TITLE: Home Alone
EMAIL MEREDITH AT: pandamer@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to Joss Whedon.
SUMMARY: Spike catches Buffy watching a 'movie' and smut follows
NOTES: I wrote "Blame It On The Movies" a few weeks ago. Some people asked me to continue it or change it slightly to create a new story with the same premis. Here it is! I think I'm going to start a series of these stories and call the series, "If You Don't Stop, You'll Go Blind!" Enjoy!
RATING: NC-17
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"Bye Dawn! Have fun this weekend!" Buffy stood on her porch watching her sister leave in the backseat of her friend's car. She was headed to Anaheim for a long weekend, staying in one of the Disney Resorts with Katie and Katie's family. The Slayer was glad that Dawn could have a fun weekend with her friends. She couldn't remember the last time she just packed up and went away on a vacation. It had been years. It was nice to have the house to herself for once. Kind of like a mini-vacation. She told everyone that she planned to soak in a bubble bath, watch movies and eat popcorn and chocolate until she fell asleep. The Scoobies agreed to leave her alone.
Actually, that was a lie. She was planning on staying in all night watching movies, but not cute little Disney movies. She had secretly signed up with one of those mail order adult subscriptions services. They had been sending her XXX rated movies and magazines, one every three weeks. Buffy was enjoying the magazines, but with Dawn always around she never had a chance to put in a movie.
She felt this was her best option for relieving her stress and frustration. Every time she dated someone it turned viscously rotten and she was sick of it. She didn't want to initiate a new member of the team, and she had no interest in any of the team members.
Once again, she was lying. There was one person she was interested in, but that was against the rules and she refused to give into her desires. She'd just have to keep on fantasizing about him, as he was about her.
She pulled down all the shades in the house and put in the first movie. Then she went upstairs to her bedroom to change into a tee-shirt and sweat pants, and returned to the living room to settle into the couch. She and Dawn had changed all the furniture after their Mom died, and the new couch was very plush and comfortable. It was also a sleeper sofa, and she was considering pulling it out and camping there all night. Maybe later.
Buffy was ready for a night of de-stressing. She turned down the lights to a dim glow and started the movie. After settling for magazines for so many weeks, she was ready to see something a little more intense, and the movie she picked was just what she needed. There was no plot, bad lighting and horrible background music. There was also no sense of romance in the scene being played out before her. They were fucking, and Buffy was thoroughly enjoying it.
She decided to drag out this night as long as possible. She didn't know when she'd be able to do this again, and therefore it had to last. Her hands stayed at her sides as the movie progressed. She knew she was getting wet and swollen, and her nipples were sticking out against her tee shirt, but she wasn't ready to allow herself the pleasure of her fingers. Her legs involuntarily opened and closed, causing pressure against her clit, and she was sweating and breathing hard. The more she denied herself physical contact, the more aroused she grew.
After about 30 minutes, she decided it was too much for her to take, and she reached for the vibrator that she received from the club as a gift for signing up. That's when she saw him open the front door and step inside the house.
She screamed and jumped about three feet before charging at him, teeth bared. "What the FUCK are you doing here?! Who the hell asked you to come inside??" She was livid and deathly embarrassed at being caught. She quickly ran to the TV to shut it off.
"Too late Slayer! What, real men not worth it anymore? Have to get yourself off with porn?"
"Spike, I'm giving you to the count of three to get the FUCK out of my house, or I'll flush your ashes down the toilet!"
"Hey! Now that's enough of that! I'm not the one caught acting all indecent, that's you. And anyway, I brought you a gift. A peace offering!" He handed her a tub of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and turned to walk out.
"Wait, I'm sorry. You scared me. Can you, um, you know…"
"Never ever mention this to anyone? Yeah luv. I promise." He was sincere. He didn't even want to tease her. Truth be told, the whole situation was intensely arousing. He was hard in his pants and pressing against the zipper painfully.
"Wanna come in and watch a movie with me? I mean, like a G rated movie, not, oh screw it. Come on in."
He followed her back to the couch and caught her slipping her vibrator under the seat cushion when she thought he wasn't looking. "So what do you want to watch?" she asked him.
"Why not continue the movie you were watching? You were enjoying it, and personally I find them amusing! I promise, I won't touch you, or myself, unless you ask me to." His voice deepened as he talked until it was a low erotic growl. From where they were sitting, she had a clear view of the bulge in his pants.
She opened the ice cream and started eating it slowly. "You promise, no touching? That means both me and you?"
"I won't lay a hand on you unless you ask me to, or on myself. I swear. Turn on the movie!"
She was so horny and desperately wanted to get back to the movie. "Okay. I trust you. Don't give me a reason not to."
She hit the play button and the moaning and grinding picked up where it had left off. After the delay, she thought she would have calmed down a bit. The opposite was the truth. The movie coupled with Spike's nearness had her exploding almost immediately.
They watched the couple on the screen. The guy was sliding a vibrator over his partner's clit, down into her and then back up over her clit again. She was swollen, wet and visibly throbbing. Buffy had been planning on using her vibrator on herself in a similar manner, and she was aching for the contact. Her silk panties were rubbing against her every time she moved, and it was becoming agonizing.
Spike was having no better time of it. He was painfully hard and needed to readjust himself. His length was pressed to the side and the zipper was cutting into his skin. He tried maneuvering himself so that he would readjust without the use of his hand. All he succeeding in doing was making himself harder when he caught her watching him. He thrust his hips forward, pulled them back, nothing he did would move his cock into a more comfortable resting place.
"Buffy, I'm dying here. Do you mind if I adjust myself?"
"We had a deal! No touching."
"Bloody hell woman! My dick is bent in half!" It was hurting so bad that he didn't care about their deal anymore. He reached down and grabbed a hold of his hard cock. He moved it around until it was straight, unable to resist squeezing it for a second. Buffy watched the whole thing and was completely unable to tear her eyes away from the mound his cock made in his jeans. She had been holding her breath, just staring, when Spike realized that on some level, what he just did turned her on so much she nearly came.
"Um, still not perfect. Tight bloody jeans." He moved it a little to the left, then back to the right, he pushed down hard and ran his thumb over the head. "I just can't get comfortable. You have no idea how painful this is luv."
When Buffy finally exhaled, it was in the form of a moan. She was having a mini-orgasm; she couldn't help herself. He reached over her and scooped a dollop of ice cream out of the container with his finger and sucked the sticky stuff down his throat.
"I think you should leave Spike. I really can't do this…it's too much." She stood up to leave and he ran his hand down her outer thigh as she passed him.
"Are you sure luv? I already promised that I'd never mention this night to anyone, why don't we make the most of it? Look, I still promise I won't 'Touch You' touch you, okay?"
"Well then what do you plan on doing?" She was standing in front of him. His legs were spread open and his hips were low on the couch.
Slowly, Spike unbuttoned the top of his jeans while her eyes riveted to his bulge. He pulled it back and the very tip of his cock was exposed.
"I have to tell you Pet, if I stay, these jeans HAVE to go. They're cutting off my circulation!"
"You don't have a circulation."
"Yeah, but it still hurts," he dragged out the word 'hurts' and ran his fingers down and then up his hard length. When he reached the top, he pressed his middle finger onto the hard exposed head and made little circles on it.
"Of course, if you insist I should leave…" he began buttoning his jeans back up.
"NO! I mean, you can stay." She licked her lips.
"Then off they come!" He pulled the zipper down agonizingly slow, and his cock struggled to be freed. It bounced out and stood hard and straight against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around the base and began stroking himself, pointing the tip towards her.
"This movie's almost done. Put in another one luv." He never stopped stroking as she quickly switched out the movies. She sat down next to him.
"Aren't you going to take off your jeans completely?" Buffy realized she said that out loud and clasped her hand over her mouth. Spike laughed and pulled his clothes off, one piece at a time. He was sitting next to her, stark naked, with a raging hard-on and masturbating to a porno.
"What about you Buffy. Going to strip and let me look at your hot little quim?"
No one had ever talked dirty to her before and she had another mini-orgasm. He noticed the effect his words had on her and decided to talk dirty every chance he got.
When she was done cumming, she took off her tee shirt, revealing her perfect breasts, and then her sweats and silk panties. She decided to take it a step further, and reached over Spike and his hard cock to put her panties on the table next to him. The silk brushed against him and he moaned hard and loud. His balls tightened and he squeezed himself in a vice grip.
"Lemme see," he groaned. She moved to the opposite end of the couch and turned to sit on it lengthwise. She opened her legs to reveal her glistening pussy and swollen clit to him. He moved on the couch lengthwise as well, and they faced each other.
"You've got a hot little pussy there, in fact, it's so wet that I bet your vibrator would slide right in without any problem. Wanna try and find out if I'm right?"
Before she could answer him, he reached under the couch cushions and pulled out her toy. He flipped it in the on position and moved it towards her. She was completely frozen and watched as he slid it effortlessly into her and began fucking her with fast strokes. She came in seconds, her hands grasping the material of the couch, her head thrown back in a scream.
He pulled it out of her and waited patiently until she gathered herself. Once she looked at him again, he took the vibrator and rubbed it on the bottom of his cock and around the head. She leaned forward to watch and began fingering herself wildly with her right hand. The left hand reached out to take the vibrator from him. He relinquished it to her and she continued rubbing it on his cock. She followed his hand as it moved up and down, and she held it still on the sensitive spot on the bottom just under the head. Spike was breathing hard and moaning non-stop. "Oh…fuck… Buffy…I'm going…to…cum…"
His sperm shot out of him and poured down his hand and the vibrator. She came with him at the ministrations of her hand.
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They sat on opposite sides of the couches, 'basking in the afterglow'.
"I promised I wouldn't touch you, and I never did."
"I wish you would."
He crawled across the couch and slid his already hard cock deep inside her. Once he was fully sheathed, he looked in her eyes and whispered, "I love you."
He could say the dirtiest, nastiest things ever to her, but it was the 'I love you' that effected her most of all. He did, she did, and they did. Again, and again, and again.