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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,173
Reviews:
96
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Chapter 5
In case someone is not clear on how this works, the phone number mentioned is FAKE. This is a story. If it were real, it would read "JM, dressed as Spike for her pleasure, and Stoney did it like monkeys." But it doesn't, so the number ain't real. :-*
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Chapter 5
He held his lighter to her. She held his hands in hers to keep the flame steady, crossed her legs and inhaled. And almost set the bed on fire when her coughs wracked her body.
Spike chuckled and took it from her, drawing hard to keep it lit.
“Picking up all sorts of nasty vices tonight, aren’t we?”
She took it back and inhaled, and remembered to keep the smoke only in her mouth this time. “I just haven’t smoked in a while, that’s all.”
“Right. Seems you haven’t done a lot of things in a while, pet.” He reached over to the night stand to put the lighter and pack down. That’s when saw taw the vivid red claw marks all over his shoulders.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry I did that to you.”
“Is that so? I’m not. In fact, I’m a little disappointed that I don’t have more. In other dirty little places.” He was softly tracing the tiny veins under the skin of her neck with the tip of his tongue. “Sun won’t be up for some time. Not in a hurry to head back to your pouf and pot holders, are you?”
He was getting her hot again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex three times in one day. Had she ever had sex three times in one day? Like she had said before: if you can remember each time, you haven’t done it enough. She stretched out on his bed, rubbing her legs against each other, arms reaching far over her head.
Spike grabbed his glass of whiskey and no-coke and swallowed it all in one gulp. He hovered over her face and kissed her, his lips still cold from his drink. Buffy took care of warming them up. Spike reached down between her legs and began running his fingertips through her curls. *God, she is still wet. I believe she is going to wear me out. Lucky me.*
Buffy grabbed him by his hair and pulled him on top of her and btween her legs. She reached down and held him, guiding him into her. *Who knows when I’m getting any again, so, may as well take it.* She was swollen and tender from their previous times. She could tell that this one was going to happen fast.
Spike was above her, his arms locked, and only his hips were moving. He had a lean flat belly and was using the hard muscles of his lower abs to rub against her clit with each slow and deep thrust. Her legs were locked behind his, hips rising to meet his. She reached behind him and held on tight to his ass, sometimes scratching him from thigh to back.
He began thrusting so hard that her head was hitting the waehinehind her. “Shit, sorry, love.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind her, all while never missing a beat. She bucked and writhed under him, feeling her orgasm radiate out from her center. She had tears flowing freely from her eyes with the force of it.
“Oh, baby. Spike... My god... That feels so good...”
He wasn’t about to let her get away from him without getting his, too. He took her hands and pinned her to the bed. He fell on top of her, hips jerking, then grabbed her small waist with the need for contact. He felt a wetness on his cheek and looked up to see her crying. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry if I crushed you. I couldn’t help it. For some reason, I can’t seem to control myself where you’re concerned.”
She laughed, brushed her hair out of her face and said, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to turn this into a ‘moment.’ Just overwhelmed with how great that felt. I reeeally needed to do this, I guess.”
She became quiet, unsure what to do or say. He softly kissed her lips, and kissed her wet cheeks. “You ever need to do this again, you just ring me up, right?” He turned to his side and stretched out, covered his lower body with a sheet. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she stay? Did he expect her to go?
“Come ‘ere.” One hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close to him, like two spoons. He buried his face in her hair. She could feel his whole body relax. The few times that she and Angel had sex, he immediately got up to wash himself off, then got into bed and turned his back to her. This was nicer. Messier, but nicer.
After a few minutes of enjoying the feeling of his body next to hers, she began to worry about what to do. She couldn’t sleep here. She had to get home at least before Angel got up to go to work. After a few minutes of listening to Spike’s steady breathing, she carefully lifted his arm off her hip and shimmied out of his reach. Spotting her clothes from her last attempt at leaving, she made her way to the front door and dressed in record time. She carried her shoes in one hand and headed for the elevator’s gate, where her purse and keys had been dropped.
“Take one of my cards on that table by the gate. Give me a call if you find you’ve got an itch you can’t scratch.”
She looked back towards the bed and saw him laying as she left him, but only eye open, blonde hair mussed, and sexy as hell. As she reached for the strap on the gate, she tucked one into her bag. She smiled at the chuckle behind her as the elevator began to fall.
*********
5:15 AM on her car clock.
She sat in the driveway for ten minutes working out an excuse in case Angel confronted her. One last check in the mirror to wipe away her smudged makeup and then she got out. She took her shoes off and headed straight for the laundry room. She stripped her clothes off and shoved them deep into the laundry hamper, wrapped herself in a spare towel, and headed for the guest bathroom to shower. She wasn’t sure if she could pass her skin’s smells off on the club atmosphere, and she wasn’t ready to try.
She dried her body and hair with a towel, pulled on an oversized shirt and slipped into bed, turning her face towards the wall. She lay for what seemed an eternity listening to her husband’s snoring, trying to see if she had woken him. He flipped onto his back, almost hitting her with his arm and she decided she was fine.
*I’m anything but fine. I just had a sexapalooza with a complete stranger to come home to my sleeping, boorish husband. Yeah, fine. No problem.* At the thought of the sexy, complete stranger, she allowed herself to relax a little, smile more, and plan the next time she would get to see him.
His card had simply stated:
Spike
555-942-5858
No last name, no address, no business. *Pompous ass. Mmm. Ass....* She let herself drift to sto sleep to forget for a little longer that there was anything wrong with cheating on her husband.
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TBC...
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Chapter 5
He held his lighter to her. She held his hands in hers to keep the flame steady, crossed her legs and inhaled. And almost set the bed on fire when her coughs wracked her body.
Spike chuckled and took it from her, drawing hard to keep it lit.
“Picking up all sorts of nasty vices tonight, aren’t we?”
She took it back and inhaled, and remembered to keep the smoke only in her mouth this time. “I just haven’t smoked in a while, that’s all.”
“Right. Seems you haven’t done a lot of things in a while, pet.” He reached over to the night stand to put the lighter and pack down. That’s when saw taw the vivid red claw marks all over his shoulders.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry I did that to you.”
“Is that so? I’m not. In fact, I’m a little disappointed that I don’t have more. In other dirty little places.” He was softly tracing the tiny veins under the skin of her neck with the tip of his tongue. “Sun won’t be up for some time. Not in a hurry to head back to your pouf and pot holders, are you?”
He was getting her hot again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex three times in one day. Had she ever had sex three times in one day? Like she had said before: if you can remember each time, you haven’t done it enough. She stretched out on his bed, rubbing her legs against each other, arms reaching far over her head.
Spike grabbed his glass of whiskey and no-coke and swallowed it all in one gulp. He hovered over her face and kissed her, his lips still cold from his drink. Buffy took care of warming them up. Spike reached down between her legs and began running his fingertips through her curls. *God, she is still wet. I believe she is going to wear me out. Lucky me.*
Buffy grabbed him by his hair and pulled him on top of her and btween her legs. She reached down and held him, guiding him into her. *Who knows when I’m getting any again, so, may as well take it.* She was swollen and tender from their previous times. She could tell that this one was going to happen fast.
Spike was above her, his arms locked, and only his hips were moving. He had a lean flat belly and was using the hard muscles of his lower abs to rub against her clit with each slow and deep thrust. Her legs were locked behind his, hips rising to meet his. She reached behind him and held on tight to his ass, sometimes scratching him from thigh to back.
He began thrusting so hard that her head was hitting the waehinehind her. “Shit, sorry, love.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind her, all while never missing a beat. She bucked and writhed under him, feeling her orgasm radiate out from her center. She had tears flowing freely from her eyes with the force of it.
“Oh, baby. Spike... My god... That feels so good...”
He wasn’t about to let her get away from him without getting his, too. He took her hands and pinned her to the bed. He fell on top of her, hips jerking, then grabbed her small waist with the need for contact. He felt a wetness on his cheek and looked up to see her crying. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry if I crushed you. I couldn’t help it. For some reason, I can’t seem to control myself where you’re concerned.”
She laughed, brushed her hair out of her face and said, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to turn this into a ‘moment.’ Just overwhelmed with how great that felt. I reeeally needed to do this, I guess.”
She became quiet, unsure what to do or say. He softly kissed her lips, and kissed her wet cheeks. “You ever need to do this again, you just ring me up, right?” He turned to his side and stretched out, covered his lower body with a sheet. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she stay? Did he expect her to go?
“Come ‘ere.” One hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close to him, like two spoons. He buried his face in her hair. She could feel his whole body relax. The few times that she and Angel had sex, he immediately got up to wash himself off, then got into bed and turned his back to her. This was nicer. Messier, but nicer.
After a few minutes of enjoying the feeling of his body next to hers, she began to worry about what to do. She couldn’t sleep here. She had to get home at least before Angel got up to go to work. After a few minutes of listening to Spike’s steady breathing, she carefully lifted his arm off her hip and shimmied out of his reach. Spotting her clothes from her last attempt at leaving, she made her way to the front door and dressed in record time. She carried her shoes in one hand and headed for the elevator’s gate, where her purse and keys had been dropped.
“Take one of my cards on that table by the gate. Give me a call if you find you’ve got an itch you can’t scratch.”
She looked back towards the bed and saw him laying as she left him, but only eye open, blonde hair mussed, and sexy as hell. As she reached for the strap on the gate, she tucked one into her bag. She smiled at the chuckle behind her as the elevator began to fall.
*********
5:15 AM on her car clock.
She sat in the driveway for ten minutes working out an excuse in case Angel confronted her. One last check in the mirror to wipe away her smudged makeup and then she got out. She took her shoes off and headed straight for the laundry room. She stripped her clothes off and shoved them deep into the laundry hamper, wrapped herself in a spare towel, and headed for the guest bathroom to shower. She wasn’t sure if she could pass her skin’s smells off on the club atmosphere, and she wasn’t ready to try.
She dried her body and hair with a towel, pulled on an oversized shirt and slipped into bed, turning her face towards the wall. She lay for what seemed an eternity listening to her husband’s snoring, trying to see if she had woken him. He flipped onto his back, almost hitting her with his arm and she decided she was fine.
*I’m anything but fine. I just had a sexapalooza with a complete stranger to come home to my sleeping, boorish husband. Yeah, fine. No problem.* At the thought of the sexy, complete stranger, she allowed herself to relax a little, smile more, and plan the next time she would get to see him.
His card had simply stated:
Spike
555-942-5858
No last name, no address, no business. *Pompous ass. Mmm. Ass....* She let herself drift to sto sleep to forget for a little longer that there was anything wrong with cheating on her husband.
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TBC...