A Break In Time

I do not claim to own any of the characters; I just like to play with them. I am but a poor office clerk without two pennies to rub together and I make NO money from writing any fanfic. So, suing me would be pretty pointless and I would cry.


This was not how he expected it to feel.

Soft, warm, inviting, it was so…un-Faith.

The ferocious Slayer was an intoxicating mix of power, steel, heavy make-up and cutting words. She was hard; born that way, Spike suspected. Born hard and nurtured further into a state of unbreakable courage and stubbornness.

Never quit, never stop, never just give. And Spike found himself drawn to this Slayer, this little girl with the brain and experience of a woman. She drew from him a desire to release, to drop the Scooby act and go back into his world of death, blood and unfathomable passion.

Faith wasn’t one for hinting and subtle gestures. Her need and want for a hard fuck was clear from the word go. None of this tiptoeing shit that he put up with from Buffy. This girl was hot for it and she didn’t care who knew. It had taken her less than ten minutes before they’d calmly walked down to the Summers’ basement.

“So, you alright?” he’d asked.

“Fuck me.”

Surprisingly delicate hands had bunched in his T-shirt and Spike had allowed her to crush his back to the wall and take from him a first kiss that would never, ever be forgotten.

Then, with her tight pants ripped down to her ankles and her shirt shoved up to her collar bone, Spike thought he’d never seen such a delicious and tempting sight. Open and waiting, trembling and panting with anticipation, she was a vampire’s delight. Spike had slowed for just a moment to appreciate what he was about to receive.

Trailing his cool hands over the sweat soaked skin of Faith’s breasts, he dipped his head for a gentle taste. His tongue glided over the overheated flesh and he sucked sharply on a peaked nipple while his other hand toyed with and brushed at its twin.

Nails painted deep burgundy red gripped and dug into his shoulders. Spike looked up and grinned, switching to suck on the other breast while he watched Faith’s face contorting to something resembling a snarl and grimace of pleasure. Her teeth were bared and her eyes were narrowed; the look dared him to go further, dared him to touch and make her scream.

And that was when he felt it; the warmth; the creamy invitation to a few moments of peace and pleasure. His fingers had been drawn to it, pulled by Faith’s expression and the subtle smell of her increasing arousal.

He watched her face.

As his fingers blindly, but knowingly, skimmed over the dark curls, and one finger massaged her clit, Faith threw back her head and laughed.

“At last, a man who knows where he’s going.”

The rest of his fingers brushed between her legs, coating themselves in her wetness and teasing her sweetest spot.

But teasing wasn’t going to cut it, not this time, not any time. Faith took control, holding Spike’s arm in place and sliding onto his outstretched fingers, riding them and twisting them inside her.

With her head thrown back, her almost white face shining under the single bulb and her dark curls spilling over her shoulders, Spike only saw one thing: her neck. His tongue wetted his lips and leant in to taste the pulse of yet another Slayer.

“Not a chance, vampire.” She grinned a somewhat evil grin and crushed her mouth to Spike’s, dominating him with lips and tongue. Her free hand travelled down his clothed body and squeezed his erection through the denim of his jeans.

“Quite a package. Let’s see what you got, Romeo. Give it to me,” she murmured against his lips.

So Spike took back the power. He wrenched his head to the side and pulled his hand out from between her legs. “Get them off,” he growled, motioning to the pants pooled around her ankles.

Faith smiled and obeyed with a look that said ‘only because I want to’.

Spike quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his now aching cock. He was tempted to sigh with relief. But no, that would only come when he was spent inside the Slayer.

He reversed their positions and slammed her into the wall. Her eyes told of this expectation and so he threw her with a gentle and sweet caress to her cheek. When her expression faltered into slight confusion and a miniscule amount of longing, Spike lifted Faith’s leg to his waist and slammed his cock inside her.

Hard thrust after hard thrust and Faith was screaming; screaming and laughing and…

“So this is why B is so wet for you,” she panted through an almost agonised grin. “Fucking, yes!”

Those slut nails scratched and gripped and dug, and with every drop of his blood spilt, Spike thrust harder, encouraged by Faith’s screaming and the scent of his own blood.

Faith’s body began to tense; she squeezed her legs around Spike’s waist as tightly as she could and frantically rubbed against him, breaking the rhythm of Spike’s fucking. Oh, she’d been with a few men in her time and she was determined to reach her orgasm first – even if it killed her.

Spike was thinking along the same lines. It was like a challenge, a race perhaps. And damnit, he was going to sodding well get there first. He held her as tightly and firmly as he could, ignoring the squirming and the gleeful laughing at how close she was, and with roar he slammed home as hard as he ever had in life.

With each thrust of his cock the room seem to shake; the world seem to shake. The room disappeared in a blur of heat and sweat; it twirled around and around, faster and faster, the universe disappearing in a whirlpool of sex and power, dominance and fury.

When the room, the world and the universe rushed back to him he was coming; coming so fucking hard. And he was screaming his triumph to the gods.

So was Faith; screaming, clenching, clawing, coming.

They were lost. The room was thick with their spent passion and their harsh panting breaths. Life would go on, any minute now. But for just a few meagre moments they let their world consist of only two.

“I came first.”

“Bollocks.”

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