Willow's Dare
by VampasticA

What's the What? The usual group of scoobs minus Dawn, who was staying at a friends and Spike, who, while not really a
boniefied Scooby, has been avoiding Buffy and co. Since Willow pulled the little poof and brought Buffy back from the
beyond.

Rating? NC-17 Naughty, Naughty stuff!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, niet; I just use the spuffy ones in my own sick little fantasies.

Feedback: I'd beg but Buffy stole my damn kneepads! In other words: YES PLEASE!!!*
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11:00pm Buffy's House


Buffy sat in her living room surrounded by her friends and silently contemplated Spike's sudden disappearances and
wondered where he was hiding himself these days though, she knew well enough to just leave it be for the time being.
*He'll be back in his own time on his terms, he still needs to adjust to having his non-beating heart torn apart and then
handed back to him put together with rubber bands and scotch tape. *  She smiled to herself as she thought of him
checking up on her and Dawn's safety every night when he thought they had gone to sleep.   She knew he did this simply
because she had woken early on more than one occasion to find him fast asleep in the chair across from her bed.   She
never minded though, she just got up, put a blanket over his still form, kissed him softly on the forehead, and went back to
bed. Never realizing that he was watching her with thoughtful eyes as she, in all her sleep tousled beauty, climbed back
under the covers. They never spoke of it, and in the morning she'd wake up to a neatly folded blanket and a red rose. It
was sweet, but she missed him. More than she cared to admit to herself or to anyone else. He always managed to make
her feel more alive than anyone or anything could, she felt charged with energy and ready to kick ass when he was fighting
with by her side and he made her laugh. He made her shout in anger, and frustration almost as much, but most of all he just
made her be Buffy, and that made her smile.

"Um...Buffy...earth to Buffy," Xander said snapping his finger in front of Buffy's glazed eyes, making her suddenly blink.

"Yep, she's still in there. Your turn Buffster." He said passing the quarter to her. They had been sitting at the dining room
table playing Truth or Dare quarters for the past hour with Buffy leading with no drinks or dares and all the rest slightly tipsy
from frequent shots. It wasn't that she was good at the game, it was just her reflexes were better than the rest, sometimes
superhuman came in handy.

Plunk...went the quarter into the shot glass, smiling a little wickedly, Buffy turned to her left and asked,

" So, Anya, Truth or Dare?"

"Oh, truth, I so much like truth better," Anya said leaning heavily on the palm of her hand.

"Is it true that Xander sometimes likes to wear your panties? Sometimes even during sex?"

"What? Hey, no fair this is supposed to be a question for Anya, her truth not mine!" Looking at the former demon sternly
he said "No, Anya, No!"

Slugging down the tequila Anya nodded sloppily with a lopsided grin,
"He 'specially likes the cotton, says they feel reeaaallll nice."

Xander at this point is looking for the nearest next dimensional portal to pop into. Or the nearest rock to climb under and
die from embarrassment.

"This is not fair," he squeaked, "where the hell is my back up? Where the hell is Spike?'

" I cannot believe I just said that," looking like he just swallowed a bug, as Buffy missed her second shot deliberately drank
the tequila and passed the quarter to Willow.

"Speaking of Spike..." Willow said her emerald eyes sparkling with a fiendish glow, as her quarter made a satisfying
plunking sound as it went into the shot glass, "Buffy, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare" *definitely dare* she thought to herself.

"OOOooooo the stakes are gonna go high now." Xander crowed.

"You have too..." whispering commenced between the scoobs as Buffy began to wonder what she had gotten herself into.

"O.k., we do happen to know where Spike is tonight, he's at Willies Bar. Willie seems to be throwing a little strip action
tonight, and its no girls allowed, except of course the entertainment."

*Oh No*

"Your dare is that you have to go in there, give Spike a private lap dance and bring back something personal of his to
prove it. Your choice of what the personal item is of course." Willow's green eyes sparkled wickedly again so Buffy knew
there was know way of getting out of this one but she had to try.

"No! In fact, Hell No! If you think I'm going to Willies for all of demon kind to see the slayer as a stripper and then let
Spike paw me, you have seriously gone 'round the bend." She protested not even realizing she had used Spike speak.

"Well...we'd put a glamour on you first so that no one but Spike recognizes you," said Willow.

"And she can use that amulet," Tara said getting into the act, " You know the one Will."

"Oh yeah as long as you wear it, as soon as you physically touch him he's a good little vamp he gets the full range of
sensations but no touchy feelies. Well, on his side that is. Kinda like being stuck in quicksand, just not as ooky. "

"Course you need a word to break the charms spell when you leave so the poor guy can move," Willow pondered
"....hmmm, how about fluffy bunny feet?"

At this point everyone roared in laughter at poor Anya's look of terror.
"Sorry An, just funnin'."

Xander suddenly sat up very straight, " how about looks like Spike got his. Make him feel a little less high and mighty. A
little torment for the Spikester?"

Pretending to think it over for a moment, when in reality her hormones had already left for Willies, Buffy nodded.
"O.k., fine, I'll do it. This could even be fun, um...but what do I wear? I have absolutely nothing stripperesh in my
wardrobe."

"Oh don't worry about that," said Willow with a snap of her fingers,"Gotcha' covered."

"Or more to the point, not covered." Anya pointed out.



12:30 am Willies Bar

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this." Buffy mumbled, thinking Spike would have to be dead to not notice her in the outfit
Willow had put on her. Laughing to herself at the thought she just had, she turned to Willow and Tara,

"You're absolutely sure the spell and the amulet are going to work?"

Willow nodded, "Course, me and Tara have been working on them for weeks." She finished drunkenly.

"Weeks?! What do you mean weeks?" Buffy demanded.

Slapping a hand over her mouth, Buffy could clearly make out Willow say an "Oops, not supposed 'ta tell. Well, gotta go,
have fun."

Buffy watched with her hands on her hips, only mildly irritated as what was supposed to be her nearest and dearest
staggered off and drunken laughter echoed through the night.

Turning towards Willies, Buffy sighed before she pulled herself up to her full 6ft height (the six inch black patent, thigh high
stiletto boots helped a lot.) And strode purposefully into the dingy dive.

Inside Willies

*Geez and I thought this place was a dump during the day, * came her first thought looking around the cracked booths
and the peeling paint.

"You here for the bachelor party, sexy?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, yeah bachelor party," a small rush of unwanted relief flooded through her as she realized Spike wasn't here just to ogle
the Succubi that had been hired for the entertainment. *That's ok he'll be begging for more than that when I'm done
with him. *

"It's in the back." Willie said.

"Huh?"

"The party? In the back." Indicating a partially hidden door on her left.

"You're kinda late but I don't think they'll mind, fine succubus as yourself."

Buffy had to smile at that; the glamour was working if Willie couldn't see her.  

"First a drink, on the house from Willie, maybe you and me later..." he leered as he placed a shot of whiskey on the bar in
front of her.

" You never know, lover." She said downing the drink. She was definitely in need of some liquid courage. Setting the glass
on the bar she spied a jar full of lollipops sitting on the bar, "You mind?" she asked nodding at the jar.

"Nah....Sweet tooth huh?"  

Winking at Willie as she popped a red cherry pop in her mouth, "Foreplay."


The Back Room

Something felt strange. Spike shook his head to clear it, thinking maybe he'd had too much to drink, which was before he
realized he hadn't drunk anything yet except for a whiskey. Not nearly enough to make him feel this strange. The only other
time he could remember ever feeling like this was around...Scanning the room quickly he saw her the same time she saw
him.

*Jesus, * was his first thought when he saw the slayer. * What the hell is she doing in the middle of a demons bachelor
party? And why was he the only one to notice? And what the hell is she wearing? * This last thought followed quickly
by the sudden erection in his jeans just screaming for slayer.

Leaning against a wall on the far side of the room Buffy eyed Spike coquettishly through the heart shaped pink sunglasses
she had taken from dawn's room, all the time running her left hand down her toned stomach into the top of her very low,
very tight, laced black vinyl short, shorts. At the same time running the sucker over her ruby lips, making sure he could see
her pink tongue and her teeth graze the top of the sucker.

Spike's non-existent breath hitched in his chest as his bluer than blue eyes nearly popped and his mind kicked into instant
overload. *Play it cool Spikey, she's here for a reason. Probably Scooby stuff. Yeah, and that's what the get ups for
to seduce some would be demon to death. *

Buffy grinned inwardly to herself as a succubae walked by smiling at Buffy and handing her a drink,
"Here hon' helps with the boredom." She said as she rolled her golden eyes and kept walking.

Looking at Spike she could almost hear his thoughts, *No way is the slayer gonna down that, yada, yada, yada. *
Feeling naughty she popped out her sucker and in one graceful swallow the whole drink was gone. Still looking at Spike,
she ran her finger around the rim and sucked it dry before replacing the sucker.

*Little chit just doesn't know what she's gotten 'erself into, * running his tongue over his sharp teeth his eyes flashing
predatory gold. * So baby wants to play? Oh she'll play all right, and she's gonna play all night if I have my way. *    
        

*Well, this is all well and good, * Buffy thought to herself, *but if I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna have to do it soon. *
Pulling herself to her full height she walked towards Spike swinging her hips all the while running her hand down the tanned
cleavage her skin tight vinyl vest showed, and looking at him like she was going to eat him alive. * Oh yeah baby, that's
definitely sex in my eyes.*

Silkily moving up to him as he was talking to a rancor demon she leaned over and whispered in his ear,"Wanna private dance from a slayer?"
Running her hand suggestively down his blue silk shirt to the top of his jeans,"I'm all yours tonight baby." Leaning back and looking at him
with her big hazel eyes,"Just say the word."

Spike watched her as she pulled the sucker out of her mouth, noting that the color was blood red, and watched hypnotized
as her straight white teeth bit down into the sweet treat. That was all he needed.

"Mmmm ...How many licks does it take to get to the center of your tootsie pop?" She purred into his ear.

Making a remark in the Rancor demons tongue, the demon chuckled patted her on the ass and walked away.
"You just got yourself one hell of a night slayer." He growled as his blue eyes sparked at her.

*Oh Lord, * her inner Faith thought, * I hope so. *


Private Dance

Watching her walk was to say tantalizing in the best way. Spike couldn't keep his eyes off the curve of her ass as she
sashayed into one of the adjoining private rooms.  Looking around she spied a lounge with more than enough room to
make him suffer, so without so much as a glance over her shoulder, she nodded towards the couch and said throatily,
"Sit, the shows about to begin."

Spike did as he was told wondering what the slayer was doing behind the curtains, *she wasn't really going to go
through with this was she? * Though the almost unbearable throbbing in his jeans wished fervently otherwise.
Unbuttoning the top three buttons on his black leather pants, Spike thought *Better loosen up afore she comes back,
never know what the slayer 'ad on her mind. *

The lights in the room began to dim till it was black as pitch Spikes vampire eyes still picking up Buffys lithe form as she
moved onto the stage and wrapped her hand around the brass pole in front of her supporting her weight when the music
started.

I love the way you look at me, I feel the pain you place inside                                                                                   
You lock me up inside your dirty cage, Well Im alone inside my mind
I like to teach you all the rules; I get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed, but then your secrets never show

Spike recognized the group, *Puddle of Mud, pretty good too, they were, not as good as Subhumanz but still ok. *  
Song was called Control. *Over who? * He wondered, *me? Yeah slayer that'll be the bloody day. * The smirk that
was on his face quickly died away as he realized that a spotlight had come on her and was now bathing her in deep purple
light, as she wrapped one of her legs around the pole and did a pretty good show of having sex with it.

Her head dropped back in a perfect arch as her golden mane of hair that had been pulled tight into a high ponytail, brushed
the floor underneath her.  Leaning her body up and close to the pole, she ran a hot tongue down it before pinning Spike to
his seat with her smoldering eyes.

I Need To Feel You...You Need To Feel Me
I Can't Control You...You're not the one for me, NO!
I Can't Control You...You Can't Control Me
I Need To Feel You...So Why's there even you and me?

Letting go of the pole she moved her hands down her taut stomach to inch their way into the top of her shorts. Spike
unknowingly held his breath watching her as she undulated and moved to the music like a cat.  *Damn, all I want to do is
throw her down and bury myself inside of her until she's screaming my name. * Spike's hand creeping down to readjust his
erection.

Knowing that he was watching her every move was turning her on every bit, as it was he. Dropping to her knees on the
floor and swinging her head to the beat, she slowly started to untie her shorts.  Inch-by-Inch of creamy skin was revealed
as she ran a hand up to her mouth sucking on her fingers and licking her wet ruby lips. Spike thought he was gonna go
crazy by the time she lay on her stomach with her side to him doing a very sexy shimmy out of her shorts that looked
remarkably like she was orgasming right there in front of him.  Slowly she stretched her body on the floor turning so her
back was to him and all he could stare at was the black lace thong that replaced the shorts and her perfect round ass, just
begging to be bit.

Pulling her lithe body up from the floor her back to Spike the whole time, Buffy ran her hands down her rib cage, to her
waist, and finally over her taut buttocks. Slapping one hand down on the right cheek, hard enough to leave a reddened
hand print and then doing the same with the left cheek, she let out a groan of pure animalism.  Turning her head to look over
one shoulder at spike, she did a back flip so that she was now standing face first looking at him.  Running her tongue over
her lips and closing her eyes, she ran both hands up her neck and down again, her fingers clutching at the edges of her vest,
with a sudden violent wrench she ripped the offending garment from her body, leaving only hot skin and heaving breasts in
a black lace pushup bra and matching thong.

I like the way you rake my skin I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get you voice out of my head cause I'm the guy you never find
I think you know all of the rules  'there's no expression on my face
I hope that someday you will let me go   Release me from my dirty cage.

With a snap of her firm legs, Buffy flipped herself off of the stage, and began a dance so erotic it would have put any
stripper to shame, in front of spike. Bumping and grinding, shimmying and moving so sensuously it took all of Spike's self
control not to touch her.

Leaning over him, her breasts thrust inches away from his face, she rested one hand behind his head, and rested the heel of
the other on his chest. *Time for some fun,* she thought, as she could see the confusion on his face as the charm did its
trick.

Running her hands down his chest she grabbed the satin shirt and ripped it down the middle, only to take a minute to
admire his muscled chest before running her hot tongue down his abdomen to the top of his unbuttoned jeans.

Spike tried in vain to touch her, but it was a lost cause and her touch was driving him insane. *Christ, she must ave ad the
witch come up with a spell, * he thought before he noticed the gem around her neck for the first time, (he was after all
looking at other things).  

*Interesting...*Recognizing the charm for what it was, he couldn't help but be impressed by the slayers ingenuity. He again
wondered where this was leading and did she have the guts to tough it out? One thing was for sure, when his hands came
free, she was going to find out what it was like to be possessed by a demon tonight.

Buffy moved her lithe body up spikes brushing her lace-clad breasts against his cool chest. A shudder moved through his
body passing into hers as she ended up straddling hips. Bumping and grinding to the pulsating music, she ran her hands up
to either side of his face, staring at his mouth with a look of pure seduction, she then dropped her candied lips to his for a
long deep kiss. She practically sizzled with sexual energy, burning him long and deep. Making him want to go up in flames
with her wrapped around his rock hard cock.  Leaning her body back while still straddling his lap she ground her most
female parts against his straining body, slipping her hands to the front of her bra, she looked into the ink blue irises and
unsnapped it. With a wicked smile on her face she bared her perfect breasts to his heated gaze. Her nipples were already
erect, showing Spike that he wasn't the only one affected by the dance.

Surprise, shock, and definite possession of power fought for control on his face as he realized that not only did he want her
beyond all sane thought, but also that she wanted him the same.  

Buffy recognized the very moment he realized that her whole show of control was just that, a show. What she really wanted
was to be pounded into orgasmic mindlessness by the vamp that had held her interest from the very first.  A look of longing
passed over her eyes as she reached between them and tore her panties from her body, she then leaned over and
whispered in his ear," I guess Spike got his didn't he?" With that statement made, Spike realized that he had gained control
once more of his hands, it took him less than a second to undo his leather pants and impale the slayer on his cool stiff cock.

The shriek that she let loose shook the very rafters as she felt him fill the innermost of her womanhood. Pulling her honeyed
lips down to his again he continued to thrust into her as she began her descent into sexual madness. Throwing her hair over
her right shoulder she beckoned him to her neck as his demon emerged. Embedding his teeth into her soft supple neck, her
blood ran into his mouth as his cock exploded into her overheated depths and Buff screamed out her ecstasy as she
convulsed around his hardness. Shudder after shudder went through the both of them and they joined into one orgasmic
bliss filled being. Resting her head on his shoulder she turned her face into his neck sighing contentedly.

" Mmmmm, now that was a lap dance I could live with forever," Spike said, before gently brushing his lips against hers.


A few minutes later on Spike's lap *YUM*



"So slayer what brought on the show this evenin?"  Spike's roughened british accent curling deliciously down her spine
following the path of his cool hands and making her shiver with want. "Not that 'm complainin', just un'spected."

"Mmmm... a little tequila, some truth or dare, took the dare and you, you sexy vamp,were the lucky winner." Her voice
muffled against his hard chest as she inhaled the uniquely Spike scent that clung to his skin.

*Sexy?* Spike quirked an eyebrow at the petite blond's words, "Keep talking like that luv and you're gonna have a lot more
vamp then you bargained for." Thrusting his hips up, punctuating the comment with his now fully erect cock where they were
still attached.

Buffy's breath caught as her head snapped up to meet the burning blue of his eyes with a grind of her hips downward and
squeeze of her inner muscles she smiled wickedly as his eyes closed in ecstasy, "Show me."

Running his hands teasingly up her back  Spike pulled her heated body flush up against his with one hand while curling the
other into her wild dampened locks  savagely reclaiming her mouth with his own. Tongues battled heatedly as the two unlikely
lovers strained against each other seeking what only they could give.

Locking her hands around Spike's corded neck Buffy leaned back, her eyes drifting shut and her head thrown back allowing
Spike's eyes  to travel the supple length of her neck down the line of her rosy peaked breasts to her toned flat stomach  and
ever downward to where they were now intimately joined. A deep growl  of satisfaction emanated from his chest as he took
in the sight.  

Moisture clung to his cock as he watched himself slide to and fro from Buffy's silken entry each downward thrust bringing a
whimper of pleasure from the petite blond slayer. Dropping his cool hands to her tiny waist Spike drew her even farther onto
his surging strength, as he lowered his full lips to lash at each of  her pebbled nipples in turn.

*Oh God* Buffy's mind turned into mush as she lifted her heavy lids to gaze at the bleached demon now feasting at her
breasts as if he would never again have the pleasure. Her hazel eyes growing unfocused at each nip of his lips, and each thrust
of his hips against hers. *Oh but he's not gonna be able to get rid of me that quick. Especially if he keeps doing
...tha...at...oh God YES*

Feeling her muscles begin to flutter around him, Spike abruptly  stood and disengaged before urging the slayer to kneel on the
black leather of the lounge with her legs spread beneath her as the very liquid of their joining dripped onto the seat below.

He stood for a moment taking in the erotic sight of her glowing skin,  as each tiny movement of her unfulfilled body turned the
canvas of her back into a ballet of muscle and want. Stepping up behind her he caught her silken tresses into one hand, and
pulling them to the side bent low over her moisture slickened skin, inhaling every scent, every nuance, every desire she had to
give him.

A low rumble left his chest as he allowed his demon to come to the fore making  Buffy's body arch in unbidden response to
him. Her lust addled brain registering his demon only moments before being thrown back into a well of blazing need when she
felt his roughened tongue begin the journey from the cleft of her rounded buttocks slowly up her spine to the tender inner skin
of her neck.

" MMMmmmmmmmmmm.....ooooooooooHhhhhhh ...........SPIKEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Buffy howled in orgasm as  he
thrust his rigid length into her at the same time he bit down into the curve of her neck pulling her very essence into himself as
he pounded into her.

"Moooore....harder...........Oh god...Oh god....Oh god...." Buffy's voice shattered the stillness that surrounded them, mingling
with the sounds of wet skin slapping on wet skin. Her fingers scrabbled blindly for purchase on the back of the seat, Spike's
muscled chest pressing down on her back smashing her breasts against the leather, one of his hands clutching the back of the
seat while the other moved with purpose to the apex of her heat to run over and between her nether lips.

Pulling his fangs from her offering Spike continued to thrust into her as he felt the onset of his orgasm. "Oh fuck...Buffy...
Fuck...You feel so.........soddin'...........harder....have to..........Oh fuck yes........" He continued to chant his mantra as he
drew closer and closer his fingers continuing their dance on her clit bringing Buffy along with him.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh.........Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.............Oh..GOD...Yes ....YES....FUCK ME......I'm GONNA
CUM........I'm SO CLOSE  BABY........NOW............NOW.................OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooOOO........." Buffy's body
snapped taut as the first wave hit only to convulse around Spike's driving cock, two thrusts, three.........An inhuman sound half way
between a snarl and a growl was ripped from Spike as he reached the pinnacle and flooded her clutching womanhood with
his cool seed. "FUCK.........BUFFFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYY....."

"Oh God Spike........Oh god........so good.....never.........so......never.....Oh...oh god." Buffy's words jumbled with her harsh
panting as her chest heaved against the back of the lounge where Spike had collapsed against her his own chest straining for
unnecessary air. Turning her cheek against the moist leather Buffy let her eyes drop closed as one last delicious shudder ran
through her body causing Spike to moan quietly into her fragrant hair.

Wrapping her up in his strong arms Spike gently disengaged himself and sat down with the tiny warrior curled into his
embrace while he dropped a long kiss onto the damp skin of her forehead before resting his chiseled cheek against her golden
locks.

Buffy sighed happily against her lover's skin as she realized that he was now indeed her lover, there was no going back, nor
did she want to.

"Don' think I can give this up luv." Spike's voice rumbled pleasantly under her ear echoing what she had just come to realize
herself.

Looking up Buffy's eyes glowed as she ran a finger down his sharp cheekbone to his full lips, sighing happily and with a saucy
little wink  she said," My vampire."  


And STILL on Spike's lap..............



"Mmmmm," the bleached vampire intoned as he carrassed his previous enemies tawny skin, luxuriating in her warmth and the
softness that belied the strength and danger she carried inside.  Spike smiled against her forehead as he felt her tiny hands
return the simple touches thinking to himself that he's was gonna have to thank the witch for whatever mojo she pulled this
time, because he knew without a doubt that Buffy wouldn't have come here under her own steam, and though he had told her
that he wasn't going to be able to give it up, he also knew, that once the spell or whatever was over that it was back to
business as usual. With a sigh and internal shrug Spike resolved to enjoy this as long as he could this time around.

Buffy giggled.  Then she giggled again causing Spike to tilt his head down to look at her closed eyes and happy grin with an
answering grin of his own. Putting a finger under her chin he leaned her face up so he could look into the deep pools of hazel
when they popped open. An impish grin on her face Buffy giggled yet again at the questioning look on the handsome vamp's
face.

"Just wondering," She said.
"S'at luv?"
"How many licks DOES it take to get to the center of your tootsie pop?" Her grin getting even wider.
With a groan Spike's borrowed blood all seemed to rush to one now very hard spot,  the very same spot that was now
poking Buffy in her side. A mischievous glint in her eye, she slid off of his lap in one fluid movement to kneel on the floor in
front of the painfully erect vampire. Taking his cock into her tiny hand she looked into his burning blue gaze and proceeded to
lick from the base to the head in one firm stroke.

"One,"
"Cor slaye.......rrrrrrrrrrr"
"mmmmmm....." She moaned around the head as she took it into her heated mouth. Swirling her tongue around the sensitive
tip causing Spike to arch into her.
"Two..."
"Fuck.............Buff...........ooooooooo," Spike answered as his hyper sensitive groin tightened up in answer to her other
questing hand that had moved up to cradle him firmly in her hot hand.
"mmmmm........three........."
Buffy could feel her own body starting to respond to erotic moans and shivers of delight quaking through Spike, making her
squirm in need. Releasing her hold on her lovers erection, she continued to move to a beat only they could hear with the
caress of her mouth while moving her free hand down to her wet junction.

She let out a small hiss of pleasure around Spike's cock as her own fingers found their way into her moist opening. Shoving
three fingers into herself, Buffy let out a whimper that captured Spike's attention.

*Jesus........she's ..........oh yeah baby........just like that...........*
"Oh.........oh yeah baby...........touch yourself for me.................ungh...............god
so.........sodding..............good....................Jesus Buffy.........."

Buffy's hand moved quickly in and out of her slick wetness her thumb flicking across her sensitive nub as she continued to give
head to Spike. Each tremor of feeling making her suck all the harder as they each strove for their orgasms. One of Spike's
hands came to lightly rest on her bobbing head as he held her blond locks to one side with the other so he could see her play
with her clit,  her fingers sliding out wet with their combined juices pushing him precariously to the edge.

"Oh........fuck Buffy.........fuck..........yeah.............yeah.........suck it...........suck..........." Spike's voice became strained as his
body arched off the lounge striving to get ever deeper into the slayers suctioning mouth, his reaction causing Buffy's body to
strain in like as her fervent questing for self pleasuring grew to a hot molten pitch.

"Mmmmm"
"oooOOOOOOOOO...........Slayer."
"MmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM........."
"oooOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKkkk........"


BANG............................

Buffy's mouth popped off of his rigid cock as the previously locked door slammed open as a large Trolgorath demon was
thrown through it almost landing on the naked blond on the floor.

"What the bleedin' 'ell is going on?" Spike roared jumping to his feet to protect the petite woman still in shock at his feet.

At that moment the noise coming from the outside room reached a deafening roar as both Buffy and Spike were both
suddenly scrambling for the lounge as more drunk, fighting demons flooded into the room.

"Ummm.......Spike?" Buffy's eyes looked up to his in a questioning glance.
"Yea' luv, s'time to for us to depart."

Throwing his jeans on hastily he managed to grab his boots off the floor from in between the brawling demons. Shoving them
on he grabbed his shirt off the back of the lounge as he turned to Buffy reaching for her hand and yanking her
unceremoniously out the side door and into the alley, running at full speed Buffy yelling the whole time until they reached the
corner of a park down the street.

*Damn demon bachelor parties.* He thought to himself before turning to the panting, grumbling slayer at his side.

His eyes widened comically as he took in her state of dress...or undress  as it were. Unable to find her clothing except her
short ,shorts which she had managed to get on, he had unwittingly drug her half naked through the downtown area of
Sunnydale.

"Cor luv, sorry 'bout that," he apologized as he rushed to put his shirt over her naked upper half, fumbling with the buttons as
he did so. "I didn't even....wanker.........shoulda....." He continued to mumble when all of the sudden he heard her giggle.
Looking up with shocked eyes he was treated to the petite slayer turning a lovely crimson as she tried in vain to control her
laughter, tears spilling out the sides of her eyes. Spike's head tilted to the side as he took in the now nearly choking on her
laughter slayer and he began to laugh as well.

"Sooo....O.. ha ...ha......funny....ha...," Buffy's choked laughter got even louder as she ended up leaning on Spike for support,
his strong arms immediately wrapping around her waist as he hid his head in her shoulder both their bodies shaking with
laughter.

After a few more snorts and some deep calming breaths Buffy spoke," So...what do you say to going back to my house and  
finishing what we started?"

With an arch of his eyebrow and a wicked smirk that sent her heart off at a gallop Spike raised his head,"Sounds good to me."

As they started off towards her home, hand in hand, Spike could be overheard saying "No funny business though slayer," as
her answering peal of laughter cut through the night she could then be heard replying,

" Ya' know Spike? I think this could be the start of a beautiful relationship."

END
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