Tasty

"I'm afraid we're going to need Spike on this one, Buffy," Giles told his slayer.

Buffy looked at her Watcher with large "deer caught in headlights" eyes. "No!" she cried out desperately. "No Spike. Why do I need Spike, Giles?"

Giles removed his eyeglasses and rubbed his hand over his face. "Because, Buffy, these creatures live in the sewers. Spike knows the sewers far better than you do. In addition, they have a distinctive odor about them. Spike's hypersensitive olfactory receptacles will be able to detect them much sooner than you would be able to on your own."

Sighing he smiled a tired, reassuring smile at her. "I understand why you aren't enthused about commissioning Spike's help. Lord knows he's an irritating little pillock, but in this case, I really think you would be wise to obtain his assistance."

Buffy felt trapped. She'd been able to avoid Spike for the past two weeks, ever since that night in the theater. That night when he...

Taking in a deep breath she pushed the memory of that night back down into the vault in her mind where she kept the things she didn't want to think about.

She had avoided any place where she thought she might run into him, although she knew she would have to resume patrol there eventually. And she would, just as soon as she stopped dreaming about that night. The dreams came every night. And so did she.

She was becoming increasingly jumpy on patrol. Every time a bush rustled, every time a twig snapped, she whirled around expecting to see the blond vampire smirking at her, cigarette dangling from those fingers, too knowing eyes staring at her.

And every time it wasn't him, she had to stomp on a niggling little worm of disappointment.

"Here, Buffy," Giles said, bringing her out of her reverie. "You'll have to pay him, so here's some money." Glancing out at the darkening sky he added, "You'd best go now. It's getting dark and the sooner you find and destroy these creatures the better."

Buffy extended a reluctant hand and accepted the cash. She really didn't want to do this.

***

Spike lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair watching human morons fight and argue on Jerry Springer. He enjoyed the violence even though he half suspected it was all put on. He became aware of her presence only seconds before she banged open the crypt door. Turning an impassive face toward her, he said, "Evenin' Slayer."

It had been a long two weeks for Spike, but he had been determined not to seek her out. He knew that he had gotten to her, really gotten to her, that night in the theater. And he decided his smartest move was to let her simmer.

And she would.

Spike had no fear that Riley "White Bread" Finn would be able to give her what Spike had. And now here she was, all tense and nervous and, his nose told him, ever so slightly aroused.

"Giles told me I need your help," she said without preamble.

"Is that right, Slayer? And just what do you need Spike's help for now?"

"There are Dorwold demons in the sewers."

Spike laughed. "Dorwolds? Your Watcher is worried about Dorwolds? They're harmless, pet. May eat a few puppies and kitties, but you humans are safe enough from them."

"Yeah, well, that's the problem. They are eating puppies and kitties. They're eating people's pets, Spike. Sometimes with the people still on the other end of the leash. So Giles wants me to take them out."

"And just why do you need me? Dorwolds aren't dangerous, pet, I just told you."

"I don't need you to help me fight them, Spike. I need you to help me find them. They live in the sewers. You know the sewers. I don't want to waste a lot of time tracking them."

Spike drew a long drag on his cigarette and looking at her with a half smirk on his face asked, "And just what are you willing to pay me to act as your scout, pet?"

Buffy held out her hand containing the cash and told him, "Fifty dollars."

Standing up Spike ground out his cigarette, went to the TV, turned it off, and then walked a few steps closer to her. He saw her tense as if deliberately keeping herself from fleeing. Stopping, he tilted his head to the left a little and murmured, "Sorry, pet. Not good enough."

Buffy glared at him and snapped, "Well, it's all I have, Spike, so take it or leave it."

"'S'not all you have."

"What do you mean?" Her voice sounded a little nervous now.

"What I mean is, I want something more, something...personal."

Buffy started to tremble just a little bit. Licking suddenly dry lips, she croaked out, "W-what do you mean, something personal?"

"What I mean, Buffy," he said drawing just a bit closer to her, "is that my fee for guiding you tonight is...a taste."

"A taste?" she squeaked. "Y-you want to bite me?" She lifted a shaking hand to her neck as if feeling for fang marks. Oh god, she knew this was a bad idea when Giles proposed it. She should never have come here. "You can't bite me, Spike, remember? Even if I was willing to let you bite me, which I'm not," she added with emphasis, "you couldn't because of your chip."

Spike eyes had tracked her hand when it rose to her neck and now he smiled a deep, sensuous smile at her, one that made her tremble even harder in reaction. One that made her a little wetter.

"Not your blood, Buffy, though I wouldn't say no if you offered it. But you have something else I want to taste."

With that he flicked his eyes down to her crotch and back up again, so quickly Buffy wasn't sure she had actually seen it. But her body was sure and reacted against her wishes. Her heartbeat sped up even more. Her panties grew even wetter.

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, it's the dream, it's the dream, it's the dream.

The litany pounded through Buffy's brain. She stared at Spike wide-eyed, unable to move, unable to speak.

Spike took in a deep breath of Slayer musk and moved closer. Buffy stood as if she had taken root. Reaching out, Spike drew a single finger softly down her face, her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach and finished off right below her belly button. "You let me taste you, Buffy," he said huskily, "and I'll guide you wherever you want."

"Spike," she whispered desperately trying to pull back, not succeeding.

Slipping one hand behind her head he gently pulled her to him and brushed his lips lightly over hers. "Just one little taste, Slayer." Moving his lips to her ears he whispered. "Well, that and the fifty dollars."

Before she could react, he moved back to her mouth and crushed his lips on hers. Buffy gasped and Spike took advantage to slip his tongue into her slightly opened mouth. The moan that escaped from the back of her throat made his erection pulse with need, but it wasn't the time yet for that greedy little bugger to get fed. No, this was a game that needed playing by degrees.

Pulling back, he looked into eyes dilated to nearly black and filled with lust and asked, "You willing to pay my price, Slayer?

Buffy closed her eyes, tried to regain control of herself, tried to push him away, tried to find the strength to just run away. Instead, she nodded.

Spike pulled her to him again kissing her deeply, triumphantly. Taking her hand, he led her to the ladder that led down to the lower level of his crypt. She followed, but all the while her brain was screaming at her to stop, run away, that this was insane. She ignored her brain. Her body was in complete control.

The room was lit with several candles that cast a soft glow over everything. Taking her hand again he let her to the bed that occupied one corner.

"You have a bed?" Buffy asked in surprise.

"Yeah, well I was with Harmony for a while, remember?"

Buffy pulled back a little looking at the bed with distaste. Spike snickered and said, "Relax, luv. I've changed the sheets since then."

Turning her to him, he brushed the hair away from her face, gently caressing her cheek. Bending down, he kissed her lightly, teasingly, waiting for the moment when she opened her lips to him and then plunging in. Buffy moved in closer to him, needing to feel his body pressed against hers. They kissed until Buffy pulled back, gasping for air. Spike released her and then moved his hands to her jacket, slipping it from her shoulders. Laying it down carefully on a nearby chest, he then took hold of the hem of her shirt and drew it slowly over her head. She wore a tiny lacy scrap of a bra, and Spike took his time looking at it.

Running the tips of the fingers of one hand over the tops of her breasts, he murmured, "Beautiful."

Pushing the bra down slightly, he reached in and freed one breast from confinement. Lowering his head he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked at it greedily. Buffy reached out and grabbed his arms in an attempt to keep from falling. Moving his hands behind her back, he unfastened the bra and stepping back, he drew it completely off her. His hands returned to her immediately, cupping her breasts, kneading them, carefully pinching the nipples and rolling them between finger and thumb. Once again taking a breast into his mouth, he nibbled and sucked at the nipple while his hand rubbed and pinched and caressed the other.

Buffy's breath was raspy; her body aching from the sweet torment Spike was giving her. When he pulled back and away from her she cried out and tried to pull his head back. Spike pulled her hands from his head and smiling told her, "Easy now, pet. There's more to come. Let's just get you more comfortable, shall we?"

Leading her over to the bed, he gave her a small shove that seated her on the edge. Kneeling in front of her he lifted one foot and removed the boot and sock. He rubbed the sole of her foot for a few minutes, then lifted it up to kiss it and set it down only to move to the other foot and repeat the procedure.

"Lay back, sweetheart," he murmured as his hands reached for the button on her slacks. Buffy obeyed, lifting her hips as he tugged the pants over her hips and down. Spreading her legs, he kissed his way up her thighs and then rubbed his nose in the damp spot on her panties.

"God, you smell so good, Buffy," he groaned. Lifting his head, he drew the panties down and off.

She lay before him naked and exposed. Standing up, he pulled off his shirt and then sitting down on the bed next to Buffy he tugged off his boots. Buffy propped herself up on one elbow and watched him.

"You're undressing?" she asked with just a hit of panic in her voice.

"No luv, just getting a little more comfortable," he reassured her.

Putting his arm under her legs, he swung her around on the bed until she was lying down. Lying next to her, he ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her tenderly on her forehead, eyes, cheeks and ending with a gentle kiss on her mouth.

"You're so beautiful, Buffy," he told her softly. Kissing her again, he ran his hand up and down the side of her body, and then cupping his hand around her waist, he pulled her tight up against him. She moaned from the feel of his naked chest pressed against her breasts and she became aware of his erection pressing against her. The feel of it made her ache with need.

No, she told herself. He's not going to do that. He's only going to...

"Oh god!"

He had moved and his mouth once again found her breast.

Spike's tongue swirled around the nipple of first one breast and then the other, pulling it into his mouth, sucking, nibbling, scraping blunt teeth against sensitive tip. Moving his head down he began a slow journey down her body, licking, teasing, tasting, every inch of exposed flesh. His erection was painful as it rubbed against his jeans and he surreptitiously unbuttoned them to allow his cock a little more room.

Buffy was writhing beneath him as he kissed his way down her body. It seemed every place he touched inflamed her more. She wanted to grab his head and push it between her legs. She wanted, no needed, him there to ease the ache that was becoming painful in its intensity. When he at last began kissing his way across her hipbones, she spread her legs in anticipation of the quenching coolness of his tongue on her inflamed clit.

When Buffy spread herself so eagerly for him, he had to clamp a tight control over himself to stop from tearing his jeans off and plunging into her. God he wanted to fuck her so badly. To feel her tight, wet flesh encase him. But this round of the game was hands and tongue only. He had set the stakes and she had called. He couldn't up the ante now.

He had meant to tease her a bit more, kiss his way up and down her thighs, make her beg him to lick her, suck her. But he couldn't wait any longer to taste her. He'd been dreaming of this for too long. Putting his hands on the lips of her pussy, he spread them open and enveloped her with his mouth.

Buffy cried out when he at last gave her what she needed. Lifting her knees slightly she thrust up her hips to give him better access. Her fingers clutched at the blankets that covered the bed as his head began moving between her thighs.

Spike's tongue twisted around the tender, swollen flesh of her clit drawing cries and moans from the girl. Tightening his lips, he sucked gently as his tongue played across the tip. Then opening his mouth wider again, his tongue slid down until he found her entrance. Pushing in he fucked her with his tongue, lapping at the creamy nectar that poured out of her. God she was so tasty he could eat her forever. Returning to her clit, he again sucked and licked and then pulling her legs up, he placed them over his shoulders.

Buffy thought for sure that he was going to kill her. He would bring her near to climax only to pull back, allowing her to cool off slightly before he began again. But when he inserted those magic fingers into her cunt, she knew that it would soon be over. Without hesitation, his fingers found the spot they were searching for and as he licked her clit, his fingers moved in syncopated rhythm.

As Buffy neared her climax, her hips thrust harder and harder into his mouth. The hand that wasn't massaging her g-spot slid up and began to fondle her breast, pulling gently at he nipple, rubbing it between thumb and finger. Buffy exploded like a Roman Candle.

Spike pulled his fingers out of her body even as his tongue continued to gently lick at her flowing come. When she had calmed slightly, he gave her one last tender lick across her clit and then moved up to lie beside her.

Buffy's eyes were closed, her heart pounding, her lungs pumping desperately for air. When she was finally able to open her eyes, she saw Spike beside her, propped on an elbow, her scent all over his slightly glistening face.

He smiled at her and asked softly, "You okay, love?"

"Yeah," was all Buffy could manage.

He moved slightly, wincing a little as if in pain, and Buffy looked down to see the head of his cock peeping out of the unbuttoned jeans. Looking up at him with wide eyes she saw him grimace as he muttered, "Sorry," and began to button the jeans again.

A desire came over Buffy that could not, would not, be denied. Reaching out to him, she grabbed the hand on the button and said, "No."

He looked at her in surprise, and then the surprise became astonishment when she lifted herself up on one elbow and pushed him down until he was lying flat on his back. Pushing his hand away from his jeans, she murmured, "I think I overpaid you. You owe me change."

Spike was mesmerized when, instead of fastening his jeans, she undid the zipper all the way allowing his cock to jump free of all bonds.

Buffy stared in amazement at the size of Spike's shaft. Long, but not too long. Thick, but not too thick. It was a thing of beauty, and Buffy touched it reverently. Spike shuddered when he felt her warm fingers glide along the length of his cock. What Buffy did next totally shocked him.

Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth. A strangled cry tore from his throat and he thrust his hips up, pushing his cock even further into her mouth. Buffy accepted it and began slowly sucking, running her tongue up and down the shaft, twirling it around the head, dipping the tip of her tongue into the small hole to taste the salty droplet nestled there. Her small, strong hands began a steady rhythm up and down the base of his
length.

Spike was sure he had died and somehow escaped his intended punishment to land in heaven. For surely, this could not be happening to him in reality. As Buffy took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, opening her throat to accept as much of him as she could, he nearly sobbed from the pleasure he was receiving. He would have been happy just to have been allowed to taste her, lick her, make her come. That she was returning the favor made him nearly delirious with joy.

Buffy lifted her head away from his cock, but before he could beg her to please continue, she ran her tongue up the sensitive vein on the back then slid her mouth down to pull his balls into her mouth and slide her tongue around them as she gently sucked. When she began nibbling gently all around his shaft he was done for. With a strangle cry, he poured himself out. Buffy quickly placed her mouth back over the tip of his cock catching every drop of come as it shot out, swallowing it down. When he had finished, when he lay there boneless and replete, she carefully cleaned his
softening shaft with her warm, wet tongue.

She moved back up to lie beside him, nestled in the crook of his arm. He looked at her with the smile of a man completely content and said, "That was wonderful, love. Thank you."

Buffy merely smiled a Cheshire Cat smile, snuggled herself more closely into his side, yawned and said, "Wake me in a hour. We still have demons to chase down. Okay?"

"All right."

Spike watched as his mortal enemy, his natural prey, cuddled against him and fell asleep.

He had never felt happier or more confused in his entire unlife. This little Slayer was going to be the death of him yet, one way or another. Smiling and pulling her even closer to him, he couldn't think of a better way to go.

The End