Title: Crushes...As In Plural
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Time to rewrite 'Crush' to suit
myself and others, so obviously it's not
according to canon. Canon, shmannon...you
want to have some fun, or not?
AN: I'll be borrowing heavily from the script/
episode...up to a point. I needed to use it in the
first chapter to establish that THIS Buffy is going
to be acting and reacting in a vastly different
way from that other...not so pleasant...Buffy.
I can't just "say what happened" and move on. How
will people know what she's feeling and thinking in
this story if I do that?
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Part three....
"Spike...unlock these chains now."
Even though she'd used her most serious "fuck with me and
I'll make you sorry" voice, he didn't do what she requested.
"If I do that," he said slowly, folding his arms across his
chest, "you'll leave."
Buffy gave him what she hoped was an intimidating glare. "If
you don't do it, I'll still leave. I'll just kill you first."
Spike shook his head. "Stop doing that," he said, pointing at
her hands as they twisted and tugged on the iron manacles. "You'll
hurt yourself."
Only the fact that he was right made her stop. The skin
around her wrists was already sore and chafed, she sure as
hell didn't want to start bleeding.
Her senses snapped to sudden alert when he began to
circle around her. Although she forced herself to face front,
she felt goosebumps pop out of her skin when he was standing
behind her.
"What are you doing?" Her voice sounded ridiculously soft to her
own ears. Not the angry and demanding tone she would have
expected of it.
She nearly jumped through the roof of the cave when she felt his
hands settle on either side of her waist.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I love you. Only you."
The breath he was somehow capable of producing stirred tendrils
of her hair, making them brush against her cheek. She pulled in a
ragged breath of her own.
Spike's hands slipped forward and curved over her abdomen,
his fingers lacing together. He had stepped so close to her that
she could feel him pressing against her backside.
All of him....
Swallowing hard, she shook her head to clear it. "Let...let me go."
"I can't. I don't want to," he amended. "I'm...afraid to."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that if you leave...you'll never come back."
Well, that was surprising. She'd thought he'd meant afraid she
would try and stake him.
One of his hands left her stomach and traveled up her side. When
it reached her shoulder, it moved the heavy swath of hair that lay
there, baring her neck.
She almost panicked, then her mind cleared. "You can't bite me."
He chuckled quietly. "I know that. I don't want to bite you...in a bad
way."
Buffy's knees were beginning to shake. Why the hell was THAT
happening?
Spike trailed one finger down the side of her neck in a caressing
motion. "You're skin is so soft," he murmured, close to her ear. "And
you always smell so damn good."
"Spike..." God, her voice sounded even weaker now.
"Shhh," he coaxed her, still whispering. "Close your eyes."
Without a clue as to why she would even consider doing such
a thing, she obeyed.
His hand moved down boldly, palming her breast and squeezing
gently. "Lovely," he observed, his thumb sweeping back and forth
over the taut peak. "Responsive."
Responsive was the word, all right, she thought giddily. In fact,
her body had never been quite so responsive before. It usually
took a while for her to warm up for sex play, maybe because Riley
had always been so hesitant and moved along so slowly.
But Spike was cutting through all the red tape and getting right
to the good parts.
Buffy's mind was skidding off into an impossible direction. She
was perfectly well aware that it was Spike taking such liberties
with her body, but she wasn't as outraged as she should probably
be.
On the inside, anyway.
"Stop that!" she said sharply, pulling her scattered senses to-
gether for one last hurrah. "Don't you dare touch me!"
He had the effrontery to laugh. "Slayer...you sound like you're
channeling one of those virtuous Victorian damsels that used to give
me such trouble when I was a young mortal man." He pushed
his hips against her bottom, letting her feel his arousal. "They
were right experts at the art of cock teasing," he added. "But not
nearly as good as you are, luv."
Good god! What the hell did he have down the front of his
pants? It felt huge...and hard...and before she could stop her-
self, she pushed back against it.
He hissed his approval as his hand tightened on her breast. The
other hand immediately joined the fun, molding itself over her
unattended breast and fondling it with a combination of gentility and
rough greed.
Buffy's head dropped back helplessly, lolling against his chest.
"You like that," he said. It wasn't a question, but an observation.
"Uh-huh," she nodded, unconsciously pushing herself more firmly
into his hands.
"Do you want more? Something different?" His fingers briefly
abandoned her, making her whimper. "Not to worry, baby," he
said soothingly. "I just want to undo your blouse."
His touch was swift and thorough, undoing each tiny button
without popping one off. The fabric parted, aided by his hands,
exposing the lacy red bra that bound her breasts in an irritatingly
sensual way she'd never noticed before.
"Red is my favorite color," he informed her. "Thank you , luv...even
though I know you didn't wear it for me." He sought out and found
the clasp that held the undergarment in place, giving it an expert
twist.
The cups of her bra separated, curling back away from her
breasts, and then his hands were on her bare flesh, stroking and
squeezing, pulling firmly on her erect nipples, driving her wild.
"Oh....oh, god," she moaned under her breath, forcing her eyelids
apart. She wanted to see his hands, watch them feel and manipulate
her swollen flesh.
"Buffy...baby," he muttered, his voice tight with whatever restraint
he was using to keep himself in check. "You feel perfect. So warm
and soft...except for here." He pinched her nipples gently between
his thumbs and forefingers. "Right here...you're hard."
If he kept talking to her like this, it was likely to become a permanent
state of affairs for her. She'd never had a guy whisper such things in
her ear...and he seemed to be just getting started!
Stepping in front of her, he took her breasts more firmly into
his hands and lifted them slightly. He leaned down so closely that
she could see the dark flecks in his blue eyes. "I want to suck them,"
he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "May I?"
Nice to know he still remembered his manners. All she was
capable of was a slight inclination of her head.
The smile bloomed fully on his attractive face, and he lowered his
head to her right breast. Glancing up to watch her face, his tongue
darted out and licked a perfect circle around her nipple.
Buffy squeaked. She couldn't help herself. It felt so decadently
good. She arched her back a little, waiting.
Holding her gaze with his, he opened his mouth and took her
in, sucking gently, swirling his tongue in a tortuous path.
She watched as his eyes drifted slowly shut, his mouth working
a little more greedily at her breast. "Mmmm," he moaned,
tightening his hands.
Now, she had to admit that he'd been right about that heat and
desire thing. And boy, she was feeling no revulsion whatsoever.
Spike pulled back and began licking the surface of her breast,
his wet and nimble tongue sliding around and over his own fingers
as well as her skin. He moved back and forth from side to the
other, giving both mounds of flesh his equal attention.
Buffy's breath was becoming more and more labored as he
teased and tantalized her. Not to mention that there was a small
river flowing in her underpants.
Of which HE made mention.
"I can smell you," he muttered, nuzzling her curves. "Smell how
hot you are."
She wasn't going to bother denying it. What was the point if he
could smell it?
Before she could begin to get her fuzzy head around his intent,
he reached down with one hand and popped the top button of
her jeans open.
"Hey," she complained. Something wasn't quite right here. "Aren't
you forgetting something?"
"What?" He arched one eyebrow at her. "Should I have asked
permission?"
"Well, yeah...but that's not it. I'm starting to feel a little used
here. I think the least you can do before you stick your hand down
my pants is....kiss me."
This was something she really wanted to experience again. To
see if it was as good as she remembered it being during their
little faux 'engagement'.
He had the grace to look embarrassed. "Oh, baby...I am so sorry.
I'm being a right pig now, aren't I?" Giving her his most girl-charming
smile, he looked up at her through naturally long lashes a woman
would kill to have. "Forgive me, luv?"
Buffy moistened her lips. "Make it up to me."
Sensing her acquiescence, he began to lean forward. The moment
before their lips came together, he asked her if she wanted him to
unlock the manacles.
"Not just yet." She repeated his own words back to him. There was
something kind of naughty and forbidden about it all, and she wasn't
quite ready to give it up.
"That's my girl," he chuckled, pressing his mouth to hers. Her
lips parted for him and his tongue advanced, gliding around the
inside of her cheeks and dancing lightly over the edges of her teeth.
Her own tongue became bold and played with his, twining around
it and then following it back into his mouth. At the same time, he was
lowering the zipper of her pants and pushing the snug denim down
as well as he could.
When her jeans were gathered at her knees, he stepped back to
admire her red lace underpants. "You look mouthwatering...standing
there like that. Your blouse open and your pants down."
Buffy wrapped the chains around her hands and lifted her feet
from the floor. Raising them slowly, she extended her legs straight
out like a gymnast.
Spike didn't need to asked what to do. Without hesitating he
unzipped her boots and tugged them off, then stripped her jeans
and panties away as well, throwing them to one side.
Shedding his coat, he reached down and unzipped his fly.
Buffy watched. "Take your shirt off."
He whipped it over his head, giving her an eyeful of what a
really attractive male physique looked like.
His chest was smooth and hairless, well muscled. He had
a trim waist and the most beautiful abdomen she'd ever seen
on a guy. His biceps were nicely defined with muscle, without
being overly bulging.
Combine all this with the handsome face and laser blue eyes,
and you had a truly delectable male feast.
Buffy lowered her feet back to the floor, relieving the pressure
on her hands. Her eyes moved down his body to the open zipper
of his jeans...and waited.
Seeing how closely she was watching him, Spike reached into his
pants and took a hold of his erection, sliding his hand slowly up
and then back down. He pushed his jeans down a little more,
showing Buffy what he had for her.
"Oh...my," Buffy whispered, seriously impressed. He was...well
endowed, to be sure.
Giving her that smart assed grin of his, he continued moving his
hand up and down his shaft. "See how hard it is, love? That's for
you. That's what you do to me. And it's not just because I think
you're the sexiest girl I've ever seen. It's not just those luscious
tits...or your slim waist...or your pretty round ass, or even your
beautiful face," he said clearly, suddenly serious. "It's because I
love you."
As declarations of love went, it was a damned good one, she
decided.
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"Spread your legs a little," he instructed, smiling when she did
it. "Good girl."
Moving closer, he dropped to his knees, bringing his mouth just
about level with her....
Oh, yes!
She liked this. Liked it very much. Even though she hadn't
experienced it too often. Riley would do it...if he was really in
the mood for it, which wasn't often. Considering how much he'd
enjoyed having it done, he hadn't been very good on the reciprocating.
"Christ," Spike muttered, "the scent is driving me insane." He
glanced up and winked wickedly. "All that time wasted fighting me
when all you had to do was drop your pants and I'd have been on
my knees."
She had to smile. "I'll remember that in the future. Subdue vamps
by dropping trou, then plant stake."
"Subdue THIS vamp," he clarified. "And never mind the stake."
Placing his hands on her hips, he urged her forward a little. "So
pretty...even down here. All your pink parts wet...glistening."
Buffy tsked impatiently. "Right. Glistening. Glistening is good.
Touching is good, too."
"Tasting is better." His hands slid around to cup her bottom. "D'ya
want me to taste you?" he asked. "Want my tongue on you?"
Fighting back the flush that was threatening to move from her
cheeks on down to the rest of her, Buffy nodded. "Yeah."
"Right here?" His tongue darted out and flicked at her clit. "Or
here?" he asked. Ducking a little and then coming back up between
her legs, he slid his tongue in and out rapidly.
Buffy inhaled sharply at the sensation.
"Shall I lick you?" Spike inquired, his tongue stroking hard as
he lapped up her juice. "Or kiss you?" Gripping her ass more
firmly, he pressed a soft kiss on her light brown curls. "Or...suck
you?"
A whimpering moan was his only answer as he fastened his
mouth around her clit and began sucking it, softly at first, then
more and more hungrily, spurred on by her pleasure cries.
She was coming unglued at the seams. Never had she EVER felt
anything like this! On his best day, Riley hadn't performed half
as well as Spike was doing.
He disengaged for a moment. "That's it, kitten. Purr for me," he
demanded before reclaiming her.
He alternated sucking with licking, soft with hard, fast with
slow. Buffy couldn't process one sensation before he moved to
the next.
Her body was on the razor's edge of orgasm, teetering precariously,
ready to fall in at any moment.
Somehow, he knew, because he started directing all his attention
to her clit. At the same time he suckled her there, he carefully
inserted one finger inside her, then two.
Time lost all meaning. Spike was insatiable, lapping and
sucking at her as if he was actually receiving nourishment. His
tongue wetly caressed her tender folds each time his fingers
withdrew, making her writhe and plead and sob.
Buffy had only one coherent thought, **Why the hell did I wait so
long?**, before her climax washed over her.
He held on tightly, taking her all the way through it as her
body twisted in his hands...trying to pull away...trying to
get closer.
When it was on the verge of becoming painful, Spike released
her from his tormenting mouth and gently licked her thighs
clean of her spendings.
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After several minutes passed quietly, Buffy regained control
of her voice. "Oh, god..." she panted harshly.
Spike rose to his feet. He waited for her to open her eyes,
then said, "Taste it," and kissed her, plunging his tongue
into her mouth and spreading her flavor. "Buffy taste."
She could feel his erection prodding her, rubbing against
her moist curls.
Once again grabbing her chains, she lifted her legs and
wound them around his waist.
Her bold move both surprised and thrilled him. He gripped
her waist, holding her in position. "Trying to tell me some-
thing, Slayer?"
"What do YOU think?" she asked by way of a reply.
With one hand slipping down to hold her bottom, he took
a hold of his cock, slicking it with the semen that was
leaking from the tip. "I think you want me to fuck you."
Before she could say anything affirmative, he positioned
himself and drove into her still highly sensitive sex.
She felt the slow tightness of his penetration lodge
inside of her. Her internal muscles clamped down auto-
matically, making him gasp.
"Buffy," he choked, grinding in deeper. "So tight...so
fucking hot..."
Her hips bucked forward eagerly as he tried to establish a
rhythm. Every time he sank his cock all the way in, she
contracted her pussy around him, giving him a small taste
of what she was capable of.
"Tell me how it feels," he insisted, still thrusting and
withdrawing with maddening slowness. "Do you like it?"
She nodded, a slight jerk of her head. "Love it," she gasped,
staring right at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "More."
Pumping his hips a little faster, he held her gaze. "You
want it harder?"
Harder..faster..inside..outside..upside down...she wanted
it badly. "Oh, yeah...yeah, I do...harder, Spike...please..
harder..."
"Whatever baby wants," he muttered, his muscles straining
to service her, "baby gets."
He re-doubled his efforts, slamming into her with brute force,
her tight, slick heat shattering his control.
"Buffy...Buffy...Buffy..." he grunted with each thrust.
"Yes," she whispered, her features contorting as she
concentrated all her energy in the lower half of her body.
"Tell me...tell me what I'm doing to you...tell me..."
"You're...you're inside...me...fucking me," she moaned. "So
good...harder....oh....oh, yes..."
Spike shouted hoarsely, his voice voice filled with a
savage exultation. "Come on, baby," he begged. "Want to
make you come...come hard...want to feel it...smell it..."
As if the sex wasn't stimulating enough, he poured a
litany of words into her hear, raw and nasty, and madly
arousing. She wailed as hot bursts of pleasure erupted
from inside of her.
He felt it happening, felt it make her even tighter than be-
fore. His hips pounded furiously, in and out, ramming and
grinding and thrusting until the act came to it's natural and
desperately welcome conclusion.
Buffy's eyes closed, and she sagged in his supporting
arms, all her strength drained completely out of her.
Graying out for a moment, she opened her eyes and
found she was lying across Spike's lap on the floor. He'd
somehow managed to locate the key, and had unfastened
the manacles.
"Let's go, luv," he said, standing with her in his arms.
Buffy lifted her head and rested it on his shoulder. "Go
where?" she asked weakly.
"To bed. My bed. Right now."
TBC....
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