Out of the Rain

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Summary: PWP with no redeeming value whatsoever. Up to 'Wrecked'.

AUTHOR: JodyorJen
EMAIL: jodyorjen@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike
SETTING: Up to Wrecked.
DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX, Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. Theirs, not mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: PWP with no redeeming value whatsoever.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask my permission first, just so I know where it's headed.
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Outside her bedroom window, a storm is raging. The rain slaps against the glass as flashes of lightning light up the walls. Buffy lies in her bed, images running through her mind. A platinum head laps between her thighs. Eyes closed tightly, his jaw clenching as he comes. Pale, strong hands gently caressing her breasts. She wonders if it is possible to be possessed by a vampire.

How can she get these thoughts out of her head? She patrols with a passion that rarely surfaces these days, annihilating everything in her path. She trains until her hands and feet are swollen and sore.
She touches herself over and over, futilely seeking a release that will quench her appetite.

Nothing makes the thoughts go away. She is feverish with need, constantly burning with desire. She can barely carry on a conversation, run an errand, or sit still through a meal.

She slips her hands underneath the sheet. Closing her eyes, she imagines he is there with her. His mouth sucks on her breast as his fingers slide inside her. "Spike," she whispers, "I want you." Her fingers work furiously as she tries desperately to come.

Suddenly, a hand rips back the sheet and blankets that cover her. Spike straddles her body, icy cold and utterly naked. He is soaking wet, his hair plastered to his forehead.

He pulls her into his arms, his mouth enclosing hers in a fierce embrace. She struggles against him, her resistance fading as he grinds his cock against her through her sheer nightgown. She rubs against him, trying to find release. He pulls away from her mouth.

"I know how much you want me," Spike whispers, "I could smell it from the front lawn, even through the rain. All you had to do was ask."

He brings her right hand up to his mouth. Staring in her eyes, he licks the fingers that still bear the traces of her musk. He sucks at them slowly, his tongue scraping at the tips of her fingers, caressing the delicate webs between them.

Buffy is desperate to touch him, to feel him. Taking his stiff cock in her hand, she rubs the head with her thumb, feeling the moisture there. Tightening a fist around him, she strokes snugly back and forth across his length.

Spike releases her fingers and turns his efforts to the scars on her neck. He probes the puckered tissue with the tip of his tongue, flickering in and out and over and between the ridges. Batting her hand away from his cock, his hand slides between her thighs. He presses his fingers in and out of her soaking center, rocking her back and forth.

"You want me, love? Just tell me and I'll make it all better."

She bites on her lower lip, determined not to beg.

"Just ask me, baby. I'll give you what you really need. Just have to ask me for it."

Tilting her back onto the pillows, his hand moves faster and deeper. Orgasm overtakes her and she gasps loudly. Spike's free hand shoots up and covers her mouth. Buffy bites it hard as wave after wave rocks
her body.

When she stops moving, Spike takes his hand away from her mouth. Abruptly, he rips off her nightgown. Sliding up her body, his tongue licks around the edge of her left nipple, then the right.

"You can't get me out of your mind, can you?"

He braces himself on his forearms and slides the head of his cock inside her. He swivels his hips around in a slow circle. She can feel her muscles clench, throbbing and pulsing around him

"I've been tossing off constantly, thinking of this. How warm you are inside. How wet you get when I touch you."

She jerks her hips up to drive him deeper, but he draws out of her completely. He leans over and licks her nipple again. The head of his cock glides up and down her slit, teasing her.

"Tell me that you want me like I want you. Tell me that you burn for me, Buffy."

Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he slips the head of his cock inside her again. Biting down on her nipple, he slides his length into her all the way, filling her to the hilt. He holds perfectly still, not moving a muscle.

Buffy leans up and bites down on his ear, grinding her teeth back and forth. Spike doesn't move at all. She licks around the edge of his ear. Leaning forward, he licks the curve of her jaw. She looks up at him. They lock eyes, drawing each other in.

Grabbing his head with both hands, Buffy pulls him into a kiss. He rams his tongue in her mouth as his penis strokes in and out of her. The kiss ends, and he withdraws from her again. Deadlocked, they stare into each other's eyes.

"I want to feel you inside me," Buffy whispers. Her fingers run gently through his hair, caressing him.

"Who, me? The convenient vampire? Why not some nice, warm bloke?" Spike moves inside her again, his hand reaching between them to stroke her clit.

"No one has ever made me feel the way you do, " Buffy says, pulling his mouth to hers again.

Control broken, he pumps in and out of her in earnest, holding her close to him. Wrapping her legs around him, she clenches him as tightly as she can. Metal on wood screeches loudly as the bed scrapes
across the floor. They still, afraid that they will be overheard. Buffy pushes him off of her. Gathering all the blankets and pillows, she throws them to the floor.

Grabbing her around the waist, he pulls her down. She rolls him onto his back, straddling him. Holding her hips tightly, Spike drives into her furiously. His face contorts in pleasure, making her feel strong
and powerful. Reaching up, he cups her breasts in his hands as he moves within her.

Swept away by the feeling, Buffy grinds her hips into his. This is what she needs, what craves. He pulls her down to kiss her, his lips soft and sweet. Their embrace continues on and on as they drive each other to ecstasy. Gasping for air, Buffy pulls away. "So good," she whispers, as she reaches her climax. Spike murmurs as he comes inside her, the words spilling out in a torrent so fast that she can't understand them.

He pulls her down next to him, holding her close. As he gently rubs her back, Buffy feels contentment run through her, relaxing every muscle. Resting her head against his shoulder, she falls asleep. Closing his eyes, Spike follows her.

The vampire and the slayer rest together in slumber, oblivious to the storm that rages in the world outside.

The End

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