Blue - The Bronze - Chapter 2

Pushing the door open and walking in to the bathroom, Buffy found herself caught around the waist from behind by large strong hands. Before she could even gasp, she was in a stall and was being slammed noisily against the partition.

"Spike!" Coming to her senses slightly she tried to protest about his move, but there was something incredibly hot about being in the girls toilets with him.

Kissing down her jaw and suckling gently on her skin where he found her pulse closest to the surface, Spike kicked the door shut and with a firm swift movement bolted it.

"Stop…" Buffy moaned quietly in a weak attempt to bring the situation under control. Even on the brink of lust-fuelled sex, she was about to say 'it's wrong.'

Biting back her words, she concentrated on the feeling of Spike suckling her neck, not even pausing to think whether he was going to leave a mark. His hands were slowly covering every inch of her, possessively snaking over all the curves of her body. Running them down her back, he slid them up under her shirt and around to her front where he cupped her breasts.

They paused as they heard the door swing open; Spike squeezed her breasts slightly and watched her bite her lip. Buffy needed to moan, the sensation of him kneading her breasts was driving her insane, this whole situation was driving her insane--as fantasy fulfilling as sex in a public bathroom was it seemed to be nearly impossible.

As the door swung open again Buffy looked up at Spike, he read her eyes clearly and nodded to reassure her that the only signature he could find in the room was hers.

"Oh god…" She couldn't stop herself now. Grasping his hair, she pulled him off her neck and reaffixed his hungry lips to hers.

Fiercely smashing his mouth against hers, Spike ground into her with his hips and was surprised when she hopped up and wrapped her legs about him. Moving one hand so it grasped her backside, he held her tight against the wall and ground into her again; she moaned softly into his mouth.

Desperately needing to feel her flesh against his Spike lowered her feet to the ground and moved his hands to her top, deftly unbuttoning it he eased it off her shoulders and placed it on top of the closed toilet seat. His hands coursing up her back he unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms; Buffy's hands rushed to cover herself but Spike caught her wrists.

"Don't hide from me, love--you're beautiful." He tilted his head slightly to one side and looked her over. Her small round breasts and taut stomach were divine.

As he stared at her, she chewed her lip; letting her hands fall away slowly she felt that wild fire heat coursing through her again. Spike smiled at the sight of her hardening nipples. Bending his head he captured one in his mouth, while his hand moulded itself around her other breast.

"Mmm…ooh…" Buffy leant her head backwards against the wooden partition. He tugged harder on her nipple as he suckled it, and she couldn't stop her fingers from weaving into his hair and holding him to her.

Running his tongue in slow teasing circles around her hard peaks, Spike let his hands slip to her waist and start to undo her trousers. Pausing for a moment, he waited for her to stop him. When she only groaned quietly, he unbuttoned them and slid them gently down her legs. Following his movements with his mouth, Spike kissed down her stomach and ran his tongue around her navel; her fingers tensed slightly in his hair.

He planted wet kisses down her thigh as he slipped her feet from her trousers one by one. Taking a long deep breath, he could sense her arousal. Depositing her clothing on the toilet seat with her top, Spike kissed back up to her crotch and nuzzled it with his nose--he could feel her heat and taste her in his mouth. As Buffy let out a long, low moan Spike felt his need for her grow out of control. Hooking his hands around her knees, he lifted her up against the partition and ground against her arousal.

"God…Spike…" She let her head fall forwards so it was resting against his neck, her arms wrapping around him as she kissed and licked it.

Grinding against her again he could feel her heat radiating through his jeans. Spike pressed his body hard into hers as he licked and suckled her neck, nipping at it slightly with his blunt teeth. Buffy felt like she was burning up and his cool body was the only cure for her. Tugging impatiently, she pushed his duster off his shoulders and Spike took the hint.

As he backed away from her, she found herself exposed again, naked except for her panties and socks. Her hands moving to cover herself, they stopped as he arched a brow at her.

Setting his duster down on the seat with the rest of Buffy's clothes, Spike slipped his red shirt off and then pulled his t-shirt off over his head. When he found Buffy's large green eyes roaming over his chest, he smiled and licked his teeth.

"Like what you see?" He purred at her while his hands moved to his belt.

Buffy nodded slowly--he was beautiful. Creamy pale skin stretched smoothly over his well-defined muscles and intricate little scars weaving their way across him, reminding her how dangerous this man could be. She felt a thrill course up her spine, radiating outwards and tingling along her every nerve. As Spike dropped his pants, the tingling turned into a prickly heat, her skin humming to be against his. Licking her lips Buffy stared at his straining erection, now free from its cage, and Spike took a step towards her. She was fascinated with it as she ran her hand down his length and around then back up again; it felt silky soft under her touch, not cold but not warm either.

"Oh god…you're killing me…" Spike moaned as her hot little hand encircled his thick cock and rubbed him slightly. She was burning him with her touch.

Feeling a little more confident as Spike groaned under her fingers, Buffy let her other hand play on his chest and abdomen, tracing the peaks and valleys of his muscles as they tensed under her fingers. Leaning forwards, she planted warm sloppy kisses against his firm skin, working her way slowly downwards to his navel. Letting her fingers leave his cock she cupped his balls slightly and moved them in her hand, wiggling them until she heard Spike gasp up above her and his hand rub her back.

Leaning back so her buttocks were pressed again the partition Buffy ran her tongue around his soft head and smiled when it went firm at her touch. Encircling it, she lowered her lips around him and sucked his cock until he moaned with desire.

"Unngh…Buffy…"

"Yes?" She looked up at him and their eyes met.

"Want you…" He ground out from between clenched teeth, catching her chin with his hand, he pulled her up to him and kissed her hard.

Buffy moaned into this mouth and felt his hard on press against her stomach.

"Mmm…want you…" Spike sighed lazily as he moved his kisses slowly down her neck. "Take off your panties."

As he backed away she realised what he was up to; if she took off her panties herself then it meant she wanted this as badly as he did and she wouldn't be able to blame him for what was happening between them--fine with her.

Buffy hooked her fingers into her panties and shimmied them down her legs then put them on the pile. Standing there in nothing but her socks, she smiled awkwardly; he grinned at her, and then closed the gap between them once again.

Licking his lips he pressed them back against hers, sharing hot passionate kisses as their tongues met and teeth clashed. Spike ran his hand over her stomach and into her slippery folds, her arousal coating his fingers, and he grew harder over the feeling of her heat. Parting her nether lips slightly he ran his fingers up her again and squeezed her nub. Her hips bucked at his action and Spike quickly decided now wasn't the time for foreplay--that could come later.

Lifting her up against the partition Spike felt her legs wrap around him as he positioned his cock at her entrance, her slippery juices already running down his length where it touched her.

"Spike…" Buffy mewled at him, her need to feel him inside her growing with every passing second--it was unbearable.

He couldn't resist her anymore. Grasping her hips tightly, he lowered her onto his erection and she let out a long breathy moan that lasted from the moment he entered her until their hips finally met.

"So…tight…hot…" Spike pressed her up against the partition and panted hard into her chest, his forehead resting against the warm skin of her throat.

"Cold…" Buffy wriggled a little and Spike pulled back with a slight look of horror on his face.

"Can't help it…"

"Not you…you feel good…the wall…" She wriggled slightly again and stopped when Spike's eyes rolled shut--if she kept doing that he was never going to remedy the situation.

"Here, you'll warm up soon enough, love, but until then…"

Leaning over and yanking her shirt free from their pile of clothes Spike handed it to her then held onto her ass tightly as she slipped it on, he chuckled softly at the sight of her fumbling with it even as he was inside her. When she was safely protected from the cold of the wall, she smiled and pulled his mouth to hers.

Spike gave her and experimental stroke of his hips and she moaned slightly. He couldn't quite get over just how heated and tight she was. He could feel her juices running down his balls and they tickled him as he thrust up inside her again.

"More…" Buffy moaned softly into this mouth, and it was like she'd whispered a command that he was powerless to resist. He grasped her hips tightly and shoved her hard against the partition.

Burying himself in her with each long stroke, Spike ground her harder against the flimsy wall, his mouth bruising hers with deep passionate kisses. Buffy wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and held his lips against hers, her other hand hooking itself over the top of the partition and grasping it tightly as he pounded into her.

Ignoring the sound of the partition complaining under their joint strength Spike growled low and deep; she felt amazing as she surrounded his cock, encasing him in her velvety depth. Her skin was sweet under his roaming mouth, now sucking and nipping at her throat as he delved into her.

"Unghh…more…Spike…ooh…more…" Her voice was a throaty whisper as she tried to encourage him to go deeper inside her. She wanted to feel his whole length filling her up with each luscious stroke.

Tensing her muscles up to get a real feel for him she breathed out harshly as each meeting of their hips caused his tip to strike her spot, squeezing her legs tight around his waist she couldn't help giggling when he grunted by her ear.

"Fuck…hot little Slayer…tight little Buffy…fuck…ungh…so tight…so wet…delicious…"

She wasn't quite sure if he was talking about her pussy or her neck when he said the last word, but she didn't get the opportunity to ask because there was a sudden rush of music as the bathroom door swung open. Spike stilled his hips and stared into Buffy's eyes. She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from giggling.

Listening hard he kept his eyes locked with hers--they were so much greener when she was smiling. He stroked her hair softly as they waited, revelling in how silky it felt as it ran through his fingers.

"…And I said to him he was a fool to be looking out for her anyway--what's she got that I haven't?"

Buffy recognised the voice as some girl from her psych class. Trying to ignore the voices, she recaptured Spikes mouth and felt him move softly inside her. She tensed up around him, making the gentle movements as fulfilling as possible, keeping their fire burning until the two girls disappeared.

"She's a total bitch…and that dorky red head she hangs around with, I mean…"

She froze and Spike stilled his hips again, frowning in recognition that the girls were talking about the precious beauty that was currently in his arms.

"Not a bitch…" Spike whispered sweetly in her ear and felt her ease slightly. It was all he could do; in reality, he wanted to walk out into the bathroom and tear their heads off for talking about her that way.

"Totally…it's like the pair of them are just so…ugh…don't know what Riley thought he saw in her…she's plain…"

"You're beautiful…" Spike whispered to her as he met her eyes.

"…She's dumb…"

"Smart…resourceful…" He smiled at her as she smiled back, recognising that he was being honest with her and not just trying to make her feel better; she wriggled against his cock to reward him.

"…She's weak…"

"Strong…graceful…bloody tight…" Spike gave her a sheepish look as he thrust up slightly. Turning with her held tight against him, he moved her to the tiled wall and pressed her up against it.

"…She's so not worth it…let's go--the boys will be getting bored…" They listened to the door slamming shut.

"You're worth everything, precious…divine creature that you are…" Raining soft kisses down on her face, he felt her fingers stroke his cheek and her hips move against his.

"Spike…" Buffy mumbled as she met his gaze. "You're…I'd say sweet but I think you'd kill me…kinda wonderful when you let the real you out to play…"

Hearing her tell him he was wonderful made Spike swear that he'd let the real him out whenever they were alone together. He felt himself harden further as she kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his and her warm breath invading his mouth.

"Buffy…" Spike growled quietly as he thrust up into her again, picking up his rhythm of long deep strokes.

The blushing girl in his arms leant her head into his neck and nipped at him, Spike grinned and nipped her in response, causing her to moan hotly into his ear. Kissing back up and along her jaw, Spike reaffixed himself to her mouth and pulled her hips harder against his, delving into her as deeply as he could go, his balls hitting her with each stroke and his pelvic bone rubbing against her.

"Unghh…Spike…need you…Spike…ungh…oh…oh…more…" Feeling tingles every time their hips met, Buffy leant her head back and parted her mouth softly, her fingers grasping his bare shoulders tightly.

"Buffy…Buffy…my hot little girl…hot little Buffy…ugh…ungh…want…need…cum…" Spike rained kisses down on her collarbones and lost himself in her, her muscles tightened about him and he could feel his length straining, balls starting to ache for release.

"Spike…sweet…sexy…cum for me…with me…unghhoooh…" Buffy panted hard as Spike gave her everything he had, stroking her long and deep with his cock and hitting her sweet spot with every thrust.

"Try…fuck…" Unable to say anything else, he felt Buffy tighten her thighs about him again, her feet pulling him harder against her, her muscles milking him for all he was worth.

His skin was cool against her burning flesh. She savoured the taste of it under her lips as she rained kisses down upon his cheeks and mouth. The feeling of him moving inside her, filling her up and sating her desire with everything he had was overwhelming. His tip repeatedly struck her spot as he pounded her harder into the wall. Fingernails grasping him roughly and digging into his flesh she met his eyes again; his jaw was clenched as he concentrated on thrusting into her.

"Close…close…Spike…make me…make me…" As she felt his cock delve up into her deeply, she wrung it tightly with her muscles. His pelvis struck her clit at the same time his cock struck her inside, and she felt the tingles in her stomach explode and ride out along every nerve in her. She moaned hot and breathy into his mouth as she pulled it to hers while her orgasm ripped through her. "Cum…unghhh…oh Spike…"

As she came hard on his cock Spike kissed her deeply, revelling in her taste and her inner walls trembling around his length, her juices coating him as he slid into her. Pressing her harder against the wall, he felt her tighten up around him, her kisses hungry and passionate still. Willing himself to hold back Spike pushed her roughly against the tiles and ground into her harder, as deep as he could go and she moaned harshly at him. Teasing her nipples with his fingers Spike dipped his head and suckled the pulse point on her neck as he pounded into her. His cock strained for release but he held it back, wanting to tease her into a second climax.

Buffy lost control--it was divine. She was still riding out the waves of one orgasm as the next approached--she could feel it building inside her, tingling with prickly heat in her stomach. Grasping Spike tight against her neck, she clawed at his flesh with her fingernails. He growled in response and nipped at her, only this time she realised his teeth weren't blunt. Drawing a tiny amount of blood Spike gave her what she was really craving, a little pain to add to her pleasure.

Satisfied that he hadn't really hurt her, Spike licked her neck before closing his mouth around the scratch. At first Buffy stiffened against him, a frown etched on her face, but as he continued suckling her skin she realised he couldn't have made much of an incision since he was having to pull hard to get any blood. The pain and thrill it sent through her joined in her abdomen and heightened the feeling of him moving inside her, pounding into her with long, quick strokes.

Spike grinned as he sucked on her neck. Her body was quivering against him as he pushed into her again. Plucking and teasing her nipple with his fingertips he held her backside tightly with one hand, and as she moaned low and harsh he couldn't take anymore.

Grasping her buttocks tightly in both hands, Spike sucked on her neck hard, thrusting into her with deep hard strokes and feeling her breath against his throat. Buffy screwed her eyes shut and held him tight in her legs, feet locking together around his backside and pushing him into her.

"More Spike…more…harder…need you…suck me…my blood…"

Through the foggy haze of the build up to his orgasm, Spike registered her words and sucked harder on her skin. As he used his incisors to nip at her throat again, Spike growled deeply. Buffy's inner walls were trembling and contracting around him--he pushed up inside her and started to cum with her.

"Buf…fy…"

"Oh…god…unghh…god…Spike…" Bucking her hips slightly she felt every muscle in her shuddering. A warm, sedated feeling ran in her veins and she felt his cock throbbing inside her, spilling his seed with each slowing thrust of his hips.

Resting their foreheads together, they panted hard, neither one quite believing that Spike's biting her had caused her to orgasm. Bodies still locked together, Spike licked her neck softly, purring slightly as he did so. Buffy smiled and leant her head to one side, letting him run his tongue over the wound and clean it. The sound of his purring caused her to feel warm inside and closer to him than she thought was possible.

Pulling back, he smiled into her eyes and she sighed.

"Suppose we should get back…"

His face fell slightly and he pulled out of her.

"You know…" Buffy started but bit her lip. Needing a little courage, she intertwined her fingers with his then looked up at him. "Giles has a lock on his bathroom door…"

Spike let a smile twitch on his lips. Dipping his head he caught her already bruised lips in his and briefly crushed them again.

"What are we waiting for?" He arched a brow and handed her panties to her. "Let's go play in Rupert's bathtub--he has a nice set of chains."

Buffy giggled and slipped her clothes on, watching Spike as he dressed hurriedly. Stepping out of the stall, she checked for signs of life but there was only her. Leading him out by the hand she stopped when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. There was a welt on her neck that was rapidly turning a violent shade of purple.

"Spike!" She turned around and looked at him, and he smiled innocently.

"Just say the commando blokes did it. I can't help it if you like being bitten."

"I do not." Buffy tried to pull her collar up to hide it, and soon gave up.

"Right…because you coming when bitten meant you hated it."

"Smart ass." Slipping her hand into his, she pulled him down for a kiss.

"Buffy…" He paused and she looked up at him; he let his smile turn mischievous. "…Any chance of seeing the bathroom at your house? I mean, once we're done with Rupert's…"

She watched him arch his brow and wriggle it suggestively; giggling she smoothed his collar out. "Oh, you'll be seeing a lot of my bathroom once you convince me to let you roam free on grounds of good behaviour. Maybe my bedroom, too…"

Buffy smiled sweetly at him and watched his eyes grow hot as his lips curled into a wide smile.

"I'll be good…I'll be very good." Spike purred into her ear as he lead her out of the girls bathroom, nuzzling her neck the whole time. "Just you wait and see…"

Walking out of the Bronze together they both smiled at each other as they passed the magic shop--there was one place they didn't plan on going into ever again.

Buffy stared at the dress in the wedding shop window; Spike caught her look and arched a brow.

"And in my defence, Wind beneath my wings happens to be a very pretty song…" She smiled wide at him.

"Don't even go there, love…" His brow remained lifted as he watched her lips pout up at him.

"But…"

"Not listening…"

"Oh, and your suggestion was infinitely better?" Waiting for him to bite, Buffy stroked her thumb against his hand.

"What's wrong with the Ramones?" He rose to the bait without even realising what she was up to.

"There's a question with a million answers…" Buffy rolled her eyes and giggled.

"Silence…" He chided her and she pouted again. "Not too old to go over my knee you know…"

"Is that a promise? And I was just saying…"

"Right…that's it…" Catching her around the waist Spike kissed her long and deep so she couldn't speak. When he let her go, she smiled dazedly.

"Where was I?" Buffy giggled up at him and held his hand tightly.

"Something about chaining you up…" He watched her frown slightly and switched tactics. "Or was it chaining me up and riding me like a prize stallion?"

"Oh…that was definitely it." Licking her lips at the thought of him trussed up in the bathtub, she quickened her pace and smacked his backside hard. "Giddy up, horsey."

And he did.

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