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Bad, Bad Thing	By : pepperlandgirl Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 9--Family Ties, Take Two.
Spike came home a night earlier than his father and his step-mother expected. He figured they would probably be out, and he would need the extra time to settle in and prepare to meet his father�s new trophy. He always liked to have at least a night to acquaint himself with the �new� house and all the changes that came with the new acquisition of a hot little blonde.

Not that Spike knew for sure that Buffy was a hot, little blonde but he had a hunch based on his father�s past choices. There was Bunny, Candy, Pixie, her sister Trixie (and thank God Spike was too young to remember most of that), Tammy, and Luanne. The death of his wife, Spike�s mother, had launched Rupert�s obsessiith ith youth and beauty. Spike was used to them by now, and just hoped that Buffy wouldn�t be too annoying and be on her way soon, with a nice alimony check and a car (BMW, more likely than not) as parting gifts.

When Spike got home and stripped for the shower, the house was empty. When he left the shower, he had no reason to believe that it wouldn�t be any longer. He walked through the house, casually naked, on his way to the kitchen for a late night snack. That was the best thing about coming home�the food. It seemed he never had enough to eat at school. He had been dreaming about a huge turkey and ham sandwich with plenty of mustard and cheese, and just a slice of tomato on a�

�Who the bloody hell are you?� Spike exclaimed.

Buffy turned around quickly, and then ducked her eyes. �Um, I�m Buffy. You must be Spike.�

Spike frantically grabbed a dish cloth to cover himself. It did�barely. �I am. Now if you�ll excuse me��

Spike fled the kitchen for his bedroom. When he was dressed and not quite so embarrassed, he re-emerged and found Buffy in the living room.

�Sorry about that,� Spike said. �I thought I was the only one home.�

Buffy smiled. �It�s cool. I just got home a few minutes ago.�

�Where�s Rupes?�

�He�s still at the party.�

�And he sent you home by yourself?�

�He didn�t send me home.� She shrugged. �I was bored, I left.�

Spike laughed at that. He couldn�t help it. �You aren�t supposed to leave, pet. You�re supposed to stick around and make dear ol� Dad look good.�

�His friends are boring,� Buffy protested.

�I agree.�

�They�re jerks too.�

�Yeah? What did they do?�

�Pinch my ass all night.�

Spike nodded. �That used to drive Tammy crazy.�

�Who? Oh, right, the 4th one.�

�You know all the exes?�

�Yeah. Met most of them at the wedding.�

Spike rolled his eyes. �Why am I not surprised?�

�Most of them were nice,� she offered.

�Yeah, I bet those harpies were real sweet.�

�You don�t like them much?�

�Never were around long enough for me to like them.� Spike looked up sharply. �Uh, sorry. Not saying anything about the longevity of your relationship.�

�No, it�s ok. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married him.�

�Then why did you? If you don�t mind me asking.�

�Seemed like a good idea at the time.�

Spike laughed again. �That notion pretty much rules my life.�

�You weren�t supposed to be home tonight, were you?�

�No, but thought I�d show up early anyway.�

�Doing anything tonight?�

�No.�

�Wanna watch these movies with me?�

�Sure.� He didn�t really care what the movies were. Wouldn�t make a difference anyway, he�d probably mainly watch her. Of all of his �new moms�, she was definitely the hottest. Just a little slip of a thing, but she didn�t look frail, and she had enormous green eyes and nice tits. He suspected though that she wasn�t a natural blonde, he was dying for a chance to find out for sure.

Buffy enjoyed the movies, though they weren�t Spike�s typical fair. But he enjoyed the fact that she liked them, because when she laughed, she was absolutely stunning. She had a smile on her face for most of the night, and Spike decided to make it his life mission to keep it there. He could not believe how much her face lit up the room.

Halfway through the second movie, she fell asleep. She leaned against him, her head resting on her shoulder, her soft breast against his arm. He gave up all pretense of concentrating on the movie, and instead watched her sleep. She looked so�innocent. Not the kind of woman he expected to be married to his father.

While he was thinking of how lovely she looked, her hand fell forward. Right onto his groin. His cock, already half-hard, twitched in response. He froze, torn between leaving her be and waking her up. On the one hand, the warm pressure from her hand felt very good. But she probably thought he was his father, and that wasn�t fair to her.

Just as he was about to wake her, she shifted. Now her hand was practically gripping him, and he was gritting his teeth. Wake her up, you git. But I don�t want to. But you have to. But this feels good. But she thinks you�re Rupert! Damn.

�Buffy? Buffy, pet, wake up.�

Her only response was to cuddle closer to him, nuzzling her head in his arm. Spike took a deep breath and attempted to move her hand away. She gripped him tighter.

�Buffy, as fun as this is, you have to wake up now.�

�You smell good, Spike,� she murmured, still mostly asleep.

His erection had been shrinking, but hearing her say his name made him harder than ever. �So do you, Buffy.�

She smiled. �You�re so nice.�

�I try.�

�You feel nice.� Her grip tightened.

�Uh, huh.�

She opened her eyes, and looked up at him. �Do you like me, Spike?�

�Yeah,� he breathed.

�I saw a picture of you. Right after I moved in. You were at the beach. You know the one?�

�Yeah.� He would have loved to be able to answer her more than one syllable, but all of the blood had rushed from his head, and he was almost dizzy.

�Wanted to meet you ever since.�

�Why?�

She let go, sat up, and then kneeled on the couch beside him. She pressed against him and leaned forward to nibble on his ear playfully. He tasted as good as he smelled. �I�ve been very lonely. He goes to work every day and leaves me here, when he comes home, he holes up in office and ignores me.�

Her hand fingers ran lightly up his chest, and she marveled at how defined his body was. He was beautiful naked, and she had been wet all night after seeing him without any clothes on, still slightly wet from the shower, his blonde hair tousled and curly.

Spike turned his head quickly, and caught her lips. She kissem bam back eagerly, and he pulled her over until she was straddling his lap. Buffy pulled his shirt over his head as he quickly unbuttoned her blouse. It was absolutely imperative to feel her soft, silky skin against his chest. He wanted to see her entire beautiful body.

Buffy wasn�t wearing a bra, and as soon as the shirt was gone, Spike latched onto her nipple, biting it and rolling it around his tongue. She moaned in encouragement, and he began gently caressing her other one.

�Want you,� she moaned. She undid his pants and began grinding against his now exposed cock, already wet with pre-come.

She moved faster, and leaned forward to swirl her tongue around one nipple, and then the other. He frantically pushed aside her panties, and sighed with relief when he felt the crease of her warm lips, the moisture of her arousal, touch his head. Just as he was preparing to finally enter her, she move away from him and stood up.

�Where�?�

�Shhh.�

She kneeled in front of him, and delicately licked the salty liquid off of the tip of his cock. He thought she would put it in her mouth, but instead, she continued to lick him, swirling her tongue around his head until he was panting, and then sliding it up and down his shaft, licking every little bit of him.

Buffy moved lower, to his balls, and sucked on them playfully. As she worked on him with her mouth, her finger slipped below his sack, and she rubbed him delicately with the tip of one, long fingernail. Spike gasped and threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward in a silent plea to stop teasing him.

She ignored him though, and her roving hand found the very sensitive spot on his inner thigh. She caressed and kneaded his legs as she continued to suck and nibble on his balls. He was dripping wet for her, and so close to finishing that he couldn�t think of anything except thrusting his dick deep into her throat.

Buffy finally returned her attention to his aching cock, and slid it all the way into her mouth. Spike bucked agt het her, burning from her touch, wanting more. His hand gripped the sofa, and his other hand gripped her head. It was all he could do to keep from pushing her down, making her move faster, forcing more of himself into her face.

Spike was so far gone that he almost didn�t hear the car pull up. �He�s home,� Spike gasped.

Buffy ignored him. She blissfully continued to suck him off, her tongue doing absolutely amazing, probably illegal things to him. Spike kept his ears tuned to the sound of his father�s arrival, but it was hard to concentrate when she relaxed her throat muscles and swallowed him completely.

He heard the front door slam. The keys jingled as they were dropped to the table. He was so close�so very close.

�Buffy?� His father�s voice.

Just ten more seconds. That�s all he needed.

�You home, love?�

With a final swirl of her expert tongue, he shot his load deep in her throat. She swallowed it all as she finished him off. Calmly, as though her husband wasn�t just down the hall, she stood up, wiped her smiling lips, and winked.

�I�m in the front room! And guess who arrived a night early?�
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