After Patrol

After Patrol


By PassionFish


A/N...its just a bit of fun!



Buffy practically fell through her bedroom window, even with Spike's help, pulling him down with her. Both had just fought two very strong and very slimy Jenaar demons that had taken nearly thirty minutes to kill. Buffy had a nasty looking bruise forming on her head and a large slash in her side from where one of their talons had ripped through her black silk shirt, leaving her clad in a wisp of silk and a lacy black bra. Spike was unfortunately too injured himself to enjoy the view. He had a deep gash in his right arm and on the back of his leg. Having forgone the leather duster that particularly hot night in an attempt to blend in more was obviously a wise decision as his black tee-shirt fell from his body when he moved the Slayer to her bed as carefully as possible. His red shirt having been ripped off when they had rather clumsily scaled the tree outside her bedroom.

Buffy unceremoniously removed her skirt, which was half hanging off her body anyway and allowed Spike to help her to the bed clad only in her black underwear and bra. Her shirt having also been lost as they climbed up the tree - damn branches! Spike used the arm that wasn't around the Slayer to pull back her covers on her bed. He placed her as carefully as his injuries would allow on the bed, and then turned to go, but Buffy's tired but authoritative voice stopped him, "Shut the curtains and come back here."
Spike sighed but complied - he was totally whipped. "What Slayer?"
Buffy reached out, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulled him on to the bed next to her. "Sleep here." She murmured, curling up to him. Spike's eyes bugged at the request, his arms automatically wrapping themselves around her.
“What, why?”
“I want you to make sure I’m not dead by the morning.” Well, it was an excuse.
"Don't stake me in the morning." He said quietly, carefully curling his half-naked body around the Slayer's barely clothed one, pulling her back into his chest.
"I won't." She whispered. She wanted him there for two reasons; firstly she wanted to make sure he was okay and that his injuries weren't too fatal. But mainly she wanted to be held and he didn't seem to mind holding her. She knew he was probably thinking of Dru as he did and whilst that hurt her she figured at least she could pretend he was thinking of her. Her pretence firmly in mind, she fell asleep, a small smile on her face.

Spike heard her breathing change to that of sleep and he relaxed more around her. He knew she was probably thinking of Angel holding her and whilst that hurt him he figured at least he could pretend she was thinking of him. As a contented sigh escaped her lips, Spike began to play out his pretence in his mind until he followed her into a half-sleep due to the pain.


Buffy's Dream

The Slayer moaned as cool hands moved sensually over her body and she wriggled back into the hard body behind her. At the deep growl that filled the room from her actions another flood of arousal rushed her body. Buffy gasped as a pale hand removed her bra expertly while the other pushed her underwear down to her ankles. Whilst one hand fondled her breast she shivered in anticipation, the other gently glided up her thigh, caressing her hip. Buffy moaned loudly and turned around, pressing her lips to Spike's. She smiled inwardly; she loved having dreams about him.



Spike' s Dream

Spike allowed his hands to run freely over the Slayer's warm body, teasing the sensitive skin under her breast and skimming her sex through her panties. Spike smiled as she rubbed back against him, growling deep in his chest. He moved his hand from her breast to undo her bra, letting it fall from her body. The vampire pushed her underwear down; using his jean clad legs to help him pull them from her ankles. As one hand caressed up the soft, warm skin of her upper leg his other hand moved to play with her breasts, gently tweaking the erect nipples, causing the Slayer to shiver in desire. He smiled as she moaned loudly and turned around, kissing him gently. He loved having dreams about her.


Unknowingly the Slayer and vampire's dream world meshed with reality, the pain from their injuries - whilst forgotten in this moment of lust - keeping them half-awake.

Buffy hooked her leg over Spike's, pulling his hips into hers as he deepened the kiss. As their tongues battled Buffy moved her hands lower, attacking Spike's belt. She quickly removed it from its restraints; undoing the catches on his jeans she thrust her hand inside, finding him rock hard. Spike made a noise that was a mix between a groan and a growl, pushing her back on the bed. He kissed down her body, swirling his tongue in the hollow if her throat before suckling at her breasts, tugging gently at the nipples with his blunt teeth. He kissed and licked his way down her body before resting between her thighs. He parted her legs, teasing her clitoris with teeth and tongue as he thrust first one then two fingers deep inside her. Buffy screamed his name as she came and Spike bit down carefully on her thigh. Spike moaned as the hot, powerful blood flowed into his mouth. Forcing his teeth out of her he divested of his jeans, thrusting his pulsating erection into her still fluttering channel. He gritted his once again blunt teeth as he attempted to rein his control. Spike leant down, kissing Buffy deeply as he began to move within her. As he felt her muscles begin to contract, heralding her impending orgasm, he rocked against her clit, tugging roughly on her nipple; pushing her over. Seeing her come pushed him over and he shot his dead seed into her body as he sunk his fangs into the golden skin of her neck. Her blood washed over his tongue, purer then anything he'd ever tasted, *So bloody delicious...good to eat...in every possible way! *
Colours were shooting past Buffy's tightly closed lids, this was better then any other erotic dream she'd had about him. She eventually became aware of the fact that he'd stopped drinking and had spooned her to his chest. Spike was now nuzzling at her neck, purring loudly, like a giant kitty. *And all mine. * She thought possessively clasping his hands around her tighter as she drifted back asleep.


Spike awoke the next day with the warmth of the Slayer still surrounding him. His eyes bugged as he realised that he was inside her and his bite was on her neck; marking her as his. As he heard Buffy's heart quicken slightly as she awoke his eyes widened if that was possible.
Buffy awoke with Spike's cool body spooned protectively around her. She could hear him purring quietly and she frowned. Her mouth dropped open as she realised that he was inside her.
"Spike?"Buf"Buffy?"
They spoke at the same time. Both stopped, not daring to face each other they just continued to lay there. Both attempted to recall what had happened last night, but all they could remember was fighting two very tough demons and falling asleep. Then they recalled their dreams the night before and a hysterical giggle bubbled from the Slayer's lips,
"Y-you didn't h-happen to have...a.... Uh.... Dream...about.... Well, me.... Did you?" She asked, her eyes squeezed shut as she awaited his answer.
"I…uh...bugger." Spike replied, realisation hitting - that his very erotic dream about the Slayer had actually been a reality.
Buffy moved forward slightly and both groaned as Spike hardened inside of her, the Slayer's movement causing one of the vampire's hands to press in to her clit. Spike's head fell forward on to her shoulder as she tightened around him. He pulled in all the control he had left and then some and willed himself not to move but gritted out, "Do you want to talk about this?"
"No." Buffy replied as she slammed back on to him. Spike growled, pulling out of her, only to flip her on to her back before thrusting into her again as his lips found hers. Thrusting furiously they soon came, calling their lover's name in wild abandon. The vampire's fangs found their way back into her neck and as the Slayer wrapped her legs around his torso he rolled his hips forward, pressing into her clit sending another wave of pleasure through her fatigued body. As he stopped drinking he collapsed on top of her, purring loudly as he nuzzled her neck. Buffy gently combed her fingers through his short platinum hair, a smile tugging her tips as she heard him purr. She knew from experience that the sound was related to a vampire's happiness.
Completely boneless and satisfied she allowed herself to slip into a post-orgasmic sleep, the vampire's contentment predominant in the bedroom.
*We'll talk...later. * Their thoughts mingled as one as they drifted off.


The End


A/N Reviews are good...veeeerrrry good!