Buffy, Bad

Buffy, Bad

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Buffy was walking around the campus of U.C. Sunnydale aimlessly. Her classes were done for the day, she wouldn’t see Riley until late that night, and she was seriously lacking in the sleep department. Slayage was becoming seriously aggressive. She really didn’t want to go nap no matter how desperately she needed it. She was scared of what might happen if she slept…if she dreamt.



He had been haunting her mind for days. The more she tried to get away from the thoughts, the more he plagued her. He was like a leach, no- worse than a leach, he was like a…well…something more horrible than a leach, she thought to herself as she walked.



The last few weeks had been hell. She’d been tossing and turning, even woken up screaming a few times. They were worse than nightmares, they were reality. Her lips had really felt the pleasure of that soul-less thing!



She remembered how it felt, his hands caressing her body, his lips- cool and moist against her skin. The way her body responded to his slightest touch. She felt betrayed by her own form, she was restless and filled with anxiety. It was just so…ewwe!



She couldn’t even discuss it with Willow; I mean really, what would she think. Can’t speak of this ever! His tongue…his undead tongue, licking her, kissing her, whispering naughty things into her ear. It made her blood boil, it made her body shake, mostly it made her…wet.



Late at night, as she lie in her bed, tossing and turning- her body unable to relax- she would relive it over and over again. Now it was getting worse…now she was imagining things that hadn’t even happened. Her imagination was taking liberties, expanding on her memories and creating sick, sick fantasies.



Last night had been one of the worse though. She closed her eyes and remembered sitting in his lap, leaning up against him as she fed him from a mug. His hand was sliding up and down her back, pulling her into his body. She moved gently in his lap, trying to lean over and glance at something that was in his hand when she felt it…his body had responded to her as well, obvious by the hard bulge in his pants. At the time she wanted nothing more but to take him up to the room and do some exploring, but with Giles going blind… Thank goodness for that one, she thought now- as the dream replayed in her mind…



She was going to stand up and take the cup back to the kitchen, but Spike grabbed her and pulled her in even closer, his voice harsh and deep sending tingles down her thighs, "looks like you woke someone up." He grinned, taking the cup from her hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of him. Then, he grabbed her and rested it on the swell in his pants, encouraging her to feel it, to touch it, to play.



Buffy played shy at first, until he moved in to touch her- rubbing her most sensitive area through her pants. He lifted his hand, moving under her shirt, twisting her nipples, now hard, until she moaned in pleasure.



Buffy mounted him and began to writhe over him making as much contact as possible with her cloths on. She started to tug off the red shirt he was wearing that night and tossed it over the floor. She grabbed at his black t-shirt, lifting it over his head and revealing his chiseled body, hard and strong. He became impatient, ripping her blouse off and quickly grabbing one of her breast into his mouth, rolling over her nipple with his tongue as his other hand was on her waist, forcing her body back and forth over his now painful errection.



He lifted her and placed her on the floor, and kneeled to quickly remove his belt. Buffy pulled her pants off as she watched him free himself from his pants- her panties soaking through completely when she saw how big he was, how hard. He ripped her panties off of her completely and pushed the head of his dick up against her wet opening…he was teasing her. Rubbing it up and down as she continued to drip…she tried to force him in her, but he was having fun…waiting for her to beg for it. She arched her self closer but he wouldn’t comply…she was writing in pain…she couldn’t stand it any longer…"Please" she screamed, "Please"



And then she was awake. The ache in between her legs was unbearable. Her panties were wet and she was so desperate to cum that she couldn’t even get out of her bed. She looked over quietly to see Willow still sleeping in her bed. She had to do something, she couldn’t take the pain…so she did the only thing she could. She slipped her hand down into her aching, wet pussy and pushed in- one finger, two fingers, three…ahhh….finally relief. Then after the relief, the shame. This was over Spike…she’d masturbated in the name of Spike, she was walking around campus now, getting wet just thinking about…Spike….Ewwe!!!





Can’t think about this…have bigger fish to fry. Whatever that means. Good, think about something else. Are bigger fish really more important than smaller fish? They’re both…well…fishy.



"Fish?" Willow asked, breaking Buffy out of the daze she had been in as she quickly caught up with her best friend, who was obviously flustered.



"What?" Buffy asked. Wondering how much of her thoughts she had shared out loud unwittingly.



"You were saying something about fish? Is everything okay Buffy? You’ve seemed a little out of it lately."
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"No..I’m fine. Just tired I guess."



"So things with Riley have been…of the good lately? You’ve been spending a lot of time together."



"Yeah..it’s been…nice." Riley...ri




"That was the least convincing declaration of love I’ve ever heard. Are you sure everything is alright? You were moaning all night in your sleep, tossing and turning"



"I’m sure…beyond sure…I’m…the surest!" Buffy added nervously.



Willow smiled a little and rolled her eyes, "I’m sensing a ‘but’ heruot;uot;



"But…remember how I said I was totally over the bad boy thing? I’m just not use to someone so…normal."



Willow looked towards her friend with a bit of confusion and concern before responding; "He’s hardly normal Buffy, what with the demon capturing and all that."



"I know…it’s just that…he…takes vitamins…everyday, at the same time. Has a little alarm clock and everything! He’s like a cross between G.I. Joe and a boy scout! Like the perfect all-American boy…except with a little demon slayage on the side."



"Vitamins!" Willow answered, "He must be killed!"



"I know it sounds stupid Wil, it’s just…there’s got to be some bad in there somewhere, doesn’t there? No one is that nice."



"I don’t know Buffy, I think you’ve just got too much time on your hands."



"Yeah..I guess you’re right. I better get moving anyway."



"Where are you going? I was going to get some coffee if you want to come with…"



"No thanks…I think I’ll just walk around a few. I’m going to see Riley in a little bit, I just thought I’d enjoy having nothing to do for a little while."



"Okay, if you change your mind…"



"Thanks…bye."

Buffy waved and walked the other way. She needed to get this nastiness out of her system in a bad way. She went back to the dorm to shower and change, hoping that the cold water might clear her head.



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(Later that night)



Buffy was in Riley’s arms. His perfectly built all-American body wrapped tightly around her. His kisses were soft and gentle, perfectly sweet and loving. His caresses were tender too tender- no...just right. He lowered his lips to her neck, circling her the area with his tongue as he whispered words of love into her ear.



She closed her eyes, feeling his fingertips roam her body. Big mistake. Her eyes closed. Her body was yearning from Riley’s caresses, but all she could see was blond. Platinum blond at that.



As Riley’s lips found her mouth, her mind saw Spike doing the exploring.



Willow’s spell had only lasted a day, but the memory still lived on. His seduction, his bad boy smirk, it still replayed over and over. Now here she was with the man she loved and all she could envision was the one she loathed.



She tried to push Spike out of her mind. She despised him with a fiery passion. He had no place here, not during this moment. Riley whispered her name, "Buffy, are you okay?"



She opened her eyes to regain her focus on the man at hand. Looking into his eyes she repositioned herself above him. She caressed his face and smoothed back his hair with her hand, "I’m perfect," she answered, "I love you."



Riley readied him self to enter her body, pushing himself up against her gently, not to tease her, but so she could take him in without hurting her- yet…she thought back to her dream- Spike‘s dick teasing her, taunting her- and she felt that ache again. Reaching her arms up she tossed Riley down on his back and forced himself into her hard and fast. She was hungry for the release, she needed it. Every stroke was focused on one thing, freeing herself from the image of Spike. Her muscles ached and ed aed around Riley as he filled her utterly and completely. She tried to keep her eyes open, tried to look at him and make her body understand that it was him she wanted.



She was riding a wave of passion, and Riley was in heaven. He’d never known a lover so strong, so fierce. He’d never seen so much passion in Buffy’s eyes. She was hungry for him; he could see it in her face. It thrilled him beyond what he could have ever imagined.



Buffy repositioned herself above him, stroking his chest with her hands as she did so. Losing herself in the moment she began to rock her body in fervor, moving rhythmically to music only she could hear.



In a moment her eyes were closed and she saw him again. She could picture him beneath her, his tight muscular body tensed and flexed- hands guiding her hips over his cock, pushing her back and forth. Forcing her to move harder as he moved in deeper and deeper.



Riley was calling her name out, but she no longer heard his voice. She heard spike, taunting her- teasing her. She pictured him chained up in Giles’ bathtub- the look on his face when she tormented him. Him lusting over her exposed neck and looking at her like he might ravish her right there if he could. "You’re gonna get it, slayer."



With that, Buffy’s body exploded in a wave of passion, she could feel Riley beneath her, shuddering from his release. She opened her eyes to see his face smiling beneath her.



She moved off of him and lie down by his side. The smile on her face would not go away any time in the near future. "That was…amazing," Riley said, pulling her closer to him so that she lay on his chest."



The grin on her face was almost sinful. She stayed there, not moving, until her breathing slowed to a normal pace. When she closed her eyes, there he was again…sinister grin, bleach blond hair…all she could think was that this was bad…very, very, bad."