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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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16
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9,176
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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Angel looked up at Buffy as she hurried back to her seat, and fell back into his conversation with his boss.
“Sorry I was gone so long. Long line. Huge.” She smiled into her glass of water. *Something was fucking huge.*
“Well Buffy dear, we’re ready to call it a night. I have a brunch with the Junior League first thing. You know, I was telling your lovely husband that you should join us in the League. We find that being in the service of others is its own reward.” Cookie looked hopefully at her.
“Oh, thank you for the offer, and I completely agree that there’s nothing like giving, but I have a lot of chores around the house tomorrow, don’t I honey?”
Angel was grinding his teeth.
“Alright. If you feel like tagging along some time, give me a call. Give you a chance to meet some people. Bye bye!”
Angel shook Geoffrey’s hand, then he guided Buffy by the elbow to the top of the stairs.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You know how important these people are to me and you could barely speak wthemthem. Cookie thinks it’s a good idea for you to get involved in certain circles. Would it have killed you to go with her tomorrow? It’s not like you have anything to do. And don’t even get me started on how you look.”
“What is wrong with how I look?”
“You look like a cheap slut. I was ashamed to be see with you in that whore’s dress.”
“Mother fucker. YOU bought me this dress. Two years ago. I haven’t had a chance to wear it in two years because you never take me out! I didn't know I had to play Miss Pretty Princess for your boss!”
“Keep your voice down. Just go downstairs, get a cab, and go home. And put something decent on. I’mng bng back to the office to finish some work. I’ll be home late.” He turned and headed down the stairs, gave the valet his ticket, and drove off.
Buffy stayed there, holding on to the railing, catching her breath, willing the tears not to fall. The bus boys tried to not make eye contact with the pretty woman crying, she was obviously looking for some lanclance of dignity.
She put her shoulders back, slapped a smile on her face and went down to the cab stand. The valet opened her door, she slid in, and felt someone slide in next to her. She looked up and saw Spike shutting the door and putting and arm around her shoulder.
“So, want me to take the bastard out? Or shall we just go back to my place and shag ourselves raw?”
She laughed and he replied, “Both? Both it is then. Driver, take us to Main and 9th, and take your time.”
He leaned back into the corner, pulled her into the protection of his arms and asked, “what the bloody hell are you doing with that arrogant git?”
“Oh my god,” she wailed into her hands, “please tell me you didn’t see that a minute ago.”
“Did he actually yell at you about your dress? Fuckin’ pouf. Any man that gets pissed off about a beauty like you looking like you do has got to be a friend of Dorothy. Doesn’t deserve you.”
His hand over her shoulder began tracing the outline of her collar bone. She sighed and leaned back into him, closing her eyes. *This is so easy. Why can’t it be like this with Angel? Do I even want this from him anymore*
He laced the fingers of his free hand with hers and brought it to his lips. “Why would you let someone treat you that way? Don’t you know you are worth more? If you were mine...”
She thrilled at that idea. Being with Spike - always. Not hiding and sneaking about. Granted, it made the sex hotter to have it on the sly, but she felt that she was on pins and needles, afraid of the fight that would ensue if Angel ever found out.
She turned and leaned in to him, pressing her body into his, slipping between his legs, feeling his hard lines under his clothes. She caught his mouth with hers and poured all of her humiliation and anger into him. She gripped his hair in her hands and pulled his head back, opening his mouth further.
*God, she should get humiliated more often. She’s like a fucking animal.*
She slid a knee over his lap, straddling him. Rocking slowly back and forth, she let him know in no uncertain terms that she intended to finish where they left off.
*Cough* “Uh, buddy, you want me to drive around the block a few times, or what?”
Buffy slid off his lap and hid her face in his neck, trying to hide her laughter and her red face. Spike looked out the window and said, “stop here’s fine.” He threw several folded bills towards the cabbie and took Buffy’s hand to help her out.
“It’s half a block back to my loft. Mind walking in those shoes?”
She tried to control her laughter. He looked so concerned for her but his hair was standing up at crazy angles, and her lipstick was smeared all over his face. And what looked like a promising hard on...
“Whasso funny?”
She pressed herself close to his body, reached up to cup his face in her hand, and wiped her lipstick off his face with her thumb, then kissed one corner of his mouth, then the other. “Actually, I can’t think of a single thing that’s funny. Take me to bed?”
With a bit of a growl, he swept her up into his arms, walked quickly past the storefront they were walking in front of, then into his building.
“So you own this place, right? Anyone else living here now?”
“Nope, jlonelonely ol’ me.”
She grinned wickedly at him as they stepped into the elevator. “So no one is going to catch us doing this?”
He felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants. She sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth. “Puss eh buhuh.”
“What? Didn’t your mummy ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?”
She reached up with one hand and pushed the number 4. As the car began to rise, Spike could feel her rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue, with extra focus on the groove at the tip. She put one hand on his balls and held them lightly, fingers tickling the sensitive flesh behind them. She relaxed her muscles and sucked him deep into the back of her throat, her hand assisting by pumping his cock. Sometimes she licked him from the tip and down to where his curls lay.
He held on to her shoulders lightly and began softly rocking his hips towards her. As he began to speed up and use more force, she relaxed her mouth and let him drive into her mouth. She used more pressure with her fingers behind his balls, and let one finger slide up and into him.
“God, fuck that’s it, love. Oh - God, I can’t stop.” When she didn’t pull away, he took that as assent for coming in her mouth. She felt his release and waited for him to finish before she swallowed.
“Oh my fucking god, woman, I am never letting you go.”
He offered her his hand and he helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you inside and get those shoes off your lovely feet.”
She sat down on his leather sofa and he took each of her feet in his hands and removed her strappy high heels. He placed a kiss on each ankle, on the tops, then drew a finger underneath the soles, getting a high pitched squeal out of her. He flashed a toothy grin at her, then went in search of a drink for the two of them.
Home? What home? I don’t need no stinkin’ home, Buffy thought. Spike walked in with a drink for her, sat at the opposite end of the couch and took a foot into his lap, rubbing with the ball of his thumb into her arch.
She moaned and leaned back into the arm of the couch and forgot entirely about her husband, their argument, and any bad feelings she may have carried over from the third grade, potty training, her name...
~~~~~~~~~
Poor Buffy! Yay Spike! Hope Angel doesn't find out.... Mu ah ah ah.
Angel looked up at Buffy as she hurried back to her seat, and fell back into his conversation with his boss.
“Sorry I was gone so long. Long line. Huge.” She smiled into her glass of water. *Something was fucking huge.*
“Well Buffy dear, we’re ready to call it a night. I have a brunch with the Junior League first thing. You know, I was telling your lovely husband that you should join us in the League. We find that being in the service of others is its own reward.” Cookie looked hopefully at her.
“Oh, thank you for the offer, and I completely agree that there’s nothing like giving, but I have a lot of chores around the house tomorrow, don’t I honey?”
Angel was grinding his teeth.
“Alright. If you feel like tagging along some time, give me a call. Give you a chance to meet some people. Bye bye!”
Angel shook Geoffrey’s hand, then he guided Buffy by the elbow to the top of the stairs.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You know how important these people are to me and you could barely speak wthemthem. Cookie thinks it’s a good idea for you to get involved in certain circles. Would it have killed you to go with her tomorrow? It’s not like you have anything to do. And don’t even get me started on how you look.”
“What is wrong with how I look?”
“You look like a cheap slut. I was ashamed to be see with you in that whore’s dress.”
“Mother fucker. YOU bought me this dress. Two years ago. I haven’t had a chance to wear it in two years because you never take me out! I didn't know I had to play Miss Pretty Princess for your boss!”
“Keep your voice down. Just go downstairs, get a cab, and go home. And put something decent on. I’mng bng back to the office to finish some work. I’ll be home late.” He turned and headed down the stairs, gave the valet his ticket, and drove off.
Buffy stayed there, holding on to the railing, catching her breath, willing the tears not to fall. The bus boys tried to not make eye contact with the pretty woman crying, she was obviously looking for some lanclance of dignity.
She put her shoulders back, slapped a smile on her face and went down to the cab stand. The valet opened her door, she slid in, and felt someone slide in next to her. She looked up and saw Spike shutting the door and putting and arm around her shoulder.
“So, want me to take the bastard out? Or shall we just go back to my place and shag ourselves raw?”
She laughed and he replied, “Both? Both it is then. Driver, take us to Main and 9th, and take your time.”
He leaned back into the corner, pulled her into the protection of his arms and asked, “what the bloody hell are you doing with that arrogant git?”
“Oh my god,” she wailed into her hands, “please tell me you didn’t see that a minute ago.”
“Did he actually yell at you about your dress? Fuckin’ pouf. Any man that gets pissed off about a beauty like you looking like you do has got to be a friend of Dorothy. Doesn’t deserve you.”
His hand over her shoulder began tracing the outline of her collar bone. She sighed and leaned back into him, closing her eyes. *This is so easy. Why can’t it be like this with Angel? Do I even want this from him anymore*
He laced the fingers of his free hand with hers and brought it to his lips. “Why would you let someone treat you that way? Don’t you know you are worth more? If you were mine...”
She thrilled at that idea. Being with Spike - always. Not hiding and sneaking about. Granted, it made the sex hotter to have it on the sly, but she felt that she was on pins and needles, afraid of the fight that would ensue if Angel ever found out.
She turned and leaned in to him, pressing her body into his, slipping between his legs, feeling his hard lines under his clothes. She caught his mouth with hers and poured all of her humiliation and anger into him. She gripped his hair in her hands and pulled his head back, opening his mouth further.
*God, she should get humiliated more often. She’s like a fucking animal.*
She slid a knee over his lap, straddling him. Rocking slowly back and forth, she let him know in no uncertain terms that she intended to finish where they left off.
*Cough* “Uh, buddy, you want me to drive around the block a few times, or what?”
Buffy slid off his lap and hid her face in his neck, trying to hide her laughter and her red face. Spike looked out the window and said, “stop here’s fine.” He threw several folded bills towards the cabbie and took Buffy’s hand to help her out.
“It’s half a block back to my loft. Mind walking in those shoes?”
She tried to control her laughter. He looked so concerned for her but his hair was standing up at crazy angles, and her lipstick was smeared all over his face. And what looked like a promising hard on...
“Whasso funny?”
She pressed herself close to his body, reached up to cup his face in her hand, and wiped her lipstick off his face with her thumb, then kissed one corner of his mouth, then the other. “Actually, I can’t think of a single thing that’s funny. Take me to bed?”
With a bit of a growl, he swept her up into his arms, walked quickly past the storefront they were walking in front of, then into his building.
“So you own this place, right? Anyone else living here now?”
“Nope, jlonelonely ol’ me.”
She grinned wickedly at him as they stepped into the elevator. “So no one is going to catch us doing this?”
He felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants. She sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth. “Puss eh buhuh.”
“What? Didn’t your mummy ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?”
She reached up with one hand and pushed the number 4. As the car began to rise, Spike could feel her rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue, with extra focus on the groove at the tip. She put one hand on his balls and held them lightly, fingers tickling the sensitive flesh behind them. She relaxed her muscles and sucked him deep into the back of her throat, her hand assisting by pumping his cock. Sometimes she licked him from the tip and down to where his curls lay.
He held on to her shoulders lightly and began softly rocking his hips towards her. As he began to speed up and use more force, she relaxed her mouth and let him drive into her mouth. She used more pressure with her fingers behind his balls, and let one finger slide up and into him.
“God, fuck that’s it, love. Oh - God, I can’t stop.” When she didn’t pull away, he took that as assent for coming in her mouth. She felt his release and waited for him to finish before she swallowed.
“Oh my fucking god, woman, I am never letting you go.”
He offered her his hand and he helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you inside and get those shoes off your lovely feet.”
She sat down on his leather sofa and he took each of her feet in his hands and removed her strappy high heels. He placed a kiss on each ankle, on the tops, then drew a finger underneath the soles, getting a high pitched squeal out of her. He flashed a toothy grin at her, then went in search of a drink for the two of them.
Home? What home? I don’t need no stinkin’ home, Buffy thought. Spike walked in with a drink for her, sat at the opposite end of the couch and took a foot into his lap, rubbing with the ball of his thumb into her arch.
She moaned and leaned back into the arm of the couch and forgot entirely about her husband, their argument, and any bad feelings she may have carried over from the third grade, potty training, her name...
~~~~~~~~~
Poor Buffy! Yay Spike! Hope Angel doesn't find out.... Mu ah ah ah.