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Giles shook his
head, smiling slightly as he watched Buffy and Spike reemerge. They both looked
considerably more rumpled than they had when they’d gone off together, and it
was clear from looking at them where their conversation had gone.
He knew he should
most likely be bothered by the idea of his friend and his step-daughter, but
after losing two wives, he couldn’t seem to find it in him to wish loneliness
on anyone – and Spike had certainly been lonely for too long. Furthermore, Buffy
could do worse for herself, and Giles knew if nothing else, she’d have someone
who was devoted and loyal.
Buffy and Spike
parted ways as they entered the room, with Spike going around to greet the
guests who had arrived since he’d gone off with Buffy,
and Buffy returning to Giles. She blushed as she approached her step-father.
“William and I were just…um…talking.”
Giles chuckled.
“It’s quite all right, my dear. He’s a good man.”
“So you don’t
mind if I…you know…like him?”
“No, I don’t mind
if you ‘like him,’” Giles replied with an almost-teasing smile.
“Well, that’s
good, because he asked me something, but I wanted to talk to you about it
first, because I’m here to visit you, and I didn’t want to just take off, and
I’m not really, because it’s only a weekend, but…”
“Buffy, slow down
and just ask me what you want to ask me,” Giles said, unable to follow her
rambling.
“Oh. Spike has
some stuff he has to do in London this weekend, and he
wanted me to come with him. But I didn’t want to just desert you either.”
“You wouldn’t be.
Honestly, it’ll help me out, since I thought you would probably want to see London, but I could do without
going into the city myself. I’m getting too old for it.”
Buffy laughed
lightly. “So you really don’t mind?”
“No,
not at all. Go and have a good time.”
Buffy hugged her
step-father, taking the man completely by surprise. “Sorry,” she said as she
pulled back. “I forgot we were surrounded by Britishness.
I guess I’m not supposed to be all touchy-feely.”
Giles patted her
shoulder. “It’s quite all right.” He glanced over Buffy’s head and caught Spike
watching her, barely even pretending to be engaged in the conversation with the
man beside him, and Giles shook his head. This certainly wasn’t what he’d
expected to happen during Buffy’s visit, but he didn’t think it was exactly a
bad thing. They did both seem rather taken with each other.
Buffy’s entire
face lit up when she looked at him, and Giles realized the last time he’d seen
her look like that, her mother was alive.
It didn’t take
long until Spike was back with Giles and Buffy, though Giles quickly made up an
excuse to leave, knowing that both of them would be unwilling to simply tell
him they wanted more time alone.
“So what do you
say we just ditch this place? Go find somewhere a little more exciting?” Spike
asked her with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Buffy giggled.
“It’s your party. You have to play host.”
Spike sighed
dramatically. “Bugger.”
“We’ll have alone
time later,” Buffy promised him, moving a little closer. “Lots of alone time,”
she added in a whisper.
Spike grinned and
closed what little space there was between them. “Just so we’re clear, you
aren’t sleeping in the guest room at my London flat this weekend.”
“Does that mean I
should wear my sexy panties?” Buffy teased, the look on her face making Spike
wish he could drag her upstairs right then.
“God yes,” Spike
replied, his words almost a moan. He leaned in and whispered against her ear,
“I’ve thought about you every night since I left California. Wanted
you so badly I ached.”
Buffy closed her
eyes, her breath coming out in a shuddered puff as she imagined him alone in
bed, stroking his cock as he thought of her. She didn’t think she’d ever wanted
a man that badly in her life.
“I thought about
you, too,” she admitted. “I…I didn’t want to. I wanted to be angry at you for
how you left, but you’d creep into my thoughts anyway, and I couldn’t make you
stay gone.”
Spike glanced
around, noticing his guests were mingling with each other and not paying any
attention to him and Buffy. He pulled her back into the hallway and kissed her
thoroughly, making Buffy’s knees tremble.
When he broke away, he was grinning rakishly at her. “All right, I
think I can get through this party now. Just try not to look too hot.” He
winked, and Buffy giggled, feeling deliciously giddy. She couldn’t remember the
last time she’d been this attracted to anyone – if she’d ever been this
attracted to anyone. And to have a second chance with him…
It felt like fate.
Spike kissed her again, though this time, it was a gentle kiss to her
forehead. Still, it was enough to make her toes curl. “I’ll come find you again
in a little while,” he promised before stepping back into the crowd and
resuming his host duties.
Unable to stop the dreamy little smile from appearing on her face,
Buffy rejoined the party as well.
*** *** ***
He couldn’t take his eyes off her all night. She looked radiant in a
green sweater and long, black skirt, her blonde hair falling in waves around
her shoulders. She was most likely the youngest person in the room, and yet
Spike watched as she charmed everyone she spoke to, keeping up with the
conversations of people easily twice her age.
If the notion hadn’t been completely insane, he would’ve said he was in
love.
From the moment he’d seen her, he’d been completely taken with her, the
instant connection they’d made so strong it had frightened him. He’d thought he
could walk away from her and whatever this was would go away, but apparently,
the universe had other plans for him. Here she was, finding her way into his
life a second time, and this time, he wasn’t going to run away.
And right now, he wasn’t going to spend anymore time pretending he
wanted to be talking to anyone but her.
He approached her as she stood by the bar, sipping a martini. She
locked her eyes with him from across the room, smirking before she lifted a
toothpick-speared olive to her mouth, making a show of wrapping her tongue
around it before she sucked it off.
Spike moved towards her a little faster.
Quickly scanning the room to make sure Giles was otherwise engaged,
Spike set Buffy’s glass on the bar and took her by the hand, leading her back
into his study. Immediately, he was on her, kissing her as he brought her over
to the couch, guiding her to lie down with him on top of her.
Buffy giggled beneath him, feeling tipsy from both what she’d had to
drink that night and the lust coursing through her. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t know,” Spike admitted as he moved from her lips to her neck,
sucking the pulsepoint he found there. “Just had to be touching you.”
“Mmm…touching’s
good,” Buffy agreed as she writhed beneath him, her hands running along his
back and into his hair.
However, when his hand began to sneak up her skirt, Buffy quickly
swatted it away. “Not that much touching.”
Spike lifted his head and looked at her with the most pitiful expression
she’d ever seen. “Why not?”
“Because there’s tons of people not very far
away,” Buffy pointed out. “Including my step-father.” She leaned up and pressed
her lips to his ear. “And I bet you’re gonna make me scream.”
“Oh god, pet,” Spike groaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”
Buffy reached down between them, cupping her hand around the bulge in
his pants before Spike had a chance to realize what she was doing. “Holy shit. You are sporting some serious wood, aren’t you?”
Spike moaned and thrust himself into her hand. “Buffy,
please. It’s been…” He sighed and dipped his head to rest against hers.
“It’s been too bloody long.”
Buffy pushed on his chest, and Spike sighed as he sat up. Despite the
disappointment and the lust he couldn’t seem to push down, he knew she was
probably right. Their first time together shouldn’t be wasted on a quick shag on a couch. “Yeah, I guess we should…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Buffy was walking towards the
door. “Does this lock?”
“Huh?”
“The door, can I…” She stopped and Spike heard the lock click. “Oooh. Privacy.”
Spike stared at her, dumbfounded, wondering what was going on in her
head as she walked back over to him and asked, “Do you mind if I take off my
shirt? I don’t want to get anything on it. It wasn’t cheap.”
“Huh?” Spike asked again. For a man who made his life’s work from words, he
sure was being eloquent tonight. Then, she dropped down to her knees in front of
him, and all he could do was sputter.
“I think we should probably save the sex for London, ‘cause
we won’t have to worry so much about interruption, but in the meantime, I can
at least help you out with that erection. Blowjob or handjob?”
Spike stared down at her, trying to answer though all he could manage
to do was open and close his mouth a couple of times and make a tiny, strangled
noise that in no way resembled coherent English.
Buffy giggled. “I know, stupid question. Now let me see what you’ve
got.”
She wasted no time opening his pants and pulling him into her hot
little hands. “Oh, damn,” she said, her eyes growing wide at the first view of
his cock. “That’s the biggest penis I’ve ever seen. I mean, not that I’ve seen that many, but yours is still
really, really big. Wow…”
Spike groaned, unable to keep his hips from thrusting up. She was
turning him on like no other woman ever had before. Even her babbling was
incredibly hot.
But then when she leaned in and took him in her mouth… How he was able
to keep himself from coming immediately, he’d never know. She kept one hand on
the base of his shaft, the other wrapped around his balls, as she slid her
mouth up and down with expert ease, her tongue swirling around him with each
down stroke.
If he’d thought he’d been falling for her before…
He was a goner when she closed her eyes and moaned, as if she loved the
feel of him in her mouth. The look of pure bliss on her face was too much for
him, and he bit his lip to keep from screaming her name as he thrust up, deeper
into her mouth, coming hard as her hand squeezed his balls, milking him for
everything he had.
Finally, he collapsed against the couch, panting heavily. He could
barely remember the last time he’d had a blowjob, never mind one that good. He
decided not to dwell on where an eighteen year old would’ve picked up such an
expert technique and decided to concentrate instead on how his entire body was
still tingling.
Buffy slid his softened cock out of her mouth, giving it a few cleaning
licks with her tongue before she tucked him back into his pants and zipped them
up. “Better now?”
Spike lifted his head the best he could. “Physically,
yes. Mentally? I’m a bit fried now, luv.”
The smirk on her face painted a clear picture of how proud of herself
she was as she climbed up beside him on the couch and situated herself against
his side. “You look all happy now,” she said as she ran her hand down his
chest.
Spike turned his head towards her and lifted his eyebrow. “I just got
sucked off by a hot blonde with perky tits. Of course I’m happy.”
She stuck her chest out a little more, showing it off with her shirt
gone and her lace bra barely covering anything. “So you like ‘em?”
“Love them,” he assured her before hoisting her up by her hips and
setting her down so she was straddling his lap. He kissed the top of both the
creamy mounds peaking out from above the cups of her bra. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get
inside you…”
Buffy trembled, the temptation to simply forget about what was going on
down the hall very strong. But she knew now wasn’t the time or the place for
this. They’d have their chance, once they were on their own and could really
explore each other’s bodies. “This weekend, I promise,” she told him. “When we
get to your flat, I’ll be yours to do with whatever you want.”
Spike’s eyes grew dark with lust and his voice dropped. “Oh, kitten,
I’m going to take you places this weekend that you’ve never even imagined.” And
somehow, he knew he was telling her the truth. Even with the experience she’d
demonstrated just a few minutes ago, he knew he was going to rock her world.
Just like she would his.
Buffy panted, looking into his eyes, and he knew she knew, too.
*** *** ***
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