Greedy

Title: “Greedy”
Author: femmenerd
Pairing: S/B
Rating: NC17 - One day I WILL write a Spike fic that doesn’t involve anything groiny but this is not that story.
Summary: Written for shealynn88 who donated to the Red Cross like the lovely and compassion lady that she is. She wanted: “Spuffy fic. In an elevator, where some character catches them at an inopportune moment. Has to be a character from the Buffy-verse, but your choice otherwise.” Set vaguely post-Chosen, immediately after a Spuffy reunion.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and various large television corporations. Not mine. Not for profit.
Author’s Note: This might be the fluffiest thing I have ever written.


“I’ve figured it out, Slayer. I know why you’ve got such a yen for vamps.” He said this in a slightly sing-songy voice, loping easily behind her with the brown paper bag of Chinese take out.

“Is that so? I can’t wait to hear this one.” Buffy punched the “up” button and admired her pink manicured fingertip, ignoring his eyes in jest.

“Yep. It’s ‘cause you’re greedy-like.” Spike leaned against the wall next to the elevator doors and grinned at her.

“Wha…? Um, ‘splainy? And I do NOT have a thing for vampires in general. Just a…select few.”

“Select ONE, you mean, right, Pet?” His tone was still joking then but definitely infused with more than a hint of possessive fierceness as he moved closer to where Buffy stood. So close that his un-breath would have hit her cheek if it could.

“Now you’re just contradicting yourself, Spikey.” She air kissed noisily and affectionately touched his cheek. “Besides, after a nearly 48 hour reunion shag-fest, I’d think that you would have gotten the picture by now. Silly vampire.” Spike rolled his eyes but looked pleased. Buffy drummed the toes of her stylish-yet-vaguely-affordable boots as she continued, “So, come on, out with it. You were telling me about how you’d figured out why I have a kink for the undead…”

He mock gasped and clutched his chest with the hand not carrying Kung Pao chicken and egg rolls. “You saucy minx! Such language comin’ from a lady. I’m shocked. Shocked, I tell you.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened wide. Buffy advanced across the threshold and turned around to face him with a smile. “Yup, I’m the ‘lady’ that had you handcuffed to the…”

He interrupted her. “Yeah, well, I’d get to the point if you’d quit distracting me, you naughty girl.” Spike waved a silver ringed finger in Buffy’s direction as he followed her lead and clomped into the elevator car.

The doors shut behind them and Buffy leaned over to punch the button for the top floor, exclaiming, “How exactly am I greedy? Is it the world saving or the constant risking of life and limb that tipped you off?” Without skipping a beat, she changed topics, “God, I’m starving! Must have fried, yummy goodness NOW.” Buffy grabbed the bag of food from Spike’s hand and pulled out a steaming egg roll and proceeded to munch with great relish.

He chuckled. “You’re illustrating my point exactly, love. Greedy. You’re a bit like that with the sex too. You…” he paused for dramatic effect, “are an orgasm hog.”

Buffy nearly spit out her bite. “Ugh! Gross, could you MAKE me sound less appealing. And hey, hungry here. Besides, it’s your fault. You tired me out.” She made the pouty face and the pretending-to-be-pissed-at-Spike face at the same time.

Spike leaned back on his heels contentedly. Nothing like flirting and sparring with his Slayer again. “Precisely, sweetness. It’s the superior muscle control and stamina. That’s really why you need a little monster in your man. We’re built to last, my kind.” He turned a smug face to gaze at his love, who had gone back to the crunching and munching.

Buffy swallowed the last of her egg roll and advanced towards where he was standing with arms crossed over his chest and stance wide. “You are such a cocky bastard,” she whispered into his ear. Buffy unceremoniously dropped the bag of food to the floor and was just beginning to let her hands creep underneath his duster when the elevator abruptly stopped its steady ascent and jostled them both.

“Bloody Hell!” Spike exclaimed as he grappled with the wall. He swore under his breath and started indiscriminately pressing buttons. This caused beeping and flashing but absolutely no movement on the part of the elevator.

Buffy laughed. “Oooh, look who’s the Big Bad, now.”

He growled and recovered with a retort that came out mostly gruff and only slightly whiny, “well, this just bollixes up all my plans of waiting for the half minute it’ll take you to have done with those snacks before taking you to bed and giving you all the seein’ to that your greedy little self requires.” He scowled and punched the wall lightly.

At that, Buffy grabbed her cell phone out of her jacket pocket, flipped it open and started dialing. “Hey, George, it’s Buffy. Summers. From #8. I appear to be stuck in the elevator. Oh! Only twenty minutes. That’s great. Thanks a million, George. Yeah. Good night to you too.”

She snapped the phone shut and turned to once again face Spike, who had regained some more of his machismo and was leaning against the wall as if nothing had happened. “So, I’m greedy, huh?”

“Never have gone off before you, now have I, love? Ladies first. That’s my policy. It’s all about control.” He winked at her and cocked an eyebrow, tongue hanging slightly out of his grin.

“That sounds like a challenge if I ever heard one,” Buffy said with a sly smile as she sidled up next to him. In a flash, she had his duster most of the way off of his shoulders and his earlobe between her teeth. She whispered throatily into his ear, “Are you saying that I couldn’t get you off unless you decided it was going to happen?”

Spike swallowed hard. “That’s exactly what I’m sayin’, Pet.”

“Hmmmm, we have twenty minutes before this bucket of bolts starts moving again…” She traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue and was gratified to feel him shiver.

“NOT. Going. To. Happen. Not even for you, my succulent peach. No woman has ever made me lose it before and much as you’re my own personal wet dream wrapped up in Slayer packaging, you ain’t gonna make me break that record.” His words were firm but he was gripping the wall as she ignored him and divested him of the coat fully and began to unclasp his belt buckle.

“Not that I’m gonna stop you from trying, Pet.” She pulled his jeans down hard until they were in a puddle around his ankles. But he would not succumb. Oh no. “I just don’t want you to get disappointed…Oh!” Her lips were slippery on his cock now, taking him all in and twisting her tongue deftly around his shaft with each stroke upwards. She gripped his bare ass with one hand while the other went to work on the sweet spot behind his ball sac.

“Damn, Slayer, who taught you to do that?” His eyes were shut tight. Maybe if he just didn’t look at her, kneeling before him all golden and willing…

She released the head of his cock with a pop and angled her head up to purr, “You did, lover. You’re the one who made me like doing this.” He opened one eye and caught her just as she licked him from base to tip like he was something delicious. Fuck!

“Oh I see what you’re doing, you tricky woman you. With your pretty words and your…” *Gasp!* “Tongue.” He shuddered a little bit but then pulled it back together. “Yeah, Slayer, you think because you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you can just get to me through my soft side.”

“Oh, but there’s nothing soft about you,” she murmured as she traded her mouth for one of her soft little hands as she massaged his aching cock, rubbing the sensitive tip in between her thumb and forefinger like she’d seen him do himself. “You’re so hard for me. So BIG. You have no idea how many nights I dreamt about…” And then she was sucking him in once again, cheeks hollowed as she treated him to suction that would have been enough to bring an ordinary man to his knees.

God, she was good. Tricky minx. He knew exactly what she was doing but it was working anyway. He could control his body, sure, but his heart?

Buffy gripped his shaft with her hand once again and pumped, swirling the head with her pretty pink tongue. In spite of his better judgement, Spike looked down to meet her eyes. Buffy batted her eyelashes at him and went for the kill.

“You’re the only one I’ll ever want, Spike.” She licked him lightly as she continued to squeeze his cock just as her words were constricting his unbeating heart. “Just you. All I want is you.”

Gah! One more long, hard suck and he was putty in her hands, shaking like a leaf, knees almost knocking.

*Ding!*

With a whoosh the elevator regained motion and so did Buffy. She had just enough time to stand up and wipe off her mouth with the back of her hand before the door opened at the very top floor.

“Daaaaamn B! Guess I’m too late after all.”

Spike had hopped around so that his dangly bits were out of view but his naked ass was still on display as was the larger portion of his legs above where his pants remained in a motion-constricting heap on the floor. It was humiliating. And in front of two Slayers no less. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Buffy blushed and coughed. “Er, hi. Hey, how did you get up here?”

“Took the stairs. Someone told me the elevator was busted. Guess it’s fixed now. So I was just droppin’ by to tell you that the word is that your hunka hunka room temperature love’s all corporeal and shit, but apparently you already got the memo.”

“Um, yeah.” Buffy grinned at Faith behind Spike’s back. The dark haired Slayer cocked her head to the side and gave Spike’s rear end a long, calculated look. She raised her hands to the air at about ass height and pretended to squeeze. Buffy emitted a strangled giggle and gave Faith a warning look.

Faith sighed dramatically. “I’ve said it before an’ I’ll say it again. Why you got to get all the cool vampires, huh B?”

Spike succeeded finally in pulling up his pants and spun himself around.

He pulled Buffy in close and kissed her cheek.

“It’s ‘cause she’s greedy.”