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The Question Game	By : KimberlyA Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Question Game: Round Three

Buffy's hands were reaching for the buttons on Spike's jeans when he grabbed both her wrists. "Careful, pet," he hissed, "or this could be over in about two seconds."

"Mmmmm ..." Buffy purred in his ear, "Try to hold out as long as you can, Spike, 'cause I'm hoping to make this last a long ... long ... long time."

Spike closed his eyes and silently prayed for strength. "Buffy ... luv ... why are you doing all this?"

Buffy pulled back slightly, though she remained seated on his lap, and smiled at him. It was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen, like sunshine in the dark crypt. "I guess we're back to the question game. Okay by me." She urged him to lean forward a bit, then pulled his black t-shirt over his head and rested her warm hands on his bare chest. Spike felt fire radiate from those two handprints on his skin, shooting heat straight to his increasingly desperate cock.

"Why am I doing this?" Buffy mused quietly, watching her hands move slowly oSpikSpike's pectoral muscles to lightly brush his tight nipples. Spike groaned softly and closed his eyes again, tilting his head back in an agony of anticipation. "Why? Because I'm having fun, Spike."

Spike's eyes shot open. "Fun?" he sputtered indignantly.

Buffy playfully wagged her index finger at him, and he felt the loss of her hand against his skin as if he'd lost a limb. "Ah ah ah, Spikey," she chastised. "It's not your turn. My question. Lemme think a sec ..."

After a moment of stroking his chest in apparently random patterns, she suddenly said, "I've got one. Spike ... my question is ... what do you want ... right now?"

"You," he groaned. "Oh, you, Buffy! God, I want you so badly!"

Buffy tilted her head curiously and looked up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought, then shook her head and coyly looked back at Spike. "Nope. Not specific enough. Try again. What specifically do you want me to do?" She shifted slightly in his lap, and Spike frantically grabbed her hips to still her movement, afraid he'd lose control at the slightest provocation. He did not want this to end yet. Especially not before he'd even gotten his jeans off.

"I want ..." Spike was breathless. Bloody ridiculous state for a vampire to be in, but it was true. "I need ... time to ... calm down a bit, pet. ... Need you to ... not touch me ... for a minute."

Buffy obligingly climbed off of his lap and stood before him. He felt suddenly chilled without the incredible heat of her body against his, but at least she wasn't squirming against his erection anymore. She watched him with wide, dark eyes as she said, "If I can't touch you, maybe you can touch me.nd tnd then she pulled her blouse over her head and let it drop at her feet. No bra! Holy shit, no bra! God, I wish it wasn't so dark in here!

Spike couldn't blink, couldn't make a sound or formulate a thought, as Buffy pulled her hands up and cupped her breasts together, forming deep cleavage. As she slowly and deliberately bent at the waist, her breasts nearing his mouth, she whispered, "Your question, Spike," and then she brushed one nipple against his lips.

Spike gripped the arms of his chair with both hands, desperately trying to prevent himself from simply grabbing Buffy, throwing her to theor, or, and tearing the rest of their clothes off so that he could plunge into her over and over again until they were both sated. But no amount of willpower could prevent his lips from parting to allow Buffy's nipple entrance. He tentatively ran his tongue over her erect nipple, and they both moaned in unison.

"Question, Spike. Or do you want to stop playing?"

Stop? Dear god, they couldn't stop now or he'd be scarred for life! Or unlife ... or undeath ... hatehatever ... Not thinking so clearighright now.

"Question?" he rasped against her nipple. "Uh ... okay ..." His mind was reeling, searching for a question, then hit paydirt. "Oh! Got one! What did you mean ..." another slow lick against her nipple, and then Buffy moved to offer him the other one, to which he offered the same lazily thorough treatment. Oh ... right ... question. "What did you mean ..." he murmured against her skin, his cool breath making her moist nipple harden even further, "when you said you were doing this 'cause it's 'fun'?"

Buffy straightened. "Are you saying this isn't fun?" She crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow questioningly.

Oh shit! "No, 'course not! I mean ... yeah, it's fun ... it's more than fun ... it's bloody amazing!" How to dig himself out of this hole? "What I meant, luv, is ... well ... is it just fun?" He hurried to add, "An' it's okay if it is ... was just askin', ya know ..."

Buffy dropped her arms and smiled at him gently. "Honest answer, Spike? I don't know. But what I do know is that fun means a lot more than you seem to think. I mean ... I'm playing, Spike! I'm having fun! Last night and today ... this is ... god, Spike! I feel like me again! Making smart-ass remarks and teasing you and just ... just having fun. And that means a lot to me right now. More than you know. I need it."

Spike growled and pulled her back onto his lap. "Think I can guarantee you're gonna get it, Slayer!" Buffy squealed and giggled, trying to right herself, but then Spike had latched his mouth onto one of her breasts and began sucking and she forgot all about her struggles. She clutched his head to her and groaned low in her throat as she felt his tongue moving against her in rhythm with the delicious suction.

After a moment, she determinedly pulled herself to her feet again, and Spike let her go with a great show of reluctance. Watching his eyes, she removed her shoes and tossed them aside, then slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She stood before him in nothing but the panties that were deeply perfumed by her earlier climax, and smiled.

Spike's cock was sitting up and begging for attention, but at least he wasn't so close to the edge now. He reached for the buttons on his jeans, only to meet Buffy's hands there. She grinned and began unbuttoning him.

When she'd pulled his jeans down to his ankles, she was stopped by his boots. She knelt between his feet and went to work on removing them, then pulled his jeans off, while Spike lifted up to help her.

When he was completely naked, and she knelt between his feet wearing only a pair of skimpy panties, Buffy ran her hands slowly up his legs, then looked into his eyes.

"Spike?" her voice was a bit husky now, and he wondered what she was thinking. Then she answered his unspoken question. "Remember what you were ... imagining ... last night?" The question itself was relatively innocent, but his cock jumped at the memory.

"Yeah." His own voice was deep, rasping.

Buffy ducked her head slightly, as if shy. "Remember the question I asked you?"

Spike frowned slightly in confusion. Her reticence was making this a bit difficult. "Um ... which question, pet?" His cock was twitching in anticipation of whatever she was getting at, but Spike tried to force his voice to remain gently reassuring.

She said softly, "When I asked you ... if ... if you wanted ... to feel ... my mouth on you."

Spike's entire body jerked in reaction. "Oh Jesus!" Taking a deep breath to try to calm himself, Spike said, "Yeah, pet. I remember."

Buffy slowly, delicately stroked her hands up Spike's inner thighs as she whispered, "I want that, too."

Spike clenched his eyes shut, repeating silently, frantically, over and over again, Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. I'm bloody well calm, now ain't I? Calm. Not gonna cum. Not gonna cum. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. ...
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Hesitating a moment, Buffy glanced over at the discarded whipped cream can lying on the floor. Then she turned back to face Spike -- whose lips seemed to be moving in some silent, desperate litany -- and said, "I just want to taste you, Spike. Maybe I'll use the whipped cream next time." And then she leaned over and licked his cock from base to tip in one long, slow stroke, eliciting a strangled moan from Spike. Her tongue lingered at the head, circling, exploring, tasting his pre-cum. "Mmmmm ... you taste soooo good."

The skin of his cock was stretched taut, except for the foreskin, which had pulled back to reveal the swollen head. Buffy paused a moment to admire it ... Spike's cock was really quite beautiful ... but then she couldn't wait to taste him again, and leaned forward once more.

She grasped his shaft in one hand and took the head into her moist mouth. She'd always worried that she wouldn't have enough spit to do this, but that wasn't turning out to be a problem. She'd started salivating just thinking about it.

Sucking gently on the head of Spike's cock, Buffy began stroking her hand up and down his shaft, loving the noises Spike made in response. He sounded so sexy, so turned on, like she was driving him crazy with pleasure. She leaned down to take more of his cock into her mouth, sucking greedily, and Spike's entire body tensed and twitched. She swirled her tongue around him, then began a rhythm ... up, down, up, down ... sometimes also using her hand on his now-slick shaft ... sometimes sucking more exclusively on the head for a few strokes in a row.

As Spike's hips began to move in uncontrollable little thrusts, she increased both her suction and her speed, circling the head luxuriously with her tongue on each up stroke. Spike was panting and moaning, muttering random pleas and curses. "Oh fuck, Buffy ... oh god ... oh my god ... yes, like that, luv ... ahhhh, yes ... yessssss ... ah, slower! slower! ... god, yes ... just want it to last, pet ... oh holy fuck! ... whatever you're doing, pet, don't stop! ... don't stop! ... oh god ... oh god ... Buffy ... so beautiful ... so warm ... so sweet ... please, pet ... like that ... ah, yes! ... god, your tongue! ... god! ... fuck! ... oh fuck! ..."

Lifting her mouth from him for only a moment, Buffy murmured, "Try to hold back, Spike. Make it last." And then her mouth was on him again, relentless.

"Tryin', pet," Spike gasped. "Tryin'! Oh bloody hell that's good!"
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Spike was absolutely certain that he was going to spontaneously combust if he didn't cum soon, but it felt so good that he couldn't stand to let it end. Buffy's mouth on him was so hot, so tight, so wet ... her tongue so agile and enthusiastic. And she kept up that incredible suction seemingly forever, apparently never tiring. Never thought I'd be so grateful for Slayer strength!

And she was making these incredibly sexy little moaning and slurping noises, like she was sucking on the most delicious popsicle ever ... like she loved the taste of him. He'd never heard anything so incredibly hot!

And then -- bloody hell! -- still sucking, still licking, still sliding her lips up and down him -- she reached down to fondle his balls gently, to stroke the skin behind them ... and suddenly his whole body stiffened and he was cumming, howling, arching off the chair as if he'd been electrocuted. It was the hardest he'd ever cum -- it was amazing, incredible, unbelievable -- and he blacked out in the aftermath.

When hazy awareness returned, he found Buffy curled in his lap again, naked. She'd pulled the blanket over them and snuggled her head against his shoulder. Her hair felt soft and silky against his hyper-sensitized skin. Gently ... so gently ... she kissed the side of his neck, and he shivered.

Spike couldn't seem to make his mouth form words, so he just mmmm'd, and felt Buffy's smile against his neck. He could just fall asleep like this, with her warm and soft in his arms. He'd never dreamed anything could feel this precious, this right. It was like a miracle.

"Thank you, Spike," she whispered. Spike made an inarticulate, disbelieving choking noise, and she chuckled lightly. "No, I mean it." Her voice was as warm and comforting as the blanket spread over him, and he slipped nearer and nearer to sleep as she continued murmuring quietly in the dark crypt. "Thank you for opening up to me, Spike. For helping me open up to you, too. For letting me play."

She was quiet a long moment, lifting one hand to softly stroke his hair. "This is the closest I've felt to anyone since I got back. That's why I was thanking you, Spike. For ... letting me get close, and not pushing me, and ... seeing me. Seeing what I needed."

Her voice was even quieter a moment later, when she repeated, "Thank you, Spike."

And then they both slept.

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Sheesh! Will Spike and Buffy ever go "all the way"? And, hey! Does Spike even remember that whole thing about Buffy's perfect dream date? Find out on the next exciting episode of ... The Question Game!
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