PAIRING : Spike/Faith

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : light “Who Are You?”

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

NOTES : I added a little at the end, after that scene at the Bronze… come on… it was begging me to write it

                She bolted from the church. Her head hurt and she was shaking. Tears streamed down her face and she hated herself. *Why do I let myself do this?* She asked. She just needed to shake it off. But how? She smiled wickedly and headed for the cemetery.

                He was laying in the crypt trying to get some shuteye, but it wasn’t working for him. That run in with Slutty had bloody messed him up. No amount of jacking off had done the trick. He needed pussy, and a lot of it. Damn that slayer!

                He gave up trying to sleep because of his raging erection that would not go away, no matter how hard he tried. He sat down in front of the television and turned it on.

                “Today on Sally Jesse,” just then the door flew open.

                “BLOODY HELL! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” He jumped up and stared at the dark haired, seemingly familiar girl standing before him in the sunlight.

                “An angel.” She said sarcastically.

                “Ha bloody ha, who the fuck are you? And moreover, what the hell are you doin’ in my house?”

                She walked up to him and grabbed his dick, before pressing her heaving chest against him. “I could have anyone, even you Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I’ve got muscles you’ve never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you  until you popped like warm champagne and you beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don’t?” She licked his jaw and he shuddered. What the hell? “Because I was Buffy, but I’m not anymore.”

                “You’re not?” He whispered before she claimed his mouth in a savage kiss, biting his lip and tongue hard enough to draw blood. Her hands slid underneath his shirt and ripped it off. The next thing he knew was that her fingers were at his belt buckle pulling it off him. “Who are you?” He asked.

                She tossed her head back and laughed. “Does it matter?” She needed this. She had to erase the feelings. A numb fuck would help. She ran her fingers over his cool chest, imagining how his cock would feel buried inside her. Wondering how cool it would be and if it would make her cry. *Only one way to find out.*

                “Who are you?” He insisted again, but quickly became too occupied as her hands pulled his impressive erection from the confines of his jeans. She rolled it in her hand, swiping her thumb over the tip.

                He was completely naked and he was gorgeous. She stepped back and stripped of her own clothes rather quickly. She stepped toward him and grabbed his hand. She pulled it toward her body and thrust it inside her heat. “See? I’m already wet.”

                Who the fuck was she? And how did she know about Slutty? And... “COR CHIT! FUCK YES...” he growled as her mouth encased his throbbing member. His fingers curled in her hair and held her head as he thrust deep inside her mouth. She remained on her knees as he fucked her warm little mouth and he came in spurts. She swallowed as much as she could and the rest dripped down and covered her breasts. “You’re bloody amazing.”

                “You should feel me from the inside.” She said with a wink. She hopped up on the cement coffin and spread her legs wide. “Why don’t you give me a taste?” She shrugged.

                “I’ll do better than that Luv.” He went to mount her, but she placed a foot practically over his mouth.

                “That’s not how it works. You wanna put your dick in me, I get a little fun first. That’s the deal.”

                He shrugged and nodded, accepting her offer. He had other wicked ideas. His tongue ran up the length of her leg and she trembled at his soft touch near her hot spot. She swallowed a moan as he licked up the length of her slit. His thumbs gently spread her lips and he licked every square millimeter of her heated flesh. She thrashed around and bucked into him, but still refused to beg. He worked her with his fingers, moving deeply inside her, while lapping roughly at her clit. She refused to beg as he brought her to the edge of orgasm and slowly backed down.

                “Do you concede?” He asked. “Want me now?” He asked, looking up at her.

                She simply smiled, “I could go like this all night. Question is, can you?”

                He pounced on top of her and thrust home hard and fast, making her scream. “No.” He whispered as his mouth latched onto her neck. He could hear the pounding of the treasure below as she squeezed him in ways he didn’t think were possible. It bloody hurt! She was strong. *A slayer! She’s the other slayer!*

                He growled as he made the connection, and she grunted, biting into his neck with human teeth. He screamed and exploded inside her. He felt her vaginal walls clamp around him as she writhed in orgasm.

                He was as asleep as a vampire could get as she slipped out into the daylight.

                In the evening he found a note:

William- Thanks for the fuck! It was just what I needed to get a little perspective, hope it was good for you. Sorry to fuck and run, but I got places to be and a plane to catch.

~Faith

~El Fin~