The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 18:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | fandom: btvs, rating: nc17, type: het |
Like a Friend . NC17
Fandom: BtVS. Buffy/Spike
Warning: Het, Gratuitous song lyrics.
Words: 1974
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Summary: Spike drops by to bother his friend Buffy.
*Don't bother to say your sorry, why don't you come in?*
Buffy sat on the couch, nursing her latest wound, thanks to a vamp who decided a tombstone would make a great weapon. She had dusted him, but not without almost breaking her leg. Her whole calf flared in black and blue pain. It would heal soon but it still hurt like a bitch.
She heard the door open and shut in the kitchen, "Mom?" Buffy called out, shutting off the tv to listen, never glancing up.
"Sorry luv, not quite..."
*Everytime I get no further, how long has it been? Come on in now. Wipe your feet on my dreams.*
Buffy grabbed the stake sitting on the couch next to her, "Spike? What the hell do you want?" She glared at him, almost wishing her would vanish as she stared at him.
Spike leaned against the wall, his duster shrugged a bit back off of his shoulders. "Well, well, that's not a very nice way to greet visitors." He sighed and stood walking over to a chair next to her. "Saw you battling those vamps last night, didn't figuring on helping but heard the slayer was wounded. Figured I might as well check my chances for taking you on and possibly winning."
*You take up my time like some cheap magazine*
Buffy frowned, "Figures, bad news travels too fast in this town." She reluctantly sat back to ease off some of the throbbing from her leg. "By the way, speaking of bad news, why are you here again?"
Spike leaned on the edge of his chair, fists balled up and running over his thighs. "Eh, no one else to annoy, the whelp is out somewhere with his demon and the witches are busy conjuring some blasted spell or another. So you are the lucky winner."
Buffy groaned, "Great, and a good movie was on too..." Buffy rolled her eyes, a small smile creeping over her lips as she remembered the steamy scene that was playing out before her just moments earlier. Seeing the man fingers trail over the woman's chest, goosebumps rising from her..."
"Slayer!"
Buffy snapped out of it and realized that, unfortunately, Spike was still there.
Spike grinned as he had watched her drift into la-la land. He could smell her and it was making it a little hard to keep focused on anything but her.
*I've done this before and I will do it again. C'mon and kill me baby while you smile like a friend...*
Buffy felt herself starting to warm and she realized that Spike being here was probably not the best idea, she quickly stood, and re-evaluated that decision as she promptly fell back down on the chair.
"No no Slayer, we need you all healthy and ready to go so we can kill you. No wearing yourself out." Spike walked over to the chair and kneeled down, eyeing her warily. He placed his cool hands on her swollen leg and she inhaled as the coolness was a sudden, but pleasant feeling.
His hands rubbed in tiny circles, his mind wondering what the hell he was thinking but he paid no attention. He could smell her arousal growing even stronger and smiled, seeing the dazed look on her face.
In one swift move her slipped his hand further up her thigh, she opened her eyes and just looked at him, almost too shocked and amazed it felt so good to even comprehend that this was Spike!
Her eyes locked on his were too much for him and as a growl echoed in his throat he grabbed her neck and pulled her close to him, kissing her roughly.
*You are the last drink I never should have drunk*
Buffy groaned at the sudden coolness assaulting her and her mind just ceased to exist. Spike stopped rubbing her calf and snuck his hand higher, letting his cool fingertips tease her thighs, the heated flesh covering with goosebumps from his touch. She groaned as his tongue parted her lips and she let his tongue dance over hers. She opened her eyes momentarily as he pulled away, lifting her into his arms as he sat down on the couch, resting her frame on top of his.
*You are the body hidden in the trunk*
Buffy smiled and kissed his lips slowly moving from his lips to his neck and down to the hollow of his throat. He growled and bucked up against her, her hot lips felt so good.
Buffy smiled, feeling the bulge building in his jeans, she brought her hands to his shoulders, his shirt quickly being yanked off and tossed on a nearby chair. Buffy kissed down his chest and ran her hands over his cool, sculpted chest. She smiled and sat up, her curly hair tussled wild and her eyes twinkling evilly. She reached down and lifted her tank top over her head, the white cotton material falling to the floor.
Spike groaned as she slowly ground her hips down against his, his eyes flared with a gold glint momentarily and he grinned, leaning his head down to lick and suckled her rosy nipples as she tilted her head back, his cool tongue raising them to peaks instantly.
*You are the habit I can't seem to kick*
Buffy whimpered as his tongue left her breasts, the peaks so hard it was painful. She scooted back on his thighs and ran her hands down his chest, teasing his nipples and then drifting downward to tease him through his pants.
Spike groaned loudly and gripped the chair arms, if this is what she felt like from the outside, gods...
Buffy smiled as she felt him grow even harder, for a second, the thought of leaving his like this, unsatisfied and wanting...But her mind quickly dismissed it after he bucked under her, hitting her clit as her soft lounge pants still clung to her. She whimpered and made a snap decision in her mind.
"Fuck it." She muttered.
*You are my secrets on the front page every week*
She slowly eased off of him and stood unsteadily, her fingers worked as her eyes were dazed with lust, as the knot holding pants up was undone by her fingers she sighed when she felt the cool air tease her thighs. She crawled back into his lap and continued to kiss at his neck as her hand teased the large and no doubt exceedingly painful bulge in his jeans.
Spike thought he was delirious, the slayer, nude straddling his crotch, kissing his neck and stroking him through his jeans.
His thoughts were all quickly scattered as he felt his jeans zipper slowly sliding down and her small hand easing him free.
He tilted his head back and groaned almost animalistically, his mind screamed to take her now and he couldn't believe he was fighting it back.
*You are the car I never should have bought*
Buffy could feel the wetness pooled between her thighs, God, this was unbearable, a pink flush colored her whole body and she rubbed her clit against his cock, mewling as little surges jumped over her body.
Spike could feel her against him and he snapped, he lunged at her neck, kissing and nibbling at it, not breaking the surface, why he didn't know.
He lifted her in his arms and lowered her slowly down on him, the heat almost scorching him. Buffy gasped and bit her lower lip to keep from shrieking. He wrapped his arms around her back and sighed as he felt her sheathing him all around.
Buffy opened her eyes slowly and caught sight of Spike, head tilted back and eyes closed, chest heaving with unneeded breaths.
*You are the train I never should I never should have caught*
Buffy smiled and slowly ground her hips down on him, his head snapping to attention as she started to move. Spike watched as she moved, his hands working up and down her back, teasing the back of her neck and down to her hips.
"oh god...oh god...oh god...oh god..." Buffy chanted quietly, feeling him hit such delicious places, she arched against him, her clit rubbing against him with her every move, making her inner muscles shudder around him.
Spike captured her lips with his and teased her tongue, dueling as she continued.
*You are the cut that makes me hide my face*
Spike's hands wandered down to rub over her nipples, eliciting a groan from her and smiled as he allowed his hand to wander further down, rubbing softly through her soft curls he found her clit and pinched it lightly.
Buffy moaned loudly and sped up slightly, a pressure starting to build in her.
Spike groaned as she moved faster, her walls holding tightly as she moved on him.
*You are the party that makes me feel my age*
Spike rubbed her clit faster, her body moving faster and her chanting growing louder, with small gasps from when he would pinch her clit, making her muscles contract around him, making him groan and buck harder into her.
His hands were on her hips now, moving her faster against him as she continued to clench around him, her knew she was almost there and grinned.
*You're like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid*
Buffy bucked hard up and down on him, God if this didn't feel so good she might actually comprehend that this was Spike. She felt his hand leave her hips and reach down to tease her clit, making her writhe as her walls held him tight. She groaned and bucked faster, her orgasm building faster with each thrust.
*You're like a plane I've been told I never should board*
Spike could feel her tightening and knew she was on the edge, his cock now painfully hard and his balls grew tight as he pounded into her, her walls suddenly clamping down tight on him and a shriek echoed from her as her body shook from her orgasm.
Buffy panted as she felt Spike thrust several more times, his motion teasing her still over-sensitive clit. She kissed his neck hard and grinned as a loud growl echoed in the back of his throat and he came, bucking hard into her as his fangs sunk into her neck. Buffy gripped his back again, surely leaving long read welts as she came for the second time. Her eyes fluttering shut as she slowly sunk down and back into reality.
*You're like a film that's so wrong but I got to stay till the end*
Buffy slowly regained her senses and she felt her chest heaving as she held tightly to Spike's neck, his cool tongue licking at the fresh bite wound. She smiled and kissed his neck. Neither said a word but Buffy slowly slunk off of his lap and stood, grabbing her tank top and pulling it on, then walking over and pulling on her pants. As Spike sat in the chair, he slowly fixed his pants, zipping them back up and pulling on his shirts, and picking up his duster, carrying it with him.
As he headed back towards the back door, no words were spoken and neither looked at each other. Buffy watched as Spike walked out and off into her yard, heading for the graveyard.
She smiled and shut the door after him, walking slowly upstairs to take a bath. Her legs were a little woozy and she held to the railing but she smiled as she knew the black and blue mark was already healed.
Spike walked slowly to his crypt and smiled, he winced momentarily as he felt the welts she had left on his back slowly healing.
*Let me tell you - that it's lucky for you that we're friends*