TITLE: Play With Fire...You Might Get Burned
BY: Zorya
MAIL: LunarMyth
DISCLAIMERS: I own nothing...yep, that about covers it all. Oh, and as an afterthought, thanks to Joss, WB, and Mutant Enemy, whom without, none of this would be possible.... *yeah...right*
CATEGORY: B/S...smut...smut.
SUMMARY: Buffy likes to play. Buffy likes to win. So does Spike. So Buffy and Spike have a little fun.
NOTE: After a little bit of thought and not much creativity, I've decided I'll fix this piece and/or insert it into a part of my "Games" series -- think 'She's Like The Wind' and 'Twisted'. (Which YES, I AM still working on...)
FEEDBACK: Ummmm...I don't really feel this piece is worth any, but hey. I'm always open *eg*


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"Give it up."

"Never."

"You know you want to."

"In your dreams."

"You got that fuckin' right."

"Let go of me."

"What? Scared of a little foreplay?"

"You don't exactly play fair."

"All's fair in love and war, pet."

"And this would be...?"

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what? I was just gonna - "

"Touch it and you die."

"C'mon. You've been begging for it all night."

"I'm warning you, Slayer. You're playing with fire if you...go...THERE!"

"Maybe I wanna get burned," Buffy murmured smoothly as she wrestled his arm to the table and purposefully knocked his mug of hot chocolate over. "I win!"

"Those were my little marshmallows!" With a growl he grabbed a handful of paper towels and knelt down to begin mopping up the mess.

"I've got a little something that could use your...touch," she said, standing up in front of him.

Spike raised his head slowly, his gaze sliding over the smooth, tanned skin of her slender legs...then up higher to her sleek thighs. He stopped and watched the way the hem of her loose cotton skirt brushed against the silky skin on the tops of her thighs. She really needed to wear more conservative clothing.

"Earth to Spike?" Buffy asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. "I need you to come take a look at the crossbow. It's been locking up again."

Spike grimaced and threw the paper towels in the garbage. "Fine. Where is it?"

Buffy smiled and then turned to him. "Oh, it's up in my room," she told him nonchalantly.

"Lead the way."

Buffy shook her head. "After you..." she grinned as Spike swept past her. "Loser," she murmured.

"What was that?" he spun around, a dangerous look in his clear blue eyes.

Buffy shrugged. "I didn't say a thing."

Spike eyed her critically before turning back and heading up the stairs. She couldn't help but smile widely as she watched his ass all the way up the stairs.

Spike flung the door open wide and looked around her room. There was no crossbow in sight. "Where is it, Slayer?" he asked irritably.

Buffy stepped up behind him and edged into the room, letting her body brush against his as she entered. "Ummm...I think it's under the bed."

"You think...?" Spike rolled his eyes and muttered something about "crazy Slayers" beneath his nonexistent breath. She closed the door and walked into further into the room as he got down on his knees and began to search under her bed. "Slayer, there's nothing he-" he stopped as he turned his head towards the door and saw she wasn't there. The sound of her clearing her throat brought his gaze around to where she was leaning against her desk. Her hands were behind her back and Spike could swear he saw the outline of her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her T-shirt. But the room was too dim. Too dim?

"Maybe it's in the closet," he heard her say, her voice almost too soft for him to hear. As he stood up he gave her a long, hard look. With a shrug he moved to her closet and peeked inside.

"Nothing," he said as he turned around. She was perched on the edge of her desk, her legs crossed at the ankles as she swung them back and forth.

"Hmmm.... I really have no idea where it could have gotten too," she said innocently. Too innocently.

"What's your game, Slayer?" Spike asked suspiciously. The sight of her there, her skirt riding high on her thighs and her long hair tumbling over her shoulder, the dim lighting giving her an ethereal golden appearance, was overloading his senses and once again he cursed whatever Fate had sent him back to Sunnyhell.

"Game? Don't know what you're talking about, Spike."

Spike scowled and stalked forward, his eyes glittering dangerously as he sank into his primal predatory nature. "Is that right?" he asked as he stepped up to her. He set his hands on either side of her legs and leaned over her, forcing her to recline against the wall. "Well, I think," he murmured huskily as his gaze roamed over her parted lips, "that you really are playing with fire, little girl." He watched with satisfaction as her eyes got wide. Maybe that would teach her to play her silly little games that turned his blood to fire.

"Like I said...maybe I wanna get burned," she smiled.

Spike arched a brow and shrugged. "Whatever the Slayer wants, the Slayer gets. Is that how it works?" He placed his hands on her knees and uncrossed her legs.

"It'll work," Buffy sighed at his cold touch. His fingertips inched tantalizingly slow up the outside of her thighs and she unconsciously began parting her legs in a silent invitation.

Spike looked down at her and his eyes darkened. With a rough tug, he pulled her to him and settled himself between her legs. As his fingers trailed over the small of her back and the curve of her ass, Spike was surprised to find that she was wearing no panties. Buffy smiled impishly up at him and he couldn't help but chuckle. She'd been planning this the whole night while he'd been going out of his mind for want of her. He leaned down and captured her lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss before he removed his hands from her legs and settled them on her waist.

"Spike..." Buffy pouted.

"Shut up," he told her, again pleased when her eyes got wide. "You said you wanted to get burned. I'm just more than happy to oblige." Without another word he sank to his knees and drew her hips to the edge of the desk. His hands massaged her little feet and he grinned when he saw her pale pink toenails. He caressed her calves, relishing the smooth, warm feel of her skin. When Spike's hands reached her knees again, he lifted each leg gently in turn and draped them over his shoulders.

"Spike..." Buffy sighed and he laughed.

He pushed her skirt up over her waist and let his fingers trail lightly over her dark curls, teasing her. He placed one fingertip over her slit and ran it up and down, relishing her scent that bloomed beneath his touch. Spike heard the catch in her breath as he slipped his fingertip inside her, still slowly dragging it up and down. When he rubbed over her clit, she gasped and arched into him.

"Please, Spike," she moaned.

Spike growled and spread her lips open to his view. She was so pink and wet and...luscious. He moved his head forwards and let his tongue flick over her sensitive nubbin. Spike vaguely felt her thread her fingers through his hair, heard her head hit the wall as she arched backwards, but he was too intent on his task to care. He teased her clit, lapping at it before he began to suckle at it.

Buffy tightened her grasp on him. She didn't want him to stop...didn't want him to go on. It was like sweet torture and the only thing on her mind was her imminent release.

As his tongue played with her, Spike slipped a finger inside over her. His body tensed as the tight, hot sensation engulfed his senses. All he wanted to do was to lose himself in her slick heat. He felt her clenching her muscles and realized it hadn't taken much to bring her to the edge. But no. He wasn't going to let her off that easy. He'd been in pain half the night because of her. The least she could do was endure a little of her own medicine. Spike drew back lifted her hands from his hair. Her eyes were glazed and half closed in passion and her body was writhing against the hard wooden desk in seek of release. When she realized he'd left her, Buffy's eyes flew open.

"Spike?" He was sitting on her bed, grinning widely. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her breathing was labored, her eyes were wild and her skirt was still hiked up around her waist. Spike thought he'd never seen her more beautiful.

"You said you wanted to play. I'm just teaching you how." He grinned wickedly when she narrowed her eyes.

"Oh? Play. Okay. Well, two can play at this game. And as you know, I never lose."

"Feel free to try." His blue eyes challenged her.

Buffy slid off the desk and sauntered over to him, her body moving with a natural wanton grace. It entered his mind that perhaps he'd gone too far, but it was too late now. With a lascivious grin and wink, Buffy pushed him back onto the bed and stood over him, straddling his knees. She reached out and yanked his red shirt open, hearing the buttons pop off and hit the walls.

"Hey! This is my - " he saw her raised brow and shut up. He'd show her he could resist.

With a satisfied grin, Buffy ran her hands beneath his black T-shirt, her fingertips dancing over the rigid muscles of his abdomen and chest. Spike sucked in a breath at the feel of her warm hands on his skin, but he didn't move. Her nails flicked over his nipples and he groaned softly. With a jerk and a tug, his black shirt was gone too. He watched her lean down and place a kiss on the middle of his chest. The ends of her hair brushed over him and he shivered at the feel. And when he felt her teeth lightly biting his nipple, Spike curled his fists in her comforter, unable to stop the soft purr that had been growing deep in his throat. Buffy laughed huskily and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she raised her gaze to him. She placed little kisses all the way down his chest till she reached the waistband of his jeans, never breaking eye contact. She stepped between his thighs and knelt down and Spike found himself straining upwards to watch what she was doing. With a flick of her wrist, the top button was undone and she pressed a kiss to the exposed skin. His gaze was questioning and hers was downright lewd as she leaned forward and caught his zipper between her teeth, tugging it down slowly. Her warm breath washed over him in waves and he could feel her hovering right over him with every agonizing inch he was set free. She finished and yanked his jeans off, watching giddily as his cock sprang free.

"Wow, Spike. Are sure you don't wanna forfeit?" she asked sweetly.

"Shut up, Slayer," Spike growled. With blinding speed he reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the bed and beneath him. He clutched the hem of her T-shirt in his hands and with a giant tug, pulled it off of her. Buffy bounced backwards and stared up at him in shock.

"I wi-" she started, but was cut off when Spike captured her in a kiss. His mouth was brutal upon hers, but Buffy kissed him back with equal vigor. He pushed past her lips and his tongue plundered her warm depths, inviting her to a silent spar. Buffy readily accepted and pulled him closer to her. His hands reached between their bodies and tore her skirt from her.

Buffy leaned back. "You better buy me a new one," she threatened.

"Luv, a napkin would cover more than that skirt," Spike told her and resumed their kiss. His hands ran over her feverish skin, down her sides, around her back, over the firm curve of her ass, and gripped the backs of her thighs. He nipped lightly at her lower lip teasingly as he parted her legs. As she looked into his eyes, she saw them ripple with gold and shivered. He was so dangerous. He could burn her.

Spike gazed down at her as he positioned himself at her entrance. There was a subtle question in his glance, but it was answered when Buffy wound her arms around him and arched up to him. Smiling cockily, Spike drove into her. The feel of the Slayer around him was more than he'd ever imagined...or dreamed. She was so slick and tight and she burned him with her heat. For a moment he was afraid he'd lose it right then, but he clamed a bit as he withdrew. Buffy smiled knowingly up at him and rose to meet his next thrust.

Spike growled and wrapped his arms around her. As he thrust into her, he lifted her up so that she was kneeling and straddling him at the same time. He pinned her back against the headboard and pounded his cock into her, her velvet vise driving him crazy.

Buffy moaned as he fucked her. He was hard and rough and deep and everything she wanted. Her head banged against her headboard as he banged into her, but it didn't bother her. She scratched her nails over his back, not caring if she was hurting him.

Spike watched the way her breasts bounced every time he rammed into her and leaned forward, catching one taut nipple in his mouth. His tongue laved at it, twirled around it, and he bent her gently, paying her back for her previous actions. He chuckled when he heard her gasp and moved to show the same attention to her other breast. While one arm wrapped around her slender waist, his free hand dipped down and rubbed her, eliciting cries of pleasure from her small mouth.

"Come for me, luv. You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed in pleasure as the waves washed over her and she gripped him tightly to her. Her muscles convulsed around him, tightening over his cock drove into her body. She milked his rigid shaft, and he rammed into her deeper and deeper. He lowered his head to swell of her breasts as his control slipped away. He thrust into her one last time, settling himself deep inside her womb as he spilled his cold seed inside of her. At the same time he morphed into his game visage and sank his fangs deep into the tender flesh above her breast.

Buffy's grasp on his loosened and she rested her forehead against his shoulder. Gently he removed his fangs from her and slid back into his human guise. He ran his fingers through her long hair, tangled and tinged with sweat. Spike lifted her face and pressed a tender kiss to her temple as he rearranged their bodies to a more comfortable position in her bed. She lay next to him, her back to his chest as he spooned against her. Buffy was trembling so he pulled the covers up over them.

"Are you okay, Slayer?" he asked softly, his lips brushing against her ear.

Buffy turned her head and kissed his lips softly. "Umm hmm."

He held her hand. "Didn't get burned too bad, did you?" he asked ruefully.

Buffy sighed and turned back around to turn off the lamp. She closed her eyes with a grin. "I won," she said contentedly and snuggled down to go to sleep in the arms of her lover.

Minutes passed....

"You didn't win."

"Did too."

"You wish. I went easy on you."

"All things considered, I'd say I went easy on you."

"Luv, I had you eating out of the palm of my hand."

"Luv, you couldn't handle me eating off of you anywhere."

"I felt sorry for you."

"You practically came the minute you touched me."

"What?! That's a bloody lie."

"Wanna bet?"

"Oh bring it on, Slayer...."





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