Title: Buffy's Decision OR "And The Winner Is.." Author: Pattyanne
Summary: A little response to the TV guide poll discussion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Angel: You have to choose. Buffy: I know. It's
a tough decision. Spike: No, it's not. You've just been programmed to think that
it is. Buffy: What's THAT supposed to mean? Spike: I dunno. Just seems like you
let other people do most of your thinking for you and they always seem to be
making bad decisions. Angel: Stop picking on her! Spike: (Annoyed sigh) Oh,
fine. Let's do it the scientific way. Buffy: I don't think so. I failed science
twice. Spike: That's just cause you were never in class. Get a piece of paper
and pencil....now draw a line down the middle...label one side 'Spike' and one
side 'Asshole....I mean, Angel'. Angel: Oh, this is VERY scientific. Spike:
Change it back to 'Asshole'. No? Right then...answer me some questions. Who
helped you save the world three times? Buffy: You did. Spike: Put a little X on
my side of the paper. That's my girl. Angel: Technically, I helped with the last
one, too. Spike: Yeah. You made that long grueling trip from LA to deliver a
necklace. Right dangerous THAT was. Angel: Hey! That necklace was key! Spike:
All right. Give him half an X. Satisfied? Now, who DIED helping you save the
world? Buffy: You did. I know, I know...I'm X-ing. Angel: Excuse me? Acathla?
Spike: Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't volunteer for that, you buggering
moron! Angel: I still died. Spike: You came back! Angel: So did you! Spike:
That's different. Buffy: Hey! Can we get to the next question please? Spike: No
X for you, pal. Buffy: He's right, Angel. Besides, you started that one. Spike:
Hey, that's right! Take off that half an X. Angel: Wait a second! Buffy: Next
question, please! Spike: Who's better in bed? Angel: Hold it! Spike: What?
That's something a girl has to think about when she's making a decision like
this. Angel: Are you implying that you're better? Spike: Ask the lady. Angel:
Buffy? Say something! Buffy: Oh, um...well...I just...you know...we...you and
me...we only...just the one time...and then you...and I was...you know,
young...I didn't really have any...um...and you're kind of...and Spike is
really....I mean...oh, but...THAT doesn't count...much. You know, I
think...um...." Spike: Well, I think THAT little speech is grounds for a great
BIG X on my side, don't you, Peaches? Buffy: And besides...we should be...not
totally basing this on...on who's...although...a girl DOES have to think about
these things when...well...and...and....oh, dear..." Spike: What's wrong, baby?
Buffy: I'm thinking about it. God, Spike...it's been so long. Spike: Soon, baby.
I promise. Mark down the X now. Angel: This is SO not fair. She loved ME first!
Spike: Well, she loves ME now! Angel: I am NOT bad in bed!!!! Spike: Buffy? Who
gave you more orgasms? Me or the poof? Buffy: Let me think. (Begins counting
under her breath) Angel: THAT is a totally unfair question! Spike: Whoever told
you that life is fair? If life was fair, we wouldn't even be having this
discussion. Buffy: (still counting) 122, 123, 124.... Angel: I was only with her
one night. You had months with her. Spike: It's not MY fault you only had one
night. You're the one couldn't control his demon. Buffy: 182, 183, 184... Angel:
And you could? Spike: I did. For years. Angel: You had a chip! Spike: Oh,
buggering Christ...here we go. Buffy: 210, 211, 212.... Spike: The chip meant
nothing, asshole! I could have gotten around if I'd wanted to. Buffy: 229, 230,
231....my hand is starting to cramp. Spike: Sorry, baby. You can stop with the
Xs now. Buffy: I need another piece of paper. Spike: Now, let's discuss....
Angel: Wait a second. Not even one X on my side? We were together all night!
Buffy: Well...like I said...you're kind of... and Spike is really.... Spike:
Sometimes, it IS the size of the boat! Angel: I don't believe this. Spike: Let's
discuss souls. Angel: Aha!!! I had mine first!! Spike: I went looking for mine.
I fought for it. Nearly died for it. Can anyone tell me why? Buffy: ( Happily
raising her hand) Oh! I can! You did it for me! Spike: That's right, kitten.
You're such a clever girl. Angel: I think I'm gonna be sick. Spike: Let's wrap
this up then. Buffy... Buffy: Hmmm? Spike: Who loves you more than anything on
earth? Who's loved no one but you for years now? Buffy: You do, Spike. Angel: So
so I!!! Spike: (picks up a newspaper) Hey, look at that! Gonna be a full moon
tonight. S'pose that means your puppy will be showing up soon. Buffy: You have a
puppy? Angel: She's not a puppy. (Looks guilty, mumbles) She's a werewolf.
Buffy: You have a werewolf? Angel: But I don't love her! Spike: Oh, that's
right. You're just boffing her for kicks. Angel: Yes. NO! I mean...it's not like
that...you...hey! Spike: No, you LOVED Cordelia. Buffy: WHHHAAAATTT??? Angel:
Oh, Jesus.... Spike: And I think you had a little something for Fred, too.
Angel: EVERYONE had something for Fred! Spike: Not me, mate. I liked her fine.
She was a real lady. But I love Buffy. I always will. Buffy: Who's Fred? Spike:
Our last topic is gypsy curses. Angel: Oh, no... Spike: Oh, yes. Who's got one?
Buffy: Angel! Spike: That's right, darling. Now, who DOESN'T have one? Buffy:
Lots of people. Spike: Yeah, but...who in this room doesn't have one? Buffy: You
and me. Spike: Another X on my side there, love. Buffy: I'm out of room. Spike:
Well, then let's add up our scores. Buffy: Does anybody have a calculator?
Angel: No. And don't start counting again. It's humiliating. Buffy: That's okay.
I really don't need to. (Turns to Angel) I'll always care about you, Angel...but
I belong with blondie over there. Angel: He's not a natural blonde, you know.
Buffy: Oh, I know...believe me, I know. Anyway, you have lots to do here in LA,
and I'm just not in the mood. Angel: Buffy....I'm your first love. How can you
do this? Buffy: Oh, for goodness sake, Angel. You've really got to get past that
"First Love" thing. I was a kid, for crying out loud. I didn't know any better.
And, anyway...Spike is really...and you're kind of.... Angel: Okay, okay!! Don't
say it again. Here. (Tosses keys to Spike) Take the Viper. Go. Spike: (Takes
Buffy's hand) Shall we, love? Buffy: (Eagerly) Yes, please. How big is the back
seat of a Viper? Spike: Let's go find out. Big Musical Bang Up Finish. Curtains
Closing. Mad Applause. Part 2 There is no way to properly have sex in the back
seat of a Dodge Viper. Especially when you haven't had any in so long that
you've almost forgotten what goes where. Which was precisely the situation Buffy
found herself in. Ages it had been since she'd had "a proper seeing to", as
Spike liked to put it. All that long and lonely time that he'd been gone 'soul
searching', and then, when he finally found his way home, the world had once
again began to hurtle towards hell in a hand- basket. His "death", she didn't
even want to think about, let alone discuss. It had been her lowest point yet,
just the thought of never seeing him again, hearing his voice, feeling his
touch.... She shook off the gloomy ponderings. No need for them anymore. Spike
was back, he was all hers, and they had a lot of lost time to make up for.
"That'll never work," she pointed at the car in question. "One of us is gonna
get hurt." "Yeah, well...." Spike kept a firm grip on her hand, and scanned the
darkened corners of Wolfram and Hart's lower level parking garage, considering
and discarding various automotive options. His gaze skipped rapidly from one car
to another. The slayer was becoming impatient, and if he didn't get his hands on
her hot little body soon, he wouldn't be responsible for the damage to Los
Angeles. In the farthest and darkest corner of the garage, he suddenly spotted
the answer to his dilemma; the longest, blackest, shiniest, stretch limousine in
the Wolfram and Hart stable. Oh, bloody perfect. Buffy saw what he was staring
at and gasped in delight. Their eyes met for a moment before they broke into a
run. Spike was fully prepared to yank the door handle right off if he had to,
but for once luck was on his side and the automobile was unlocked. Giggling like
children, they tumbled into the plush interior of the car, slamming the door
behind them. "Oh!" Buffy squealed, pointing. "Champagne!" Spike grinned as he
wrestled his way out of his coat. "Almost like someone knew we'd be here,
innit?" She watched as he whisked his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. God,
there it was....that beautiful chest and muscled abdomen. How long had it been
since she'd touched it? Unable to hold herself back, she fell into his arms and
their lips met in a hot, hard kiss. The world outside disappeared as they
fondled and caressed each other, their hands reacquainting themselves with
familiar pleasure zones. Buffy's suppressed sex drive was making a blazing
comeback. Her hands moved down between their bodies, fumbling for the zipper of
his jeans, but before she could tug it open, his hand stopped her. "Wait," he
whispered, nipping at her ear lobe. He guided her hand down and molded it around
the impressively large bulge his erection was making in the front of his pants.
"Feel it like this first," he in- structed her. "Move your hand up and
down...yeah...like that. Now a little tighter...ah...that's my girl." Buffy did
everything he asked, her hand slipping up and down the unbelievable length of
his hard cock. She raised her face and kissed him, her tongue sliding between
his lips and into the cool cavern of his mouth. "Christ, I've missed the taste
of your mouth," he sighed, pulling back to allow her some air. "Kissing you was
one of the best parts, you know. You always tasted so sweet, like chocolate or
mint...or butterscotch." He laughed softly in her ear. "You did like your candy,
didn't you, baby?" Reclining back on the buttery leather of the seat, he pulled
Buffy onto his lap. She was wearing one of the those blouses with about a
thousand fiddly little buttons. Since he didn't want to piss her off at this
point, he restrained himself from ripping her top open down the middle and
reached for the top button. Which wouldn't seem to work properly. No matter
which way he twisted, the buttonhole refused to give up it's button. "Spike."
Her head dropped forward onto his shoulder and she whispered in his ear. "Those
buttons are decorative. See?" She pulled her hair aside, revealing a zipper on
the back of her shirt. Swearing softly, he pulled the zipper down. As the fabric
parted along her back, the front of the shirt slipped down and she pulled her
arms out of it, then peeled it up and off. His eyes kindled with admiration at
the picture she presented him with now; mussed hair, her lashes heavy and her
eyes a bit out of focus, and wearing the prettiest satin and lace brassiere he'd
ever seen. The dainty undergarment was a delicious shade of pink, which
immediately became his new favorite color. He placed his hands on her ribcage
and pulled her forward, lifting her just a little in his lap. Releasing a lusty
growl, he covered the soft mounds of her breasts with moist and lingering
kisses. Buffy sat back and twisted the front clasp of the bra open, then slowly
pulled the cups apart and bared her breasts for him. "Fucking hell," he
murmured, gazing at her like a starving man would if he were being presented
with a creamy, mouth watering dessert. "You're still the hottest little piece of
goods I've ever laid eyes on, luv." With a sultry smile, Buffy leaned forward
and offered him her ripe curves. "Kiss them," she demanded. Spike pushed the
straps of her bra down her arms and off, then took her breasts into his hands.
She rose up on her knees until she was in a position to look down and watch as
he fondled her. He pressed his lips against the satiny hollow between the pink
and white mounds of flesh, then dropped teasing kisses over every inch of them.
Buffy placed her hands on the seat in back of him, thrusting her chest forward
more aggressively. "Now, suck them. Suck them hard." Delighted at her bossy
tone, he complied, using his tongue to draw wet circles around each rosy nipple.
His actions coaxed soft moans from her throat, moans that changed into a ragged
gasp of air when he closed his lips around one hard tip and began to suck on it.
It only took one beat of her heart before she was half mad with pleasure. He
drew on one nipple, licking and sucking hard, while his fingers played with the
other one. Breaking contact with an audible 'pop', he switched sides, then moved
back and forth, swirling his tongue wetly around each peak. Her neck was
suddenly unable to support her head, and it dropped back weakly. "Oh...oh,
that's perfect," she moaned. Spike slid one arm around and across her upper
back, keeping her in place as he feasted on her nipples. Placing his free hand
on the seat, he lifted his hips until he was no longer making contact with it,
grinding his hard-on against her loins. "You like this, don't you?" he said
against her warm skin. "When I suck on your tits." With no small effort, she
lifted her head and looked down at the erotic sight he presented. "I love it,"
she groaned, pushing her breast more fully into his mouth. Sucking harder, he
sank back down on the seat and took the breast he was mouthing into his hand,
lifting and squeezing it. Buffy slipped one hand behind Spike's neck, holding
him in place until she'd had enough. His mouth latched firmly around her nipple,
he flipped her around until she was sitting back on the seat and he was on his
knees in front of her. Releasing her breast from his hungry mouth, he said, "I
want to taste you here, too." He pushed her skirt up around her waist and
reached for her panties. "Want to tear these off and stick my tongue in your
pussy...fuck you with it." She raised her hips, allowing him to pull her lacy
panties down and off, breathless with anticipation. Spike was a master at what
he was about to do, and she couldn't imagine how she'd ever managed to live
without it. "Spread your legs, luv." Buffy did it at once, giving him complete
access. Never breaking eye contact, he parted her labia and worked one finger up
inside of her. Pumping it slowly in and out, he lowered his head and began
tonguing her clit. It was now her turn to lose contact with the seat. There was
nothing in the world Spike enjoyed as much as eating Buffy's pussy. The only
thing he enjoyed MORE, was fucking it. "Ohhhh, god," she whined, lunging up to
get more of what he was giving her. "Harder...do it harder...yeah...like that."
He took a firmer hold on her hips, lashing her clit with his tongue and sucking
it. Self control all but deserted her. Before she even knew what was happening,
she had a hard, short orgasm and flooded Spike's mouth with her juices. He
lapped it up greedily, cleaning and teasing her until it became too much and she
had to push him away. Spike sat back on his heels and wiped his moist face on
the back of his hand. His cock was painfully hard, and he reached down and
unzipped his pants to relieve some of the pressure. A few drops of semen had
oozed from the tip. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pumped it
lazily, his thumb rubbing the creamy substance into the head. Panting with the
exquisite release, Buffy watched his hand slide up and down. The sight
fascinated her. "Faster." He obeyed, jacking himself a little faster. "Like
this?" "Uh-huh," Buffy nodded, licking her lips. She sat up and gripped the
sides of his jeans, pulling them down around his knees. "Now, slower...squeeze
it a little...I want to see it come out." Spike applied pressure and more of his
semen leaked out. "Use your other hand," she directed. "Play with your balls."
Grinning, he cupped his free hand beneath his sac and caressed it. Buffy looked
up and caught the desire in his eyes. "Want me to suck it?" "Fuck, yes," Spike
said. Just hearing her say such a thing nearly made him come. She instructed him
to sit on the seat and lean back. She tugged his boots off, then his pants. When
he felt the hot rush of her breath, he braced himself to fight off an immediate
climax. It had just been too fucking long since he'd been touched this way by
her. Buffy arranged herself on the seat, lowering her head and taking him into
her mouth. The sound that came out of him could only be described as a moaning
grunt, harsh and short. She licked around and over the head, sliding her mouth
up and down his length until he was slick, his cock shiny from her saliva. The
heat of her mouth was like nothing he'd ever felt before. No matter how many
times she'd gone down on him, it was always a fresh and thrilling shock that
made him helpless in her hands. Watching her do it was a big part of the
pleasure he took in the act. He reached down and brushed her hair back from her
face, giving him an unobstructed view of his dick sliding in and out of her
pretty mouth. "Baby, that's so good," he whispered. "Suck me...ah, yeah...do
it...suck it..." Gently fisting his hands in her hair, he held on as she worked
over him diligently. He could feel the wet slide of her tongue on him as he
pumped into her mouth. His head ground back into the soft upholstery of the
limousine, and he closed his eyes tightly, concentrating all his attention on
the feeling. She began to suck him more eagerly, responding to his half
spoken/half grunted encouragement. Holding his cock firmly in one hand, she used
the other one to delve more deeply between his legs, finding and caressing his
heavy testicles. Spike knew he couldn't take much more of her wonderful torture.
If he didn't stop her soon, he was going to shoot his load into her mouth...and
as much fun as that was, he wanted to be in her pussy when he did it. This was
their first time together in what felt like years, and it had to be perfect. So,
a bit regretfully, he pushed her off. When she looked at him with slightly dazed
eyes, he said, "Not yet," and took hold of her shoulders to bring her close.
"Kiss me," he begged. Smiling at the need in his tone, she lowered her head and
took his mouth with hers. Her hands caressed his bare chest, smoothing over hard
muscle and tweaking his nipples. Spike's hands moved down her back, groping for
the zipper of her skirt and undoing it. The silky fabric slid away from her to
join the rest of their clothes. He moved into a sitting position and grabbed her
hips, making her straddle him. "Come on, now," he murmured, his voice husky as
he took his cock into his hand and positioning it. "Just slide down on it...do
it slow...just...just a little...yeah...more...oh, fuck...until it's...all the
way...in you....in YOU, Buffy..." Her hands splayed across his chest for
balance, she lowered and raised herself over and over again. When she found the
proper rhythm, she rocked against him in a delirium of pleasure that started
deep in her sex and radiated through her body. Spike rammed his hips up, sinking
his cock in deeper and deeper, watching her face and getting off on her
reactions. "You like that, baby?" he asked her once again. "D'ya like what I do
to you." "Yes," she panted, with a jerky nod. "God, yes." "Just me. I'm the only
one makes you scream." Another nod. "Just...just you, Spike. Always you." His
eyes widened briefly at the admission and he sat up. "Come here," he said
raggedly. "I want to suck on your tits again. Want to feel your nipples get hard
in my mouth." The visual image of those words all but took her over the edge,
and she arched her back to bring her breasts close to his ravenous mouth. Spike
licked and sucked on each nipple, teasing them to diamond hardness. Her nails
dug into his shoulder, leaving deep impressions. She bounced up and down on him,
her internal muscles tightening and relaxing with each movement and they both
groaned. Tearing his mouth away from her breasts, he buried his face against her
neck, taking in the scent of her hair as he pumped his hips up hard and fast.
"Buffy! Oh, yeah...do it, baby...fuck me...sweet little pussy...my
baby...beautiful, beautiful baby...that's it...." She was going to come...no way
could she hold it back. "Spike?" she whimpered, hoping he could hear her. "I'm
here, babe...I gotcha now...." Forcing his head up, she stared into his eyes,
wanting him to see...wanting him to know... "Take me back to heaven." He grabbed
her hips and bucked up into her as hard and fast as he could, grunting every
time their bodies slammed together. Buffy cried his name, promising him anything
and everything he'd ever really wanted. Her body writhed in the throes of
orgasm, as she clamped down on his cock one...last...time... He went off inside
of her like a rocket, spewing thick spurts of semen into her clutching pussy,
giving her everything he had and then some. She collapsed into his encircling
arms, feeling completely safe for the first time in many, many months. "I love
you," she sighed softly. Rubbing her back gently, he chuckled. "I love you, too,
baby. I love you, too." ************************************************ He
pulled the cork on the champagne and they drank it straight from the bottle,
making plans for their future, kissing and touching and being in love. "You know
what?" "Tell me, luv." "I definitely made the right decision." The End