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Potential	By : LipbalmAddict Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spiffy Potential

While the SIT's Are Away, Spike and Buffy Will Play
Scene: Outside crypt after Spike and Buffy shut the wanna-slayers in with the vampire...
The door slammed shut, and Buffy and Spike both collapsed, with their backs against it, shoulders touching. Spike noticed the contact first and froze, half hoping Buffy wouldn't notice so that he could enjoy the electricity of her skin just a little longer, and half hoping that she would notice, and...

*What!* he thought, *push you away and call you a disgusting thing? Or the other even more realistic scenario of her kissing you senseless, then knocking you on his ass - and not in the good straddling way - and call you an evil disgusting thing?*
He was interrupted from these depressingly non-straddling thoughts by a hand, specifically Buffy's hand, on his. She was tentatively trailing her fingers down the inside of his wrist before she intertwined their fingers. Spike hazarded a glance her way and was surprised to find her eyes, large and luminous in the low light, meeting his directly. That moment their eyes met, there was a flash of something resembling understanding and a raw mutual lust.
"Spike," she murmured, "do you really think it'll be all right, with the girls, I mean? They're so young; was I ever that young?"
"I remember seeing you for the first time, dancing; you were young then... a hot, sweet, innocent, unknowing vixen, but young," Spike chuckled as he felt himself harden at the memory of blood lust only out done by desire, "Hell, I think I was younger then."
He thought a moment then said, "We've been through a lot, haven't we?"
Buffy smiled a little and sighed,"Several nervous breakdowns' worth of a lot."
She took a deep breath and continued, "People have just flowed through my life like water, and I keep finding that it doesn't matter how tight I held tried to hold on, no matter how mucloveloved them, they just keep on slipping away. Everybody slips away. Isn't there some saying about sand or water and holding? There should be a saying, and I should remember it, or maybe been the one to come up with it."
"Well," said Spike sheepishly, "I seem to be like velcro then, don't I... no slippin' here."
Buffy aimed an evil grin his way, "Or like some kind of demon-y slime that I just can't get out of my favourite shirt. You are like the 'out, damn spot!' of boyfriends."
Spike's eyes widened.
Buffy fiddled with her shirt, looking a little sheepish, "Oh, you caught that 'b' word, huh?"
Spike ducked his head, unwilling to meet her gaze. He felt her hand slip away, and he sighed. He was surprised when she reached up, cupping his face, and turned his head toward her, forcing their eyes to meet.
"You were, you know; you wernd ind in many ways you were more," Buffy hesitated, "You still are. You know, you never stop surprising me, yet in some ways I feel...," she stopped, the last word almost a sigh.
"Buffy, I...,"
A large crash, followed by some rather inventive swearing, interrupted whatever Spike was going to say.
"Die! You great bloody stupid... evil, stupid thing!" That had to be Molly.
"Feel my wrath, sucka!" shouted Rona enthusiastically.
"You... w.. d.. die," stated Kennedy, imaginative as ever.
"You know, love, I think I prefer your puns," Spike choked out before they both crumpled on top of one another, laughing with a touch of hysteria.
"This... really isn't funny," Buffy almost wheezed, "They could be in real, *laugh*, danger," she said that last word quietly as she realised how close they were.
Her hand was on his thigh. She started to snatch it away, before changing her mind and deliberately putting it back, letting it inch a bit higher before looking up at the suddenly shy vampire.
Spike met her gaze, eyes burning dark with desire, then looked at her hand before looking back up to her eyes. Buffy could almost see him making a decision. He placed his hand on hers. Then there was a flash and something of the old Spike, as he took her hand and forcefully brought it over to c the the bulge in his jeans.
She looked him right in the eye and squeezed, rubbing up and down his length through the rough fabric. Then she's on him, knees on either side of his hips, rubbing herself against him in erratic circles while she clings to his shoulders.
*Huh, I guess there will be straddling this evening* mussed Spikforefore diving back into the fray. It was a free-for-all for both of them, pinching and biting and grabbing every bit of flesh they could uncover on the other.
"Buffy, God, I want you so much." Spike groaned while kissing down her throat, pulling aside the neckline of her blouse to get better access.
"Want you, want only you, want you always," Buffy murmured in between nips of Spike's earlobe.
Buffy, impatient with the Spike-not-naked-yet part of the evening, grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged, trying to get it off of him without stopping the delicious things he was doing to her collarbone with his lips and blunt teeth.
Spike was enjoying how Buffy's hot, silky skin glided beneath his tongue and gave slightly to his teeth; he resisted the urge to just bite down and feel that skin part like paper under his fangs, but he was enjoying the moment and one, liked touching Buffy as a sort-of man, and two, wanted to continue not getting his ass kicked and handed back to him.
"Mmmmm, Spike, too slow; I need you to touch me everywhere," moaned Buffy while trying to pull heirt irt collar down off her arm.
"As you wish, pet." Spike murmured before setting to serious removal of her clothing.
Buffy started giggling; she couldn't help it.
"Um, Buffy, love, you're not really helping the mood here," Spike said, a little joking, a little hurt.
"It's just 'As you wish'...," Buffy broke off at Spike's puzzled look,"you know 'The Princess Bride' with Wesley and Buttercup, and he always says 'as you wish' no matter what crazy or petty thing she asks him to do."
"Uh-huh, must've missed that one then; you know when I was terrorising the natives all through Europe and all. Dru was never one for romantic comedies..." Spike admitted.
"Well then we'll have to have you do it; I mean the watching thing - yeah definitely need to do the watching... of the movie," Buffy was once again distracted when Spike growled and went back to tonguing her throat while reaching up under her shirt to cup her breast in his palm.
Buffy finally got his shirt off and decided that Spike's pale, muscular chest was her favorite part of him. She dipped her head to flick one nipple with her fingernail while biting down gently on the other one. Spike's hiss made her change her mind about her favorite part - the sounds he made for her were her favorite part.
"All right, that's it!" Spike's statement brought Buffy to an uneasy halt.
"This," indicating her shirt,"has got to go. A man, ok a vampire, has got to has room to work."
A smirk later and Buffy, relieved, smiled teasingly and pulled off her shirt. Then she stood and pulled a hopeful yet somewhat confused and very aroused vampire with her, so that she could finally get him out of his oh so yummy and tight jeans. At the first fumblings at his buttons, Spike got the hint and turned his nimble fingers, *which were definitely not shaking* he thought to himself, to the fastenings of Buffy trousers and sliding them down her hips. There was a bit of awkwardness when both of them tried to bend down to remove the other's clothing at the same time, but at a smoldering look from Buffy, Spike decided to let her lead.
The tiny blond stepped back and fell to her knees, peeling the impossibly tight denims off to leave them caught around his boots, effectively hobbling him.
"Hmm," she said, studying him and trying not to giggle, "tight leather pants, $150, trip to the salon for super-shiny hair, $120, come-fuck-me perfume from Bloomies counter, $85; the ability to completely trap a vicious creature of the night, who also happens to be a hottie, of his own free will in the middle of a cemetery, priceless."
At Spike's growl she hurriedly bent to unlace his boots and to hide her huge grin.
In spite of Spike's outward annoyance, he was actually thrilled that Buffy, who had been so grim and guilt-ridden during their times together last year, was truly having fun, was letting herself have fun, with him. He knew he was completely captured by this girl when he realised that that made him harder than just her physical attentions.
Buffy's skin was humming with anticipation, but she tried to ignore it and concentrate on getting her lover's boots and jeans off. After they were tossed aside in random piles, she ran her palms up the inside of his thighs, then around the outside to give his ass a good squeeze.
*Nope, favorite part has gotta be his ass,* she thought to herself, before changing her mind again as she felt his cock brush against her cheek.
*And I think I've missed you most of all*
Buffy turned her head to give it a chaste kiss right on the tip, before darting her tongue out to dip into the tiny slit. Spike groaned, and Buffy was amazed at how hard, how ready, he always was for her. She wrapped her fingers around as much of the shaft as she could and pumped a few times then tugged down gently. She looked up to see Spike face go from eyes closed with concentration to a devilish smirk as he got the hint and knelt down as well.
"I'm givin' whole new meaning to the phrase 'led around by his dick', 'eh Slayer," the vampire's words were bitter, but his tone was light with humor.
"Shut up and kiss me!" Buffy needed him now.
Then his lips were devouring hers, and his hands were ripping off her pants and on her breasts, and she didn't care anymore. As his hands paused for a split second to move aside her panties, a black lace thong that she "did not wear on purpose," she told herself, the slayer noticed that he seemed to be mouthing something against her lips and throat. She concentrated for a moment before laughing out loud.
"As you wish," the vampire was muttering over and over again.
And then his fingers slipped inside her outer lips and she forgot everything else as his middle finger dipped in and traced her hot, wet opening while his thumb massaged a circle just around her clit. Even she could smell how slippery and ready she was for him, and all she could focus on was the ever growing throbbing heat that spread from everywhere he touched to deep within her. Her hands clutched his shoulders as she lay back, her legs still underneath her. Spike followed her down, taking a moment to appreciate that ol' slayer flexabilty. He captured a nipple as she went down, and she moaned as blunt teeth sunk down and pulled when she went back a little faster than he was. The blond slayer's head was thrown back, her entire body arched as her hips twitched ever closer to her first release of the night. Spike was holding himself up by his right arm braced beside her shoulder as his head went from tormenting one nipple to the other until they were both deliciously red and swollen. Buffy's hands were tangled in his hair, and she was sure that it wasn't fair that he could have such soft hair when he 1) was dead and 2) had probably had more peroxide in it than the centerfold in Playboy. He str stroking two long fingers in and out of her core frustratingly slow as he strategically hit her g-spot every other stroke.
Suddenly every touch seemed to be magnified ten-fold as she came, spasming hard around his fingers. Buffy pulled Spike's head up and kissed him thoroughhilehile rolling them over and sinking down on his almost painful erection in one smooth slayer-trademark move.
"Oh god; oh Spike!" Buffy could feel Spike's cock fill parts of her she had tried to forget existed this past year.
"Well, ya got the second one right... or maybe both right," Spike's smirk was lost in the needy moan he gave as he felt her gloriously velvety pussy sheath him, impossibly tight and impossibly wet.
He grabbed her hips and thrust her down onto him, driving himself as deep as he could go on every downstroke.
"Love this, love this, love you," Buffy breathlessly whispered as she felt her muscles begin to pulsate once more in incipient orgasm; no one had ever been able to make her come so easily so readily or so often like Spike could.
"Oh love, Buffy; I love you so much." Spike ground out as he struggled to hold on just a little longer, but while Buffy's words may have bypassed his mind for the moment, they went straight to his heart and his cock. He came with a growl that deteriated into a whimper as Buffy's muscles clenched mercilessly around him.
With a mutual sigh they collapsed against each other, and the satisfied slayer nestled her head into Spike's shoulder, content to just rest and be close.
Their peaceful interlude was interrupted by the hoots and hollers of the apparently victorious mini-slayers.
Buffy jumped up in a panic while Spike sat up, ready to assume "Buffy-guilt crash position". The frenzied girl started pulling on clothing as quickly as she could. She threw Spike's jeans and shirt at him, growing frustrated when he didn't move to put them on but just sighed as his shirt was flung over his head. Buffy finished buttoning her pants and leaned over, lifting the shirt from his pained face, and kissed him thoroughly, saying, "Spike, I meant what I said, every word, but we've got to get to those girls before they start using those newly learned skills on each other." She smiled and was relieved to get a sweet, and slightly sheepish, smile in return.
Spike dressed in record time, only falling over once while tying his boots, while Buffy matter of factly sat down to pull on her own boots.
They raced to the crypt door after a quick look-over of the other to make sure nng wng was really obvious. Of course the girls were so high from their kill that they probably could have been naked and went unnoticed, for all the attention the girls were paying either of them.
"All right girls; you did great, and I'm really proud of you all." Buffy started, "now I want you to head on back to the house and celebrate while Spike and I finish patrolling." She really tried not to sound too eager to be rid of them, but she needn't have worried as the victors were already running ahead, laughing and proclaiming their victory to the night.
As soon as they were out of sight Spike lifted Buffy up around his waist and slammed her back against the side of a nearby crypt. Her leg wrapped around him as they kissed as if they hadn't just shagged like mad twenty minutes ago.
Spike broke away and set her down.
"I've got to have you now," he growled as he spun her around and thrust his seemingly permanent hard-on against her ass.
Buffy moaned and ground her ass against him in circles while her hands came up to reach behind her and grab onto his head and pull him around for another kiss. Meanwhile Spike pulled down her pants and thong so that they caught at her knees and opened his fly with a hiss of relief. He bent her over slightly at the waist, wrapped one arm around her chest and gave her lovely upturned bottom a few swats with his left while Buffy mewled in frustration. Finally he braced his left hand on her hip and thrust inside in one smooth, breath-stealing motion. She was still so swollen and sensitive from before that the friction was almost unbearable as he moved in and out of her. He was pushing into her and pulling her back to him at the same time, and the punishing rhythm was driving all thought from her head but *fuck me, fuck me, never stop fucking me*.
When Spike breathed in her ear, "I won't love; I'll never stop," Buffy realised she must have said at least some of that aloud.
But, none of that mattered as she exploded into orgasm with Spike following with a few short, hard bursts later.
He rested his forehead on her shoulder, panting unnecessarily for a moment, then straightened and tucked himself back in before pulling up and fastening Buffy's clothes. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a contented sigh before turning around.
"Feel better now, pet?"
"Yeah, I really, really do, and ya wanna know why?" Buffy almost lost her train of thought when she saw the love and desperate hope lighting his eyes on fire, "I was with you; I missed you so much."
"So, what did you miss most, this?" Spike gestured to his groin, "or maybe my hands or my tongue."
"No, I missed you most of all; my favorite part is all of you... and your eyes when I tell you 'I love you'," Buffy stated softly as she looked up into his eyes, seeing the wonder and love that practically beamed from them, "yep, that's my new favorite." she smiled.
Spike brought his lips to her smiling ones for a brief kiss then took her hand before they started to walk back home.
They walked in peaceful silence for a long time until Buffy's voice broke the quiet, "Hey! How come you didn't say you loved me back?" she demanded.
"Well, love, the way I figure it, you're behind by about 352 or so proclamations of love, and I would hate to add to your debt; so I guess you'd better get busy with the proclaimin' " Spike grinned innocently before he dodged the mock-slap from a playfully enraged slayer.
All the way down the street a man walking his dog heard "I love you, I love you, I love you," over and over again, interspersed with mutterings of "I hate you, stupid vampire, evil, evil, bad, unreasonable, sexy - oh, I love you, I love you..."
"What a strange girl," he said,ven ven for this town."
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