Chapter 10
They flew back to New York the following morning. After much debate, he’d finally convinced Buffy to allow him to come over to her place for a change. She was embarrassed about her living quarters, stating that it was much more comfortable in his loft than it was at her apartment, but Spike didn’t give a damn about that. He wanted to see how she lived, scope out her little quirks, see what strange things she had about the house, and get to know her a bit better. Plus, he just loved getting under her skin.
When they walked up the creaky wooden staircase to her apartment, she went over a long list of things for him to not mention, like the stains on the wall or the lack of air conditioning, or the fact that none of the rooms, except the bathroom, had doors. He just smiled and followed her upstairs, lugging his suitcase behind him. When he first moved to New York, he didn’t live in a place much better than this. Spike thought himself a tough guy, a guy who wasn’t squeamish, a man who could take on anything. But after three months living in the roach motel that was his apartment, he learned that he did, in fact, have a rather girlish scream when it came to the creepy crawlies. It was just dumb luck that he started earning commission work and moved out as soon as he could afford it, which wasn’t very long. He hoped to God she didn’t have a pest problem. He’d never hear the end of it.
She shoved her key into a stubborn lock and wiggled it several times, kicked the door with her foot twice, and pushed it open with a violent shove of her hip. She grinned in embarrassment and he chuckled, following her over the threshold.
“Home crap home,” she said with a sigh.
Spike set his suitcase down and took a turn about the front room, nodding his head appreciatively. “Well, it isn’t the Hilton…but it’s nice.” The walls were painted a soft blue, trimmed with white crown molding, or rather; it used to be white but was now a pale yellowish hue from aging. It had dark wood floors that were scratched and beaten all to hell, partially covered by an array of area rugs that had seen much better days. Her furniture was a mix of genres, everything from Victorian dining room chairs, to modern stream-lined sofas, to 1950’s kitsch. He figured they were all hand-me-downs from various relatives and friends. But oddly, it worked together in the space. Everything was bright and cheery, something he associated with her more recently. He inhaled deeply and smiled at her. “What’s that smell?”
“Oh god,” she said horrified and ran to the kitchen, “I hope I didn’t leave any food out!”
He laughed and called out to her, “No, it’s a good smell, luv. Smells like,” he sniffed the air again, “like you, actually. You burn candles in here?”
She came back out of the kitchen, blushing. “Oh, I just assumed…anyway, yeah. This place doesn’t smell too good in the summer. There’s this shop down the street that makes hand poured candles. I’m a sucker for them and I always buy this lavender one,” she said, holding said candle to his nose.
He smiled sweetly. “So that’s where you get it.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. “Did you know that lavender just happens to be my most favorite smell in the whole wide world?” She giggled and laid her cheek on his chest. “An’ did you also know…that the time I saw you in the subway a few weeks back, I couldn’t stop smellin’ you? That it drove me out of my sodding mind?”
She smiled, remembering when he whispered in her ear. “Is that why you followed me for six blocks down Broadway?”
“No. I followed you because you have an ass that could stop time.”
She gasped and swatted at his chest. “You’re lucky I don’t kick you out right now.”
“Uh, correction,” he said lifting a pointed finger, “you’re lucky I didn’t shag you in an alley an’ was decent enough to take you back to my place.”
“I thought you were rejecting me,” she said with a pout.
“I know,” he smiled. “I’m a bastard.”
She rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen as she spoke to him. “I’m getting us something to drink. Make yourself comfy, I’ll be back in a sec.”
He stretched his arms over his head and yawned, walking straight to the couch. He plopped down and grabbed her TV remote and promptly turned it on, stunned speechless for a moment at what was on the screen. In seconds, he was cackling uncontrollably, hunched over on his knees as he wheezed with laughter.
Buffy ran out of the kitchen, holding two glasses of wine and all color drained from her face as she frantically set the glasses down and tried to grab the remote from his hands. “Give it!”
“Absolutely bloody not,” he laughed, hiding it behind his back. “You little pervert!”
“Spike, I am warning you!” She glared at him and stood in front of him, blocking his eye line from the extremely graphic porno that was displayed on her large TV set.
“Don’t be embarrassed, luv,” he chuckled. “I think it’s cute that you watch porn.”
Realizing that he wasn’t going to budge, she let out a frustrated sigh and turned around, clicking the power button on the TV and shutting it off. “You suck.”
He was grinning and chuckling like the bastard he was and Buffy shook her head as she willed her own smile away. “If the next words that come out of your mouth are, ‘I like the story line’, I’m going to lose it.”
She bit her lip and sat down next to him, hiding her blush. “I like porn, ok? There. I said it!” She was staring at him now, looking defiant even though her eyes were sparkling with mirth.
“You’re a pervert. I mean, I get it,” he said in mock seriousness, shrugging his shoulders.
“You are such an asshole,” she grinned.
“No need to get defensive, luv. We all have our own crosses to bear,” he said in a sickeningly sweet tone as he petted her on the shoulder. He chuckled when she punched him in the arm. “Easy!”
“I’ll have you know, mister know-it-all, that I was watching porn and thinking about you!” Oh, how she wished she hadn’t said that out loud.
His eyelids lowered in that ‘I’m-going-to-fuck-you-senseless’ way that he was so prone to doing often, one corner of his mouth lifted in an arrogant smirk and he started leaning towards her. “Oh, really?”
“I didn’t mean that,” she said cautiously, whimpering when he came closer. As soon as he growled and made to kiss her, she squealed and jumped off the sofa. “Stay away from me, freak!”
He slowly stood up and prowled towards her, wiggling his fingers, threatening to do something evil with them as he smiled at her. “Tell me how you touch yourself while that stallion with the mullet sticks it to Miss Fake Boobies. Christ, it turns me on!”
She giggled and ran behind a chair. “I can’t get hot unless a guy with bad tribal tattoos fucks a girl with way too much makeup on.”
“Oh, keep going,” he said with a moan, smiling as he crept closer to her. “Tell me about the bad sets, luv. Tell me how hot you get when the scene is set in ancient Rome yet all the women have bangs. Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
She started laughing, inching away from him. “Sometimes, when the girl is wearing lace trimmed French cut panties that were only popular for about five minutes, and she also has on tennis shoes? I can’t control myself. I just have to shove my hand down my pants!”
“Mmm, so hot. Don’t you love it when you can see the boom mic dropping into frame? Makes it seem real somehow.” He’d made it around the chair, glad she’d stopped backing away, even though he was having a blast joking around with her.
“All of those things, those very sexy, incredibly realistic and relatable things…make me think of you.”
“I’m touched,” he said placing a hand on his chest and tilting his head.
Buffy inched closer and said huskily, “Not yet you aren’t.”
His mouth dropped open in a wide smile. “Buffy! Are you…insinuating that you’re going to touch me?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “At some point I’m sure it will come to that.”
He pursed his lips. “But not now.”
“Nope,” she said smiling. “Right now, I’m going to get out of this dress that I’ve been wearing for days.”
“Oh, well then,” he quickly pulled her dress off and tossed it over his shoulder, smirking at her shocked expression. “What? I was helping.”
“Oh, that’s it!” She lunged for him and he quickly ran away, standing behind the sofa, blatantly staring at her naked form. “You’re loving this right now, aren’t you?”
“Man, remember? Naked girl, jumping and giggling…so, pretty much…yes.”
“Then why did you run away?”
“Because you had that look in your eye like you were going to claw my eyes out!”
She placed both hands on her hips and glared at him, standing in only her panties and heels. Spike had to check to make sure his tongue wasn’t hanging out of his mouth. “Take your clothes off.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Billy Idol. Clothes. Off. Now.”
“I know you didn’t just call me Billy Idol, luv.”
She grinned coyly. “If you don’t want to have sex, that’s fine. Just say it.”
In seconds, his shirt and pants were removed and he stood proudly across the room in all his naked glory. But what he didn’t know was that her camera was only six inches away from her, sitting pretty on an end table. In a flash, she grabbed it and snapped a photo. “You…I can’t believe you just did that!” He stalked over to her, leering along the way.
She took another photo. “Stop bloody doing that!”
She giggled and took another.
“I mean it!” Then he was right in front of her, wrenching her camera out of her hands and chucking it onto the couch before he grabbed her and pulled her against him.
“I’ve immortalized you now. What are you going to do about it?”
He looked down at his erection. “What do you think?”
“I think you should stop talking and get to it.”
Spike purred seductively and kissed her, grabbed her ass and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. She rubbed against him, grabbing her breasts and pinching her own nipples as he kissed her neck. He pulled away to ask her, “Where’s the bedroom?”
“Down the hall, last door.”
He captured her lips with his once more, moaning when she reached between them and started stroking him. They stumbled towards the hallway, he slipped his hand into her panties and he finally said, “Sod it, here’s good,” and slammed her back against the wall. She moaned when he tore her underwear off and slid his fingers against her pussy, biting her throat and panting as his cock rubbed against her ass. He flicked his tongue over her nipples and massaged her folds with his cock, thrusting slowly against her, teasing the both of them. His hard length moved agonizingly slow against her, rubbed her most sensitive spot and she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Spike, please…no more teasing.”
He released her nipple and licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. “Not even a lil’ bit?”
“No,” she shook her head, thrusting her hips forward, urging him to enter her. “I need you now, right now.”
He locked his eyes with hers and slid inside her, groaning when she sank down fully on top of him. Their movements were hurried, frenzied, and almost animalistic as he plowed into her, slamming her back against the wall with every thrust. She cried and cooed, mewled and moaned as his body slid fully against hers and brought her closer to climax. Her nails dug into his shoulders and his hands clutched her ass. Her lack of air conditioning intensified their already heated bodies with a thin sheen of sweat.
Fuck, she loved the noises he made when they had sex. They were so masculine, borderline desperate, raspy and thick with emotion and she squeezed him just a bit harder to make him do it again.
“Fucking…hell…god, I could fuck you forever, Buffy!”
She smiled and closed her eyes, biting her lip as his hips started pivoting, grinding against her clit. “Oh, Spike!”
“You close, baby?”
“Yes!”
He kissed her, massaging her swollen lips with his tongue and pulled away when she tightened around him, wanting to hear her cries. Just the sound of her sweet voice while coming was enough to push him over the edge. So feminine, so wild and passionate, so perfect in every way.
She grabbed his face and narrowed her eyes, focusing on bringing him off, riding him with determination until he finally came. She clutched a fistful of his hair and pressed her forehead against his, panting and urging him on with her eyes. He roared with his release, plunging his cock into her as hard as he could, sneering and nipping at her lips as it kept going. His legs started shaking and as his climax waned, he sighed with a smile and set her feet down on the floor. “Bloody hell!”
She licked her lips and ran her hands through his hair, sweetly rubbing against him. “Good?”
“Well, hell yes! Christ, you…fuck!”
She giggled and slapped him on the ass as she moved away. “Shower?”
He nodded dumbly and eagerly followed her into the bathroom. If he didn’t mind saying so, that was bloody brilliant.