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.

Chapter Eight- Deja Vu is French, Right?

Buffy awoke knowing a few things, one; she wasn’t in her own bed, two; she wasn’t alone and three; "Mmmm. Spike."

He was kissing her forehead, waking her gently. Spike’s kitten had other ideas. Buffy moved her foot under the sheets and Pitty-pat pounced, digging its claws and teeth into her flesh. "Yeow!"

"Pitty!" Spike scolded, scooping up the rambunctious feline and depositing her on the floor. "Hurt the girl again and I will eat you!" Spike hovered over his lover, "Morning pet. Sleep well?"

"Morning?" Buffy bolted upright. "I left Dawn all night!"

"Relax love," he said, easing her back down into the soft pillow. "Sister witches are with her. She’s fine. Little Spike, on the other hand, needs some tending to."

Buffy felt Spike’s erection poking her thigh. "How can you possibly…? After last night?" After their fight Buffy and Spike made love more times than Buffy could count, her sore muscles attested to the fact.

"Vampire stamina, love. Ain’t it grand?"

Buffy smiled and absently scratched her tummy. Itchy.

"What makes you think I can keep up?" she asked, looking up into his smug yet sexy face.

"I’m sure you can handle it."

"Handle what?" She grabbed his cock with her hand and stroked the tip with her thumb. "This?"

"Yeah…" he hissed, "That."

Buffy giggled and dived under the covers. Spike gasped when she took him into her hot little mouth and began sucking. She drew him in to the back of her throat and then let him slide almost out, keeping the head in her mouth, than she drew him in again. Under the sheet, he could see her head moving in his crotch. "Buffy," he gasped. She let him slide all the way out and then peeked out from under the covers, a wide grin on her face.

"Can I have a ride, Spikey?" she asked, scratching her belly again.

"Hell yes!" he growled, grabbing her and positioning her above his throbbing hard on. She guided him in with her hot little hand, clenching his cock with the walls of her pussy.

Looking up at her, he noticed that her stomach was pink with irritation. "Slayer? You ok?"

Buffy, lost in the sensation of Spike’s manhood deep inside her, absently replied, "Good."

He closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out his concern and concentrating on his arousal. When he opened them again, Buffy was climaxing, and desperately scratching her torso.

"Love?" he asked as she came back down. "You sure you’re ok? You sure the pox isn’t coming back?"

Now she noticed the redness herself. "No, that’s just where the demon blood…got on …Giles!"

"Uh Buffy, yelling out your Watcher’s name while I’m rock hard inside of you…"

"I have to talk to him. Get dressed." Buffy dismounted and Spike’s erection slid out of her.

"But…"

"Spike, this is serious. Get dressed." She was following her own orders. She had her panties on and was fastening the clasp on her bra.

"But…I haveta…Little Spike." With both hands, he pointed to his very erect cock.

"Oh for crying out loud." Buffy drew her shirt over her head. "R2 your own D2."

"Bugger it all, the magic is gone."

***

Buffy heard the gang’s thoughts before she and Spike had even entered the Magic Box through the sewers. As soon as they stepped into the store, she was bombarded. Anya’s voice was at the forefront. Her quick look at Spike was innocent but she thought, "Hot damn, looky who’s here. Bite me baby. Grrr. Ruff."

"Anya!"

"What?" The truly dumbfounded ex-demon asked, "I didn’t say anything!"

Willow, "Buffy looks upset. What’s wrong with Buffy?"

Xander, "Who ate the last jelly donut? Damn it, that donut was mine!"

Always intuitive, Giles asked, "Buffy is there something…?"

"Yes," she finished, "something is the matter!"

"This demon I fought last night…"

Dawn, "Buffy didn’t come home last night. I bet she and Spike are doing it."

Buffy tried not to react to her sister’s thought. She tried to finish, "I’ve fought it before. And…"

Buffy lashed out, "Xander would you shut up about the damned donut? Giles ate it ok?"

"Wha…?" Xander stammered, "How did you…?"

Giles knew, "This demon that you fought before…?"

"Aspect of the demon," Buffy said. "Big yay."

"And you let it get blood on you?"

"I forgot."

"How could she possibly forget such a thing?" Aloud, "How could…?"

"Seven years worth of demons, Giles. After a while they all start to run together."

Tara meekly asked from her place at Willow’s side. "I’m lost. What’s going on?"

Realizing it herself, Willow answered, "Buffy can read our minds."

Simultaneously, Tara and Spike fired, "What?"

"Yours," Buffy pointed to Tara and then to Spike, "but not yours."

Spike shook his head but agreed with Buffy, "Telepaths can’t read vampires. Dunno why."

Buffy explained, "Its like the mirror. The thoughts are there but they create no reflection in me."

Spike scoffed, "Sounds like something Peaches would say." Buffy’s eyes drifted to the floor, confirming his belief, "Should’ve known. You should take the stuff he told you with a grain of salt love, cuz some of its just crap."

Xander’s thoughts sang out, "Spike is wise, all hail Spike."

Buffy pointed her finger at her friend and shot, "I am never letting you forget that you thought that."

Tara, "I have nothing to worry about. I have no secrets. I am good and kind and having a wet fantasy about Willow right…"

"Stop!" Buffy yelled at Tara.

"Sorry! I can’t help…has this happened before?"

Willow told her, "In high school. It was bad. But…but….its gonna be okay!"

"So says your mouth, Will," Buffy said. "Your thoughts are singing the, ‘They’re coming to take her away to the funny farm’ song."

Giles interjected, "We do have some advantage. We know what to do and not to do this time. Spike take Buffy to your crypt. Your presence is the only one that will not harm her. Stay there until we locate the demon that we need. When we find it, we’ll send for you. You can remove its heart and we’ll have our cure."

"Right. Crypt’s becoming a regular Holiday Inn." Spike took Buffy by the elbow and led her out, "C’mon, love."

As they were leaving Buffy heard Anya think, "If I were going to Spike’s crypt, I’d rip his sexy black T-shirt right off his hard body and ride him like a…"

Tara asked, when Buffy and Spike were out of sight. "Is Buffy really going to go crazy?"

"Eventually," Giles said as he cleaned his glasses, "She will be unable to filter out everyone’s thoughts and…she will go mad."

***

Jonathan listened to the dialogue in the Magic Box in disbelief. "She’s gonna go crazy?" He turned to his compatriots, "We have to help her."

Warren stood and bellowed, "What are you, nuts? This is our chance to get rid of the Slayer once and for all! To really rule this town."

Jonathan asserted, "Buffy’s a good person, she doesn’t deserve…"

Warren interrupted, "We’re the bad guys remember? We’re supposed to destroy her."

"Incapacitating the Slayer could have dire unforeseen consequences," Andrew told them. "It could upset the balance of power in the universe. Plus, its really mean. I’m with Jonathan."

Andrew grabbed his summoning stick, "I’ll summon another demon for Spike to kill."

Warren grabbed Andrew’s stick and broke it over his knee.

"Hey!" Andrew protested.

"Summon him now," Warren taunted. "The Slayer is going down."

End part eight