The Missing Scenes
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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Ch. 7
CH. 7
Buffy turned and found herself staring into the eyes of a stranger. She stared up at him confused. Wondering why his eyes weren't blue. Finally she realized that this wasn't Spike, that Spike had left. She shook her head and turned back toward the bar.
Spike's anger flared as he saw someone else reaching to comfort HIS slayer. He shot back across the room, reaching them just as Buffy turned away. His arm shot out "Stay! Away! from Buffy! You stupid git!!" He managed to yell before falling to the floor in pain.
"Spike! What the hell are you doing?"
"Moaning in pain, what the 'ell does it look like?!"
Buffy climbed down from her bar stool and knelt by Spike. She could see the pain etched across his face as she helped him to stand. "Come on, let's go before you cause any more trouble."
Buffy slipped underneath one of his arms and steadied him. She found herself wrapped snuggly within his leather duster. The scent of leather, smoke and Spike was strong. As they walked toward the exit she could feel the play of his muscles underneath his thin shirt. She found herself replaying the events of the night and she began to feel a trickle of moisture between her legs.
Spike's nostrils flared. He could smell her desire and it overrode the pain in his head. Before he knew what was happening the slayer had him pushed into a corner of the Bronze.
She held him flush against a wall while she crushed her lips to his. Somewhere in the back of Spike's brain he wanted to fight back. Wanted to let her know that he wasn't just some toy she could play with whenever she had an itch.
Finally, Spike regained enough sense to pull away. She tried to reach for him again and he shoved her back.
Buffy cried out as her back hit the pillar. He was on her in seconds. Holding her back, immobilizing her.
"I can't keep doing this." Spike spit out between clenched teeth, biting back his own desire.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain. "Please," she whispered pleading for the comfort only he could provide her.
His un-beating heart wrenched at her soft plea. He leaned down to give her a tender kiss.
Within seconds the kiss turned hungry and wanting. Buffy's arms snaked up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer, crushing him to her. She let out a deep moan, causing Spike's hips to thrust towards hers.
She felt the hard bulge in his pants and rubbed herself against it. Her own center aching with need, wanting fulfillment. She was already out of her mind with want of him.
Spike at least was sane enough to realize that they were in way too public and well lit a place to go any further. He tried to keep himself in check, but the extremely horny Buffy rubbing up against him was making it difficult.
// Bloody Hell! I need to get her out of here! //
He tried to pull away. Tried to grab her hand and lead her outside, but she resisted. She managed to land them both on the couch in the corner. She was on top of him still pressing her body flush against his, and chasing his tongue with her own.
// Well at least it's darker over here. // Spike's last thoughts were fleeting as Buffy reached down and cupped his crotch with her warm hand.
His hips shot upward and he groaned aloud. The music surged around them. Spike realized that Buffy's hand was doing more than just rubbing against his jean clad cock. His zipper was slowly coming undone and when Buffy reached in and took hold of him he nearly came.
She freed him and released his lips long enough to pull herself upward and come down hard on his rigid shaft. As he slid into her they both let out breaths they didn't know they were holding.
Buffy sighed as she felt him fill her. She rotated her hips and ground down into his lap. Loving the feeling of friction it created against her. She began to slowly ride him. Eyes closed, his face a mask of pleasure, Spike called her name on what little breath he had. On hearing his hushed call Buffy increased her pace.
Spike felt the pressure building. He reached down and under her skirt his mind briefly contemplating the thought that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and began fingering her.
"Spike!" Buffy cried out when she felt his touch.
He looked around to see if anyone had heard her calling his name. Worried about discovery, but at the same time elated that her desire for him was so strong. He continued to lightly thumb her clit. He could feel her walls begin to spasm around him. With a growl he released his own pleasure, spilling himself within her and burying his face in her neck. Taking pains not to taste her unwittingly.
She cried out once more, "Yes! Oh Spike!" before slumping against him. He could feel her efforts to breathe, and chuckled softly to himself. Knowing that only he could do that to her.
After a few moments she pulled away looking up into his face. He was afraid now. Not knowing her reaction, whether she would run again, or let herself finally feel. He stilled waiting for her to speak.
"Don't think I'm going to forget."
Buffy turned and found herself staring into the eyes of a stranger. She stared up at him confused. Wondering why his eyes weren't blue. Finally she realized that this wasn't Spike, that Spike had left. She shook her head and turned back toward the bar.
Spike's anger flared as he saw someone else reaching to comfort HIS slayer. He shot back across the room, reaching them just as Buffy turned away. His arm shot out "Stay! Away! from Buffy! You stupid git!!" He managed to yell before falling to the floor in pain.
"Spike! What the hell are you doing?"
"Moaning in pain, what the 'ell does it look like?!"
Buffy climbed down from her bar stool and knelt by Spike. She could see the pain etched across his face as she helped him to stand. "Come on, let's go before you cause any more trouble."
Buffy slipped underneath one of his arms and steadied him. She found herself wrapped snuggly within his leather duster. The scent of leather, smoke and Spike was strong. As they walked toward the exit she could feel the play of his muscles underneath his thin shirt. She found herself replaying the events of the night and she began to feel a trickle of moisture between her legs.
Spike's nostrils flared. He could smell her desire and it overrode the pain in his head. Before he knew what was happening the slayer had him pushed into a corner of the Bronze.
She held him flush against a wall while she crushed her lips to his. Somewhere in the back of Spike's brain he wanted to fight back. Wanted to let her know that he wasn't just some toy she could play with whenever she had an itch.
Finally, Spike regained enough sense to pull away. She tried to reach for him again and he shoved her back.
Buffy cried out as her back hit the pillar. He was on her in seconds. Holding her back, immobilizing her.
"I can't keep doing this." Spike spit out between clenched teeth, biting back his own desire.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain. "Please," she whispered pleading for the comfort only he could provide her.
His un-beating heart wrenched at her soft plea. He leaned down to give her a tender kiss.
Within seconds the kiss turned hungry and wanting. Buffy's arms snaked up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer, crushing him to her. She let out a deep moan, causing Spike's hips to thrust towards hers.
She felt the hard bulge in his pants and rubbed herself against it. Her own center aching with need, wanting fulfillment. She was already out of her mind with want of him.
Spike at least was sane enough to realize that they were in way too public and well lit a place to go any further. He tried to keep himself in check, but the extremely horny Buffy rubbing up against him was making it difficult.
// Bloody Hell! I need to get her out of here! //
He tried to pull away. Tried to grab her hand and lead her outside, but she resisted. She managed to land them both on the couch in the corner. She was on top of him still pressing her body flush against his, and chasing his tongue with her own.
// Well at least it's darker over here. // Spike's last thoughts were fleeting as Buffy reached down and cupped his crotch with her warm hand.
His hips shot upward and he groaned aloud. The music surged around them. Spike realized that Buffy's hand was doing more than just rubbing against his jean clad cock. His zipper was slowly coming undone and when Buffy reached in and took hold of him he nearly came.
She freed him and released his lips long enough to pull herself upward and come down hard on his rigid shaft. As he slid into her they both let out breaths they didn't know they were holding.
Buffy sighed as she felt him fill her. She rotated her hips and ground down into his lap. Loving the feeling of friction it created against her. She began to slowly ride him. Eyes closed, his face a mask of pleasure, Spike called her name on what little breath he had. On hearing his hushed call Buffy increased her pace.
Spike felt the pressure building. He reached down and under her skirt his mind briefly contemplating the thought that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and began fingering her.
"Spike!" Buffy cried out when she felt his touch.
He looked around to see if anyone had heard her calling his name. Worried about discovery, but at the same time elated that her desire for him was so strong. He continued to lightly thumb her clit. He could feel her walls begin to spasm around him. With a growl he released his own pleasure, spilling himself within her and burying his face in her neck. Taking pains not to taste her unwittingly.
She cried out once more, "Yes! Oh Spike!" before slumping against him. He could feel her efforts to breathe, and chuckled softly to himself. Knowing that only he could do that to her.
After a few moments she pulled away looking up into his face. He was afraid now. Not knowing her reaction, whether she would run again, or let herself finally feel. He stilled waiting for her to speak.
"Don't think I'm going to forget."