Magical Toothpaste

Buffy slipped between the rows of tombstones as she idly twirled a wooden stake through her fingers. She scanned the shadows and slowed her step. She'd made a quick run-through of the cemetaries on the way to Spike's, and now she was nearing his crypt. *Where is he? He's always around when I don't want him and now that I'm about ready to explode he disappears! Typical man.* Buffy thought petulantly as she hopped up to sit on a thick marble headstone belonging to one J.W. Jeenyus and fisted her hand on her hip.

Cool fingers trickled across her neck and Buffy shivered and arched her back before spinning around, stake in hand. "Oh, Spike. Don't do that," Buffy said on a relieved exhalation as she pulled the stake away from his chest and dangled it at her side.

"I didn't know you cared, luv," Spike said with a knowing grin as his eyes slid down her body.

Buffy crossed her arms across her chest as she felt her body heating under his gaze. She peered over her shoulder deliberatley before stepping around the marble and leaning into him. "Um, Spike, take your clothes off," she demanded huskily.

Spike's eyes widened and he growled his pleasure at her familiar words as he wrapped his arms around her and fused his mouth to her soft eager lips. Her hands caught in his blond hair as her tongue darted into his mouth. He moaned and hooked his hands around her thighs, sliding her up onto the marble edge and nestling close between her legs as her slitted leather skirt rode up around her. She leaned her hips back so his hard cock angled tight against her warm, moist pussy, already dampening her panties.

Buffy's hands stroked down to his shoulders and caught the supple leather lovingly molded to his leans muscles, sliding it down as she continued her stoking path along his arms. Spike stepped back slowly, his hands sliding down her arms and across her thighs, unwilling to break the connection with her warm flesh. His fingers slipped off her knees sensuously and he let his duster drop from his body. Buffy wobble the the strength of his body moved away from her, but her body caught the edge of balance easily. Spike whipped his shirt off and let it fall atop the duster. Buffy watched with wide sparkling eyes, her lips trembling as her body vibrated with need. Spike reached his his belt and nimbly undid the catch and slid the zipper down, shoving the denim down his legs. He kd oud out of his boots and jeans and moved in towards her, his cock thick and swollen with arousal.

Buffy stopped him with a strong hand on his chest holding him at arm's length. He looked down to her hand pushing against him to her face with angry disbelief that quickly turned to curiosity at her sultry smile. He crossed his arms across his chest and Buffy caught her breath at this new display of firm well-defined muscle before she brought her feet up to the edge of the tombstone. She let her sandals slip to the ground and curled her toes around the marble. She surged to her feet with perfect balance and looked down into Spike's smirking eyes, glinting with desire. She smiled and pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind her for the zipper of her skirt. She shimmied out of the leather and balanced on one leg as she kicked the clothes onto Spike's pile. He moved forward and gripped her naked hips as she grasped his shoulders and let him lift her down, wrapping her legs around his waist. His thick cock nudged at her entrance, gently parting her wet pussy as he slid her down. She sighed with pleasure as he filled her completely, her aching nub pressing against the base of his cock. Her eyes fell shut as Spike guided her body along his shaft, his muscles flexing easily against her slight weight.

Spike slipped her atop the tombstone, the marble cool against her heated skin, and pounded into her, one hand gripping her hip, the other buried in her golden locks. She arched her back as her body tensed with pleasure, her eyes falling shut and staccato moans pushing past her soft lips. Spike nuzzled her neck, licking his tongue along the shell of her ear as he felt her body tighten and convulse. He quickened his pace, rubbing his cool flesh against the tight bud of her clit on each stroke. Her legs shook as they limply circled his waist and he bit lightly with blunt teeth the satin smooth curve of her shoulder and felt his balls tighten and his cock stiffen further within her. Suddenly she gripped her legs tight and dug her nails into the pale smooth skin of his back as she cried out with her climax. Spike felt the inner walls of her pussy grasp his cock as she grew slick with heavy juices. He pushed up into her one last time and groaned into the vanilla ted ted skin of her neck as his cool semen spurted into her.

Suddenly Buffy stiffened and shoved Spike's limp body to the ground. He looked up at her in angry confusion as he exclaimed, "Hey, what was that for? You should be nicer to the man that makes you scream like that." As he watched her face tense with abject horror he grew more serious and his brows lowered with concern. Suddenly he looked around appraisingly, expecting a beastie to jump out of the bushes any moment. "What's the matter, Buffy?"

She leapt from the tombstone and scooped up their clothes then dashed across the cemetary, the moonlight playing along the luscious curves of her body and her blonde hair bouncing. Spike felt himself grow rock hard as he leaned on his elbows and watched her. She turned and ran back to him, her eyes frantic as she urgently whispered, "Come on!" and grasped his bicep, dragging him behind her. When she was sure he was following she picked up the pace and raced through the graveyard, weaving through the rows of graves with lightning speed.

Spike stopped in his tracks as she suddenly dropped dowto ato an open grave. He gaped at her and exclaimed, "What the bleedin hell are you doing?"

Her head popped back out of the grave as she urgently cried, "Shhhh!" When he made no move to follow her she gripped his ankle and yanked him in. Spike landed in the cool earth and lunged to his knees sputtering angrily. Buffy launched herself against him and clamped her hand over his mouth, laying her finger against her lips in the universal gesture for shut the hell up.

Gile's voice floated across the balmy night air and Spike's eyes widened with understanding as his nostrils flared above her hand. "Where could Buffy be?" Giles muttered, his voice not far away.

"I don't know but looks like she's been here," Buffy heard Xander's voice answer. "I found her stake."

"Talk to Tara yet, Xander?" Giles asked suddenly, his words softly commanding.

"No, ask Buffy what happened with Deadboy, Jr. yet?" Xander threw back defensively.

"Touche," Giles muttered before shifting the conversation back to Buffy, "So you found her stake you say?"

Buffy scanned the pile of clothes quickly. *Yup, Xander definitely found her stake.* Suddenly she felt Spike's tongue lick along her palm and his lips softly kiss hein. in. She turned wide, incredulous eyes to him as he raised his eyebrows suggestively and she could feel the smirk that curled his lips beneath her hand. She gesticulated wildly to the voices above them but Spike slid his hands along her thigh and stroked his fingers against her clit in answer. She felt her body pulse with renewed need and she let her hand fall limply to his shoulder in surrender as he gripped her hips and pulled her onto his lap. He thrust his cock into her and Buffy bit her lip against the moan that bubbled in her throat.

"She probably didn't come through here too long ago. We can catch her at the next cemetary," Xander said as he peered around the graveyard for any sign of Buffy.

Spike pounded into her throbbing pussy as they quickly climbed towards their only recently abated climaxes. Buffy gripped his shoulders lightly, enjoying the feel of the corded muscles playing beneath her fingertips. The sight of his body beneath her as his face contorted with intense pleasure was quickly driving Buffy over the edge just as the view of her bouncing breasts and swinging hair made Spike's heart catch in his throat. To have her like this was almost to much to believe. As he felt her pussy tighten around him again he knew her moan as she shook with climax was building in the back of her throat. As he felt her body clench and his cock tighten with the moment before release he latched her mouth to his and caught her cry of pleasure against his soft passionate lips. She kissed him back fiercly, her hands stroking through his hair. She pulled back and smiled at him dreamily before nuzzling into his neck. Spike looked around at the walls of the grave rising around them as he held Buffy's limp satiated body and sighed. Grasping his duster he flung it out behind him as best he could and laid back on it as the slayer snuggled drowsily against his chest.

Faintly he heard Gile's far away voice, "Did you hear something Xander?"

There was a tense pause then Xander's voice answered, "Nah. Probably my stomach. What'd I do with my chips anyway?"

"I think you left them in Restfield cemetary when we staked that vampire that popped out of it's grave and made you scream like a little girl." Giles answered disapprovingly

"Hey you'd scream a little too if something grabbed your ankle in a Sunnydale graveyard," Xander proclaimed distantly and their voices faded away...

Spike chuckled and gripped Buffy's languid body close.

Buffy feigned sleep as she laid in the circle of his arms. If she opened her eyes she'd have to go because she couldn't really be doing this anyway. She'd never be able to explain it to her friends, how she was with another vampire. She'd never be able to explain that when he looked at her she felt like he was the only person who had ever really seen her.