Roomies

A/N- THANKS for all the reviews :D They made me write more! I wasn't going to make them gay, but it ran away with me :P I forgot to update here when I updated my site, so here's the latest....

“Angel?” Buffy choked out, her eyes screwed shut as tight as she could, trying to erase the images in her head. What was it with people she knew going gay? First Willow then Angel, maybe it was the latest fashion.
Well that was one fashion trend she didn’t feel the compulsion to follow.
Spike stood slack jawed at the spectacle before him. Not one, but two tossers in the hot tub. Together. That was his libido completely shot dead.
Not quite understanding the spluttered explanations from either party, Buffy and Spike turned around to give the men some privacy, Spike dragging Buffy out of the room bursting into infectious laughter the second the door slammed behind them.
Joining in with Spike, Buffy continued to run until her lungs could carry her no further. Sinking to the ground, giggling and hiccupping she frowned, trying to breathe deeply.
“You know,” She gasped, holding her hand out to Spike and allowing him to pull her to her feet. “That makes all of my ex boyfriends gay?”
Wisely choosing to keep silent about her previous choices in men, Spike simply took the key card from her purse and opened the door to the suite, ushering Buffy towards the bed and peeling off her clothes. Seeing the door to Dawn’s suite closed firmly Buffy began to press kisses down Spike’s neck, opening his shirt button by button, pushing him back until his knees pressed against the bed. This was for him, as well as to erase the images in her mind of Riley and Angel.
Swinging them around he lay Buffy down on the bed, crawling over her, licking and sucking at her throat trying to express just how much he loved her.
Letting his mouth worship her neck, Buffy began to tug at his clothes, stripping him slowly, easing him over onto his side to undo his jeans.
Feeling Buffy’s hot little hands encircle his cock made his eyes roll back into his head. She was trying to kill him, he was sure. At least he’d die happy.
He grinned, sucking on her neck hard enough to leave a lasting mark. Buffy continued to writhe and moan beneath him, the sensation of his hot mouth alternated with cool air was driving her wild, making her increase her pace just to keep up with him. Gripping him tighter, she pumped furiously wanting to take him into her mouth but not having the courage to go ahead and do it.
Turning onto his back, Spike let Buffy drape over him. Stilling her hand with his he smiled reassuringly, love shining in his eyes turning to pure lust when she began to kiss a trail down his chest, over his stomach to the patch of thick curly hair that his sculpted muscled abs pointed to so innocently.
Using her hand to guide herself she placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock, taking the head into her mouth she sucked gently, the moan escaping from his lips encouraging her to take more in.
Sucking him in gently and rolling her tongue beneath his cock she was filled with a sense of pure feminine power when he arched his hips right off the bed, moaning in delight.
Sucking harder she was rewarded with another lusty moan, going at it with renewed vigour she snaked her hand beneath his cock, taking the time to fondle his balls before finding an even more sensitive piece of skin beneath her fingers, his moaning becoming loud enough to rouse Dawn as he received the best blow job he’d ever had.
Lifting his head from where he was suckling on her neck in a bid to stop her in time, Spike was amazed to see Buffy hollow her cheeks around the head of his cock and suck hard, swallowing down each mouthful of come with an astoundingly coy expression, eye contact never breaking. She licked her lips and gave his cock one last kiss, crawling up in his body in what she hoped was a sexy way and sliding her hot core up and down his abs, kissing and nibbling at his lips, neck and chest and finally slipping him inside as another erection grew. Pleasure for him, now pleasure for her as well she smiled.
Lying back on the bed, Spike’s loss of feeling in his legs made him unable to do anything but watch as Buffy stretched herself on top of him, interlacing his fingers with her own and stretching her toes to meet his. Lying atop of Spike, Buffy found her rhythm, rocking from side to side and up and down slowly, her eyes never leaving his.
The grip of their fingers expressing just how much they both needed this slow exploration and declaration of love, Buffy found herself floating away from her body. Pleasure beyond anything she’d known as their bodies rocked gently against one another.
This wasn’t about lust anymore. This was love.
There in their own cocoon of love there were no worries, no problems. Each one wishing they could stay like this forever.

Bidding her ex husband goodbye and waving cheerily at his latest squeeze, Joyce climbed wearily into her cab snippets of conversations replaying themselves over and over in her head trying to make sense of themselves.
Was life ever easy?
Directing the driver to the airport she found herself looking forward to Christmas, sorting through family issues and rebuilding trust would be easier over the holidays.
She just hoped that her daughters still wanted to celebrate the holidays with her.