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Fight or Flight	By : spuffy23 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2- Bite Me
Spike was on an Island where it was only he, Buffy, and no such thing as soldier boys. Ahh heaven he mused. And there she was, dressed in her skimpy light pink bikini. With those thighs that begged for him, and that cleavage that teased him.

"Spike" she breathed.
She walked up to him. Slowly sliding her hand up her beautiful body. She was covered in oil and her pale skin, shone in the moonlight. Slowly, ever so slowly, Buffy pulled the strings off the bikini top, exposing her perfect breasts to his gaze.

She circher her nipples, all the while walking closer and closer to him.
"Spike," she hummed, the sound escaping her soft lips. "Help me, Spike,"
Buffy was little more then a foot away frim, im, as she slid her hand all the way down into the thong bikini that looked like it had been made for her.
"Help me, I can't reach," She gently removed her hand, and reached for his.

"Ohh Buffy," He murmured.
His hand slowly inching it�s way downwards. He could feel her trimmed hair, just where it started.
"You�re a pig Spike, and I don't find that amusing," She spoke in a harsh tone this time.
He tried to look up at her, but everything was black. Spike felt a sharp jab in his side, as he realised that he was no longer dreaming.

"Ouch!" he cried out, disoriented.
"Shut up!" Buffy whispered.
He felt her body heat, and could smell her so close to him. It took mere seconds for his vampiric eyes to adjust. Once they did, it was of little use anyway. He tried to move his hand to wipe away the blur, but discovered that his hands were tightly bound. He moved around in fits, attempting to get free.

"Would you quit it?" Buffy whispered harshly, kicking him lightly.
"Ah? Slayer, where the hell are we?" He whispered back.
Spike felt her hair brushing against his face. He inhaled deeply, taking in the whole intoxicating scent.

"We are in the trunk of the demons car. We�re being taken to his master, who plans to eat us," Buffy whispered, so close.
"Oh," Spike took it all in.
"Well you�re taking this rather well," Buffy mused.
"Well what do you want me to do pet? Have a panic attack like you? How long have I been out?" He replied, trying not to notice just how close Buffy was.
They were touching. Everywhere. Her calves folded around his, her supple thighs rested just above his. Her ass was touching his� Think non dirty thoughts, he pleaded with himself.

"I don't know, maybe half an hour," Buffy shrugged, but it was hard to tell in the dark.
"Shouldn't we nearly be there then?" He assumed.
"Don't think so, the demon guy said get cosy, cause it was gonna be a long ride," She answered.
There was something in her tone of voice, which he couldn't quite place.
"Right, like that's possible, trying to be cosy next to you," He scoffed.
Spike felt Buffy straighten her back, as if she was offended.
"Like I want to be in here with you!" she retorted.

"Your feet smell," Buffy announced, after a moment of silence.
"No slayer that's you! I don't sweat� dead remember?" He insisted.
He playfully nudged her.
"You don't sweat? Like ever?" Buffy mused. "Like not even when your. you. know." her words trailed off

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Spike grinned.
"When?" He whispered right into her ear.
She ignored the shiver that ran down her spine.
"When you�re fighting, that�s what I meant," Buffy lied.
She inched further away from him. Spike�s mind begged for her to move back, though parts of her were still touching him.

After moving just an inch further away, she felt better. Not so hot, the heat was suffocating her. It may have been a large trunk, but she still wished for a little more room. In addition, for her hands not to be tied behind her back. As soon as the thought of her hands entered her mind, her body overheated again. Her hands were still touching him, just. They were also resting, merely two centimetres above where she knew she shouldn't be touching. Her heart raced when she thought about it. Buffy willed herself to stop, but it was just so hot. Perspiration begun to bead on her skin.

"Spike," she whispered.
He could feel her hands and wanted them to touch him. That, and the scent of her body, was driving him nuts. He was struggling to keep himself body under control.
"Yeah?" he whispered back.
"I'm really hot, I can't breathe," she meekly replied.
"Well, it's not my feet," he grumped.
"I'm serious, I think I'm going to pass out," She sounded so weak, like a little girl.
He blew on the back of her neck, she noisily sighed.

"Hows that?" he asked.
"Better," she rasped, inching closer to him.
"You�re cold," Buffy said, as she put her skilad lad legs over his.
Spike could feel the heat radiating from her body. He wasn't sure just how much more of this, that he could take. He blew cold air on her neck, this time for longer. She moaned.

I can't believe I just moaned! He is going to think I'm an idiot! Buffy's thoughts cried out to her.
Her soft moan was his undoing. His body began to react to the soft little sound. Slowly it began to rise and strain at the material of his jeans. His cock would eventually reach up and touch Buffy's bound hands. When it did, he blew on her soft skin, praying that she wouldn�t notice.

"Spike!" She rasped in shock, and attempted to shuffle over.
"Sorry, but your moaning luv, and I think that all this suffocation and lack of air is making be delirious," Spike felt humiliated.
"You don't breathe!" she cried.

She couldn't believe that Spike had become aroused by her moaning. After thinking about Spike, being all turned on, she willed herself to stop. Buffy kept on remembering the way his eyes looked into her. The sound of his voice at the base of her neck was making her feel flushed. He was so close, even after she had moved over, she could feel his unnecessary breathing against her back and neck. She was getting goose bumps all over, just thinking about it. She heard him sniffing, and then he suddenly stopped breathing at all.

"What?" She questioned.
She couldn't smell anything, but he could smell her. He could tell that she wanted him, wanted him to touch her. It was driving him mad the smell was intoxicating. He was so hard that he thought it might pop. Spike didn't realise that he was holding his breath, so he wouldn't scream and jump on top of her.
He inched closer, so that her hands were only a millimetre away from his throbbing cock. Buffy didn't move, she didn't even breathe. Slowly, ever so slowly he inched his lips towards her neck. He kissed so softly he was unsure she even felt it. He sure did.

With all her might, she kicked him backwards.
"You son of a bitch you tried to bite me!" she rolled around, as if fighting for her life.
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