Three Phases

-the Good-

-Part Four-

 

AUTHORS: dru as Buffy & Evil Willow as Spike (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Three Phases

PAIRING : Buffy/Spike

RATING : NC17

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!

NOTE: We wrote this as role-play on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored  before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!

 

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He stares at me for a few more seconds after kicking his boots off. Okay, he seems to be waiting for me.

 

"Well, are you going to join me or not? Because I *have* bathed alone, but there's always this one place on my back that I can never reach." I turn my back toward him a little and point to the spot. "And we wouldn't want me dirty, would we?"

 

 

Okay, there's a view I hadn't seen yet. And I have three words:

 

Bloody.

 

Fucking.

 

Hell.

 

I take a deep, unneeded breath and say, "Look at me, Buffy." I really want her to watch me take my jeans on. I want to see the look on her face.

 

 

Okay, ever get that feeling like you're in some cheesy porno film?

 

Yeah, neither do I.

 

But I've also never seen any. It just feels like this is happening to some other person. But at the same time, it feels right, somehow. And I'm most certainly not gonna overthink things.

 

I look up at him, like he requested.

 

 

Okay, I just hope she's aware of how hard I am. Because otherwise she'll be a little -

 

Stop over-analyzing. Buffy will react however she'll react and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

 

Having gotten that established, I push my jeans off. I step out of them and look at her.

 

She's got her eyes glued to mine, hasn't looked down yet. Nervous again.

 

That's okay. I'll just stand here and wait for her to be ready for me to join her. Hopefully it'll be soon, because I'd like to take advantage of that warm water.

 

 

In the words of Giles: oh dear god.

 

No preamble. Just boom, naked Spike.

 

No underwear. No lines. No waiting. Do not pass go, do not collect a hundred boners- Oh, no.

 

Okay. I *will* look down. I mean, I have had one inside me before, *looking* shouldn't be nearly that- unnerving.

 

Unnerving. Nice word for it, Buffy. But it was my first time!

 

Okay. Extremely nice abs. Let's just take a few minutes to digest that. He obviously works out or, duh, he's a vampire. But he must have been strong before he died.

 

Okay, move your eyes, Buff-

 

……………

 

……………

 

Um, question?

 

Does he honestly think *that's* going to fit in me?

 

I'm just a little girl and that's a fuckin' Mack truck!

 

 

Surprised, a little? Well, why did she *think* Dru wanted me? Crazy or not, Dru had good taste...

 

Well, at least until the Chaos demon.

 

Okay, NOT thinking about that. Because I might just lose my interest in sex. And I wouldn't want that to happen, not when Buffy's all interested.

 

I walk up to the tub. "Like what you see, Pet?"

 

 

"Angel wasn't that-"

 

AND IT JUST GETS BIGGER AS HE GETS CLOSER!

 

"Oh god."

 

 

"I'll just take that as a yes, then," I reply with a smile. And yes, I know Angel wasn't quite as endowed. But he still managed... All right, stop. Focus. On Buffy.

 

I reach down to turn off the faucets, since the tub is full now. "Have a seat, Luv," I suggest.

 

 

I do have a seat, but only because my legs have given out on me.

 

"Spike," and looking up at him was a bad thing to do!

 

"Spike, that... and me, *in* me? I mean, as far as killing me, it's an effective method, but-"

 

 

I can't help chuckling. I step into the tub behind her and sit, pulling her back against me. She gasps a little and I think I do too. Because feeling her pressed up against me. Hell, it's... torture. Really wonderful torture, but still torture.

 

But reassuring her was my plan. "Just relax, Buffy. I promise you'll enjoy yourself. I won't hurt you." See, don't tell *me* I can't be sweet and sickening when I have to be.

 

 

Okay, don't be a baby, Buffy. You're the fucking *slayer*.

 

And women do pass babies through there, so a huge penis should be nothing. Right?

 

Okay. And it's not like he's jamming it inside me right now, so..

 

I wiggle my ass a little and lean back against him. I still have no idea what to do so I grab the scrubby and hand it to him. "Wash me?" I ask innocently.

 

Like being in a tub with a naked vampire makes me *innocent*!

 

 

I can't hold back a groan when she wiggles back against me. Shit. She obviously has no clue how close I am. Of course she wouldn't. She hasn't had a lot of experience. Okay. Deep breath.

 

"Wash me?" she asks. Fuck. Me.

 

Another deep breath. I wrap one arm around her waist, and with the other hand I take the sponge from her and soap it up. I start with one shoulder and run it down her arm, then back up again. Then to her throat.

 

She tilts her head to the side and FUCK. Don't bite, don't bite. Think of other -

 

 

In another time and place, I might have let him bite me. Might have wanted his fangs. Might have been tempted.

 

Perhaps another vampire, but I'll never know the feeling of a lover's fangs. Because although Angel is gone, if I didn't let him... I can't let anyone else.

 

So, I place my hands on his legs.

 

 

SHIT - She's put one of her hands on my leg and runs it up and down my thigh and HELL does she KNOW what she's doing to me?

 

Is that me or her, who's breathing hard?

 

 

This isn't so bad. Although I *do* feel him jerk against my ass. I guess that means he likes it?

 

Okay, I get up on my knees and turn around to face him.

 

Yes, Adventurer Buffy, Pilot episode.

 

I place my hands on his thighs again and go up further than I could before, almost to his... "Like that?" I ask.

 

 

"Gah." Shit. Real smooth, Spike.

 

 

Well, isn't that interesting.

 

And kind of... invigorating. I can make Spike do that.

 

Hee hee.

 

Okay, Episode two: To Boldly Go Where No Slayer Has Gone Before.

 

I smile and just grab his erection with both hands.

 

 

"OHshit," I groan. Slightly more coherent, and that's surprising, considering I never thought she'd get up the nerve to touch me. But hell. "Just... more. Please..." I ... okay, I begged.

 

 

Oh.

 

OH.

 

Okay, sure. Yeah, I can do that.

 

But... what the fuck am I supposed to do with it?

 

 

Okay, I can tell from her face she's not sure what I want. Obviously she and the sire didn't waste any time getting straight to the fucking. Big surprise, there. He always was impatient.

 

But we have all night. So... I cover one of her hands with mine and show her how to stroke me, slowly. "Just like that, Pet," I say. I watch her face to see if she's too uncomfortable with this.

 

 

Oh fuck.

 

That isn't *so* terrible. Right? And his hand feels nice over mine. But- we're jerking him off. Isn't that this?

 

Sometimes, I wish Angel hadn't respected me as much as he said he did.

 

"Like this?" I ask as move them with his, squeezing gently as I do. He seems to like it.

 

Okay, Episode three: Questions and Curiosities.

 

And why do I all of sudden feel the need to narrate my sexual experience?

 

"What happens if I- *we* do it faster?"

 

 

"Gah." DAMN it.

 

But I really think my brain's going to just explode. Or implode. Whatever it is that brains do when they're on overload.

 

Buffy Summers, vampire slayer, is jerking me off. And she seems to be enjoying it as much as I am. And shit, this is too much.

 

But she asked me a question. "I'll come," I say bluntly. Okay, maybe too bluntly because she stopped moving her hand.

 

 

Oh. Okaaay... I kinda thought that was the purpose. "Do you *want* to come?"

 

 

Hell yes. "No." Huh? "Not yet. Not when you're not even close," I add with a little smirk. I grab her by the waist and pull her closer. She straddles my upper thighs and that's just perfect. I lean closer to kiss her, slipping a hand up to her breast to knead it gently.

 

 

Oh fuck.

 

We're naked and there's definite rubbing. Rubbing of hard and soft and cold and warm. And shit.

 

I'm wet. I'm surrounded in water and I'm wet.

 

And his hands just slip up and he's touching me. Again. And it really feels good.

 

Oh god, it's like my entire body is tingling. Well, my lower body, anyway, like I want him to touch me.

 

Lower. Not just my chest. But lower.

 

Much lower.

 

I lean forward and press my breasts against him and I press my lips against his.

 

 

She's kissing me back. Her tongue is fucking IN my mouth. I'm not complaining, though. She knows how to kiss. She runs her tongue over my incisors, where my fangs *would* be. I shiver and groan. So she does it again. Bloody hell, she catches on fast.

 

Her hands are just resting on my hips and I take them in mine, running them up to my chest. She figures out what I want, teasing and pinching my nipples. "Buffy," I groan into her mouth. I feel her smile and then she starts to grind against me.

 

Shit. Fuck. Hell. Damn. And a bunch of other curses, thrown in for good measure.

 

 

I laugh a little before asking, "How about now?"

 

 

Huh? "Huh?"

 

 

"Wanna come now?" I ask as I slip my hands down between his legs again and start stroking him again as I nip at his neck.

 

 

"Shit..." I groan, a shiver running down my spine. "Buffy... hell. Yesssss."

 

I take one of her breasts in my hand, kneading it harder. She moans and strokes me harder. "Fuck, yeah, don't stop," I beg, my cock jerking in her hand.

 

I pinch her nipple and she whimpers. "Buffy... want to..." I slip other hand down between us and stop when I've reached her stomach. "Wanna touch you, Pet. That okay?"

 

 

"Yes, god, yes," I whisper as I continue to move my hands on his- on his cock. There. I thought it.

 

And oh fuck. He's-

 

 

I remove my hand from her breast to tip her chin up. She looks at me, hesitantly. And then looks down at her hand on my cock. That's fine. I cup her sex with my other hand and she gasps. I slide my middle finger between her outer lips, teasing her for a moment.

 

She moans and grips my cock tighter. Shit, that's good. "Yeah, just like that," I say. Gotta remember, she needs to know she's doing okay.

 

Okay? Better than okay.

 

I push a finger inside her, slowly. Shit, I can't help moaning when her muscles squeeze me. If she does that to my cock--

 

Fuck, my cock just twitched. And I'm really not gonna last. Any second now.

 

 

Oh fuck.

 

His finger!

 

I bite his tongue as he starts to thrust his finger into me.

 

 

Fuck! I pull away and "Buffy... gonna come." And that's all the warning she's gonna get, because I'm coming. "Shit, Buffy..." I groan.

 

 

Oh shit.

 

I look down just as the water surrounding him gets cloudy and he goes rigid, his finger still inside me.

 

He lets out this low guttural moan and I feel him jerking in my hand, before he starts to go limp in my hands.

 

Well, fuck. That's not fair.

 

But didn't his face look absolutely gorgeous when he came.

 

 

Fucking hell.

 

That was...

 

Bloody fucking hell.

 

I open my eyes and look at her. She's got this amazed expression. Yes, Buffy, you made me come. I did warn you that would happen.

 

But now it's her turn.

 

But the water's a little... gross. I reach behind me and pull the drain plug. She shivers and I pull her closer. As if I could possibly give her some warmth.

 

"Fresh water," I explain.

 

To take her mind off the cold, though, I start moving my finger again. She moans and starts moving against it. "Oh, yeah. that's it, Buffy. Do what feels good," I encourage her.

 

"Turn the water back on?" I suggest. She gives me a puzzled look, like I didn't speak English. But then reaches past me, whimpering at the change in angle, and gets the water temperature the way she wants it.

 

I nuzzle her throat while she's so close and nip at it playfully. She moans and tangles her fingers in my hair. Too tempting though. I move on to her earlobe, while I seek out her clit with my thumb. She jerks in surprise and I can't help grinning. I think I found it.

 

 

Oh fuck. I *am* doing what feels good.

 

I'm doing him. And he feels *good*.

 

And FUCK! "Whatever it is, touch it again," I murmur as I rock against his hand. Oh shit.

 

 

I chuckle. And the water's rising around us again, but it doesn't keep me from smelling her arousal. And I'm more than happy to comply with her wishes. I push another finger inside her, and slip my other hand between us to pinch her clit. Not very hard, because obviously Angel never introduced her to this way to please a woman.

 

Shame on him.

 

 

"OH FUCK!"

 

"Fuck, Spike, more," I plead. I don't care. If he'll do it again, I'll beg.

 

"What *is* that?" I whimper as he does it again.

 

 

I smile and tug on her earlobe playfully. She moans. "That, Pet, is your clitoris," I murmur into her ear. "And I take it you like it when I do this to it," I add, pinching it harder.

 

 

"OHFUCKYES!" I scream.

 

Oh god!

 

"Spike," I moan as he continues his onslaught on my body.

 

Shit, the water's lapping against my skin as I thrust down on his hand. Oh my god!

 

Angel *never* did *this*.

 

And why the fuck not?

 

He nips at my neck but I couldn't give a flying fuck at this point, because he's pinching me again.

 

"Don'tstopSpike," I say. "I need... fuck pleasemore."

 

 

I grin and brush my fingertips along the inner walls of her passage as I continue to fuck her with them. Wonder what else my old sire never did to her? I think I know. Just have to find that spot...

 

Right...

 

There.

 

 

"OHFUUUUUCK!" I scream as this huge wave of pleasure hits me and I just start thrashing around, holding his shoulders for support.

 

"SPIKE!" I whimper as I arch toward him and shake. There are explosions happening all over and "FUCK!"

 

I just had an orgasm.

 

And quite the orgasm it was.

 

I just collapse against him after.

 

 

Shit. Her face when she came... Fuck, I'm hard again.

 

She slumps against me and I withdraw my fingers from her after another moment. She's still trembling, panting for breath. I just hold her for a little while, as she recovers.

 

I *told* her I was offering a night of mind-blowing sex.

 

Guess she didn't believe me.

 

Bet she does now.

 

 

God.

 

That was *amazing*.

 

I feel his hands on my back, holding me to him as I recuperate. How sweet. You'd never guess that he was a cold-blooded killer.

 

"Spike?" I ask, after a few more minutes of silence. "I'm getting pruny."

 

 

I grin. "Can't have that now, can we?" I reply. I help her stand and grab a towel, handing it to her. I take another one and dry off, but I'm more interested in watching her, of course.

 

And I'm hoping we'll move this to the bed next. Because I really, really, really need to be inside her. Soon.

 

Wonder if a slayer's recovery time is anywhere close to a vampire's? I doubt she knows the answer. Guess we'll just have to find it out together.

 

 

I take the towel from him and start drying off. My arms, my breasts, my stomach... then I notice that he's watching me.

 

Intently.

 

With my back to him, I lift one of my legs up onto the counter. I bend over a little to be able to reach my toes, opening myself wide for his gaze.

 

Heat just flows directly to my sex again and I notice that he's hard again.

 

I didn't think that was supposed to happen.

 

Hmm...

 

Whatever.

 

 

Oh.

 

Fuck.

 

I know, I'm staring. But I can't help myself. She's so incredibly sexy. And if the scent of her in the air is any indication, she wants to go again. So maybe the slayer recovery time *is* pretty good, then.

 

I drop the towel when I'm done with it and press up against her from behind. She gasps and grinds her ass back against me. "Fuck... Buffy..." I groan. "Bed, now, please?" I ask.

 

 

"Not gonna slam me against another wall?" I ask mockingly as I scrunch my hair in the towel.

 

 

"Not unless you want me to," I purr, slipping one hand around to squeeze her breast, while I cup her sex with my other hand.

 

 

I try and stifle the moan, but I can't. I know what his fingers can do now. He's just a tease.

 

"Well, I didn't *want* you to the last time either, but it didn't stop you. Did it?"

 

 

I flick a thumbnail over her clit and she gasps. "Ya didn't?" I ask. "Huh. Guess I read ya wrong."

 

I roll her nipple between my fingers. "Am I still reading you wrong?" I ask.

 

I look up at the mirror and I wonder if she's finding this as erotic as I am. She can feel me there but she doesn't see me. And I have a completely unblocked view of her delicious body, as I touch her and tease her. She looks in the mirror and moans so I think that's my answer as to whether she finds it erotic.

 

 

God, look at that. My nipple is moving itself.

 

Pretty damned talented, I am. Mom would be so proud.

 

I put my head back on his shoulder and tip it to one side. "Kiss me, Spike," I tell. "Kiss my neck and tell me it kills you."

 

 

Shit.

 

"Buffy..." I groan. Gods, I can hear her pulse thudding in my ears. The damn vein in her neck throbs and I swear she doesn't know what she's playing with here.

 

Just because I told her I wouldn't bite her doesn't mean I'm not so damn tempted I almost can't see straight. And the demon in me is fucking screaming to get out and tear into her throat and drink her down--

 

Shit. Not helping matters.

 

I feel my face shifting. Fuck, NO! I pull away, using every last bit of willpower in me. I push the demon back down and go out to the bedroom.

 

If she only knew how close she came to dying, just now. I don't need to think about it, just reminds me how I want to make it happen. Cigarette. That's what I need. I pull one out of my duster pocket and light it. It takes a few tries, since my hands are shaking so hard.

 

I sit down on the bed and try to get a grip on myself again. At least the cigarette helps with the oral fixation.

 

Why else do you think I smoke? It sure doesn't get me high, not when my lungs are not in working order.

 

 

Oh.

 

I didn't mean- I mean, it sounded all sexy and seductive in my head. But I guess I went too far.

 

Luckily, my clothes from when I stripped earlier, are still here. I grab them and get dressed quickly before going back into the bedroom.

 

He's smoking.

 

"'n'I have one?" I ask as I finish buttoning my shirt. "For the road?"

 

 

I look up at her. Fuck. Good one, Spike. You could've had the slayer, *really* had the slayer. But no, you had to go and scare her. Idiot.

 

I shrug. "Sure."

 

 

"Thanks," I say as I take it and sit on the bed. "Although I guess I should give them up. Guess I started during my breaks."

 

We sit in silence for a while. We both know that this can never, could never, be anything.

 

It was what it was.

 

And now it's done.

 

I take one last drag and stick it into the ashtray on the nightstand.

 

Then, I kiss his cheek and stand up, "Thanks, Spike," I say.

 

For what? For not killing me? For saving me? For telling me the things I needed to hear? For letting me jerk you off? For making me come? For making me feel alive? For giving me my life back?

 

"For everything," I state and head toward the door.

 

I open it and glance back at him on the bed. "I'm going home. I- I need to go home. For me. For them... But *this*, here, doesn't change anything. So don't come back. I don't wanna kill you, but I will."

 

And then I leave and close the door behind me.

 

I think I'm finally ready to go home.

 

I think I'm finally forgiven.

 

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