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Challenges	By : obsessivecreature Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13
Another week had gone by and Buffy had not visited Spike in that time.
Unlocking the front door and walking into her house on Revello Drive, Buffy quickly went upstairs, not bothering to turn on any lights as she went. Determined to take a much needed shower after patrol one night, she looked around the upstairs hallway, not seeing any signs of life. "Mom?" She said loudly, looking around. No reply. Her mom must have been gone to the art shop early. It was almost 3 am, but sometimes that happened.
Buffy shrugged, making her way up into the room.
Spike walked in the unlit living room from the kitchen after hearing a voice upstairs. "Buffy?" He said, looking around.
They had just missed each other.
Spike had been there all evening after by himself. The vampire had snuck into the house using Buffy's room window. After discovering she and her mom were not home, he had decided to wait for the slayer.... and sneak some food since he had been without blood for a while now. He was completely broke and had literally no one to get him blood- so he been munching on cereal in the Summer's kitchen. The cereal hadn't helped at all. His vampire digestive system just didn't recognize it at food.
Buffy smiled as she began to rinse her hair, the jets of the shower hitting the back of her neck. She smiled, thinking of Spike and the way they had interacted from a week ago. Her hands slid lower on her inner thighs, the thought of him giving her goosebumps.
Spike carefully walked upstairs, going down the hall and pushing Buffy's door open. He smirked to himself, after realizing she was in the bathroom in the shower. As funny as scaring her would probably be, he decided against it and, seeing a few photos on a desk, walked over to take a look. He picked up two framed photos and looked at them carefully. He stared blankly at the faces, wondering who the people in the picture were, only her mother and the scoobs recognizable.
Putting the photos down, and seeing the steam begin to leak into the room from the bathroom, Spike made his way to the door of the bathroom. He began to hear Buffy turn the knobs of the shower to off and getting ready to step out.
Spike turned back to the inside of the bedroom and went over quick, sitting on the bed, waiting for her to get out.
Bathrobe on, Spike looked up as Buffy came into the bed room wiping her hair clean. She nearly dropped her bathrobe open again at this unexpected sight. “Spike?” The desk lamp light cast over him and, with the window closed, brought the details of his face out even more. Trying not to make it obvious she was gazing at him, she asked him a question. "How did…did you get in?"
“Got an invite still.” he adverted her eyes to the floor, trying not to look, but his gaze kept wandering up.
“OH... right.... from that long ago? But still… everything’s locked.” She threw her towel over to the side, and it fell off the dresser behind the bed next to Spike.
Smirking, he took out a small knife from inside of his duster. “All the key I need.”
She smiled, thinking him clever.“What are you doing here?"
What was wrong with him? Usually he'd be dead asleep at this time in the A.M. The sun was just now rising, but for some reason, he hadn't been able to get comfortable back in his own place. He turned and faced her. "Nothing. Just picking up your things- putting them back into different places to confuse you." He stopped a moment, looked to the side as if he wanted to ask something, but then stopped himself.
"Whaaaaaaat?" she said, knowing that look in his face.
He turned back, liking that she was getting used to his habits. "I avn't seen you in a week. All of a sudden nothing?"
"Oh." She said, running her hand through her wet locks of hair. She didn't want to tell him she had been avoiding temptation.... if not from his side.... then perhaps from herself. There was no denying she found him attractive, and yes, it had been a while since she had... been WITH someone. "I... I've just been busy, training with Giles, although it hasn't been the same since you left. You were a much better fighting partner. At least you could take the punches."
Spike nodded, accepting the answer. "Maybe I'll have to start you on a regiment again."
"Are you healed?' She began looking around, forgetting where she had thrown her towel.
He nodded. "Seems so. I haven't hurt in a while now." Spike picked up the photo again, walking over and pointing to one of the people next to her in it. "Who's this?"
"The lady is my Aunt Julie, and the boy next to her is my cousin Chase. Then the man on my right is my dad."
He laid the photo back down. "I've never seen any of them."
"They live in another state, and we don't have as many get together as I would like." Buffy moved towards her dresser, the wavy locks of damp a little more wet then she had throught.
Instantly Spike knew what she was going after- the small towel he had seen. His vampire reflexes had the towel behind his back before she noticed. He moved to the side a bit, letting her rummage through the junk around her dresser. "Looking for something?" He asked casually.
"Yeah, I can't find my towel. I thought it was here."
He stood, stepping into the middle of the room and purposefully looking as though he was hiding something.
She turned around, seeing the not so innocent look on his face "Spi-ike! I think you took my towel."
Spike rose an eyebrow comically and held the towel behind his back again. "Why would you think I'd do a thing like that ducks?"
"Oh, you wouldn't because you're a good and a law-biding citizen." She sat back on the bed. "I can't image you doing anything bad!"
"I think I've just been insulted..." He pulled the towel out from behind his back and offered it to her, walking up in front of her.
"No, you were mocked." She smirked, reaching for the towel.
Spike pulled it away again. "In that case, I think I'll hold your towel for ransom."
She stood and reached for it again, smirking. "Ransom? I thought you said you weren't doing the villain thing now. You had... what did you say... werent getting any younger?"
"Well...." He started. "Old habits die hard..."
She smirked. "What's the price?"
He laid held the towel behind him, using his body as a shield. "What are you offering?"
They were dangerously close now, inches from each other's face.
The awkwardness suddenly appeared into the room again. There was a thickness to the air, and electric energy between the two. Spikes eyes suddenly became drowsy, looking down at her face, staring at her lips then.
Buffy too was looking at his lips. Her mind went back to that moment when he had kissed her so gently.... and then that time after that when he had made out with her for 'pretend.' She couldn't stand it! And after all.... it was just playing right? "How about... a kiss?"
He was a little taken aback by the request. Was she playing? "And when do I get paid?" He asked, taking it another step.
She smiled, liking that he was playing along with it. She took it one step further, not being able to resist. "Well, obviously, you have to bring the hostage to a certain location. And we will make the exchange."
"Hum.... even if I do, I'm not sure if I can trust you," joking in his voice, he tilted his head to look into her eyes.
"The bathroom. In 10 seconds." Buffy giggled and walked quickly from her room. She turned the shower back on, looked back, and before closing the door, dropped her robe on the floor.
After the door had shut, Spike dropped his 'cool guy serious face' and looked to the side in complete astonishment. Did she want him? Or was this the cruelest trick anyone had ever played on him?
After a few seconds he started walking over, counting along the way. "5...4...3..." He arrived at the door, turned the knob, and walked in. He locked the door behind him as he watched the outline of Buffys form through the almost transparent shower curtain.
She turned to face the curtain, the water hitting her side. With a sly smirk, she looked at him through the veil to see if he was there. She slowly opened the curtain then, and waited, lightly playing with the sponge between her hands as she hummed. Softly, she asked, "Do you have the hostage?"
With a contented sigh, he made a small acknowledgment of her present naked state, and pulled the medium size towel out from behind his back, laying it on the sink counter. He moved forward slightly, his face serious, and opened the curtain of the shower more to get a better veiw.
She smiled at his astonished, yet pleased gaze, and turned her back on him to tease him.
Fluidly, he then wrapped one of his strong forearms arm around her small waist, pulled her back against his still fully clothed chest, and began kissing at her neck from behind lightly.
His black shirt and front of his pants were getting very soaked now by the spray of the shower, but he didn’t care. He talked in her ear as both of his hands began to roam across her slippery hip and thighs. "Payment is due... then you get your precious belonging back... or not." His hands ran down the length of her sides, and crossed in front of her abs, gliding across her stomach and just grazing the underside of her soft breasts.
Despite the hot water, she got a chill up her spine from his hands. She whispered, "I want to negotiate...” She twirled around to face him, her fingers finding there way to the front of his pants, finding the edge of his shirt under the belt, and lifting it up. She lifted the simple black shirt over his head, and smiled at the sight of pale flesh. She threw the shirt to the ground behind him.
"Negotiate? You have a better offer?" he said, going crazy over the way her body was so perfectly shaped and slick looking under the running water. Able to see her full breasts as she faced him again, he lifted one hand, going up and gently grazing the underside of the right cup gently.
She ran her fingers along the front of his pants, feeling the stiff bulge. She smiled, liking the power she had over that area of him. She took one hand and cupped the area, making a small rub against it as she tilted her head up now.
He brought his head in to her neck then, licking the side as her hands began to fiddle with the zipper of his pants. "Yeah, I do." She said, finally getting the button undone and letting his pants drop. She wrapped her arms up and over his neck, her eyes rolling up into her head as he began to suck lightly on her mid shoulder. "I think… the hostage…’ She began to gasp. ‘..is worth more than... only a kiss...”
He stepped out of his unfastened boots and pants with ease. Then, when he was completely naked, Buffy allowed herself finally to look from the ceiling to his form.
She immediately smiled like the cat who had caught the canary. His body was that of a solid stone Greek statue. His abs were toned, and separate. His thighs like that of a strong horse. His chest smooth and pale with the slightest hint of a vein or two. He was breath taking. A very fine specimen of a man. She almost felt guilty for being so superficial.
He walked into the shower then and closed the curtain. She backed up, allowing him passage, watching him enter with a smile. Buffy smirked, watching the look of utter passion cross his features at the mere sight of her body. It felt good to know he liked what he saw.
Suddenly he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, dipped his head down slowly, and kissed her on the mouth. It was a tender hearted kiss at first, but then she parted her lips. Without need for more insentive, he allowed his tounge to pass into her mouth. She resipricated, darting hers around his. Both of them began to moan lightly as each completly surrendered to thire desires. It was finally happening, and not just in thought.
Suddenly pulling back from her lips, Spike dipped his head down lower and began to suck now at her right breast, giving it too some attention.
Her mouth opened in shock as his tounge made contact with the sensitive skin of her swollen pink nipple.
After a moment of this, Spike stood back up. He had intened to kiss her some more, but stopped suddenly when he realized she wasnt looking at him, but staring down.
She gazed down at his perfect stomach briefly then. His hard abs outlined in a way that suggested he worked out much more then he probably did, as the unnaturally strong creature that he was. Her eyes then traveled down lower, spotting his length hard and ready for her. Moving her whole body forward, she then allowed the tip and lenght of his member to graze the inside of her thigh. That skin felt so smooth- was it physically possible to get smoother? She would find out, and she moved her right hand down his inner thigh. Her left hand lifted above his shoulder, the sponge exuding soapy suds there.
He groaned lightly and stood straight, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her against him as he laid a soft kiss into her lips. Both their lips were moist with saliva, and the hot water coming from the shower mixed with these natural fluids to create an odd sort of sensation. They could both feel the difference between the solidity of the fluids, which only seemed to make this experience seem all the more wet feeling.
Buffy was an admirer of his body. It was so toned, so slick. She felt the soap from his thigh sliding down onto her knee, and she pulled one hand around the back of his neck. The heat of the water, his cool body, her own body was tingling and getting warmer. She could feel his already hard length against her thigh, and then grazing the areas of her clit- getting closer to where she needed it. She ached for it to be in its place. She dropped her hand and ran her fingers gingerly over his tip, teasing and rubbing its soft end.
Spike let his hands run the length of her back, going down and rubbing as he went. "Negotiations depend on what you're willing to give up." He said as he bent his head down and started to nibble at her neck, his mouth by her ear. "I may want to keep.... the towel.” he, of course, was using the towel as a metaphor for her.
One of his hands now traveled from the back of her thigh towards her entrance in the front.
She gasped, feeling his fingers graze her folds in the front. Closing her eyes, she let the water of the shower stream down her back. "I'll give up what I have to….. for the towel..."
He leaned into her, forcefully but not angrily, up against the wall near the spray of the shower. His let his fingers now lightly stroked her silky smooth spot, up and down, separating the folds.
She moaned loud now, as if she had tasted the best dessert of her life. She gasped and closed her eyes as one of his fingers entered her gently with ease
He was pleased to find her wet, warm, and pulsating. She was receptive to his touch, and completely giving in to his direction. He smiled, wanting this moment to never end. He watched briefly as she forcefully closed her mouth, attempting not to shout out in pleasure pains.
Buffy moaned softly again in reply at his circular motions, her smooth rocking motions connecting with his hand as she lifted her hips as he began to stroke. Her lips kissed whatever was close to her now- his ear, his cheek, nipping on his neck and a light bit on his ear.
Then he removed his right hand, letting it travel up, running across her stomach and waist before finally arriving to one of her breasts and gliding over it carefully.
She groaned in dissopointment, not wanting his hand removed. Getting antsy, she began to grind her pelvis harder into his, lowering her hips a bit before pushing upwards against his stiff shaft.
He grunted softly and quickly lifted one of her legs up against the bathtub rim with his free hand.
The vampire smiled at her slightly before kneeling down in the tub. He let his tongue run down between her breasts as he went... down her stomach, and past the belly button.
Buffy began to pant and after, what seemed an eternity, the blond vampire licked softly at her entrance.
The slayer groaned a long hard sound- not able to keep it in.
His licks were small and gentle at first, but then they slowly began to explore deeper, and rotate. They began low near her entrance, and then worked there way to the top.
He too made small moaning sounds, loving the taste and the feeling of her bending to his every whim. Taking a hand up to her entrance then, he slowly inserted a finger, continuing his rhythmic attacks, while simultaneously inserting and taking away his digit.
Buffy let her foot keep her leg up as he explored her swollen entrance. Her head fell back against the tile of the wall of the shower as she began to run both her hands through his bleached hair. "Oh God..." She said, never having felt this much want for another man. She was absolutly in a daze. She could hardly think of anything else other than needing him inside of her.
Letting his eyes gaze up, he watched as her moans turned to near shouts of yearning and lust. He wanted her worked up; he wanted her to know he needed her to enjoy herself as much as he liked to see her enjoy it too.
Not able to stand it a moment longer, she stopped him, and kneeled. She lowered one of her hands, taking his length gently and rubbing it.
His head falling back as she stroked in a steady pace much in the same way he had done to her.
Then, without warning, she lifted her leg, almost stradling him, and with that same hand began guiding his tip towards her entrance.
His eyes shot open when he felt his tip against her silky folds.
She looked back, a gaze of drowsy euphoria pleading with him to continue.
Letting his free hand ease the tip up to where it needed to go. He moved it about her silken entrance first, mimicking the movements he had made with his tongue moments before.
Nearly in a state of frenzied craze from wanting him, Buffy nodded, gasping. “I want you... please.”
Finding her entrance, and with one smooth motion while grabbing her hips, he then eased himself inside without any difficulty.
His reward was a shout of ecstasy, her hips rolling into his hard shaft acquisitively.
They both looked into each other's eyes for a second then. A wave of realization from both came to the surface instantly... knowing only in that moment that this was so right. But either way.... there was no going back now.
As she felt him move slowly inside of her, nothing mattered. His hard length filled her, and drew hardly any friction. And it had been easy for her to get wet and warm at the thought of him, so she had been more than ready… even before he had arrived.
One of her hands ran softly though his hair now as they began to move together, as if dancing. Both were in a hazy state of longing and instinct. Lightly she began to move up and down, beckoning him even further inside.
He inhaled sharply as he began to move in a steady rhythm. He thrust upward as he kissed her mouth passionately under the fall of warm water. He clinched his eyes shut a moment as she moved to greet his thrusts.
Her breathing picked up to pants.
Without warning, suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck, and then wrapped both legs around his back as he sat in the tub.
The hazel hues of her eyes were locked on his face, his beautifully chiseled face. With a shiver of energy, she tightened hard around his shaft and she yanked him against her with the same amount of force.
He smiled, suddenly wrapping one arm around her waist. In move fluid movement, he picked her up, and turned her over so that her back was against the tub. He laid back on top of her, never having seperated, and allowed her to lay against the wet porcelin. When he looked comfortable, Spike began to thrust again.
She moaned, now able to take him in more. The shower was still on, and the water splashed against his back and fell onto her breasts as they continued to move together in a steady wonderful rythum. He pulled almost all the way out once, before driving himself back in powerfully.
She pulled herself as close as she could get to him, and she had to pull away from his lips to gasp for air momentarily, and gushed a moan when he slammed up into her. "Oh god-" she gasped, her hand slipping on the wall before she regained her position. Buffy licked her lips, kissing him again, her eyes squeezed shut. He was so strong, so seductive and overwhelmingly gentle in general. It was intoxicating. She fought the need to keep from coming, not wanting this to ever stop. Her hands moved to the sides of his shoulders before she proceeded to meet him. Her eyes were shut in a frozen look of passionate feelings. Buffy's head dropped a bit as she whimpered her breaths quick and harsh. The water splashed all over them, intensifying the sound of zealous love making.
He thrust steadily, but gently... one hand against the wall, one on her hip. He licked her neck once in habit before opening his mouth and playfully biting her with his blunt teeth. He knew he couldn’t really bite into her neck and drink, but some part of his brain knew not to want to hurt her…. so the chip never went off. Even so- he was playing with fire- the temptation to drink was always there. It was this temptation, mixed with risk, which excited him further to venture in places he shouldn’t.
The whimpers became mixed with shudders and moans, it was becoming so good and too much for her. She blinked, hard, trying to look at him, but another surge of pleasure would rip through her and she shut her eyes again. "Oh dear god….yes….yes…" she whimpered out when she could look at him, her lips lightly quivering. Buffy let out one more cry, which could be counted to be loud enough as a yell before her shoulders shook harshly. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to look at him again; instead she just let it go and her head dropped as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body.
The sounds she gave sent shivers down his spine making him pull his head back up and look her in the eyes. He mouthed something before feeling her muscles clench around him. He groaned loudly and squeezed his eyes shut as he bend forward against the wall and thrust into her a last time. He loved her. There was no doubt in his mind that she was his. He stared down at her body as it arched into his hips as he came. Her breasts peeked and tightened, sprawled out into an almost divine display of the human body.

With a sudden gasp, Spike sat up in his bed as he woke up from his dream. He looked around in bed, seeing he was still crypt. He looked down, seeing one of the biggest hard-on's he had ever had under the sheets.
Shaking his head, he groaned in disappointment, flopping back down on the sheets flat and looking up at the ceiling.
The dreams were getting worse. More vivid, more real. There was only so much a bloke could take. What could he possibly do?
As he looked up, Spike spotted a coffin coming right out of the ceiling. A skeletal hand was sticking out of old rusted out metal casket, a ring sparkling on one of the digits there.
The blond tilted his head, reaching for it.
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