Wounded Hearts
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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2,848
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19
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Spike shut the engine off at the neon sign, “Johnny’s Motel and Tavern”.
“We’re here, pet” he said, rousing Buffy from her sleep.
“Where is here?” Buffy asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Johnny’s, it appears. Sorry, not the Hilton but I’m beat and starving.” Spike said.
The couple got out of the car, looking around the one horse town they had stopped in before making their way to the door of the tavern. Buffy adjusted her eyes to the dim light and smoke in the bar. Tables and a diner counter sat on one side of the establishment while a bar area with pool tables, jukebox, and a small dance floor took up the other.
“Just have a seat wherever you like, Sugar!” a big haired jovial waitress yelled over to Spike.
“Thanks pet.” Spike replied then placed his hand on Buffy’s back and guided her to an empty booth. A few moments later, “Betty Sue” sauntered over and slapped down two water glasses, menus, and silverware rolls.
“Soup is chicken corn chowder and the special is meatloaf surprise. Anything to drink to start you folks off?” Betty waited with pen and tablet in hand.
“I’ll have a diet coke.” Buffy answered.
“Whatever’s on tap.” Spike said next.
“Sure thing. I’ll be right back” Betty said.
She returned a few moments later with their drinks. “You two new in town?”
“Just passing through.” Spike answered.
“You decide yet?” Betty asked.
“I’ll just have a cheeseburger and fries” Buffy ordered.
“Make that two” Spike added.
Betty took their menus and went to place their order in the kitchen. Spike took a swallow of his beer.
Buffy watched him closely then remarked, “You really think that’s such a good idea?”
“I’m a big boy, Buffy.” Spike said irritated.
“I know but the last time you decided to make friendly with Mr. Beer there…well, I can’t afford to pay for anymore broken furniture.” Buffy replied half joking then added, “Plus you’re driving”
“One; we’re getting a room at the motel so I’m not driving anymore tonight and two; I told you I would bloody pay you back for that so stop bringing it up!” he snapped.
“Don’t get all snippy with me! I was just looking out for you.” Buffy said.
Spike sighed and looked out the window their booth was by then turned back to his beer and drank the rest down in one large gulp just out of spite.
“Fine! Whatever! It’s your liver.” Buffy muttered.
“Yeah, it is. I’m going to go play some pool.” Spike stood and went over to the bar to order another beer and get some quarters for the pool tables. He went to one of the tables and deposited two quarters and watched the balls spit out on the side. He reached for the plastic triangle and racked the balls up.
Buffy watched him for a moment then made a decision and shrugging her shoulders, went over to the bar and ordered a beer herself. The bartender carded her and she blushed, retrieving her wallet from her purse. Satisfied, finally he gave her the beer. She walked over to Spike.
“Mind if I play too?” she asked.
“I thought you were on a mission to save livers?” he said gesturing to her beer.
“Oh shut up. Can I play?” she repeated.
“Sure, don’t fancy playing with myself and don’t you say anything about that comment.” He warned.
“OK, um, Spike?” Buffy looked at him.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“I don’t know how to play. Can you teach me how to play? I’m not sure how to hold the stick.” Buffy said innocently as she picked one out from the wall holder as Spike was leaning over just about to release his break shot. Hearing her comment, he thrust abruptly and the cue went off its intended target, barely knocking any of the balls.
“Fuck!” Spike swore then closed his eyes, pinching the top of his nose.
“Maybe someone else should teach me?” Buffy said deadpan.
“Come here!” Spike ordered.
Buffy inched closer to him a bit timidly.
“You want to learn how to hold the stick? Lesson the first…” Spike began as he pulled her to stand in front of him and wrapping his arms around her body, he held her arms and hand into position on the stick.
“This is a tad awkward with your cast on your arm but we’ll try our best, pet.” Spike said as he showed her how to line her shot up.
Buffy turned out to be a natural at both pool and drinking. Half way through their game, their food arrived and Buffy was on her third beer. They left their game and went back to their booth and hurriedly consumed their burgers and fries.
“Let’s go finish. I am so kicking your ass, buddy” Buffy said, wiping her mouth off with the paper napkin.
“I’ve created a monster” Spike said as he followed her back to the pool table.
The next shot Buffy took resulted in sinking two of her balls, one of which was the 8 ball. She squealed with delight and practically jumped up and down, grabbing Spike by the head and planting a big kiss on his cheek.
“I did it! I won!” she giggled.
Spike smiled at her youthful enthusiasm. “That you did, luv.”
Spike was starting to feel pretty good himself, having moved beyond the tap to Jack Daniels.
“Let’s play again!” Buffy said excitedly.
“Right then. Let me get some more quarters.” He said.
“Hey, get me some for the jukebox too.” Buffy yelled to him as he walked over to the bar.
A few moments later he returned and handed her a few coins.
“I’ll be right back. You do the racky thingy.” She giggled and walked over to the jukebox.
The couple played, laughed, and drank into the night. They were both drunk. Buffy decided she should become a professional pool player and Spike didn’t have the heart to tell her he had been letting her win by purposely missing shots.
They were just about to start another game and a slow song started up; a selection by one of the other patrons.
It's nothing; it's so normal you
You just stand there. I could say so much
But I don't go there cause I don't want to
I was thinking if you were lonely
Maybe we could leave here and no one would know
At least not to the point that we would think so
The seductive tone lured Buffy and she yanked on Spike’s hand, “Let’s dance.”
“Buffy…I really don’t think…” Spike began to protest even as Buffy led him to the little dance floor and pressed herself up against him as the song purred from the jukebox. All reasonable thought left his brain as he felt her soft curves press up against him. God, he was lonely. God, he missed Drusilla. Drusilla. His thoughts drifted to his dead wife as they swayed to the music.
Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about
Somebody else
It's best if we all keep it under our heads
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
But I'm lonely now, and I don't know how
To get it back to good
Buffy ran her hands up and down his back and slowly grinded her hips against his. She peeked up at him and his eyes were closed but they snapped open as if he instinctively knew her eyes were upon him. Hazel pools started into blue ones. The silence seemed deafening in the middle of a fairly robust bar.
Seeming to sober briefly, Buffy softly said, “I love Angel.”
“I know.” Spike confirmed that fact before lowering his head and kissing her anyway.
Her hands came up to cradle the back of his head, fingers running through blond locks and his hands came down to cup her ass and pull her closer to his burgeoning erection.
This don't mean that, you own me
This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell
But things worked out just like you wanted too
If you see me out you don't know me
Try to turn your head, try to give me some room
To figure out just what I'm going to do
Before the couple knew it, they were hastily paying their bill and stumbling over themselves to get to the front desk of the motel and rent a room. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Spike finally got the key and he and Buffy hurried to their room. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other as he fumbled with the lock and key.
“Come on Spike! Hurry!” Buffy panted in between kisses and fondles.
And everyone here, hates everyone here for doing just like they do
It's best if we all keep this quiet instead
And I couldn't tell, why everyone here was doing me like they do
But I'm sorry now, and I don't know how
To get it back to good
Spike finally got the door open and he and Buffy practically crashed through the door. After getting it closed, Buffy pushed Spike up against it and roughly grabbed his face, then attacked his mouth with hers, devouring him.
“Luv…are you sure?” Spike questioned, coming up for air at the end of the kiss.
“Just fuck me!” Buffy panted and grabbed him again.
Gone was the sweet, fairly demure woman he had gotten to know over the past week and a half. In her place was this aggressive sex kitten who wanted it rough and brutal.
Everyone here, is wondering what it's like to be with Somebody else
Everyone here's to blame, everyone here
Gets caught up in the pleasure or the pain, everyone hides
Shades of shame, but looking inside we're the same, we're the same
And we're all grown now, but we don't know how
To get it back to good
Spike knew she was drunk and so was he. He knew he shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. He apparently wasn’t drunk enough because he knew. He knew she knew too. She frantically pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties off, then just as savagely, tore down the zipper on his jeans. Spike’s cock sprang free in all its glory as Buffy put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. In seconds she positioned him at her entrance and roughly sank down onto his thick shaft, causing her to moan in both pleasure and pain. Spike sought Buffy’s eyes again and they stared at each other for a long moment, soul searching each other before Buffy began to move up and down, fucking herself on him. Spike groaned and held her hips in a punishing grip, helping her to lift her pussy up and down on his rigid cock.
“Fuck, Buffy…you’re so tight” he finally managed to speak.
Buffy answered him with another kiss as Spike turned them so Buffy’s back was against the door and bending his knees a bit, he thrust up hard into her. Holding her against the door, he pumped in and out, over and over.
“Harder, Spike. Harder.” Buffy kept saying.
Spike lifted her and walked with her wrapped around him over to the double bed and laid her down on the edge and then redoubled his efforts and began pounding into her pussy as hard as he could. Buffy was moaning and grunting and Spike could tell he was hurting her a bit but she begged him for more, only saying, “Yes”, and “harder”.
Buffy had never felt such intense, raw physical, sexual pleasure in her life. Spike’s cock was long and thick, stretching her with each thrust. She felt her body start to tingle all over as her orgasm approached. Spike panted above her and then she felt him stiffen and begin jerking into her very fast.
“Oh God, I’m going to come.” Spike announced.
He felt his balls draw up and he reached down and rubbed Buffy’s clit. As soon as she started to come, he gave one final thrust and then exploded inside her, coating her insides with his semen. He collapsed on top of her and then much to his and her surprise, started to cry. His shoulders racked with sobs. Buffy held him to her breast and stroked his hair.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized then said the one word that brought it all back and made it make sense, “Drusilla”.
Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking 'bout Somebody else
It's best if we all keep this under our heads
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
But it's over now, and I don't know how, it's over now
There's no getting back to good
Buffy began to cry then too but for an altogether different reason. She wasn’t crying because she had been thinking of Angel as Spike and she had made love. She was crying because she HADN’T thought of him.
Song used is--Matchbox 20, “Back 2 Good”
To be continued in Chapter 7- The Long Ride Home
“We’re here, pet” he said, rousing Buffy from her sleep.
“Where is here?” Buffy asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Johnny’s, it appears. Sorry, not the Hilton but I’m beat and starving.” Spike said.
The couple got out of the car, looking around the one horse town they had stopped in before making their way to the door of the tavern. Buffy adjusted her eyes to the dim light and smoke in the bar. Tables and a diner counter sat on one side of the establishment while a bar area with pool tables, jukebox, and a small dance floor took up the other.
“Just have a seat wherever you like, Sugar!” a big haired jovial waitress yelled over to Spike.
“Thanks pet.” Spike replied then placed his hand on Buffy’s back and guided her to an empty booth. A few moments later, “Betty Sue” sauntered over and slapped down two water glasses, menus, and silverware rolls.
“Soup is chicken corn chowder and the special is meatloaf surprise. Anything to drink to start you folks off?” Betty waited with pen and tablet in hand.
“I’ll have a diet coke.” Buffy answered.
“Whatever’s on tap.” Spike said next.
“Sure thing. I’ll be right back” Betty said.
She returned a few moments later with their drinks. “You two new in town?”
“Just passing through.” Spike answered.
“You decide yet?” Betty asked.
“I’ll just have a cheeseburger and fries” Buffy ordered.
“Make that two” Spike added.
Betty took their menus and went to place their order in the kitchen. Spike took a swallow of his beer.
Buffy watched him closely then remarked, “You really think that’s such a good idea?”
“I’m a big boy, Buffy.” Spike said irritated.
“I know but the last time you decided to make friendly with Mr. Beer there…well, I can’t afford to pay for anymore broken furniture.” Buffy replied half joking then added, “Plus you’re driving”
“One; we’re getting a room at the motel so I’m not driving anymore tonight and two; I told you I would bloody pay you back for that so stop bringing it up!” he snapped.
“Don’t get all snippy with me! I was just looking out for you.” Buffy said.
Spike sighed and looked out the window their booth was by then turned back to his beer and drank the rest down in one large gulp just out of spite.
“Fine! Whatever! It’s your liver.” Buffy muttered.
“Yeah, it is. I’m going to go play some pool.” Spike stood and went over to the bar to order another beer and get some quarters for the pool tables. He went to one of the tables and deposited two quarters and watched the balls spit out on the side. He reached for the plastic triangle and racked the balls up.
Buffy watched him for a moment then made a decision and shrugging her shoulders, went over to the bar and ordered a beer herself. The bartender carded her and she blushed, retrieving her wallet from her purse. Satisfied, finally he gave her the beer. She walked over to Spike.
“Mind if I play too?” she asked.
“I thought you were on a mission to save livers?” he said gesturing to her beer.
“Oh shut up. Can I play?” she repeated.
“Sure, don’t fancy playing with myself and don’t you say anything about that comment.” He warned.
“OK, um, Spike?” Buffy looked at him.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“I don’t know how to play. Can you teach me how to play? I’m not sure how to hold the stick.” Buffy said innocently as she picked one out from the wall holder as Spike was leaning over just about to release his break shot. Hearing her comment, he thrust abruptly and the cue went off its intended target, barely knocking any of the balls.
“Fuck!” Spike swore then closed his eyes, pinching the top of his nose.
“Maybe someone else should teach me?” Buffy said deadpan.
“Come here!” Spike ordered.
Buffy inched closer to him a bit timidly.
“You want to learn how to hold the stick? Lesson the first…” Spike began as he pulled her to stand in front of him and wrapping his arms around her body, he held her arms and hand into position on the stick.
“This is a tad awkward with your cast on your arm but we’ll try our best, pet.” Spike said as he showed her how to line her shot up.
Buffy turned out to be a natural at both pool and drinking. Half way through their game, their food arrived and Buffy was on her third beer. They left their game and went back to their booth and hurriedly consumed their burgers and fries.
“Let’s go finish. I am so kicking your ass, buddy” Buffy said, wiping her mouth off with the paper napkin.
“I’ve created a monster” Spike said as he followed her back to the pool table.
The next shot Buffy took resulted in sinking two of her balls, one of which was the 8 ball. She squealed with delight and practically jumped up and down, grabbing Spike by the head and planting a big kiss on his cheek.
“I did it! I won!” she giggled.
Spike smiled at her youthful enthusiasm. “That you did, luv.”
Spike was starting to feel pretty good himself, having moved beyond the tap to Jack Daniels.
“Let’s play again!” Buffy said excitedly.
“Right then. Let me get some more quarters.” He said.
“Hey, get me some for the jukebox too.” Buffy yelled to him as he walked over to the bar.
A few moments later he returned and handed her a few coins.
“I’ll be right back. You do the racky thingy.” She giggled and walked over to the jukebox.
The couple played, laughed, and drank into the night. They were both drunk. Buffy decided she should become a professional pool player and Spike didn’t have the heart to tell her he had been letting her win by purposely missing shots.
They were just about to start another game and a slow song started up; a selection by one of the other patrons.
It's nothing; it's so normal you
You just stand there. I could say so much
But I don't go there cause I don't want to
I was thinking if you were lonely
Maybe we could leave here and no one would know
At least not to the point that we would think so
The seductive tone lured Buffy and she yanked on Spike’s hand, “Let’s dance.”
“Buffy…I really don’t think…” Spike began to protest even as Buffy led him to the little dance floor and pressed herself up against him as the song purred from the jukebox. All reasonable thought left his brain as he felt her soft curves press up against him. God, he was lonely. God, he missed Drusilla. Drusilla. His thoughts drifted to his dead wife as they swayed to the music.
Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about
Somebody else
It's best if we all keep it under our heads
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
But I'm lonely now, and I don't know how
To get it back to good
Buffy ran her hands up and down his back and slowly grinded her hips against his. She peeked up at him and his eyes were closed but they snapped open as if he instinctively knew her eyes were upon him. Hazel pools started into blue ones. The silence seemed deafening in the middle of a fairly robust bar.
Seeming to sober briefly, Buffy softly said, “I love Angel.”
“I know.” Spike confirmed that fact before lowering his head and kissing her anyway.
Her hands came up to cradle the back of his head, fingers running through blond locks and his hands came down to cup her ass and pull her closer to his burgeoning erection.
This don't mean that, you own me
This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell
But things worked out just like you wanted too
If you see me out you don't know me
Try to turn your head, try to give me some room
To figure out just what I'm going to do
Before the couple knew it, they were hastily paying their bill and stumbling over themselves to get to the front desk of the motel and rent a room. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Spike finally got the key and he and Buffy hurried to their room. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other as he fumbled with the lock and key.
“Come on Spike! Hurry!” Buffy panted in between kisses and fondles.
And everyone here, hates everyone here for doing just like they do
It's best if we all keep this quiet instead
And I couldn't tell, why everyone here was doing me like they do
But I'm sorry now, and I don't know how
To get it back to good
Spike finally got the door open and he and Buffy practically crashed through the door. After getting it closed, Buffy pushed Spike up against it and roughly grabbed his face, then attacked his mouth with hers, devouring him.
“Luv…are you sure?” Spike questioned, coming up for air at the end of the kiss.
“Just fuck me!” Buffy panted and grabbed him again.
Gone was the sweet, fairly demure woman he had gotten to know over the past week and a half. In her place was this aggressive sex kitten who wanted it rough and brutal.
Everyone here, is wondering what it's like to be with Somebody else
Everyone here's to blame, everyone here
Gets caught up in the pleasure or the pain, everyone hides
Shades of shame, but looking inside we're the same, we're the same
And we're all grown now, but we don't know how
To get it back to good
Spike knew she was drunk and so was he. He knew he shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. He apparently wasn’t drunk enough because he knew. He knew she knew too. She frantically pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties off, then just as savagely, tore down the zipper on his jeans. Spike’s cock sprang free in all its glory as Buffy put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. In seconds she positioned him at her entrance and roughly sank down onto his thick shaft, causing her to moan in both pleasure and pain. Spike sought Buffy’s eyes again and they stared at each other for a long moment, soul searching each other before Buffy began to move up and down, fucking herself on him. Spike groaned and held her hips in a punishing grip, helping her to lift her pussy up and down on his rigid cock.
“Fuck, Buffy…you’re so tight” he finally managed to speak.
Buffy answered him with another kiss as Spike turned them so Buffy’s back was against the door and bending his knees a bit, he thrust up hard into her. Holding her against the door, he pumped in and out, over and over.
“Harder, Spike. Harder.” Buffy kept saying.
Spike lifted her and walked with her wrapped around him over to the double bed and laid her down on the edge and then redoubled his efforts and began pounding into her pussy as hard as he could. Buffy was moaning and grunting and Spike could tell he was hurting her a bit but she begged him for more, only saying, “Yes”, and “harder”.
Buffy had never felt such intense, raw physical, sexual pleasure in her life. Spike’s cock was long and thick, stretching her with each thrust. She felt her body start to tingle all over as her orgasm approached. Spike panted above her and then she felt him stiffen and begin jerking into her very fast.
“Oh God, I’m going to come.” Spike announced.
He felt his balls draw up and he reached down and rubbed Buffy’s clit. As soon as she started to come, he gave one final thrust and then exploded inside her, coating her insides with his semen. He collapsed on top of her and then much to his and her surprise, started to cry. His shoulders racked with sobs. Buffy held him to her breast and stroked his hair.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized then said the one word that brought it all back and made it make sense, “Drusilla”.
Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking 'bout Somebody else
It's best if we all keep this under our heads
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
But it's over now, and I don't know how, it's over now
There's no getting back to good
Buffy began to cry then too but for an altogether different reason. She wasn’t crying because she had been thinking of Angel as Spike and she had made love. She was crying because she HADN’T thought of him.
Song used is--Matchbox 20, “Back 2 Good”
To be continued in Chapter 7- The Long Ride Home