Bad, Bad Thing
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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4,876
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17
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On the Beach
Part 10: On the Beach
3:00. AM. Spike was not tired. He was wide awake, in fact. Next to him, Dru was sleeping deeply, snoring occasionally.
3:05. He could hear the sound of the waves crashing on the sand. Just twenty feet outside his door. The moonlight filtering through the blinds in a striped pattern lit the room up, and he could only imagine how bright it would be reflected off of the ocean.
3:10. He flipped on his stomach, turned onto his back, laid on his right side, then on his left. Faced Dru, faced the wall, counted the lines on the ceiling. Bored. It occurred to him that he could wake up Dru. This was, after all, their honeymoon. They were supposed to have wild sex at all hours of the night, right? Except she made it very clear that she was exhausted, and honestly, Spike didn’t blame her. Besides, it wasn’t her problem that he couldn’t sleep.
3:20. With a sigh of disgust, Spike quietly got out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. He found his cigs and a lighter, and broke out of the house into the clean, refreshing ocean air and dancing moonlight. Barefoot, he made his way carefully to the water edge, and danced with the tumbling waves as smoke swirled lazily around his head.
“Isn’t it a bit late to be playing in the ocean?”
Spike spun around so quickly that he almost lost his balance. “And what are you doing out at this late hour?”
The girl shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep. Noticed you earlier.”
“Yeah?”
“In the bar. Drinking a Long Island Ice Tea.”
“Got an eye for detail, huh?”
She shrugged, “Depends on the person.” She took a step closer, and Spike was able to get a better look at her. Attractive, but not really his type. His type was back in the cottage, sleeping off the past month of insanity.
“What were you drinking? A Fuzzy Navel?”
“I don’t drink.”
“Yeah?”
“It clouds my judgment.”
She took another step closer, and Spike caught her scent on the wind. Strawberries, salt, and something else, perhaps a perfume…but maybe not.
“I bet it does. So, what are you doing out here?”
“I’t s’t sleep.” Now she was bare inches away from him, certainly close enough to touch. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and licked the bottom of her lip, slowly. “Was thinking of you.”
“Is that a fact?”
“It is.”
“What if I said I couldn’t sleep bse Ise I was thinking of you?”
Buffy grabbed Spike’s head and pulled him down, as though she was going to whisper a secret intimacy in his ear. “You weren’t thinking of me tonight, but you will be tomorrow night.”
Spike responded instantly to her whispered promise, the warm breath of hair on his ear, her soft body pushed against him, and her obvious desire. He knew that it was moving out of the realm of harmless flirting, but he still stop it from becoming more. If he wanted.
“Walk with me.” And without thought or protest, he followed her down the beach. She lost clothing along the way. First her shoes, then her shirt, then the sarong she had wrapped around her hips. She moved without a trace of self-consciousness, her hips swaying enticingly, her skin shining like smooth cream. She didn’t look back at him once, she knew he would follow her. And he never hesitated.
She led him to a large beach towel, some yards away from his cottage. She looked at him with a clear challenge in her eyes, daring him to back down, turn around, walk away. By this time, she was wearing nothing but a black, string bikini that barely covered her, and left little to the imagination, the black fabric contrasting sharply against her skin.
Spike grabbed her upper-arms and jerked her hard, almost completely off of her feet. She fell against him, and he kissed her passionately. He called her bluff, and expected her to back down, but she surprised him by gripping his neck and kissing him back with a fierce intensity.
Spike away all of his inhibitions and fell into her, drinking her, breathing her, drowning in her. Power, passion, raw lust surged through him, like nothing he had ever felt before. He clawed at her back, raked his nails across her side, bit her tongue and her lip, and she didn’t protest or pull away. Instead, she clutched his hair tightly in her fist, giving as much pain as she was receiving.
They tumbled to the ground and missed the towel completely. Neither noticed as they rolled around, struggled for dominance. The water washed over them as they moved closer to the ocean, the cold water cooling their flushed skin.
Buffy flipped him onto his back and immediately unzipped his pants and pushed the wet denim down as far as she could. Spike reached up and untied her top, freeing her breasts into his face. He licked the saltwater off her nipples, and threw her head back, moaning. Spike looked up at her, entranced. She was absolutely, mind-numbingly stunning. She looked like an angel, cast out of heaven, a proud, glorious temptress.
Buffy moved with an untamed ferocity, there was something more than primal about the way she shook her body above his, the way she covered him with her lips, the way bit and nibbled and begged him for more. That’s why Spike had to have her, had to claim her for his own. She was a mystery, and she would be his.
With a growl, he turned over and drove her into the soft sand. He pounded into her as the waves pounded against his back. But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t fully take her. She fought him, and he was surprised by her strength. Somehow, she broke away from him, and stood up with fluid grace and bolted down the beach.
Buck naked and fancy free, Spike took after her, completely ignoring his own nudity and unconcerned with anybody else. Somebody could walk by them or peek out their window, and he didn’t care. Neither did she.
Spike caught her, and tackled her from behind. He spun around and cushioned her fall to the ground. She straddled him, and drove his hard cock up her pussy to the hilt. “Think you can take me?”
“I know it,” Spike grunted. He grasped her hips and forced her to hold still, then thrust up into her as hard as he could. She gasped and tried to move, but he wouldn’t let her. He thrust into her again, stretching her and forcing her open. Her wicked smile glinted in the moonlight as she threw her head back and let him take control completely.
Spike flipped them, until he was covering her body completely. He pulled out of her, and she whimpered in protest.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. e pue pushed his dick into her, but just slightly. Just enough to make her squirm. “Tell me.”
“I want you.”
“Beg me.”
She smiled again, and pushed him off of her, regaining the upper-hand. She rubbed her clit, then traced her finger across his lips. His tongue darted out and caught her finger, and he sucked it into his mouth. “You beg me.”
The taste of her in his mouth was almost enough to make him break and beg. He had never tasted anything so sweet in his life, and it made his cock jump and strain and beg for her silky heat. Before he could say anything though, she bolted down the beach again. Back towards where they met.
He followed her sweet ass, almost getting close enough to grab it twice. He probably wouldn’t have caught her, but she tripped and landed on her knees. He pushed her from behind onto her knees, and slid into her with one sure movement. Spike held her down as he drove into her. She couldn’t move and she didn’t fight, but she moved her hips with each of his thrusts.
Spike was so focused on fucking her that he didn’t notice he was outside his own cabin. The waves moved in and out, almost in time to Spike’s own movements. The matched the primal beat of the Earth, and it seemed like the whole world was centered on his cock and her cunt, and nothing else mattered.
The world shattered and fell around her first, and she howled, her head back, like she was baying to the moon. Her orgasm was too powerful, she couldn’t support herself on the soft sand anymore. Before she could collapse, Spike grabbed her and steadied her as he pumped her full of his come.
The both collapsed then, oblivious to the sharp sand, the water that rushed over them, and their own nakedness. Both of them gasping for breath and silent. There was nothing to say. It took Spike three times to stand up and stay standing, his legs were so shaky. She smiled at him, but she didn’t say goodbye as he walked away.
She was right though, he would be thinking about her tomorrow night. And every night for the rest of his life.
3:00. AM. Spike was not tired. He was wide awake, in fact. Next to him, Dru was sleeping deeply, snoring occasionally.
3:05. He could hear the sound of the waves crashing on the sand. Just twenty feet outside his door. The moonlight filtering through the blinds in a striped pattern lit the room up, and he could only imagine how bright it would be reflected off of the ocean.
3:10. He flipped on his stomach, turned onto his back, laid on his right side, then on his left. Faced Dru, faced the wall, counted the lines on the ceiling. Bored. It occurred to him that he could wake up Dru. This was, after all, their honeymoon. They were supposed to have wild sex at all hours of the night, right? Except she made it very clear that she was exhausted, and honestly, Spike didn’t blame her. Besides, it wasn’t her problem that he couldn’t sleep.
3:20. With a sigh of disgust, Spike quietly got out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. He found his cigs and a lighter, and broke out of the house into the clean, refreshing ocean air and dancing moonlight. Barefoot, he made his way carefully to the water edge, and danced with the tumbling waves as smoke swirled lazily around his head.
“Isn’t it a bit late to be playing in the ocean?”
Spike spun around so quickly that he almost lost his balance. “And what are you doing out at this late hour?”
The girl shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep. Noticed you earlier.”
“Yeah?”
“In the bar. Drinking a Long Island Ice Tea.”
“Got an eye for detail, huh?”
She shrugged, “Depends on the person.” She took a step closer, and Spike was able to get a better look at her. Attractive, but not really his type. His type was back in the cottage, sleeping off the past month of insanity.
“What were you drinking? A Fuzzy Navel?”
“I don’t drink.”
“Yeah?”
“It clouds my judgment.”
She took another step closer, and Spike caught her scent on the wind. Strawberries, salt, and something else, perhaps a perfume…but maybe not.
“I bet it does. So, what are you doing out here?”
“I’t s’t sleep.” Now she was bare inches away from him, certainly close enough to touch. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and licked the bottom of her lip, slowly. “Was thinking of you.”
“Is that a fact?”
“It is.”
“What if I said I couldn’t sleep bse Ise I was thinking of you?”
Buffy grabbed Spike’s head and pulled him down, as though she was going to whisper a secret intimacy in his ear. “You weren’t thinking of me tonight, but you will be tomorrow night.”
Spike responded instantly to her whispered promise, the warm breath of hair on his ear, her soft body pushed against him, and her obvious desire. He knew that it was moving out of the realm of harmless flirting, but he still stop it from becoming more. If he wanted.
“Walk with me.” And without thought or protest, he followed her down the beach. She lost clothing along the way. First her shoes, then her shirt, then the sarong she had wrapped around her hips. She moved without a trace of self-consciousness, her hips swaying enticingly, her skin shining like smooth cream. She didn’t look back at him once, she knew he would follow her. And he never hesitated.
She led him to a large beach towel, some yards away from his cottage. She looked at him with a clear challenge in her eyes, daring him to back down, turn around, walk away. By this time, she was wearing nothing but a black, string bikini that barely covered her, and left little to the imagination, the black fabric contrasting sharply against her skin.
Spike grabbed her upper-arms and jerked her hard, almost completely off of her feet. She fell against him, and he kissed her passionately. He called her bluff, and expected her to back down, but she surprised him by gripping his neck and kissing him back with a fierce intensity.
Spike away all of his inhibitions and fell into her, drinking her, breathing her, drowning in her. Power, passion, raw lust surged through him, like nothing he had ever felt before. He clawed at her back, raked his nails across her side, bit her tongue and her lip, and she didn’t protest or pull away. Instead, she clutched his hair tightly in her fist, giving as much pain as she was receiving.
They tumbled to the ground and missed the towel completely. Neither noticed as they rolled around, struggled for dominance. The water washed over them as they moved closer to the ocean, the cold water cooling their flushed skin.
Buffy flipped him onto his back and immediately unzipped his pants and pushed the wet denim down as far as she could. Spike reached up and untied her top, freeing her breasts into his face. He licked the saltwater off her nipples, and threw her head back, moaning. Spike looked up at her, entranced. She was absolutely, mind-numbingly stunning. She looked like an angel, cast out of heaven, a proud, glorious temptress.
Buffy moved with an untamed ferocity, there was something more than primal about the way she shook her body above his, the way she covered him with her lips, the way bit and nibbled and begged him for more. That’s why Spike had to have her, had to claim her for his own. She was a mystery, and she would be his.
With a growl, he turned over and drove her into the soft sand. He pounded into her as the waves pounded against his back. But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t fully take her. She fought him, and he was surprised by her strength. Somehow, she broke away from him, and stood up with fluid grace and bolted down the beach.
Buck naked and fancy free, Spike took after her, completely ignoring his own nudity and unconcerned with anybody else. Somebody could walk by them or peek out their window, and he didn’t care. Neither did she.
Spike caught her, and tackled her from behind. He spun around and cushioned her fall to the ground. She straddled him, and drove his hard cock up her pussy to the hilt. “Think you can take me?”
“I know it,” Spike grunted. He grasped her hips and forced her to hold still, then thrust up into her as hard as he could. She gasped and tried to move, but he wouldn’t let her. He thrust into her again, stretching her and forcing her open. Her wicked smile glinted in the moonlight as she threw her head back and let him take control completely.
Spike flipped them, until he was covering her body completely. He pulled out of her, and she whimpered in protest.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. e pue pushed his dick into her, but just slightly. Just enough to make her squirm. “Tell me.”
“I want you.”
“Beg me.”
She smiled again, and pushed him off of her, regaining the upper-hand. She rubbed her clit, then traced her finger across his lips. His tongue darted out and caught her finger, and he sucked it into his mouth. “You beg me.”
The taste of her in his mouth was almost enough to make him break and beg. He had never tasted anything so sweet in his life, and it made his cock jump and strain and beg for her silky heat. Before he could say anything though, she bolted down the beach again. Back towards where they met.
He followed her sweet ass, almost getting close enough to grab it twice. He probably wouldn’t have caught her, but she tripped and landed on her knees. He pushed her from behind onto her knees, and slid into her with one sure movement. Spike held her down as he drove into her. She couldn’t move and she didn’t fight, but she moved her hips with each of his thrusts.
Spike was so focused on fucking her that he didn’t notice he was outside his own cabin. The waves moved in and out, almost in time to Spike’s own movements. The matched the primal beat of the Earth, and it seemed like the whole world was centered on his cock and her cunt, and nothing else mattered.
The world shattered and fell around her first, and she howled, her head back, like she was baying to the moon. Her orgasm was too powerful, she couldn’t support herself on the soft sand anymore. Before she could collapse, Spike grabbed her and steadied her as he pumped her full of his come.
The both collapsed then, oblivious to the sharp sand, the water that rushed over them, and their own nakedness. Both of them gasping for breath and silent. There was nothing to say. It took Spike three times to stand up and stay standing, his legs were so shaky. She smiled at him, but she didn’t say goodbye as he walked away.
She was right though, he would be thinking about her tomorrow night. And every night for the rest of his life.