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This is my first ever PWP (plot, what plot?). It started out as a series, but I removed the beginning and made it all about the smut. NC-17!
Spike circled her, letting his gaze wash over her slim hips and delicate curves. She felt his eyes on her backside and wiggled seductively. “Do you see something you like, Spike?”
“Shut up,” he replied, swatting her on the backside. “I’m so pissed at you I can’t see straight.”
“Let me help you focus.” Buffy turned to face him and slipped the straps of her shirt off her shoulders, exposing her breasts.
He chewed on his thumbnail as he eyed her chest. She knew exactly what she was doing, but he wasn’t about to just forget what she had done. “I like that just fine but...”
“And do you like this?” Buffy unfastened her pants, kicking her shoes off as she stepped out of them. With a seductive grin, she licked her finger and trailed it between her breasts, slowly moving lower.
Spike swallowed hard as she dipped her hand between her legs and began to massage back and forth. No panties!? The moonlight bathed her creamy skin and made her stand out in the foggy cemetery, a vision to behold. He clenched his jaw when she leaned against a tall headstone and moaned his name. “This isn’t going to work, Slayer.”
“What’s that in the front of your pants then?” Her hips were grinding in a small circle and she smiled when he glanced down at his pants. She watched as he gripped the bulk that was growing larger by the second, trying to hide it. “Looks like it’s working fine," she whispered breathlessly.
“Don’t look at it!” He growled, trying to squeeze himself hard enough to hurt so that his dick would mistakenly think it was wrong to be aroused by the Slayer at a time like this.
Buffy began walking toward him, slinking through the headstones as he backed away from her. With every step she took, he eyed the way her breasts jiggled slightly and then his gaze rested on her pouty lips as his back pressed against the wall of a crypt. “You haven’t even said you’re sorry. I’m not touching you!”
“Really?” Buffy narrowed her eyes and took a step back so he could gaze at her entire body again. “Because these breasts …” she gently tugged her nipples and then cupped them both in her palms. “these breasts won’t be touched by you anytime soon if you don’t touch them now.”
“Is that right?” He felt a small smile spread across his features as she turned and wiggled her ass.
“And this ass …” She smacked herself once, the pop echoing through the night. “This ass won’t be anyone’s but mine if you don’t start kissing it right about now.”
“I don’t kiss anyone’s ass,” he shot back, and fought the urge to trail his fingers over the small red hand print she left on her rounded globe.
She turned and cocked her head to one side. “Well, if you don’t kiss my ass from time to time you can’t kiss here either.” Her hand wandered back between her legs and she sighed softly. "And what was it you said-- that you couldn't get enough of me and my--"
“Will you knock it off?” he shouted, as the zipper of his pants bit into his erection. “This isn’t going to work and you’re only making me madder.”
Buffy ignored him and moved toward a headstone that was waist level. With a grin over her shoulder she draped herself over it, standing on her tiptoes. The first time he had taken her had been in this same cemetery, with her in very much the same position. “Come on, Spike. You know you want it.”
Growling, he yanked his fly open and pulled himself free, stalking toward her. “You won’t fucking enjoy it.”
Her reply was cut short when he gripped her hips and sheathed himself in her hot moisture. The headstone dug into her pelvic bone as she lay across it and every thrust of his hips caused her to rub her lower stomach back and forth, making her feel raw. It was a struggle to keep from crying out and begging him to let her change position, but she knew better. He was pissed and she wasn’t about to break his concentration. If he wasn’t thinking about what she had done then she was fine for the time being.
Spike was unmerciful as he slammed into her pussy. It pissed him off that she was so wet and was making tiny sounds of pleasure. How dare she enjoy it and how dare he let himself be so easily taken in by her? Allowing his face to change, he stood straight and slapped her as hard as he could across the cheek of her ass. His fingers had left white spots where he had gripped her so tightly and now she turned red before his eyes. Snarling, he did it again and again.
Buffy refused to cry out in shock. Instead, she gripped the headstone tighter and thrust backwards against him, stunned at how much she enjoyed the pleasure and the pain. It was a welcome relief when he slid his arm around her waist and yanked her backwards. He drove her downward, onto her knees and continued to pound her so hard her teeth rattled. Desperate for release, she brought her hand between her leg and began to massage her clit.
As soon as Spike realized what she was doing, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms. Staring down at her, he shook his head. “No, luv. I told you that you wouldn’t enjoy it.”
“Please?” she practically sobbed.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” He slid back into her and slowly gyrated his hips, teasing her with what she knew he was capable of.
Buffy pursed her lips, whimpering slightly as he raked his teeth slowly over her breast. The pain was minimal, but she could tell by the way he was lapping at her skin that he had been rewarded with a few droplets of her blood. Arching her back, she tried to grind her pelvis into his, but he moved back slightly. “Spike, don’t stop!”
“Are you going to apologize to me?” He left just the tip of his cock inside of her, holding her legs firmly to keep her at bay.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“I want to hear you say it.” He slid into her slowly, then pulled back when he was sure that he felt her surge against him. “Meet me halfway, Slayer, just apologize.”
“I won’t say it.” Buffy looked him dead in the eye. “I will never apologize to you for anything.”
A smile lit up his features and he trailed his tongue out, moistening his lips. “Really? Never?”
“That’s right.” Buffy narrowed her eyes, wondering why he was so delighted at her refusal.
“Well, I guess I will have to make do with this then, won’t I?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer, and instead, began to pound into her again. Not bothering to acknowledge her growing need, he concentrated on his own climax, and soon enough, he was leaning over her, trying to get his bearings.
Buffy slipped out of his grasp and turned to face him, holding her hands in front of her breasts, as if she was suddenly shy. “That can’t be it.”
Spike, still on his knees, quickly tucked himself back into his pants, and stood, making a great show of stretching his arms above his head. “Why not?”
“What about me?” She raised her eyebrow at him.
“And when did it become about you exactly?” Spike dug through the pocket of his duster and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a silver lighter, then he took a deep drag.
“We don’t have one sided sex, Spike. You don’t just get to bend me over a headstone and have your way, and then leave.”
“I didn’t bend you over a headstone, Buffy, you bent yourself. And this wasn’t one sided sex. I merely took the apology you were giving me.” He hid his smile when her eyes widened and she shot to her feet. “You could have saved yourself the trouble, and the sexual frustration, if you had done what I asked.”
“I hate you,” she snapped, yanking her clothing off the ground. “I don’t know why I even bother with you. You have absolutely no redeeming qualities, other than the fact that you were half way decent in the sack, and now you’ve blown that right out of the water.”
“Mmm, blown. There’s a concept. I should have had you blow me. Maybe then I wouldn’t hear your mouth so damn much!”
“Your dick is so small I could talk around it!”
Spike laughed out loud then, and nodded slightly. “Yeah, that’s why I usually have you screaming my name within seconds.”
Turning a bright shade of red, Buffy turned on her heel and walked away from him. She’d had it. Vampires, no matter how cute and how great they were in bed, were horrible. Spike was the most horrible of all. How dare he treat her the way he had when all she did was –
Firm arms gripped her from behind and she knew instinctively that it was him. She didn’t struggle, but she kept her body tense, tense enough to show him how angry she was. “What?”
“You gonna walk through the cemetery naked, luv?”
“I might. I might go see if I can find some other willing *vampire* to finish what you started.” She thought about elbowing him in the ribs, but it was a cool night, and his arms around her felt wonderful.
It was short lived, though, because as soon as he registered what she had said, he spun her to face him. “Don’t you ever threaten me with that. I know you meant *him*,” he told her evenly, gripping the flesh of her upper arms. “We’re gonna play this game for as long as you want to play it, Slayer. But the second that I even suspect that you’re even thinking of *him*, that’s it.”
Something in his tone, the angle of his jaw, told her that she had gone too far. “Spike, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean--"
“A-ha!” Spike let her go and pointed at her, smiling broadly. “I knew I’d make you say it!”
Her eyes widened. “No, I didn’t apologize for what I did.”
“You apologize for what you did, and I’ll show you just how nice it is to meet in the middle. Literally.” Spike pulled his duster off and laid it down on the ground, then unbuttoned his shirt. “What do you say?”
Buffy let her eyes roam over his bare chest and bit her lip. He was turning the tables on her, dammit. And it was working. Sighing, she mumbled, “I’m sorry for what I did.”
“Which thing?” Spike unbuttoned his pants, aware that her eyes were following his every move.
“Spike-“ she began, but stopped when he stepped toward her, and dipped his head, catching her nipple in his mouth. “I’m sorry for it all.”
“Be specific,” he growled, dropping to his knees in front of her.
Buffy felt him slide his hand up her thigh and his thumb brushed her clit. “I’m sorry that I—“
Grinning, Spike pulled her down, lying her on her back on top of his duster. Bracing himself on his palms, he hovered over her, staring at her flushed face. She started to speak again and he captured her mouth with his, rubbing his blue jeaned crotch against her center, to let her see how hard he already was. She moaned against his mouth and he broke the kiss, slowly working his way down between her thighs.
With one hand, he opened her to him, then darted his tongue out, circling her distended clit slowly. He felt her thread her fingers through his hair, urging him on, and he complied, nipping and tugging at her flesh. Months of experience had taught him instinctively how to manipulate her body and within minutes, she was crying out his name. Suddenly, it didn't seem so bad that he had been forced to return to Sunnydale to work with her.
Buffy opened her eyes halfway, her lids heavy with the power of her orgasm. Spike was kneeling between her legs, watching her ride out the wave he had created. The moon was full behind him, almost creating a halo around his head and she was reminded of what she had done. “I’m sorry I compared you to Angel.”
Spike tugged the front of his pants down and laid over her, sliding into her for the second time that night. “Don’t do it again.”
Buffy rolled her head back, allowing him to suckle the tender flesh between her ear and shoulder. “There is no comparison. Only you.”
“I won’t love you, Slayer. I’ll never feel it. I’ll never say it.” Spike stopped rocking into her and brushed her hair off her face.
“You didn’t have to say that.” Buffy felt her eyes fill with tears and turned her head away, willing herself not to cry.
Spike forced her to look at him again and slowly began to move his hips. “But I won’t leave you either. Not like he did. Love hurts, Buffy, and I won’t hurt you.”
She swallowed hard and stared at his face, the moon was once again shining through his platinum hair, but the shadows couldn't conceal the lust that was written all over his face. Reaching up to touch his cheek, she felt something she knew she could never utter to him. Forcing herself to smile, she whispered, “I can accept that.”
“Then I can accept your apology.”
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Massive thanks to Lynn, Tinkerbell, Mary Ann, Spence, and Lex and Sara for going over this fic. I appreciate it!