Life Serial Revisited

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Chapter 8: Lickable
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Wish I knew what was going on in the Slayer’s mind at the moment. Hard to tell if she is too drunk to know what she’s doing. ‘Cause what she’s doing is driving me ‘round the fucking bend. Warm little hand curled around my arm, leaning hard against me, the scent of her weakening me around the knees. And then to top it off, she looks up at me all soft and beautiful and she’s instantly got me by the short hairs. I’m hers, and if she just knew what I would do for her… Lot more than just knock some demon heads. I’d do anything. ‘Course she doesn’t want to know just how mad I am over her. Does she?

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Mmm. Firm. Spike’s arms are nice. Nice for leaning on, nice for holding, nice for holding me... I stifle a giggle. It will not do for Spike to see me giggling. He’ll think I’m not serious if I tell ‘im I want to jump his very old bones. God, I can’t believe I just thought that. squesqueeze his arm a little harder, pretending I can’t hold myself up that well. Really, I just want to squeeze his arm, feel those tight muscles go even tighter in response. His coat is in the way, though. Stupid coat.

That coat is really in the way of me feeling his muscley goodness. “Take off your coat.” Whoops. Blurt much, Buffy? Cover, cover... umm. “I’m cold.” Good one! I try to bat my eyelashes at him. “Could I wear it?” I even shiver once for effect.

I don’t think he’s buying it. He heard the tone in my voice when I demanded he strip. Oh, there’s a visual. Spike. Strip. Heh. Spike squints at me. God, I really do hope he can’t read thoughts. Or maybe I do hope he can...or maybe... hmm... “Sure, Slayer. I want you to bwarmwarm.” Oh my god. He can make any word in the English language turn into the naughtiest, down low dirty word. The way warm just vibrated out of his mouth was too good. Or bad. Or good. Whatever. I liked it. And ooh, the coat is comin’ off!

I just have to wonder if he knows how fucking sexy he is. Does he know? He can’t see himself, so he doesn’t even know what he looks like when he steps back and whips that coat off, a soft swish of leather, revealing his bare arms in a t-shirt. Did I mention the t-shirt is tight? Oh yeah. Just like the jeans. And there’s that ass. Oh, how I’ve missed you.

Shit. He caught me ogling him. Maybe ‘cause I had to peek around him to see that tight little ass? So obvious. I feel my cheeks heat up but decide not to even defend myself. Go for diversion instead. I snatch the coat he is holding out and wrap it around me. Naturally, it is too big, but oh good god, it smells like him. And now he has seen me sniff the coat. This is not going well. Or just maybe it is going very well.

“All right, Slayer?” Yum, he’s looking at down at me and I just want get up on my tippy toes and give the tip of his nose a lick. Just a little one. Couldn’t hurt, could it? Oh, he’s talkin’ to me again.

“Yup. Fine, fine.” Good god, he IS fine. I smile and nod as Spike continues to look at me.

“Sure about getting on the bike? You look a little...wobbly.” He cocks his head at me.

I grin at him, his concern giving me a warm, fuzzy right in my belly. Hmm, and a little lower. Yum. “Nope, I’m okay. Let’s head for the bike.” He starts laughing. Why is he laughing? Ooh, there’s that low down warmth again. Sexy damn laugh.

“Yeah. Y’know, Slayer...you’re quite cute when you are tipsy. We’re here.” Huh? Where? “The bike?”

Oh.

Huh. We’re standing right next to it. When did we walk over here? Must have been when I was thinking about jumpin’ him. Verrrry distracting. Hey, he called me cute!

“Right. I knew that. Just testing you. Can’t have you driving me around if you’re all...” I wave my hand at him vaguely. “...y’know, drunk.”

He chuckles. Hoo, he has got to stop doing that or I’m going to need to sit down. On him. Damn, my thoughts are dirty. “Buffy. Luv. Takes quite a bit more for me to be drunk. ‘s a vampire thing, I guess.”

“Oh, well. Good. Test over. Let’s go, then?” I squeeze his arm and let go. An idea occurs to me. “Ooh! Can I drive?”

“You?”

“Yeah, me. I’ve always wanted to do it.”

“Yeah?” I nod vigorously as he smirks at me. “Sorry, luv, no can do.”

I push my bottom lip out about as far as I can without hurting myself. “Why not?”

“Slayer, you’re in no condition.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m in great condition!” I’m the Chosen one, I don’t even have to work out. Much.

“Well, yes. Your condition is...” Oh, eyes. Eyes looking me right up and down. “...perfect, but you misunderstand.” I pout a little harder. “You’re too drunk. ‘s not safe.”

Right. Guess he has a point there. suresure I should be walking unsupervised, much less driving. I won’t mention that I can’t drive even when I’m sober. Not relevant. Nope.

My face falls as I realize he is right. He frowns. Glances from the bike to me and back again. What’s he thinkin’? He pauses. I think he is trying real hard to pick words ‘cause he’s rarely quiet for this long.

“’course, you could...ride in front. It’s kinda like driving.” Spike seems to be avoiding eye contact with me. Wonder why? He’s got that nervous, but sexy vibe. Of course, he’s always got the sexy vibe. All moods Spike. Hungry...and sexy. Sleepy...and sexy. Angry...and sexy. Sex-EEE.

OH! I get it. “You mean, I could be in the front?”

Spike shakes his head, smiling to himself, and turns to the bike. “Yeah.” Is that what he said the first time? Anyway. Cool! Forgetting that I am all ouch-y from my big demon bout, I scre one onto the bike, clutching the handlebars and dropping down entirely too hard on my recently banged butt. “Ouch!”

A note of real worry in his voice, “What’s wrong, Slayer?” He grabs my waist to steady me as I teeter on the seat. I look at him and again, I’m wanting to lick him. Naughty, bad Buffy.

“M’okay. My butt hurts.” How embarrassing. Especially embarrassing that I said that right out loud.

“Your bum? Ah, from hitting the pavement, eh?” His eyes just get all twinkly when he is fully amused by me. It’s cute. “Probably gonna have a bruise down there, pet.”

Wanna check? Wow, the filter worked. I did not actually say that bit out loud. I’m so proud of myself. No invitation to Spike to inspect my rear end. Excellent willpower.

Distracted from thoughts of my sore butt, I focus on how cool this feels. Straddling the bike, hands on the handlebars. Is that right? I don’t know the lingo. I pretend rev them, making vroom vroom sounds. I hear chuckling and I glance at him He’s standing next to the bike, hands on hips and fighting back more laughter. I grin widely. This rocks.

“You gonna stand there all night or what? Get on!” I scooch forward, glancing behind to see if I left enough room. Glancing back up at Spike, I notice he has stopped laughing and is now looking at me. Hard. I gulp and turn back to face front. I feel my face flush, my heart go right into my throat.t fat fair. Not fair that one stupid piercing glance turns me to jelly.

Just wh am am about to turn and make sure he is still there, I feel him. Oooh. That’s nice. Very very nice. ‘Cause he is cloooooose. He slides down into the space behind me almost silently. Well, kind of the space behind me. Almost the space I’m in, really. Said he was close. I feel him all the way down my back. If I ever had any doubt as to why girls like guys on bikes, that doubt is as far gone as my self-control.

He doesn’t speak as he settles down behind me. I can feel every inch of him. It should be illegal for a man...a vampire...to have a bod like this. Tight and hard, but not too much so. And lickable. I think I mentioned that. A few times. His arms come around me to grasp the bar thingies. Good god. What was I thinking getting in this position? We could not be any closer. He doesn’t say a word, just stands up a bit and starts the bike with one big kick.

Mmm. Remembering that I like this whole vibrating thing. Power between the legs. Yah. When Spike settles back onto the bike, his mouth comes down near my ear.

So quiet I can barely hear him over the engine. “Hold on tight, Slayer.” Yeah. Tight. Whoa! Holding on!

He revs the engine and we zip down the street, kinda fast. It’s all I can do to keep my hands on the bars. Suddenly, being this close to him seems kinda dangerous. Can feel his muscles all ripply behind me. I have this urge to turn around and rip. Tear that shirt clean off him. Slayer strength would make it a bit too easy to have him naked. Very naughty.

Settle down, Buffy. Or go nuts.

Whatever.

I feel the cool air rush through my hair and it brings me out of my drunken haze...tipsy haze...for a minute. I want him. Real real bad. I also want to ride like this. Like being in front, feeling the wind. It’s too delicious to feel that rush. I want it and him, too. Buffy want.

“Spike.” I speak, and he leans forward, putting his ear down closer. So, it’s really totally his fault that my lips brush his earlobe. ‘Cause he moved his head, see. And ‘cause I had my mouth really really close to his ear. Either way, it’s nice. And y’know, I noticed his lickableness before. So, I took a little lick while I was there. Um, just because...because...well, because. So, yeah, he jumped a bit more, but kept the bike steady. Once I coax my tongue back in my mouth, I finish what I was going to say.

“Take me somewhere. Anywhere.”

It’s a damn good thing I was holding onto him tight ‘cause that bike nearly went down right there. I could have bounced right off it when he veered. We screech to a stop right in the middle of the street. Spike turns me as much as he can without getting off the bike and looks dead at me.

So so lickable.

“Slayer...Buffy. What are you playing at?”

I push out my lip a bit. “Not playing. Wanna ride.” I let my mouth slide into a smirk and look up at him through my lashes.

“Ride?”

You. You...and you know it. Or do you? Either way, yeah. You. But for now, the bike. My smile widens and I see him actually turn slightly paler. Didn’t know he could do that. “Y’know, the bike. Can we ride more?” I wink.

Whee! Spike guns the engine, spinning out down Main Street. I sigh, leaning back against him. This feels amazing. I turn my head towards him a bit as we reach the outskirts of town. “Is it okay if I let go?”

“Yeah.” That voice. So low and rumbly. Gives me thoughts. I let my hands come off the handlebars, but don’t let go. I slide them up the outside of his bare arms. So much better without his coat in the way. Skin so smooth. My head lolls against his shoulder as we leave the town limits. I could live and die like this. So free. So safe. Mmm...

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I am going to fuckin’ wreck this bike. Any second. Slayer...Buffy is driving me nuts. Hot little body pressed against mine. Silky blonde hair blowing against my cheek. Scent tickling my nose, sweet and ripe. And now the hands. Hands running up my arms, turning ‘em to jelly. And god, I’m just losing the ability to think straight with her warmth rushing into me. Focus on not wrecking. Do not wreck the bike. Do not...oh Jesus, she just licked my neck. Do not wreck the bike...

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He is so very, very lickable.