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The Issue of Trust	By : oldbooks Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Issue of Trust
- 2-Buffy Bound
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

This is a stand alone scene based on the opening sex scene and the memory of the handcuffed sex scene in Dead Things Season 6, Episode 13. Chapter 2 is Buffy's scene.

Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

Author's Note: Beta'd by Aribelle, Confused Muse

THE ISSUE OF TRUST

Spike Bound

Spike and Buffy were amid the wreckage of his crypt. Buffy groaning with each hard deep thrust Spike thrust into her making her body quiver. She clawed at his muscled arms, bucking her hips against his to take him deeper.

Spike buried his face in the hollow of her throat, his fingers kneading into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her writhing body against him as he ground into her. He growled softly near her ear when she bit his shoulder and felt her muscles tighten around him in orgasm, setting his own off.

Spike slowly rolled off her, collapsing beside her under the Oriental rug. They stared at each other completely amazed at the explosive passion that just occurred between them, looking around at the carnage.

Buffy eyed the bed. "We missed the bed again," she said breathlessly.

Spike followed her sight progress around the rubble. "Lucky for the bed, then."

Buffy smiled a bit and finally noticed the d�cor of the crypt. She examined the Oriental rug they were covered by, "Is this a new rug?"

Spike smirked and gazed at the rug himself. "No. It just looks different when you're under it."

Buffy looked around at the d�cor again. "This place is okay for a hole in the ground. You fixed it up."

Spike worked the kinks out of his neck. "I ate a decorator once. Maybe something stuck."

Buffy smiled at that. "I've been thinking about doing something to my room."

"Yeah?" Spike seemed genuinely interested.

Buffy looked away from him for a moment. "Yeah. I think the New Kids on the Block posters are starting to date me."

Spike chuckled, kissing her shoulder. "Well, If you want, I can � Are we having a conversation?"

Buffy crinkled her nose. "What? No. Sort of."

"Hm." Spike just looked at her.

"What?" Buffy looked at him quizzically.

Spike looked away and then back at her. "Well isn't this the part where you kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering?"

Now it was Buffy's turn to smirk. "That's the plan. As soon as my legs start working again."

He eyed her body. His eyes caressed her curves hungrily, moving over her shoulders, her throat, her chest, her rounded breasts, back to her kiss-bruised lips.

"You were amazing," he whispered, trailing his fingertips over her shoulders.

Buffy's breath caught. "You, uh, got the job done too."

Spike kissed her shoulder, his hands sliding under the rug down her ribs and stomach to the apex of her thighs. "I was just trying to keep up. The things you do . . . the way you make it hurt in all the wrong places. I've never been with such an animal."

Buffy shut down then. Her face clouded with uncertainty. "I'm not an animal."

Spike raised his scarred eyebrow and licked his lips. "Want to see the bite marks?"

Buffy gave him a pained look of apology and uncertainty before going about locating her clothes. "It's late. I should try to catch Dawn before she goes to bed."

Spike fell back on the rugs and sighed. "And she's off."

Buffy went under the rug to scavenge her clothes, ignoring his comment.

"Have you seen my underwear?" Her voice muffled by the rug.

Spike raised his head and looked in the direction of her voice. "What is this to you? This thing we have?"

Buffy came up from under the covers after failing to locate her panties. "We don't have a thing. We just have . . . this. That's all."

Spike looked at her, hurt. "Do you even like me?"

Buffy stopped to look him, her gaze moving over his face considering his question. "Sometimes."

Spike's blue eyes got darker with his rising passion. "But you like what I do to you."

His seductive whisper stopped all thought. He had her there. All he had to do was be in the same room or look at her and she was hot for him. He was in her dreams. Spike grinned a bit at her. He reached behind him and produced a pair of handcuffs that dangled from a long finger. He gave her a hot look. "Do you trust me?"

Buffy finally regained her voice and replied softly, "Never."

Spike smirked. "We'll see. Until then, I do trust you."

Spike got up and picked Buffy up to carry her to the untouched bed. He laid her down on it moving beside her, he propped himself up on his forearm. He skimmed his fingers over her shoulders, followed by kisses. He drug his lips over her soft, sensitive flesh, intermittently licking her skin. He licked her chest and kissed the globes of her breasts. He pinched her nipples to attention pressing a bit a harder each time until she cried out a moan.

Buffy arched against Spike, pressing her breasts into his big, strong hands. Her body arched as he kissed and licked his way along each rib until he reached her stomach. His tongue against the tender flesh of her belly caused her muscles to quiver under his touch.

Spike opened her thighs as he made progress toward the tight curls at the apex of her thighs. He ran his fingers along her cleft opening her folds gently. He dipped his head down to run a long lick over her tender pink lips from clit to entrance and back.

Buffy moaned and rocked her hips against his mouth, gyrating against the long strokes of his tongue. Her fingers delved into the curls of his bleached hair, holding him to her as she bucked her hips against his mouth.

"Spike . . . oh, God. Your tongue . . ." was all she managed to get out on a groan. She arched her back offering herself to him.

Spike found her clit with his fingertips and massaged the sensitive bud as he thrust his tongue inside her heat making her grip the sheets and cry out in ecstasy. She strained and gyrated against him, rubbing her clit against the friction of his fingers. That sent her over the edge.

Spike prowled up her body until he was level with her again and kissed her passionately. She tasted herself on his lips and opened her mouth for the invasion of his tongue. His tongue plundered her mouth so exquisitely that she turned to warm butter in his hands.

When Spike finally broke the kiss to let her up for air, she watched him through a haze of renewed passion. She pushed him over on his back and straddled his hips. She grabbed the handcuffs and locked his wrists in them over his head.

Buffy took her sweet time licking, nipping and kissing his body. Her nails trailed over the flesh as she ran her tongue along the column of his throat. She kissed over his chest and nipped at his nipples feeling his back arch under her attentions as she moved down his stomach.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and, gripping the shaft, stroked him gently as she ran her tongue over the head and down the underside of the shaft, dragging her tongue back up the head. She wrapped her lips around the tip, opened her mouth over the head and slowly engulfed his hard cock in the heat of her mouth. For her efforts she was award with a feral growl as he slowly thrust himself inside her mouth. She traced the veins of his cock as he rubbed his shaft over her tongue with his thrusting movements. Licking the pre-cum off the tip earned her another feral growl from deep in his throat.

She let go of his shaft and straddled his hips again. Buffy reached down between her legs and guided Spike's shaft inside her. Her hands slid up his stomach, chest and arms to his cuffed wrists. Buffy started to rock on his hips, his cock rubbing against her G-spot from this vantage point. She bucked her hips, riding him slow and deep.

Spike was in heaven. He didn't know how really. Her hot little muscles were contracting around his thick shaft so tightly it hurt. But the rocking of her hips caused him to hit her G-spot. Watching her reaction to it spurred his passion on more. He arched his back, the muscles in his arms and torso bunched, then stretched as he thrust up inside her hot core.

"Bloody hell. Buffy, you're so hot and tight . . ." Spike groaned as he continued to thrust deep inside her. His face moved from an expression of pain when her muscles clenched at him to pleasure when she rode him.

When he could finally take no more, Spike rolled them over and off the bed, crashing to the rug below. He braced his weight on his forearms, his wrists still cuffed, resting above her head. He kissed her shoulder and licked her throat at its pulse point. Then with hard, deep strokes that picked up speed, he continued to bury himself to the hilt inside her depths.

Buffy cried out against his muscled bicep. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, pulling him against her and strained against his thrusting hips. She clawed her nails down his back, biting his shoulder again as she crested an orgasm.

Spike smirked his satisfaction at her reaction to him. He growled into her throat and bit her with blunt teeth when she squeezed her muscles around his cock and milked him of his very un-life. He heard her screams of his name and felt her tremble under him, her muscles creating a vice grip around him that sent him over the edge after her.

They collapsed on the floor together, finally exhausted after 5 hours of this exquisite experience. Buffy kissed him passionately and drifted off in his arms. Spike moved to where his cuffed wrists encircled her body and slept, spooned against her soft, hot, pliable body, Dawn having been forgotten in the aftermath.
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