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Title: Can�t Sleep

Title: Can�t Sleep

Author: Cin DianaGodessa@yahoo.com

Summary: Based on my crazed imagination & all the nights I
was up w/ insomnia. Buffy is having
trouble sleeping so she calls up her close friend to see if he can help her
out. AU SPUFFY. Rated NC17.

Disclaimer: I do not own a
thing except for my wicked imagination.
All characters and whatnot belong to Joss Whedon, 20th
Century Fox, and Mutant Enemy productions.
I�m sure UPN and the WB have a say in there somewhere, too.

Author's Note: Feedback is
more than welcomed and encouraged. I�m
still new at all this�

I�d like to say thank you to
my wonderful friend and beta Sweetie.
Without you I never would have thought I could do this. To all that who can�t sleep at night� this
is for you. Enjoy!!

Sorry it�s taken so long for
he update� writer�s block is not my friend.
& sorry this chapter isn�t all smut-tacular. I promise much more in the next chapter

Can�t Sleep

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Buffy sighed and put her book back on her
nightstand. She ran her hand through
her hair in frustration. All night long
all she had tried to do was forget about Spike and of course he�s the only thing
she can think about. She actually
stared at the same page of her book fantasizing about what she wished Spike was
doing to her right now.

�I�m all hormones these days, aren�t I?� she
asked out to the emptiness of her room.

She brought her knees up and leaned against
her pile of pillows. Her right hand
slowly brushed across her exposed stomach right along the top of the hemline to
her panties. Buffy closed her eyes and
tilted her head back. Her thoughts
drifted off to Spike, wondering if he was lying in his bed touching himself as
he thought of her.

�It�s only fairhe the thought, �he�s
got to think of me while he gets off� I wouldn�t want it any other way.�

The thought of
Spike lying naked in his bed touching himself was making her moist. She could feel the trickle of her juices
flowing between her nether lips. Buffy
reached inside her panties and stroked her fingers through her cropped curls.

�Mmm�� Buffy bit
her lower lip slightly as she softly ran her fingertips over her slit,
collecting droplets of her womanly moisture.

Buffy raised her
hips and slid her panties off, dropping them on the floor. She kept her knees bent and her legs spread
as she ran her fingers up and down her now wet slit. Her free hand slithered its way up under shirt, stroking her
breasts.

In her mind�s eye
she could picture Spike slowly stroking himself, as his length grew hard and
long. The planes of his muscles defined
as his pace quickened.

Buffy visualized
herself there. Standing there in his
room watching him touch himself. Her
dream Spike would open his eyes and see her standing, watching him as her own
fingers stroked her sex.

Buffy rubbed her
two fingers against her opening, teasing herself, as she coated her fingers in
her juices. She circled her fingers
around her clit and whimpered. She
wanted to cum so badly and knew she could bring herself off quickly, but wanted
to make the daydream last a bit longer.

In her daydream
she watched herself walk up to Spike�s bed and rub her clit as she pinched her
nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
Spike just stared at her wide eyed as he pumped his fist over his
engorged cock, a sheen of sweat beading from his forehead.

�Oh�� Buffy moaned softly,
�Please, Spike� I need you in me.�

Buffy slid two fingers into her dripping
opening and pumped them in and out. Mewling
sounds of enjoyment spilled from her lips.
Her face was flushed from the excitement.

�Oh, God,
yes��

Buffy jumped at the noise that Spike made as
he fell into her room partially. She
quickly covered herself with her blanket.
She was turning at least twenty shades of red at being caught moaning
his name as she touched herself.

�What the hell are you doing?!?� She cried
out.

Spike didn�t answer. He just lay there limp.

�Spike?
Oh, shit��

Buffy scrambled out of bed and kneeled over
Spike.

�Oh, jeez� Oh, jeez!� Buffy took Spike from the shoulders and laid
him out on her bedroom floor. She
tapped him lightly on the cheek, hoping he�d regain consciousness.

Buffy noticed the large knot forming on his
forehead and was debating if she should run get him some ice now or wait until
he came to.

�I see London, I see France, I see you�re
not wearing underpants,� Spike said in a groggy voice. He tried to let out a chuckle, but it came
out a pitiful moan instead. He raised
himself up on his elbow and gingerly touched the bump on his head.

Buffy rolled her eyes at his lack of
underpants comment. She helped him up
and Spike rested his weight on her shoulders.

�I�m fine, pet, really.� Spike managed to say feebly as he stumbled
standing.

�Fine my ass,� Buffy mumbled as she led him
to her bed. She helped him crawl in and
covered him with her blanket.

�Don�t move. I�m going to get some ice for that bump. You could have a concussion.� She turned to leave and glanced over her
shoulder. He lay there with his eyes
closed and a silly grin on his face.

Buffy was back in a matter of minutes
holding an ice pack, a bottle of aspirin, and a glass of water. She sat on the edge of the bed and put the
aspirin in his hand.

�Take this.
You�re going to have one hell of a headache.�

Spike took the offered glass of water and
downed the pills. Buffy placed the ice
pack over his now bruising lump.

�Mind telling me why you decided to take up
Peeping Tom as a new hobby?�

Spike shrugged. �I just wanted to see you.�

�Oh�� Buffy stood and walked over to her
window closing it gently.

When she turned to look at Spike he had a
wicked glint in his eye. She saw he had
her panties dangling from his finger.
Her eyes grew wide and her cheeks darkened to a crimson shade. Buffy lunged across his torso, trying to
grab her undergarment from his hands, but he held it out of her reach.

�Give me those!�

Buffy�s body wiggled across his torso as she
reached for her panties, her black shirt riding up in the back, exposing the
firm round globes of her ass. Spike
licked his lips in appreciation. His
left hand dropped within reach for Buffy to grab her underwear from him as she
felt his other hand caress her backside.
Buffy let out a little squeak of surprise.

�So, do you do that often, love?� His voice was husky and lids hooded. He tilted his head back and put the ice pack
back on his forehead. He closed his
eyes, allowing the cold to soothe some of his current pain. He�d need a cold shower to take care of the
other part of him that was still swelling.

Buffy sat up and slipped her panties back
on, not looking at his face.

�Do what?�

�Say my name when you touch yourself?� His face gave way to no expression, but his
insides screamed, knowing that she thought of him and wanted him in that way
even when he wasn�t around.

Buffy slid under the covers and rested her
head on his chest trying to act nonchalant.

�Do you usually slip and knock yourself out
when you spy on the neighborhood girls?�

Spike opened one eye and looked down at her.

�I do not spy on the neighborhood girls,� he
raised his hand as if taking an oath, �First and last time. I�ve learned my lesson.�

Buffy reached over him and shut off the lamp.
�You�re going to have to stay here for the
night. Last thing I need is for you to
fall down the tree or slip into a coma when you�re sleeping.�

He wrapped his arm around Buffy and held her
close. Buffy sighed and curled against
his side, listening softly to his heart beating.

�You didn�t answer my question, pet,� he
said with a smirk on his lips. It was
wasted in the dark, but he knew she�d know it was there.

�What question was that?�

�Do you say my name often when you touch
yourself?� He shifted in the bed and
Buffy could feel his hard cock pressing against his jeans. She just had to reach her hand out a bit and
she�d be able to stroke his length. She
had to use her self-restraint not to touch him in such an intimate way.

Buffy raised her head and looked at
Spike. She could manage to make out the
outline of his face looking at her.
Maybe it was the darkness, but a part of her just felt naughty and she
was still unfulfilled from her earlier exploits. Her hand reached out and she gently raked her nails over the
denim that covered Spike�s hard-on.
Spike let out a groan.

She leaned forward and whispered near his
ear. �Maybe��

Spike wanted nothing more than for Buffy to
undo his pants and take his length in her hand. His head throbbed, but he didn�t care. He wanted to feel her around him. Her hand, her mouth, her tight core� he didn�t care which.

�Do you think of me? Do call out my name as you touch yourself in
the shower? When you touch yourself in
bed?�

Buffy couldn�t believe she just asked Spike
such a personal question. Sure he could
do it, but Buffy never thought she�d be able to ask him, to know if her fantasy
was real. The thought of it all was
making her wet all over again. At this
rate she�d have to take care of herself real fast since he wasn�t in such good
shape to do it for her.

Spike reached his hand between them and ran
it against the cotton lining of her panties.
He could feel how wet she was becoming.

�All the time, love,� he purred.

Buffy
bit her bottom lip as she felt his fingers push aside the fabric of her panties
to seek purchase of her moist folds.
She rested her forehead against his chest as her breathing became
ragged. Spike traced her damp folds
with his fingertip and slowly circled her clit with his thumb.

Buffy whimpered, �We shouldn�t be doing
this, Spike. You�re hurt.�

�Shhh� nonsense. Let me finish what you started before I rudely interrupted.�

Buffy let out a little giggle and sighed as
she let the waves of pleasure overcome her body. Her hand fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans. Spike let
out a breath he didn�t realize he was holding as he felt his erection being
released into Buffy�s delicate hand.

Buffy wrapped her hand around his girth and slowly
stroked from the tip of his cock down, spreading the pre-cum over his shaft in
the process. Spike�s hips lifted off
the bed at the feel of her hand pumping his cock. He grit his teeth, suppressing a small moan.

Spike separated Buffy�s pink folds and
slowly inserted two fingers. The heel
of his palm pressed against the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Buffy�s hips were thrusting against his
hand, riding his fingers, bringing her closer to the edge.

Buffy felt the sensations washing over
her. She quickened the pace of her
strokes over Spike�s member. A smile
spread across his face, knowing that she was coming close to her orgasm. Buffy�s breathing was labored and heavy as
she thrust her hips against Spike�s hand at a rushed pace.

�Cum for me, pet,� Spike whispered against
her hair.

�Oh, God�� Buffy moaned into his chest.

Buffy�s heated juices covered Spike�s hand
as she came, her inner walls fluttering about his fingers. Buffy�s hand stilled on Spike�s cock as she
came. Her fingers flexed slightly about
him as her body convulsed in bliss.

Buffy raised her head and looked at Spike�s
face. A smile splayed across her
lips.

�Thanks, I needed that.�

Spike removed his hand and fixed Buffy�s
underwear so that she�d be comfortable.
He reached his hand u pla place the ice pack back on his forehead.
�Least I can do��

Buffy looked up at Spike�s face and then
down at his exposed cock. His 7 and �
inch cock was lying fully erect against his toned abs.

�What about you?� Buffy said. Her voice was husky with desire.

Spike kept his eyes closed and his hand
holding the ice pack in place. A small
smile crept upon his lips.

�Do whatever you like, love��

Buffy licked her lips slowly. She reached her hand out and softly ran her
fingertips from the base to the tip.

Spike gasped and flinched slightly at the
unexpected soft contact. He felt Buffy
move and shift her weight, but wasn�t too sure what she was planning. His eyes flew open when he felt Buffy�s
tongue circle the head of his cock.

Buffy smiled inwardly when she saw the
surprised reaction from Spike. She
twirled her tongue around the head of his cock and licked the underside of the
head softly. Buffy crawled between
Spike�s legs to better position herself.

Spike managed to stay silent as Buffy took
his swollen head into her warm mouth.
She stroked his shaft as she took more of his length into her mouth. Buffy circled her tongue around the head of
his cock again and Spike let out a small groan. Buffy�s right hand weighed and gently massaged his sac as her head
bobbed up and down.

Buffy could feel herself becoming wet all
over again. She took a deep breath and
took the majority of his length into her mouth. She sucked on Spike�s cock and moaned, causing a vibration to
course through Spike.

Spike reached his hand out and rested it in
Buffy�s hair.

�Almost��

Spike was so turned on from his earlier
exploits with Buffy that he had to use some control not to have this encounter
end before it ever really started. He
loved that Buffy would always be the one to initiate the blowjobs. He never had to ask for one.

Buffy doubled her efforts. She continued to manipulate his sac as she
hollowed her cheeks in effort to suck harder; her other hand stroked in time
with her mouth. Buffy moaned around his
cock again. She knew he liked the feel
of it and hearing her moan in pleasure.

�I�m gonna cum,� Spike moaned.

Buffy didn�t move. Spike grit his teeth as he emptied himself into her mouth. Buffy swallowed each spurt of his salty
fluids with joy, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Buffy ran her tongue over his cumslit,
cleaning up every last drop. She raised
her head and wiped away a bit of cum that had escaped her lips with the tip of
her finger, her long blonde hair tickling his stomach.

Spike reached for Buffy and tugged her arm
for her to lie next to him. Buffy lay
on her side curling herself against Spike�s side. She tilted her head back and looked up at Spike. Spike was looking down at her. He had taken the ice pack off at some point
and he had a nice purplish egg sized lump on his forehead now. Buffy reached up and softly touched the wound
with her fingertips. Spike winced and
let out a hiss of pain. She quickly
pulled her hand back.

�Sorry,� she mumbled, �I guess it hurts,
doesn�t it?�

�Not too bad, pet��

He leaned down and pressed his lips softly
against hers. Buffy sighed into his
kiss. It was a kiss so simple, yet so
full of affection and they both felt it.
Their lips parted and Buffy could feel his warm breath fanning across
her lips. She had her eyes closed and
could feel herself begin to drift.

�Time for you to get some sleep, love.�

Spike sat up in bed and stood up
slowly. Buffy felt him leave the bed
and her eyes popped open.

�Where do you think you�re going?� Buffy sat up and looked at Spike slightly
confused. �You could still have a
concussion. I�I thought that you were
sleeping here.�

Spike turned around and gave her a smile. His hands reached for the waistband of his
jeans and pulled them down. Careful not
to lose his balance, he kicked them off and crawled back under the covers next
to her.

�Can�t sleep in those bloody things��

eacheached for her and she came willingly. Buffy pressed her body against his side and
listened to his heart beating. She
sighed, feeling her body relax once more.
Spike wrapped his arm around her, holding her to him.

�Waking up with you naked in my bed should
be interesting, don�t ya think?�

Spike mumbled something sounding like an
agreement as his breathing deepened and he began to drift off.

�G�night, love,� Spike mumbled softly.

Buffy lay there listening to Spike�s deep
even breaths. When she knew he was
asleep she let herself soak in the feel of his arm around her and him lying in
her bed. This was something like what
she secretly wanted, for them to share a night together. A night of passionate lovemaking where he
tells her he loves her and she declares the same. Then they fall asleep sated in each other�s naked arms. Buffy closed her eyes.

�Goodnight, William,� she whispered and
drifted off to sleep.
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