Part 4
“We all had a good laugh afterwards,” Riley finished his story with a chuckle.
Willow joined him in his laughter, and Buffy forced a smile on her face. Lunch had been horrible. Buffy was sitting silently next to Riley as he and Willow exchanged tales of their summers. Riley turned to Buffy, and rested his hand on her knee.
“Anything interesting happen in Sunnydale this summer?”
Her silence throughout lunch, and her obvious awkwardness was distressing Riley. She didn’t show any hint of being happy to see him.
Buffy flinched when Riley’s hand touched the bare skin of her knee. Riley withdrew his hand in shock, and disappointment. Willow noticed the tension developing between the two, and stood up. She mumbled something about the ladies room before leaving, but neither noticed. They were too wrapped up in the drama unfolding between them.
Riley placed his hands on the table, and tried to compose himself, so he didn’t just rip into her.
“What happened this summer, Buffy?” he asked calmly, almost too calmly.
“Nothing,” she answered avoiding his gaze.
Riley clinched the table, and asked through clenched teeth as the anger boiled inside of him, “Buffy something happened this summer. Was it another guy?”
~~~
“Come on slayer, I’m kicking your ass,” Spike shouted.
“You’re cheating,” Buffy proclaimed in frustration, but she focused even harder on trying to beat him.
“No you just suck,” Spike shot back delivering a knock down spin kick to her chest.
Buffy’s eyes narrowed as she used every bit of her brain to retaliate. “Well I won’t be sucking you,” she threatened as she jumped up.
Spike’s shock at her threat allowed Buffy to grab his head, and twist. His head was ripped from his body, and blood spurted everywhere. Buffy smiled, and threw her arms in the air.
“I won. I won. I won,” she chanted over and over.
“Now who’s the cheater?” Spike grumbled as he tossed his remote onto the floor.
The words “Game Over” flashed across the screen, and Spike angrily flipped off the TV.
“Don’t pout. All’s fair in love, war, and video games,” Buffy teased.
Spike raised his eyebrow at her, and pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth seductively. “Alls fair?” Spike leapt at her, and tackled her to the floor. Buffy squirmed underneath him, but he held her down. “Let’s play for real,” he challenged.
Buffy smiled wickedly at him, and asked, “What are we playing for?”
“I win, you suck. You win,” he pauses, and then asks, “Well, what do you want?”
“That’s easy. I win, you get a new wardrobe.”
“You don’t like my clothes?” Spike asked feigning hurt.
“What clothes? You wear the same thing everyday.”
“But I look good in it,” Spike playfully argued.
“You’d look better in other things.”
“I’d look better naked,” Spike replied slipping his hand up under Buffy’s shirt. “And so would you.”
Spike kissed her neck as his hand stroked her breast. Buffy’s body trembled under his touch. “I thought we were going to fight,” Buffy protested weakly.
Spike lifted his mouth to her ear, and sucked her ear lobe into his mouth. “We are,” he whispered.
In less than a second, Spike was on his back with Buffy straddling his waist. “I win,” she said in triumph as Spike was pinned underneath her.
“You like to play rough, huh? I can play rough too,” Spike threatened.
Spike ground his hips up into Buffy. His obvious arousal rubbed against her causing Buffy to throw her head back, and moan as a fiery tingling sensation coursed through her body.
Spike used her loss of control to free his arms, and grab her hips. In one fluid motion he had them rolled over. His body pressed down on hers.
Spike’s hand drifted lightly down her side making Buffy shiver. His hand continued down her thighs, and she hooked her legs around his waist forcing Spike’s body closer to hers. Spike groaned as he became increasingly aroused by their game.
“Whoever says please first loses,” Spike challenged with a playful twinkle in his eye. Buffy’s answer was to move her hips slowly, seductively rubbing up against him. “Oh God,” Spike moaned as Buffy continued to tease him by sliding her hands down the front of his jeans, and allowing her fingers to play lightly over the tip of his erection.
Spike responded by ripping her shirt open. He seized her left nipple in his mouth, and sucked hard. It was Buffy’s turn to moan in pleasure.
Spike slid down her body moving his mouth from her breasts down to her abdomen. His hands worked open her shorts, and shoved them down her legs until they were on the floor. Not wanting to let Spike get the upper hand, Buffy wrapped her legs around his head, and flipped them over.
Spike ended up on his back with Buffy straddling him at his neck. She was so close to his mouth, and Spike could smell her arousal. The sensation was driving him crazy, and he was about to lose.
“Ready to give yet?” Buffy asked.
Spike’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Buffy by the hips, and slid her away from his face. It was the wrong choice because Buffy ended up back at his hips. She quickly undid his jeans freeing him. With a wicked gleam in her eyes she began to stroke him slowly. Spike bit his lip to keep himself from uttering the word of defeat.
Her hands worked painfully slow up, and down his shaft. Spike banged his head continually against the floor trying to think of anything but what she was doing. That became impossible as Spike felt her tongue flick over the head of his cock.
Spike sat up, and yanked her to him. He crushed his mouth to hers trying to concentrate on anything else but wanting to throw her down, and slam himself inside of her. Buffy moaned into his kiss. His kisses were like nothing she had ever experienced. They made her whole body burn, and the only way to cool it was for Spike to be inside of her.
As desire boiled inside of Buffy, Spike worked his hand underneath her panties. As soon as she felt his fingers enter her she gasped. Spike continued his actions as Buffy’s body thrust into him uncontrollably. Knowing he had her, Spike pulled away from her. Without even thinking of the consequence, Buffy moaned, “Please.”
The second the words left her mouth, Buffy became infuriated. Spike gave her a wicked grin, as she glared at him.
“Looks like I won,” Spike gloated.
“I hate you,” Buffy screamed.
“Fine, I’ll just leave,” Spike threatened as he stood up.
“Don’t you dare. You better finish what you started.”
Buffy yanked Spike’s arm, and sent him tumbling on top of her.
~~~
Buffy remained silent as the question hung in the air. “Was it another guy?” Technically, there was no other guy. Spike was a vampire, but Buffy figured that was splitting hairs.
Riley watched Buffy’s face as she struggled to come up with an answer. Riley could read the shock, confusion, and the slightest hint of sadness on her face. He abruptly stood up.
“Never mind, your silence is answer enough.”
Before Buffy could protest, Riley was gone. Buffy took a deep breath. She knew she should be crying, or be angry, but she wasn’t. She was just sorry she hurt Riley.
“Where’s Riley?” Willow asked.
Buffy looked up at her friend, and answered, “He left.”
“Did you guys have a fight?” Willow asked as she slid into the booth next to Buffy, and put her arm around Buffy’s shoulder.
Buffy nodded, and mumbled, “Yes.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”