Fueled Enchantment

Chapter Eight



"I want to taste you," Spike whispered, his eyes glinting in the gentle light. Her mouth made a
silent oh, and he took it for consent. He slid down her body licking her nipples and the scar he'd
covered in lover's bites on the way.


He pushed her uninjured leg up over his shoulder. "Comfy?" She smiled and nodded, adjusting her
injured leg.


His tongue, still nearly as hot as the bath water, made long slow licks along her outer lips.Then his
fingers found her, spread her lips, and his tongue zeroed in on her center where slick moisture was
pooled, ambrosia for him to taste, to plunge into and massage. Then he licked, firm and hard, up
to her clit.


She jumped.


He did it again, and she moaned. On the third lick she began moving her hips in a figure eight,
grinding against him. He slid one hand under her, his big hand pressing her soft firm bottom until
she was tight against him, while his other hand slid two fingers inside.


Her hands clutched his hair and she said his name on a moan, and he knew this was as close to
heaven as he would ever get...until she came, her leg convulsing around him, crying his name.

His own body jerked in reaction and he nearly came on the sheets.


While he slumped against her, trying to compose himself, Buffy came out of the waves of
pleasure, feeling whole for the first time in forever. Then her strong slayer's hands were under his
arms and Spike found himself flat on his back, his head pillowed where hers had just been. Buffy
leaned over him with a mischievous grin, and then her mouth was on him.


He had thought he was in heaven before, but he'd been mistaken. This was heaven, her hot mouth
tugging at him, engulfing him, making him shake and jerk as her tongue rubbed and circled....


She began to pump up and down, and he knew he would never last. "Stop. Stop, Buffy. In you."
He could barely talk but he pulled at her and she glided up until she was astride him, kneeling on
her one good knee, the other stretched out straight, ready to mount him.


He flipped her, echoing her earlier move and grin. "You just relax, and let the Big Bad take care
of you, luv."


Then he was in her, so deep and thick that she didn't think she'd be able to move...and she found
out that they lined up beautifully, that they could kiss while he was inside her, still not moving.
Then he began sliding in and out, and either his mouth was on hers, or his brilliant eyes were
seeking her own.


Buffy began to move with him, and he thought he might dissolve with the pleasure of it. "Love
you so much." He had to say it, especially if it was only going to be this one time, and she just
pulled him tighter, and clutched at him with her strong inner muscles...


...and soon those inner moves changed and became convulsive and hard, and she cried his name,
and he came, so hard, so good. Better than he'd ever dreamed.


They cuddled under the covers, kissing and stroking each other, not speaking, but looking into
each other's eyes time after time.


Spike was the first to speak. "So, can we do that again?"


To Buffy he looked almost like a little boy wanting a return trip to the candy shop, his eyes wide
and innocent, his hair tousled into a mop of curls. Who knew an unsouled vampire could look
so...sweet? She had a sudden insight into why the married Buffy had decided to run away with her
Spike. And why the other Buffy was still single after all these years.


"I don't know," she smiled and tousled his hair even more. "Can we?"


"Any time," he said , rubbing his rock hard member against her and giving her a cocky smile.


Buffy blinked. "Oh my," she whispered, dra him him to her for a kiss.


The next day the household assembled in the living room for their daily meeting. Giles noticed
right away how the three teams were seated, each Buffy paired with a Spike, but he paid it no
mind. There were important things to discuss, with the arrival of the Queen imminent.


"Before you start, Watcher, I've got something to say." Giles looked up from his notes. Which
Spike?


"Change of plans, mate. She's not fighting the Queen." Unsouled Spike indicated the dark haired
girl at his side with a jerk of his head.


"What? Nonsense! Three flanks, one on the right, one on the left, one up the center.


"We can still have three flanks, but she's not going to be part of it. She doesn't have the speed.
No reason for her to take the risk. She can be in the back with you and the witches."


"But, but that's not what we've planned," Giles protested.


"Change your plans. It's not her time to die, or her fight. Besides, isn't Angel's crew supposed to
arrive sometime? Why can't they run one flank."


"He's right, Giles." The very blond Buffy spoke. "Why put her at risk when you don't need to.
She can man the distance weapons. She's a far better shot that you." All the Buffys and Spikes
nodded at that.


"Well, Angel and his crew will be here today, their flight was delayed, as you know. Why don't
we train later this evening and see how things work out? It's true she's an expert with the
weapons, and it would be good if I were free to..uh...supervise."


"Right, then. We done here for now?" Unsouled Spike bounced up. Giles nodded, and the
unsouled one helped the dark haired Slayer to her feet. They quickly disappeared.


The really blond Buffy and LA Spike departed, muttering something about running an errand in
town. The witches and Giles wandered off, leaving just the married couple.


Married Buffy looked at her husband, who had an amused expression on his face.


"Well, well well," he chuckled.


"What?"


"They've been having sex. And not too long ago, either."


"Who!"


'The other Spikes and Buffys."


"No! The dark haired Buffy and the unsouled one?"


"Yup. And the other two."


"No way! How can you be so sure?"


He grinned, evilly. "Can smell it, luv. Did you forget?"


"Gross, Spike." They headed for the stairs. "Does that mean those other Spikes can tell when
we-?"


"Sure."


"Oh, I am so cutting you off. No more sex until we leave here!"


"Yeah, right. That'll last about half a Who Who did the bone jumping this morning, hmm?"


"You are still evil."


"I know. It's one of my most attractive qualities."