Chapter 3 - Hotter Than Hell
The girls were in the bathroom. Willow wiped down Anya's top with a wad of toilet paper, while Tara stood to one side, trying to think of something soothing to say, but Anya was in no mood for soothing.
"What is her problem?" squealed Anya "If she
didn't like the stupid drink all she had to do was say no thanks, not drown
me with it." She tried to appeal to Willow's good nature "Willow,
did I do something inappropriate? Cause Xander is always telling me to shhhh.
That's it isn't it? I did demon speak didn't I?
Oh Xander is going to be so cross with me. No orgasms for a whole day now,
as punishment." Anya was almost in tears.
Willow listened to the ex-vengeance demon rant, but her eyes were on Tara. Something was definitely up. And Willow was pretty sure she knew what it was. Buffy had been her friend for years and she knew when Buffy was jealous. That the jealously was directed at a tall brunette stranger was a lot of a shock for Willow to take in. And that the jealously indicated that Buffy had feelings for Spike was even more of a shock. Willow gestured to Tara to take over helping Anya, and then she left to find her best friend and sort all of this out.
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Buffy hit the cold night air, and it slapped her in the face with force. It
was exactly what she needed to bring her to her senses. "What am I doing?"
she questioned to herself. "Chasing after Spike like some lovesick moron.
Jeez, desperate much." She raised her head, only to realize that she
was speaking out loud. Not thinking to herself like she'd thought and with
an audience too. Embarrassed, she ducked around the corner and pressed her
back against the alley wall, sucking in the night air in a vain attempt to
clear her head.
**Spike is a jerk, why would I care about what he does? I wanted
him to do this. **
She was just about convinced of this ...just about. And thinking that she
wasn't just made her head spin.
Buffy decided that going back into the Bronze wasn't really an option. Trying to explain her behavior to her friends was going to be tough, maybe even impossible. Explaining something you have no understanding of can be like that. So instead, she opted for a slow walk home. Maybe a nice vicious killing on the way would cheer her up. "Yeah, good thinking Buff,” she muttered to herself. "Do what you know best." So she snatched a stake out of her back pocket twirled it expertly in her hand and made tracks for the nearest cemetery. Unfortunately the nearest cemetery was via the carpark.
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He steered her towards the carpark, and she was happy to let him lead the
way. There wasn't really a need for words, after all, they both knew it was
what they wanted.
"Where?" It was barely a whisper.
He took her and pushed her against the mudguard of the DeSoto. She groaned and ran her hand up under his shirt as he slid his hand up her thigh, and fondled her arse. Their eyes locked, and she swooped, her lips and tongue devouring his. He drew back for an instant, and used the time to pull down the front of her dress. Her breast fell from the constraining fabric and Spike pounced on it, sucking and rolling her nipple between his lips. It became hard in his mouth, and her cry of pleasure was spurring on his desires. He had to struggle not to draw blood, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if she would really mind.
His hand continued its assault on her ass, but she wanted more. Leaning backwards over the bonnet she took her weight on her elbows and lifted her heel so that it was resting on his shoulder. In the dim light he saw she was wearing nothing under the dress. It was all the invitation Spike needed. He slipped two fingers into her as his thumb found its way to her clit. A guttural moan escaped her lips as she rocked her hips against his fingers. He strummed her clit and the tune he played made her ears ring.
Her foot slipped from his shoulder and he held his hand still and leaned in over her, running his tongue over his lip as he went to nuzzle against her neck. His top lip quivering with the urge to let the demon out as he licked the tender skin. The smell of the blood on her lip driving him crazy with lust. He just wanted to fuck her.
He pulled back away from her and ran his hands down her legs as he lowered them. She rolled her ass over the edge of the car and smiled at him as she unzipped his leather trousers and rubbed her hand over his cock. Almost straight away, he was hard as she slipped his jeans down over his ass. She dipped her head and lightly flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. The touch making it jump slightly.
That was all it took. Spike pushed her back over the bonnet and slammed into her roughly. She wrapped one leg round his waist, her heel pushing hard into his ass as she tried to push him in even deeper. His hands pulling down hard on her shoulders keeping her pulled hard against him. Only being able to make small movements with his hips as she trapped him in her cunt. He thought he was in heaven as she lifted her other leg and arched her back forcing his cock to rub against the front of her cunt. Gasping and holding her breathe as he pounded into her the feeling of strength almost overwhelming. He reached forward with his hands and grabbed her tits, kneading them before brushing his thumbs back and forth across the nipples. Amazing at her response. She wanted more and he gave it. He ran his hands down her body and around under her ass. His fingers pinched into each cheek as he pulled her down hard onto his cock. Getting satisfaction from the sound of his hips slapping against her ass.
The dress crushed up around her waist as she pulled one leg away from his waist and bought it up towards her tits. Spike leaned down on her shin before pushing the knee out…spreading her legs even wider. He turned his face and buried it into her calf muscle, grazing his fangs over the soft tight skin slicing her ever so slightly. She gasped at the feeling of being cut, and tried to push her leg harder against his mouth. He covered the wound with his tongue, alternating between lapping and kissing. He wasn't feeding, he wouldn't kill her or turn her, and he was just savoring the taste and the willingness with which it was given. The sensation was overwhelming him. Fucking and drinking. Feeling almost alive .
He felt her spasm around his cock, and heard the blood rush
through her veins as she came. She wailed in pleasure, Spike’s own climax
following almost immediately. She slowly put her legs back around his waist
and pulled him down onto her, relishing his coolness on her heated skin. His
mouth finding hers as he crushed her under his kiss.
Now that they were finished, he could feel someone watching from the shadows.
Spike spun around and looked into the distance, but before he could see who
it was, they had run. He didn't really feel like chasing them, and to be honest,
he hoped that they had enjoyed the show.
"Perverts" he chuckled. She looked at him, puzzled. But he just shook his head, dismissing her unspoken question.
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Buffy ran. She ran like the demons of hell were chasing her. She ran till her lungs were bursting, bleeding in protest of her abuse. She ran wishing the world were flat. Wishing that she could just drop of the edge.
Tears fell across her face, her speed causing them to defy gravity. Causing them to stream back and into her ears, in a desperate attempt to block the sounds that hung there. Sounds of Spike and that woman, and of their wetness, and of their power.
Finally, when her legs couldn't run anymore, and the pain was so bad that it burned white hot, and her nerve endings were charred beyond recognition, she stopped. Only then did she stop. She had never seen passion like that before. Never felt it. To be honest, she hadn't believed that it really existed outside of movies and books.
Angel had never come close to that kind of raw need. He had never even hinted that it existed. And Riley and Parker, well they weren't even on the same page. ** How could Spike and a stranger ignite that kind of passion? ** Buffy wondered if it was a Vampire thing. **Maybe Angel couldn't achieve it because of his soul. Could Angelus have taken her there?**
"Stop it, STOP IT." Buffy screamed at herself. **Angelus was not
passionate, he was evil, and Spike is evil** But she knew in her heart that
Spike wasn't evil. He was dangerous and he could be savage, but none of those
things is really evil. Those things are human. Buffy knew this because she
was also dangerous and savage, but that didn't mean that she wasn't capable
of passion. Did it?
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Willow was standing outside the door of the Bronze; she really didn't know which way to go. She had no idea which way Buffy had gone, and searching blind wasn't a productive thing to do. It was a beautiful night though, and so she decided to wait outside awhile, it was a pleasant relief from Anya's whining anyway. She knew that Tara would come out to find her as soon as she could get away from Anya too. Even though they loved Anya, she could get really annoying after a while.
After about 20mins of enjoying the quiet, the Mystery Brunette that Spike had left with wandered past. She looked disheveled, her leg was cut, but she looked so relaxed. Willow grinned to herself, knowing that Spike had made a new friend, and she was happy for him. Spike followed about 5 minutes later, looking less than bad for once.
" Uh, um, hi Spike. Nice night isn't it." Willow was so self-conscious around Spike, and it was even worse now, knowing what he had just done.
"Well, hey there Red. Spikes cheerful greeting made Willow relax a little. Nice doesn't even begin to describe it." Now she was blushing again. She hated how he did that.
"So Red, where'd your Slayer get to? Did she manage to shag that singer guy?"
"No!" She was shocked that Spike would suggest that Buffy would just go and jump some stranger’s bones. Even if he would. Willow looked him up and down. His hair was ruffled and his eyes sparkled. She had never seen him look so 'alive'. Bone jumping sure did agree with him.
"Buffy left. And before you ask. No, I don't know where she went."
Spike got an ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach. "How long ago Red?"
Willow looked at him suspiciously "ages ago, about 5 minutes after you I guess"
"Bloody hell," he whispered under his breath. It hit him like a bolt. It had been Buffy watching him and Bru. Spike didn’t know what he felt, he knew he felt something, but it was so foreign that he couldn't put a name to it.
"Bloody hell." he said again, except louder this time. Willow spun her head around and looked at him.
**Oh god** She thought, he knows.
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