Doing the Right Thing

Chapter Seven

“Fast or slow,” Spike growled into Buffy’s ear as they made their way to his motel room.

“Huh?” She couldn’t follow, her mind was blank. His hands under her shirt were driving her crazy, and they way he was nudging her with his hips as they walked had her practically hyperventilating.

“First time," Spike said between licks on her neck. “Fast or slow.”

She was trying to get her hands into his tight jeans without unbuttoning him in public, and continue walking at the same time. “Oh, um, fast?”

“Yeah,” Spike moaned pinning her against a door for a long kiss. “Right after the fast we’ll do slow.”

“Kay,” she whispered, then cried softly when he pushed her away. He was just unlocking the door, so she busied herself with an exploration of his fine ass.

Then the door was open.

“Naked,” Buffy gasped as he grabbed her none to gently and dragged her in.

Buffy started skinning off her top and kicking her shoes off, Spike did the same, and the moment they were naked they were on the floor by the luggage rack.

He pushed into her.

Buffy cried,”Yes!” nearly sobbing, a whole body shiver running through her. This was what she had been searching for–rock covered in silk, thick, long, pushing into depths others couldn’t reach. This would finally satisfy her.

“Oh, Spike. Baby. You’re the only one. . . ”

Spike reacted to her endearment with a powerful thrust, as though he understood her almost confession and was erasing any other man from her mind. “You’re mine, “ he growled. “Only mine.”

“Yours,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms and legs tighter and clutching at him with her inner muscles as he hit that sweet spot one. . . more. . . time. She came in a convulsive burst .

Spike latched his lips to hers, kissing her wildly as he plunged in and out a few more times. Buffy curled her hands into his hair and kissed him back, sucking on his tongue, urging him with her body to lose control and come.

He did, pulsing into her as he groaned in release.

“We missed the bed again,” Buffy whispered while she nipped and licked at his ear.

Spike raised his head from the crook of her shoulder, and grinned at her. “We’ll use it the next time.” He stood and pulled her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the bed. “We’re not done yet.”

Buffy moaned a wordless approval at his words and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips.

He placed her gently on the bed and stretched out next to her, looking at her intensely. Buffy returned his gaze and slowly entwined her hand with his. Their hands burst into flames, but there was no burning, no damage.

Spike slowly moved there hands to her breast, brushing her pink nipples with their flaming fingers, and then dragged their hands down her body, over her damp curls, to her wet slit.

“Whatever it is, it’s ours alone,” Buffy whispered.

“Ours,” Spike breathed.

With hands still joined, Spike began to rub small circles on Buffy’s swollen, sensitive nub, sliding sensuously in the copious liquid that coated her. His lips found a nipple and he licked for a moment. “You have the prettiest nipples, Buffy, so pink, and the way they tilt up just a little. Drive me crazy, they do.”

His words were driving her crazy, along with the gliding of their fingers.
“Love it when you touch me there,” Buffy whispered almost shyly. “I love everything you do.” Then her face crumpled, and she began to cry. “I missed you so much when you were gone.”

“Ahh, sweetheart, those times are gone. I’m here now, I’m real, “ Spike held her face in his hands. “I’m not going anywhere, not without you.” He rained kisses over her face, .

“Make love with me, Spike,” Buffy’s tear filled eyes met his and held.

“Forever, love,” he said, and began kissing her tears away.

Once again they joined hands, and the flames lit the room.

****


London, Andrew’s apartment.


It was early in the morning but Andrew had already seized the day.

He had woken up at dawn, and spent the first fifteen minutes of his day meditating, followed by his Daily Affirmations.

“I am strong,” he intoned. “I am smart. I am good and kind. The universe does not seek to harm me, for I am on the side of Good and Light. I am One with the Forces of Good. I will live this day worthy of my fallen friends.” His eyes got a little teary on the last affirmation but he gamely put his sadness aside and snuffed out the vanilla inscense.

He donned his running gear and ran for precisely 2.4 miles, and then returned to his apartment carrying a double mocha latte with cinnamon and shaved chocolate. While he drank it, contemplating his wardrobe, someone knocked on his door.

It was Willow, he saw through the crack allowed by his chains. “Willow!”

Willow still made him a little nervous, with all her huge powers and lesbian Wicca coolness...

“Andrew, I need your help with the Spikebot. I have to fly to Cleveland immediately, so I brought it with me. It’s configured a little different than the Buffybot was–“

Andrew shut the door to remove the chains and reopened it.

The Spikebot stood next to Willow in all its Spikey glory. Andrew felt a thrill run through his body. The last time he’d seen it, it was still draped in bubble wrap. Now it was here, in a black leather duster, its face in a scowl. Just like Spike.

“S-sure Willow. Come in.”
Willow and the Spikebot entered his efficiency apartment.

“Bloody ’ell," the Spikebot growled. “Where’s the whiskey?”

“Wow, it sounds just like Spike,” Andrew said, awed.

“Yeah, it’s stuck in some type of surly mode. I was trying to figure out how to get him in a different mode when I got the call to go to Cleveland.”

“Trouble on the Hell mouth?”

Willow shook her head. “The Buffster.”

“Say no more," Andrew said, magnanimously, for a Hero does not gossip. “Just get her here, soon. I’ll take care of the Spikebot.”

Willow handed over a file, and then spoke to the bot.

“This is Andrew. I am giving you a direct order, key code Alpha,” She cleared her throat. “ Obey Andrew as your master.”

Andrew felt a thrill run through his whole body.

“There, “she said to Andrew. “You shouldn’t have any trouble with it.”

“Bloody ‘ell,” the Spikebot said, as Andrew relocked the door after her.