Coyote Ugly

Coyote Ugly
Author: Whisper
Rated: NC-17
Category: AU, Gen Romance
Summary: Buffy and Spike meet at the famous bar. WARNING: contains drinking and lots of bar dancing =).

Chapter 3: Feeling

“Come on in, pet.” Spike said as he opened the door to his spacious LA apartment.

Buffy stepped inside and looked around his place. The apartment was just two rooms: a spacious living quarters/kitchen and a bathroom. Hardly any of it was decorated save for a few 80’s rock posters. The walls were just a slab of concrete and the bare floors were covered in places by a few modest rugs. What balanced out the drab interior however was the huge picture window overlooking the LA skyline. Buffy walked over to it and stared outside, taking in the bright city lights.

“I know it’s not much.” Spike said as he walked over next to her, looking out the window as well. “But it does have a great view.”

“It’s beautiful.” Buffy turned to look at him then and found him gazing at her. She smiled softly.

Spike let his eyes wonder over her features, thinking how beautiful she was. He reached out to her then, and slowly lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and exploring, each familiarizing themselves with the others taste. Spike broke away gently, not wanting to get carried away too fast.

“Want something to drink, luv?”

Buffy heard him ask, but was still too dazed from the gentle kiss to be able to comprehend. She blinked.

“Buffy?” Spike was smiling, he understood full well why she didn’t answer.

Buffy came back to herself then and lightly smacked him on the chest because of the gloating smile he was sporting. “No reason to gloat there, bleach-boy, you’re not that good.” Buffy felt she had to regain some of her dignity.

Spike slowly stepped into her, causing her to back up until she pressed against the window. He leaned down until he was whispering in her ear. “Wanna bet, luv?” He began to place gentle biting kisses along her neck and jaw line. Buffy’s breath hitched in her throat and her heartbeat sped up significantly. She let out a breathy moan as he moved up to devour her lips.

Spike didn’t think he could want this woman any more than he already did, but then she let out that moan. His desire for her skyrocketed and he pressed his lower body into hers, desperate for more contact. Their tongues dueled together and his hands tilted her head back to allow him more access.

Buffy felt as if she was drowning in pleasure. If this was what kissing him was like, she couldn’t imagine what having sex with him would be. All too soon, though, all sensations ceased. Buffy opened her eyes, confused as to why he stopped. She looked up to find him smirking down at her.

“Told you, pet.”

Buffy almost growled at him, but was undermined by his boyish grin that she found utterly adorable. She rolled her eyes instead and placed her hands on her hips. She stated very monotonously. “Fine. You are a god in kissing. I am in awe of your frenching skills.”

Spike narrowed his eyes at her. “Now how come that didn’t exactly come across as sincere to me?”

Buffy was the picture of innocence as she shrugged. “Beats me.”

Spike sighed, shook his head and went over to the kitchen area. “Want something to drink?”

Buffy went and sat on his couch, one leg underneath her. “Sure. What do you have?”

Spike opened the fridge and began to rummage. “Not much. Lets see… water… one beer… coke.” He pulled out a milk carton, opened it, sniffed, wrinkled his nose in disgust, closed it, and placed it back into the fridge. He left the fridge to rummage a cabinet. “There’s also coffee…some koolaid mix and… oooh! Hot chocolate. Want some, luv?”

“Hot chocolate?” Buffy thought it was cute how excited over it he was. “Sure, why not.”

Spike smiled at her and then pulled out two mugs out of a different cabinet. He filled them both with water and placed them into his ancient microwave. As the water was heating up he found some marshmallows to put into the drinks.

Buffy smiled. He sure didn’t strike her as the hot chocolate with marshmallows kind of guy and she found it endearing. All the while she was sitting there watching him, she couldn’t help but have a nagging feeling that something was wrong. That she was wrong for being here in the first place. She quickly squashed that thought as he came over to her with the two steaming cups. She gratefully took hers from him as he sat down next to her. She grew solemn, though, as she looked down at her cocoa.

“Something wrong, pet? Don’t like the marshmallows?”

Buffy smiled weakly at him. “No nothing like that. Actually, it reminded me of my mom. She used to love to make me and my sister cocoa.”

“Tell me about her, luv.” Spike said gently.

“My mom?” Buffy looked at him with watery eyes. He nodded and she took in a deep breath.

“She was… to put it simply… amazing. She had such a warmth to her, that no matter what was going on, she could make you feel like it was all going to work out. She raised my sister Dawn and me by herself and successfully ran her own art gallery. My father left us when we were very young, Dawn doesn’t remember him at all and I barely do. She was really protective of us girls too.” Buffy smiled suddenly at a memory. “There was this one time, Mom and I just had a fight over something I don’t even remember now and I took off. I found myself in the bad part of town, which in Sunnydale is about a half a block from the good side of town. Anyway, these guys tried to attack me and Mom comes roaring up the alley in her jeep and gets out with this giant baseball bat. She’s yelling at them to ‘stay the hell away from her daughter,’ and then all the men scurry away like she was the scariest person they’d ever met. We made up after that… She was the strongest person I’ve ever met… and this sickness just killed off pieces of her. Cancer is what the doctors told us. She had a tumor in her brain and it was inoperable.” Her voice choked and a few tears began to slip down her face.

Spike reached out a held her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Buffy continued. “The doctors put her on meds to help slow the growth of the tumor and even chemo, but nothing seemed to hinder it. She was dying slowly in front of us everyday for months and we felt so helpless.” The tears were coming faster and her chin began to quiver. “Sunday I came home after school to find her dead on the couch. I called 911 but there was nothing they could do to bring her back. I feel like if I had just gotten to her sooner maybe I could have saved her.”

Spike set his cocoa down on the end table and gathered her up into his arms. “Shh, luv. It’s not your fault. You can’t think that way.”

“I know in my head that there was nothing I could have done, but that’s not what my heart feels. Even after the autopsy, I still felt like I could have done something to save her. The doctors said that they found more tumors… that the one in her brain had spread to other organs. The one that killed her was on her heart, it… it burst… and she…” Buffy choked.

“Shhh, luv.” Spike ran his hands reassuringly through her hair and began to kiss her tears away. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Buffy set the drink she was still clutching down next to Spike’s and turn in his arms so that she was straddling him. She began to kiss him back hungrily, licking at his lips, begging entrance. Spike parted his lips for her and their tongues danced together. Buffy felt him harden underneath her and she began to rock her hips. Spike groaned and pulled back from her. His desire darkened eyes stared into hers. “Buffy, luv, maybe we shouldn’t. You’re feeling vulnerable right now and I would be taking advanta…”

Spike was cut off by Buffy’s finger on his lips. “Please, Spike. Make me forget.” She began to rain kisses onto his face. “Please. I just want to feel you and forget. Make me forget.”

Spike’s eyes darkened more and he pulled her lips to his, devouring her mouth. Spike ran his hands down her back and pulled her down harder on his growing erection. Buffy moaned loudly at the contact and began to attack his neck with her lips and biting kisses. She suddenly felt Spike hands on her bare, heated skin and wanted more. She began to pull Spike shirt off, but was becoming frustrated in her task, so she ripped it off him.

Spike looked in disbelief at the torn shirt in her hands and smiled. “Destructive little minx, aren’t you?” He kissed her again and stood up with her still wrapped around his waist. He, ungracefully, walked over to his bed and deposited her onto it. She laid back into his pillows and watched him watch her.

Spike thought he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life before. She lay sprawled wantonly on his bed, desire blatant in her face, her lips swollen from his kisses, and wearing nothing but her jeans.

“Cor, luv, you’re gorgeous.” Buffy smiled and crooked her finger at him. Spike obeyed and crawled up the bed to her. Buffy felt her mouth go dry and her panties get wet from the site of him. The muscles rippled in his chest and arms deliciously as he moved over her. He swooped down and claimed her lips again. The kiss was languid as he slowly lowered himself to lie on top of her, wedging himself between her thighs. When he felt the heat of her through her jeans and his, he gasped and thrust against her. Buffy cried out and arched her back at the sensation. Spike groaned and began to kiss down her body. He paused at her breasts to kiss and suckle them, making Buffy writhe beneath him.

Buffy was barely coherent from all the pleasure he was raining on her. Her body was humming with desire and she was writhing uncontrollably. When she felt him latch on to one of her nipples and suck hard, while using his hand to play with her other one, she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. When she came back down from her high, she found Spike looking up at her, his eyes nearly black.

“Did you just cum, luv?” Buffy nodded slowly and Spike smiled. “God, you’re so bloody amazing.” Buffy just groaned as he continued his ministrations. Buffy moved her hands down the front of his body and unbuttoned his jeans, she pushed them down as far as she could but Spike finished taking them off. She looked down his body to see his cock jutting long and thick from the front of his body. Buffy was entranced. She reached down, placed her hand on his shaft, and pumped him slowly. Spike groaned and thrust shallowly into her hand. She moved her hand more confidently, squeezing a little harder on the down stroke, and swirling her thumb around the head. She loved the sounds that he was making because of her. She reached her other hand down and squeezed his sac gently, rolling his testicles in her hand. When she felt his cock harden even more, Spike pulled her hands from him. “If you keep that up, baby, I’m gonna cum and I want to be inside you first.”

His hands went to her pants and quickly pulled them off her, taking her panties too. He looked down at her. “So bloody beautiful,” he said softly. He ran his hands over her breasts, down her stomach, and on the insides of her thighs. Buffy gasped at the soft touch and reached up to pull him down to her. Their mouths ate at each other again. Buffy broke away with a loud moan when she felt his fingers stroking her, playing with her clit. He entered two of his fingers into her and pumped them in and out of her slowly. Buffy’s breath became labored and Spike fingered her faster. Buffy screamed suddenly, her vaginal walls clenching Spike’s fingers as they worked in her. Spike kissed her hard and Buffy circled her arms around his neck, holding him to her. Spike replaced his fingers with his cock and thrust into her. Buffy cried out and arched her back. Spike stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. Wanting more friction, Buffy began to rock against him. Spike moaned and began to thrust into her slowly getting used to the feel of her surrounding him. He pushed himself up and looked into her lust filled eyes. Buffy broke the gaze first and looked down at where their bodies where joining. Spike leaned down and captured her lips again. Buffy tangled her tongue with his and the kiss turned fierce, as the passion between them grew ever higher. Spike was pounding into her making her cry out in pleasure each time. Buffy raked her nails down his back and bit his shoulder. Spike cried out in pleasure and sped up his thrusts even more. Soon they were both falling over the edge, each screaming the others name as they came.

Spike collapsed on top of her, but moved a little to the side so he wouldn’t crush her. He lay there, staring at her while she fell asleep. Soon, he followed her into slumber as well.

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Spike woke the next morning to an empty bed. He looked around the apartment for Buffy, but she wasn’t there. All he found was a note folded up on the pillow. It contained just two words, “Thank you.” Nothing else, not even a phone number.


A/N: Yikes my first smut scene. Harder to write than it seems. Let me know what you guys think!