by SpikesKat
Bitch? Did he just call me a bitch?
Buffy’s hand shot out and connected with his nose before she could stop herself. She heard the distinctive crunch of cartilage this time, grinning unrepentantly that she’d broken his nose with her second punch.
“Bloody hell, you crazy bint!” Spike growled, clutching his abused appendage between either hand. “You broke my nose!”
“Yeah… well… you called me a ‘bitch.’”
Spike took a step forward, ready to tear the bint’s head off, then stopped. Not like he could actually do anything to her anyway. Hell, he was already getting warning sparks in the base of his skull.
“Aww… the poor Big Bad…” she taunted, watching how he struggled to bring his rising anger under control.
Spike pulled his hands away from his nose, having shoved it back into alignment. Licking the blood from his fingertips.
“Watch it, little girl,” he ground out. “’m not always gonna have this thing in my head.”
“Oh, so now I’m a ‘little girl.’ Make up your mind, Spike. Hard to be both, don’t you think. No! Wait… don’t answer that. Because you don’t think. Now… tell me what you were really doing here.”
“Wankin’ off against the tree.”
“Wank—?”
Confusion marred her feature, not understanding his terminology. Then she watched as Spike grabbed his crotch, giving himself a nice, leisurely stroke. Helpless, her wide-eyed gaze tracked his hand as he cupped the huge bulge straining against his jeans.
“Oh my god… ewww!” she hissed, finally tearing her eyes away to glare up at him.
“Don’t knock it, pet. A good wank can help relieve the stress… and I see you’ve got a lot of… stress,” he told her, pleased that when he stepped closer, she didn’t draw back from him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it before…” he murmured. “…buried your fingers in your juicy quim, sliding them in and out until your body tightens around them.”
Buffy stared up at him, unable to break the spell the vampire was weaving about her. His softly whispered words rushing over her, making her forget…
She mentally shook herself and finally shoved him away.
“You’re a pig, Spike!” she growled, turning on her heel and storming off.
Spike watched her go, a smile on his face. He’d definitely won that round.
The lingering scent of the Slayer’s arousal drifted back to him and he inhaled deeply.
He’d have to stay close until she came back from patrol, or wherever it was she’d rushed off to. See if his words had any effect on her, if she would indeed seek to pleasure herself once she was alone in her room – thinking herself safe from prying eyes.
He couldn’t wait…
The End
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