Title: Rat Problem
Rating: Hard R(PG-13 at some points)
Warning: language, naughty coffin sex(sort of), biting(yay) and Riley
Disclaimer: I unfortunately own nothing remotely related to Joss' work. Althought I really wish I did.
Summary: Buffy only had a small mission to do. Take pictures and report back to Giles. But of course, when a certain sexy blond vampire tags along...things don't always work out for the best...or do they? (I know cheesy summary)
A/N: This is only partially beta'd. I may not get the rest beta'd(unless someone volunteers)
When Buffy woke up her entire body felt refreshed and laxed. She groaned pleasurably as she stretched all across the bed. That’s when she remembered why she felt that way and she felt a twinge of pain at the fact that Spike wasn’t here. She sighed and got up, wrapping the sheet around herself.
“Stupid Buffy. Should’ve known it was too good to be true. Fuck’em and leave’em. That’s what guys’ mottos should be. Bastards.” She mumbled. Then she heard the scratching of a key and froze. She turned and looked at the door.
There was a loud, muffled curse and then the doorknob turned and finally opened. Spike came in with bags of stuff. He also had a bag in his mouth that had a nasty looking grease stain at the bottom.
Without even thinking what she was doing, Buffy jumped across the bed and onto Spike. He instantly dropped everything in his hands and caught Buffy. He could hear her mumble against his neck about something. He frowned.
He took the bag out his mouth and dropped it, as he carried the mumbling girl to the bed. He sat down and put his feet up.
“Kitten, what’s wrong?” Spike asked. She wouldn’t answer…or she just mumbled, he wasn’t sure. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. He saw tears glistening her eyes. “Oh, luv what’s wrong?”
“I-I…. It’s nothing. Just…stupid me.” Buffy said. She went to turn away, but Spike held his grip on her. She turned back to him. He gave her a look that told her he wasn’t going to drop it. She sighed. “It’s just that when I woke up…I saw that you were gone. And I got kinda…sad. But then I felt mad about that because I shouldn’t care an-and then I saw you an-an-”
Spike leaned forward and kissed her to stop her rambling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and followed through with the kiss. Spike pulled back slightly so their heads were resting. He grinned.
“’M touched, pet that you cared that much. But if you had noticed the note I left…you would’ve been fine.”
Buffy pulled back. “Note?”
Spike raised an eyebrow. Buffy moved some of the covers and her eyes went wide as she saw the little note. She picked it up and read it. ‘Went to get a ‘bite’ to eat for us. Be back soon. Signed-Big Bad’. Buffy’s entire body blushed and Spike couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He laughed. Hard.
“Shut up!” Buffy said, grabbed a pillow and hit him with it. Spike just laughed harder until he fell off the bed…which in turn made him laugh even harder.
Buffy started to laugh too and she couldn’t stop.
The laugh fest continued for a good ten minutes before they sobered. Spike sat up and chuckled. “Pet, you are the cutest thing in the world. You know that? Worryin’ over the Big Bad.” Spike said.
“I was more worried about others safety since you bit me!” Buffy yelled.
“Not like you didn’ want it.” She grabbed the pillow thrown at him and chuckled. He then got up and tossed the pillow at her. She caught it. Spike went over to the door and kicked it shut. He grabbed the brown paper bag and gave it to her. “Eat…all of it. I took a little more than I should’ve.” Spike said.
Buffy blushed, but opened the bag. He then went over to one of the other bags and grabbed the juice and tossed it to her. He looked into the second bag and pulled out a Styrofoam container. He went to the bed with it and plopped down, kicking his shoes off and shrugging out of his duster.
He opened it and Buffy saw it was an order of spicy hot wings. She grinned. She looked in her bag and saw it was a hamburger and fries. She grinned again. They ate in a comfortable silence for a while.
After half an hour they were done and Buffy had gotten out of the shower. “We need to talk, luv.” Spike said. Buffy sighed.
“I know. But…I don’t think I can. There’s so much I need to think about.” Buffy said. Spike reached up and gently tugged her into his lap.
He grinned as she kept her hand on her towel. “Well then ‘ll talk. I don’ fuck and run, luv. ‘M in it for the long haul. So…if you’re considerin’ ditchin’ me, then tell me now. ‘Cause ‘ll get ‘nother room,” Buffy frowned confused. “’Cause there’s no way in bloody hell ‘m gonna be in this room with you and not think abou’ kissin’ you, touchin’ you… or bitin’ you.” Buffy blushed.
“I understand. But…. Wait how were you able to bite me?” Buffy asked. Spike rolled his eyes.
“I wasn’ tryin’ to hurt you. And ‘cause you were beggin’ for it.” Spike said.
“I don’t beg.” Buffy said sternly. Spike raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
He then flipped them on the bed and Buffy yelped. Soon her towel was gone and Spike was kissing down an invisible line to her pussy, where he was beginning to smell her arousal.
Buffy gasped at the shocking contrast of Spike’s cold lips on her heated skin and how they seemed to make her hotter.
Spike licked along her navel and then dipped his tongue down into her trimmed brown curls. Buffy moaned and arched her hips, but Spike held her still. He smirked and continued his journey south.
He kissed and nipped at her inner thighs and then slowly went down to her ankles…and then slowly back up.
“’M listenin’ Slayer.”
“Bastard!” Buffy gasped as Spike let a finger poke at her urgent clit. He chuckled.
“Beg me and ‘ll do anythin’.” He said.
“I don’t be-ahhhhh.”
Spike gave her nether lips a very nice, slow, long lick. Buffy’s hands were fisting the sheets and she was shaking her head back and forth as Spike teased her.
He’d nip her there. Lick her here. Barely touch her there and then lay butterfly kisses here. He was driving her mad.
“Spike please! Please, please, please!”
“Please, what luv?”
“You know what you asshole!”
“Ohh, insults. I don’ think I like that.”
“Please just…. Please just lick my p-pussy.” Buffy finally begged.
Spike leaned forward and gave her a few quick licks. “Like that?”
She groaned. “Spike!”
“What? I don’ know what you want, luv. ‘M not a mind reader.” He said.
“Just eat me, please! I’ll do anything just please!” Buffy cried out, having enough.
“My pleasure.” Then Spike practically dove down on her. Buffy gasped loudly as the sensation of his mouth on her.
Riley had never done that with his tongue. Or-Oh my God! Is that still his tongue?! How in the hell is he-oooohhhhhh yes!
“Oh, God Spike! Feels so good. Fuck! Ughn….. More. Need more, please!” Buffy cried.
Spike inserted his pointer finger and let it fuck her like his tongue was doing. He couldn’t control her hips anymore and didn’t really care. She was a wanton somebody and it was time that someone had the right mind-and equipment-to satisfy her.
“Oh God! I’m coming! Oh GOD SPIKE!!!”
Spike had to strongly control his urge to come as Buffy filled his mouth with her delicious nectar. He kept at her until her thighs began to quiver. Then he pulled back and just lapped lazily at her pussy and inner thighs.
Buffy slowly calmed down and relaxed against the bed. Spike moved up and kissed her stomach. “Payback…is a bitch.”
Spike laughed at her threat. “Can’ wait, pet. But we’ve got other things to do.” He said.
“Like I can walk.” Spike laughed again.
Then the room became silent, side from Buffy’s breathing. “Spike?”
Spike lifted his head and saw her face blushing. He moved up and kissed her softly. “What is it, kitten?”
“You were right…about Riley. But…with my friends I’m no-”
“Buffy for once, I want you not to think of your friends. Think abou’ you. What you want. It’s their problem if they don’ want you happy. But it’s your right to be happy.”
Buffy looked up at him. He gave her a true smile. Buffy caressed his face. “You know you’re cute when you smile.” He growled at her and she laughed.