Title: The F.G.U.
Author: Pattyanne
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Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Summary: See previous chap.
Part three....
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"Suddenly, thirstily you're drinking
in your fill of life..."
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Mrs. Potter stopped Buffy's protest by pulling her
slightly forward.
"Goodbye, dear," she said, placing a grand-
motherly kiss on the slayer's forehead. "And
try not to worry too much.Things always have
a way of working out, don't they?"
**Not always** Buffy thought to herself.
"Always," Mrs. Potter said firmly, "You are going to
have a long and happy life...and I shall be close
beside you through it all. You may depend upon
that."
Buffy nearly burst into tears at this gentle
declaration. A long and happy life? Could that
possibly be true...for her?
She had long ago resigned herself to the fact that
it just wasn't in the cards she'd been dealt. Slayers
didn't die of old age, or from wasting diseases. They
died in pain...and in blood...and in battle. It was a
fact. Not a pleasant one, but it was still a fact. A
slayer died young, and a new one was called at
the moment of her death.
There was even a fancy, five dollar word for the
concept; fungible. Being of such a nature that
one part or quantity may be replaced by another
equal part or quantity.
Replacable. Interchangeable. That's what she was.
What all of them were.
But as much as she knew this to be an inescapeable
fact, she looked up into Mrs. Potter's kindly eyes
right now...and she believed.
Buffy squeezed the old lady's hand a little tighter.
"But...I WILL see you again...won't I?"
"Oh, much sooner than you might expect," Mrs.
Potter said cryptically. "And if you need me before
that day comes, just hold the crystal in your hand
and wish for it." She indicated the tiny horse and
carriage. "Go ahead and try it out."
Buffy released her hand and reached for the
crystal. Holding it carefully in her cupped hand,
she thought for a moment. She closed her eyes,
for no other reason than it was always the way she'd
seen it done in movies, and made a silent wish.
There was an electronic chirp, and she opened
her eyes and saw that Mrs. Potter was holding a
pager, peering at the message it carried.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," she grumbled. Dropping
the pager into her bag, she searched around inside
it and brought out an apple. Deep crimson and
shiny, it looked every bit as tempting as the one
Snow White had accepted from another strange old
woman. "THIS is what you wished for?"
Buffy shrugged. "Not exactly. I wished for chocolate
cake," she admitted, returning the crystal to her
night stand.
"Really?" Mrs. Potter said. "Well, as a great many
people currently blundering through this mortal coil
might say...fat chance."
"It was worth a try," Buffy replied, smiling. "But
I thought you said that you can't alter wishes."
"I altered nothing. Had you been paying attention
earlier, you would recall me telling you that I can
choose not to grant a particular wish, which I did.
The apple was MY idea." She placed the fruit on
the night stand alongside the crystal horse and it's
pumpkin shaped coach. "I refuse to aid and abet
your poor eating habits," she said sternly. "Cake
in the middle of the night? Why, the very IDEA of
such a thing is ludicrous. How can you even suggest
it?"
"I was hungry?" Buffy ventured.
"Oh, I see." Mrs. Potter leveled a deadly serious
gaze on the slayer. "A word of advice, dear; in the
future, kindly do NOT summon me because you're
hungry! You might not like the result."
Suitably chastened, Buffy mumbled an agreement.
The fairy godmother's cheery smile beamed forth
once again, it's sweetness enveloping Buffy in a
down quilt of warmth and love. "Go to sleep."
Like a marionette with it's strings suddenly severed,
Buffy flopped back down on her bed in a deep and
dreamless sleep.
Mrs. Potter tilted her head to one side when she
heard the front door of the house open and close
quietly.
"Right on time, dear boy," she murmured.
With one final look at her favorite godchild, she
was gone.
~~~~~~~~~~
"But secretly, you just can't believe
it's true..."
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Spike closed the bedroom door behind him, grinning
at the view he was presented with.
Buffy was stretched out in the middle of her bed,
arms and legs splayed like a capital X.
It was a sight that never failed to tickle him. He'd
never in his life slept with such a bed hog. She
spread herself out all over the mattress as though
she was claiming it in the name of Spain.
He stripped his clothes off and climbed under
the blankets. Propping himself on one arm, he
looked down at her.
**Beautiful...she's so beautiful...and she's mine...my
girl...**
She looked so happy, so utterly peaceful, that he
hated to wake her up.
But he had to. On his way here, a sudden and
strong need to make love to her had come over
him. The closer he'd gotten to the house, the more
urgent that need had become, until it was a raging
inferno inside of him.
After a brief debate with himself as to the best
way to wake her, he leaned down and began kissing
and nuzzling her throat.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled when
she saw him.
"Mmmm," she said sleepily. "Where've you been all
my life?"
"Waiting for you, kitten," he whispered.
She slipped one hand behind his neck, urging him
down to kiss her. He accepted the invitation, loving
the way she lifted herself to meet him, as though
she was too eager to wait.
"I was having the funniest dream," she said when
he pulled back. "It was...."
Her words trailed off when she glanced at her night
stand.
Spike followed her gaze. "Pretty," he said, gesturing
at the crystal horse and coach. "Is it new?"
She said nothing, still staring at the crystal and the
apple beside it.
"Buffy? Sweetheart?." He gave her a gentle shake.
"Hmmm?" She turned to look at him. "What? Oh!
Sorry," she laughed a little. "It was...a gift from my
godmother. It came today." Technically, this was
all true.
The feel of Buffy's warm body was causing Spike
to rapidly lose interest in any other subject.
"It's nice," he said briefly, pulling and tugging at
her until she was lying halfway beneath him. Catch-
ing her face in one hand, he held her still and began
kissing her again, his mouth moving from her lips
and down her throat, lingering at the soft curve of
her breast.
"God, you smell good," he said, returning to her
lips. "And you taste good, too." He licked his
lips. "Is that...peanut butter?"
"Cookies," Buffy said succinctly.
Spike chuckled softly. "Lemme taste." Bringing
his mouth to hers, he paused to enjoy the sensation
of her warm, scented breath, then captured her lips
in a deep, drugging kiss.
She abandoned herself, as all her nerve endings
began dancing just below the surface of her skin. He
always did this to her, elicited this reaction. His
lightest touch in just the right place, was enough to
make her melt and ache with need.
His fingers moved over her, mapping familiar territory,
lingering to play in her most sensitive hills and valleys.
Buffy's own hands were by no means idle. They
trailed over him in a caress that alternated between
light, delicate touching with the tips of her fingers,
and firm squeezing as her nails dug in, leaving their
mark on his skin.
Desperate for air, she broke the kiss. "I love you,
baby," she whispered, staring up into deep blue eyes
made glassy with passion. "I love you so much."
Spike needed to hear those words frequently, more so
than most other men did. He'd waited so long for
her to say them, and he thrived on the sound.
He never tired of hearing them, and Buffy never
stinted on giving them to him.
Pulling back suddenly, he rolled onto his back,
bringing her along with him. "Love you, too, kitten."
Buffy moved down, rising to her knees. "What do
you want?" she asked, attempting to sound coy.
He stared up at her, heat lightning in his eyes.
"Take it off," he said, gesturing at her nightgown.
Slowly...teasingly...she gathered the material in
her hands, pulling it up and over her head. "Now
what?"
He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming her naked
body with lustful intent.
"Make love to me."
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Part 4
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"When wonderfully...beautifully
Suddenly it happens
To you...."
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Buffy smiled at the hunger in his eyes, the desire
written so plainly on his heart stopping face. "I'd
love to make love to you," she said, bending down
to press her lips against his. "Open up for me."
Spike tried to contain the smile that curved his
own lips, but he couldn't quite manage it. They
parted beneath the pressure of her's, allowing her
little tongue to creep in and explore his mouth.
He purposely kept his hands off her, shoving them
beneath the pillow on either side of his head.
Her mouth continued it's hungry assault on his,
alternating between hard, fierce kisses, and long,
lingering ones. She found his tongue with hers,
and played with it, coaxing it to follow her's back
to it's point of origin.
When she finally pulled back, he protested and
lifted his head to re-establish contact.
But she placed herself out of his reach by moving
down his body, leaving moist kisses on his skin.
He gasped when she circled his nipples with the
point of her tongue, then hissed through his clenched
teeth when she swirled it around his navel.
Playfully, Buffy pressed her lips to his firm abdomen
and blew a 'raspberry' on it. This made him laugh,
and he finally brought one of his hands into play,
caressing her hair with it.
"Brat," he murmured, watching her as she slipped
farther down.
Buffy pushed his thighs apart, and knelt in the open
V of his legs.
"I'm not either," she insisted. "See...I'm about to be
very nice to you." His shaft was standing at attention,
as it always did when she was around, and she took
it in her hand and squeezed it. "Very...VERY...nice."
Spike's eyed widened briefly, and he grinned, push-
ing his tongue against the back of his upper front
teeth, a gesture that never failed to excite her.
Keeping her eyes trained on his, Buffy extended
her tongue and licked the underside of his cock
from the base to the tip. This move wrenched
a soft groan out of him, along with a slight upward
lunge of his hips.
"Settle down," she scolded, pinning him to the
mattress with her free hand.
"Oh, sure," Spike rasped. "You have my dick in
your mouth and can say a thing like that?"
"Technically," Buffy said, "it hasn't been IN my mouth
yet."
"Well, I was hoping...."
She cut off whatever he'd been about to say by
dipping her head and taking him where he wanted to be.
"Oh...FUCK!" he yelled sharply.
"Shhh."
"Sorry."
"I don't want Dawn interrupting us when I'm having my
way with you," she whispered, licking her lips.
"Me, either," he said, panting unnecessarily. "Keep
having your way....please, baby...you...ohhh..yeah.."
His voice trailed off into a strangled moan, as his
fingers slid into her hair.
Buffy enveloped him completely in the wet heat
of her mouth, her tongue circling around the tip
of his erection. Then she slid her mouth down as
far as she could and began to suck slowly and
rhythmically.
Spike's entire body quivered from head to toe, his
eyes glued to the magical meeting place of
her mouth and his cock. Wild with lust, he held
her still and began to lift his hips in shallow thrusts,
being careful not to push in too deeply.
After only a half minute of the exquisite torture,
he had to push her away. He knew he wouldn't
be able to hold off ejaculation, and although she
wouldn't mind this, for some reason he didn't want
to come in her mouth. He had to be buried inside
of her tight little pussy when he expelled the huge
load of semen he knew was building up.
He pulled her up, and sent one hand down between
them to check for her readiness. When he felt the
slick moisture she had produced, he grabbed her
around the waist and slid her down onto his raging
hard on.
Placing his feet flat on the bed, Spike arched his
hips, lifting her and then lowering her back down.
When he was firmly sheathed inside her, he tugged
her down and fastened his mouth on hers. Thrusting
his tongue in between her lips, he swept it around the
moist inside of her cheeks, tasting again the faint
flavor of peanut butter.
Buffy returned his kiss whole heartedly, grinding her
pelvis down so that he was rubbing her in just the
right spot to drive her mad with pleasure.
Spike moved his hands down and took a firm hold
of her rear, pushing her down even harder as he
returned the pressure.
Needing air, Buffy broke their kiss and lifted her
head. Looking into the heated blue depth of his
eyes, she whispered the words he loved hearing
more than anything else..."I love you, I'll always love
you...just you..."
Nothing more erotic than that, but when SHE said
it, it drove his passion sky high.
With a wicked smile, Buffy placed her hands
on his chest and sat up. Getting her knees in place
beneath her, she began to raise and lower herself
along his shaft. Slowly at first, then faster and
harder until she was creating a burning friction for
them both.
She gave it everything she had, wanting it for him,
doing it for him....making love to him.
Spike kept his hands on her waist for a moment,
then when she had no further need of them there,
he sent them up to hold and fondle her soft breasts.
He stroked her and squeezed her, massaging
the warm flesh with his cool hands. His fingers explored
the hard tips, teasing them with gentle pinches and
tugs. This was doubly arousing for him; not only did he
have the pleasure of playing with her breasts, but every
time he touched her nipples, her sex clamped down in
a tight spasm around his cock.
But she wanted more....
Leaning forward, she pushed his hands away and
lowered herself until her breasts were no more than
an inch from his mouth.
"Suck them," she demanded, thrusting herself for-
ward.
Spike was more than happy to oblige. He gripped one
soft mound in his hand and opened his mouth, letting
her push it inside where he could suck and lick it until
the twelfth of never, if that was her pleasure.
He gave both her breasts an equal amount of attention,
suckling hard and then soft, licking and kissing, even
gently biting at them.
Buffy's head dropped back. "Feels good," she moaned.
"Tastes good, too," he said briefly, then resumed his
task.
After a moment, he suddenly sat up and wrapped one
arm around her waist. Placing his free hand slightly
behind him, he began thrusting up into her with powerful
jerks of his hips.
"Come on, baby," he groaned. "Come for me. Do it hard.
Oh, yeah....tighten that pussy...that's how I like it...tight
and wet...so fucking hot....unh...yeah...my girl...my sweet
little...girl...oh, fuck...yeah...yeah..."
Buffy was close to the edge. It wouldn't take much more
to send her over it. Staring into Spike's eyes, she
gorged herself on the beauty she found in him, sparing
only a brief moment of regret for having taken so long to
see it, and wasting so much valuable time.
"That's my girl...that's my baby...so good...gonna make
me come, baby...do it...do it to me, babe...fuck me...hard."
"Yes," she whispered fiercely. "Oh, yes...I will....I do...oh,
Spike...I'm...I'm..."
"....Buffy.."
"...gonna...gonna come...oh, now...now..."
He doubled his efforts, lifting her halfway to the stars
and back, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her
ravenous sex.
Buffy dug her nails into his shoulders as he drove
in high and hard, and deep...possessing her heart
and soul as well as her body.
They came together one last time, their bodies
convulsing in the perfect bliss of simultaneous
orgasm.
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When they were all the way through it, and it
was beginning to rob them both of their strength,
Spike turned and placed her on the bed, stroking
her thighs until they relaxed their hold on him.
He arranged her on her back, waiting until she
opened her eyes and smiled.
"I think," she said, regaining the power of articulate
speech, "that's the best it's ever been. And that's
really saying something."
"I think you're right," he replied, stretching out beside
her and laying one hand on her tummy. "That was the
best...and I love you very much, baby. Very...very much."
TBC......
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