Infidelity

“Make sure you separate the colors and use the special fabric softener for my clothes. The upstairs bathroom needs cleaning and vacuum the living room.” Cecily rattled off a list of chores a mile long to Buffy.

“Don’t worry, Cecily. I’ll have the house spotless by the time you get back from Boston.” Buffy told her.

Cecily had been called to Boston by a large client of her firm for the next five days. Buffy would be left alone with Dawn and frightening; Spike. The thought of being alone with him left her tingling with anticipation. The unresolved sexual tension that had been smoldering between the two had been building ever increasingly since their first kiss weeks before. Spike had begun to act nervous whenever she was around and Buffy feared Cecily would soon become suspicious.

“Buffy? BUFFY? Are you listening to me?” Cecily’s shrill voice cut through her thoughts. Spike thoughts. Thoughts of Spike. Get it together she kicked herself mentally.

“Yes, Cecily. Heard every word.” Buffy lied.

After the cab finally pulled away, Buffy sighed in relief, and then grinned. Five whole days without the Queen Tyrant! Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Buffy made a beeline for the kitchen and grabbed the double chunk fudge ice cream out of the freezer. Grabbing some spoons, she walked to the family room, passing the stairwell on they way, she called up to Dawn who was playing in her room.

“Ice cream and Shrek, Dawn!”

In lightening speed, she had a mass of toddler flying at her. Giggling, she popped in the video and settled Dawn and herself on the sofa and they dug into the ice cream.

Spike was in his office writing when he began to hear laughter and giggles more and more frequent. He couldn’t concentrate. He finally got up and went in search of the noise. He came striding into the family room intent on telling his errant girls to keep it down while he worked but instead stopped abruptly at the scene displayed before him. There was Buffy and his daughter singing, “Hey now, you’re a rock star, get your game on, hey now!” with chocolate ice cream all around their mouths.

“What is going on in here?” he barked pretending to be mad.

Dawn turned and smiled wide.

“Daddy! I got you ice cream!” she said holding out her spoon to him.

“You did, eh? Well, I guess I can’t refuse a pretty girl with ice cream, now can I?” he replied then looked at Buffy.
“Make that TWO pretty girls”, he corrected himself.

“Sorry” Buffy apologized, “Didn’t mean to disturb you. Guess we got a little carried away.”

“It’s O.K. I needed a break anyway.” Spike informed her. “Make room for Daddy.” Spike said settling himself down between Buffy and Dawn on the sofa.

Buffy knew he was referring to Dawn but she blushed all the same when his eyes moved to hers after that comment.

“Here Daddy! Twaste it!” Dawn stuck her ice cream filled spoon at him.

“Mmmm good.” Spike said after eating the bite.

“Give Daddy bwite too, Aunt Buff!” Dawn said.

Spike turned to Buffy, “Yeah, Aunt Buffy, give Daddy a taste.”

Buffy held her spoon out to Spike’s mouth and watched his tongue dart out and swipe across the cold confection. Releasing the spoon from his mouth he purred, “Delicious.”

Breaking the moment, Dawn slithered in between the two, “Daddy? You a rock star too?”

Buffy and Spike both burst out in laughter.


After the film was over, Spike took Dawn upstairs to give her a bath before bedtime. As he washed the chocolate out of her hair (how she managed to get it there, he’d never know) he told her a story of the little princess and the mean old witch. Buffy stood silently in the doorway listening, amused at Spike’s camouflage of Cecily in the made up story. She left them alone and went to clean up the kitchen. After getting Dawn tucked away in bed, spike joined Buffy in the kitchen. She was wiping off the counter of the island when he walked up.

“Thanks luv” he said.

“For what?” Buffy looked up curiously.

“For spending time with Dawn. You know she thinks you’re pretty special.” He moved closer to her. “I think you’re pretty special too.” He lowered his voice to a husky whisper.

Buffy finished wiping and threw the towel in the sink then looked over at Spike, her eyes traveling down his body. She noticed a big wet stain on the thigh of his jeans.

“You have something in your pants. I mean ON your pants.” She giggled at her Freudian slip.

Spike grinned, “Ice cream. Dawn tried to help me wash it off and got me all wet.” He explained.

“We better get you out of these” Buffy said and then reached out and grabbed his belt buckle and began unfastening it.

“Pet!” Spike protested knowing he wore nothing underneath.

“What?” she asked having undone his belt and began to draw the zipper down. Spike felt his cock begin to rise and he groaned. He reached his hand out to stop her.

“Pet, I’m not wearing…” his cock sprang free, full and erect as Buffy finished lowering the zipper, “….underwear.” he finished.

“Fuck!” Spike swore and closed his eyes for a moment.

“Oh God! Buffy! What are you doing?” his eyes snapped wide open when he felt a warm wet cavern surround his arousal.

Buffy tugged his jeans down his thighs as she sucked him into her mouth. She let him fall out of her mouth with a loud popping suction before replying, “I told Cecily I would make sure everything was completely spotless. I’m just making sure everything and I mean everything is clean and shiny.” She winked and engulfed his engorged member back into her mouth.

“Christ!” Spike put his hand out to steady himself on the counter as Buffy sucked harder, swirling her tongue around his bulbous head, licking up the pre-cum that was dribbling out.

Spike closed his eyes and allowed the pleasurable sensations to overtake him. Feeling Buffy cup his balls in her warm hands had him opening his eyes once more and staring down at her. She was glorious. Her golden hair was flowing all around her face as he watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked and licked his cock like she was starving. Her lips were pink and shiny and he thought if it were possible to die from pleasure, he would be meeting his maker very soon. The thought of his maker put a momentary thought of guilt in his head.

“Oh God. Buffy…we really shouldn’t be doing this” he squeaked out not convincing Buffy or himself for that matter.

Buffy removed her mouth from his hard appendage and smiled up at him and then said what would do any man in, even a saint.

“I want you to cum all over my face and in my mouth, Spike.”

Spike roared as she started licking the head again and then did just what she asked for. He reached down and fisted some of her hair into his hand and began jerking out spurts of semen all over her upturned face, watching as her tongue darted out to catch as much as she could; lapping it up like a little kitten.

Before Spike could come to his senses, Buffy was on her feet, his jeans in hand, “I better go throw these in the wash. Good night, Spike.” Buffy kissed him chastely on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen and down to the basement leaving a bewildered yet satiated Spike standing in the kitchen with no pants on.

Continued in Chapter 4- Baking Cookies