Lucky

Spoilers: Gonna say “Gone” to be safe
Disclaimer: I so don’t own these guys! If I did, they would not be allowed out of the house.(more likely the bedroom) Besides, I have no money so, come on, sue me, it’ll be funny.
Feedback: Um, let’s see………how about yes, please!




It had been a long day of cleaning and Buffy was glad to finally be alone. She was so tired of Dawn’s constant whining about each and every item they boxed up and Willow’s soulful “I’m so sorry, help me” looks. She understood that her friend felt bad and wanted to make things better, but she could only take so much. With a sigh, she tossed her damp towel on the chair and sat on the edge of the bed to comb through her wet hair.
Finishing that, she flicked the lights off and slid beneath the sheets. She knew sleep would never come with out some release. She hadn’t been patrolling that evening and that usually served well enough but tonight it would just have to be a release of a different kind.

She ran her hand under the bodice of her nightgown, grazing her nipples. With a quick pinch, both were rock hard. She traveled down her body, thinking of nothing but finding her pleasure quickly. She would not allow Him into her thoughts tonight. And that was all it took for her mind to flood with him. His feel, his scent, his voice, it all came rushing back and within moments, she was wet and swollen.

She slid her hand down through her tight curls, rubbing her clit with practiced ease. In slipped one, then two fingers and she began a quick rhythm, bringing herself to the edge, so close…her muscles tingling, her breath quickening. And still no release, she teetered on the edge and couldn’t bring herself over. With something close to a sob, she thrashed her head on the pillow, and her eyes fell on the drawer to her night table. Her hand shaking, her reached out and pulled it open. She hesitated for a second and then pulled it out and slid it against herself. The coolness felt so good running along her swollen clit. Her mind once again going to Him, she thrust her fingers in and bumped against the cool resistance and with a shudder tumbled over the edge into her orgasm. As the tremors lessened she stretched her muscles and ran her tongue over the now warm object, removing all traces of her juices. She slid it into the drawer and shoved it closed. As she drifted off to sleep, she never saw her observer, sitting outside her window, with a smile on his face.

Spike slid from the tree and headed home to take care of his little problem, murmuring into the night as he went.

“First thing tomorrow. Gotta get my lucky lighter back, Damn thing got luckier than me tonight.”