Author: BlueAngelWings (Spike's Slayer)

E-mail: spikesslayersweetie@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

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Classification: Spike/Buffy

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. Only the story is mine; BtVS belongs to Joss and Co.

Spoilers: A couple for Season Five.

Distribution: Please e-mail me. I would like to know where it’s going to be posted and so on, but I almost always say yes.

Summary: With all the serious stuff going on, we need something that’s almost scarily fluffy. ;-) Buffy can’t sleep, Spike’s…err…under-dressed…Ooh, what’s going to happen from there?

Insomnia

Bloody hell, he wanted her. So badly that it almost hurt. She lay spread and flushed on his hard "bed", and looked as though she belonged there, as at home as she might have been in her own bed. With an air of calmness, she had stripped her clothes off quickly and quietly, when she noticed that Spike’s trembling fingers might have hampered the process. And she lay before him…a golden, beautiful goddess…Although she did her best to emanate an air of confidence, her eyes told a different story, one of shyness and modesty…almost afraid that he would reject her, that he thought her body repulsive. Him, of all people…err, vampires? Anyway, bloody hell, he wanted her!

But he didn’t want to scare her off…make her regret anything…because she was Buffy. And different from any other woman that he’d ever met or fucked. Buffy wasn’t going to be fucked. She was going to loved and worshipped and adored and cherished.

Spike wanted this, whatever it was that they had, to be perfect. He knew that he should tread carefully in this new territory…and he exerted self-control he didn’t even know he possessed, to resist the urge to take her hard and fast.

He kissed her, slow, wet kisses, short, sweet kisses, and every other kind imaginable. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling how soft the locks could be when not gelled and spiked like usual.

He inserted a finger inside her, stroking and teasing in all the right places until Buffy’s head almost lolled back with pleasure, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Spike couldn’t help but smirk…after almost two hundred years of experience he would hope that he still hadn’t lost his touch. But his smirk quickly faded when she pushed him over on his back and slowly lowered herself so that she was barely brushing his skin. Although his heavy member seemed to strain of its own will to reach her, she smiled wickedly before leisurely "sitting" on his stomach, so close, yet so far, from his now even harder cock.

Buffy deliberately rubbed herself against him, up and down, in circles, and building up friction, letting out a soft mewls that drove Spike crazy. He growled, feeling her dripping wetness onto him, smearing him with her unique musky scent, his vampiric senses picking up the smell of her arousal clearly. The little tease!

Her nails scraped his shoulders, almost drawing blood, creating thin, white scratches, as he took this opportunity to lean on his elbows and trail soft, wet kisses down her chest, then soft butterfly kisses across navel and abdomen, with a quality of tenderness that was amazing to behold. He pressed more and more kisses on her belly, marveling at the smoothness of her perfect skin, before continuing down her body, leaving a trail of fire where his lips had been.

Impatience winning over, he ducked his head in one quick motion, and replaced the spot where his fingers had been moments ago with his tongue. It was Buffy’s turn to quiver as his rough tongue swirled inside of her, greedily lapping up her juices. Honey, vanilla, sweetness…just Buffy. He used his long fingers, massaging her and making her feel electric sparks shoot throughout her body. He whispered to Buffy, "The nectar of the gods…" kissing her so she could taste herself in his mouth, mixing with the scent that was utterly Spike, cigarettes, blood, forests, whiskey, and something completely primal.

He then touched his own cock, coating his fingers with sticky pre-cum. Spike raised his finger to Buffy’s lips and she moaned, tasting their mingled juices. He licked his finger like a cat, and smiled at Buffy. He tried to ignore his own throbbing need, trying to remind himself that for now, it was all about pleasuring the Slayer…

Buffy grabbed his hand. "Now…please, Spike, I need you inside me…" She said, breathlessly.

His body begged him to consent, and show her what real vampire stamina was, to pound her six ways into next Tuesday. But an evil grin spread over his face…

"No, love…pay-back’s a bitch. That’s what you get for being such a tease." He let out a small laugh at her groan of frustration, feeling his ego swell.

She pouted, her lower lip sticking out, tempting him. "But that wasn’t even that much…only a few seconds…and then you had your fun…" She wheedled, again brushing herself deliberately against him. "Besides…" She glanced down. "Spike Jr. wants to join the party, obviously." She giggled.

Spike ignored her, watching her lower lip that was still jutting out like forbidden fruit. He reached out and captured the lush lip, biting it gently with his human teeth.

"Okay!" Buffy gasped. "Maybe Spike Jr. can wait."

Spike’s lips traveled down Buffy’s body…leaving the lips to reach the neck…the collarbone…to her breasts, giving them each the same sensuous administration and care as the one before. He squeezed one pebbled nipple, pinching it, varying from light to hard and let Buffy’s sighs guide him. Spike swirled his tongue around the other, wetting it and taking it into his mouth.

Every action, every touch, every kiss represented how long he had been waiting for this moment, and he stretched it out, taking his time. He nibbled at her ear, and found the sensitive spot at her neck…making Buffy absolutely insane. She abruptly put a halt to his actions, and flipped him over…again.

Spike smirked up at her…dominant, was she? "Like being on top, pet?"

"Less talk, more action."

He complied.

Buffy lowered herself onto him once more, gasping at the sensations coursing through her, as her most sensitive area stretched and tightened to accommodate him.

God she was so fucking tight…and hot…the sun…burning him…

God she didn’t know that he was that big…and that he felt so good inside her…

She buried her head into the crook of his neck, by his shoulder, and lightly bit. He felt her soft, warm breath by his jugular, and her blunt teeth making contact with his skin. Immediately, he vamped out, feeling the almost animalistic desire to bite her back, to mark her as his, forever and ever…His. Mine. My mate. Mine.

She lifted her head, and met his golden eyes …and he suddenly felt defiant. This was him…the monster and the man. He was not going to be ashamed of something that was a part of who he was. Then she surprised him, by touching a finger gently to one of his fangs…and a drop of her blood landed inside his mouth. Slayer blood…Buffy’s blood.

He growled, low and deep, and unable to control his natural impulse, and reached up to bite her. She shuddered as the sensuality of the bite, as he marked her, fangs sinking into soft, yielding flesh, and not over, but right next to Angel’s bite. He allowed himself a few sips of her blood, and through sheer force of will stopped himself.

Spike looked at her, features melting back into human…and Buffy smiled gently at him, with something he had never seen before reflected in her eyes…something he couldn’t quite identify. He felt an overpowering sense of love for this tiny blonde girl, the Slayer, who had trusted him enough to let him bite her…who had stolen his dead heart, his nonexistent breath…had given him the meaning of living…unliving…again.

A sweet kind of friction sizzled between them, as the heat from their lovemaking threatened to make them both near combust. This was the moment, after who knows how many years of foreplay, of the fights, patrols, and near kissing, the banter and the chemistry.

This was their dance, the finale and at the same time the beginning, their bodies dissolving into each other until they became almost one, merging together like they were meant to be, like their bodies were made for each other, to be entwined. He could feel her melting into him, and he thought that this would be the best way to end his almost two-hundred years of existence, withering from the blazing inferno that was Buffy…something fiery feeling so good that it almost hurt to be that way.

A passionate, lustful heat spread around them, and Spike almost came on the spot, seeing Buffy’s glowing face above him, and the light sheen of sweat that made her glisten with an angelic, almost pearly tinge as she rode him…and rode him…and…

Spike! Buffy! Jesus fucking Christ! Oh God…

Their shouts of pleasure mingled together. He let her cries wash over him like the tide, as they both came simultaneously, ascending to a high neither had ever reached before…like flying…flying…soaring…touching the sky…the world disappearing into nothingness, bursting into flames…to sparks and dizzying sensations because of the heat they made…the heat created when the sun touched the moon…

And then she collapsed on top of him, spent, and both were sated for the time being, still intimately linked to each other.

The next morning, Spike felt a faint stirring at his nether regions…He drowsily forced himself from his lustful dreams of Buffy and sex. But his eyes popped open, and he was suddenly wide-awake when he realized that his cock was at full attention and the faint stirring he had felt had been caused by…

Buffy. And her mouth.

She was naked, grinning wantonly up at him. "Time for Round Two…" She quipped with a shameless smile. Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips.

Then Spike lost all coherent thought as she did things with her tongue that he had never thought a Slayer…or anyone for the matter…could ever do.

Epilogue:

Buffy lifted sweaty tendrils of honey-colored hair from her forehead. It was so hot…she felt like she would die from a heat stroke. And she couldn’t sleep. An impish grin stole across her face at the thought of what had happened the last time she couldn’t sleep…Insomnia…bah, who needed medicine for insomnia when she had her very own peroxide blonde vampire to cure it? Another grin appeared, and she scolded herself for smiling like an idiot in the dark, when she should be sleeping.

The Slayer closed her eyes, and sharpened her senses, steadying her breathing and heartbeat like Giles had taught her a long time ago. She could hear Dawn’s even, rhythmic breathing from the room across the hall…the ticking of the grandfather clock…crickets again…and then a drip, drip, drip of a faucet, disturbing the otherwise okay silence. Someone had forgotten to turn it off…again. It was probably herself. With a frustrated sigh and frown, Buffy got up, not wanting her water bill to be any higher than it absolutely had to be.

She padded lightly across the floor and turned the knob of her door. Buffy’s already alert Slayer senses detected the source of the drip to be in the kitchen. She walked pushed open the door of the kitchen with a faint creak and looked up to see…

Spike. Leaning gracefully against the counter with a naughty grin on his face. "I couldn’t sleep. Insomnia." He said, glancing at her spaghetti strap top and shorts. She felt goosebumps appear on her skin from his look. Damn, how does he do that? Buffy wondered, hoping her blush wouldn’t show.

She suddenly found it hard to breathe. "Hmmm…and what am I supposed to do about that?" She asked lightly, reaching past him for the faucet.

Just as her hand rested on the knob, Spike grabbed her and pulled her against the isle in the middle of the kitchen. "Something similar to this…" A broad smile was flashed at her. Her heart melted at the boyish grin…but there was nothing boyish about the way he yanked her shorts off and then her top, dumping them unceremoniously over the opposite side of the counter.

"Spike!" She squealed, feeling the cool counter through her thin panties, and her nipples hardening to peaks from the cold air meeting her skin. Spike licked his lips suggestively, then grinned at her again, and she felt the room temperature rise about thirty degrees.

"The water bill…*moan*…too much…*sigh*…money…the faucet needs *gasp* to be turned off – "

Spike decided to put his talented mouth to the ultimate test.

"OH SPIKE!"

Needless to say, the water bill was very high that month.

The End