Just A Fling

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Chapter 7 – Suds Play

As he swiftly shucked his own clothes, Spike smirked at Buffy’s backside, looking at his red hand print on the right cheek of her ass. Just think, he, a vampire, had just spanked the tush of the Slayer and wasn’t dust. That was something to brag about. If he kissed and told, that is, which he didn’t.

Buffy stepped into the shower, which was actually an old claw footed tub with a shower head that was an obvious later addition to the original tub. She stood facing a frosted glass window at the back end of the tub. The water coursed over her smooth skin.

When Spike stepped into the front end of the tub, she turned and faced him warily. “What, pet? Scared now after all that we have done?” He stepped closer and placed his hands on her arms. “Remember. You’re the one that came to me. You came to me to explore your sexuality. Well, if you want me to do my job, you have to follow my lead.”

Without giving her time to reply, he turned her around so that she was facing the window, her back to him. At first, he just rubbed her arms, and then she felt his front against her back, their bodies touching in as many places as possible. She could feel his erection against her back. When he began rubbing up and down against her by bending his knees, her head lolled forward. She was standing straight up with her legs slightly parted and sparks flew off of her as his shaft traveled down her ass to her legs and then back up the crack, brushing her sensitive other hole. As the water rained down on them, his movements were slow and deliberate, causing pleasure with every inch his member traveled. A truly delicious tease. “So, pet,” he purred in her ear, “how do you like these…experiments of ours?”

Buffy’s mind was in a fog. “Ah…huh?..bad…”

“Now, be honest, slayer,” Spike admonished as his arm snaked around and cupped her breast, squeezing firmly.

Despite the pleasure he was causing her, she slowly shook her head. “No, I can’t like…”

“But you can and do.” Spike pitched his voice like black velvet as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. “Now, luv, tell it to me straight. How’s the darkness coat fitting you so far?”

She turned her head around so she could see him. “I’m still…Darkness is still fuzzy around the edges. I get that the biting is dark. Mega dark. But the rest…a big huh?!”

Taking her head in his hands, he turned it so she was facing the window again and began to work on the tight muscles at the nape of her neck. “Ok, pet, let’s see what you do know so far. Give me five adjectives.”

“What’s this?” She glanced back at him again. “I came all the way here for an English pop quiz in the shower?”

“Yes, and I am your teacher, missy.” As he turned her to face him again, Spike listened to her mumble under her breath about hating school. He placed his hands on either side of her face and tipped her head up so that she looked into his eyes. “Now start answering.” He knew he shouldn’t, but he really wanted to know how she felt. He knew all of this was new to her and he realized that it was important to him that she was enjoying herself. Bloody hell, he knew he was.

Those blue eyes…Buffy was immediately lost. She could see the beauty and the darkness in his eyes. She realized that what she saw there was not all evil, but still nowhere near innocent. Surprisingly, the words came. “Need, lust, craving…raw desire,” Buffy thought about when she was blowing him, “power, control, giving in, and I hate to say that the bonus word is…satisfying.”

“Why? Why hate it? Satisfying is good, what you need.” This was the root of the problem, Spike thought. She had been denying herself, not letting her dark side shine. But who could she have done those acts with? The only possibilities were the Big Brood, and he was sure Mr. Soul, Angel, would have only been prim and proper in bed even if he hadn’t lost his soul over the deed, and Captain Cardboard…please! “Listen, luv. There is darkness in you. It’s a part of you, the Slayer and the Woman. Why not satisfy that part of you? It’s only natural, Slayer. Darkness doesn’t have to be bad or evil. Dark is just that – dark. Kinky, if you want to call it that, fine, but you draw strength from it. The biting in bed adds spice, hot spice, but there are other things.” He leaned in and gave her lower lip a quick nip. “Now, time for another lesson.”

He wrapped her hands around the window sill. “You’ve better hang on for this, Buffy.” Emphasizing their intimacy, he drew her name out using that velvety voice again. “But first, let’s make with the cleanliness, and then we’ll tune back to the darkness network.” While Buffy was practically drooling in anticipation of the sexual sensations about to come her way, Spike grabbed a bar of soap and worked up lather between his hands. He began soaping up her arms, massaging as he went. This was so suddenly tame that Buffy didn’t know what to think, and she was startled her into her right mind. Now that she noticed, every one of her slayer instincts told her that it was wrong, wrong, wrong to let Spike get behind her and to beware the vampire at her back. But no, he was right. She had come to him and, so far, he hadn’t let her down. On the contrary, he had blown her mind. But she just wasn’t sure about this circumstance. The other two times with him, she had still felt like she retained some control. But in this position, she felt like the control was all his. “I don’t know about this…”

He ran the flat of his hand across her skin, starting at her neck all the way down to her ass, slightly in the crack. “Don’t think.” The sensations had begun. Using some of her shampoo, he quickly lathered up her hair and rinsed.

All soap gone, he massaged the nape of her neck and her shoulders with his thumbs, rubbing away any left-over jet lag she felt. Next, his hands ran all over her body, massaging and rubbing as they went. He moved on to her lower back. She noticed that he stayed focused on her back and waited to pay any attention to her breasts. Saving the best for last? Oh, yes. He slipped his hands around and started on her breasts, squeezing and kneading. He circled her areolas with his fingertips and drew his fingernail across her nipples. Each time his nail scraped across, tingles ran throughout her body, and she whimpered. Such a simple thing that felt so good. Would it have killed Riley to do that? Probably. Ah, a twist of her nipple. Even better. Then Spike’s hands trailed down, again kneading her muscles as they made their way down her body. Why the hell was she thinking about Riley when she had this man? Vampire, Buffy, Spike’s a vamp. Remember that. Why was that so hard lately? Because he is acting like he was a man and not a demon, a little voice whispered inside her head. Shhh.

Looking at her small, lithe body and the beautiful globes of her ass that begged to be squeezed, Spike wanted to drive into her heat right then and there. None of this preamble rubbish. This little girl needed to be fucked and fucked often. He could do that, he thought with a smirk on his face. She was turning out to be a good lay, inexperienced but good. She was definitely worth keeping around for awhile. At those thoughts, his inner William rebelled. She wasn’t a piece of meat. She wasn’t a slut or whore. She was a beautiful woman that deserved better treatment. Spike couldn’t get mad since he really did …well, he agreed. To tell the truth, he was enjoying this foreplay as much as she was. She felt exquisite under his hands.

Buffy tensed with anticipation. His hands were on her hips and soon would be level with her sex. And yes, she fairly quivered when his fingers passed through her course hair. Once down to her thighs, his hands nudged her legs apart; she was happy to oblige them. Then the strokes, the long, slow strokes, began over and over. He rubbed over her lips, her entrance and her other hole. Buffy’s moans traveled around the bathroom, wrapping around them. But then he stopped too soon. Buffy jerked around and looked at him. “Hey…”

Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. “Relax, Sl…Buffy. You’re,” he held up his wet hands, “in good hands.” He took one of those hands and turned her back around before reaching for the shower head that was on a long hose.

The water flowing over her felt good. She was sure he had something erotic in mind concerning the water. And he did. Surprising her, he changed the shower head setting to massage and angled the shower head so that it was pulsing on her clitoris. Buffy jumped at first…but then got very still. The sensation was incredible. It was like the hard, pounding sex with Spike. Bam, bam, bam in rapid fire, and she couldn’t get enough. Oh, how good.

Abruptly the water was gone. Buffy’s eyes shot open and flew down to Spike’s upturned face. She found an evil grin on his face. That’s it. No pulsing water equaled evil man. Her brain briefly flashed. Man? Again she was thinking of Spike as a man instead of a vampire. Maybe he could be both. He certainly wasn’t an ordinary vamp.

Spike thoroughly enjoyed watching the expressions crossing over her face. When the water blast hit her sensitive nub, her eyes first slowly rolled up then closed in ecstasy. When the water was taken away, her eyes opened wide and turned on him.

When he made no move to continue, Buffy rotated her hips, her body crying out for the new sensation. Her gaze beseeched him to return her pleasure, but he made no move. He looked like he was expecting something…Wait. That’s it. “Please.” She watched him tilt his head and raise his scarred eyebrow, and his look conveyed his terms. Giving in was surprisingly easy. “Please, Spike.”

Acknowledging her success at saying just the right thing, Spike brought his instrument of pleasure back to Buffy’s tender regions. Her eyes closed again, and her breath caught. It gave her goose bumps even though it was warm water flowing over her.

Her climax built fast, faster than she would have imagined possible, and she could tell that it was going to be a big one. Gripping the window sill, her nails no doubt leaving half moon indentations in the paint, she yelled out when she flew over the water fall.

Reaching around Buffy as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, he hung the shower head back up. As part of the same fluid motion, he grabbed hold of Buffy’s hips, bent her body forward, placed his member at her opening and drove into her from behind. She was hot and so tight, fitting him to perfection. As he surged forward, he pulled her back, having no doubt that he would leave bruises on her hips that would show the next day. She’d have war wounds to be proud of. At least he thought she should be.

Feeling Spike’s shaft stretching her, sliding in and out at a quick pace caused Buffy to recover fast and smile as she listened to Spike groan. He felt so good inside of her. Hell, she felt so good. She had always thought that doggie style was degrading to the woman. Just the name sounded…yuk. How naïve she was. She accepted it, reveled in it. His hands on her hips, his tight painful grip, how hard he could make them collide together, even to the slapping of his sac on her clit. What was there not to love? The only down side was that she couldn’t kiss him. She missed tasting him, feeling the cool intrusion of his tongue in her mouth.

Despite the grueling pace, he was able to hold his orgasm back and enjoy the woman who he was intimately connected with. Once the pace was set, he savored her joining in with the motion. As always with them, her force matched his own. They were perfectly in time with each other as in sex and fighting. Finally, he found his orgasm wouldn’t be held back any longer. “Yessss.” Wanting to bring her to her release at the same time, he reached around and stroked her clit. When he sank his fangs into her shoulder and drank, she came, lights sparkling before her eyes. A couple of more strokes, and he was shooting his seed into her tight channel. When he withdrew his fangs and started carefully licking, she saw the blood swirling the tub. But instead of being grossed out, as she should be at the sight of her own blood flowing down the drain, she found that she was ok with it; it was just a reminder of the pleasure just had.

Surprising him, she straightened up, quickly spun around, and latched her lips onto his. After a moment of tasting each other,
Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and put her head on his chest. Both still had slight tremors from their encounter and were practically holding each other up.

“I couldn’t kiss you in that position.” She looked up at him and realized that she had just admitted missing something about him, missing some part of him. And…she was fine with it. “Don’t get me wrong. I liked it, but I wanted to kiss you.”

He watched as she blushed with her admission, but she had admitted it, and he found himself flattered. He had missed kissing her, too. Missed those warm, moist lips.

While drying off, the intimacy began to fade, and they both began to pull back inside of themselves, taking on their usual roles for the protection of their emotions. Before he left the bathroom, Spike noticed Buffy’s punctures still oozed blood, and he leaned over and gently licked it until it stopped. Buffy was surprised but let him finish. Having helped close the wounds, Spike pulled back and saw the question evident on Buffy’s face. “Your bite hadn’t closed yet. It is now.”

He hadn’t fully understood why she was surprised. She was surprised not just by his touching her softly, gently, but by his compassion of sorts. In fact, it made her insides melt. “Thanks.” Buffy looked at her pruned toes and then back at him. “I didn’t know that position could be so…”

Spike’s scared eyebrow slowly rose. “Bloody wonderful?” The words came out of his mouth in a rush, belying his aloof attitude he was trying to project.

Giving a little snort of laughter, she forced herself to look him eye to eye. “Thanks for showing me.”

“Anytime, pet.” Stepping closer to her, Spike ran his thumb across her cheek. “Anytime.”

Still somewhat embarrassed by the subject matter, she gave a nervous laugh and turned to go to her room. “See you in twenty minutes?”

“Meet you in the sitting room, luv.” As she walked away, Spike licked his lips. Just thinking of when he would have her in that position again made him hard. However, he would definitely make sure they would take it at a more leisurely pace the next time.

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TBC