Struggle for the Top
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,053
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Struggle for the Top
Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Buffy. It all belongs to Joss Whedon. I just borrow it. I'm not making any money from this, it's purely for fun.
A/N: This doesn't take place during a specific season. Hope you enjoy and there's another one of these little notes at the end of the story as well! ^_^
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There was a predatory gleam in her eyes as the vampire disintegrated into ashes before her. She smirked as she looked down at the dust that was being blown away by the light breeze, lifting one shoulder in a partial shrug.
“Loser.”
She shifted uncomfortably a bit, rolling her shoulders. She could feel herself getting restless, itching to get a few more stakings in before the night was over. Turning, she began to head in the direction of the cemetery’s exit. She shook her head. Restfield Cemetery was just dead tonight.
No pun intended, of course.
She let her eyes scan the area, her gaze passing over various graves, hoping to catch a stray vamp wandering around. She frowned when she saw that there were none and shook her head. Well, wasn’t that just her luck?
And now she had absolutely no way of getting rid of this feeling that was just building up inside her, something she’d begun to acknowledge a few years ago. As she walked, she paused, cocking her head to the side a bit. Suddenly she whirled to the side, her hand whipping out and grabbing the vampire around the neck. She and the vamp hadn’t really talked all that much since she’d found out he was in town. She looked him up and down.
“You.” was all she said. He looked her up and down as well, pausing at a few interesting spots as he did.
“And you.” was the reply.
Just the sound of his voice was enough to cause a shudder go through her body. Her hand slid down from his neck to his chest in one long stroke. She pushed him back against the wall of a nearby crypt and leaned up a bit closer. Already she could feel the need begin to pulse through her as she slid her hand down to the waistband of his pants. One eyebrow raised slightly at the movement but he said nothing.
It was as if something primal was taking over her. She let the stake fall to the ground and watched as his eyes followed the movement. Her free hand went up and gripped his shirt.
“What…”
He didn’t get to finish the sentence as her grip tightened and she shoved him to the ground, immediately moving to straddle him. She slid her hands up and under his shirt. His hands went to her waist and slid down over her legs.
Suddenly, her hands were at his collar, pulling him up so that she could push the sleeves of his coat down and off his arms, though she made no move to pull it out from under him. Next went her jacket as she shrugged out of it. She bent down, lifting him up slightly and shoved his shirt up and over his head, before pushing him back down and biting down on one nipple. He groaned and arched his back in surprise. She grinned against his chest.
Before she could continue, he bucked his hips and rolled over, switching their positions and attacking her lips with his own. He ground his hips against hers causing her to moan. She shoved him back once more, climbing on top of him.
He reached up and yanked her top over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, tugging down the zipper. He was already pulling her own pants down, pushing them passed her knees and to her ankles. She tugged down on his pants and he lifted his hips to make it easier for her.
She positioned herself over him and rocked her hips over him a bit before impaling herself down on him.
He let out a shout of surprise as she began to ride him, her hips moving up and down. He thrust up into her, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave bruises. She threw her head back and raked her nails down over his chest.
She clenched her inner muscles tightly around him as she slid down and his hands briefly tightened at the sensation. She did it again. He reared up and began nibbling on her neck before pulling her down into a kiss. As he pulled away, he bit down lightly on her lip, sucking on it. She gripped his hands, moving them above his head and holding them there as they arched into each other.
Their movements became faster, more wild. Her breath came faster and he began to thrust up into her faster, harder.
“Shit.” She cried out, her inner muscles beginning to flutter as her orgasm approached. He moaned as she clenched around him, shuddering as she came and he thrust up once more before following. She relaxed, slumping over him.
Breathing hard, she climbed off him and rolled onto her back, brushing her hair back out of her eyes.
“We ought to do this again sometime.” Faith said. She glanced over at the vampire next to her.
“Damn right we should.” Was Spike’s reply.
“Just one thing, Blondie. I always get top.”
“We’ll bloody see about that.” Spike smirked.
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A/N: Just a short (literally) one-shot to tide me over until I can get the next chapter of Father of the Brat out. I know that it seemed like everything in this happened very fast and without the detail that I usually use, but that was the point. It was partially inspired by two Faith quotes fittingly enough: "Isn't it funny how slaying always makes you hungry and horny?" and "Get some, get gone." Hopefully I got that rushed feeling across and hopefully you enjoyed. Please review! (And keep an eye out for a sequel. ^_~ )
A/N: This doesn't take place during a specific season. Hope you enjoy and there's another one of these little notes at the end of the story as well! ^_^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There was a predatory gleam in her eyes as the vampire disintegrated into ashes before her. She smirked as she looked down at the dust that was being blown away by the light breeze, lifting one shoulder in a partial shrug.
“Loser.”
She shifted uncomfortably a bit, rolling her shoulders. She could feel herself getting restless, itching to get a few more stakings in before the night was over. Turning, she began to head in the direction of the cemetery’s exit. She shook her head. Restfield Cemetery was just dead tonight.
No pun intended, of course.
She let her eyes scan the area, her gaze passing over various graves, hoping to catch a stray vamp wandering around. She frowned when she saw that there were none and shook her head. Well, wasn’t that just her luck?
And now she had absolutely no way of getting rid of this feeling that was just building up inside her, something she’d begun to acknowledge a few years ago. As she walked, she paused, cocking her head to the side a bit. Suddenly she whirled to the side, her hand whipping out and grabbing the vampire around the neck. She and the vamp hadn’t really talked all that much since she’d found out he was in town. She looked him up and down.
“You.” was all she said. He looked her up and down as well, pausing at a few interesting spots as he did.
“And you.” was the reply.
Just the sound of his voice was enough to cause a shudder go through her body. Her hand slid down from his neck to his chest in one long stroke. She pushed him back against the wall of a nearby crypt and leaned up a bit closer. Already she could feel the need begin to pulse through her as she slid her hand down to the waistband of his pants. One eyebrow raised slightly at the movement but he said nothing.
It was as if something primal was taking over her. She let the stake fall to the ground and watched as his eyes followed the movement. Her free hand went up and gripped his shirt.
“What…”
He didn’t get to finish the sentence as her grip tightened and she shoved him to the ground, immediately moving to straddle him. She slid her hands up and under his shirt. His hands went to her waist and slid down over her legs.
Suddenly, her hands were at his collar, pulling him up so that she could push the sleeves of his coat down and off his arms, though she made no move to pull it out from under him. Next went her jacket as she shrugged out of it. She bent down, lifting him up slightly and shoved his shirt up and over his head, before pushing him back down and biting down on one nipple. He groaned and arched his back in surprise. She grinned against his chest.
Before she could continue, he bucked his hips and rolled over, switching their positions and attacking her lips with his own. He ground his hips against hers causing her to moan. She shoved him back once more, climbing on top of him.
He reached up and yanked her top over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, tugging down the zipper. He was already pulling her own pants down, pushing them passed her knees and to her ankles. She tugged down on his pants and he lifted his hips to make it easier for her.
She positioned herself over him and rocked her hips over him a bit before impaling herself down on him.
He let out a shout of surprise as she began to ride him, her hips moving up and down. He thrust up into her, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave bruises. She threw her head back and raked her nails down over his chest.
She clenched her inner muscles tightly around him as she slid down and his hands briefly tightened at the sensation. She did it again. He reared up and began nibbling on her neck before pulling her down into a kiss. As he pulled away, he bit down lightly on her lip, sucking on it. She gripped his hands, moving them above his head and holding them there as they arched into each other.
Their movements became faster, more wild. Her breath came faster and he began to thrust up into her faster, harder.
“Shit.” She cried out, her inner muscles beginning to flutter as her orgasm approached. He moaned as she clenched around him, shuddering as she came and he thrust up once more before following. She relaxed, slumping over him.
Breathing hard, she climbed off him and rolled onto her back, brushing her hair back out of her eyes.
“We ought to do this again sometime.” Faith said. She glanced over at the vampire next to her.
“Damn right we should.” Was Spike’s reply.
“Just one thing, Blondie. I always get top.”
“We’ll bloody see about that.” Spike smirked.
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A/N: Just a short (literally) one-shot to tide me over until I can get the next chapter of Father of the Brat out. I know that it seemed like everything in this happened very fast and without the detail that I usually use, but that was the point. It was partially inspired by two Faith quotes fittingly enough: "Isn't it funny how slaying always makes you hungry and horny?" and "Get some, get gone." Hopefully I got that rushed feeling across and hopefully you enjoyed. Please review! (And keep an eye out for a sequel. ^_~ )