Title: Secrets Don't Make Friends (Pt 10-Alone at Last)
Author: DivaDelilah (divadelilah@aol.com)
Description: Set in late Season 4, after Faith has body switched and is in prison.
Adam isn't in play, Spike is working with the Scoobies reluctantly.
Disclaimer: Sure, take my stale coffee and crummy ISP. I dare you. Joss, Mutant
Enemy, and Fox own all…I'm just daydreaming.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, assorted lists, and anything I okay. (like you'd
want it!)
Feedback: Nothing gets me hotter than constructive criticism.
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When the door closed, Buffy raised her red eyes to Spike's blue ones and smiled
weakly. "Being popular really sucks, huh?"
A smile quirked at the corners of his lips until it finally broke into a short
laugh. "Guess so, pet." Then a snicker. Then a snort. Then a full
blown guffaw escaped his lips.
"What's so funny?" Buffy asked, her brows furrowing.
"Where do I start, luv? Okay, first of all, we were snogging on Angel's
couch in Angel's apartment when he walked in. God, that must have chafed
his willy. Then we were both buck naked in front of everyone you know for about
twenty minutes. Not only that, but you threw Peaches like a rag doll (still
naked, I might add), and knocked him flat on his ass while he was trying to
be all scary. Then the demon girl is the only one bright enough to figure out
what was going on, even though there were, count them, two Watchers in the room.
And to top it off, Cordelia knew all this would happen and she never told Peaches!
It couldn't get much funnier than this." Spike finished, drawing in a deep
breath and wiping the red tears off his face.
Buffy giggled. "When you put it that way, I guess it is funny. Except
for the me naked part. I mean, Xander's eyes nearly bulged out, but that's Xander;
he's always had a thing for me. I'm not real comfortable with everyone seeing…"
she trailed off, her eyes cast downward.
Spike looked at her like she grown another head. "You can't be saying
you're embarrassed about the way you look naked?" he asked incredulously.
At her small nod, he gaped. "Slay-Buffy, you're beautiful, luv. All golden
and fiery, thin yet curvy, you smell like vanilla, and," his voice dropped
to a whisper, "I fit you just right." His hands lowered the blanket
from her shoulders and roamed her curves lightly.
She grinned slowly. "After all that mess, you still want to have sex?"
she asked wryly.
"No," he said, shaking his head emphatically. His eyes pierced hers
and he corrected himself. "I want to make love to you."
A breathy gasp escaped from her throat when she understood what he meant, and
Buffy gazed up into his deep blue eyes adoringly. "Carry me over to the
bed? I mean, since it is technically our wedding night," she teased shyly.
As he stood, she wound her arms around his neck and held on until he deposited
her onto the bed gently. His body covered hers in a way that left no doubt that
he was right about well they fit together, and Spike pecked small kisses along
her brow line. She squirmed restlessly beneath his feather light touches, and
when she grew so frustrated she could barely breathe, Buffy flipped their positions
and straddled his waist, grinning evilly.
"Well, well, Summers. What exactly are you gonna do up there?" Spike
drawled in amusement.
The smirk was wiped right off his face as she backhanded him, snapping his
head back painfully. Her hazel eyes narrowed to slits, and she crawled up his
body and pressed her nose to his, looking deep into the cerulean orbs in front
of her. "Shut. Up."
Her lips descended on his, giving him a bruising kiss that left his lips swollen
and achy. Then she slid her nails down his chest hard enough to draw blood,
leaned over and licked up a trace of it, a devilish grin on her face. His face
changed, and he got aroused all at once, and something between a growl and a
purr erupted from his chest as her tongue drew patterns on his taut abdomen.
Spike had no idea what had come over Buffy, but he had intention of distracting
her by asking. Her fingers grasped his stiff penis and began stroking it roughly.
She looked up at him and said, "Spiiiiiikey. I know this must be working
you up pretty well. So how much do you want me to fuck you?"
His eyes popped open and his jaw dropped. He caught himself quickly, though,
and replied, " More than you could ever imagine, baby. Do you know how
hard it is to keep my hands off you from up here?"
Buffy smiled in a purely feline way, lifted herself up on her knees and impaled
herself hard and fast. Before Spike could register the pleasure from the penetration,
she began rocking her hips fiercely, and all he could think of was the Faith-Buffy's
words. 'I could ride you at a gallop until your knees buckled, make you pop
like warm champagne, and in the end, you'd beg me to hurt you a little more.'
He'd known it wasn't Buffy then because of her untamed sexuality, her cold eyes,
and the fact that Faith had no idea Buffy and he were already shagging. This,
though, this was unadulterated sexual hedonism, and Buffy was absolutely entrancing
when she let down all her guards.
A sharp head butt brought him back into reality and Buffy glared down at him,
squeezing him with 'muscles he'd never dreamed of' until felt like he was going
to pop right then. Sex. Violence. Buffy. Claimed. Not Angel's, MINE.
His thoughts babbled as he tried to fight off his unstoppable orgasm. "Buffy,
Buffy… can't… luv…"
"Already?" she pouted, then grinned wickedly. "Well, if you
really can't hold it." Her eyes turned dark as she leaned over and jerked
his head to the side, sinking her teeth into his neck, tearing as best she could
with her blunt teeth. She whispered, "You're MINE, Spike. MINE." Then
lapped at the little rivulets flowing from the wound as his eyes nearly crossed
and his dick exploded, a burst of cum so heavy and cold that she almost yelped.
When it was over, Buffy felt magick swirl around her, the air growing thick
and heavy, and then nothing. She looked down at Spike to make sure she'd done
it right, but he was out cold. A giggle escaped her lips, and she lifted herself
off him, snuggling up to his side and falling into a deep sleep.
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