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Spuffy “Summer Lovin’” Ficathon
Title: When In Rome...
For: missus_grace
By: rachel2205
Request: Buffy defending Spike who's wearing gaudy swim trunks. No/minimal angst, no cliches, no Spuffy with others.
Word count: 2100
Rating: NC-17 or UK 18 for sexual content.
Author’s note: This was quite tricky for me, as it’s a lot fluffier than I usually write! But there was no way I could turn swimming trunks into angst! :D Anyway, this is post-BTVS. There is a very brief mention of Buffy’s previous relationship - hope that’s ok.
Xander leaned forward in his chair.
“Seriously, are those two ever going to come up for air?” he asked with a frown, tilting his head towards the villa’s doors.
“Well, it’s not like Spike needs air,” Willow reminded him from her recliner. She reached for her fruit cocktail and sipped, smiling at Xander over the rim of the glass. He puffed out his cheeks at her.
“I know that! But come on, we haven’t seen Buffy in twenty four hours. She might be starving to death. Or Spike might be eating her!” A splutter from Willow made him rephrase that point. “You know, drinking her blood. Maybe he came back evil. He looked shady. Didn’t you think he looked shady?”
“Ah…”
Willow was saved from having to reply to this by the sound of the patio doors opening. Buffy stepped out dressed in a light summer dress.
“Hi guys!” she said, grinning cheerfully, though her expression was a little shy. Instead of walking across the deck to the pool chairs, she stopped a couple of metres from the door, her feet turned inward bashfully. She glanced over her shoulder, and Spike appeared at the doorway. Unlike the others, who were dressed for the hot Italian sun, Spike was in his habitual black t-shirt and jeans. He leaned against the doorframe where the afternoon shadows were deep enough for him to be safe, and lit up a cigarette.
“So, are you guys having fun?” asked Buffy with the bright air of someone searching for conversation.
“Willow read the whole of some book about a guy and a windmill whilst you were… busy,” said Xander pointedly, tapping the thick novel on the table at Willow’s side.
“Reading is good,” nodded Buffy, then made a face as she heard herself. “Ok. So, this is weird. But… I’m happy.” She looked almost surprised as she said the word, and then she nodded to reinforce it. “Happy. There hasn’t been too much of that going around lately, so… I want you guys to be glad for me.”
“We are!” said Willow earnestly. She gave her best friend a look. “Aren’t we, Xander?”
Xander appeared to struggle with himself for a minute, and then he sighed.
“As long as I don’t have to snuggle with the undead English Patient, we’re good,” he said. Buffy flashed him one of those brilliant smiles that made him remember why he’d been in love with her for most of high school, and then she glided back to where Spike was standing. A moment later, the patio doors slid shut.
“Guess I’ve got time to re-read Cervantes, huh?” said Willow wryly, picking up her copy of Don Quixote.
*
Inside the house, Buffy leaned against the doorframe and breathed out.
“Went alright, I reckon,” said Spike, tilting his head towards her.
“Two down…” she said.
“One to go,” he finished, his forehead furrowing into a frown.
“Dawn.”
“Dawn.” Spike nodded grimly. “So, how d’you think she’ll handle me being back from the dead?”
“Pretty well, to be honest,” said a voice from behind him. They turned to see Dawn standing at the opposite end of the room, by the front door. There was a suitcase by her side. “So, Buffy invites me to come stay in this great villa her hot Italian boyfriend has. Then, the day before I’m meant to leave, I get not one but two emails from her, telling me not to rush back from camp if I don’t want to?” She rolled her eyes. “Please. There was so something going on. So I emailed Willow. You know how easy she is to crack.” Dawn smiled somewhat smugly. Then her gaze narrowed and she folded her arms. “So you’re back?” she said to Spike.
“I’m back,” he said levelly.
“Are you going to screw up my sister’s life?”
“I’ll try not to,” he said, after a moment’s consideration. Dawn stared at him, then nodded.
“Ok. But you are not having sex where I can hear you,” she said frankly. “Because that is just gross, and I figure I have a lot of issues already, having grown up on a hellmouth.”
Buffy and Spike blinked at this.
“Blimey, Slayer,” Spike said at last, “when did the Bit turn into Anya?”
“I guess when we lost our straight talker,” said Buffy softly, and smiling at her sister, took Dawn in her arms. Spike made his way into the kitchen to give the sisters a moment to themselves. As he left the room, he caught Dawn’s next comment.
“So what happened to the Immortal?”
“Long story…”
*
“I’m not going out there like this,” said Spike, as he stood with Buffy in their bedroom a few hours later. “That is final.”
“Fine,” said Buffy, shrugging, “I’m going, though. You can stay here and be bored.” She shrugged off her dress, revealing a skimpy bikini. Spike’s gaze grew hot, but Buffy darted away from his roving hands and headed out to the pool. A moment later, Spike heard her laugh and the soft murmur of Xander and Willow’s voices as they splashed in the water. He hesitated, then set his jaw.
“Oh, bollocks to it,” he said determinedly, and headed out onto the patio.
“Oh dear God,” said Xander. “It’s the ghost of Christmas Versace.”
“That,” pointed out Spike, “is probably the poofiest joke you’ve ever made.” Still, he shifted uncomfortably in the moonlight. His pale skin and platinum hair made a brilliant contrast to the startling red and gold of the swimming trunks.
“Xander, play nice,” said Buffy sternly, but Spike noticed the corner of her mouth quirking into a smile.
“Hey!” he said. “You told me you wouldn’t laugh.”
“Sorry,” she said, stifling another giggle.
“Don’t see why you couldn’t have just got me a pair of blank trunks,” he muttered. “I’m tellin’ you, coming back from the dead was easier than putting on these things.”
“Stop being a baby,” she said, grinning at him. “I told you, there wasn’t much choice. I could have got you a thong, so be grateful.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Spike grumbled, sitting down on the recliner and taking a beer from the ice box. He watched Buffy, Willow and Xander throw an inflatable ball around the pool for a while, sipping on his beer. For all his moaning, he wouldn’t give this up for anything. Just to be able to watch Buffy, to see her looking happy, was more than he’d hoped for. To be accepted as part of that was beyond his wildest dreams - even if it did mean wearing sodding ludicrous swimwear.
After a little while the game was called to a halt, and a breathless Willow and Xander staggered towards the house to dry off. Buffy flopped down on the chair next to Spike.
“Didn’t you want to play?” she asked. Spike looked her up and down, his mouth curving into a sensuous smile.
“Not with them,” he said, his voice a low purr. Buffy felt a low throb from beneath her wet bikini bottoms, but she gave him an amused grin.
“Don’t you ever get tired? We’ve already, you know, six times today,” she whispered, her voice caught between amusement and desire. Then she shivered.
“You cold, pet?” he asked. She shrugged.
“It’s just because I’ve just got out of the pool,” she said. “It’s a nice night, though.”
“It is at that,” said Spike. “Come on,” he added, standing up and taking her hand.
“Where are we going?” asked Buffy, following him willingly enough. “Oh,” she said, as Spike climbed into the hot tub by the pool and lifted her in with him.
“Warm you up right quick,” said Spike, stroking her shoulder with one hand, his other cupping her breast.
“Yeah,” she said a little breathlessly, as his thumb moved over her nipple, and in a moment she was sitting on his lap, her bikini bottoms pressing against his hardness. Spike’s tongue was cool in her mouth and she shivered, enjoying the press of his cold skin against hers contrasting with the heat of the water. Spike was just reaching for the clasp at the back of her bikini when she heard the patio doors being opened.
“Spike, get off!” she hissed, pushing him, but instead of taking a seat next to her, Spike slid under the surface of the bubbling water.
“Hey Buffy,” said Willow, stepping through the doors and walking towards the tub. “Where’s Spike?”
Buffy knew there was no way she could explain without it looking like… Well, what it had been about to be.
“He went to get more drinks,” she said.
“Oh,” said Willow, looking puzzled. “I didn’t see him.”
Buffy’s breath hitched sharply as Spike pushed apart her thighs with his head.
“He, ah, moves quickly,” she said brightly.
“I guess,” said Willow. “Well, I just came to get my book, and now I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight!” said Buffy, smiling cheerfully as Willow walked away. When the doors had closed Buffy looked down at the water.
“You can come out now,” she said to Spike. Instead of surfacing, however, she felt hands move up her thighs and slide under the band of her bikini bottoms, then pull down. A moment later a scanty piece of white fabric was floating on the top of the pool, and Buffy gave a soft hiss as Spike’s tongue lightly touched the outside of her folds. There were definitely benefits to having a boyfriend who didn’t need to breathe.
Hot bubbles rippled across her back from the vent behind her, making her skin prickle, and she squirmed as Spike’s tongue delved deeper. She tried to push her hips up against his mouth, but Spike’s firm hands held her tightly against the seat. She threw her head back and groaned as Spike’s tongue moved right inside her, her hands pressing at her breasts, trying to relieve the pressure there. Then his tongue was gone, and she gave a mew of frustration, but it was soon followed by a moan of pleasure as his mouth moved to her clit, his tongue moving in lazy circles, then faster. Without thinking, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, her heels digging into his back, and she gave a low hissing cry as Spike began to suck on her clit. It felt like he was drawing all of her into his mouth and she gave herself completely to him, her body shaking as the wave of her orgasm built into a painful peak and then crashed over her.
A moment later Spike surfaced. His eyes gleamed with desire, and wordlessly Buffy pulled him to her, her mouth kissing his roughly. She pushed him into the seat next to hers, and then pulled his trunks down and climbed on top of him. His cock entered her fully at once, and she groaned as he filled her, her inner muscles still twitching from her orgasm. They moved together hard and fast until Spike, with a shout, came.
Buffy rested her head against his chest. They stayed like that for a while, listening to the bubble of the water, and then Buffy sat up again, smiling at Spike.
“So I got you to go in the water after all,” she said triumphantly.
“And I knew the trunks did it for you,” he said, grinning. Buffy laughed and slapped his shoulder. Just then the door crashed open and Dawn stepped out. Quickly Buffy slid off Spike’s lap, glad that the bubbling water hid their lower bodies.
“Buffy, did you see my - Oh my God,” said Dawn, staring at them in horror.
“What?”
“You’ve just had sex, haven’t you? Oh, this is so gross.”
“We have not,” said Buffy. “We’ve just been sitting here, enjoying the night.”
“Oh yeah?” said Dawn. “Then what’s that?” she asked, tilting her head towards the ground. Buffy looked over. There on the deck by the tub lay her bikini bottoms. They must have kicked them out in the middle of things, thought Buffy, and blushed.
“You are so cleaning that tub out,” said Dawn sternly, but as she walked away she turned her head back and gave Spike what he swore could have been a wink.
Title: When In Rome...
For: missus_grace
By: rachel2205
Request: Buffy defending Spike who's wearing gaudy swim trunks. No/minimal angst, no cliches, no Spuffy with others.
Word count: 2100
Rating: NC-17 or UK 18 for sexual content.
Author’s note: This was quite tricky for me, as it’s a lot fluffier than I usually write! But there was no way I could turn swimming trunks into angst! :D Anyway, this is post-BTVS. There is a very brief mention of Buffy’s previous relationship - hope that’s ok.
Xander leaned forward in his chair.
“Seriously, are those two ever going to come up for air?” he asked with a frown, tilting his head towards the villa’s doors.
“Well, it’s not like Spike needs air,” Willow reminded him from her recliner. She reached for her fruit cocktail and sipped, smiling at Xander over the rim of the glass. He puffed out his cheeks at her.
“I know that! But come on, we haven’t seen Buffy in twenty four hours. She might be starving to death. Or Spike might be eating her!” A splutter from Willow made him rephrase that point. “You know, drinking her blood. Maybe he came back evil. He looked shady. Didn’t you think he looked shady?”
“Ah…”
Willow was saved from having to reply to this by the sound of the patio doors opening. Buffy stepped out dressed in a light summer dress.
“Hi guys!” she said, grinning cheerfully, though her expression was a little shy. Instead of walking across the deck to the pool chairs, she stopped a couple of metres from the door, her feet turned inward bashfully. She glanced over her shoulder, and Spike appeared at the doorway. Unlike the others, who were dressed for the hot Italian sun, Spike was in his habitual black t-shirt and jeans. He leaned against the doorframe where the afternoon shadows were deep enough for him to be safe, and lit up a cigarette.
“So, are you guys having fun?” asked Buffy with the bright air of someone searching for conversation.
“Willow read the whole of some book about a guy and a windmill whilst you were… busy,” said Xander pointedly, tapping the thick novel on the table at Willow’s side.
“Reading is good,” nodded Buffy, then made a face as she heard herself. “Ok. So, this is weird. But… I’m happy.” She looked almost surprised as she said the word, and then she nodded to reinforce it. “Happy. There hasn’t been too much of that going around lately, so… I want you guys to be glad for me.”
“We are!” said Willow earnestly. She gave her best friend a look. “Aren’t we, Xander?”
Xander appeared to struggle with himself for a minute, and then he sighed.
“As long as I don’t have to snuggle with the undead English Patient, we’re good,” he said. Buffy flashed him one of those brilliant smiles that made him remember why he’d been in love with her for most of high school, and then she glided back to where Spike was standing. A moment later, the patio doors slid shut.
“Guess I’ve got time to re-read Cervantes, huh?” said Willow wryly, picking up her copy of Don Quixote.
*
Inside the house, Buffy leaned against the doorframe and breathed out.
“Went alright, I reckon,” said Spike, tilting his head towards her.
“Two down…” she said.
“One to go,” he finished, his forehead furrowing into a frown.
“Dawn.”
“Dawn.” Spike nodded grimly. “So, how d’you think she’ll handle me being back from the dead?”
“Pretty well, to be honest,” said a voice from behind him. They turned to see Dawn standing at the opposite end of the room, by the front door. There was a suitcase by her side. “So, Buffy invites me to come stay in this great villa her hot Italian boyfriend has. Then, the day before I’m meant to leave, I get not one but two emails from her, telling me not to rush back from camp if I don’t want to?” She rolled her eyes. “Please. There was so something going on. So I emailed Willow. You know how easy she is to crack.” Dawn smiled somewhat smugly. Then her gaze narrowed and she folded her arms. “So you’re back?” she said to Spike.
“I’m back,” he said levelly.
“Are you going to screw up my sister’s life?”
“I’ll try not to,” he said, after a moment’s consideration. Dawn stared at him, then nodded.
“Ok. But you are not having sex where I can hear you,” she said frankly. “Because that is just gross, and I figure I have a lot of issues already, having grown up on a hellmouth.”
Buffy and Spike blinked at this.
“Blimey, Slayer,” Spike said at last, “when did the Bit turn into Anya?”
“I guess when we lost our straight talker,” said Buffy softly, and smiling at her sister, took Dawn in her arms. Spike made his way into the kitchen to give the sisters a moment to themselves. As he left the room, he caught Dawn’s next comment.
“So what happened to the Immortal?”
“Long story…”
*
“I’m not going out there like this,” said Spike, as he stood with Buffy in their bedroom a few hours later. “That is final.”
“Fine,” said Buffy, shrugging, “I’m going, though. You can stay here and be bored.” She shrugged off her dress, revealing a skimpy bikini. Spike’s gaze grew hot, but Buffy darted away from his roving hands and headed out to the pool. A moment later, Spike heard her laugh and the soft murmur of Xander and Willow’s voices as they splashed in the water. He hesitated, then set his jaw.
“Oh, bollocks to it,” he said determinedly, and headed out onto the patio.
“Oh dear God,” said Xander. “It’s the ghost of Christmas Versace.”
“That,” pointed out Spike, “is probably the poofiest joke you’ve ever made.” Still, he shifted uncomfortably in the moonlight. His pale skin and platinum hair made a brilliant contrast to the startling red and gold of the swimming trunks.
“Xander, play nice,” said Buffy sternly, but Spike noticed the corner of her mouth quirking into a smile.
“Hey!” he said. “You told me you wouldn’t laugh.”
“Sorry,” she said, stifling another giggle.
“Don’t see why you couldn’t have just got me a pair of blank trunks,” he muttered. “I’m tellin’ you, coming back from the dead was easier than putting on these things.”
“Stop being a baby,” she said, grinning at him. “I told you, there wasn’t much choice. I could have got you a thong, so be grateful.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Spike grumbled, sitting down on the recliner and taking a beer from the ice box. He watched Buffy, Willow and Xander throw an inflatable ball around the pool for a while, sipping on his beer. For all his moaning, he wouldn’t give this up for anything. Just to be able to watch Buffy, to see her looking happy, was more than he’d hoped for. To be accepted as part of that was beyond his wildest dreams - even if it did mean wearing sodding ludicrous swimwear.
After a little while the game was called to a halt, and a breathless Willow and Xander staggered towards the house to dry off. Buffy flopped down on the chair next to Spike.
“Didn’t you want to play?” she asked. Spike looked her up and down, his mouth curving into a sensuous smile.
“Not with them,” he said, his voice a low purr. Buffy felt a low throb from beneath her wet bikini bottoms, but she gave him an amused grin.
“Don’t you ever get tired? We’ve already, you know, six times today,” she whispered, her voice caught between amusement and desire. Then she shivered.
“You cold, pet?” he asked. She shrugged.
“It’s just because I’ve just got out of the pool,” she said. “It’s a nice night, though.”
“It is at that,” said Spike. “Come on,” he added, standing up and taking her hand.
“Where are we going?” asked Buffy, following him willingly enough. “Oh,” she said, as Spike climbed into the hot tub by the pool and lifted her in with him.
“Warm you up right quick,” said Spike, stroking her shoulder with one hand, his other cupping her breast.
“Yeah,” she said a little breathlessly, as his thumb moved over her nipple, and in a moment she was sitting on his lap, her bikini bottoms pressing against his hardness. Spike’s tongue was cool in her mouth and she shivered, enjoying the press of his cold skin against hers contrasting with the heat of the water. Spike was just reaching for the clasp at the back of her bikini when she heard the patio doors being opened.
“Spike, get off!” she hissed, pushing him, but instead of taking a seat next to her, Spike slid under the surface of the bubbling water.
“Hey Buffy,” said Willow, stepping through the doors and walking towards the tub. “Where’s Spike?”
Buffy knew there was no way she could explain without it looking like… Well, what it had been about to be.
“He went to get more drinks,” she said.
“Oh,” said Willow, looking puzzled. “I didn’t see him.”
Buffy’s breath hitched sharply as Spike pushed apart her thighs with his head.
“He, ah, moves quickly,” she said brightly.
“I guess,” said Willow. “Well, I just came to get my book, and now I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight!” said Buffy, smiling cheerfully as Willow walked away. When the doors had closed Buffy looked down at the water.
“You can come out now,” she said to Spike. Instead of surfacing, however, she felt hands move up her thighs and slide under the band of her bikini bottoms, then pull down. A moment later a scanty piece of white fabric was floating on the top of the pool, and Buffy gave a soft hiss as Spike’s tongue lightly touched the outside of her folds. There were definitely benefits to having a boyfriend who didn’t need to breathe.
Hot bubbles rippled across her back from the vent behind her, making her skin prickle, and she squirmed as Spike’s tongue delved deeper. She tried to push her hips up against his mouth, but Spike’s firm hands held her tightly against the seat. She threw her head back and groaned as Spike’s tongue moved right inside her, her hands pressing at her breasts, trying to relieve the pressure there. Then his tongue was gone, and she gave a mew of frustration, but it was soon followed by a moan of pleasure as his mouth moved to her clit, his tongue moving in lazy circles, then faster. Without thinking, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, her heels digging into his back, and she gave a low hissing cry as Spike began to suck on her clit. It felt like he was drawing all of her into his mouth and she gave herself completely to him, her body shaking as the wave of her orgasm built into a painful peak and then crashed over her.
A moment later Spike surfaced. His eyes gleamed with desire, and wordlessly Buffy pulled him to her, her mouth kissing his roughly. She pushed him into the seat next to hers, and then pulled his trunks down and climbed on top of him. His cock entered her fully at once, and she groaned as he filled her, her inner muscles still twitching from her orgasm. They moved together hard and fast until Spike, with a shout, came.
Buffy rested her head against his chest. They stayed like that for a while, listening to the bubble of the water, and then Buffy sat up again, smiling at Spike.
“So I got you to go in the water after all,” she said triumphantly.
“And I knew the trunks did it for you,” he said, grinning. Buffy laughed and slapped his shoulder. Just then the door crashed open and Dawn stepped out. Quickly Buffy slid off Spike’s lap, glad that the bubbling water hid their lower bodies.
“Buffy, did you see my - Oh my God,” said Dawn, staring at them in horror.
“What?”
“You’ve just had sex, haven’t you? Oh, this is so gross.”
“We have not,” said Buffy. “We’ve just been sitting here, enjoying the night.”
“Oh yeah?” said Dawn. “Then what’s that?” she asked, tilting her head towards the ground. Buffy looked over. There on the deck by the tub lay her bikini bottoms. They must have kicked them out in the middle of things, thought Buffy, and blushed.
“You are so cleaning that tub out,” said Dawn sternly, but as she walked away she turned her head back and gave Spike what he swore could have been a wink.