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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 Four

Spike was glad they'd gotten to battle several nasty, large demons on tonight's patrol, because he was going crazy with nervous energy. It was bizarre to be walking beside Buffy and acting as if everything were normal.

But this wasn't about him ... this was about what she needed.

If he'd kept his promise to her, if he'd protected Dawn, then Buffy wouldn't have died in the first place. He would never forget that, never forgive himself. And he would do anything to help her now.

He knew things'd been real rough for her since she'd been back, and he was going to do his best to be there for her, give her what she needed. Because she'd actually been letting him help, for whatever reason, and that meant more to him than he could ever explain.

But he didn't fool himself that any of this was about him.

And he wasn't going to put any pressures on her. It wasn't like they were dating, after all. Not like he was going to get to walk with her on that beach on her "perfect date."

Not that he was complaining, of course. Just tossing off with her talking to him, watching him ... that'd been more than he'd ever thought he'd have. And then her kissing him ... her coming, arching, screaming in his lap ... her blowing him, for god's sake!

No, he definitely wasn't complaining.

But he wasn't normally the sort to stand back and wait for a woman to tell him what she wanted, especially when it came to sex. And it was driving him crazy.

Maybe she'd had enough. Maybe she didn't need his ... services ... anymore. Maybe those two nights had been enough to get her past whatever had made her weep in his arms. Maybe she'd already found some other bloke. Maybe she'd already gotten all the help she needed.

Well, what are friends for, right?

Bloody hell. What a pathetic wanker.
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"So last night I played the question game with Dawn and Tara and Willow, and we all stayed up really late and pigged out on ice-cream and Doritos and pizza, and it was really great, ya know? I mean, Dawn really opened up to me, and we all really talked, and I feel like we're all a lot closer now. It feels good. Really good." She was babbling. She knew she was babbling. Note to self: must stop babbling.

Spike didn't respond, continuing to silently scan the cemetery for nasties. He'd been really freakishly quiet during tonight's patrol, just stridinoundound with that duster billowing out behind him like some sort of ... well ... broody vampire. Maybe he was distant because they hadn't seen each other in two days? Or maybe he was confused because she hadn't kissed him hello? She'd been feeling a little shy, after how she'd acted the other night at his crypt. Hello, my name is Buffy, and I'm a nympho!

"Spiiiike," Buffy insisted.

"Yeah?"

"What's up with you tonight?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, right. That's why you've barely spoken two words to me for the past three hours."

"We're patrollin', Slayer. Chatterin' tends to alert the beasties."

God, he was fidgeting again, jingling change in his duster pocket. It was driving her nuts. Determined to find out what was bothering him, Buffy grabbed his arm to stop him from walking and jingling. He stopped and turned to look at her.

Spike tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "What's with the manhandling, luv? Can't keep your hands off me?" He smirked.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I see we're back to the question game. Honest answers only. So the answer is ... apparently yes. Guess I am a nympho ho-biscuit."

Spike blinked and sputtered. "Huh? Nympho what-biscuit? And the answer to what is 'yes'?" Well, at least she seemed to have his attention, and he was talking now.

Buffy sighed. "You asked if I can't keep my hands off you."

"An' the answer is 'yes'?"

"And the answer is 'yes'."

Before she even had a chance to react, Buffy was pressed up against Spike's chest, with his arms around her, his hands in her hair, his tongue in her mouth ... all of which combined to have her moaning and arching helplessly against him.

After several long moments, she pulled her mouth away to catch her breath, and Spike directed his attention to her neck, sucking and nibbling and driving her even further insane. "My question," Buffy panted. "Do you think I'm a nympho?"

Spike groaned, "God, I hope so!" and kissed her lips again, his hands beginning to wander up her shirt.

Buffy swatted his shoulder and pouted, "I'm serious, Spike!"

Spike looked into her eyes and said, "Whatever you are, Buffy, you're wonderful and gorgeous and sexy and funny and perfect and any man would be lucky just to have you look at him, let alone touch him. You make me crazy, luv!"

"Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual," Buffy said dryly. They both spun around at the sound of leaves crunching nearby, only to see a large calico cat weaving its way een een the tombstones. Buffy rolled her eyes. "So much for 'beasties.' Guess patrol's done for tonight."

Spike nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "So," he ventured casually as they resumed walking, "you headed home?"

"Well, duh! I'm desperately in need of a shower. Eau de patrol is not my first choice of perfume for a date."

Spike choked, "Date?"

Buffy watched the ground intently as they walked. "Well, yeah. Uh ... unless you had something else going on tonight ... I mean, that would be okay ... I could just see you tomorrow, or ..."

"No!" Spike interrupted. "No plans. I mean, except with you. If you want."

"I definitely want." Buffy blushed. "I mean, yeah. Uh ... so, I'll come over to your crypt when I'm done de-stinkifying? In about an hour?"

Spike nodded. "Sure. Yeah. Sounds good. See you then, pet." And Spike abruptly walked away in a different direction.

Weird. Buffy headed home, smiling to herself.
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Three hours later, Spike and Buffy lay side-by-side on a thick blanket on the sand, watching the stars wink in the clear, dark sky. Their earlier awkwardness with each other seemed to have vanished completely.

Once they'd arrived -- much to Buffy's surprise -- at a secluded beach, they'd walked along the water-line for ages, holding hands and talking about nothing in particular, stopping often to wrap their arms around each other and exchange lingering kisses. Despite the comfortable warmth of the night, Spike had built a tidy fire in the sand, beside which they had swayed slowly, dancing to romantic music emanating from a boom box. Spike fed her fresh raspberries with whipped cream, placing them carefully on her tongue. They'd even roasted marshmallows and made s'mores, licking the gooey mess from each other's fingers and laughing.

Buffy couldn't believe Spike had brought all this stuff -- firewood, and blankets, and a boom box, and food, and everything -- she couldn't believe he'd gone through so much trouble to make her dream date come true ... no one had ever gone to so much effort to please her before. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and Buffy quickly made a silent wish. I wonder if Spike made a wish, too?

"Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Only if you want an honest answer, pet."

"If you could be granted one wish, right this minute, what would it be?"

"Mmmmmm ..." Spike's voice was all lazy sexuality, and Buffy felt a rush of heat throughout her body in response. "You'd be kissin' me right now, luv. Showin' me how you like to be kissed."

Buffy grinned, "Your wish is my command," and then she was on him. Spike barely knew what hit him. Her lips were hot and greedy on his, her tongue merciless in its plunder. Spike enthusiastically returned her aggressive kiss ... but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

Buffy had never undressed so quickly before in her life, but she needed to get closer, as close as possible. Within moments, she was naked, and Spike wore only his jeans. She ground her pelvis against his erection, pleased that Spike's hands instinctively clutched her closer in response.

"My turn," he panted in her ear. "My question. An' my question's 'bout the other night. ... Mind if I return the favor?"

Why had he stopped kissing her? Want more kissing! "What are you talking about, Spike?" Buffy asked, trying to recapture his lips with hers. "Return what favor?"

But Spike didn't answer. Nor did his lips return to hers. Instead, he began sliding slowly down her naked body.
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In the light of the nearby campfire, Buffy's skin itself was like flame, flickering with shadows and golden brilliance ... and heat. The unbelievable heat of her seared him inside and out. Spike's cock was already hard and throbbing, but ... this night was for her. All for her. He wanted to be closer and closer, as close as possible to her body, her heart, her heat, everything she was and would be. He wanted to worship her, cherish her, love her forever. He wanted to please not only her body but also her soul.

Brushing a slow trail of feather-soft kisses down her body, Spike paused when he reached her lower abdomen, which twitched at the touch of his cool lips. Buffy was breathing heavily now, intrigued and tantalized by his teasing, as he had intended. He flicked out his tongue for a quick taste of her flat belly, and she moaned.

"I love the taste of your skin, pet. S'like salt and honey. Makes me want to lick every single inch of you."

His hands gently stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs, and Buffy spread her legs obligingly, with a soft whimper of need.

"S'okay," Spike purred reassuringly. "S'okay, luv. Gonna make you feel so good." Her body shivered slightly beneath him as his hands stroked upward to brush oh-so-lightly against her soft curls.

Spike rested his cheek against her pubic mound and inhaled deeply. She smelled of lemony musk and salt and lust and some scent that was uniquely hers. He sighed, "You smell so good, Buffy. Can't wait to taste you, luv. Can't wait to stroke your sweet quim with my tongue." She shuddered at his words, and Spike lowered his head.

His first lick was long and gentle, starting at her opening and sweeping slowly, softly up and over her clit. She tasted lemony and tangy, especially at her warm, wet hole. Delicious. He raised his head momentarily to moan, "You taste as good as you smell, luv. S'wonderful ..." before returning to his task. He knew he'd never get enough of pleasing her like this, and when she moaned softly, he unconsciously ground his aching cock into the blanket in reaction.

Thoroughly licking two of his fingers, Spike proceeded to use them to stroke the delicate skin between Buffy's inner and outer labia. She quietly mmm'd her approval and rotated her hips subtly. Spike then gently stroked the same area with his tongue, and Buffy purred a bit louder.

Spike had always enjoyed this particular act, and with Buffy it was like his own personal version of heaven. His love for her -- and her own responsiveness -- brought all his creativity to the fore. He sometimes used a flat, smooth tongue and sometimes a hard, pointed tongue. He tongued her opening firmly, and her clit with a butterfly touch. He gently sucked her inner labia into his mouth, and gently nibbled and tugged on her outer labia. He lightly circled her clit with his tongue, and carefully pinched the clitoral hood between his fingertips. Spike explored enthusiastically, lapping up Buffy's copious juices and reveling in her increasingly loud moans and sighs of pleasure, the increasingly demanding thrusts and bucks of her hips.

Spike's cock seemed to grow harder and more insistent with every mewl, every moan, every gasp from Buffy's lips as he voraciously licked and sucked and nibbled and teased. After several minutes of this exploration, Spike got an idea. I wonder ... When he reached away, Buffy panted, "Where're you going?"

He smirked up at her. "Din't get any of those raspberries, now did I?"

Buffy gaped. "You're stopping to eat?"

She tried to sit up, but Spike stilled her "Din't say I was stoppin', pet."

With one of the plump, red raspberries in his hand, Spike licked his lips, savoring Buffy's taste, and then returned his attention to her quim. The raspberry was so ripe that it burst easily when pressed against Buffy's pink, swollen labia. Buffy squirmed with pleasure as Spike gently rubbed the pulp all over her moist flesh until her entire sex was dripping blood-red juice.

Spike admired his handiwork a moment, but then Buffy's hands were in his hair, urging him forward, and then his tongue was on her again, tasting the sweet, tangy tartness of her raspberry quim. He licked and sucked everywhere, seeking every last drop of the delicious combination of flavors, while Buffy's hands clutched more and more frantically in his hair.

When her panted moans became almost constant and her head was tossing restlessly from side to side on the blanket, Spike began a steady, firm rhythm with his tongue, up and down, passing over her hard clit each . He. Her hips moved desperately beneath him, and he took his cue from their speed.

"Oh god, Spike ... oh my god ... oh my god ... yes ... please ... oh god please ... oh my god please ..."

Continuing his tongue's steady rhythm on her clit, Spike brought his raspberry-stained index finger to Buffy's vaginal opening, causing her to buck up against his mouth and moan loudly. "Please ... yes ... god yes ... oh my god yes ... inside me ... please ..."

Spike had only thrust his finger into her wetness twice before her powerful vaginal muscles clamped down on him and she let out a loud, prolonged scream, her body tensing and arching off the blanket, her thighs closing around his ears, and her fingers nearly tearing his hair from his head.

Her quim throbbed beneath his lips and around his finger, the blood pulsing beneath the surface intoxicating him almost as much as her screams of pleasure had. Spike waitetil til she seemed to have calmed, and then crawled up to lie close beside her, gently stroking her hair. Her eyes were still closed, her chest still heaving, occasional little satisfied sighs emanating from her open lips.

My love, Spike thought. So bleedin' beautiful.

It was some time later that Buffy finally opened her eyes to find Spike lying on his side, watching her. When she met his gaze, he smiled tenderly and murmured, "Welcome back, sleepin' beauty."

Buffy gently took Spike's face in her hands and gazed into his eyes. "Make love to me, Spike," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me, want to be even closer to you."

And Spike's entire body went still with shock. Well, almost his entire body.

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Okay, this is getting ridiculous ... four chapters and they still haven't had good-old normal sex? Will Spike manage to get over his shock and jump Buffy? And will she still respect him in the morning? Find out on the next (and last) exciting episode of ... The Question Game!
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