Just A Fling

A/N: I want to really thank everyone that voted in the Lovebite Awards. I am so incredibly flattered and appreciate every award. Memory Redux won Best Long Fiction and Most Original Storyline. Cretian Escape was the runner up in Best Angst, and With A Little Luck won Best Fluff. Again, if you voted, I can’t thank you enough.

Chapter 5 – Inhibitions To the Wind

The Slayer didn’t know it, Spike thought, but this time was going to be different. This time would wipe away any shyness on her part in the bedroom.

He was still taken aback at Buffy’s utterance of “four?” the night before. With just that one little word, she had committed them to another assignation. So the little Slayer wanted another go? Well, so did he, but there wasn’t a prayer he would admit just how much, not even to himself. Still, he thought with a wink and a nod, the twit was as hot as the fires in hell. She had the potential to keep him coming back for more, just like Delilah had with Samson, only he didn’t have the ponytail to cut off. Yes, he was looking forward to session number two and maybe a three or four…well, he was getting ahead of himself, he thought as he heard something upstairs. The Slayer cometh.

Buffy found the door to the crypt half open when she arrived, and she treated it as an open invitation. Stepping cautiously in, she scanned the upper level of the crypt. No Spike. The pest. Surely he hadn’t forgotten their appointment? Was she that forgettable? Yeh, they had only done missionary position, and yeh, she didn’t have much experience. However, from where she’d been sitting, or she should say laying, her time in Spike’s arms was highly memorable. It was burned into her memory with no possibility of being erased. She knew that it probably had not been as special for Spike, but she thought he had at least enjoyed it. What? “Special” and “Spike” don’t go together. No wait, Spike was a special pain in the ass. That worked. So where was he? He had readily agreed to the time last night. Get a grip, girl. Why not just calm down and go look below?

When she looked down into the opening of the floor, she saw the candlelight. Whew, he was there. Should she feel so relieved that her enemy was waiting below to go to bed with her? Time to think about that later. As she lowered herself down the ladder, the scene unfolded. Candles everywhere, more than the previous night, giving a warm glow to the setting, and she had no doubt that Spike knew that he had made such a seductive setting. She knew for sure when she finally spied him on the bed. The scene looked as if it was out of a romance novel. A novel she certainly wanted to buy and read again and again. Spike was lying on his bed, on his side, one leg cocked up with the black satin sheet covering his lower half, draped artistically.

Buffy stopped half way between the bed and the ladder. She spoke not a word, and neither did he. For some strange reason, she felt no need to talk, just to stare at him as he was. Finally, Spike cocked his scarred eyebrow at Buffy, and she took it as her cue.

She was wearing blue jeans, new black boots, and a pink chiffon shirt over a black shell underneath, but not for long. Not dropping his gaze, she reached down to pull off one boot and then the other.

She had come, Spike thought. She had come and now she had taken up the unspoken order to undress for him. Nope, no shyness allowed tonight. He watched two boots and two socks hit the floor, and then a pair of jeans were shimmied out of leaving a delectable, pink thong. Next came the shirt and shell, leaving a pink, lace bra. She looked…she looked good enough to nibble and taste all over. He was glad when she paused, more time to admire her in her unmentionables. Unmentionables but good on the ole eyes.

Buffy took the next two steps easier than she had anticipated. She had thought it would be hard to strip for Spike, but the admiration and lust she could see in his expressive blue eyes made her movements both easy and sensual. Now closer to the bed, she stepped out of her thong, holding it up and twirling it before dropping it, and then sent her bra to join it on the floor with the same flourish.

Spike’s mouth went dry like the Sahara desert dry. This slayer was mouth-watering, and he wanted a taste. He decided to stay mute and let actions speak for themselves. He lifted the black sheet as an invitation. Before she even got settle on the bed, Spike’s hand was behind her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. The hunger they already felt for each other flared. His tongue touched hers, tasting, and she tasted of the sweetest of nectar. He growled when she nibbled on his lower lip. Ha, she was already learning how fun a bite could be. But again, this was the night to get over her shyness with him. He bet he knew another place just as sweet as her lips.

Buffy was surprised when, with a sly smile, Spike pulled back from the kiss, and even more surprised when he sent the sheet sailing to the floor. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Never taking his eyes from hers, he slowly walked to the foot of the bed. She couldn’t have been more embarrassed, but she was determined to meet him head on. Now he broke eye contact and studied her body.

Spike noted her discomfort. “No blushing, pet. You are a rare, beautiful piece of art meant to be seen and admired.” Grasping each ankle, Spike slid her body down the slick sheet so that her knees were bent over the edge of the bed. Spike laughed at the round “o” her mouth formed. “Oh, little slayer, there is so much more than just having a poke.”

Buffy was astonished and excited. She and Riley had always stayed under the sheets, and Buffy certainly didn’t know what to think when Spike knelt between the v that her parted thighs now made. It didn’t have anything to do with Spike. It had every thing to do with her inexperience with sex. Angel hadn’t licked her down there and Parker, the selfish prick, definitely didn’t. That left Riley, who seemed to be more embarrassed about oral sex than she was. When he had done it to her, it hadn’t been all that great, and she certainly hadn’t come. But Spike…that was another thing entirely. She got hot just watching him run his tongue along his upper lip. He had made her come just with his hand, so she highly anticipated what he could do with his tongue.

But then with her nerve endings turned up high, conscious thought fled. Spike surprised her by starting with his finger. Buffy jumped when she felt the cool touch on the lips of her sex. All the while, Spike held eye contact. He ran his finger along her wet fold on one side, around her opening, then back up the other side. When he reached the top, he was careful to not actually touch her clitoris. He smiled when he traced the course again, and Buffy began to squirm. This time he ran his finger down the fold and just a bit into her opening before coming up again. As he kept up his slow tease, Buffy moved and writhed but never broke their gaze. That was until Spike’s finger moved up her fold and rubbed across her clit. With that, she clamped her eyes shut and fisted her hands in the sheets as he teased her clit again and again, sending a tingly feeling through her that spread from her clit to her thighs below and her belly above. Then his finger disappeared. Buffy’s eyes snapped open and searched for what had gone wrong. Instead, she found Spike sporting a fiercely hungry glare that was focused on her. Mesmerized, she watched his pointed tongue slide out searching for the warmth of her flesh. With the first lick, an electric shock ran through her body. Her back arched from the intense feelings of pleasure racing through her body.

Spike followed much the same pattern as before, licking around her most sensitive skin, and when he finally came to the clit, he teased. Teased until Buffy moaned and begged in need. It was one thing to need, but another to get what she wanted, Spike thought with a smirk. He ran his tongue straight down from her clit into her passage, sliding in, out, and around. Buffy’s body jerked from the intensity of the sensations he was causing. He smiled against the lips of her sex when he felt her orgasm build, and when it did explode through her senses, her body quivered all over.


When Spike finally stood up, he was surprised him by how fast she recovered. Buffy quickly slid to the end of the bed and grasped his manhood, looking up into his face and smiling. “One good turn deserves another.” Spike had been right to be surprised by her quick recovery from her orgasm. It had been hard for her, but his look of intense lust made it worth it. Now she just hoped that she would do the blow job well.

She started out just as he had with a tease. The tip of her tongue ran lightly around his slit, then around the whole head of his penis. She felt Spike start to push forward, but she held him back. Cupping his balls with her free hand, she lathed the head over and over, smiling at his moans. Then without warning, she changed her tack. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, moved back, took it into her mouth again, and sucked. Buffy had to stifle a giggle because every time she took him into her mouth, he tried to push forward to slide more of his cock into her mouth, but she wouldn’t let him. She didn’t know how she knew what to do. She just did, and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed his pleasure. Finally, having teased enough, Buffy engulfed him in her mouth. She thought he was going to fall over when his knees began to give. Ah, bringing the famous William the Bloody to his knees was a delicious thought. She felt power over him, and it was a heady feeling. She continued, tasting his pre-cum, until she felt Spike’s hands in her hair, pulling her up.

Spike had no intention of ending their “session” so quickly by peaking now. When they kissed, their juices mingled. Their tongues met, tangled and tasted. He turned them so that when he brought her onto the bed, she was on top. He ran one hand down to cup her ass, and she pressed his head down into the mattress as she kissed him. He tried to chuckle, but Buffy’s mouth wouldn’t let up, not even when she took breaths at lightening speed to continue her attack. He was enjoying her wiggling on his cock as much as her kiss. Whether she knew it or not, she was slowly moving up so that she was sitting on his waist, grinding her sex down on him. Brushing her pubic hair aside, Spike’s index finger found Buffy’s most sensitive spot. Buffy’s head flew up and locked gazes with the vampire. Then hands on her hips, he picked her up and ever so slowly lowered her down on his shaft.

Buffy’s senses exploded into action. How in the world could an evil vampire taste and feel so good? She revelled in exploring his cool mouth. Then pow! Spike rubbed her clitoris, and she shot up, looking into Spike’s eyes. What this evil demon did to her should be illegal. She moaned when he stopped his ministrations but then moaned again when he lowered her onto his cock. Her eyes rolled up when she felt the head of his member stretch the opening of her sex, and her head lulled back when he was fully inside. No wonder slayers and vampires were not supposed to get together. But this slayer was going to ride this vampire hard.

As she started to move, Spike let her set the pace and lost himself in the sea of sensations. Her pace was leisurely at first, but as she became greedier for his cock, she moved faster. Spike’s hands on her hips urged her to come down harder and harder. As her clit slammed into his pelvis, Buffy’s climax started to build. Surprisingly, Spike let go of her and grasped her hand. Not losing her pace, Buffy looked down questioningly. He brought her hand to his mouth, and before she knew what was happening, Spike’s demon came to the forefront, and he sank his fangs into the meaty part between her thumb and index finger leaving her fingers free to caress his face while he fed. The pain came but so did the pleasure. Without realizing it, she picked up the pace, crashing down on his shaft. Then he pulled his first taste, and Buffy had never felt anything like it. The sucking mixed everything together, swirling her senses into a tornado that exploded as she came hard.

He had done it. He had bit the Slayer, and she hadn’t tried to dust him. That was his last conscious thought before getting lost in the taste of her. He pulled mouthful after mouthful; his dick grew impossibly hard. But then her muscles started to contract with her orgasm, and he flew over the edge with her.

Buffy came down off of her high to find Spike licking the puncture holes. She withdrew her hand and moved off of him. Spike watched with a cocked eyebrow. Buffy didn’t know what to say or do. That had been a…moving experience, but there was no way that she wanted the conceited vampire to know that. She thought last time was intense, but this time… Since she wasn’t ready for any post-sex chatter and she didn’t think this fling encompassed cuddling, she had to get out of there. She got off the bed and started dressing. “So Mr. Darkness, what lesson was that?”

He watched her close, savoring the naked skin before she covered it up. “The darkness pushes out all of the shyness. If we are to move forward with your lessons, pet, there is no room for modesty.”

She went over and grabbed hold of the ladder and looked back at him lying naked on the bed. Her eyes feasted on his lean, muscular body, his cock glistening with her juices, and she melted. “Lesson learned.” With that, she left before she ran back and leaped back into his bed.

How can fucking his mortal enemy feel so good? Maybe it was his intense hatred for her that fueled the fire. Bugger it all to hell. Next time she asked he would tell her no. She was a shrew, and he didn’t want her in his bed anymore. Well, he could keep telling himself that. Maybe he would come to believe it.

*****

Just her luck. Riley. And he must have been looking for her, or he was out for a stroll through the tombstones. It was like a bucket of water being dumped over her. Her body had been singing from her session with Spike, but that was now chased away.

He greeted her first. “Buffy, fancy meeting you here.”

‘You’ve got to be kidding me. Who uses that old phrase?’ She looked at his goofy smile. ‘Riley. That’s who.’ Suddenly his grin changed before her eyes into a smirk set under penetrating blue eyes. Spike. She wiped that away out of her thoughts. Wicked dead. “Hi, Riley.”

“Been patrolling?”

“It’s only dusk.” How did he know she would be in the cemetery? Knowing him, he had picked a spot and would wait all night. God, had he followed her? No, he would be furious that she had even gone in there. But she did need to make sure no one was following her next time.

Riley gave his goofy, innocent smile. “Oh, yeh. Well, I’m not doing anything. How about a cup of java?”

Did he just not get it? Bluntness was now required. “Riley, I can’t. Remember? We are quits.” She started walking again.

He stepped into her path. “But that doesn’t stop us from being friends, does it?”

What? Was this high school? Be friends translates to wanting to get back together. Well, that wasn’t happening as long as she was sleeping with evil, maybe never. “But that I won’t does. Now, I really have to go. Ya know, get my homework done before patrol.”

“I can help you with…”

“Riley, no. I gotta go.” It hit her like a hiemlok demon. She had been comparing Riley with Spike in the sex category. Comparing a demon that had tried to kill her and would have if not for the chip to a grade A human specimen. Maybe she shouldn’t have started this with Spike. Maybe she shouldn’t have broken up with the goody-goody guy. Then her senses kicked in, reminding her how mind blowing it had been riding Spike. She could still feel his wet seed between her legs, mingled with the juices of her own pleasure. And the darkness - blood play. Her orgasm had been so hard as he sunk his fangs into her and pulled her blood from her. No, she hadn’t made a mistake. She needed to learn about the darkness tangled with her sexuality and the mind blowing orgasms that Anya would be proud of.


*****

Later that night, Buffy just happened to patrol Spike’s cemetery – just happened - twice. Ok, three times. There’s nothing wrong with that. Hell, she couldn’t fool herself, obvious girl. She wanted, needed to find Spike and set up another rendezvous. She had forgotten to do that when they had been together earlier in the day. You would think she had learned by now. Her mind was just always so fried by her sessions with that vampire. She was in the midst of an argument with herself on whether or not to make a fourth round when she saw that bleached head off to her left. She walked. Ok, she jogged until she was almost upon him. She was surprised that he hadn’t sensed her by now. She knew he could, but he seemed to be lost in thought. That left the dilemma of how to start a conversation without saying, ‘Hey, you want to have hot and heavy sex tomorrow?’ She settled for simple, “Peroxide pest.”

Spike actually jumped when he suddenly heard her voice. Granted he had been thinking about the twit since he had seen her last, but at the moment, he was trying to work out another dilemma. “Slayer?”

Buffy laughed in his bemused face. “Anything between those ears?”

Shooting her a dirty look, he started walking again. “More than your teaspoon, you daft bint.”

“I’m scared to ask, but I am in a daring mood.” Buffy hurried up so that she could walk backwards and face him. “What were you thinking about?”

He stared at her, getting all serious again. “Now, we’ve killed Frankenstein’s monster and shorted out Frankenstein’s bride. The rub? No way the monster or the bride were doing much brain work. So where is Dr. Frankenstein, and why would he want to kill you? After all, he tried twice so far.” He had no idea why he cared so much. Wasn’t it the whole demon part to kill the Slayer, good lay or not? She was supposed to be six feet under, but…but now it just didn’t sit right.

She quickly flashed him her backside. “It’s that target on my back. I just can’t seem to wash it off.”

“Try some steel wool. Works wonders.” Hell, even she knew that she should be dead. “No. He is after you.”

The enormity of the situation finally sunk in. No more playful Buffy. “Ok, we need to find him. So where would he be?”

Nodding, Spike pointed to the west. “Let’s start with the obvious. The Sunnydale Motel.”

*****

The blonde pair headed for room number sixteen.

Buffy was laughing. “I can’t believe he checked in under his name.”

“I can’t believe they didn’t laugh him out of town.” Spike opened the door with the key he had charmed out of the girl manning the front desk. “Well, let’s have a look see.”

They were in luck. The room hadn’t been cleaned yet. Buffy found the clue they needed lodged between the bed and bedside table. It was an envelope. “Spike, here we go.”

He came to her side to look over her shoulder. “Come on, Sherlock. What’s in it?”

Buffy pulled out a note, a map, and a picture. Goose bumps popped out on her arms as she was confronted with a picture was of her smiling face. The map was diagram of all the cemeteries that she patrolled. Lastly was the note, which was short and sweet:

Dr. Frankenstein,
Atmgus Fanum Shi. Do my bidding.

You are to go to Sunnydale with your two creations and kill the Slayer. Enclosed are a photo, a map, airplane ticket and freight tickets for your creations. Succeed and live.

Spike looked at the return address on the envelope. All that was left of the torn upper-right hand corner was a fraction naming London as the point of origin. He showed Buffy. “Looks like we’re on our way to the homeland. Get your cute little arse to your watcher and your mum then pack your bag. I’ll take care of the financial end and make reservations.” When she raised an eyebrow at the mention of him having money, Spike smirked. “Drac had quite a few baubles that will pay for the trip nicely. No worries. Now shoo.”

*****

TBC

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