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“Welcome to Restfield Hotel. How can I help you?”

“I need a room. Just for tonight though. I don’t wanna spend all my vacation in this shit town.”

Spike laughed and turned around. His eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of this magnificent woman standing on the other side of the desk. Although it was almost night she wore dark sunglasses and a baseball hat. The mystery woman pulled the two items off and he gasped.

“You’re... oh god... Bu- Buffy Summers?”

She was the star in many movies, a Hollywood icon. Truth be told, he had tons of pictures of her around his apartment... most form her photo shoot with Maxim.

“Yep.” she said, popping the ‘p’. She stood, leaning against the counter eye-balling this mans glorious body. (Whoo... he was sexy. Hmm... ‘Spike’. Wonder where that could have possibly have come from.) “So, Spike... can I get a room?”

He was so caught up in silently worshiping her body he completely missed her question. He could vaguely hear her speaking however. “Huh?”

She giggled and he smiled. “Can I get a room?”

“Oh... oh! Of course. so-sorry. Here you go, room 217. Just dial 0 on the phone and you can reach the desk if you need anything.”

“Thank you SO much.” she said seductively leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Catch ya later.”

Spike’s hand glued to his cheek. He just got a kiss from THE Buffy Summers. A celebrity in Sunnydale. This was a historical event.

***

Buffy was bored. After an hour of watching television she still couldn’t get Mr. Scrumptious off of her mind. What was it he said again? Oh yeah... The petite woman grabbed the phone and dialed zero.

“Front desk.” said the unmistakable voice. Oh yeah, this is just perfect.

“Hello. I’d like some room service.”

“Alright, what room?”

“217.”

“Oh! Hello Miss Summers. What would you like?”

Buffy didn’t think of that part, it was one of those blonde moments. Hmm... “Some chocolate covered strawberries slathered in whipped cream and a hot fudge sundae. Oh, and can you have the manager deliver it? I have some... questions.” Buffy smirked when she finished her order. This was too easy.

Spike cleared his throat from the other end of the line. Various images intruded his mind including him, her, and her wanted food items. But the biggest thing was the simple fact; he was the manager.

“Uh, yeah. It’ll be there shortly.” he croaked.

“Great. thanks!”

Buffy hung up the phone and headed to her suitcase. Time to turn up the heat.

***

Spike rolled the cart to Buffy’s door and adjusted his jeans. After he was satisfied with the way his erection was he knocked lightly to avoid waking the other guests staying in this hall.

“Come in.” he heard her voice call quietly. Thankfully she wasn’t one of those divas who didn’t give any consideration to other people. He opened the door and stepped inside, placing the cart directly in front of his crotch.

The second her entered he was attacked by steam from every angle. (She must’ve taken a shower or something.) Shrugging he ventured further into the hotel room. No Buffy. Where was she?

“In here.” she called from the bathroom.

Spike pushed the cart a bit until he came upon the bathroom door. (Probably putting on her make-up and all that rot. That’s what girls do after they shower... right?) The door was slightly ajar so he nudged it open with his hand.

For a moment he could’ve sworn he was dreaming. That’s all this was... some crazy, amazingly sexy fantasy. Buffy Summers was lying in the bathtub, stark naked. Sure, he couldn’t see much because of the bubbles, but still. Naked. The skin of her neck glistened from the wetness and his eyes traveled up to her face. Her grin only made him harder. The only way he could think to describe it was that the cat ate the canary.

“Hello Spike. Got some treats for me?”

Gulp.

“Yeah.” he squeaked. “Uh... yeah. You’re food’s here, luv.”

Buffy shivered from the husky, British voice. And that pet name... Gah! Time to step it up another notch. She covered her breasts with an arm as she sat up slightly and looked around the room.

“Spike? I think I left the towel on the bed. Fetch it for me?”

Spike briefly wondered why the towels weren’t in the bathroom like they always were. (Who cares? Get the soddin towel, you ponce!) He plucked the fluffy white towel off the bed and headed back to Buffy.

The towel fell to the floor shortly after.

(Uh... naked.... standing... Buffy. Holy... fuck.)

“Like what you see?”

The words snapped him out of his stupor and he prowled over to her, the tray of food forgotten. His arms wrapped around her, resting lightly on her back while he ran his hand over her cheek. This really was a dream come true.

Buffy shivered in response to his hand. God, why was he touching her like she was fragile? It was almost as if he thought she might break, or like she was a precious gift he didn’t want damaged. It was all new to her... and she loved it so far.

He drew her head upwards and kissed her softly. Buffy could feel his erection poking her in the stomach and moaned softly. Spike took the opportunity and deepened the kiss, pulling her roughly against him, praying that he wouldn’t wake up with messy sheets to wash.

Buffy was in paradise. He was fierce then gentle, then rewound and started the process again. His kiss was so passionate and intense that Buffy didn’t even realized he had lifted her in his arms and escorted her to the bed. Soon she was aware though as he laid her down gently, pressing kisses to her breasts and stomach before standing upright.

His tie and shoes came off first. Buffy was panting as he undid the buttons of his shirt. The pants were last and her eyes almost popped out of her head. Commando... nice. And Gah! He was huge! Something told her that this would be the best sex of her life.

He crawled up the bed and rested on his arms while being careful not to crush her. The two blondes shared another kiss and soon Buffy was squirming beneath him.

“Mmmm... love. So bloody gorgeous.”

She whimpered and became wetter, silently begging him to thrust inside her. He was already positioned at her opening, all he needed was that one, final-

“Oh GOD!” Buffy yelled as he roughly pushed into her for the first time. She heard him gasp then groan as he sat perfectly still, letting her adjust and trying to stave off his orgasm. Her wet heat was almost too much... if he moved now, it’d be over before it started.

Buffy understood without a doubt and pulled his lips to hers. Moments later, Spike started moving slowly inside her, lighting a fire and touching places that she never even knew about.

“Oh fuck.” she whispered breathlessly. “So... good.”

“Yes... Buffy.” he ground out, too lost to form a more coherent sentence. She was meeting each of his slow thrusts with her own, making him impossibly harder. His body was demanding release but he refused until he brought her over the edge with him.

His thrusts sped up and within a manner of minutes he was slamming into her roughly, his callused hands holding her hips in a vice grip. Spike was panting now, unable to calm his breathing or stop the moans rolling out of his mouth. Buffy’s head was rolling back, her mouth starting to form an ‘O’ and he knew it was time. Just had to give one... last... push. His finger dipped below and found her clit, rubbing it furiously.

Buffy’s eyes shot open at that point. The fire in her womb reached the boiling point.

“Holy... SPIKE!!!”

The second she came he could feel it. Her inner walls clutching him and wetness coating him further. He exploded, yelling her name hoarsely while her pussy milked every last drop from him. They stayed exactly like that for several moments while their breaths calmed down before Buffy spoke.

“Wow.”

“Yeah. That’s what it’s like sleeping with a celebrity? Might have to do it more often.” he mumbled into her shoulder and rolled off of her. Spike grabbed her swiftly and pulled Buffy into his arms. Spike wasn’t one to pass up cuddling.

“Nope, that’s just what it’s like sleeping with me.” she said, proudly.

“Really now? Hmm... Well, you might have to come down to Sunnydale a lot then.”

“You could come to LA.” she suggested.

“What would I do?” he asked, basically to himself.

Buffy thought for a moment before it clicked. “Oh! I just fired my assistant, maybe... you could fill in for her?”

“On one condition.”

“What?” she asked.

Spike smiled and kissed her forehead. “No employer/employee dating rules.”

Buffy started to giggle and he frowned. “What’s so bleedin funny?”

“That’s what I fired her for.”

There was a moment of silence before they both started busting out laughing again. Neither was really sure what they were laughing at, but they couldn’t help it.

“Not a problem.” she whispered to her new honey.

“Good, love. Now, what do you say about a shower?” Spike said, waggling his eyebrows.

Buffy pouted. “I already took a bath. How bout we play with my food first, then shower.”

Spike groaned when he felt her tiny hand encircle his already hardening cock. “Sound great, pet. Now, how about you get down there and get yourself some Spike cream.”