Chapter 7
“Oh, jus’ tempt me, pet,” his eyes were dangerously thin, completely up for the challenge. He tried to play nice and she wanted to be a bitch. That was fine by him as well, he could take her. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife as both blonds waited for the other to strike. Neither did, content with the staring game taking place. And then Buffy couldn’t take it any more.
She grabbed his head with both hands and smashed her lips against his in a bruising kiss.
Strong arms instantly banded around her waist, tongues dueled, hoarse moans tore from their mouths, and her golden legs wrapped around his slim waist so fast that they both tumbled to the ground. She muttered a brief apology against his swollen lips before attacking them with hers once more. She straddled him as he sat up, moaned when his hand slid beneath her shorts and groped her ass, arched her back when his free hand squeezed her breast over her shirt and frantically ground her pussy against his erection, thrilled when he moaned, too. His frantic breathing and desperate nips of his teeth on her lips and jaw increased her desire for him. She slid her hands beneath his t-shirt, caressed his well defined abs and moved to his chest, tweaking his nipples. Apparently, Spike liked this very much so she did it again.
Her fingers then gripped his hair as he sucked her nipples through the thin cotton of her shirt. She was going to come just from this, just from his mouth soaking her shirt and his hand dipping further, teasing out more fluid from her entrance. She felt it building quickly, her heart pounding against her chest and her lungs tightening as she struggled to suck in the thick air around them.
“Oh, Spike!”
“Oh, Dru!”
Her back stiffened, his hand stopped moving and his tongue paused, poised above her sodden shirt and he closed his eyes. “I mean…Sl-Buffy! Oh, Buffy,” he tried to correct himself, quickly returning his ministrations to her once welcoming flesh but soon found himself on his back, clutching his bleeding nose and his body left suddenly cold as she stood above him, looking scorned and rightfully pissed, shaking off the fist that slammed into his face.
With trembling hands, she smoothed her hair out of her face and glared at him. “Dru? Did you just…Oh, god,” she turned around and started pacing. “God, I’m so stupid!”
“Slayer,” Spike said as he fought to stand up, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “I didn’ mean it.”
She snorted and narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t say a word to me!” She eyed the now empty bottle of liquor. “You…you tricked me!”
“What? No, I…”
“Yes you did! You got me drunk so you could…what, kill me?”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged as if she should have known better. “Evil, yeah?” When he saw that she was struggling to keep her tears in check, he rolled his eyes. “But things changed, right? Didn’ know I was goin’ to get a strip tease from you!”
“Oh, so that makes it all better? God, you’re such an asshole! You have a girlfriend and I…I acted like such a ho and all you wanted was to…”
“Girlfriend?” Spike snickered. “Dru hasn’ been my girlfriend since…well, ever, really.”
“What?” She was so confused, and irritated, and sexually frustrated, and angry, and she didn’t think she could take any more of this conversation right now.
“Look, I love Dru, right?” When she made to strike him, he threw his hands up in the air in mock submission. “Jus’ like you love Angel. Don’ get high an’ mighty with me just yet, luv. Not two minutes ago you were begging for me to stick it to you.”
“I was not begging!”
Spike folded his arms across his chest and cocked a scarred eyebrow. “Right. As I was sayin’…I love Dru, but she’s out shaggin’ the Great Git right now, can’t say the sentiment is so lovingly returned at the mo’. However, bein’ with someone for over a century tends to hard-wire your brain into habit! So I said ‘er name, s’not like it’s the end of the sodding world.”
“Gosh, Spike! You really know how to romance a girl. Tell me, do the ladies usually drop their panties when you tell them that you love someone else?”
“Oh, don’t act so disappointed, luv. What, did you think I had feelings for you? Did you honestly think this meant something to me? It’s just a shag, that’s all.” Spike instantly regretted those words as soon as he said them, mainly because they weren’t true and also because for a moment, he thought he saw a flash of hurt in her eyes. But this was how Spike handled rejection. Better to reject them first before they could stomp on his heart.
Buffy clenched her fists at her sides and said through her teeth, “It means something to me!”
Spike’s mouth opened to say something, but she’d already bolted to the bathroom and locked the door. Ire returning, he marched to the door and pounded on it.
“Slayer, get your ass back out here!”
“Go away!”
“You know I can break it down, right?”
“You do and I’ll stake you!”
Spike sighed. “Will you please jus’ talk to me?”
“Spike, I’m not kidding…leave me alone.”
Fuck. She was crying. But, why was she crying? She hated him! “Are you crying?” He jiggled the door handle.
“Go away! I hate you!” Buffy was huddled by the bathtub, wiping at her eyes. Stupid vampire. All he wanted was to get back at his stupid ho-bag girlfriend and her stupid hormones made her do something stupid.
“You already took a shower,” he said when he heard her turn on the water.
“And I’m taking another one to wash off the romantic memories!”
Spike growled. “Then hurry up so I can get your stupid Slayer juices off my fingers. The smell’s makin’ me sick!”
“Fine!”
“Fine!”
Spike whirled around and punched the wall. Buffy scrubbed her skin raw. Spike lit a cigarette and cursed the sun that trapped him. Buffy stomped her foot as she squeezed out a healthy dose of shampoo, uttering vampiric insults under her breath. Spike sat on the bed and closed his eyes, licked his lips and groaned at the taste that still lingered on them. Buffy shivered when her hand grazed against her still erect nipple. Spike sucked his finger clean, unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, laid back and began stroking and smoking with his free hand. Buffy pinched her nipples, bit her lip and angled her hips just right above the removable shower head. Spike came right as he extinguished his cigarette, his hips rose up off the bed and he panted, cleaned himself up and zipped up his jeans before he sauntered over to the bathroom door again. Buffy bit the palm of her hand as she came, hurriedly rinsed off and wrapped a towel around her body at the same time Spike pounded on the door.
“You ‘bout done in there? I feel nauseous.”
She flung the door open angrily, steam billowed out into the hotel room, water droplets ran down her shoulders into her cleavage, hidden from view by the twist of her towel, her eyes flared with fury and Spike choked, thinking that she’d never been more beautiful. “I don’t think there’s enough soap in this hotel to wash you off of me. It’s all yours,” she said with a saccharine grin.
Spike smirked, narrowed his eyes and stalked towards her, grinning inwardly when she flinched as he raised his hand. She thought he was going to touch her but instead, he pushed the door open wider and bullied his way past her, sniffing the air as he did. Spike tilted his head, batted his eyelashes and bit his lip as the scent of her climax hit his nostrils. “Why, Buffy…if you needed help in here all you had to do was ask.”
Before she could punch him or sling him an insult, he slammed the door in her face and locked it, sighing with satisfaction. Buffy let out a growl of frustration when she heard his low chuckling echoing in the bathroom. When the water turned on and he started singing, “I don’t want anybody else! When I think about you I touch myself,” she threw on some clothes, grabbed her car keys and went outside. He thought he was so damn cute, but he had another thing coming. Or…another thing about to happen…not coming. Coming bad. Buffy smiled as she pulled out the necessary items from the trunk of the car and walked back to the hotel room and waited for him to get out of the shower.
Her plan was foiled momentarily however, when Spike walked out of the bathroom. He was completely and totally naked. Her eyes traveled down his chest to his abs to his…”Oh God, Spike!” She covered her eyes, shielding them from the sight of his rather large appendage, soft as it was. Spike shrugged his shoulders and walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a comb. He leaned against the wall and slicked his hair back, completely comfortable in his nudity, looking at her with that expression of his that always said two things: I want to kiss you until you can’t breathe and I want to beat the shit out of you. She’d never met a man before Spike or after who could pull both off in a single look so effortlessly.
“Don’ go all school girl on me now, Slayer. You’ve already seen it.” He smiled when he saw what she was clutching in her hands. “Is that for me, pet? Knew you had it in you.”
Buffy looked at the ropes in her hands and grimaced. “Is that all you think about?”
“It’s not all I think about, luv. Sometimes I think about making love.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. And…please put some clothes on.”
“Nope.”
“Spike…put some damn clothes on!”
“Or what?”
Shit, he was sitting next to her now. Naked. She quickly pulled a stake out of her pants and pressed it to his chest. “Or this will be the last thing you remember.”
Spike felt like a challenge and besides, he knew she wouldn’t stake him. She needed him in more ways than one. The thought was delicious! So he lay back on the bed and smiled at her. “How about you jus’ tie me up like you’re dyin’ to do.”
Spike thought he’d won, but Buffy decided to take advantage of the situation. “All right, Spike.” She smiled coyly and straddled his waist, fighting back the urge to grind against him when she felt his cock twitch beneath her. With Slayer speed, she bound his wrists together.
“Hey, that hurts,” he cooed and bit his lip. “Do it again.”
“God, you’re so gross!” She yanked the ends of the rope and tied him to the head board, unknowingly dangling her tits above his mouth. He fought the urge to bite them.
“Gonna take advantage of me, Slayer? I’m all trussed up an’ helpless. Are you gonna beat me? Fuck, I hope you do,” he lifted his pelvis.
Buffy closed her eyes, ignoring his lithe form pulled tight beneath her. The point was to restrain him so she could get some sleep and now he was making that incredibly difficult for her. On top of that, she was stupid and tied him to the bed, not the chair like she originally planned. But sometimes, when you’re the Slayer, you have to think on your feet. Unfortunately, her feet weren’t thinking too clearly, nor were her hands that were currently resting on his chest. She pulled them away like she’d been burned and reluctantly slid off his body. “If you say one more word, I’m gagging you.”
Spike moaned. “Tease.”
She lifted her chin in the air and sighed, staring at the ceiling. Without a reply, because that’s clearly what he wanted, she covered his naked body with the blanket and turned off the bedside lamp. With her clothes still on, even her jacket, she got into bed, lay on her side away from him and closed her eyes.
Spike smiled in the darkness. “Good night, Buffy,” he said silkily.
“Shut up.”
Since Spike’s legs were the only thing he could move at the moment, he decided a little more torment never hurt anyone. So he turned on his side and slid one big toe up the back of her calf. She swatted it away and grunted, slamming her head further in the pillow once satisfied that he stopped. Swallowing a chuckle, he tried another tactic. Her reactions were just too arousing to give up. Hadn’t she realized by now that the more she resisted, the more he wanted her? So he spooned his legs behind hers and trapped her feet with his.
“What are you doing?”
“My feet are cold.”
“You’re dead, that’s why. Aren’t you used to it by now?”
“But you’re so warm an’ snuggly. Come on, let me have ‘em.”
Buffy bit her lip, hiding her smile. She sighed. “Will you leave me alone if I let you?”
“Course I will.”
She could hear the grin in his voice. “Fine.” She felt him rub his feet against hers, press his knees into the crook of her legs and sigh contentedly as he pressed against her. She almost wished his hands weren’t tied so that he could wrap his arms around her. Almost.
“Mmmm, my lil’ electric blanket,” he mumbled against her shoulder.
Her eyes flew open when she felt his shaft hardening against her ass. Just ignore it, she said to herself. Close your eyes and go to sleep and it will all go away. Then he started nuzzling his nose in the nape of her neck and purring. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips and then she growled when he chuckled against her ear…that low, silky tenor that sent shivers down her spine. “Ok, no more snuggles! Roll over.”
“Oh, please? I’ll be good. Unless you want me to be bad so you can punish me.”
She pushed him off of her and swatted his shoulder, angered even further when he started laughing at her. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do,” he smiled and then he rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Slayer. I’m only playin’ with you. I promise I won’t try anythin’.”
“You try one more thing,” she said in her best stern voice, “and I’ll kick your ass.”
“You ‘ave my word.”
She looked at him for a moment, and then turned back to her previous position, not even flinching when he curled up behind her again. It was nice after all, and luckily…she thought…he just lay there, true to his word, and fell asleep. Buffy shoved her hands between her knees and groaned. There was no way in hell she could go to sleep now. How did he do that? All he’d done was spoon her and she was soaking wet and dying for his touch. This was not good. This was very, very bad and they couldn’t get to Maryland fast enough for her liking. Once they’d disenchanted the stone and kicked some Githyan ass, she could stake Spike and be done with this craziness. What was she thinking, making out with the undead, again? As if she hadn’t learned from her mistakes with Angel and now she was two spoonings away from mounting him and shouting his name. What she should do was climb out of the bed and sleep on the floor. But then Spike sighed sweetly in his sleep and tucked his head over her shoulder, resting his cheek against hers and somehow, she forgot what she was thinking about. In mere moments, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber…with a naked vicious killer snuggled against her back and tied to the head board.