Pillow Fight

Disclaimer: None of it's mine.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I just finished my B/S of criminal justice and had a hella lot of stuff I had to do. I am NOT abandoning this fic as some people may think. Some of you have noticed the similarities between this fic and Fantasy. That changes as of this chapter. two two fics are completely diverging so feel free to read both and be assured they will be different from here out. To everyone who has reviewed and pestered me to update, thank you for keeping on my ass. I can get easily distracted sometimes… And to all the reviewers and readers who have said their husbands/boyfriends, you get the idea, wanted to thank me, you are very welcome. I'm glad I can make people's lives more enjoyable… ;)

Now, on with more of what you asked for!

Chapter 5: OMG! Did I do THAT?

//My turn???// I silently mouthed the words, suddenly finding myself at a complete loss. Spike was watching me patiently as I processed his words.

//Spike's a 200+ year-old vampire. What could I possibly do to impress or please him?// A little voice in the back of my head decided to speak up. //Anything at all. Just you being here with him is more than he's ever hoped for.//

I took a deep breath and smiled up at him, deciding to rise to the challenge. I pushed on his chest so he rolled onto his back. I stayed at his side as I lifted my torso up on my arm, looking around, and a frown creasing my brow.

"Looking for something luv?"

"Where did Mr. Pointy go?"

His eyes widened for a moment before closing to suggestive slits. "Gonna give me a bit of 'visual stimulation' Slayer?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

My eyes widened impossibly at exactly what he was implying about Mr. Pointy. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Forget the gutter. I've been a sewer-dweller for years now." Spike cocked his head. "Wait a minute that could be taken more than one way…"

I laughed at his sudden discomfiture, wrapping my arms around my waist, shaking with mirth, trying to reign in my laughter.

Spike looked decidedly chagrined. "What? You think that's funny?" He arched his scarred brow at me only serving to set me off on another giggling fit.

Finally reigning myself in, I looked over at his widely smiling face. His simple joy in such a silly moment was infectious and I found myself smiling back, feeling less anxious about "my turn."

I poked at his chest, giggling again as he fell back at the mock-wounding, pretending it was mortal. "Close your eyes." He looked at me with a question, but when he saw the mild anxiety showing in my eyes, he complied, placing his hands under his head, getting comfortable.

Sitting up I moved my knees on either side of his hips, straddling him. I placed each of my hands on either side of his torso. //Here goes everything…//

I leaned forward, gently bringing my lips to his in a fleeting, sweet kiss. I rubbed my nose against his, smiling lightly. //Eskimo kisses.// I turned my face to the side rubbing my cheek against his, feeling him press back against my touch. I leaned further forward raining kisses across his forehead, lingering for a moment over his scarred brow.

I nudged his head to the side with my cheek against his giving me better access to the column of his throat. //Vampires are into biting throats, so it follows that he'd like it if I pay attention to that area, right?//

I drew my tongue experimentally up the exposed curve of his throat. His reaction was immediate, a load moan rumbling from his throat. One arm snaked out from behind the back of his head to wrap around my waist pulling me down to him. Once I was pressed against him, his grip relaxed and I continued to lavish attention on his neck.

I paid attention to his reactions trying to determine if there was one spot in particular that elicited a greater response. As I trailed my tongue down his neck from his ear, near his jaw, I got the reaction I was looking for. His breath caught in his throat and his hand on my waist tightened noticeably.

//Bingo!// I proceeded to lavish the spot with attention, licking and kissing until he was writhing uncontrollably beneath me. I sucked on the spot hard, marking him as mine, eliciting howls from him as I hung onto his shoulders.

I released his neck for a moment and he quickly turned it to face me, pulling me down into a scorching kiss, before releasing me to continue. I pressed my cheek to his indicating he should turn his head the other way.

I then kissed my way up his jaw to his ear. I traced the curve of his ear to the sound of his increasingly loud moans. He actually bucked under me when I stuck my tongue inside his ear. I drew my tongue back around to the lobe, taking it between my teeth and sucking on it. He mewled at the sensations I was pulling from his body.

I moved on to that spot on his neck kissing and licking at it as he arched his back up, making his appreciation amply clear. I sucked hard on the spot, marking him again.

"Oh GOD BUFFY!!!!"

Spike pulled me down flush against him. I could feel his arousal pressing against my abdomen, throbbing. Both his hands were on my hips as I finally executed the coupe de gras, biting down hard on the skin of his exposed neck, but not hard enough to draw blood.

He roared, arching his head back as I continued the bite, sucking on his skin.

I suddenly realized I could feel his length spasm and the front of his jeans were suddenly very wet. //Oh my God. I just made him cum in his pants!//

It took me a full 3 seconds to realize exactly what I had just accomplished. I released Spike's neck as his body finally began to relax, nuzzling my face into his chest.

He raised his head to look at me. "Bloody HELL woman! That was bloody… AH!!" Completely speechless, he tried to motion with the arm not wrapped around my waist just how much he had liked that.

I smiled to myself. //Go me. Go me. Oh yeah!// It was all I could do not to get up and do a victory dance right there, but his arm around my waist kept me right where I was.

"How did you know to do that?"

I looked up at him sheepishly. "I didn't. I just figured, vampire + necbitibiting = feels really good?"

"Hafta tell ya Slayer, you were dead on. Not in all my years has anyone pulled that off! Not even… you get me right?"

"Really?" I totally perk up. //OH GO ME! GO ME!//

"Yes, really," Spike assured me as I grinned rather smugly into his chest.

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Hmmmm… what's she gonna do to him next? There is still more to come! Stay tuned!

A/N: sewer-dweller=Am! Thanks girl. I'm gonna have references in prolly every fic I write cause a you and your beyond dirty mind. Like I actually needed help getting down to that level. But dear, you are my oh so dirty inspiration!