Title – Something Bluer(2/22/04)
Season IV – follows the obvious – Something Blue
Rating – R/NC17
Word count - 2238
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SOMETHING BLUER
As the demon assault ceased and everyone recovered from the spell, Buffy realized that she was lying on top of a fully aroused Spike and had been, until just that second, kissing him as hard and as passionately as she could. She leaped to her feet – Slayer agility allowing her to put several feet between them before she actually touched the ground. “Eeew! Spike lips! Lips of Spike, yuck!”
Spitting and snarling, Spike jumped up rubbing his mouth just as vigorously. “Slayer breath, uh, ugh!” The two bitter enemies stood glaring at each other, each trying to convince themselves and everyone else that the other one had been the aggressor.
As everyone left the tomb to go back to Giles’ apartment, Buffy stayed conspicuously away from Spike, letting Giles and Xander handle putting the ropes back on him and tying him to his chair when they got back. For the rest of the evening she did her best to stay as far away as possible, while Spike studiously avoided looking in her direction. Willow, meanwhile, was busy baking her third batch of “I’m sorry” cookies and making sure everyone, even Spike, had at least one cookie at all times.
The next day, at the Scooby meeting, Buffy still refused to look in Spikes’ direction, even though he was openly watching her with a bemused expression on his face. “Stop staring at me!” she finally snapped. “It’s rude.”
“Come here and I’ll show you rude, Slayer,” he leered. “Afraid to get close to me? Afraid you’ll get all soft and giggly again?”
With Slayer speed, the small blonde was across the room, her hand on his throat. “In your dreams, Spike.”
“You were in my dreams, pet. Was I in yours?” he whispered so quietly only she could hear.
“You wish,” she hissed at him, dropping her hand abruptly from his neck where it had somehow stopped squeezing and was just touching his surprisingly soft skin.
“Yeah, luv, I kinda do,” he said slowly. “Must be losing my mind.”
“Well, I haven’t lost mine, so just forget it. It was just a spell and it’s SO over.” Although her words were angry and her expression was cold, a warm flush had worked its way up her neck to her face - making her look incredibly desirable to something that lived on blood. Spike smiled at her, raising one eyebrow. “That right, Slayer? S’not what your body’s saying to my nose.”
“I can fix that!” she snapped, punching him in the offending nose.
“Ow! Bloody hell…..” For a second his vamp face started to come out, but the chip immediately fired; he yelled and threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut. Buffy felt slightly guilty for causing the pain, as, if she were truthful, she would have to admit that she did dream about Spike and the kissing and fondling they did while under the spell.
It was the first time anyone except Willow had seen the chip at work and they all watched with varying degrees of interest as Spike growled and shook his head in an attempt to dispel the pain.
“That’s pretty cool,” Xander said as he approached Spike’s chair. “So, I could, like, do anything to you, and you couldn’t touch me without being zapped? What if I do this?” He flicked Spike’s ear and jumped back quickly. The tied-up vampire growled, but didn’t move. “Oh, I’m going to like this!” The boy leaned forward again, but to his surprise, Buffy grabbed his arm. “Leave him alone, Xander.”
“What? Why?”
“Buffy’s right, Xander,” Giles said, cleaning his glasses. “We don’t torture helpless creatures, even evil ones.”
“Yeah,” Willow piped in, “we’re the good guys, remember?”
“Well that’s no fun.” Xander moved off grumbling to himself.
For a second Buffy and Spike were the only ones not looking at Xander and their eyes met briefly. Buffy found herself noticing how incredibly blue the blond vampire’s eyes were and that there was an expression in them she had never seen before. Except, she realized, maybe when they were both under Willow’s spell and thought they were in love. A flashback to what it felt like to be sitting on his lap and kissing those soft, supple lips (eww – vampire! What’s wrong with me?) sent another rush of blood to her face and she broke the eye contact and moved away quickly.
“Buffy,” Giles said, “I need to go out for a while and Willow and Xander have things to do. Can you watch Spike until I get back? There is blood in the refrigerator if he needs it.”
“Uh, yeah, sure, I guess so,” she stammered, keeping her eyes resolutely focused on anything that was not a tied-up vampire.
In the suddenly quiet house, Buffy found herself searching the room desperately for something to look at besides the smirking blond tied to the chair.
“What’s the matter, Goldilocks? Afraid to be alone with me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Spike. Why would I be afraid of you?” she asked – immediately cursing herself for coming up with such a leading question.
“Because you feel the same thing I do between us. That spell just brought out something we were already feelin’.”
“That’s ridiculous! The only thing I feel for you is disgust. You’re evil and I should just stake you.”
“Then why haven’t you yet?” he asked softly. “And more important, why haven’t I killed you? I could have, you know, when I had the Gem of Amara.”
“I should do it right now.” She glared at him and moved closer, taking a stake from her pocket. “Why don’t I just end this now? Put you out of your misery?”
“Pretty hard to be miserable with a warm slayer this close,” he breathed, his nostrils flaring as he visibly inhaled her scent when she leaned over him with the stake. “And,” he added with a smirk, “I can see down your shirt.”
“Oh!” She recoiled and felt herself turning red. “If you weren’t tied up, I’d…”
“You’d what?” he shot back. “If I weren’t tied up, I’d show you…”
“Show me what? Your chip won’t let you show me anything.”
“My chip won’t let me hurt you – I don’t think it cares what else I do to you.”
As the heated exchange of words took place, Buffy was getting closer and closer until they finished the argument nose to nose. “What’s the matter, Slayer? Afraid of me? Afraid of what you feel? Remember what we were like yesterday? I do. I remember how you felt wriggling around on my lap.”
“I didn’t wriggle!”
The vampire just cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Well, that was a spell. Didn’t mean a thing,” she huffed, suddenly remembering how good it felt to be in those strong arms and what had been pushing against her bottom when she wiggled.
“Prove it,” he sneered. “You’re afraid to get that close now, aren’t you? Afraid of what you’ll feel.”
“That’s ridiculous! You have no affect on me at all.” As she spoke, she edged closer to him, then sat down on his lap. She had to put her arms on either side of him to hold herself on the chair as his hands were still tied behind his back. As soon as she reached around him, he fastened his mouth on hers. Much to her dismay, she found herself kissing him back, and sliding her arms around his neck while her lips and tongue explored his soft mouth. (How can the evil undead be such a good kisser?) Vampires don’t need to breathe, but even Slayers do eventually and she had to pull away long enough to take a shaky breath.
“Now tell me you don’t feel anything,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck (omigod! Spike’s mouth is on my neck!) and sending little shivers down her spine. Instead of answering him - because, actually, what could she say? There was no way he couldn’t tell what he was doing to her - she kissed him again, quickly, to shut him up. She found her hands sliding over his upper body, feeling his chest, sliding down to his rock-hard abs and up his back – all while continuing to feel his tongue and lips exploring her mouth and sending warm sensations all through her body. Without thinking about what she was doing, Buffy slid around on his lap so that she was straddling him with one leg on either side of the chair. That brought her into direct contact with the impossible-to-ignore bulge in his jeans and elicited a groan from him. “Oh God, Slayer. Untie me, please. I need to touch you.”
“No, I don’t think so – no touching,” she murmured as she wiggled around on him. “No untying the dangerous vampire.” She began moving back and forth on his lap, rubbing herself against the bulge and breathing harder.
“Jesus Christ, Slayer! The Watcher said no torture!” He groaned again, straining against the ropes.
“What Giles doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” she gasped, rubbing harder and harder as her body took over and pursued the sensations emanating from contact between her swollen clit and his denim-covered cock. Growling fiercely, Spike strained at his bonds while continuing to kiss her mouth and neck, driving her to move faster and faster on his lap.
“Oh God, Buffy, please, love, please….” he whispered into her ear. “Let me loose, let me do this right.”
“It feels all right to me.” Buffy gasped as she bucked and shuddered on his lap, collapsing against his chest as her orgasm left her panting and embarrassed.
(Ohmygod, did I really just come on Spike’s lap? I can never look him in the eye again)
As she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized he was still hard and still begging her to let him go. To keep from having to look at him, she reached around and pulled at his ropes. “I can’t. You’ve pulled them so tight I can’t untie them.”
Reaching behind him put her mouth right next to his neck and without consciously thinking about it, she began planting little kisses under his jaw and running her tongue along his neck. Amazingly, she could feel herself becoming aroused again. Making a quick decision, she pushed herself away from him and jumped off his lap.
“ Slayer, Buffy, you can’t leave me like this. Come back, luv.”
Buffy didn’t answer him; instead, running to the kitchen and grabbing a sharp knife. Spike’s eyes grew big as she came at him with the knife and he watched warily as she approached the chair. For a full minute, she remained frozen in front of him – eyes locked on his, knife in trembling hand. With an abrupt shudder, she went behind the chair and slashed through the ropes.
Quick as a cat, his arms pulled her around and into his lap again. The force of his grab knocked the chair over, sending them both to the floor, the vampire on top. Holding her arms over her head, he growled, “Now it’s my turn, Slayer,” and covered her mouth with his while sending his free hand roving around her body. Every place he paused and touched sent a pleasant shock through her body. Sliding his hand up her leg, he teased around her thong before ripping it off and putting his hand where the underwear had been. Gasps and moans were coming from Buffy by that time and she reached for the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and freeing his erection to lie along her stomach. Spike bent down to run his mouth and tongue around her nipples, lowering himself onto her body and sliding in to her.
She gasped as she felt him pushing against her entrance then moaned as he quickly thrust himself inside, murmuring her name and a lengthy string of praises for the environment in which his cock found itself buried. They began to rock together, all of Spike’s whispered words running together as their bodies moved in tandem faster and faster until with a small shriek, Buffy clenched her muscles and bit into his shoulder, shuddering all over with the force of her orgasm. As soon as those muscles squeezed down on him, Spike also came, exploding like warm champagne and collapsing on top of the small blonde.
As their breathing returned to semi-normal, (and why is the vampire bothering to breath? she squirmed beneath him and pushed him off. “Spike, move, you’re heavy!”
He rolled off to the side, but kept one hand across her body, idly tracing a pattern on her stomach. “Well, Slayer, what do we do now?” he murmured in her ear.
“Do? We do nothing!” She pushed his hand off and sat up indignantly. “This is just left over from the spell, that’s all. Now that it’s out of our systems, we’re going to forget about it. Just like it never happened.” Straightening her clothing, she moved away from him and began combing her hair.
“I’m not going to forget about it, Slayer, and neither are you,” he said as he pocketed her ripped underwear when she wasn’t looking.
“Yes, I am – we are!” she exclaimed with more vehemence than conviction. “Never again!”
“Never’s a long time, luv,” he said softly. “A very long time.”
to be continued in “Still Bluer”