Just A Fling

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Chapter 9 – Is There A Doctor In The House?

“Nothing wrong with admitting that, pet.” He cupped her face in his hand and brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I want you, too. Bad.”

But there it was --- something wrong. She was a slayer, and he was a vampire, she thought, and she wanted him so much that it hurt. But forget what was right or wrong. She wanted this. Spike’s enthusiasm and energy was contagious and, just like for him, the energy went straight to her sex drive. That must be her dark side again, which was fine. Laying her head on his chest, listening to a long dead heart beat, had made her hot. When wasn’t this vampire sparking a fire within her?

As these thoughts crossed her mind, she happened to glance at the spot next to them. Staring back at her was the cadaver, making her jump. “We’re next to a dead body.”

Spike wasn’t going to let something like a dead body kill his buzz. “So?” His smile was wicked. “And it may have laid right here.” He patted the table that was behind Buffy. Before she could completely turn to look, Spike swung her up into his arms and stood her up on the table. When Buffy started to protest, Spike put his finger to his lips in the universal symbol to be quiet. “Remember, Slayer. You came to me to explore the darker side of you. Well, pet, this lab fits the bill nicely.”

After taking another quick look around the lab, especially at the dead body, Buffy looked down at the vampire who was making fast work of the button and zipper of her pants. While he pulled them down and quickly kissed the triangle of hair at the apex of her legs, she made up her mind to indulge her dark side. But she still was a little surprised by how delicious the kinkiness of the place was. In fact, she laughed out loud when he gallantly spread out his coat over the table, picked her up again and sat her on the edge. He pulled her shoes and pants the rest of the way off, sending them both flying across the room, and then pulled both her shirt and jacket over her head. She was becoming as jazzed as he was by the time he laid her naked down on the table. Then the fun really began.

Spike was in danger of busting out of his zipper, he was so hard. He was happy to see that Buffy had no shyness in her gaze when she looked at him. “Luv, you are stunning.” And he meant it. She was a golden goddess. He had seen other slayers, other women, but Buffy…she surpassed them all. She wasn’t dark like Drusilla had been, but light, which he didn’t deserve, to tell the truth. But why let such a silly thing like right or wrong stop him now? But it wasn’t just her looks that he admired. What he admired about her lay under her gorgeous skin and showed itself in all sorts of ways. Her strength, her heart, loyalty to her friends, her ability to fight, and even her smart mouth. Wasn’t often he found someone that could trade quips with him as well as she did. Overall, he realized that he appreciated the woman that was Buffy Summers. At that thought, the demon in him rebelled. This was the Slayer. Fuck her, kill her or get the bloody hell away from her. Spike opted for using her sexy body that his hands were itching to touch. And he did. He placed his hand flat at the top of Buffy’s chest and drew it down slowly, feeling her skin with his open hand, crossed over her mound and then down her leg. Licking his lips, he repeated the process.

“Dr. William, I’m having this pain.” Spike started to protest her use of his given name, but she sounded so coquettish saying it that he let it slide. Ok, a playful, little slayer wanting to play at the kink could use his real name. Honestly, the way she was calling him William made this play-acting naughty in a more intimate way.

Nonetheless, surprised down to the tips of his Doc Martens, Spike cocked his scarred eyebrow. Role playing certainly wasn’t a sexual taste he thought Buffy had acquired. “Dear patient, where are you hurting?”

She laughed at the upper crust accent he affected, not knowing that it was his true one, and her eyes were wide and innocent. “I’m not sure.” She couldn’t believe she was doing this, playing doctor with a vampire in a lab. Too crazy, but she was, and from the desire she could see in his eyes, she was playing the game correctly.

“Not sure?” Now this could be even more interesting. “Well, missy, I will just have to examine your…body.” He moved up even with her head. “How about here?” He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth was already open, waiting and willing;, her tongue shot forward and met his while it was still in his mouth. He smiled against her lips. The kiss turned wild, hard, and demanding. The tide turned and his tongue searched hers, skimmed the inside of her cheeks and ran across first the inside then the outside of her teeth. Goose bumps raised on Buffy’s skin.

When Spike let up on Buffy so she could breathe, he purred into her ear. “Is that where it hurts?”

Buffy’s voice was breathy but still undeniably inviting. “No, not there.”

“Let’s try lower.” Spike’s hand drifted past her shoulder to cup her breast, immediately kneading, caressing, and restless on her flesh. “Anything, Miss Summers?”

“I’m…ah…not sure.” Buffy wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Spike rolled her nipple between his fingers and thumb, and enjoyed the sound of her moans. Encouraged, he pinched and pulled her hard nub. When he pulled up and the nipple popped from his grasp, a sharp, delicious shooting pain ran across her chest, and Buffy cried out in pleasure. “Oh, yeah.”

“Well, Ms. Summers?” His hand continued to massage her breast and roll her nipples.

Spike’s hand on her breast made it hard to talk. Buffy’s thoughts mixed with her strong sensations, jumbling her words. “I’m…ah…not sure…”

With an evil smile, Spike wasn’t ready to give up his quest. He fondled her breast then tweaked her nipple, harder this time.

Buffy’s voice now sounded choked. “Please Spike…I hurt so bad…Need you so bad.”

’Please?’ She was begging him.! She was admitting out loud that she needed him. The Slayer was begging a vampire to have sex with her. His desire for her shot through the roof and was rewarded when she arched her back into his hand and gave a “yes” when he pulled her nub. “Ms. Summers?”

“Ah…so good but,” she panted, “not there…ah…” Beads of sweat popped up all over her forehead.

“Lower?” Spike trailed his fingers down to her course curls.

“Yes…Oh, God, yes.” She couldn’t believe what was going on. She was in England, in a basement, next to a corpse, playing doctor with a vampire. That corpse part was definitely of the dark…and she loved Spike’s every move, his every touch on her body. All the rest was adding wicked spice to the experience. “More…Dr. William, search more.”

No problem there, Spike thought. He couldn’t stop touching her burning body if he tried. Her body drew him in, called to him. “Ms. Summers, I promise I will keep searching until I find what ails you.”

‘What ails me?’ Buffy groaned. What ailed her were the excruciatingly slow movements Spike was making on her body. If she wasn’t enjoying “playing doctor” so much, she would have stripped and mounted Spike in thirty seconds flat. “Dr…” Buffy’s voice sounded pained.

Spike smiled a sinful smile. “Playing doctor” was impromptu, and he was shocked she would initiate such a game. He seriously doubted that her past experiences included such sex games. But he had her now, had her nubile, sizzling body laid out in front of him, served up on a white, porcelain platter. The doctor was definitely in the house and about to be in her.

With such a treat in front of him, he was having a hard time going slow, but he would draw this waking wet dream out for a….A dream? Since when did having sex with the slayer become a dream for him? Since now, he realized. This gorgeous, responsive creature under his hands was a dream come true and that didn’t sit well with him. Spike decided to not think about the line between impersonal sex and some kind of attachment with the act. He was going to stay on the far, back side of the non-feelings part of the court. Instead, he focused all his attention back on Buffy’s body. How could he not? He was a male, Spike thought, and his male member was pointing the way. “Ah, naughty girl,” Spike ran his hand into her public hair, “you shave your bikini line.” Using his nails, Spike scratched the roots of her hair, almost tickling her.

Buffy giggled like the young girl as he had teasingly called her. Who would have thought something so simple as a soft scratch would be so erotic? She nearly jumped, though, when his hand cupped her mound with his middle finger lying down through her sex. She arched into his hand as his finger slid back and forth, causing a light friction.

Spike was mesmerized by the changing and shifting expressions across her face. He could see pleasure, delight, ecstasy, and wonder. What a shame that wonder was one of those expressions. She should have known this simple enjoyment and known it often before now. Because she was inexperienced, he was taking things slow. He meant to take it slow until she was more confident in their sex, but tonight she was acting pretty confident.

She looked up with pleading eyes, and his hand immediately responded by sliding down, and his finger entered her. He watched as her eyes squeezed shut, and she sucked in her breath.

His smile was wicked. “Ah, Ms. Summers, it looks like I have found the spot.”

She shifted her hips, enjoying the feel of his cool digit in her hot channel. “Yes, Dr…” Buffy’s voice came out choked. “A little more…aaahhh…”

Spike slid two fingers into her heat, effectively stopping her speech. He teased her clit with his thumb and ran his fingers inside her, enjoying her enthusiastic response. Her back arched up off the table. just
before she suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of his package, squeezing his shaft and balls. Her grip was to the point of painful, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He let out a heart felt moan.

What Spike was doing to her body was as electrifying as if he had shocked her instead of himself, and her system needed more jolts. Holding onto his rock hard erection, pulling him closer, she knew what she needed. “Now, Doctor, that you have the right place,” Buffy panted for a moment, “I need the cure.” Buffy looked up at him, never blinking. “And as good as your fingers feel inside of me…Spike, I need you now. NOW!”

He wanted to tease the slayer longer, continue drawing this experience out for both of them, but her hand and pleading eyes decided it. “I’ve got the cure that you need, luv.” She had called him Spike instead of doctor. She wanted him, not a make believe man. He was thrilled, but he didn’t want to think about how much that meant to him. Spike undid his belt and lowered his pants enough to set himself free. He stepped to the end of the table and pulled her towards him so that her ass was at the very end of the table. He stepped up between her legs. To cover his uneasiness with her intimate use of his name, Spike kept up the play. “Sorry, Ms. Summers, there are no stirrups available.” He moved her legs to rest on his shoulders.

Buffy loved their little game and easily fell back into it. “But, Doctor, I need the cure only you can give me,” Buffy purred. “Give it to me.”

Grasping himself, Spike rubbed the head of his member against her opening. “Ahhh, is it here?” That was when Buffy leaned up, grabbed Spike by his black t-shirt, and yanked him forward, driving him into her. Her smile was evil when he made a noise somewhere between a bark of laughter and a moan. She had what she so desperately wanted, his cool length buried deeply inside of her. She lay back on the table and prepared for the onslaught of pleasure that she had come to expect from Spike.

Holding onto her hips, Spike began to move. There was no slow going now. His need for this little slayer was too great after such foreplay. Buffy’s back arched every time he slid inside of her. His gaze fixated on her neck. As much as he wanted to sink his fangs into her jugular, he settled for biting her the insides of her calves with blunt teeth.

Spike was almost embarrassed how quickly his orgasm was building, but judging on the constriction of her channel, she was in the same shape. “Now for the cure, Ms. Summers.” He reached under her arched back and brought her up towards him. Buffy felt a delicious tingle down her spine when his face shifted into his demon visage. The possible danger only turned her on more. Holding her up by one hand on her back, he bent his head down and, with the other hand, he lifted her breast, biting her where his fangs sank in around her nipple. The first pull of her blood sent her simultaneously over the edge. Then he was slamming into her, spilling his seed deep inside of her. She could feel his shaft pulse, emptying itself in time with his swallows of her blood, causing her to peak again with him.

Still buried in her but retracting his fangs, Spike licked her wounds before he looked back up and rested his forehead on hers. Without breaking this contact, Buffy gave him a light kiss on the lips. “Thanks for the cure, doc.”

The tenderness in her voice warmed his insides. “Your welcome, Miss Summers.”

Buffy wasn’t sure about this tender moment. The first two times they had sex, she had left immediately. The time in the shower she left and went to her room. But this time seemed different. Neither of them seemed inclined to move away any time soon. So she decided to take advantage of the situation and give him another kiss, open mouthed this time, warm on cool lips, warm breath and tongue meeting cool. She realized that she was growing to love the temperature difference. It made it so that she could feel him more acutely.

She finally pulled back and looked into his azure eyes. “That was good.”

“Good?!” He was comically horrified.

Buffy thought he was adorable when he did that head tilt thing. God, he really was cute. “The doc, the in me, the bitey, and the kissage. All of the good.”

“’…Of the good.’” Spike nodded with a smile, but he still thought it was better than good. It had been bloody fantastic. Oh, what this girl did to him.

“I’ll have to invite you down to my basement when we get back to Sunnydale.” Oh my gosh, Buffy couldn’t believe what she had just said. She had practically invited him into her home to have sex, and she had implied a future for them. That second one was the most disturbing. Or was it? As she laid there with his cock still inside her, a future didn’t sound all that unimaginable.

Spike hadn’t missed her suggestion. The Slayer, in her own basement, under the Scoobies’ noses sounded like a delightful, forbidden pleasure. But no, something wasn’t right; he knew what it was and just didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to have to sneak around with this beautiful woman. The both deserved better, but he wasn’t about to let their deal slip between his fingers. Not now. He had no idea when he would ever have enough to want to stop.

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TBC

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