Chapter 38
“How…? W-when?” Buffy hesitated as her mind quickly came up with a series of answers, none of which she liked too much. “Did you and Cordy…”
“What?! God, no!” He immediately denied shaking his head vehemently.
“Then…”
“It’s… um…” He looked at her before sighing audibly and blurting out: “ItutoredCordelia.”
“Huh?” That was definitely not the explanation she was expecting.
“I tutored Cordelia.” He repeated. “In English, last year.” He grumbled lowering his head.
“You tutored Cordy?”
“Yes.” He sighed heavily.
“You tutored someone?” She continued to question incredulous.
“Surprised, luv?”
“Very.” She nodded.
“We’ll she was kinda slipping and Mrs. Kennedy asked me to help her out. So, I ended up coming to here every Friday afternoon. That’s how come I know this house so well.” He explained.
“Wow.”
He rolled his eyes before pressing his fingers over the bridge of his nose.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” She asked still baffled by the revelation.
“What?! And let everyone label me as a geek? No way. It took too long to get my badass rep over here. I wasn’t about to lose it.” He shook his head as he walked around in small circles in the confined space. “Plus, Cordy wasn’t too keen on letting everyone know that she needed tutoring.”
There was a moment of pause in which Buffy looked like she was doing a slow-motion imitation of a fish out of water, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly.
“Actually, Oz and Red know about it too.” He said, trying to break the awkward silence.
At that Buffy looked up and frowned.
“It kinda slipped during Homecoming while you were…” He swallowed hard and decided to avoid the subject. “…gone.”
“You told them and didn’t tell me?!” A hint of disappointment was evident in her voice.
“I told you. I wasn’t planning on telling anyone at all. It just slipped.” He mumbled, leaning against the wall, opposite her.
“That’s how come everyone knew about the ‘speech’ but me, huh?”
“Sorry.” He said in a weak voice, tilting his head sideways.
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest in silence before uttering:
“H-how? You never pay attention in class in English. You’re always scribbling away in you notepad.”
“That’s cause most of what the teacher’s teaching I already know.” He replied smugly.
“Then what is it you are constantly writing?” She inquired with a half smile as she narrowed her eyes at him.
At that there was a renewed silence. Spike pulled at the black bowtie around his neck, loosening it a bit. He tried to hide his face as he stared down at the floor; the light coming through the shutters destroying his effort.
“Spike…?”
“It’s poetry, alright?” He replied a bit snippy, dropping his arms limply at his sides in defeat.
“Poetry?!”
“Yes.” He hissed while she closed the small distance between them. “I write poetry and Mrs. Kennedy helps me with it. So, there you have it, I’m a geek. Happy now?” He grumbled, daring to look up at her for the first time since they had started the conversation.
He felt his breath catch in his throat when she was suddenly pressed against him, her lips crushing into his for a demanding kiss. It took a few seconds for him to respond but, eventually, he did. His arms quickly wrapped around her, one hand buried itself in her hair as he opened his mouth to welcome her in. The two stumbled backwards and soon Buffy found herself pushed up against a wall with Spike leaning on her.
He gasped as her small hands reached for his shirt, hurriedly pulling it out of his pants before snaking fingers under it to run over his abdomen. It wasn’t long before those same fingers found their way down south, practically tearing the black sash of his tux as they reached for the waistband of his pants.
“What are you- Ah!” He mewled as her hand roughly cupped his erection through the black fabric.
She moved her palm up and down as her teeth attacked his earlobe.
“God, Buffy… wha…” He swallowed hard as her hand wormed into his pants to brush over the dark curls there. “Wha’ are you doing?” He managed to ask, resting forehead on the wall over her shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut, his teeth clenching and unclenching as he searched for control.
She never answered him, trailing harsh kisses up his neck to capture his lips. Her arms flew over his shoulders and before he could react, her legs were wrapped around his waist, her light blue dress hitched up over her thighs.
His mouth instinctively searched for the tender skin of her neck, lightly nibbling at it as she thrust her pelvis against his, causing him to let out a strangled cry.
“Buffy…” he gasped.
“I want you.” She breathed as her fingers wrapped themselves around his dishevelled curls and forced him to look up at her.
Without warning she smashed her mouth over his for another bruising and urgent kiss, while her hand dipped between their bodies against and slipped into his pants to encircle his cock once again.
“God…” Spike moaned as her small hand wrapped around his cock and began gliding up and down.
“I missed you.” She said between ragged breaths.
“I missed you so much.” He replied, his lips returning to its previous task as he placed a series of open-mouth kisses over her neck.
“I tried to get… ah!” She groaned as he reached the sensitive spot below her earlobe. “… get away from… t-the gallery…” She panted, while her hand continued to pump him. “… but the place was swamped… a-and…” She stopped in mid sentence when she felt him grab a hold of her wrist and pull her hand from between her bodies. She frowned and looked down at him.
“You keep that up and I’m not gonna last.” He answered her as he drew shallow and quick breaths from his lungs. He stared up at her for a few seconds before asking: “Are you sure you wanna…” He tilted his head downwards. “…here? Someone might…”
Another frown settled over her perfectly shaped eyebrows.
“Y-you don’t want me?” She choked.
“What?” He asked in disbelief.
“It’s just that…”
He ground his hips against her and growled in a low voice as he suggestively narrowed his eyes at her: “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”
She felt a flush take over he cheeks and shook her head.
“Just wanted to make sure you wanted…” He whispered in her ear. “Don’t want you working me up and then changing your mind, is all.”
“Since when do I do that?” She mocked in false indignation.
“Since always.” He replied simply as he continued to lick his way up and down her neck, making it hard for her to concentrate on the topic at hand.
“I…” gasps “…never did…” swallow “that.”
He immediately abandoned his ministrations to look up at her.
“What about that day in the cabin?” At her frown he continued. “The time I told you the truth about Andrew and Angel. Remember?” He continued in a high-pitched voice, mockingly trying to mimic hers: “No! Not now! Tonight. When they’re asleep.”
“They could have heard us.” She defended herself, adding a pout.
“They can bloody well hear us now too.” He contoured.
“Oh, come on. There is a party going on out there. No one will hear.” She argued.
“They will if you scream.”
“I won’t scream.”
“Are you doubting that I can make you scream?” He pulled his chest away from hers, while her legs stayed wrapped around his waist, and cupped her backside.
“No. I just won’t.” She explained rubbing herself against him and causing him to roll his eyes back in their sockets for a second.
“It’s not really your choice, now is it?” He asked in a deep, husky voice leaning closer to her. “Sometimes you just *have* to scream.” He said suggestively running his tongue over his lips.
“Ego much?” She asked raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him, but it quickly fell back into place as he thrust his pelvis into hers. “There’s loud music no one-“
“Stupid kids! Keep running around and bumping into people.”
Buffy and Spike froze as they heard Snyder’s familiar voice coming from the hall.
“I-I’m really sorry Mayor Wilkins. I didn’t mean to spill my drink on you.” He continued to babble. “It’s just that idiot Harris ran into me and-“
“It’s ok, Snyder.” Mayor Wilkins creepily peppy voice reached the teens in the closet. “Now, which door was it? Second door on the right or left?”
“I-I think Mrs. Chase said the bathroom was the second door on the left.”
Buffy stared wide eyed as the two men stopped in front of the shutters. Her eyes practically fell out of their sockets when she felt one of Spike’s hands abandon her hips to slither between their bodies. Her frightened gaze alternated frantically between Spike’s face and his hand. She swallowed hard when she heard the distinct metallic sound of a zipper sliding open.
“What are you doing?” She uttered soundlessly.
She froze when one finger brushed over her panties and pushed them to the side.
“No!” She mouthed trying to pull the intruding hand away without making any noise.
The sound of running water reached her ears and when she turned to look through the shutters she realised only one of the men remained in the hall – Mr. Snyder. Behind him, directly opposite to the plantation shutters, was an open door that revealed a bathroom. As the principal nervously walked in circles in the corridor, Buffy was able to spot that the mayor was inside the other room, leaning over the sink and struggling to clean his trousers.
Her attention flew back to Spike when she felt something hard press against her entrance.
“No!” She breathed, a mixture of fear and excitement rushing through her veins.
“No one will hear.” He whispered, leaning against the side of her face, his eyes closed as he ran his tongue over her ear.
“Wait, Spike…” She whispered.
“And you won’t scream, remember?” He asked in a husky voice before slowly thrusting his hips forward and entering her.
Buffy’s eyes flew open as she felt him sluggishly slip between her folds, stretching them. She held her breath, biting her lower lip with all her strength as she struggled to keep from moaning out his name, her nails digging into the padded shoulders of his tux.
He refused to enter her completely, pulling out and pushing in only the tip of his cock with excruciatingly slow movements.
“Spike they’re…” She trailed off for a moment when he lightly nibbled at her earlobe. God, she loved that! “T-they’re gonna… ah… hear.”
He let his face slide over her neck, his nose nuzzling against the soft skin as he reached her collarbone. In the meantime, his hips continued to move, slightly pushing forward, teasing her mercilessly as he pulled back out.
“Spike…” She breathed; her voice practically inaudible.
“I want you so much…” He silently growled in her hear, suddenly slamming into her.
“Ah!” She gasped, her mouth going wide, mimicking her eyes.
In the hall, Mr. Snyder came to a halt.
“What was that?” They heard Mr. Snyder ask.
“What was what?” The mayor questioned, not really interested as he continued to stare down at the stain on his pants.
Buffy felt her heart skip a beat and Spike froze inside her, his face still buried in the crook of her neck.
“I think I heard something.”
“It was probably just the music.” The mayor offered, rubbing a piece of wet toilet paper over the black fabric.
“No, it was-“
“Darn it!” Mayor Wilkins suddenly hissed, dropping the paper into the nearby waste bin. “Pesky little stain won’t come out!”
“Well, Mrs. Chase should be here any second with the stain remover. I’m sure it’ll come right off. Be good as new.” Mr. Snyder spoke in a fast pace, rubbing his hands together while the other man picked another piece of toilet paper and resumed his task.
Buffy’s eyes were still fixed on the two men in the corridor, when she felt Spike move inside her. Without warning he pulled out of her and pushed back in, causing her to bite back a moan as held her breath.
His hands cupped her ass, holding her up against the wall as he started to set a slow, steady rhythm. His mouth worked her neck, his tongue hungrily licking every inch of her exposed flesh as he drove in and out of her.
“We have to… stop… We-Oh! God! We need to…”
“Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor? Oh, here you are!” Mrs. Chase’s painfully squeaky voice pierced through Buffy’s blinding daze. “I thought I told you to use the bathroom in the office. It was closest. I’ve been looking for you all over the house. Now, let me see that nasty stain.”
With a foggy gaze Buffy turned to the left to see, through the shutters, Mrs. Chase spraying something on the Mayor’s trousers before rubbing it in.
“See Mayor Wilkins, I told you it would…”
Mr. Snyder’s eager whine seemed to fade into the background along with Etta James’ soulful voice as one of Spike’s hands abandoned the curve of her ass to slip between their bodies and find her clit. His thumb pressed small circles over it, while his pelvis continued to thrust into her at growingly faster and more urgent pace.
“Spike… don’t… Christ!” She hissed arching her neck, further exposing it to him.
But he had already focused on something else. In the midst of their hard grinding, the strings on one side of her dress had fallen over her shoulder, causing the blue fabric to skim down over her chest, partially exposing her pale breast. His mouth eagerly trailed down, his chin working to push the gown further until one perfectly erect nipple was peeking out. His lips immediately parted to take the small pebble between them, letting his tongue roll around it before pressing against it.
Buffy couldn’t take it anymore, the combination of having him kissing and nibbling at her nipple, one rough thumb brushing and massaging her swollen clit while he drove hard into her was just too much.
“That’s it luv! Come for me… Come for me…” He secretly coaxed, never abandoning her breast as he looked up to see her face contort in pleasure.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her eyebrows marred by a painful frown, her mouth closed, but her lips parted to reveal her clenched teeth as she fought her rapidly approaching orgasm.
“Well, I think the stain’s out.”
“Well Mrs. Chase, you are a miracle worker indeed.” Mayor Wilkins said with a plastic grin as he exited the bathroom. “We better hurry then, only five more minutes till midnight.”
“Oh, God, Spike.” She hissed, gasping over and over again, swallowing hard, gulping for air as she felt the pressure ready to explode inside of her.
“Please, Buffy… Come for me. Don’t fight it.” He begged her with soft whispers, finally leaving her breast to attack her mouth. “Fuck! I’m so close.” He mumbled between desperate kisses as his hand abandoned her clit and returned to cup her ass.
“Well, we better go back to the party then.” Snyder offered as they continued walking down the hall.
In the utility room, Spike pulled out of Buffy and suddenly rammed into her with all of his strength and that did it. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, trying to hold onto anything and screamed into his mouth as a powerful orgasm slammed into her.
Spike’s own moans mixed with hers inside their joined mouths when he felt her inner muscles spasm around his cock, clamping down and milking him as he came with her.
“What was that?” Mr. Snyder stopped dead in his tracks.
“What?” Mrs. Chase and the major asked in unison.
“That sound.” The bald man insisted.
“I don’t hear anything.”
“No. Just now. There was a-a… muffled sound… something.” He insisted.
“Snyder. I think you’re in need of a little more time away from the kids. You’re starting to hear things.” Mayor Wilkins said as he continued to walk toward the party.
“B-but…” Snyder stuttered after him.
In the closet, Buffy and Spike slumped against the wall together, ending up in a puddle of numb limbs on the floor.
“God! That was… God!” Buffy was the first to speak, between ragged pants.
“Christ, I missed you so much, Summers!” Spike mumbled against her hair, his eyes closed as he inhaled her scent.
“Summers? After what we just did, you’re back to calling me by my last name?” She teased.
“You’re amazing. You’re…” He struggled to find the words, but every single one that came to mind seemed cheap and puny compared to what he was feeling at that moment.
She smiled proudly, beads of sweat dripping down the side of her face as her fingers playfully twirled around his bleached curls.
“I missed you so much.” He finally said, after a moment of silence, looking up at her. “When I saw you at the house all I wanted to do was touch you…” He ran his finger over her shoulder and down her arm. “…feel you close to me, take in your scent…” He inhaled sharply against her cheek. “… kiss you.” He finally ended his sentence brushing his lips over hers. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Just tonight?” She smiled.
The look on his face made her heart stop her a second, her stomach twist and her breath catch in her throat. The way he stared at her, the painful turmoil of emotions in his eyes frightened her for a split second. It was just so intense.
“Always.” He breathed. “There is no one else but you and if you don’t know that by now-“
She cut him off by placing two fingers over his mouth.
“I know.” She whispered, then leaned in and placed a single kiss on his lips.
They stared blindly at each other for a few moments, their fingers lazily tracing strange patterns over each other’s bodies.
“We better go.” Buffy broke the stillness. “My mom’s gonna be looking for me.”
Reluctantly, he nodded and was about to move when she exclaimed:
“Oh, wait! I’ve got something for you.” Without leaving his lap she reached for her small bag and opened it.
She took out a clumsily wrapped present from inside and handed it to him.
“What’s this for, pet?” He questioned with a frown as he took the gift.
“Merry Christmas!”
“I thought you had already given me a Christmas present.” He said suggestively as he started to unwrap the paper.
“This is extra.”
He opened it to reveal a pair of boxers with red hearts scattered over a dark blue background. A smile crept over his lips.
“Like it?” She asked.
“Love it.” He replied bringing her in for another kiss.
The music in the background came to a sudden halt to be replaced by a loud chorus:
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five…”
The two teens remained sitting on the floor, gazing at each other in the dark closet, the only light coming from the shutters.
“Four, three, two, one! Happy New Year!”
“Happy new year, pet!”
“Happy new year!” Buffy replied as his hand cupped her cheek and brought her in for a long kiss.