• 1-Can't Sleep
• 2-chapter2
• 3-Ch. 3
• 4-ch. 4
• 5-ch. 5

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, 20^th
Century Fox, and Mutant Enemy productions.
I’m sure UPN and the WB have a say in there somewhere, too.

Author's Note: Feek isk 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!!

Can’t Sleep

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4

Spike’s fists were clenched at his sides
as he stormed out of the high school gym.

‘I will not cry in front of these gits,’ he
thought to himself.

Spike could feel the tears welling up in his
eyes and he began to run down the hall, his black leather duster billowing
behind him. He didn’t even notice the
small blonde and her friends as he passed them in a rush.

“What’s gotten into him?” The lean red head
asked.

“I’m not sure, Willow, but I’m going to find
out.”

Another blonde girl in the group put her
hand on Buffy’s arm to stop her.

“You’re not actually going after that
freak? Sure he has the whole bad boy
thing, but seriously, Buffy…”

“Leave it alone, Buffy.”

Buffy’s small hand curled into a fist and she
hit the palm of her other hand. “I am
so going to kick that lil’ Goth Queen’s ass.
Whatever she did, she’s gonna wish it never happened…”

Spike pulled the DeSoto over on the side of
the road. The rain was now just falling
lightly as he got out of the car. Spike
slammed the door shut and walked around to the front of the car. Buffy quickly got out of the passenger side
and followed him.

“Why won’t you talk to me? You were crying when I found you!”

Spike turned around to face her
quickly. His voice held no emotion and
his face was blank.

“She said she was going to get a drink. She was taking too long, so I went to look
for her,” Spike took a step forward towards Buffy, “I found her making out with
another bloke.”

“Oh, Spike, I’m so sorry...”

Buffy reached her hand out to caress his
face, but he caught her arm by the wrist to stop her.

“Don’t give me that look of pity,” he said
as he pressed his body against hers, a sneer on his lips, “Wasn’t just any
bloke. It was Captain Cardboard. Your Captain Cardboard.”

Buffy’s face began to fall. Her lips twisted into a grimace as she
yanked her hand away from his grasp and then she slapped him.

“Just because that bitch, Drusilla, cheated
on you doesn’t mean Riley would cheat on me.”
Buffy turned her back to him and wrapped her arms around herself. She willed herself not to cry as the barely
there raindrops continued to fall. She
knew Riley was cheating on her for a while, but she was still in denial. He was the perfect high school quarterback
boyfriend. A girl could let some things
go unnoticed, but it was when your friends pointed it out that you knew you
wouldn’t be able to live the lie much longer.

Spike’s face still stung from where Buffy’s
hand had hit. He was in shock. She had
actually hit him. In all their years of
being friends never once had she struck him and truly meant it. He knew she meant it because she refused to
look at him. It was then that he heard
the sob that escaped her lips. Spike
came up behind Buffy and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m sorry, pet. I really am. I didn’t
mean for it to come out like that.”

Buffy sniffled and began to rub her hands up
and down her arms. She turned and
looked Spike in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.
I should never of hit you.”
Buffy tried to still her shivering, but failed as her body shook
slightly in the cold night air. She
wiped desperately at her eyes as they began to water.

Spike took off his duster and wrapped it
around her small frame. He then wrapped
his arms around her tightly, rubbing his hands up and down her back trying to
warm her up.

“Look at you. You’re freezing.” He
rested his cheek on the top of her hair.
Theidiesdies glowed from the headlights of the car.

Buffy nuzzled her face against his damp
chest. “She never deserved you.”

“He never deserved you,” he sighed into her
hair.

Buffy leaned back in his arms and chewed
softly on her bottom lip. “But you
loved her…”

It came out more of a question then an
actually statement. Buffy looked up at
Spike wide eyed, hoping he’d deny ever loving someone so completely
insane. She waited for him to say
something, but he just looked at her with this peculiar look in his eye.

Spike looked at Buffy and realized something. He never truly loved Drusilla. He wanted toan san style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> He wanted to love her because she was his Dark Princess and they
were perfect together. Or so everyone
thought. In truth there was always only
one woman he ever loved. One whom he
always thought he was destined to be with, just never knew when that would
be. And she was in his arms now.

Buffy saw the look in his eyes change. His face softened and he looked at peace
even if it might be fleeting. She
looked into his blue eyes and felt herself fall a teeny bit more for her best
friend. She reached her hand out
letting her fingers softly trace the slightly red handprint on his cheek.

“I really am sorry, Spike,” shispeispered.

Spike leaned his forehead against hers. He inhaled deeply the scent of her herbal
shampoo.

“Did you love him?”

Buffy sighed into his embrace, resting her
head on his chest again and losing herself in his embrace.

“Love who?

Spike let out a soft chuckle. “That git, Riley…”

“Oh… no,” she shook her head slightly
against his chest, “I never loved him.
I don’t think I ever could.
Don’t think I’m capable of it…”

The last part Buffy barely whispered, but
Spike heard her. How could this
amazing, beautiful creature think she wasn’t capable of loving? She was his sun to his moon. The sunshine that always came after his
night. The warmth that always filled
him when he was at his coldest. She was
the muse for his bloody awful poetry.

Spike brought his hands up to Buffy’s
shoulders and held her from his chest.
Buffy kept her eyes down cast too ashamed to look him in the eye. He lifted her chin with his index finer
forcing her to look at him.

“Look at me, Buffy,” his hand caressed her
cheek, “You are one of the most amazing girls I’ve ever met.”

Buffy tried to look away, but Spike’s hand
that was holding her cheek prevented her from turning her head. She closed her eyes and nibbled her lower
lip nervously. She wasn’t quite sure
what Spike was going to say or do next and her pulse was racing with
anticipation.

Spike’s eyes were drawn to Buffy’s
lips. He wanted to be the one to nibble
on her bottom lip. He wanted to press
his lips to hers and kiss her with all the passion he’d ever felt.

“You can and will love…” He whispered. "> His British accent was laced with lust.

Buffy was about to say something when she
felt Spike kiss her. Her eyes popped
open in a moment of shock.

‘Spike lips. Lips of Spike. Oh god, he can kiss…’ Her thoughts were cut off by
a small moan that escaped her throat.

Spike teased her lips with the tip of his
tongue, seeking entrance to deepen the kiss.
Buffy opened her mouth slightly, seeking his tongue out with hers. Spike had Buffy pressed against the car, one
hand tangled in her hair and the other against her neck. Buffy was running her fingers through his
platinum blonde locks as Spike began to trail moist kisses along her jaw line
to her neck. He sucked gently at her
pulse point, making her moan out loud.
Buffy brought his lips back to hers and she kissed him deeply. Spike’s hands moved to her hips and he
picked her up to sit her on the hood of the car. Buffy let out a squeak of surprise.

Buffy shrugged Spike’s leather jacket off
her shoulders as she breathed heavily.
Her eyes matched his as they were glazed over with lust. Buffy reached out and grabbed Spike by the
front of his shirt, bringing him to stand between her legs. She kissed his lips, his jaw line, nibbled
softly along his neck, and began undoing the buttons to his shirt. Once her task was accomplished she pulled
the shirt from his pants and pushed it from his shoulders. She had seen him without a shirt in the
past, but this time it was different.
She wanted to lick the water droplets from his chest and so she did.

Buffy leaned forward and laved her tongue
across dus dusty colored nipple. Spike
let out a groan as she circled it with the tip of her tongue. After a few moments she paid the same
attention to his other nipple. Spike
wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands, so he ran his hands down her
shoulders and then her arms, somehow finding their way to resting upon her
thighs.

Buffy kissed her way up his chest, suckling
at some spots and nibbling others.
Their lips met again in a heated kiss, their tongues battling in an
age-old dance of desire. Spike took the
courage and made the next move. As he
kissed Buffy he cupped her breast in his hand.
He squeezed the mound gently and ran his thumb over the hardened
nipple.

Buffy gasped. She felt bolts of pleasure between her legs with each stroke of
his thumb against her nipple. She
kicked off her heels and wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist pressing him
against her where she ached the most.
She didn’t even flinch when she felt his erection press against
her. She new it was there and her
fingers itched to be wrapped around him.
She pressed her pelvis against his, rubbing herself against his solid
length and trying to find some release.
Buffy mewled into Spike’s mouth as he tweaked her nipples slightly. She finally had to break the kiss as she
gasped for air.

Spike was painfully hard. He really wished he could release himself
from the confines of his black denim pants, but he wanted Buffy to make all the
major moves. He wanted it to be her
decision to take it a step further. He
had dreamed of this moment and he was not about to scare her off. She was his Goddess and though he may play
‘the big bad’, he would worship her every way he could if she would just let
him.

Spike watched as her tongue darted out to
lick her lips. Buffy reached behind her
and unzipped her dress. She slowly
lowered the straps of her dress, letting the bodice fall little by little. She bared her breasts to him, reached for
his hand, and placed it against her cool flesh. Spike looked at her wide-eyed. Then he crushed his lips against
hers as he massaged her soft mounds.

He gasped when he felt Buffy’s hand over his
erection. Spike knew he should stop
her, but when she undid his belt all he could do was savor the feel of her hands
on him. The sound of his zipper being
lowered snapped him back to reality.
Buffy reached her hand into his pants and took hold of his rigid member,
releasing it from its confines. She
began to stroke him gently and Spike stopped her.

“Buffy…” Spike looked like he was battling
an inner demon. “If we don’t stop now I
don’t think I’ll be able to.”

Buffy leaned forward tracing his earlobe
with the tip of her tongue. Her small
fist slowly began stroking his penis from top to bottom.

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“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered
huskily.

Buffy lay down on top of the hood of the
car. Spike took it as an invitation and
crawled on top of her. His hand made
its way to her skirts, pulling up the smooth fabric about her waist as they
kissed. He kissed along her neck as his
fingers attentively brushed the apex of her thighs. Spike’s head snapped back in surprise as his fingers brushed
against her soft hairs. Buffy moaned at
the feel of his fingers barely touching her.

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you, pet?”

Buffy smiled. “I can say the same for you.”

Buffy reached between them and took hold of
the head of Spike’s penis. She guided
it between her legs, gently rubbing his swollen tip against her slit. Spike held his breath as the swollen head of
his penis glided across her opening.

Buffy looked up at him from under her
lashes. “Feel that Spike? I’m wet for you. I want you.”

Her breathing was ragged as she took the tip
of his cock and circled her clit with it.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She bit her lip as her legs began to quiver about his sides and
her first orgasm of the night flitted through her body.

Spike held himself still as he realized what
had just happened. Buffy had climaxed
by just using him to touch her bundle of nerves. The thought almost had him coming undone right there in her
hand. Buffy leisurely released him from
her grasp as she floated back down from her rush.

“Bloody hell,” he said through gritted
teeth, “Keep that up, pet, and we won’t even make it to the good part.”

He gave Buffy his trademark sexy smirk and
kissed her. His kiss was soft and
slow. He was deliberately trying to
make her squirm for more. It was his
way giving himself a moment to cool down and regain control. Buffy threaded her
fingers in his hair and held his lips to hers.
Her tongue sought entrance to his warm mouth he he gave it to her with
a small moan. She softly thrust her
hips against his with an animal based instinct that one couldn’t deny. Spike pushed his pants past his hips, baring
more of his flesh. He leaned over Buffy
and softly suckled her nipple, rolling it gently between his blunt teeth.

“Oh God, Spike… stop teasing me…please,”
Buffy moaned, “don’t make me beg.”

Spike kissed his way up her chest and looked
into her eyes. He rubbed the head of
cock against her moist silken folds, teasing her. Buffy gripped his shoulders with her hands, letting her nails
bite into his flesh. He let out a soft
chuckle. He was amazed he was able to
maintain such control when all he wanted to do was fuck Buffy senseless.

“Beg for me, love. Tell me what you want.”

“You… in me…”

Spike slowly began to enter her slick core,
taking his time torturing her and himself in the process. He groaned as he felt her tight walls clench
around his cock as he glided into her bit by bit. Her fingers flexed against the muscles of his shoulders as filled
her.

“So hot… so tight,” he breathed against her
lips as he kissed her softly.

Spike knew she wasn’t a virgin. He also knew she hadn’t been with someone
for a very long time. When he found out
how she lost her virginity to some lame guy named Parker he just wanted to beat
the life out of the guy. He didn’t
deserve to touch such a beautiful creature.
His beautiful creature. He
always held onto this hopelessly romantic thought of losing their virginities
to one another, but that was before their lives went separate ways. He, the rebel outcast and she, the pristine
sun goddess--always friends, but not always in public.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and
pulled him closer to her center. She
ravished his lips with hers, letting him know how much she wanted him. Letting him know how much she wanted
this. He filled her and stretched her
in a delicious pleasure she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Spike kissed along her neck and buried his
face there as he began to slowly thrust deeply into her. He took his time with long languid strokes
as he whispered adoring words to her.
He told her how beautiful she was and how wonderful she felt. Buffy moaned his name as the pleasurable
sensations coursed through her body. He
cupped Buffy’s breast and kneaded the fleshy mound. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and relished in the
sound of her gasps.

“More,” she said breathing heavily.

Buffy thrust her hips against his, grinding
herself against his course curls and seeking that contact she needed. Buffy felt like she was in heaven.

Spike gasped at the feel of her clenching
him within her body. He looked up at
her from where his head lay and she had a grin on her face. He felt her flex about him again and he was
on the verge of losing the control he was already having a hard time
maintaining. He leaned up on his elbows
and flashed his trademark smirk.

“Keep doing that pet and I won’t be able to
do this softly much longer,” he said with his desire filled British accent.

Buffy ran her fingers in his blonde locks
and brought him a hairs breath away from her lips. Spike could feel her breath feather across his lips as she began
to speak.

“Good,” Buffy traced his lips with her
tongue, “I never said I wanted it softly.”

Spike kissed Buffy with a bruising
force. His fingers gripped her hips
tightly as he began piston in and out of her wet core, pulling himself out
until just the tip of his cock was merged with her heat and then he would
plunge back in. He repeated this until
Buffy was writhing beneath him, matching him thrust thr thrust. Spike then rotated his hips as he was buried
deep within, causing her cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh God,” Buffy threw her head back in
pleasure, “Keep doing that…”

Spike did as she asked, plunging in and out
of her deeply and then rotating his hips.
Their bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat as well as rain. Buffy’s hand grabbed of of his tight ass
and she ground down on his cock.

“Gonna cum,” she said breathlessly.

Spike pinched her nipple and suckled on the
pulse point along her neck, making Buffy groan louder.

“Oh God… Oh God!”

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Buffy’s cries of pleasure rang through his
ears as she came. Her vaginal walls
clamped around his cock as her orgasm hit her full force. Buffy’s nails dug into the pale flesh of his
ass as she rode out the sensations of her orgasmic bliss, sending him over the
edge with her. Spike thrust into Buffy,
crying out her name as he flooded her womb with his seed.

Spike collapsed on top of her as they both
were left breathing heavily and dazed.
He began to move when Buffy wrapped her arms around him.

“Stay,” she whispered, “Just a little bit
longer.”

The stay joined as his cock began to soften
within her. The sprinkling of rain was
still falling as they lay on the hood of his car on the side of the road holding
each other. The only light to be seen
was from the headlights of his car.

Buffy turned her head from side to
side. It dawned on her that she just
had sex with her best friend on the side of the road. She laughed out loud.
Spike picked up his head and looked down at her. A look of worry flashed across his
eyes. Millions of thoughts passed
through his mind

‘Is she laughing at me? Is she laughing at what we did? Does she regret it already? Was I that horrible?’

He clenched his eyes shut as he shifted his
weight and slipped out of her, their mingled juices coating them both. He moved to roll off of her, but he was
stilled by Buffy’s hand resting gently on his cheek. He opened his eyes and stared into her hazel ones.

“What are you laughing at?”

Buffy smiled up at him. “I just had the most
amazing sex of my life on the side of the road,” her thumb caressed his well
defined cheek bone, “with you.”

His lips turn up into a smile at her praise.

“Well, I aim to please,” he said with a
wink.

Buffy couldn’t help herself but grin from
ear to ear. Then a thought struck her
mind.

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“Um… Spike?”

mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt'>The sunlight flitted through the curtains of Buffy’s
window. She had been laying there awake
for a while now. Her hand was drawing
lazy circles over Spike’s toned abdomen.
She couldn’t help the memory of their first time from flooding her
thoughts. That night really wasn’t all
that long ago… a year at the most. He
was the only one she could ever say was amazing every time and in every way. She never understood why they never got
together relationship-wise after that night.
She new she loved him. That she
always will, but she wasn’t sure about him.
They never said it to one another.
Many times she had to catch herself from declaring her feelings for
him. She knew he cared for her has a
friend. Maybe a little bit more than a
friend.n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She just wasn’t sure if it was
love. She wasn’t willing to risk what
they had at the moment by scaring him off with words of endless devotion and
love.