Slaindeer Games

By Larilyn

Rating- NC-17 baby

Summary- The morning after Life Serial…the geeks aren’t finished playing their reindeer games. Much Spuffiness ensues.

Notes- Thanks to my Splendiforous beta Alana who is…well…splendiforous.

Disclaimer- Joss owns everything and everyone. I own some dryer lint.

Sitting on Spike’s bed was a strange looking creature. Its wide green eyes blinked at Buffy. It stretched its lithe hairless body and approached her.

"What the hell is that?" she asked.

"Its a cat." Spike dropped Buffy’s suitcases on the floor and elaborated, "Well…a kitten."

"An alien cat?"

"No." Mildly annoyed with her, he plucked the kitten off the bed and rubbed its hairless ears. "Its a purebred Sphinx cat. Highly prized. Worth 20 tabbies. They’re great. You don’t get a mouthful of hair."

"You’re gonna eat it?" she asked with undisguised disgust.

"Of course I’m gonna eat it…I’m evil." He plopped the kitten back down onto the bed. It stared up at him lovingly with wide eyes. He obliged it with a pat on the head. "Not gonna eat her right now."

"Awwww, poor little…." Buffy searched her mind for the right descriptor of the creature she had picked up and cradled in her arms. "…thing. Are you sure its a cat?" Spike indulged her with a small grin. Buffy looked around the lower level of his crypt. In plain view she saw a litter box, a bag of cat food and about two dozen toys. Sure he’s gonna eat it. Riiiight. Buffy snuggled the kitten tighter against her and the little animal started to purr contentedly. She leaned back against the pillows of Spike’s bed and asked innocently, "So, where are you gonna sleep?"

He smiled slyly at her. Little tease. He picked up a cat toy. And dangled the fuzzy toy mouse in front of the kitten. She leapt from Buffy’s arms and tore around the crypt. Batting and chasing it frantically.

Nonchalantly he asked the vixen in his bed, "Giles still torqued about our adventures in gambling?"

"Yeah. But you know what? I don’t care. Nope. It felt good to pay off my bills. And I’ve decided that I’m all about feeling good. I’m Pleasure Principle Buffy now." She stretched in a manner similar to the kitten.

"Yeah?" he asked, sensually cocking his eyebrow.

"Yunh huh." Soooo much easier when we were mortal enemies. Quick Buffy, change the subject. "Aren’t you gonna ask how much money there was?" She answered herself. "Over one hundred grand."

He looked like he’d been punched. "Pull the other one."

"Huh?"

"Are you shitting me, Slayer?"

"Nope, Anya counted it. Twice. I think she wanted to roll in it, but thankfully she restrained herself."

"What are you gonna do about the Watcher?" he asked. "Don’t want to disappoint."

"I told you. I don’t care. Giles can just…"

"Bite you?" He said it in his sexy voice. Stalking toward the bed, he lowered his timbre a bit. "Or is that my job?"

Spike crawled onto the bed and climbed up Buffy’s body. "What are you doing?" she breathed.

"Fixing your life," he growled.

Buffy didn’t respond exactly the way Spike had hoped.

She snorted. And then laughed. Loudly.

"Oh shut up Slayer!" he yelled as he jumped off of the bed and stalked toward the ladder that led toward the upper level of the crypt.

Buffy grabbed his arm to stop him and pulled him back. Between giggles she apologized, "I’m sorry. Its just that was so… and you were all…" Peals of laughter echoed throughout the room.

Spike growled and pinned her to the bed. Her eyes widened with a touch of fear and a lot of arousal. "Keep laughing," he rumbled, "I dare you."

Buffy’s arms were pinned above her head and her body was held by his weight.

She wanted to grab his head and pull him down to her mouth, but she was held a willing prisoner of the vampire.

Spike felt Buffy’s hips buck underneath him and smelled the unmistakable scent of her arousal.

He captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, plundering her tongue with his own. He eased downward and sucked and nibbled on her neck.

Touch him… Have to… Buffy gasped, "Let go."

She felt his response more than heard it, "No."

"Please…I want to…."

"To what?"

"To touch you," she begged, "Please."

With a roguish glint in his eyes he asked, "Please what?"

"Ugh!" Buffy broke free of him and pushed him off of her. Spike rolled onto the floor. In an instant Buffy was at the ladder, ranting. "You…suck…you’re mean and rude and not nearly as sexy as you think you are. And irresistible?" Spike grabbed her from behind and spun her in his arms. Facing him, she sounded completely unconvinced, "Not so much."

Spike removed one of his hands from her upper arms and touched her forehead just at the hairline. In one smooth caress, he kissed his fingers down her face and neck.

Buffy’s breath hitched in her throat. Oh…soft touches.

The vampire leaned in as if for a kiss, but instead he teased her with almost touches, kisses that never connected. Little puffs of air against her lips. And then, finally he took her bottom lip between his and tugged gently on it.

"You taste like sunshine," he rasped. "And cinnamon."

"I had oatmeal for breakfast." She looked horrified immediately at the very unsexy comment that escaped her mouth. And then, to Spike’s dismay, the giggles caught her again.

She laughed with such passion. With total abandon. A smile replaced Spike’s expression of annoyance. Then he chuckled. And then he too was captured by laughter.

They laughed for a good ten minutes, until their sides ached and rivulets of tears trickled down Buffy’s reddened cheeks.

Spike touched his lips to her forehead as another chuckle escaped him. Buffy looked up into his eyes. There was something there that he had never seen before. And then she was gone. Her hands that were braced against him left his chest and she was walking away…toward his bed.

Buffy turned back to Spike when she was halfway there. Her arm extended out. Her tiny hand asked for his.

A flood of emotions buried Spike. He took her hand and let her lead him to his bed.

He stopped her just as the front of her thighs touched the frame. Spike snaked one arm around her waist, cupping the soft swell of her belly in his hand. The other hand rested firmly on her hip.

The Slayer leaned back against him while he kissed her earlobe, her collarbone, the gentle curve of her neck. She felt his fingers tug at the hem of her shirt. Buffy raised her hands up over her head so he could lift it up and off.

His presence was missed for the split second that he removed his own tee, but then he was back, holding her again, running the palms of his hands up and down her bare arms. Buffy murmured something that sounded like his name.

He reached around her and undid the front clasp of her bra. It fell between them to the floor. He cupped her breasts in his hands, weighing them.

The she murmured again. This time he knew it was his name.

"On the bed, luv," he commanded.

She crawled up onto the mattress, the old springs creaking slightly under her weight.

"Not too far," he instructed, grabbing her ankle.

Buffy turned and sat down on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. She grabbed the belt loops on Spike’s black jeans and hauled him closer, between her knees.

"Here good?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yeah…." Spike’s tongue darted out and wetted his bottom lip. Deliberately teasing her, he touched his fingertips to her lips instead of his mouth.

Buffy closed her eyes and sighed as he traced the line of her mouth.

"Kiss me," she begged.

So he grazed his lips over hers. Before Buffy could deepen the kiss, he pulled away.

A whimper escaped her. He was fluttering kisses up and down her torso, across her breasts, into her belly button.

His hand ran up from her naval and between her breasts. Gently, he pushed her down to the mattress. Deft fingers worked the fly of her jeans. And soon they were off, her legs blissfully bare.

Kneeling between her legs, he hooked his fingers into the waist of her panties and slid them down. He tucked them in the back pocket of his jeans.

Buffy moaned and writhed on the bed as the vampire licked the inside of one of her legs from the knee all the way up her thigh in one leisurely motion.

"Sssssspike," she hissed.

"Something you want, luv?"

"Touch me!"

Spike smiled evilly and took her foot in his hand. Caressing the instep with his thumb, he planted a chaste kiss on the top of her foot.

"Not there!"

Buffy grabbed his head with both of her hands and repositioned it between her legs. She hooked her knees around his neck, holding him captive. "There!"

"As you wish my love."

She laid herself back down and let her legs relax a bit, her knees bent over his shoulders. Spike licked her pussy from bottom to top and back down again. His tongue dove into her chamber, darting in and out.

Buffy’s heels pushed into Spike’s back, drawing him closer. "Spike, I need…."

"I know what you need, luv," he whispered into her sex. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit.

Buffy’s head swung from side to side, flipping her golden tresses against the mattress as his airy touches became deep, demanding ones. Powerful licks turned into a vigorous sucking on her swollen nub. Her hands dove into his hair, pushing him closer, harder, until she came in a dizzying burst of heat.

"That what you needed, pet?" he rasped.

Buffy incoherently whimpered.

"Good." He stood and repositioned himself in his jeans, his erection pressing painfully against the unyielding fabric. "My turn."

She watched him shed his boots. Somehow, the sight of him kicking his combat boots across the room struck Buffy as funny.

A smile spread across her face.

Spike pointed a finger at her and demanded, "Don’t you dare!"

"I won’t laugh. I swear." Crossing her heart, her fingers slid across her breast, eliciting a growl from Spike.

He removed his jeans while watching her suspiciously. She was gonna burst into laughter at any moment. He could tell by the way her lips pursed together and her eyes danced. When he freed himself, Buffy eyed his impressive length and then commented, teasingly, "You know, I don’t think that’s gonna fit, so I’ll just…" She tried to crawl away, but he caught her and tossed her back down. She bounced on the mattress and lost all control. Giggles turned into an out and out cackle. Buffy laughed with absolute freedom while Spike leaned over her. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, but he feigned annoyance. "Are you quite finished?"

She tried to answer, but all that came out was, "Bffffft!"

"Dammit Slayer!" He tried to scold, but there was something about her laughter, it was inescapably contagious. There was no hiding the amusement in his eyes.

"Oooh, scary vampire!" she giggled.

"Cor, you are insane. You know that?" He tried to hide the smile that lightened his face, but it was impossible.

He wasn't mad at her. Quite the opposite. She was a vision. It had been so long since he'd seen her smile, and never once had it been directed at him.

There was no doubt now in Buffy's mind. He didn't just want her, he needed her. He loved her. "I must be," she admitted, caressing his face.

Spike turned his head and pressed his lips into her palm, closing his eyes.

With her other hand, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and guided it inside her.

His eyes shot open and he hissed into her hand. "God....Slay..."

"Don’t call me that. Say my name," she begged.

He looked deep into her emerald eyes and said in a way that sounded like a prayer. "Buffy."

His hips rocked forward, deepening their connection. Buffy's eyelids fluttered closed.

"No," he instructed her, "keep em open. Look at me."

So she watched him, keeping her eyes on his. She watched as his eyes turned from sky blue to a deep sapphire. Once they even blazed amber. She watched as he struggled to hold back so it all could last a little longer, she watched until the delicious friction was too much to bear and he came, pumping his seed into her.

"Buffy," he gasped.

The Slayer held the vampire close as the spasms that rocked them both subsided.

***

"So I'm egging him on right? And your mum...all big and brash says, 'You get out of here you evil nasty git or I'll rip your bloody head off myself'."

Buffy giggled into Spike's bare chest at his enthusiastic narrative. "She really liked you."

He played with her hair, twirling it in his fingers. "Well your mum had good taste."

After sex, Spike was unlike any man Buffy had ever been with or heard about. He wanted to cuddle...and talk. Complaining? Not I. "You certainly keep everyone on their toes. Today? It wasn't how I thought it would be."

"You been fantasizing about me?" he asked with a cocky raise of his eyebrow.

She gave him a little push with her hand. "You are such a pain in the ass."

Spike grabbed her hand and drew it to his mouth, sucking on her index finger. She rewarded him with a whimper. Against her fingertip, he whispered. "How'd you picture it, luv?"

"I don't know...all slam me up against a wall..."

"I could do that," he volunteered.

"Maybe later." Buffy yawned.

Spike pulled her tighter into his embrace. His Slayer was getting sleepy. "You surprised the hell out of me too," he admitted.

"How?" she asked, her voice small with exhaustion.

"By not taking off."

"Not gonna," she promised. "I like it here. Its...comfy."

That was the last thing out of her mouth before she drifted off to sleep, listening to the kitten on her pillow and the vampire in her arms purr contentedly.

End part five