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The Skirt	By : MudbloodMalfoy Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 17806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Skirt
Chapter Five
(C) Joss Whedon/ MutantEnemy

Two days of Anya living in the basement had Buffy ready to move into Spike's crypt. After Xander's outburst, Anya had realized she had nowhere to go. Joyce, of course, offered up what space they had to the down and out former demon.
As Buffy sat on her bed and listened to Anya downstairs attempting to tell Joyce how she could more efficiently run her gallery, the Slayer weighed the pros and cons of moving in with her lover.
Pro: Getting away from Anya. And, to a small extent, Dawn. Her little sister was becoming quite nosy...
Con: It was a crypt. In a cemetery. As if Giles wasn't going to freak out enough when he learned of their...relationship.
She huffed a sigh and fell backwards to stare at her ceiling.
Pro: Sexy vampire and hot vampire sex any time she wanted it.
Con: No bathroom. Or kitchen. Or anything really considered a modern amenity except for Spike's bed.
Buffy grinned as she felt shivers of desire run through her at the thought of his bed and the fun that had been had there.
A knock at her window had her turning in surprise. The only one who ever came to her window was...Spike. But it was daylight...
Sure enough, the blonde vamp crouched in front of her window, that cocky smirk firmly in place. Buffy felt a bolt of fear as she saw the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. Bits of sunshine were hitting Spike...but nothing was happening to him. Still, Buffy jumped off her bed and rushed to the window. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get in here before you catch on fire!"
Spike grinned as she tugged him inside and carefully checked him over for signs of smoke. "Gimme a minute, luv, and I'll make this perusal a bit more fun."
Buffy glared. "Why aren't you catching on fire?"
Spike chuckled. "Sound a bit disappointed, luv. Can't I get a welcome-home kiss first?" He slid a hand around her waist as the other tangled in her hair, pulling her closer to him. Buffy sighed as his lips brushed hers, then settled for a firmer caress.
Within minutes, they were on Buffy's bed, Spike pressing his Slayer into the mattress as he fought the urge to tear their clothes off. Breaking the kiss was infinitely hard, but he managed.
Ragged breaths echoed in the room as Spike rolled to the side and placed his left hand on Buffy's sternum. "To answer your question, this is why I'm not burning."
Buffy looked adorably confused. "My chest?"
Spike laughed as he leaned down to kiss her again. Pulling back once more, he held his hand up to Buffy's face. After a long minute of her blankly looking at his hand, it finally clicked.
"The Gem of Amara? How did you get this? I sent it to...Angel..."
Spike quickly chimed in, "Peaches is fine, pet. He gave it to me. Willingly. I swear on it."
"How in the world did you convince him to do that?"
Moments like these made Spike glad he couldn't blush. "I...well...told him the truth. About how I feel about you. That I want to give you things that I couldn't if I didn't have this bloody ring."
Buffy blushed as she felt Spike's hand brush over her hip, then linger there. His words made her heart clench in her chest. She realized with a start that she was seriously falling in love with this vampire. She leaned up to press her lips gently to his, grateful when he didn't try to deepen it, realizing that she was thanking him with this kiss.
Thanking him for his love, for his willingness to do anything to make her happy. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around his neck as tears welled up in her eyes. Spike smelled the salt and wrapped his arms around her. "What's this, luv? Did I do wrong?"
Buffy choked out a laugh. "No, Spike, you did awesome. You always do great. How can you be so perfect?"
Spike chuckled. "Perfect, luv? Nah. I'm just love's bitch and always will be. But you, pet, you're the perfect one. All blonde and tan and flexible. Can take a punch like the best of any blokes. Can make me pop like warm champagne." He nipped at her neck with the last of his words, making her moan at the provocative nature of the words and action.
"Make love to me, Spike. Please." Buffy gasped as his chilled hands smoothed over her flesh underneath her shirt. The fabric was little hindrance to the vampire as his long fingers slipped under her bra to cup her breasts, palming her nipples as they hardened at his touch.
Spike felt his chest start to vibrate as a low growl began to echo from inside. His fangs began to nip a trail down her body, tearing at her clothes as he went. There was no urgency, no ferocity, as he slowly, methodically, and gently made love to his Slayer. Her quiet gasps were music to his ears as they moved together. As they both neared release, the vampire was shocked by Buffy moving her hair out of the way and baring her neck to him.
Stopping mid-thrust, Spike gaped at Buffy. The Slayer smiled and gently pulled him closer as she tilted her hips. The subtle movement got the motions going again, but Spike resisted the hand behind his head. "Luv, I'm not gonna bite you."
When the hand stopped trying to pull him closer, he pressed his lips to Buffy's. His thrusts evened out, becoming softer and more drawn-out with a little twist of his hips as he bottomed out inside her. Her nails dragged down his back with a barely-there bite in a silent plea for more. With human teeth, he began to nibble at her ear, moving down her neck and interspersing the teasing nibbles with open-mouthed kisses. As he felt his release sneaking up on him, he whispered in Buffy's ear, "I love you, Buffy."
The Slayer gasped and clutched at the vampire as she tumbled into her own release. Her body clenched down on Spike's, pulling his orgasm from him almost brutally. For an eternity, they simply held each other, basking in the afterglow of what could only be called lovemaking.
Spike held Buffy close to him as he rolled to his back, relishing the beat of her heart and the warmth of her sun-kissed skin. A slow smile spread across his face. Now he could share that sun with her. They could go to the beach. They could go for a walk that didn't include staking newly-risen vampires. Suddenly, the future didn't look quite so grim.
Buffy basked in Spike's presence, letting her thoughts drift as she simply took him in. He smelled of leather and blood and dirt. He was solid underneath her, like marble with no give, but warm from their exertion. She smiled and thought drunkenly that she was dangerously close to getting used to this. A thought hit her and she raised her head with a calculating gaze.
"You love me?" she asked quietly.
Spike scoffed. "Of course I love you. I went to see Peaches and didn't even threaten him."
Buffy rolled her eyes before growing serious. "Spike, I'm worried about Xander. Well, I'm worried about what he'll do. He was so angry. It scared me for a minute."
"Pet, he's not stupid enough to try anything with you. Even holding back, you'd wipe the floor with him."
"That's not the point. What about Anya or Willow or Mom? They can't protect themselves like I can."
Spike sat up and pulled Buffy with him. He looked her in the eyes and spoke with utter seriousness. "Buffy, I will do whatever I can to protect them. And with this," he said, holding up the hand with the Gem, "I'm bloody well immortal."
Buffy felt a smile tug at her lips. "I love you, Spike."
The vampire ducked his head, but glanced back up at his Slayer. "Love you, too, pet."
With one last kiss, they rose and dressed and made their way downstairs. Anya was loudly complaining about her lack of orgasms when the couple walked into the living room. With one look at them, the former demon's face drew into a grimace.
"They get to have orgasms! Why can't I?" she pouted.
"Thanks, Anya. Really needed everyone to know what we've been up to," Buffy snarked.
Spike smirked and drew Buffy to his side more firmly. "Easy, pet. She's just hurting and jealous," he whispered into the Slayer's ear. Louder, he said, "I could find you a nice demon to shag if you'd like."
"No, I would like to have my boyfriend back, but he's in love with Buffy."
Buffy spluttered. "Wha- Bu- Hey, wait a minute!"
Anya continued without paying Buffy any heed. "Not that I blame him, she's a very robust and capable woman and I'd probably be in love with her, too, if I were a lesbian. But I like penis too much to be a lesbian, so that's not really an option. But the point is, he wants her and I want him and this is very confusing!"
The Scoobies gathered in the living room all stared at Anya wide-eyed. Spike broke the awkward silence with abrupt laughter. Buffy followed soon after and before long, everyone was howling with mirth. Anya pouted and glared at everyone.
Spike finally gathered enough control to grin at the former demon. "You're one of a kind, demon girl."
"Anya, I'm glad we got that out of the way. Can we go back to just being friends?" Buffy managed to ask as she caught her breath from laughing so hard.
Anya looked confused. "We're...friends?"
"Of course we are! Sure we started out bumpy and you sent us all to an alternate reality, but I really think it just brought us all closer together," Buffy said with a smile.
"That's right!" Willow added quickly. "And being a vampire was definitely a fun experience. Except, you know, for the whole killing thing."
Anya stared at the gathered group in shock for a few moments before bursting into tears. "I've never h-had friends before!" she wailed between hiccups.
Buffy felt affection welling up as she patted the former demon's back. "Well, you do now. And you know what friends do? They have movie nights!"
Willow grinned and hopped up. "Popcorn!"
"I'll help!" Dawn said loudly, following Willow into the kitchen. Spike took his place on the couch and pulled Buffy into his lap, smiling when she burrowed into him like a kitten. The three sat in comfortable silence as they waited for the other two to return.
The movie night went a long way to mending a few wobbly fences. Buffy felt the annoyance she'd been harboring toward Anya seep away as she remember the look of utter loss when Buffy had called them friends. She hadn't realized Anya didn't think of them that way, though she could see how her attitude over the last few days could have made it seem otherwise.
Spike ducked his head and placed a sweet kiss on Buffy's ear, then whispered, "You okay, pet?"
The Slayer smiled and said, "I'm fine. Just thinking. Spike, you know I love you, right?"
The vampire smiled widely, darting his head forward to steal a quick kiss. "I love you, too, Slayer. Now hush; I can't hear the movie."
Buffy rolled her eyes and did as he had jokingly ordered, brushing her lips one last time across the vampire's high cheekbone before turning her attention to the movie once more.
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Outside, Xander Harris stared at the two with hatred in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists at their smiling faces, their lovey-dovey act. He knew Spike was just playing Buffy - playing them all.
He just had to get them to see it.
His attention was diverted when Anya stood up, the former demon smiling at her friends as she made her way to the kitchen. Xander's heart hurt at the thought of losing her for good. He loved her so much. He'd never felt as strongly for anyone as he did for Anya. The night they'd kicked him out, he'd gone home and sat on the couch, wondering where everything had gone wrong.
After a few drinks and a long night of overthinking, he'd come to the conclusion that it was all Spike's fault.
As Anya drifted out of sight, Xander's focus zeroed back in on the blonde vampire. They'd see. They'd all see what a monster he was.
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Buffy shuddered as a chill went down her spine, Slayer senses tingling for a split second. Spike looked at her in askance, but she shook her head. Whatever had set her senses off, it was gone now - even focusing and trying to push the limits, she couldn't feel whatever it was.
In any case, she'd be more on guard than usual. Nothing that felt that evil could turn out well. Shaking it off, she turned her attention back to the movie. Later, after everyone had finally gone to bed, Buffy and Spike lay in her bed, talking.
"Still don't know what it was, pet?" Spike asked between kisses as he made his way down her neck.
Trying to stifle her moans, Buffy responded, "Not a clue. But I'll just be extra careful for the next few days. Maybe it'll - ah! - blow out of town."
Leering, Spike drew back and said, "That all that's gonna be blowing?"
With a giggle, Buffy playfully pushed Spike away. "You're such a pig, Spike."
"Yeah, 's why you love me," he whispered as he tugged down her pants.
"Oh yeah," she said sarcastically, "the only reason."
Spike nipped her bare thigh in mock punishment, growling when she undulated her hips. "Pet, you smell so bloody good. Could eat you up."
"Why don't you then?" the Slayer asked brazenly. She gasped when Spike ripped the panties from her hips before ducking his head down to tease her with just the tip of his tongue. "Oh, God, Spike please!"
"I like the way you beg, Slayer," he said with a growl. The next moment had his hand clamped tightly on her lips as his lips clamped onto her clit. Buffy screamed as his devilish tongue tortured her mercilessly. Her petite hands came up to cover his, helping muffle her cries as he moved down to dart his tongue into her body. Before long, she was crying out with her release, weakly tugging his arm to bring him closer so she could kiss him.
As she tasted herself on his lips, Buffy felt his cold, hard cock nudging her entrance. Her fingers trailed down his back to clutch at his ass, nails digging into the toned muscle as she tried to pull him into her. Spike laughed and didn't budge. His movements were on his terms, moving a hair at a time to just barely brush against her. Driven to the edge, Buffy took matters into her own hands.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders and her feet firmly on the mattress, she jerked her hips upwards just as Spike dipped his own down to tease her. They both stilled at the sense of perfection when he was as deep inside her as he could be. Buffy's fingers combed through the vampire's hair, smiling when the gel lost its grip on the riotous curls.
Spike scowled. "Stop staring. You've seen it before."
Buffy's smile widened. "I love your hair, Spike, curls and all."
"It's poncy," he argued. Buffy's reply was cut off as he withdrew and slid back inside slowly. He knew the slow pace would have her clawing at his back in moments, desperate for more, for what he could give her - something the tin soldier never could.
As expected, Buffy went wild within a few of the slow motions. Throwing back his head, Spike vamped out and let out a harsh growl as his cock enlarged, her tight body nearly strangling him. Buffy whimpered as his hips began moving faster, harder. Before she could find her release, Spike abruptly pulled out and flipped her over, drawing her hips up even as her head dropped to the mattress.
Spike lined himself up and jerked his hips, sheathing himself to the hilt in one go. In this position, his large penis felt even bigger to Buffy. She clenched her hands in the sheets and tried to shove her hips back to meet his. A smack on her ass jolted her, her body tightening around his in surprise. Spike groaned and bent forward to rest his forehead against her back. Changing to short, powerful thrusts, the vampire carefully kissed his way up the Slayer's spine, lavishing attention on her neck.
With absolutely no fear, Buffy tilted her head to give him more access. His breath ghosted over her pulse, sending goosebumps over her skin at the coolness. His lips barely touching the skin, he whispered, "Pet, you still want it?" His teeth nipped gently at her neck, not even scratching the surface.
Buffy moaned and nodded her head. "Yes, please. Do it, Spike."
Her lips forming his name, begging for him, was the biggest turn-on Spike could imagine. The fact that she was asking for him to bite her made it that much better. Pulling back enough to start a punishing pace, Spike's fingers tightened on Buffy's hips as she moaned, half with pleasure and half with disappointment. "Patience, Slayer," Spike grated between his clenched teeth.
(And, really, fangs were not easy to clench together.)
Within minutes, they were both nearing the metaphorical finish line. As Spike's hips began to jerk erratically, he bent forward once more. A gentle kiss to her neck was all the warning Buffy got before Spike's dangerous fangs sank into the same spot.
Unable to hold it in, Buffy cried out as pleasure and pain washed over her, overwhelming her body with the warring sensations. Spike's hand darted underneath her to rub at her clit, sending shudders through her at the added stimulation. The pain began to fade, drowned out by her lover's hand and his still-hard length buried inside her. His hips rolled lazily, easing them both down from their highs.
Finally, he stilled. Just as Buffy began to feel dizzy from the blood loss, Spike drew back and licked at the wound, cleaning the few errant drops of blood from her golden skin. The vampire rolled them to the side so that he wouldn't smother the small Slayer, then drew the blankets over their cooling bodies. His hands were far from still, running gently over every inch of skin he could reach.
Buffy smiled and snuggled back into Spike's larger body, loving the languid feeling that had washed over her. "That was amazing," she said sleepily.
Spike smiled. "Yeah, it bloody was. Get some kip, Slayer."
"Love you," came the mumbled reply.
"I love you, too, Buffy," the vampire whispered, his arm going around her and pulling her closer to him.
This was what he had been waiting for. This was his bliss.
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