had seen her really laugh. Maybe Faith had known what she was doing after all. Spike looked around the room at the large bed that dominated it.

Buffy giggled as she picked up a couple of the costumes laid out.

“There’s skimpy peasant toga or a dress, and look at these Birkenstocks, I think my grandfather had a pair of them,”

Spike decided to get into the spirit of things as he walked over to the cabinet and began to explore its contents.

“Wow,”

“What is it?” asked Buffy.

Spike opened the cabinet further for her to see. Buffy was stuck dumb for a moment as she saw the shelves were laden with every sex toy known to man and few that completely puzzled her altogether.

Spike picked up a huge vibrator and it buzzed to life. “Do you think we’ll need this?”

Buffy gave him an indignant look. “I prefer the real thing thank you very much,”

He put the vibrator back in the cabinet and looked at her, deliberately running his tongue over his lower lip. Buffy felt an ache build between her legs just from looking at it as it rimmed his full lower lip. She shivered as she remembered just how skilled it was. Why had she denied them so long? Okay this evening wasn’t quite what she had had in mind, but she was going to make the most out of it and keep him so knackered he wouldn’t have the time to think about Harmony Kendall!

“So, you going to stand there all night or am I going to see the big sword that the girl was talking about?” she grinned.

She turned away and slowly began to remove her clothing. Spike sat back on the bed, deciding to enjoy the show. She had got as far as unzipping her red dress and then she stopped and turned around.

“You don’t get off that easy mister, I want to see you in that Russell Crowe outfit right now!” she demanded, throwing the short tunic at him.

Spike peeled the garment off his face and got up from the bed. “I am not wearing a dress for anyone, that’s Harris’s party trick,”

Buffy, removed her dress to stand in front of him, wearing nothing but a red thong. “Then I guess you don’t get to touch this,” she replied, running a hand up her body to cup one of her breasts.

Spike swayed on his feet as all the blood in his body flowed into one direction. Buffy smiled with satisfaction as she saw the fabric of his pants tighten. She walked over to him and cupped him through the material.

“There’s my big sword,” she giggled.

Spike groaned and pressed himself into her hand. Buffy removed her hand from his erection and slipped his jacket from his shoulders. Her fingers made quick work of his bowtie, as she flung it to one side. She gasped as his hand came up to touch one of her breasts, rubbing the sensitive tip with the pads of his agile fingers. She held in the moan that was building up in her throat as wetness flooded her panties.

“Now, now, we don’t want the party to be over before its started, do we?” she asked, pulling herself out of his grasp.

She walked over to the fridge in the corner and opened it, and as she bent down, she gave Spike a perfect view of her rear. He was sure the little minx was doing it on purpose; he thought as he unzipped himself and dropped his pants to his knees. Well two people could play that game! He was naked by the time she turned around. Buffy almost dropped the champagne flutes as she saw her husband his undressed glory. Her eyes travelled down the perfection of his body, to his waist and his erect cock as it rested on his belly.

“Champagne?” she asked.

Spike picked up the bluish coloured toga and slipped it over her head. She felt like crying at the sight of such flawlessness being covered by the material.

He smirked at her, before taking the champagne bottle from her hands and he popped the cork. Buffy watched in fascination as the bubbles sprayed out of the top of the bottle, shrieking as some of the icy liquid splashed over her.

Spike put the bottle down. “Sorry luv,” He watched as the liquid ran down her breasts, unable to control himself any longer he pulled her to him, lowered his head, and encased a wet nipple with his tongue, sucking the champagne off her breast.

“Spike,” her voice caught on a sob. “I’m so sorry,”

He raised his head to look at her, surprised to see tears in her eyes. “Nuthin’ to be sorry for, I have my Buffy back…that’s all that matters,”

“Oh God I love you,” she groaned as she kissed him hard on the lips.

Spike wrapped his arms around her and held her to him tightly. “I love you too; I wanted to tell you so many times and…”

“I wouldn’t let you, “she finished sadly. “Well actions speak louder than words Spike, how about you show me?” she encouraged as she nipped at his ear with her teeth.

“Your wish is my command,” he replied as he picked her up and carried her over to the ridiculously huge bed and placed her on it.

“What about my dress?” she asked, motioning to the costume that lay on the table.

“No point luv, I would only want to rip it off you,” he growled as he joined her on the bed.

“I’m still wearing my panties,” she reminded him.

Spike’s eyes widened slightly, before his hand travelled to the waistband of her red satin briefs and he tore them from her body in one stroke. He drank in the sight of her naked body, still so beautiful and firm after carrying two of his babies. He bent his head to lick along the flesh of her stomach, tasting the stickiness of the champagne that had dried on her body. Buffy threaded her fingers through his hair as his lips travelled lower and he parted her legs.

He breathed in the musky scent of her arousal, before dipping his head between her thighs to taste her. Buffy cried out as his tongue flicked at her clit, with slow measured movements as he lapped at her juices. She cried out with the pleasure of it as he placed his hands under her rear and pulled her closer to his questing tongue. Buffy felt spots form in front of her eyes as he plunged his tongue deep inside her, his incredibly long tongue that she thanked the gods for at that moment.

She could feel her release building inside her, threatening to burst at any moment. Spike could feel it too, if his ministrations were anything to go by as he speeded up his movements with his tongue and rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“Spike, I’m cumming,” she breathed at her head arched back off the pillows.

Spike felt her walls contract around his tongue as he lapped at the fresh flood of liquid as she cried out, stifling her scream into one of the pillows. He lifted his head, a look of satisfaction on his face. He still had it in him to make his girl scream even after five years of marriage.

Buffy lay back against the covers, she couldn’t have moved at that moment if the club had been on fire. She smiled at her husband shyly, he leaned into to kiss her and she tasted herself on his lips.

“I kinda of like the idea of you in a dress, makes everything so much more accessible,” she smiled as her hand disappeared under the hem of his toga. She wrapped her hands around his hard cock and he closed his eyes and sucked in his breath.

“As good as that feels pet, you do much more of that and I am likely to blow before the main event,”

Buffy pumped his member with her hand a couple of more times before she slipped off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going far,” she grinned, looking back at him over her shoulder.

She got back on the bed a moment later, crawling across it like a cat on all fours. She held a large ring in her hand. “It’s a good job they have one of these then, isn’t it?” she asked, holding the cock ring up with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Oh, God woman you are going to be the death of me,” he groaned as she slipped it over his penis and down to the base.

“But what a way to go,” she smiled, before dipping her head to lick at the pearly white pre-cum, that beaded at the head of his cock.

Spike groaned as he watched her mouth swallow up his cock an inch at a time, licking up and down the shaft. He held her soft hair, in his hands as her head bobbed up and down, and he could feel the pressure building up in his groin, but was denied release. She suddenly raised her head and looked at him, licking her lips.

“What?” he asked.

“Fuck me Spike, I want you inside me. Fuck me with your big…hard…cock,”

Spike’s eyes almost rolled up in the back of his head. She hadn’t forgotten his love of hearing her talk dirty to him. She turned and faced away from him and parted her legs, giving him a perfect view of her trimmed bush.

Spike got up from the bed, and positioned himself behind her, teasing her with the tip, sliding it in and out, before she thrust backwards onto him, impaling herself on his shaft. Neither of them moved for a moment until she urged him on as he rode her from behind, increasing his pace. She had to hold onto the bedposts for fear of being fucked right off the bed.

“It that all you got?” she asked taunting him. He loved it when she got aggressive with him in the bedroom. “Fuck me harder,” Moments later he was gratified to feel her squeezing his cock with the walls of her vagina as she had her second orgasm of the evening. Spike continued to thrust into her, sweat dripped off his face and onto her back.

“Buffy I need to come…please,” he begged.

Buffy pulled away from him and turned around to remove the cock ring from his glistening member. He got off the bed and went to the cabinet to get a condom and he walked back to the bed. He tore open the foil packet and began to put it on himself, when Buffy made a decision in her head and snatched it away from him.

“You don’t need that,”

“I might get you pregnant,”

“I don’t care; I want you to come inside me,”

It took all of Spike’s self control, not to come on the spot.

“If you are sure?”

“Spike shut up and get over here and screw me,”

“Yes ma’am,” he gave her a mock salute before settling between her legs. He lifted one of her calves over his shoulder, never taking his eyes from her face as he sank into her warm depths. “I don’t know how long I am going to make this last…” he groaned as she lifted her hips.

“Don’t worry about me, its your turn to have a little fun,” she smiled as she touched his face tenderly.

Spike started thrusting, slowly at first, building up his pace as his urgency for release grew. From the look on his wife’s face, he could see she was right along there with him as he pounded into her. Her hands slid around him to grip his rear as she felt the advent of her third orgasm building inside her. Spike increased his pace as he felt her walls start to contract around him.

“Buffy!” he cried out as he came hard, filling her with the warmth of his seed.

Both of them lay back on the bed, in a tangle of exhausted limbs. Spike rested his head against her breasts.

“I think Faith knew what she was doing after all,” said Buffy when she finally got her breath back.

“Remind me to send her a big bunch of flowers as a way of thanks for setting the whole thing up,”

Buffy sat up in the bed and pushed Spike off of her. “Wait a minute! I just realised something, when I mentioned that I was going to kill Faith when I next saw her, you didn’t even ask why! You set this whole thing up between you didn’t you?” she demanded.

Spike looked at her sheepishly “Yeah, but…”

“No buts about it mister…so the Harmony thing, she wasn’t after you at all was she?”

“Nope, happily engaged to one of the senior partners,” said Spike, not looking the least bit repentant. “And it worked a treat, but I was trying to tell you, that when I asked Faith to help arrange something, I was thinking more along the lines of dinner and dancing at some quiet little club, not planning the shag of my life,”

Buffy about to speak, closed her mouth again for a moment before finding her voice. “It was the shag of your life…really?” she asked

“Hell yes, I missed holding you and touching you so much Buffy,” he groaned “This past year…”

“I have been a total selfish bitch…” she finished for him.

“Never! You were dealing the only way you knew how,”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you go into Josh’s room sometimes to talk to him?” asked Buffy “No, don’t answer that. I think I know why, because you couldn’t talk to me,”

Spike pulled her, unresisting into his arms. “Let’s look on tonight as a second chance for both of us luv. We can’t forget or change the past, but we can build a better future. Neither of us will ever forget that special little boy that was given to us for such a short time, but we can help each other grieve and heal, if you will just let me in Buffy,”

She leaned over him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “I want to do all those things with you Spike,” she sighed.

“Good, now give me half an hour and we can make good use of this room…I love you Buffy, happy valentines day,” he whispered against her hair.

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Nine Months later

“Daddy, I want to see my new baby brother!” said Bethany jumping up and down excitedly.

“Well come on then,” he picked up his daughter and carried her into Buffy’s private hospital room.

Buffy sat up in bed, cradling her newborn son in her arms. “Hi baby!” she beamed at the sight of her daughter.

“Bethy not the baby anymore!” she said indignantly.

“Do you mind sweetheart?” Buffy asked her.

“No I think he’s cute. Can I play with him?” she asked.

“When he’s a bit older,” grinned her mom.

“It’s a good thing we had a son, I was seriously thinking of calling our child Paradise if it was a girl,” Spike teased her.

She grinned at their shared memories of that wonderful night. She handed their son to Spike as she gingerly got up from the bed and sat in the waiting wheelchair. Spike handed the baby back to her and picked up her holdall.

“C’mon let’s go home,” she said.

THE END

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A/N Thanks everyone for reading, sorry its not longer, but it was meant as Valentine challenge for a LJ community.