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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: And The Winner Is ...

*Pop*

Okay ... so ... Slayer's unbuttonin' my trousers. Stranger things've happened, right? Well, okay, probably not ...

*Pop*

Eventually I'll wake up an' these last few days'll be just a very long, very wet dream.

*Pop*

Jus' hope that doesn't happen for least another hour or so.

*Pop*

Please please please please please let it not happen for another hour or so. Maybe two. Three? Yeah, three'd be good ...

*Pop*

Jus' in case this is real, should probably give 'er a chance to back out. Otherwise, might find m'self meetin' the sharp end of a stake in the mornin'. Not that it mightn't be worth it ...

"Buffy ... you sure you're thinkin' right, pet? Don't want to do anythin' you'll regret later."

Buffy discarded his jeans and told him matter-of-factly, "Spike, this is not some kind of post-orgasmic insanity. I know I want you. I knew it before we even came out here and you got all ultra-romancey. I knew it yesterday. Even Dawn knew it yesterday!"

Spike yelped, "Dawn?"

"Explanations, later, Spike -- okay? I need you inside me."

"Never been one to deny a lady in need," Spike smirked, but his expression quickly changed to shock and wonder as Buffy straddled him in one smooth motion and sank -- hot and wet and smooth -- down onto his aching cock. "Gaaah!" It felt like his eyes must be bugging out of his head, and he just stared into her face in stunned disbelief while he struggled frantically for control.

Closeness. She's been wantin' comfort an' holdin' an' closeness. That's why she came to me. Not for a fast, hard, sweaty shag. She'll be wantin' it sweet and slow and loving and ... oh bloody hell ... feels so good! ... I can't believe this is happening ...

"Buffy," Spike gritted through clenched teeth, "pet ... luv ... oh god ... don't know as I'm gonna ... be able to go ... gentle an' ... easy ..."

"I don't want you easy, Spike," Buffy smirked down at him, rotating her hips in a motion that wrung a groan from him. Was that a challenge twinkling in her eyes? "On the contrary," she continued, licking her lips provocatively, "I want you hard." For emphasis, Buffy squeezed her vaginal muscles around his erection inside her.

Okay, now that's bloody well IT. Can't expect a bloke to back down after that, can ya? Can't blame a bloke for givin' a lady what she asks for, can ya? Can't ... oh bloody hell! Quit talkin' to yourself, ya stupid git, an' get on with it!

"You want hard, pet? I can give you hard!"
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The next thing Buffy knew, she was flat on her back without quite knowing how she'd gotten that way. Spike's cock was still inside her, and she thrust desperately upward against it, against him, trying to have him deeper, faster, closer.

"Patience, luv," Spike purred in her ear, placing his hands on her hips and holding her still. "There's more'n one kind of hard, ya know." He began thrusting into her, maddeningly slowly, but soooooo deep. And on each stroke, at the point when penetration was deepest, at the point when they were closest, he ground his pelvis against hers ... rubbing her clit obliquely, and driving her nearly insane with want.

Oh my god ... so good ... Spike ... all the way inside me ... filling me ... want more ... want closer, deeper, faster, more!

Res his his forehead against hers, Spike stared deeply into her eyes as he continued his slow, deep, delicious thrusts, his hands still restraining her hips from speeding their rhythm. Buffy whimpered.

"Shhhhhhhh," he whispered, his lips moving across her cheek to caress her earlobe. "Plenty of time for that, pet. No rush ..."

"Yes rush!" Buffy replied desperately. "Yes YES rush! Spike, I want more, need more, need ..." But she momentarily lost her ability to speak when Spike ground against her clit again and she arched instinctively against him. "Oh god, that feels good! Do that again!"

Spike's tongue flicked out to trace the curve of her ear -- oh, tongue! feels so good! mmm ... -- before he quoted her own words back to her, "Your wish is my command, sweetheart," and then began thrusting and grinding in a slow, relentless rhythm, while sucking and licking and nibbling at her ear, her neck, her shoulder, her lips ... everywhere he could reach.

Someone's singing, somewhere. Or is it chanting? Uh ... is that me?

Under her breath, because she barely had any breath to spare, Buffy repeated with each thrust, "Again ... and again ... and again ... and again ... and a ... god ...oh god ... oh my god ... oh yes ... ohgodohgodohmyGOOOOODDDDDDD!" Okay, so that last bit wasn't under her breath. More like a scream, to be honest. Because suddenly the world exploded, and time exploded, and her body exploded, and her brain simply ed ted to exist, and all she was ... all that was left of her was throbbing, and heat, and pleasure, and ... wholeness.

And then, slowly, the world began to return, beginning with awareness of her own breathing, and her heartbeat, and sweaty hair in her face, and ... god! ... Spike was still thrusting, slow, slow, slow, so slow, so very slow ... and when she opened her eyes, he was gazing back at her, and there was something there, something in his eyes, something drawing her in ... and she kissed him ... lips, tongues, tongues, yes, mmmmmmmmmm ...
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Pulling his mouth free, Spike mused teasingly, "Now, see, that's one kind of 'hard' ... but -- now that I think on it -- I don't think it's the kind you were after, pet. But I aim to please, so I'm glad to give it another go, see if I can do a bit better this time."

He rolled them over, pulling her on top of him so that they were back to the position in which they'd started. His hands on her hips, Spike gently urged her up, then down, then up again, until she started picking up his rhythm. "Now, how 'bout you show me what kinda 'hard' you were after, an' I'll do my best to oblige."

Resting her hands on Spike's shoulders, Buffy sat up and shook out her hair, then sat up straighter to lift her hands to smooth the golden strands away from her face. The movement caused her breasts to lift and bounce tantalizingly, and Spike's cock twitched and jerked inside her in reaction to the sight.

"Mmmm ..." Buffy smirked. "You liked that, did you?"

Spike groaned his agreement, then lifted his hands to caress and knead the soft, full mounds. Buffy's head fell back, her hair cascading behind her to tickle his thighs, and the movement of her hips sped up.

Guess now's a good time to thank my lucky stars for vamp stamina, Spike thought, 'cause otherwise I'd've popped already. He glanced up at the sky above him. Now, those've definitely gotta be my lucky stars, 'cause I have never gotten so lucky as tonight!

Buffy raised her head again and looked down at him, then licked her lips and ran her hands over Spike's smooth chest. Still riding him, she leaned down to suck one of his nipples into her hot mouth, then suckled strongly ... then bit down.

Spike bucked beneath her. "Bloody hell!" Bloody chit's gonna kill me!

She gave him a siren smile. "You like?"

"Oh yeah," he panted. "I like."

Buffy braced her hands against Spike's chest and began riding him even harder and faster, biting her full lower lip and watching his face. Bloody bloody BLOODY hell ... this isn't gonna last much longer!

Spike slid one hand purposefully across Buffy's lower abdomen, but Buffy shook her head slightly. "I'm too sensitive," she panted.

"Trust me," Spike replied, and slowly slid his hand further down, rotating his wrist so that his fingers rested sideways on her lower belly, his palm covered her curly pubic hair, and the heel of his thumb rested just ...

"Oh my god!" Buffy cried.

Yup, just the right spot. Spike smiled slightly, and slowly rotated the heel of his thumb, massaging Buffy's clit in gentle circles as she slammed herself down on his cock harder and harder with each stroke. She threw her head back again, her mouth open and gasping, the muscles in her entire body tensing.

So bloody beautiful. So incredibly fucking bloody beautiful!

Her fingernails dug into the muscles of his chest, the pain pushing Spike that much closer ... closer ... closer ... He closed his eyes and focused his attention on his hand rubbing against her, faster now, following the rhythm of her bouncing on his cock ... faster ... faster ... faster ...

And then suddenly her eyes were closed tight, her mouth open wide, her voice shouting joyfully to the night sky ... and the sight of her, the sound of her cumming for him, on him, around him, because of him, triggered Spike's own orgasm, and he found himself bucking uncontrollably up into her wet warmth, his back arching off the blanket, his toes curling into the sand, his voice joining her sweetly uncontrolled calls with his own hoarse howl of pleasure.

Afterward, Spike lay panting with Buffy collapsed limply on top of him. He carefully rolled them over, so that they lay side-by-side facing each other. And he held her close.

Bloody unbelievable ... bloody fucking unbelievable ... better than any bloody fantasy known to man ...

His hand slid up along her smooth thigh, into the dip of her waist, then back up over that incredibly sexy curve of hip.

Buffy's face emerged from a tangle of blond hair to eye him dubiously. "Um ... aren't you supposed to roll over and fall asleep right about now?"

"I'm a vampire, pet. We're nocturnal, remember? I'm just ... gettin' ... started ..."
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Quite some time -- and an indeterminate number of orgasms -- later, Spike lay holding Buffy close to his chest and asked, "Now, what was that you were sayin' 'bout the Nibblet knowin' ... ?"

"Well, um ... I told you we all played the question game last night. And ... well ... I was honest. That's the rule -- right? So ... well ... they pretty much know what's going on."

Spike glanced at her in alarm. "All of 'em? They know everything?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I didn't give details, you big dolt!" She leaned over to kiss his lips. "But, otherwise, yeah. They know."

Spike lay in stunned silence.

"My turn to ask a question," Buffy said. "Do you wish I hadn't told them?"

"Only if I end up dusted tomorrow by some rogue vigilant-o-Scoob."

"Not gonna happen. I'll guard your luscious muscley goodness with my life," Buffy grinned at him.

Spike huffed, "I can bloody well look after myself, Slayer!"

Buffy chuckled and patted his arm, "Now you just keep telling yourself that, Spikey," then grinned mischievously at his responding growl.

"My turn to ask," Spike continued, as if Buffy had not questioned his manly manliness. "So ..." He looked up at the stars. "What'd you tell 'em?"

"The Scoobies?"

"No, pet. The Warren Commission. Of course the bloody Slayerettes!"

"That being with you makes me happy ... and I say 'yay' to happy Buffy ... so I plan to keep on being with you and keep on being happy."

Splay lay silently, staring at the sky for a long moment, then turned to look at Buffy with tears glistening in his eyes. He kissed her tenderly, but said nothing.

"My question," Buffy said, and Spike lay down on his back again, hands beneath his head, eyes watching the stars. "Why were you Silent Fi Vam Vampboy during patrol tonight?"

Spike grimaced slightly and answered, "Was afraid maybe I'd already 'helped' enough and you might cut me loose. Didn't want to push you, though, by askin'."

Buffy leaned over to kiss him soundly. "Well, have I set your mind at rest?"

Spike glanced down his body pointedly. "Not only my mind, Slayer. I think you've actually worn me out!" He paused a moment. "Well, for the next coupla minutes, anyway." He winked and smirked at her.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Your ego is even bigger than your ... mouth." She grinned and he stuck out his tongue.

Then his face got serious again. "My question, pet. Why were you cryin', that first night you sat in my lap?"

Buffy smiled tenderly at him. "Everything's been so hard ... I was feeling so lost and alone ... like no one understood, like no one accepted me, like they couldn't let me just be me, especially if that meant something like crying. My face just hurt from smiling all the time. My heart hurt even worse. But you ... you let me hurt, Spike. You let me cry. And then ... I guess you sort of helped me smile again."

Spike watched Buffy's eyes for a long time, then leaned over to kiss her very, very softly.

Several minutes passed while they both simply watched the stars above them. Eventually, Spike suggested reluctantly, "We should rinse off in the water 'fore we go, pet. Sand's a bitch if it gets into the wrong places."

Buffy reached out to intertwine her fingers with Spike's. "And then will you come home with me tonight?"

Spike propped himself up on his side and looked into her eyes. "You sure, luv?"

"Well, my room's a lot more comfortable than your crypt ... though I seem to remember I slept pretty well in your lap the other night."

"Buffy, luv, I'd be happy to hold you in my arms every night for the rest of your life."

She gently stroked his cheek and said, "Let's just start with tonight, okay?" Spike kissed her softly and nodded.

After a few more moments, they both stood and stretched well-exercised muscles, then waded into the water hand-in-hand. After they'd very thoroughly assured themselves that they were both completely and utterly sand-free in the most important places, they began packing everything back into the car.

"Don't go forgettin' those raspberries and whipped cream," Spike said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "I'm sure we can find some use for 'em later tonight."

Buffy laughed and kissed him -- hard -- and they then proceeded to break several speed limits on the trip back to Revello Drive. They both agreed it was for a very, very good cause.

- The End -

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