Buffy, Willow and Cordelia were walking toward a beautiful Victorian mansion.
"Spike said that all three of us were to meet him here right?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah I think this is the right address," Willow confirmed reading the slip of paper that had the directions on it.
"Well all I can say is that this better be a good reason to interrupt my weekly manicure and pedicure," Cordelia scoffed looking at her unpolished nails, "I mean, I couldn't even get a base coat on first... The nerve of that walking dead guy."
"Cordy, it must be a good reason, why else would Spike call us? Willow for her magic, me for my strength, and you..." Buffy trailed off. "Well, I don't know why you would need to be there... maybe he needs you for bait," she said jokingly to the ex-prom queen.
Cordy just rolled her eyes and said, "Well at least I'm a natural brunette... Miss Clairol dye job #236." Buffy just looked at her and stuck out her tongue.
The girls continued on in silence until they knocked on the door. The door was slightly ajar and the three of them entered the mansion and took in the expanse of the estate. The entryway had a high ceiling that portrayed wooden rafters. Hardwood graced the floors. Walking into the foyer, they saw plush carpeting on the staircase and a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
At the top of the stairs stood Spike – clad only in black jeans. No shoes, no socks, no shirt. What a sight to behold. By the passionate look that he gave the three girls, they knew why they had been summoned.
"Hello ladies!" he drawled sexily, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette. "I have something to show you up here."
The trio ascended the stairs to follow the half-naked vampire, the scent of arousal filling the room.
"Red, Princess, Slayer. Follow me." And the girls watched the vampire saunter toward the guest wing.
Willow and Cordy were placed in rooms side by side. The rooms were made up of a double bed, a small powder room and a TV with VCR. The walls were covered in neutral tones of soft beige and cream colours.
"I'll be back in due time... I only have fifteen minute intervals with each of you at a time," he explained and then left closing the door behind him.
Standing in the hallway, Spike looked at Buffy and said, "Ok, shall we get started?"
"Only fifteen minutes? That's not enough time!" she said rubbing her hand down his naked back.
"I know pet, but if I'm gonna get to all you girls, I need to spread m'self a little thin. Besides it is quality, not quantity!" he appeased gently, cupping her chin in his hand and placing a small yet tender kiss on her lips.
"Oh okaaaayyyyy" she said with a big pout. "It's just that fifteen minutes goes sooo quickly!" she whined.
"There, there now! None of that, or no orgasms for you!"
"Ok Spike, I'll be good!" Buffy exclaimed clapping her hands and jumping for joy.
"That's my little nymph of a Slayer!"
Spike grasped Buffy's hand and led her to his master suite. Buffy was looking at the décor, but was having a hard time describing the detail. It was giving her the wiggins.
Spike closed the door and said, "OK, start the clock!"
And they're off!
The vampire pounces on the bed attacking the slayer's clothing. The Slayer's hands roam all over the chest and back of the vampire. Mouths connecting, as if their lives depended on the duel of tongues. Hands pulling off jeans and Capri pants. Bra and panties on the floor. Now the race is neck and neck as mouths explore exposed flesh. Hands and fingers fondle and entice throbbing genitals. With minutes to spare he takes her swiftly, they land on the floor, with the Slayer taking the lead. She rides him hard for all that she is worth. She can feel his hand come between their writhing bodies to rub her clit. The race is almost over as they head toward the finish line.
Panting.... Sweating.... Screaming.... Release....
Spike looks up at the clock with ten seconds left.
"Well I guess Red is next!" He got up to put his jeans on, leaving a heaving Buffy on the floor.
He bent down to kiss her...
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Buffy woke up startled by the alarm above her. "Wait, that is odd. Why is my alarm above my head? When did my bed feel like the floor???" She then discovered that she was on the floor.
"Ohhh noooo!!!" she cringed, slowly trying to get up and turning the alarm off. Bits and pieces of her dream started to come back to haunt her.
"Holy Shit! I can't believe I dreamt of Spike! Dreamt of sharing Spike! Dreamt of sharing Spike with Willow and Cordelia! UUUGGGHHHH!!!" She shivered.
"I need a shower... A really hot shower." But then she thought about how much she had enjoyed those subconscious fifteen minutes.
"Maybe I need a cold shower." She blushed. "A REALLY, long, cold shower," she declared grabbing her robe and headed for the bathroom.
*****
The vampire ran for his unlife; the Slayer of Sunnydale was chasing him. He thought that he would have had an easy meal, but he was wrong. The Slayer came up behind him, as he was about to leap on his prey, a young red head walking to a magic shop. Suddenly the red head turned around and mumbled some words, and then a bright light appeared from her hands and was thrown at his chest.
The Slayer reached the vampire just after the magic light hit its target. Willow had made up a new spell to simulate the sun, it didn't really incinerate the vamps, but it was enough to confuse them into thinking it was harmful.
Buffy came up with a roundhouse kick, knocking the vamp off his feet. She had her stake ready to come down as the vamp rolled out of the way. He got up and threw a left hook at her face; she dodged the blow and came in with her own punches.
"You know, you could make this easier if you would just die already!" She bantered with the vampire.
Another uppercut and a knee to his ribs, she jabbed the stake in his back as he keeled over, and turned to dust.
A sigh escaped the Slayer's lips, "Ahhh. That was a good bit of exercise this evening." Brushing off the dust from her leather pants.
"Willow, That was a good spell! It really wigg's out the vamps enough for me to get them from behind." Buffy congratulated her friend who was gathering up her magic herbs.
"Buffy that was close! We should not have them think they could get that close to me." Willow said, slightly shaken.
"Willow, I don't think you should be afraid... Those vampires should be the ones afraid of you. Your powers are really advancing!" Buffy replied.
"Well, yeah. I am doing more spells and reading more books on the art. Plus Tara has so much natural power that when we work together, we strengthen each others abilities." Willow said in her excited mode.
Buffy just stared at her friend with amusement in her eyes. "Wills, you soooo underestimate your courage." Buffy patted her friend on the back as the proceeded to walk towards the cemetery.
"You know, I should do one more sweep of the cemetery, do you want to meet me back at my house?" Buffy asked.
"Ya sure. I will go see how Tara and Dawn are doing." Willow answered.
"Ok, I'll meet you back there." As the two girls parted ways.
Buffy walked on for about 5 minutes. She got bored from the lack of vampire activity, before she stood in front of Spike's crypt.
"Hmmm. I wonder what Spike is up to?"
She looked in the window and didn't see him. She looked at her watch, "11 o' clock and no sign of Spike. That's odd... Not even watching the TV." Curiosity killed Buffy's cat, and she knocked on his door.
"Spike, you home?" She slowly walked inside and looked around.
"Spiiiiike... Come out, come out where ever you are...Ollie ollie oxen free." She giggled.
She was at the back of the crypt to where the entrance to the basement was, and most likely his bedroom.
"I always had a morbid curiosity about his bedroom, " as she descended the stairs.
What she saw in the dimly lit room was unreal. She noticed a 4-poster bed, a dresser with matching wardrobe and end tables. Instead of lamps, he had candles all about the room. But no Spike.
"I wonder where he is?" Buffy mused as she walked over to his bed and felt the comforter and looked at the sheets underneath.
"Wow! I didn't think Spike liked these comforts. And what do we have here? Satin sheets... Black satin sheets, no less. Well go figure." She thought about what he would look like against the sheets... Stark white against the black shiny material. ~Stop that Buffy~ "I always wanted to know what it felt like to sleep in satin sheets." She said with a sly grin. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, Buffy lay back on the bed.
Spike was heading back to his crypt after hanging out at Willy's for a few drinks. It was the only place for him to get a drink of human blood without having to actually kill the person, since he couldn't with the nice little government chip in his head. Willy has been getting his stash of the 'good stuff' from the local Red Cross. It was a bit on the expensive side, but he had some money stashed away that nobody knew about. Not even his poof of a sire. He knew that one day investing in stocks would pay off. Who would have thought a company with the name like "Apple" would actually make him a multi millionaire? That's why he always kept a low profile living in the crypt.
He entered his crypt, closing the door behind him. He began to take off his duster and light a smoke. Flicking the Zippo closed, he felt a presence that was out of place in his surroundings. He looked around the room to see if anything was missing.
"Nooo... All looks right... It just don't feel right." He said to himself. Walking to the basement hatch, he noticed that it was open.
"All Right! Who's there! I know someone is down there!" He yelled down into the cellar.
Buffy quickly sat up "Oh Shit!" Looking around, trying to think quickly. "Oh my god... Where am I gonna hide!" She saw his wardrobe and got an idea. She hopped off the bed, and ran for the wardrobe. Buffy opened the doors and stepped inside.
Meanwhile, Spike stepped down the stairwell and into his bedroom.
"Who's there? When I find you, you'll be sorry," looking under the bed.
