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Chapter 3.04
Wednesday, May 8th, 2002
"Hey, guys," Cordy greeted the pair as they got
out of the car, or in Spike's case mostly got out. He stood with
one forearm resting on the roof of the car and the other resting
along the top of the driver's door, his right foot on the bottom
of the doorframe.
"Back at you, princess," Spike replied. "So the
kid found his own way home?"
"Yeah, getting' in the quality time with his
dad as we speak," Cordy replied.
"Hey," Buffy added as she walked around the front
of the car to say her goodbyes to Spike.
"Hope it works out for him," the vampire added.
"Yeah, and why would that be?" the seer asked.
Spike shrugged. "He's family."
"Angel's family but that didn't stop you torturing
him last time you were in town." Cordy answered. Buffy slid her
arms around Spike's waist from behind, his own hands dropping
to cover them.
"Yeah, honey, and if I'd kept it up for a few
more years then we might be running somewhere near even. That
wasn't about us anyway. It was all about the ring."
"So you're not harbouring any grudges against
Angel?" Cordy checked.
Spike gave Cordy a quizzical look. "I'm harbouring
a whole fleet of grudges. Not plannin' on actin' on any of them
though, unless he tries to get between me and Buffy."
"Close enough. So you plan on playing Uncle Spike?"
"Since you're playin' mommy, why don't you tell
me whether I'll get the chance."
"I've got no objection. Not sure I can say the
same about Angel," Cordy admitted.
Spike smirked. "I think where the kid's concerned
he'll realise, sooner or later, it's best to go along with what
you think. We'll give Junior a chance to settle in though before
I stick my oar in any more."
"Are you two done now?" Buffy interrupted the
others.
"Just about," Spike answered. "Tell Uncle Stephen
I said 'Hi' when you see him, princess." Spike turned his back
to where Cordy sat waiting in Angel's convertible, to take Buffy
in his arms for a steamy kiss.
"Hey," Buffy hissed, when they finally parted.
"Some consideration for the audience."
"All she could see was the back of my head. Now,
go, spend, enjoy yourself. And if any of the bridal places have
catalogues with the menswear in bring a copy back."
"You mean you're not planning to get married
in your jeans and duster?" Buffy retorted.
"Haven't come to a final decision yet." He drew
her into another kiss, lightly brushing the unmarked side of her
neck with the back of his index finger as he did so. The touch
caused her flesh to tingle, but more importantly was a reminder
of what he could do by touching the other side of her neck. "Later,
love," his farewell words were a seductive promise.
"Later," she confirmed, as she backed reluctantly
away from him.
"So tell me, how on the hellmouth did you end
up engaged to Spike of all people?" Cordy asked the slayer as
they drove away from the Hyperion.
"This time or the time before?" said Buffy with
a smirk.
Spike headed back to the motel to be met as soon
as he got out of the car by an irate manager, who had come in
search of the pair when they failed to check out that morning.
It said a lot about Spike's mood that he managed to make an apology
instead of vamping out at the man. That and the fact he could
see himself having to bring both Summers girls up to LA for weekend
shopping at least a couple of times between now and the wedding.
It would be useful if they weren't barred from the place.
"Sorry, mate, we didn't get in till really late
last night so we decided to stay until this evening. I thought
the girlfriend would've taken care of it when she went to the
diner for breakfast. Get yourself a drink for your trouble." Spike
gave the man an extra ten bucks over the cost of the room.
He tipped the coffee down the drain, knowing
even if he reheated it in the microwave it would have a bitter
taste. Instead, he put the bacon sandwich and a packet of blood
from the fridge in together and rinsed out the coffee cup to hold
his alternative beverage when it was ready.
As he munched into his sandwich and washed it
down with some O+ he debated what he should do with the remainder
of the day. If he hadn't given his phone to Buffy he might have
tried ringing Giles to see if he had made any progress on his
research. He could ring the other watcher, maybe go for a drink,
but in an unfamiliar city the effort he'd expend trying to avoid
sunlight would probably be more than it was worth. If the slayer
came back early, though he suspected the prospects of that were
doubtful, he intended to be here to take advantage of the fact.
Thanks to Buffy's efforts to pack for him he didn't even have
a book to read. He dropped the coffee cup and the bag the sandwich
came in into the bin and flopped onto the bed, picking up the
TV remote.
He could feel himself dropping off before he
even got as far as finding a program he wanted to watch. 'Maybe
just as well,' he thought as he hugged Buffy's pillow to his
chest. 'Been burnin' the candle at both ends. Chances are you
won't be able to sleep without her tonight either. At least this
bed smells of her.' Five minutes later he was sound asleep.
Wednesday Late afternoon
Buffy came back with a handful of carrier bags
one of which held a selection of boxes, which in turn held silk
and satin undergarments wrapped in layers of tissue paper. Buffy
couldn't remember when she had last been able to splash out on
clothes shopping without worrying about how much she was spending,
but she knew it was probably before her parents' divorce.
She hadn't actually bought anything for the wedding
as such, although one carrier bag was entirely filled with magazines
with the words "Bride" or "Wedding" in their titles. Most of the
other bags she'd brought were full of clothes for Dawn. Lately,
Buffy had felt guilty about her inability to cover non-essentials
like clothing. She knew when she'd been Dawn's age she'd had a
new outfit at least every couple of weeks whereas Dawn got to
wear the same stuff over and over.
She fumbled with the door handle, hoping the
room wasn't locked, because if the vampire was asleep in there
with their only room key she didn't think she had much chance
of waking him. Fortunately, he'd left the door open. Even more
fortunately, he wasn't asleep. Instead the sound of running water
could be heard coming from the direction of the shower along with
the sound of singing. ".Call her up on the telephone, Invite her
over 'cause I'm all alone."
'Okay, model lingerie or join naked, soapy
Spike in the shower? Duh!'thought Buffy, stripping as quickly
as possible and hoping he wouldn't be finished before she got
there. Her clothes formed a trail from the room door through to
the shower cubicle. She slid the door to one side, stepping in
behind the suddenly silent vamp. "Ramones?" she asked taking the
soapy puff from his hands.
"Undertones, got the last four letters right,
love. It's a start."
She moved the puff over his back and bottom before
reaching round him to lather his chest and stomach. Her breasts
were pressed flat against his back, sliding against him as she
washed his muscles in ever descending circles. Before she reached
her ultimate objective he turned in her arms, passing her the
bottle of citrus shower gel. She squirted some more on the puff
which had been rinsed as she was washing his stomach, working
it into a lather before she passed the bottle back to him. She
wanted to kneel at his feet to wash his legs, planning to leave
his dick till last, and it seemed like he could read her mind
as she looked down.
"There's not enough space. Just do as far down
as you can reach standing up, pet." She followed his advice washing
his hips and thighs. She squeezed as much lather as she could
from the puff onto her hands using them to stroke slowly up and
down his thick, long, slippery shaft. His skin there was always
amazingly smooth and soft and the slickness of the lather merely
emphasised the effect.
"I dreamt about being in here with you," she
admitted.
"Was it a good dream?" he queried.
"Until the alarm went off."
Spike smiled remembering that the first thing
he'd noticed on awakening that morning was the scent of her arousal.
"Were you dreaming about last night or were we trying something
different?"
"We didn't get very far, but I got the impression
.we were going to .do the thing I've only done with you. I was
standing on the rim above the shower tray facing the wall. You
used your knee to get me to spread my legs and you were just using
your fingers to make me all soapy, ready for you."
Spike was surprised. It had taken a great deal
of persuasion that first night they spent together before Buffy
had allowed him to take her second virginity. After a slow gentle
introduction her response had been enthusiastic, but though they
had tried it several times since, it had always been at his instigation.
He was quite convinced that when she had called that night the
most perverse and degrading night of her life that those images
had been foremost in her mind. Now she was all but asking for
it outright.
"Is that what you want? You want me to make your
dream come true, love?" Spike asked in a husky whisper, giving
her the opportunity to back out. She didn't speak; instead she
gave the barest of nods and kissed him tenderly before she moved
to stand facing the wall as she had in her dream. Spike leant
against her back pressing her between his body and the cool white
tiles, helping her keep her balance on the narrow ledge she was
standing on. He poured shower gel into the palm of his hand working
it into a lather over as much of her flesh as he could reach.
As he moved against her she could feel his erection rubbing against
the cleft of her ass. Almost involuntarily, she rocked her hips
back against him until the pair were moving against each other
in a primal rhythm. Spike slid his knee between her thighs so
that as she moved she ground against him.
Buffy moaned as she pressed hard against his
firm leg muscles, tensing momentarily when she felt a slender
soapy finger push inside her. Spike slid his finger back and forth
in time with her movements, making circling motions at the same
time to ease her open. After a minute or so he inserted a second
finger and finally a third. Several thrusts later he spread the
fingers inside her as wide as he could, filling the space between
them with gel. Buffy gasped as the cool fluid touched her inner
walls.
"Please, Will." At her prompting, he pulled out
his fingers and making sure his dick was still well lathered he
pushed home a fraction of an inch at a time, pausing frequently
to let her muscles adjust to his girth. Gradually he built up
from small rocking motions until he was pounding into her, pinning
her against the cool tile at the end of every thrust. The gel
was soon warmed by their friction and Spike felt like he was drowning
in her heat.
His hands glided round to her front, the thumb
of his left hand made lazy circles around her clit, his right
hand holding each breast in turn, teasing her nipples till she
moaned. Her knees failed to support her and she stayed upright
only because she was trapped between Spike and the wall. He nibbled
at her shoulders with blunt teeth, blowing on the damp skin at
her neck. When his breath touched her claim marks her orgasm hit
her like a tidal wave. Her back arched convulsively and she screamed
his name. A few seconds later Spike shuddered to his climax, bracing
his arms against the side walls of the cubicle so that they didn't
collapse in an undignified heap.
It was several minutes later before the couple
managed to disentangle their limbs and regain upright positions.
"You okay, love?" Spike asked as he helped her
to her feet.
"More than okay." She wrapped her arms around
his waist resting her cheek against his shoulder. He placed a
kiss on top of her head.
"Want me to wash your hair while you're here
or should I just leave and give you some space?" the vampire asked.
"You lured me in here with your naked soapy body.
It's only fair if you stay." Buffy responded.
"Didn't realise I was that much of an attraction."
"Ha! Less fishing for compliments. More scalp
massage, Vamp Boy."
"As you wish, princess," Spike replied. "As
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