Magical Toothpaste

"What changed your mind, pet?" Spike asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the rounded curve of Buffy's naked shoulder.

She shifted her head against the pillow and a soft sigh escaped her at the brush of his lips against her skin. His tongue darted out, tasting taltyalty flesh and Buffy felt her desire awaken as her pussy moistened with a tight heat. "This...you...how much I want you," she softly exhaled.

"You couldn't keep away. You need me." The words puffed against her ear and Buffy recognized the command wer were.

"You're pretty cocky, Spike," she mumbled, still too warmly content to protest much.

His hand skimmed down her arm, the silver ring on his thumb colder then his flesh that she had warmed. "You love it," he declared with a confident, slightly evil, drawl.

Buffy bit her lip against the smile that would confirm it. His hand traveled back up and grasped her shoulder, shifting her back into the circle of his arms. "Open your eyes, Buffy," Spike said softly.

She lifted her lids slowly and the warm candlit glow of his crypt bedroom filled her vision. Their clothes had disappeared as they fumbled towards the bed, collapsing naked against the golden comforter and cotton sheets. Now they lay nestled under those sheets, Spike spooned to her back, their desires temporarily sated in the afterglow of their fevered lovemaking.

"I love you," he said with roughened voice as he nuzzled into her ear. Buffy's breath shortened and the pain lasered to her heart. She'd come here to be with him. She'd accepted him as her lover anem aem as a couple. Why did he always have to want more?

She turned abruptly and slammed her mouth to his hugrily, pushing the words away. Spike's eyes fell closed on a groan and he gripped her close, his cock swelling and pushing against her thigh. She slid her hands up the corded strength of his arms to wrap around his neck as she turned to press herself fully against him. Spike shifted so he lay atop her, her back pressed into the mattress and her thighs splayed to accept his weight between them. As he kissed her passionately, his tongue playing against her lips, he gripped her small hands at his neck and pulled them up above her head. He held her wrists in one hand while he stroked the other down her immobile body, pulling back to gaze down at her with gleaming blue eyes and a wicked cast to his parted lips.

Buffy struggled against the hold instinctively, trying desperately to get leverage, a fresh surge of charged adrenalin shooting through her. He tightened his grip and her eyes flew to his. "Enjoy it, luv," he said huskily as his eyes asked ho trust ust him. She swallowed and let her body accept this new feeling, her limbs still tense and her breath shallow as her heart pounded in her chest. She felt exposed and held and completely at his mercy. And it thrilled her from deep down in that dark place where she loved him madly.

His lips plucked at the tight bead of her nipple as he palmed the other breast with nimble fingers. She writhed beneath him as his touch sent tingles across her skin, tightening her belly as she frustratedly moved her thighs strokingly against his hips, silently begging him to plunge inside her. She wanted desperately to stroke her hands across his cool skin and play in the silky blond hair that so excited her but they were still in his unforgiving hold. He pulled up to look into her eyes as he tickled his fingers down her taut belly. She gasped as the giggly feeling merged and meshed with her need to form some new feeling of lust and laughter. He smiled down at her expressive face with hooded eyes as he stroked down past the neat strip of honey colored curls at the apex of her thighs. His cool fingers dipped between her thighs and stroked along the wet lips of her pussy. They parted at his touch and he gathered some of her moisture on the tip of his finger, pulling it up to stroke along the bud of her clit. He pressed there until he felt her body tighten as her mouth formed a gentle oval of pleasure. Holding the pressure he moved his finger in slow circles. Her thighs began to shake and her breath came more sharply as she began to moan. She stiffened and groaned and then her body feel limp as she climaxed and coated his fingers with her juices.

He released her hands and they immediately gripped his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss her as she slung her leg over his thigh. He gripped her hip with one hand while the other fisted in her hair as he pushed his cock into her soaking pussy. Her inner muscles were still fluttering with the afterquakes of her climax as he began to pump into her. His hard rhthym excited her all over again as she thought of his cock plunging into her warm willing body. She angled her hips to catch him more fully and he pushed forcefully, quickly bringing them both to the shuddering precipice of their climaxes. As she felt her pussy tighten he groaned into her neck, and bit lightly. She almost screamed at the pleasure and returned the gesture, biting down on the flesh of his shoulder. That threw them over the edge and they both shouted their release. He fell limply atop her and she smiled with self-satisfied pleasure as she idly stroked her hands down the line of his back.





"It was clearly marked!" Willow defended for the millionth time. "It said 'Love Toothpaste' in big black letters."

"What I don't understand is why you'd even keep it around?" Xander asked. His eyes skittered past Willow who was holding Tara's hand and settled on the normally cool and collected British man seated at the table dedicatedly filling out some form. "Giles, what are you doing?!"

"Oh, oh yes," Giles mumbled distractedly. "I'm filling out this contest form. You can win Molly Sims pants." He looked up at Xander and grinned.

Xander paused for one moment as he digested this. "Ok," he said slowly, "but what exactly are you going to do with them?"

Giles face tightened and he clutched the Cosmo magazine to his chest. "Mind your own bloody business!"