Nutty Buns, Nookie, and a Not So Normal Life

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Summary: My Spike Ficathon response. Buffy and Spike have reunited and everything is happy, happy.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Spike/Buffy
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My response to the Spike ficathon request from sarah_p for Spike/Buffy, Andrew, Spike with bedhead, and smut; with no death, sadness, meanness and evilness.
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He awoke to find her propped on her elbow watching him.

"Er..."

She smiled and dipped her head to kiss him softly, her lips tasting sweet and minty.

"I thought you said you'd never leave my side," he teased, "but I taste toothpaste."

Her smile turned to a grin and she reached across him to the night stand and brought back a small plastic box. "Breath mints." Taking one out, she held it over his mouth. "Open."

He stuck out his tongue at her, then obediently took the mint between his lips. "So, I have bad breath?"

"And bed head." His look of horror made her laugh and run her fingers through his short curls. "I like it like this, all relaxed and un-gelled."

"I look like a ponce," he countered, sucking down the last of the mint.

"A sexy ponce." Shoving the sheets down and revealing both their nude bodies--his pale as the sheet, hers a golden brown from living on the Mediterranean--she moved languidly to straddle his hips, then leaned down to kiss him again. "My sexy ponce."

"Damn straight," he growled, cupping her breasts and squeezing them lustily.

"Aren't you glad I forgave you yesterday for being an ass and not letting me know you're alive?" she asked a bit breathlessly as she rocked her hips back against his swelling cock.

"Fuck yeah, luv. That was one long week."

"Which is why we're not getting out of this bed for another one."

He grinned and rubbed his palms over her hardening nipples, watching the pleasure flood across her face. "Gonna get kind of messy."

She snickered. "Okay, five minute bathroom breaks a couple times a day, but that's it. The rest of the time I'm going to be screwing you into this mattress."

"It's a hard life but someone has to live it," he sighed and grinned.

Reaching between her legs, she wrapped her hand around his cock and smirked. "Well, something's hard."

Groaning, he arched into her hand, his cock throbbing and aching at her simplest touch. "Take me, luv. Ride me hard. Make us scream."

Swallowing hard at his lusty words, she lifted her hips and guided him into her. With a moan of pleasure, she sank down, fully seating herself. She could feel him thickening inside her, rubbing her sensitive spots, and her own muscles contracted around him.

"Yeah, like that. Could stay here forever," he crooned, his fingers pulling on her nipples as she began to bounce her hips.

"We'd look pretty silly," she replied breathlessly.

"Don't care." The look in his darkening eyes made her shiver in desire and she dipped again and kissed him. His lips parted and their tongues met, twining together as the kiss spun out of control. He rose up, wrapping his arms around her, and kissed her so hungrily that she whimpered her need into his mouth and bit his lower lip. "Yeah, eat me," he whispered huskily. "Taste me, want you to know all of me."

"I do," she whimpered back, licking the dot of blood from his lip and kissing his cheek, his jaw, then fastening her teeth to his ear. She felt a shudder go through him and his cock thrust hard as his hips pumped up to meet hers. "I know you. I've always known you, even when I was an idiot. And you've always known me."

"Made for each other," he managed to get out through clenched teeth as her tongue slid into the crease of his ear. "Oh fuck, baby, do that again."

She did, and he howled, making her giggle and lose her rhythm. "My beast."

"I'm not calling you beauty."

She bit his earlobe and he squirmed beneath her. "How about Buffy?"

"Yeah...Buffy...lover...own..."

"Those all work," she moaned, rocking her hips harder and rubbing her breasts against his palms with every stroke. The tension between her legs grew quickly and she angled her body to hit her clit on his pubic bone with each downward motion of her hips. One of his hands found her bottom and he squeezed, pulling her down harder as his own hips lifted. The bed squeaked and the headboard smacked into the wall, but neither noticed as they concentrated on the pleasure building deep inside their bodies.

Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened. Her orgasm crashed over her, sending her shuddering forward. He caught her shoulders, held her up easily and pumped his hips high off the bed. "Spike," she screamed as the pleasure continued to roll through her, making her ache and tremble.

"Oh....luv," he yelled as his own orgasm burst from him. His hips rose and fell wildly, driving their bodies together.

As they both shook and gasped, he let her collapse on him and wrapped his arms around her back, cradling her to him. His mouth found hers, then he peppered her face with kisses before letting his head fall back with a happy sigh.

Buffy raised a shaky hand to her sweaty face and wiped away a bit of drool, which made him chuckle, then she kissed him again before burying her face in the crook of his neck. "We're going to kill ourselves."

"Nah, but that would be some way to go." Spike slid her to the side and wrapped one leg around her. "I do love you with all my heart, you know that, right?"

"I've known that for years." She looked up at him, saw the love shining in his eyes, and smiled. "You can make me pay for not recognizing that I loved you back. I think I'd enjoy that."

Spike grinned and swatted her bottom. "Minx."

"You cannot be ready to go again," Buffy groaned, then glanced down and saw his cock stirring. "Good thing I have super endurance."

"Or, hey, you could just lay there and let me have my wicked way with you."

She giggled. "So not going to happen, and, anyway, you like it too much when I fully participate." As she spoke, her stomach rumbled and she scowled. "Which I can't do until I get food in me."

There was a knock on the door and they both looked at the other.

"Think we woke the house?" Spike asked, not really caring.

Buffy blushed and scrambled off the bed, calling, "Coming."

"Not at the moment," her lover added wickedly, making her swat his shoulder as she reached for her robe that was tangled under her pillow.

"Behave," she hissed, wrapping the silk around herself and walking to the door. "And cover yourself. It's probably Dawn." She watched as he rolled his eyes and tugged the sheet barely over himself. "You're going to traumatize her."

"Not likely," Spike snickered folding his hands beneath his head.

Buffy opened the door. It wasn't Dawn standing there with a sleepy scowl on her face, but Andrew bearing a tray of food and, more importantly, a pot of coffee.

"Buon...um...morning," he greeted, brushing past her to carry the tray into the room. "We thought you had to be hungry, and, um, none of could sleep." He rushed on, "We're all so thrilled that the two lovers long separated by death and not telling the truth have been reunited." He placed the tray on a table at the window and fussed over it for a moment, then turned to face the happy couple. "This is just like when Sydney returned to Vaughn after being dead for two years, only this is better because Buffy didn't betray you by marrying an evil princess named Lauren."

"Ooookay, thanks for breakfast Andrew," Buffy said, grabbing his arm and tugging him towards the door. "Spike and I have some more reuniting to do, no Laurens involved."

"I knew you'd want him back. He was going to stay away and be all noble like a Jedi, but there aren't any vampire Jedi, so I convinced him that you needed him more than an evil law firm, and..."

"Yes, very happy, thank you again for the tenth time."

Andrew stopped at the doorway and turned, framing Spike with his hands, then sighing in contentment, "A happy ending to my story."

Buffy nudged him through the door and shut and locked it behind him, laughing, "Y'know, he's kind of annoying, but he was right in making you come home."

"Home. Yeah, it feels that way." Spike smiled and held out his arms.

"Nutty buns first, sweetie, than nookie."

He perked up and peered at the table. "Any blood over there? Nutty buns dipped in blood is one of my favorite treats."

"I'm so happy right now I'm willing to ignore that." She walked over to the table as Spike got out of bed and reached for his jeans.

"And yet you love me despite my eccentricities."

"Yep." As Buffy stuffed a nutty bun in her mouth, she poured him a mug of warmed blood. "I may not have the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore, but I'm not destined to have a normal life."

Spike wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the top of her head. "Normal is incredibly boring."

She held up the nutty bun for him to take a bite. "Yep."

End