Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F, M/M/F sex, B/A, B/S, B/A/S. Buffy stared adoringly at the couple sleeping naked in bed together, and couldn't help but smile. She always loved to look at them and she only really had the opportunity when they were sleeping. Her smile widened as she saw the way Spike was curled trustingly into his sire's embrace. Quietly, she moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge. The slight depression on the mattress made Angel stir and his sleepy eyes opened slightly to greet her. "Buffy?" Angel questioned, not sure if he was really seeing her or not. Buffy reached out and caressed his cheek lovingly. "Miss me?" Angel growled and dragged her on top of his body, disrupting a sleeping Spike in the process. Buffy found her head yanked down by Angel's strong arms and her mouth sucked into one of the most powerful kisses she'd ever experienced. Aware of her need for breath, Angel didn't hold onto her for too long and let Buffy pull away when she was ready. Dazedly, Buffy sucked air into her lungs and grinned. "Guess not." "Hey, share the love here," Spike whined, trying to pull Buffy from Angel's grasp, though the elder vampire wasn't letting go. Buffy leaned over and gave Spike a kiss, ignoring her other lover's possessiveness. "I missed you guys so much." "How was your trip?" Angel asked. "Can we talk later? I haven't gotten laid all weekend," Buffy complained. "Talking or sex? Tough choice." Spike grabbed Buffy by her waist, lifted her away from Angel and practically threw her onto the other side of the bed. Buffy laughed playfully as Spike moved on top of her, reaching an arm beneath her to arch her body towards his. "You'll have to forgive him. He doesn't know a beautiful woman in need when he sees one." "Good thing you do," Buffy replied sweetly. With a smirk, Spike set to the task of removing all of Buffy's clothes off as quickly as possible without destroying them. Once she was completely naked, Spike laid his own nude form on top of her and kissed her again, softly. He wiggled his free hand between his body and hers, checking to make sure she was as wet as he suspected she would be. His fingers slipped easily against her dripping flesh and almost naturally found her opening. Buffy squirmed against the invasion, forcing his fingers as deep as they would go. "Please don't tease me," she practically begged against his mouth. "Not teasing," Spike promised huskily, moving his moisture-slick hand from her core to wrap around his cock. He watched her face flushed with anticipation and need as he guided his length into her, savoring the feel of her heat scalding him. Three days was far too long to go without her. Still holding onto her with one arm, Spike held his weight with the other and began to thrust into her. Buffy pulled his head down and kissed him as deep as she'd wanted to earlier. Spike groaned and Buffy whimpered each time their bodies came together, the speed increasing with each thrust. Despite his intense concentration on pleasing her and making the moment last, Spike couldn't help but smile a little at the very idea that Buffy was finally home, in his arms, under him... The bed shifted behind Spike and a cold, solid body blanketed him. "Lucky for you, boy, I do know an ass in need of fucking when I see one," Angel whispered harshly in his childe's ear. Spike faltered in his pace, but it was more from anticipation than from fear. Focusing on Buffy beneath him, Spike busied himself with meeting Buffy's hips as they desperately thrust up to him and sucking hungrily on the crook of her neck, trying not to let Angel's actions distract him. "God, I missed this," Buffy panted and pulled Spike as close to her body as possible. She was equally thrilled to finally be home with her lovers. Self-induced pleasure and the mere sound of her lovers voice just hadn't been enough to truly sate her cravings for them. But after only ten minutes at home with them, she was already nearing her first orgasm and she knew this was only the beginning. "Oh, Spike!" As if he knew what she was thinking and could sense how she was trying to prolong their coupling, he whispered against her ear, "You're home now, sweets. Let go." With those words, Spike thrust hard and fast a few times and drove her over the edge. As Buffy threw her head back and climaxed, Spike slowed his pace, but kept moving inside of her. He groaned and thrust forward reflexively when Angel finally worked two lubricated fingers into his ass. The sudden jolt returned Buffy's focus to her lovers and before her first orgasm completely finished, her passion was renewed again. Her hands joined one of Angel's on Spike's ass as she sought to continue their lovemaking. "You're going to kill me," Spike swore as he gently wiggled his hips between his two lovers, desperate for Angel to fill him and the familiar momentum to build between the three of them. "You love it," Buffy giggled, her lips tickling his neck. Angel finally replaced his fingers with his cock, which had been hard since he woke to find Buffy had returned. Spike groaned and pulled back from Buffy to meet his sire halfway. Spike continued to rock back and forth between his lovers, entering Buffy and then allowing himself to be fully entered by Angel. His demonic control was not enough for the combined attack of his lovers, especially after being deprived of Buffy for so long. When Buffy's blunt teeth bit down on his earlobe, Spike howled and spilled himself into her. Angel slowed his movements and pulled out of Spike before shoving the blond vampire's nearly limp form off to the other side of the bed. Before Buffy could even notice that Spike was gone, Angel buried his mouth between her legs and eagerly lapped up the combined juices of his lovers. He didn't stop until he felt Buffy's hands tugging at his hair, pulling him up to her. He went willingly, kissing her sweat-slick skin on the way. Desperate for more than just the kiss they'd shared, Angel kissed her lips again and rubbed his cock along the juncture between her thighs. "Again, again..." she begged against his lips. Happy to comply, Angel easily glided his cock into Buffy's smoldering heat, and began an even pace of thrusts. He was in no rush and the very idea of being inside of her again was enough to maintain his control. Though he might not always admit it openly to anyone except his lovers, he couldn't bear to be apart from either of them for any prolonged period of time. He was sure he would go insane if he was ever without them both. "Angel!" Buffy whined, not wanting to be teased. "Shhh, my love. Gonna go slow. Make you come so hard..." "Want it fast," she complained, weakly. It was hard to complain with Angel promising such great pleasure she knew he could deliver, but she was already so insane with need. "Tough," Angel replied with a grin. Before Buffy could reply to his snarkiness, he pulled back and thrust all the way inside of her, sending a wave of pleasure rolling through her entire body. They made love for what seemed like hours to Buffy, but this was the kind of torture a girl only dreamed about and begged for. Her lovers didn't disappoint her and Angel eventually remained true to his promise, making her orgasm harder than she could remember doing in recent time. * * * * * Buffy snuggled down into the pillow beneath her head and pulled an arm from her lovers on either side over her bare breasts. Angel and Spike leaned on their sides, watching as she recovered from their latest round of lovemaking. "I really missed this so much. Curling up with you two wrapping me in your arms. I don't think life can get better than this." Spike quirked a brow at Angel, confident that he knew how to make it better. Stealthily, he pulled his free arm away from Buffy and reached down to her thigh. She gasped when she noticed what he was doing, but she didn't protest as he lifted her thigh and draped her leg back over his hip. Before she had a moment to process what he had planned, Angel repeated the action with her other leg and his own hip, effectively opening her up for them. "Are you sure about that?" Spike asked. Buffy couldn't help but blush deeply and squirm slightly in embarrassment. "Now don't get shy on us now, lover." Watching her face intently, both Angel and Spike slid their free hand down Buffy's inner thigh until just their finger tips brushed her soft curls and swollen lips. "Is this what you did when you were away?" Blushing again against her will, Buffy's head tossed on the pillow and she mumbled an affirmative. She truly had no reason to be embarrassed, but her lovers had the ability to make her melt with just a glance and she couldn't help it. There was something that just made the act so terribly intimate, that she couldn't push away the slight hint of embarrassment that colored her cheeks and chest. She'd been filled by both of their cocks and eaten out by their talented mouths, but they'd never just used their hands to bring her off before. Never together as one, at least. Her lovers were capable of making her melt with a single look and the fact that they were both touching her, looking at her, bringing her pleasure in such an erotic way, it was all too much. "Did you make yourself come hard, listening to us? Thinking about us?" Angel asked. One of their thumbs pressed down onto her clit and rubbed it gently in a circle while her brain tried to process the question. As if their fingers were on the same hand, they each slid in one finger and then another into her passage and slowly began a rhythm pumping into her. "Oh...OH! I... Never... this good." Buffy bounced her hips to meet their fingers and whimpered helplessly as her lovers exploited her weakness to them and their complete mastery of her body. They both knew when, where and how to touch her to get the response they desired. Whether they wanted to tease her or make her scream, there was nothing they didn't already know that would make her react just they way they wanted. Suddenly there were two thumbs pressed against her clit, massaging it and her climax washed over her. Buffy cried out, arched her back sharply against the bed and ground her hips down into the fingers of her lovers. Just as skillfully, they drew out her orgasm and guided her back down from oblivion carefully. "God I missed you two," Buffy sighed. After licking his fingers clean of her juices, Spike leaned over her, tucking his head into the crook of her neck. "Us or the incredible sex?" Buffy didn't answer immediately and Angel looked down on her, incredulous. "Buffy!" She giggled "You already know the correct answer to that." "Do I?" Angel questioned. Spike moved off of her and Buffy leaned up to kiss Angel hard on the lips. "I missed both. Every microsecond I was away from you, I felt like I was going to go insane from the separation. The sex is just a bonus." "Good answer," Angel replied, pulling her on top of him so he could kiss her again. When they finally pulled apart, Buffy realized she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast at her mother's and she was starving. "Now, I've worked up an appetite," Buffy said as she climbed off of Angel and the bed. "Want anything?" Spike leered at her. "You." Buffy rolled her eyes, but she'd walked right into that. "Later. After I've eaten." "Uh, pet? Don't you want to put something on?" "I closed all the windows downstairs. No one can see," she said over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs. Unable to object to her walking around naked, Spike just shrugged and leaned back against the pillows. Then, suddenly, his mind was filled with images of Buffy naked in the kitchen and he scrambled to his feet. Sleepily, Angel looked up at him. "Where are you going?" Preoccupied with thoughts, Spike barely managed to mutter a response. "Kitchen. Buffy. Naked." Too tired to get up, Angel just smiled at his lover. "Don't make a mess." "But that's half the fun." "Then you'll clean it up." Grumbling under his breath, Spike rushed towards the stairs. As naked as Buffy was, Spike leapt down the stairs to the kitchen and skidded to a halt at the entrance. Spike couldn't help but groan loudly at the first sight that met his eyes. Buffy was bent over in front of the refrigerator as she dug through the contents on one of the lowest shelves. "You couldn't wait a few minutes?" Buffy asked, not needing to turn around to know Spike was watching her from behind. "Uh-uh." Teasingly, Buffy wiggled her ass and that was all the invitation Spike needed. He flew across the kitchen, grabbed her by the waist and spun her away from the open refrigerator. He claimed her lips in a kiss so powerful and desperate, it was almost as if he hadn't just spent the past several hours making love to her in their bed. For a moment, the kiss made Buffy forget why she came downstairs in the first place, but as his lips left hers and began to trail towards her ear, her stomach rumbled softly and she remembered. "I'm still hungry." "Not a problem," he assured her and lifted her off her feet. Buffy clung to him, although she had no fear of being dropped, and held on patiently as he walked her over to the kitchen table and sat her down on it. Just when Buffy thought he was going to lay her back and make love to her right there, he pulled back and looked her in the eye. "What are you hungry for?" he asked. It took her a second to understand the question, but her nearly empty stomach helped her out. "Anything. You didn't give me much time to look." Grinning at that, Spike went back in search of foods that would be both filling for her stomach and entertaining for them both. Buffy remained on the table and kicked her legs back and forth as she watched Spike set a bowl of fruit and a wedge of her favorite cheese on the counter. He gathered the items in his arms, added a box of crackers and grabbed a knife from the block before returning to her. She knew the food wouldn't satisfy her hunger for food, but she really couldn't expect him to be thinking of anything but sex at the moment. A never-ending grin was plastered to Spike's face as he approached her, setting the items down on the table beside her and placing himself between her legs. Wordlessly, Spike picked up the cheese, cut a slice and offered it to her on a piece of cracker. Buffy eagerly accepted the cracker as well as the two similarly prepared crackers that followed it. She didn't say a word and instead let their eyes speak to each other. After she finished the third cracker, Buffy raised her feet to wrap around Spike's ass and pull their bodies together. She slid to the edge of the table and Spike took several tiny steps until he could move no further and their sexes were pressed together. Spike's eyes shut and Buffy could see his jaw clench as he tried to control himself. "Give me one of those strawberries," Buffy asked softly. Spike reached for the bowl of fruit and chose a large, ripe strawberry for her. As he fed it to her, he couldn't control the deep rumbling growl that erupted from him as she ate the fruit like a world-class seductress. His cock hardened even more and he ground his pelvis into hers. Buffy licked her lips of a few stray drops of strawberry juice and smiled. "Another one," she said. Her voice was so sweet and innocent, but Spike knew she was anything but innocent and she was prolonging this purely for his torment. Still, he complied with her request and raised another strawberry to her lips. Again he groaned as Buffy took several slow, sensual bites and never broke eye contact with him. This time, Spike bent down and licked away the trails of juice on her chin and the tiny droplets she purposely left on her lips. Naturally, Spike Kissing her deeply, Spike used one hand behind her head to lay her back onto the table and the other to raise her hips just right for him. She cried out into his mouth when he finally entered her and tightened her feet around his waist. "Oh, fuck yeah..." Spike groaned. Buffy rocked her hips up, forcing her even closer to the table's edge, but Spike's hands, hips and cock kept her from falling off the edge as he thrust into her slowly and deeply. With a whimper, Buffy practically clawed at Spike's arms as she tried to pull him down to her and capture his lips. He quickly answered her unspoken demand and moved to kiss her. The lingering taste of strawberries entered his mouth along with her questing tongue as they kissed hungrily. The table banged against the kitchen wall with each move of their bodies and food noisily splattered onto the floor, but the two lovers were oblivious to the sounds and mess they were making. Buffy's mouth ripped away from Spike and she let out a scream of pleasure with her orgasm. Watching her come so intensely, Spike pounded into her several more times before letting go of his control and filling her with his dead seed. Spent, Spike laid his weight on top of Buffy and listened to the sound of her deep breaths as they both tried to recover. Buffy stroked the back of Spike's neck as she gasped and tried to catch her breath. Long minutes passed, but her breathing and heart rate didn't slow, her body didn't relax, and Spike began to worry. "Buffy?" He inquired, looking up at her. One look at her eyes and he knew something was wrong. With a needy pant, Buffy meet his gaze and clung tigher to him. "Hot..." Pulling his weight off of her, but keeping his hands on her waist as if she would fall away from him if he let go, Spike turned his head towards the stairs and called out at the top of his lungs. "ANGEL!" * * * * * An hour later, Buffy again snuggled between the cool bodies of her lovers in their bed. Angel kissed the top of her head and squeezed his arm around her shoulders. "You sure you feel better, sweetheart?" "Much." Buffy kissed Angel's chest. Almost guiltily, Buffy muttered, "Heck of a way to finish off the day, huh?" "Don't do that," Angel scolded. "You have no control over when the craving happens." "Still..." "Baby, we'd give our lives a million times over for you. Whatever we have to do to be together, we'll do it. But don't you dare feel guilty about this. Okay?" "Yes, master," Buffy replied playfully to lighten his mood. Angel groaned and hugged her close to his side. * * * * * End "Return to Sender." Return to Fiction Index "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" TM and © (or copyright) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of these materials in any form is expressly prohibited. Fiction at this site is unofficial. Zero profit, zero intent to harm. Just a little fun. |