Blue - The Bathroom - Chapter 2

Buffy smiled as Giles opened the door and then held it open for her, letting her walk into his apartment. She ignored the look on his face as she breezed past him, his brows rising as he took in what she was wearing--it was a hot day out, a perfectly reasonable excuse for her clothing or lack thereof.

Waving a hand at Willow where she sat on the couch reading a book, she smiled as she heard Spike complaining about the TV.

"How's the English patient today?" Buffy turned to look at Giles and he frowned.

Everyone fell silent.

"Deceptively quiet." Giles muttered as he looked towards the bathroom.

Buffy listened hard and realised that since she had spoken Spike had gone quiet.

"I'll go check on him." She flashed a brilliant smile and bounced off towards the bathroom.

"Well, she's in a good mood this morning." Giles commented to Willow as she looked in the direction her friend had gone.

"Must have got some sleep, ooh…maybe it's the thought of being able to forget what happened between her and Spike." Willow smiled broadly and pointed to the book in front of her.

"Maybe." Giles turned away from Willow and sipped his tea as he kept his eyes fixed on the archway that lead to the bathroom.


Buffy poked her head around the bathroom door, keeping her body hidden behind it as she watched Spike's head slowly swivel to face her, his eyes smiling at her.

"Morning, pet." He grinned and she felt her knees weaken slightly.

"Need a little entertainment?" She raised her brows and watched him suck his cheeks into a wider grin.

"Wouldn't say no."

Buffy smiled wickedly as she listened to Giles and Willow discussing the spell and the ingredients they needed from the Magic Box. Winking at him, she turned and left the room.


"Buffy?" Giles was picking up his glasses and his keys as she walked back into the room. "We're going to get the ingredients we need, we'll make sure we get plenty just in case something goes wrong and we may be a while because I need to pick some things up in town."

"Okay." Buffy said chirpily as she watched him walk towards the door. She turned to find Willow next to her.

"Sorry I can't do anything stronger than a draught, I'm just not advanced enough yet…wish I could…" Willow furrowed her brows and Buffy smiled reassuringly as she hugged her friend.

"I'll be fine with a draught." She released Willow from her grasp and smiled as she watched her leave the apartment, closing the door behind her and finally leaving her alone with Spike.


Smiling wickedly, Buffy pushed the bathroom door wide open and waltzed in. Her stomach buzzed as she felt his eyes settle on her, raking over her body as he sat chained in the bathtub.

Spike let his eyes narrow as he took in the sight of her; she was wearing a little pale blue spaghetti strap top and the smallest white skirt he'd ever seen. He quickly realised he'd seen it before, she had been wearing it the night he'd crashed the parents evening at her school.

"Hello, love." Spike purred as he looked at her skirt and her long tanned legs.

Turning around, Buffy locked the door behind her and started walking towards him.

Without uttering a word, she unlocked the chains around his ankles and wrists, hauling him out of the tub and making him lay on the cold tiles of the floor before chaining him back up. Spike didn't protest; he just let her do what she wanted with him.

When he was secure, stretched out on the floor with his hands above his head and chained to the leg of the bathtub, she stood above him with her feet either side of his hips. Hitching her short skirt up she revealed her lack of underwear to him and felt a thrill run through her body as he growled up at her.

Spike hardened quickly at the sight of her curly mound, bare and glistening with desire. He tugged on the chains, trying to reach her where she stood looking down at him, when he failed he settled for narrowing his eyes on hers and growling again.

Buffy licked her lips as her body flushed with a prickly heat, her desire coursing through her veins and making her wetter for him each time he gave a low rumble in his throat. Running her hands down over her stomach, she swept them over her mound and down her thighs as she locked her eyes with his; his heated look became so intense that she could feel it.

Licking her lips again she slowly knelt astride his chest and kissed him languidly, teasing him with her tongue as he managed to get his hands into a position where he could capture her cheeks with them. Sighing into his mouth, she felt her stomach twist and tighten; her arousal reaching boiling point as she thought about all the things she could do with him. Pulling away from him, she smiled wickedly before moving to straddle his face. She listened to him growl with desire underneath her and savoured the way it tickled her pussy.

Buffy gasped as the cold chains around his wrists brushed against her inner thighs, sending a sweep of chills coursing up them to her chest. She felt him part her nether lips gently and dart his tongue in, circling her arousal as she closed her eyes.

Grasping his hair with one hand and the edge of the tub with the other, Buffy pushed her nub into his mouth and sighed when he started to lick and suckle it, his tongue expertly dancing around it. She let her head hang forwards as he moved below her, licking and teasing her as he glided his tongue towards her slick opening.

Spike inhaled deeply as he reached the entrance to her velvety depths, breathing in the sweet scent of her desire for him and savouring the delicious taste of her warm juices as he remembered what they had done in the Bronze last night. Wrapping his arms around her thighs as best he could he held her still as he slowly circled her opening, gently picking up speed before pushing his tongue up deep inside her.

"Spike…oh…god…" Buffy moaned hoarsely and gripped the bathtub tightly, her eyes screwing shut as he wriggled his tongue inside her before pulling it out. She protested to its absence. "More…"

He grinned before sliding his tongue into her again, slowly licking her and fucking her with it as he held her still against his mouth, his fingers grasping her thighs possessively.

Buffy breathed out slowly, enjoying the feeling of his tongue pumping her and the chains biting into her flesh. She ground against his mouth and moaned loudly as he sucked against her opening, luring her juices out of her before he pushed his tongue back up inside. She couldn't get enough of the quiet growls he was eliciting, the way he seemed to be desperately trying to lick up and taste all of her juices and his dominant grip on her thighs.

Writhing on his face she let her head fall backwards and as he growled beneath her she leant back on one arm, her other one reaching out for his cock, rubbing his hard on where it was caged in the restrictive material of his jeans, straining to get out.

Spike growled into her pussy as he felt her hands stroking his cock, he bucked his hips up and pushed his tongue deeper inside her, trying to make the most of what was happening and thankful that he didn't have to breathe so he could do this to her.

Arching her back, Buffy concentrated on the feeling of Spike growling as he devoured her, his fingers digging into her thighs she closed her eyes and felt her climax fast approaching. As he pushed his tongue up inside her and wriggled it, she lurched forwards, her body convulsing as she came against his mouth. She held his head tightly as he greedily lapped up her spending, his hands still holding her to his face and not letting her go until he was done.

Buffy panted softly as she leant forwards, removing her pussy from his mouth and easing down his body so she could kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. Feeling partially sated she continued to move down his body until she was by his knees, she licked her lips and slowly unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erection. Running her fingers down its silken length she felt her desire for him growing again, his cock twitched under her touch and she knew he could smell her arousal.

Tugging his jeans down around his knees, she worked her way back up his body and straddled him, holding his cock in position by her slick opening and watching the look of fascination on his face. Buffy smiled as she gently sunk down onto his hard length, enjoying the feeling of it easing into her and filling her up as well as the look on his face. His eyes rolled shut and his brows furrowed, lips parting softly as she wriggled, burying his cock in her as deep as it would go.

"Hello…" Buffy breathed as she arched her back, concentrating on the feel of him inside her as she gave him a long slow stroke of her pelvis. "You big bad boy…"

"Buffy…" Spike met her eyes and curled his fingers up, tugging on the chains again and feeling ready to burst inside her.

"Nu huh…" She shook her head and smiled mischievously. "Prize stallion, remember? You can't cum until I say so."

"Oh god…" Spike breathed and screwed his face up as she moved sharply down on his cock; pushing it hard into her heated depths and making her muscles clench him. His smile turned wide and appreciative as he looked up at her. "…My wicked little girl."

Buffy struggled against the wave of heat his look and words caused to dance through her, desperately trying to stifle the blush that started at her toes and reached her cheeks in a split second, turning them as red as her smeared lip-gloss.

Taking a long deep breath and focusing on letting go and being wicked, Buffy narrowed her eyes on his.

"You can do it…" She started moving against him, her hands tugging on her top and pulling it off over her head, revealing her juicy ripe breasts to him.

Spike nodded as he swallowed noisily, enthralled by her naughtiness as she exposed her breasts and ran her fingers over her nipples, rolling them between her fingertips.

He watched her toying with them as she built a rhythm up between them, her breasts bouncing as she pounded his cock hard. She looked divine as she rode him, flinging her head backwards and pressing her hands against his stomach as she stopped teasing her nipples. Her breasts wobbled in time with her movements, her muscles clenching his cock as she flicked her hair out of her face. He couldn't help grinning as she moaned loudly, his cock pushing up deeper inside her as he moved his hips in time with hers, meeting her on every down stroke. The way she was riding him had him captivated, she was going hell for leather on his cock, pounding him hard into the cold tiles of the bathroom floor and he realised he loved seeing her like this--getting pleasure from him, being with him.

Biting his lip, he staved off his desire to cum and thrust up harder inside her, reminding her of the power he commanded.

"Oh…ungh…Spike…" Buffy leant forwards again and closed her eyes as his cock slipped into her and then out again as she writhed against him.

She wanted more, wanting him deeper, harder inside her still. She wanted to keep pounding him until she was sore in all the good ways, until he was sore in all the good ways. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back again and teased her nipples as she looked down at him, meeting his eyes and clearly seeing how he was holding off for her, trying to be the marathon man she asked him to be.

Feeling his hard length thrusting inside her and filling her up she kept her eyes fixed on his as she clenched her muscles around him, milking his cock. She slowed their movements, making her strokes longer and closing her eyes, letting her mouth fall open as her stomach tightened. She kept her muscles tensed around his length as she rode him, enjoying the slight edge of pain it gave her as she pushed back down onto his hard cock.

Digging her fingernails into his stomach, she flung her head back as she bit her lip and pounded him hard again, wanting release so she could move onto the next part of her plan.

Looking down at him through half closed eyes she smiled and moved her hips in a slow figure of eight.

Spike met her eyes.

"Want to see…" His lips twitched into a nervous smile for a split second as she locked eyes with his, not breaking her rhythm.

"Want to…see what?" Buffy breathed heavily, trying not to lose her stride and the delicious feeling he was giving her.

"See you…when you cum." Spike leant his head back, his eyes becoming hooded.

"Oh god…" Buffy moaned as a heat like a volcano erupted in her stomach--he wanted to see her, wanted to look in her eyes and see how he made her feel.

She obeyed him silently, surrendering her dominance to comply with his command, knowing that it would have taken him time to build the courage to ask so it clearly meant a lot to him.

Leaning forwards, she coursed her hands slowly up his arms and over his manacles to his hands, locking fingers with him as she continued to rock her hips against him. She bought her head level with his, kissing him briefly and then drawing back so their eyes met.

Buffy gasped as she saw his eyes, clear blue and wide with wonder as he looked up into hers, his expression soft as he bit his lip in an attempt to keep control.

Keeping her eyes open, she let him see in them all the feelings and emotions he was inspiring in her. As she felt the tightness in her stomach evaporate, she was surprised by the force and suddenness of her orgasm; the waves of warmth and prickly tingles spreading through her like wildfire and causing her whole body to throb with satisfaction.

"Ungh…god…Spike…" She moaned breathily as her muscles milked his cock and her hips slowed until she was just sitting astride him. She breathed heavily as she remained focused on his eyes and he narrowed them on her, his cock pushing deeper inside her as he raised his hips.

Buffy smiled, a small nervous feeling settling in her stomach over the emotions she'd seen playing out in his eyes and the feelings she'd allowed to play out in hers.

Spike arched a brow, wanting nothing more than to be allowed to cum and needing to see again the beautiful things she'd shown to him.

Lifting her leg up she turned slowly, keeping his cock still inside her as she moved to face away from him and grasped hold of his thighs.

"Fuck…" Spike grunted over the change of position, it was tighter than anything inside her and he hoped she wasn't going to make him wait long.

"Mmm…" Buffy moaned and untied her skirt, revealing her backside to him and listening to him growl as she arched her back.

Steadying herself she rotated her hips against his, adjusting to how hard he felt inside her and how this position made her feel more filled with his cock. Holding onto her thighs she raised her hips and then sunk down on his length again, slowly building a rhythm up that had Spike grunting each time their hips met.

He frowned and dug his fingers into the chains as he watched the muscles of her back dancing and the soft peachy curve of her backside as they moved against each other. He moaned loudly over the sight of his length delving into her heated core and it seemed to drive Buffy on. As she moaned loudly in response and arched her back, he thrust up hard and deep inside her while trying desperately not to cum.

Buffy bit her lip, suppressing the moan she wanted to let free and knowing that his thrust had been his way of telling her off for making him want to cum. Reaching a hand down between his thighs, she stroked his balls and heard him growl deeply. She ran her fingers over them, feeling her juices coating them and how tight they were.

Increasing the speed of her movements, she closed her eyes and swallowed repeatedly as she felt the tip of his cock striking deep inside her, hitting all the right places. She flung her head back and writhed on his cock as he thrust up inside her, keeping their rhythm steady as she started to tire. Licking her lips she squeezed his balls gently with one hand while her other one teased her nipples into hardened points.

Spike watched her round backside as she rode him, feeling her fingers playing with his balls and biting his lip as he tried to hold off. Her sense of wickedness had him captivated and he decided that he'd try to hold off coming and give her an entire night of this if she ever asked him to.

He thrust against her as she tightened her muscles around his length, he could feel her cupping his balls and could see her teasing her breasts as she rode him like the prize stallion he'd promised he would be. Making his movements quicker, he smiled triumphantly as she moaned.

"Spike…" Buffy felt the ball of tightness winding up in her stomach and she wanted release for it before she ran out of energy. She wrung his cock hard as he pounded up into her, her hips meeting his on each down thrust and she couldn't help thinking how different it was to what they had experienced a few moments ago, now she wanted the roughness. "Want you…want to feel you…fuck me…cum in me…take me…"

Spike screwed his face up and obeyed as she moaned breathily, panting hard he unleashed his orgasm and thrust repeatedly into her as he came, spilling his seed and feeling her own warm cum coating his cock. He closed his eyes as he filled her with his juices, his movements slowing as his cock pulsed inside her heated depths and a wave of sedation spread through him.

Buffy leant back and let her back rest against his stomach and chest. She sighed contentedly as she felt his length inside her still, their mingled juices slowing running out of her as they relaxed together.

"That was…" She sighed, feeling like a rag doll resting against him, her body not willing to respond to her commands.

Spike sighed along with her. "…Amazing…bloody incredible…"

"Yeah…" Buffy breathed and tried to steady her heart--it was smashing loudly against her chest as she came down from her high.

Taking a long deep breath Spike savoured the feeling of his length inside her and closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to be able to hold her as he relaxed limply on the hard tiled floor and focused on her heartbeat.

They froze as they heard the front door open.

"Dammit…" Buffy groused as she tried to hurriedly dismount Spike. She wobbled slightly and wrinkled her nose up as she felt their juices streaming down her leg. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, she cleaned up her thighs and flushed it before quickly unchaining Spike.

Getting slowly to his feet he grinned as he wobbled, his knees feeling like jelly below him.

"Bloody good…" He sighed as he struggled to pull his jeans up, his body too tired and sore to respond quickly. Spike watched Buffy slipping her clothes on and trying to rush about to put the room back in order, only her body didn't seemed to want to respond quickly either.

He caught her as she went to go past him, his eyes smiling into hers as he smoothed her hair for her. Dipping his head, he kissed her softly and she closed her eyes, her pulse steadying under the reassuring feeling of his lips against hers.

Breaking the kiss, he briefly rested his forehead against Buffy's and let his fingers play on hers tenderly before stepping into the bathtub and chaining his ankles up as Buffy placed the manacles around his wrists.

She looked at them and then into his eyes, letting him know she was sorry for having to do this to him. He smiled.

Locking the cuffs around his wrists, she flicked the TV on, smoothed his hair out and kissed him hard. Spike kissed her back, letting his tongue briefly tangle with hers. He nodded to the door and she heard someone coming towards it.

Running to the door she unbolted it just before the footsteps reached it, as it swung open she darted to the mirror and pretended to be fixing her hair.

Giles looked at Buffy and raised his brows at how flushed she looked. Spike stared at the TV and muttered something at it as he watched Passions.

"Everything alright?" Giles watched Buffy as she frowned at Spike and he smirked in response.

"Finer than fine. Spike was being mischievous but he's good now." Buffy looked at him and they stayed locked in each other's eyes for a moment, Spike clearly reading what she meant.

Spike tilted his head to one side and narrowed his eyes, his face softening into a wide smile.

She smiled as she relished the warm feeling inside her that she got when he smiled at her that way.

"Good. We need a hand out here." Giles turned and left.

Buffy smiled at Spike one last time before following Giles out of the door.


An hour later and Buffy had witnessed three failed attempts to make the forgetting draught, she mused that the spell clearly didn't want anything to do with her and Spike and that it was fine with her.

Working her way across the room for the fifth time that hour she steadily made her way back to the bathroom and looked in on Spike. He turned his head as she appeared and flashed her a brilliant smile. She rolled her eyes and gave a sideward glance to the living room, silently making it clear to him that it wasn't going well in there. His wide smile softened as his look turned tender and she felt her cheeks colouring as she smiled back at him.

Heaving a sigh, she let her shoulders sag and walked back out into the hall again, heading back to where Willow and Giles were muttering and playing with herbs.

"Yay…" Willow bounced as the liquid in the bowl changed colour and a foul odour polluted the air. "Eech…not yay…"

Buffy held her nose and watched Willow scanning the book, her finger moving swiftly down the page and then pausing near the bottom.

"Apparently…it's how it's supposed to smell." She looked apologetic as Giles frowned and opened the windows, and Buffy looked like throwing up.

She neared the table and looked down at the brown wooden bowl. Willow smiled and headed into the kitchen, taking down two mugs she paused as Giles stared hard at her.

"You are not putting that foul smelling stuff into my cups."

Willow glared at him and then relented. "Fine, you choose the mugs."

Giles went into the kitchen and scoured the cupboards, taking down the 'kiss the librarian' mug that was now well and truly Spikes and a 'librarians are sexy' one. Buffy arched a brow at them as he bought them over, she watched Willow slowly fill them both to the brim and then place them down on the table.

"There, all done." Willow smiled triumphantly.

"Here goes nothing then." Buffy took a deep breath as she stared at the two mugs in front of her, her heart pounding against her chest and her mind wondering what course Spike would take.

Picking them up, she carried them carefully into the bathroom and placed them down on the dresser. She turned to see Spike's face hard, his brows knit as he breathed in the smell of the potion.

Buffy walked over to him in silence, unchaining him and watching him as he stepped out of the bath. Picking up the mugs again, she handed one to him and stood opposite him as her eyes met his.

Spike frowned down at the nasty yellow liquid he was holding and then met her eyes, he could clearly read in them what she was going to do and he sighed before nodding at her.

They kept their eyes fixed on each other's as they raised the mugs up, Buffy's heart pounding hard enough that Spike swore he could feel it reverberating in his chest like it was his own. She took a deep breath as she read in his eyes everything he felt about her and she knew it had nothing to do with the 'my will be done' spell that Willow had miscast, his feelings for her were real, just like hers were for him.

Spike cocked his head to one side as he saw her emotions dancing in her eyes; smiling at her he waited for her to make a move.

Buffy reached for Spikes hand and held it tight as she let her green orbs play on his clear blue ones, communicating to him just what they had to do.

Moving closer to each other, they smiled as they tipped the mugs, letting the yellow draught stream from the cups and spiral down the drain.

Their feelings and memories intact, their smiles widened into grins and they let the mugs rattle into the sink as their arms wrapped around each other.

As they kissed each other, they felt the world drop away again until it was only them and their feelings.

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