Shot in the Dark

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Chapter 35: Wicked Way
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Thoughts of prophecy and impending doom shoved way down deep for the moment, Buffy continues to sashay down the sidewalk, heading back towards her house. She can hear the light steps of her lover behind her, but resists the urge to turn and jump him. The anticipation is too delicious to spoil.

Spike trails a few steps behind his blond beauty, eyes racing over her lithe form, hungry and horny. The fact that he may have just heard his death prophesied doesn’t even distract him from the lines of his girl, with her curves in all the right places. He knows he should probably be concerned, but when she looks at him with those searing green eyes full of promise like she just did and twitches those rounded, soft lips in his direction, all the blood rushes from one head to the other and he just can’t think. Can’t worry. Maybe later. He bites his bottom lip and smirks slightly as he sees the Slayer is entering a shadowy part of the sidewalk. With his innate catlike grace, he steps off the sidewalk in mid-stride, dropping instantly into predator mode.

Suddenly, Buffy realizes it is completely silent behind her. She strains with her Slayer senses and feels that familiar tingle of ‘vampire’ nearby. An extra thrill shoots up her spine as she recognizes Spike in particular. Buffy smiles, realizing she has always been able to pick him out of a crowd. Her ability to sense vampires has never been fully explained to her, but it is pretty much infallible. He is still near. But where?

Determined not to let on that she’s lost track of him, Buffy continues to stride confidently. She can play the game. She walks another half a block like this, and still she can’t hear him anywhere. But the tingle remains. Dammit. He’s somewhere behind her. Finally, Buffy can’t resist a quick peek behind. Nothing. Just shadows from the trees overhanging the sidewalk. Not even a glimpse of shocking blond hair. She keeps walking, but must admit she has lost the upper hand here. If she ever had it. The game is most definitely of his making. She walks on, a bit nervous now. And incredibly turned on. Her heart begins to race a little and she feels the blood rushing to her face. She’s been preyed on by a vampire before but never one that she wanted to catch h Nev Never one that she was mad in love with, that she wanted to tackle naked. This is a whole different kind of hunt.

Her only warning is a quiet swish of leather and then his cool hand is on her mouth. His other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her off the sidewalk and into the dark shadow of a tree. She barely has time to take a breath and attempt to shriek in surprise before she feels a very firm and familiar body pressed against her back. All thoughts of struggle end as Buffy’s pulse skyrockets. They are in complete darkness, but she knows that hard body, that distinctive scent of leather and smoke. Her whole body shudders when Spike’s mouth grazes her ear. “Gotcha, luv.” His voice is just above a whisper and she can more feel it than hear it against her skin. Spike loosens his grip enough to let her slide down his body and land on her feet. The friction is maddening. Buffy increases it by wriggling against him slightly, pretending to struggle in his grip. They both know she could probably escape, but they both also know she has no interest in doing so.

Buffy’s voice is light, full of a false fear. “Oh no, Mr. Bad Evil Vampire, what do you plan on doing with poor little defenseless me now that you’ve got me?” She punctuates her words with a solid wiggle of her rear against Spike, who bites a moan in half, trying to keep ahold of her warm body. His erection is suddenly harder than ever and straining against his jeans as he leans back against the tall oak tree, pulling her with him.

Spike concentrates on the game they are playing, makes his voice gruff. “Ah-ah. Wouldn’t be too smart of me to tell you what I have planned, now would it? That’s the way the bad guys always lose. They talk too bloody much.” His voice drops, turns to raw silk on the last sentence. His mouth lowers in the darkness, soft soft lips taking Buffy’s earlobe between them. Letting his teeth nip at her before releasing Buffy’s ear, Spike breathes, “Don’t plan on talking much myself.”

Buffy moans, leans her body back into him. He feels the rough bark dig into his back through the duster as she presses harder. Spike’s hands slide up her sides, dragging against the lightweight fabric of her top, pulling it loose from her skirt. At the moment his bare skin meets hers, a little gasp slips out of Buffy. The cool night air rushes up her torso and she feels her nipples tighten. She lets one arm slide down to Spike’s thigh, fingertips digging into the lean muscle there. One of his hands continues its path upwards and inside her shirt, dancing over the tight skin until he finds her bra. The other arm holds her tight against him. His hand comes up and dances over her breasts, she presses back into him harder than ever, threatening to crush him against the solid tree trunk. Lucky for him he doesn’t need to breathe. The tip of his index finger works around the already hard nipples in circles, teasing, flicking as Buffy’s body twitches in response.

Voices on the sidewalk ten feet away make them both freeze for a moment. Spike leans down to Buffy’s ear, his whisper tickling her. “Very still, luv. Very quiet.” Buffy complies as she recognizes the voices of Xander and Anya.

“I don’t think they bought your excuse, Xander. Sudden onset of dyslexia?” Anya’s voice is full of amusement.

“Got me out of researching, didn’t it, Ahn?”

Buffy stifles a giggle as she pictures the relief on Giles’ and Willow’s faces when the two of them left. There are not two other more unwilling researchers than Xan and Anya.

“Yes and luckily, they also believed that I would need to guide you home in your newly backward reading state.” She suddenly squealed. “Xander!”

“What, sweetie? I figured you knew why I made the excuse…”

After the momentary pause, Spike’s hand returns to roaming over Buffy’s body as the conversation continues, slowly fading as they walk by, oblivious to the presence of the vampire and his Slayer.

“Seeing Buffy and Spike together made you horny, too?”

“Certainly gave me sweaty naked ideas. The sparks between those two were hot! I’m sure they were leaving to…”

“Yeah, and we should…”

“Yeah.” Their steps grow fainter, but quicker as they make for home.

Buffy throws her head back against Spike’s chest as his left hand releases one of her breasts from its lacy covering. The skin draws up in the chill, sending a shiver straight to her core. She struggles to find voice as Spike’s mouth comes down on her neck.

“Sp-Spike…right here? Someone could see us.”

“They didn’t.” He trails kisses down the column of her neck, drawing out a moan.

Buffy grins through her pleasure, the deliciousness of their situation breaking down her inhibitions. “I know. I just don’t want to make anyone jealous.”

A soft chuckle against her skin sends Buffy halfway to a puddle. “That’s my girl… I mean, my hostage.”

Buffy straightens in mock seriousness, “Right, right. Listen, Mr. Bad Guy, you let me go or I’ll scream.” She cranes her neck around to look him in the face.

“Oh you’ll scream, alright.” She can see the glint of white teeth as Spike grins at her. She matches his expression and just then, she feels him relax his hold on her with his right arm. It is all the opening she needs.

He should have suspected it, she is not the Chosen One for nothing. In a maneuver born of instinct and birthright, she spins around and slams Spike’s body back against the tree trunk with her own. He can make out her tongue wetting her lips as she looks up at him. “Is that a promise?” As she speaks, Buffy slowly rolls her body against his until she has him quivering in want.

“Cross my heart, luv.” Spike’s newly freed hands slide down Buffy’s sleek thighs and back up again, dragging her short skirt up with them. Buffy squirms as her bare ass meets the night air. The smirk on Spike’s face widens as his hands find her exposed flesh and squeezes. “All this time, pet? And you didn’t tell me?” He flashes back to sitting on the couch with her at Giles, squeezing her thigh in reassurance. Not even realizing his fingers were mere inches from her…

Buffy stretches up against him, hard nipples poking him through his lightweight shirt. Her entire body is a live wire at the moment, discharging shocks into him and cycling right back into her. Her mouth brushes his lightly, a smile only for him. “Was a surprise, Spike. Did it work?”

“Surely bloody did.” His hands tighten around her ass, lifting her up. Buffy’s legs automatically straddle his lean hips, her shins scraping against the tree. Instantly, she feels the hard bulge in the front of his pants and rubs against it with the warmth between her legs. Spike’s arms shake a bit, wondering how he can hold her if he blacks out from pleasure.

“Damn, baby. That all for me?” Buffy escalates the dirty talk, stunned at what this devilishly handsome man brings out in her. But loving it all the same. No one has ever made her feel like such a vixen. She gyrates on him again, her heat burning through his clothing until he feels near combustion. Her mouth tastes his, lighting on it softly over and over, nipping and nibbling his lips.

She drives him to the point where he can almost not manage a snappy comeback. Her body on his, firm ass in his hands, tight little self rubbing against him. Maybe he already has died and gotten a free pass to the good side of the afterlife? When he feels Buffy’s hands drop to his belt, he knows it is true. Definitely dead, definitely heaven.

“You know it is, pet. All of that and more.” She quickly undoes his belt and jeans, her hand diving in to find his impossibly hard cock, stroking it firmly before releasing it from his pants.

“Good thing, ‘cause Buffy doesn’t share too well.” Angling her hips quickly, Buffy drops onto his erection without ceremony, feeling the shaft stretch and fill her suddenly, pushing the barrier between pleasure and pain. Spike cries out before tightening his grip on her ass, holding her very still and fully impaled. Buffy’s head is thrown back, her neck mere inches from his mouth, strong and slender, blood pumping hard and fast. He leans forward and draws a long slow lick up the skin there, tracing the artery with his firm tongue. A slight tang of sweat and jasmine fills his mouth as he feels her pulse against his tongue. Buffy brings her head forward, meeting Spike’s eyes, welcoming the incredible surge of arousal that rises from their joining to flush her face pink. As her eyes adjust to the dark under the trees, she can start to make out his features again. The strong nose, those angular cheekbones, and oh god, his lips. Gentle and firm at the same time, the bottom one a bit more full, begging for her to grab it. She dives forward, covering his mouth with her own, demanding entrance with her tongue.

Spike welcomes her, extending and deepening the kiss as he struggles for control. Only an effort of supreme will kept him from coming the second she jumped on his cock. Between her incredible tightness and the slick warmth she offers, he is near to exploding every time he enters her. Not to mention the weight of emotion on his heart when he feels her against his skin. Spike’s fingers caress her rear, admiring the smooth firmness as he lifts her slightly. Working with him, she lifts with her powerful thigh muscles, nearly pulling him out of her before sliding his cock back home. Spike’s jaw clenches, every muscle in his neck gone rigid as their kiss continues. He’s going to come in thirty seconds at this rate.

Buffy loves feeling his body go tight, loves knowing she is the cause of his struggle, of the pleasure he is experiencing. She tightens her pelvic muscles, milking his cock hard on the next slow thrust. Spike groans, burying his face in her neck. “Oh god, Buffy. I don’t…oh god, you are so bloody hot…” Buffy grins again, the feeling of him inside her satisfying in a way she didn’t think possible. But she doesn’t want it to end just yet.

Taking one hand off his shoulders, Buffy pulls Spike’s face in front of hers. “Shh, love. Right here. Look at me.” Her eyes holding him still, she rises and falls once. His hands slide up to hold her back, fingers clutching. Her movement becomes fluid, hips bucking ever so slightly against him, inner muscles pulling. Every entrance shaking her from her toes to the tips of her ears. All the while, their eyes stay locked, anchoring each other. Though the light is dim, Buffy can see that gentle blue, can feel the love pouring over her from its depths. Not realizing one of Spike’s hands has been traveling, Buffy feels her body tighten below her navel. He continues to rub her bundle of nerves until she can’t feel her legs. She moves harder and faster, body rubbing against his at a frantic pace, drawing him to the edge of climax and then pushing him right over. In quick succession, they both come, bodies screaming in pleasure as they break eye contact for a passionate kiss. Spike feels his control dissolve as he comes and they slide down the tree, landing in a heap of limbs and half-removed clothing. The night is nearly silent, broken only by the sounds of distant cars and heavy breathing. Reluctant to slide off Spike, Buffy wraps her legs around him, holding him tight against her. Spike’s hands trail on her back in slow, lazy circles. Buffy presses her lips against his neck, his ear, cheek and finally his mouth. Soft and careful, tender and truly loving. She pulls away, looks into Spike’s eyes. He smiles and she wants to kiss the tiny crinkles at the edge of his eyes.

“Can you stand up?” Buffy giggles lightly, shifting slightly in his lap. The sensation of him hardening inside her widens her eyes. He couldn’t…could he? “Guess that answers THAT question. But really, can you? I can’t feel my legs...in a good way.”

“Luv, is this your roundabout way of asking me to carry you?”

She drapes her arms around his neck and nods.

“To your house?” Another nod.

“To sleep?” She shakes her head, a smile touching her mouth.

“Said I was gonna have my wicked ways with you, honey. This was just one of them.”

“Well, in that case, up we go.” Spike finds a new strength, standing up instantly. Buffy bursts into giggles at his quick reaction as they separate and adjust their clothes. She holds out her arms expecting to be cradled in his arms. In one swift movement, Spike throws her over one shoulder, his arm holding her by the thighs. She squeals in surprise as he starts to stride towards her house. “Got some wicked ways myself, luv.”

“Oh you! You’re gonna get it!” Buffy squirms, her butt in the air.

“That’s the idea, luv.” Spike’s laughter mixes with Buffy’s squeaks of indignation as he proceeds through the dark streets of Sunnydale.