Summary: Buffy is a rich princess type, brought up by millionaire parents who care more for their reputations than for her. She meets Spike, an artist who's happy to work different jobs just to make a few bucks here and there. Of course, Buffy's parents don't exactly approve of their daughter's budding romance...How far will they go to stop them being together? And how far are Buffy and Spike prepared to go to do just that?
During the rest of the week Spike managed to come into the library every day at lunchtime since his shifts at the Magic Box were either early in the morning or for the early afternoon. He brought Buffy salads and baguettes from the local café so that she didn’t have to eat the school food. Buffy knew it was the sweet things Spike did such as this that made him so special. She refrained from telling him just how sweet she thought he really was though – unless she was feeling like being kissed fervently which was his only response to deny such a notion.
Hank and Joyce were thankfully busy most afternoons with their own affairs during the week as well, leaving Buffy lots of space to ‘study at Willow’s’. They spent most days after school kissing and groping on Spike’s bed while he tried to influence her musical tastes with bands that she was sure she’d never really understand. Several times, Spike would jump off the bed swiftly and grab a sketch pad while she was still laying there flushed and panting and begin drawing her, saying he’d never seen a more beautiful sight than Buffy on his bed looking well loved. Finally by the end of the week, Buffy couldn’t take the sexual frustration anymore. She told her parents on the Friday morning that she was spending the night at Willow’s after school to get started on a big project due on Monday.
Packing an overnight bag on the Friday morning, she thought back to her one, pretty pathetic, experience of sex. She’d slept with a guy named Angel from school, another of her dad’s little aspiring business men. The only difference between Angel and Riley was that she’d actually liked Angel at the time, until he told her the next morning that he didn’t really want to stick around after an experience like that. Buffy was crushed, until she thought back to it and recognized that while it might have been her first time, he was the one who had no clue what in the hell he was doing. It showed in the fact that he hadn’t gotten her off once. But that lousy four minutes aside, Buffy was insanely excited about the upcoming night with Spike. Up until now he’d been a perfect gentleman during the times that they’d been fooling around in his room. Well, not a perfect gentleman, but he definitely waited until she initiated anything more than kissing. Buffy packed a silky lavender robe into the bag, knowing that she’d have to be the one to initiate things tonight. It didn’t matter though – she loved that he respected her. Oh, the day was going to pass sooo slowly.
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“Mmmm, luv, so what’s the bag for?” Spike got out between kisses later on that afternoon.
“Oh you know, just took some extra stuff to school today.” She pulled away from him for a second, giggling at his pout.
“D’you mind if I use the bathroom? Just need to freshen up.”
“Go right ahead pet. I’ll just be in here.” She nodded and walked towards the connecting bathroom, taking her bag along with her. Okay, courage time. Shutting the door behind her, Buffy placed the bag down on the ground and unzipped it, pulling out the robe. She quickly undressed and slipped it on, tying it loosely around her waist and putting her old clothes in the bag. She stepped up to the mirror and pulled her hair out, letting it float naturally around her shoulders. Painting her lips with the gloss she’d brought and lengthening her lashes with mascara, she studied herself in the mirror. Yep, seduction central. She switched off the light and quietly opened the door. Spike was sitting on his bed, flipping through a magazine.
“Spike?” She said softly.
“Yeah, pet. Did you know that last week… oh good Christ.” His eyes widened and he gulped visibly, dropping the magazine to the floor. She was a vision. An angel. Standing there in his room, in front of him. She was wrapped in a tiny silk robe that barely cleared her thighs and showed her hard nipples noticeably.
“Kitten? Why…what are you doing?”
“I want you to do me a favour Spike.”
He didn’t answer, just nodded his head without blinking.
“I want you to draw a portrait of me. All of me, not just my face.”
“Okay sweetheart, I can do that.” Oh, so he could still manage to get words out. Good to know.
“Naked.”
Nope, the words were gone again.
His brain was in overload. He could barely handle seeing her in a robe and she wanted him to keep a hand steady enough to draw her naked? He hadn’t seen any part of her nude yet, and the thought that he’d be staring at her without touching for at least a couple of hours was pure torture.
“Spike? Can you do that? I’d really like you to. My parents think I’m spending the night at Willow’s.” Wow, she sounded really serious about it. Well, if that was what she wanted then who was he to deny her?
“Okay pet, I will. Just need to set up an area yeah?” He grabbed the covers off the bed and lay them on the ground, placing pillows down as well. He looked up at Buffy and motioned for her to join him. She took a deep breath and untied the robe, dropping it to the ground. This was a lot different to undressing eachother in the heat of the moment. And also the light was on. She couldn’t exactly hide anything. But by the look on his face it didn’t seem she needed to.
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Oh God, oh God, oh God. Bleedin’ buggering hell. She was naked. The girl of his dreams was standing naked in his room while he kneeled on the ground and stared at her. Oh good Christ look at that body. Tanned all over, perky breasts, a firm stomach. He tried not to stare at the neatly trimmed hair that led to the place he just wanted to bury himself in, but it was hard. Oh, and her legs. Who would’ve thought that such a short girl would have such beautiful legs? Okay, he needed to do something, *anything*, before he started spouting poetry at her.
“If you’ll just come and lie down here, I’ll position you in a way that will look best in a sketch.”
She nodded and walked over to him, dropping to the comfy little area he’d set up.
“Okay, just lie on your side with your head on that large pillow…uh huh…bend that knee slightly… yeah like that…drape that arm over your stomach, uh huh. That’s good. Are you comfy? Will you be able to stay like that for a while?” He seriously deserved a prize for speaking in a relatively normal voice and not just hauling her to him in a fit of passion. Of course, there was no way she couldn’t see the humungous erection that was currently making life very uncomfortable.
“Yeah, its very comfy.”
“Okay, the easel’s already set up so I can get started now. Let me know if you need to stop or something, okay kitten? This will take at least an hour, if not more.”
“Sure.” Buffy noticed that as soon as he started sketching, the passion in Spike’s eyes remained but was transferred to what he was doing. His arm moved almost constantly. Feeling his eyes on her body as he copied her form down on paper was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. Each part of her heated up as his intense gaze swept over her. Time had no meaning anymore, she wasn’t sure if minutes or hours had gone by. It was just so easy to get caught up in his passion. Eventually though his strokes slowed down and he looked up into her eyes.
“Finished, luv.” Spike’s voice was low and husky, sounding as if he hadn’t used it for days. He kept staring at her. There was no way she could just get dressed now, was there? Of course, if that’s what she wanted then he wouldn’t stop her, but a cold shower would definitely be in order.
Buffy stared back at Spike. Why wasn’t he moving? He’d finished the drawing and she was expecting to well ravaged by now. Hmmm. Clearly he needed some prodding.
“Spike, could you come over here and help…un-pose me? I’m all stiff.”
“Not as much as I am,” he mumbled, unfolding himself from his chair. She must have heard him though because she started chuckling, a low, seductive rumble.
Before he reached her, he started stripping out of his clothes. First off came the t-shirt, followed by his belt and jeans. Luckily he hadn’t been wearing his boots – his patience was down to its last thread at the moment. Buffy just lay there; fixing him with a hungry look that he knew must be reflected in his own eyes. Reaching the blankets he kneeled down and rolled her onto her back, laying half on top of her. He gently pressed his lips to hers, licking against the crease. He wanted to take this as slow as possible. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue, tangling her hands in his hair.
“You’re so beautiful pet, so utterly perfect.” He placed light kisses down the side of her jaw line and neck, making her arch up into him. His mouth continued its journey down, reaching a nipple that had been calling his attention to it for hours now. He sucked it into his mouth, rolling the other nipple between his fingers as she cried out. He kissed his way across her chest and took it into his mouth while one hand slipped down her body, caressing her soft stomach before reaching between her legs to find her clit. Spike moved his whole body down, settling himself with his head between her thighs. Buffy’s head shot up in consternation.
“Wha?”
“Just relax, gorgeous. I’m going to taste you; it’ll feel good I promise. Trust me?”
She nodded but remained slightly tense. He leant in and licked between her lips slowly, still rubbing her clit with his thumb.
“Ohhh, Spike!” Her body loosened up immediately as she shivered.
“Mmmm hmmm.” The rumble of his lips against her caused an amazing sensation as he slipped a finger inside her, pressing his tongue to her clit and sucking it into his mouth. He could tell that her arousal had been building up for a while and she wasn’t going to last long so he slid in another finger and immediately went for her spongy g-spot and simultaneously sucked harder on her nubbin.
“Spike!! You… ooh ohhh!!” Her juices poured out onto his tongue as he pulled his fingers out. She tasted so sweet, but his need to be inside her fully was at breaking point. Swiftly pulling himself up her body he stared into her eyes for a second and she nodded.
“Spike, please, I need you inside me now.” He couldn’t have waited another second anyway, thanking God that she was on the pill. There was no way he’d have been able to search for a condom in his state. He settled his hips quickly between her thighs and placed his arms on either side of her head. She gasped as his large cock head filled her, steadily followed by the rest of his length. He took it as slow as he could, finding her to be incredibly tight and not wanting to cause her any pain. Finally he was buried all the way in, gasping at the sensation. He looked down at his little goddess. She was staring up at him so trustingly, her eyes huge. She was gazing at him with what looked like pure, unadulterated love in her eyes. It felt like his heart was being squeezed in a vice. No one had ever looked at him that lovingly before.
“You okay, baby? Can I start moving?” She nodded and clutched his arms.
He pulled out fairly slowly almost all the way, then thrust back in quickly. Buffy threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. He did it again and continued the quick rhythm that soon had her hips meeting his at every thrust as her legs rose up to wrap around him. He scrunched his eyes closed as he moved; the sight of her alone was almost enough to make him come. Eventually he felt her inner muscles start to flutter and her breath speed up. Angling his thrusts until he was hitting the spot that made her gasp with every hit, he reached down and rubbed her clit firmly. Her eyes screwed up as she came hard and fast, screaming his name. Spike followed quickly, shooting his load inside her as her body was still jerking. Her legs unwrapped from around his waist as they collapsed completely in exhaustion. Eventually he pulled out, managed to stand up and grabbed a warm washer from the bathroom. He brought it back in and cleaned up her thighs, then scooped her up and carried her over to the bed, pulling out the covers and placing her under them. Turning off the lights, he padded back over and climbed in as well, wrapping his arms around her.
“Mmmm, night Spike.”
“Night, my gorgeous girl. Hope you have sweet dreams luv.”
“You too.”
“Oh I don’t need to anymore, baby. You just made them all come true.”
Buffy giggled softly as she drifted off to sleep, Spike following close behind.