Thanks to 'epd4' for betaing this chapter and
Paganbaby for her invaluable input and ideas!
Rating / Warnings:
NC17. Content is only suitable for mature adults.
Contains explicit language, sex, adult themes, and other adult situations that
some people may find objectionable. If you are under the age of 17 or
find any of these themes objectionable – GO AWAY.
(Three weeks later), Halloween, Sunday, October 31st, 2010, 9:00pm:
The petite young blonde walked along the
foggy path that was a short-cut through the
woods which led back to town. She pulled her red hood and cape tighter around
her body against the soft rain that had started to fall and tried to keep her
footing in the dark as she hurried back to her grandmother’s house. Lightning
flashed across the sky and thunder boomed as she made her way along the
slippery, muddy trail, making her quicken her pace. When she was a little girl, her mom had always told her
‘there was nothing there in the dark that wasn’t there in the light’ … but she
couldn’t help but feel like there was someone, or something there that
she couldn’t see … following her … stalking her. She looked back often,
scanning the dark and foggy expanse of forest nervously and stepped up her pace
even more, but she
couldn’t see anything at all as the thick clouds covered the moon and, when the
lightning flashed, every tree, every bush, and rock along the trail looked like
a vicious, hungry monster just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on her.
She cried out when she tripped over a stone that protruded from the side of the
well-worn path, catching herself with her hands to keep from tumbling all the
way down onto
the ground. She could’ve sworn she heard something rustle in the dead leaves
just to the side of the trail when she stumbled and she turned around and tried
to see what it was… perhaps one of her friends was pulling a Halloween prank on
her. Yes, that must be it. There’s nothing to worry about; there’s nothing
there in the dark that’s not there in the light.
“Hello?” she called tentatively, straining her eyes, searching the trees and the
trail behind her but seeing nothing but blackness.
“Hello, cutie…” a deep rumbling voice came from the direction she’d been going
and she squealed in surprised fright and swung back around quickly.
“Who … who are you?” she asked as her adrenaline level soared, her heart pounded
and raced in her chest, and her breathing became even more shallow and rapid. It
wasn’t one of her friends …
“You can call me Big Bad. Out for a evenin’ stroll, are ya?” the man asked in a
low drawl, his demeanor calm … dead calm, as he took a slow, predatory step
towards her. His voice was … unsettling. There was something, a roughness, to
it, a growly timbre that made him sound something other than human... almost like
an animal who'd learned to speak. The darkness of the night kept his face
shrouded … but something seemed … wrong. The girl squinted her eyes,
trying to make out his features, willing a shaft of moonlight or a lightning
bolt to break through the clouds, through the dense canopy of the ageless trees
above them and cut a swath through the foggy blackness, but her prayers were unanswered. She could only get an impression
of him … and that impression was frightening.
“No … I … I’m just heading home … to my grandmother’s. I’m late…” the young
woman stammered, backing up as the man stepped forward.
“Are ya now? And just where would Li’l Red Riding Hood’s grandmother live?
Perhaps I could ... escort you. Lots of nasties out on All Hallow’s Eve,” the
man offered. It was clear he was trying to sound amiable … friendly, but Li’l
Red felt anything but befriended. Her heart continued to race in her chest, she
felt like she could barely breathe, and a bead of nervous perspiration joined
the misting rain and ran down her temple.
The girl gulped back the knot of fear in her throat.
“No … uhhh, thank you, Mr. Bad. S-she just lives a little ways … across from
Restfield cemetery. I really need to go…” Li’l Red explained as she tried to
find a way to get around the man, if that's what he was, who was now blocking the narrow trail.
“Turns out, I’m headin’ that way m’self… we could go together,” Big Bad
suggested again, still stalking slowly forward as Li’l Red backed up. “The woods
are a scary place to be all alone in the dark…never know what might jump out at
you.”
When Red got to the rock that she’d tripped over, she carefully stepped over it
and continued to back up … but Big Bad didn’t notice the stone in the dark, his
eyes were glued on the lovely young thing in front of him that smelled of honey
and vanilla
and fright – three of his favorite scents. After she passed the rock, Red backed
up faster, making Big Bad move forward faster. In his haste, the toe of his boot
caught on the rock and he lost his balance and tumbled forward. Red took the
opportunity to sprint past him, running as fast as her legs would carry her
along the slippery, dark trail towards her grandmother’s house.
She could hear the man laughing as she ran … a deep, rumbling laugh that was
nearly as frightening as the look he’d had in his unnaturally yellow eyes which
she’d glimpsed as she bolted past him … a look of primal hunger.
Red ran all the way through the woods towards the cemetery … stumbling and
sliding on the narrow, muddy trail. Even when she fell she kept moving forward,
catching herself on her hands and clambering on fingertips and toes until she
could right herself and begin running again. She never stopped or slowed or even
glanced back, even as briars and branches reached out, clutching and tugging at
her cloak and dress and scratching her arms and face as if the trees themselves
were possessed by evil. She thought she could feel the man’s breath on her neck … right
behind her, about to catch her at any moment, and she ran faster even as the
rain began falling harder. The feeling of being chased stayed with her as she
crossed the cemetery, dodging headstones and stone angels, threw open the iron gate on the fence that surrounded her
Grandmother’s home, and ran up the steps of the dilapidated house.
Surely the man couldn’t have followed her all that way, certainly she would’ve
heard his heavy boots on the stairs if he really was right there; that was just
her imagination getting the better of her. Red stopped on the front porch and
bravely spun around to look behind her as she tried to catch her breath; the
rain had started falling even harder now and she strained to see the cemetery
across the street through the downpour. Lightning lit up the sky, flashing
several times as she searched for the platinum hair and dark outline of the
man’s long duster, but she didn’t see anyone or anything. She took a deep breath
and tried to calm down … everything was alright now, she was safe at home.
Just as she turned to open the door of the house, there was a bright flash of
light and a loud explosion as a lightning bolt hit the transformer on the power
line right in front of the house and the whole block went completely dark. L’il Red screeched in fright,
jumping nearly out of her skin as she quickly swung the old door open and
scrambled inside. She still hadn’t gotten used to the eerie squeak all the doors
in her grandmother’s house made. She was halfway convinced the house was
haunted, but she’d rather face the ghosts inside than the scary things outside
in the murky night, regardless of what her mother had told her about the dark.
She didn’t know if she’d ever get used to life in this strange town … she was
much more comfortable in L.A., but her grandmother was old and infirm and Red
was her only living relative … it was up to her to try and make her final months
as comfortable as possible.
She quickly closed the front door and locked it, then leaned her back against
the door and closed her eyes, gulping the musty air mixed with fear as she tried to calm
down.
“Grandmother! I’m home!” Li’l Red called at last. Her heartbeat was finally
returning to some semblance of normalcy and she took a deep breath to try and
calm herself further.
“Do come up, dear!” she heard her grandmother call from upstairs in a squeaky,
rather raspy voice.
Red went into the kitchen and lit a candle then took off her wet cloak and hung
it on a hook inside the bathroom door so it could drip dry. She dried her long,
blonde hair and face with a towel and moaned when she realized she’d gotten mud
on her new outfit. She tried to wash it off, but only succeeded in smearing it
further, so she gave up and headed up the rickety stairs to her grandmother’s
room to say goodnight.
At the top of the stairs, she knocked on her grandmother’s door.
“Come in, dear,” her grandmother called, her voice hoarse and grainy. She'd been
quite ill and it had taken it's toll on the elderly woman. Red rarely went out;
this night was one of the few that she'd given herself 'off' since coming to
Sunnydale.
Red opened the door and started towards her grandmother, who was laying in the
bed, covered from chin to toe with a quilt, a sleeping bonnet on her head. “I’m
sorry I’m so late, Grandmother,” Li’l Red apologized as she stepped nearer,
setting the candle on the bedside table. “My … you don’t look well at all … all the
color’s gone from your cheeks,” the girl observed worriedly. “Are you feeling
alright?”
L’il Red’s grandmother began coughing violently and the girl plucked some
tissues from the box and handed to her. “You look quite odd, Grandmother … your
eyes … they’re so … big and … yellow,” L’il Red observed with a furrowed
brow.
“Better to see you with, my dear,” Grandmother explained as the coughing
subsided.
“And your nose … it’s larger and … oddly ridged,” Li’l Red continued, furrowing
her brow and tilting her head in confusion.
“Better to smell you with, my dear,” Grandmother offered, her voice raspy and
low.
“But, Grandmother! Your teeth! What large teeth you have!” Li’l Red exclaimed in
fright as she started to back up towards the door.
“Better to eat you with, my dear,” Grandmother informed her as she threw
off her covers and sprang at Red, catching her from behind as the young woman
started to run out of the bedroom, and tossing her effortlessly back onto the
bed.
Li’l Red knew immediately who it was even before she pulled the sleeping bonnet
from his head, the stranger from the woods … Big Bad.
“Sorry, Red … didn’t care for Granny, bit gristly …. Got stuck in m’ teeth, she
did…” Big Bad informed her as he pinned her hands down with an iron grip and
straddled her hips with his. “You’re a mite more tender, I’d wager …”
“I’ll scream!” Red threatened, struggling under him as her heart again thudded
against her chest, threatening to explode with terror.
“Bonus…” Big Bad smirked as he dropped his mouth to hers and captured her lips
in a violent kiss.
The Big Bad Wolf’s tongue delved between Li’l Red Riding Hood’s soft lips, his
sharp fangs only a hair’s breadth away from her tender flesh. A deep, rumbling
growl escaped Spi… uhhhh … Mr. Bad’s throat as his tongue fought for control of
the kiss with his willing captive.
When Buffy put on that Red Riding Hood costume to take the kids
trick-or-treating earlier, there was no doubt in his mind how this night would
end. After Buffy had taken JJ, Annie, Dani, and Billy trick-or-treating, she
dropped them off with Anya and Xander at the Magic Box. Xander had set up a
‘haunted house’ for them at the Harris homestead complete with ‘worms in mud’ to
eat and some of their favorite Halloween movies from the Video Hut … it would be
a full night of thrills and chills and sugary-goodness for them.
Since Halloween was a night off for the demons of Sunnydale, Faith offered to
stay home and babysit MacKenzie, giving Spike and Buffy some desperately needed
play time all to themselves. While Buffy was trick-or-treating with the kids,
Spike had gotten everything all set up for them in the long abandoned ‘Bloody
Mary’ house across the street from the cemetery … and the rest was pure
imagination…
Spike pulled back from the kiss and gazed down at her in the soft glow of the
candle, letting his eyes wander longingly over her face before locking her eyes
with his. Buffy bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling, trying her best to stay
in character, as she started pulling against the grip Spike had on her wrists
again. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room, making Spike’s vampire visage
appear even more demonic as he hovered over her. His fangs seemed to glimmer,
deadly and razor sharp, his eyes actually seemed to glow with an inner fire … a
hunger, and Buffy felt her heart begin to race even faster. A soft mist of rain blew
in through the broken windowpane to the side of the bed and the cool, damp
breeze chilled Buffy’s hot skin, making her shiver involuntarily.
“You afraid a’ me?” Big Bad asked in a whisper, dropping his mouth down next to
her ear.
“You’re a Big, Bad Wolf … you’re dangerous … wicked …” L’il Red replied with a
shudder.
“And that frightens you…” the wolf surmised in a deep, rumbling voice as he
began kissing her neck. L’il Red could feel his dagger-like teeth graze against
her skin as his lips seemed to make her blood boil and thrum in her veins.
“Frightens … and …” Li’l Red stammered, tilting her head to the side to allow
him to continue his exploration.
“And?” Big Bad questioned, pulling back to look at her.
“And …nothing! You’re a bad, evil animal … a fiend set on deflowering a
poor, defenseless girl!” Li’l Red asserted as she began struggling against him
again, wriggling her hips and legs, trying to dislodge him, but that seemed to
only excite him more.
“Am I, now?” the wolf questioned, cocking his scarred brow at her, easily
thwarting her efforts to move him by riding her bucking hips like a bronco
busting cowboy on a powerful, untamed, majestic beast. “I think the danger
excites you … and my big, bad nose never lies…”
“No … you’re wrong!” Li’l Red contended as Big Bad dropped his mouth back to her
hot skin and trailed his cool tongue down her neck, past her collarbone, pausing
only momentarily to deftly slice a long gash down the front of her dress with
his razor-sharp fangs.
Li’l Red’s top fell open and the wolf gazed reverently at her full breasts
before dropping his mouth down and circling her dark nipples with the tip of his
tongue. Despite her earlier verbal objections and physical struggles, the girl
wasn’t pulling against his grip any longer and the subtle rise of her hips
pressing against his wasn’t an effort to buck him off. When he touched his mouth
to one hot, hard nub, her back arched and a low moan escaped her lips.
As the storm outside continued to build, with the rain pelting the tin roof of
the old house and lightning flashing through the windows, Big Bad released his
hold of her wrists and slid slowly down her body, trailing his hands lightly
across her heated flesh.
The wolf settled between her sun-kissed legs, lifting them and draping them over
his shoulders as he pushed her short skirt away, revealing the source of the
aroma his big, bad nose had detected… nirvana.
“Good girls wear knickers …” Big Bad observed as he dipped his tongue between
her wet folds and touched her clit, making her hips jerk up against him.
“Never claimed to be a good girl…” Li’l Red pointed out breathily, tilting her
hips up towards him. “Just poor and defenseless.”
Spike spread her damp, pink butterfly wings with his cool fingers and teased the
sensitive skin surrounding her entrance with his tongue, circling her vagina
lightly before dipping his ravenous tongue into her heaven. He was rewarded
with a flood of her heavenly pheromones which flowed over his lips, covering him
with her desire and sending his senses reeling. The crazed, untamed wolf dove
into her sweet, warm paradise, intent on devouring her. Buffy cried out when his
tongue plunged deep into her throbbing pussy, she could feel the demon’s
carnal desire invade her, she knew his sharp fangs were right there, pressing
dangerously against her tender flesh … and she let the fear that she’d feigned
earlier become real. She knew Spike would never hurt her intentionally … but one
slip, one wrong move was all it would take…
The adrenaline rush from allowing her most sensitive spot to be this vulnerable
to those deadly fangs combined with the mesmerizing, feral pleasure Spike was
lavishing on her and sent her own inner animal spiraling out of control.
Buffy’s hips jerked against the demon’s insatiable mouth, driving his tongue
deeper into her burning desire and drawing blood as his fangs pricked her soft
outer folds with each hard thrust. The wolf growled brutally when the blood
combined with her juices and coated his tongue; it was all Spike could do to
keep from actually biting her as she slammed against his mouth and took what she
desired ... what she needed. When his growl vibrated through her, the flood of ecstasy that had been
building exploded like a bolt of lightning and filled her body with white-hot
bliss.
“God! Yesssssssss!” Buffy screamed, pulling Spike’s head down against her one
last time as her back arched and her pussy quivered and trembled around his
tongue, adding another irresistible flavor to the mix … her rapturous cum.
The demon growled again, angry at being controlled by her, despite the fact that
it would choose to be no other place at that moment. For a second, Spike feared
that he may actually lose control of the savage within as Slayer blood and cum
combined into a dizzying cocktail that spun his head and burned his mouth like
190 proof pure grain alcohol, rolling down his throat like molten lava. Her
unique ambrosia seemed to actually warm him from the inside out and fanned the
flames of his own voraciousdesires.
As Buffy floated back down from the clouds, Spike pulled free of her grip and
quickly moved over her; covering her body with his as he dipped down and seized
her lips in a frantic kiss. Buffy wrapped her arms around him and welcomed the
demon into her hot, wet mouth just as she’d welcomed him into her pussy. Their
tongues warred between his fangs; dancing, wrestling, pressing, and twirling
around each other as they both fought for dominance over the other. Spike
finally regained some semblance of control and pulled back from the kiss,
leaving Buffy breathless and lightheaded, and desperately wanting more.
“Not as defenseless as you let on,” the Big, Bad Wolf accused with a smirk.
Li’l Red smiled wickedly and flipped them over, catching Big Bad by surprise.
Buffy straddled his hips with hers and tugged at the hem of his t-shirt,
pulling it up over his head and off. “I’m defenseless,” she murmured to him,
running her hands first over his deeply ridged brow, down his strong jaw, across
his prominent Adam’s apple then to his hard pecs and down his chiseled abs,
stopping when she reached his belt. Her eyes followed her hand’s path over the
hard hills and valleys of his beautifully sculpted body. He’d been right about
the scars from their time in London … none remained, at least not on the
outside.
“I'm helpless against you, you fiend,” she announced dramatically … overacting
slightly. “I can't resist your feral beauty or the sinister attraction of your
hard, insatiablebody,” she confessed as she started to unbuckle his
belt.
“This better?” Spike asked, finally forcing the demon down completely.
Buffy looked back up to his face. The yellow eyes of the wild beast were
replaced with the smoldering blue of the sensual man. Buffy lifted her hand
back to his brow; the rough, deep ridges had been replaced with smooth, soft
skin. She drank in the beauty of the man behind the demon with her eyes as she
trailed her fingers lightly down one sharp cheekbone to his lips … the lips were
the same, full, soft, begging to be kissed … but the deadly weapons they
concealed no longer threatened just beyond them.
Buffy leaned down, her lips just barely touching his. “No… still irresistible,”
she answered his question before dropping her mouth and taking those lips in a
soft kiss. Spike wrapped his arms around her, pulling her bare chest down
against his as he deepened the kiss and the power struggle, the battle for
supremacy, began anew.
His demon rose back to the surface, not wanting to miss the passionate war that
was being waged. After ‘battling’ for some time, Buffy pushed up with both hands
on his hard chest, breaking his embrace and the kiss as she struggled to
breathe, her chest heaving with exertion and desire and still a little
fear-induced adrenaline.
Spike watched, mesmerized by the lustful passion in her eyes and by her golden
skin, which glistened in the soft glow of the candle, as she slid back down his
torso to finish what she’d started earlier.
“You wouldn’t deflower a poor, defenseless wolf, now would ya?” Big Bad
questioned as he folded his arms behind his head and watched her unfasten his
belt and slide his zipper down, freeing his rigid cock from its prison.
L’il Red smiled sweetly as she backed further down his legs, stood up and began
tugging on his pants. Spike raised his hips up to let his jeans slide down as
she pulled, watching her as she ravaged his body with her eyes. “I thought
wolves were … fuzzier,” Li’l Red observed with a smirk making Spike chuckle
lightly.
“If I was, you’d take me to the bloody groomer and Nair me, I’ve no doubt…” the
Big Bad Wolf countered, making Buffy laugh at the image of Spike at the dog
groomer’s getting washed, dipped, and de-haired.
“Good wolves wear knickers …” Li’l Red murmured as she dropped his jeans on the
floor.
“But big, bad wolves are a bloody sight more fun…” Spike defended as he watched
Buffy shed her torn and tattered dress and drop it onto the floor with his
jeans.
“Mmmmmm … are they? Let’s find out…” she challenged as she crawled slowly back
up his body on hands and knees, trailing her tongue all the way from his ankle,
across the swell of his calf, tickling the side of his knee, and teasing the
soft skin of his inside thigh. About halfway up his thigh, she switched to
dropping warm, gentle kisses on the tender flesh between his knee and groin and
Spike’s cock jumped and throbbed with each touch of her gossamer lips on his
cool skin.
Big Bad struggled to let her have her way with him, but she was close to driving
him out of his mind. When Li’l Red began nibbling lightly on his upper inside
thigh, a deep, rumbling growl rippled through his body and tangibly vibrated the
air in the room. Li’l Red smiled … her ministrations were having the desired
effect on the Big, Bad Wolf … turning him into an even bigger, even badder, even
more crazed and wild beast. She pressed a knee against the wolf’s leg and he
obediently bent his knees and spread them apart for her to settle between them.
Red purred a low moan against the base of the Big, Bad Wolf’s engorged manhood
before dropping her mouth lower and tickling the delicate and sensitive skin of
his scrotum with the tip of her hot, wet tongue.
“Bloody hell…” Big Bad groaned as his hips rose up to meet her, his cock
searching for those sweet lips, silently begging for them to engulf him in their
fiery depths … but they were otherwise engaged. The ‘poor, defenseless girl’
nibbled lightly on his jewels before sucking first one, then the other into her
delectable mouth and swirling her tongue round and round them in a dizzying
figure eight.
“Fuck, woman!” Sp… the wolf exclaimed, reaching down to run his hands
through her golden mane as she teased and tortured and tantalized and titillated
and thrilled and taunted and … a thousand other ‘T’ words which eluded his mind
at the moment.
Spike took deep breaths of the cool, damp air that billowed in through the
broken window and tried to concentrate on the sound the rain was making as it
pounded down on the tin roof above them. The thunderstorm that was raging
outside was nothing compared to the tornado he was trying to contain within
himself. Every touch of her lips on his skin, every caress of her hand, every
brush of her fingers, every hot breath that tickled his cool flesh, every moan,
every long, silken hair that feathered over him was sending him spiraling faster …
lifting him higher … propelling him nearer a maelstrom of uncontrollable, carnal
lust.
When Li’l Red pulled her mouth slowly off his balls, raking her teeth gingerly
across his soft, sensitive flesh, the wolf’s hips lurched and jerked … the
tornado he was keeping just barely contained was desperate for release and the
Big, Bad Wolf was having a hard time remembering why he was trying to keep it
contained in the first place.
Lightning flashed through the un-curtained, second story windows of the old
house and the trees outside flailed and thrashed in the strong wind like giant
multi-armed monsters struggling against the earth that held them captive, rooted
in place. Thunder shook the house as it rumbled over the landscape, rattling the
windows and vibrating the old wooden structure like a small earthquake … or was
that the deep rumbling growl emanating from her husband making the bed vibrate
like that? Buffy wasn’t sure, but she was sure that she was driving him insane
and she was sure that she loved doing it … she loved the moans and the growls
and the way his body yearned for her; she loved how, even after eleven years and
four babies later, she could still transform him into a crazed wolf with her
touch, and he could do the same to her.
Li’l Red teased Big Bad’s sweet jewels with her tongue as she trailed it down
further to his taint and wrapped her hot hand around the base of his cock,
eliciting another window-rattling moan from the wolf. She started stroking his
hard rod slowly and piling up the ‘T’ words again … teasing the sensitive skin
between his scrotum and his ass with delicate caresses of her soft, magical
tongue.
The wolf could physically feel himself being lifted up by the tornado that was
swirling within him as the poor, defenseless girl turned him from the captor
into the captive … she had ensnared him in her spell with no chance for escape,
and that was perfectly fine with him.
“God, Buffy …” Spike moaned, calling her by her name for the first time since
this night began. “Need you…” he begged as she licked and kissed and stroked
him, sending his desire whirling faster and faster … picking up speed at a
frantic, dizzying pace.
Buffy couldn’t have agreed more. She released her hold on his cock and slid
quickly up his body, still between his legs, trapping his throbbing hardness
between them, pressing her hips against his as she held her chest up above him
with straight arms. Wanton passion burned in her green eyes as she looked down
on the golden eyes of the wolf. There had been a time that she would’ve been
repulsed by the demon … but that feeling had died long ago; demon and man,
William and Spike – they were inexorably intertwined and she loved them both.
There was a wild beauty to the vampire visage; primal and savage, and even in
the fierce and ravenous eyes of the demon she could see William’s love shining
through, gazing wondrously back at her.
Buffy leaned down next to his ear, her hair falling in delicate waves over his
neck and face, bathing him in her scent and sending the whirling cyclone within
him raging ever faster. “Then take me…” she whispered, her breath tickling hot
and moist against his skin, her heart thundering in her chest and her need for
him swirling within her just as wildly as his need raged within him.
It was all the permission the man needed to release the demonic tempest that
he’d been holding in check. The wolf growled savagely and flipped them over,
urging her legs apart with one knee and Buffy obliged greedily, opening herself
up to the storm that she’d brewed within him. Big Bad pressed her legs up and
out, folding her nearly in half and thrust into her heat in one hard, fast
stroke.
“Fuck, yessss!” Buffy shrieked as his cock stretched and filled her and his pubic bone slammed
down on her clit, adding fuel to the already building gale within her. Buffy’s
hands went to his slim hips, her nails digging into the flesh of his ass as the
storm outside the window continued to rage with nearly as much fury as the storm
within.
The Big, Bad Wolf’s back arched as he threw his head back and howled a long,
piercing, haunting cry when her strong, supple walls consumed him in painfully
sweet rapture. The feeling of being joined with his wild angel was something
he’d never tire of, it was something he couldn’t describe with words no matter
how hard the poet within him endeavored to do so. The blissful howl of the demon was the only
verbalization that came close to doing it justice … it seemed to touch his very
soul, lifting it directly to heaven.
The man gave and the demon took … propelling the lovers higher and higher,
spinning them faster and faster as the lightning outside flashed and thunder
rolled over them. The whole house rattled and shuddered as they rode the dark
clouds up into the stormy night sky, each offering as much to the other as they
received. It was a beautiful, savage dance of lust and love … the lust without
the love wouldn’t have lifted them as high, the dance would’ve been savage but
not nearly as beautiful. They both wanted to ride the lightning bolts that
cracked dangerously just above them and roll with the thunder as it engulfed the
earth, and riding those waves of bliss together as one was twice as sweet.
Buffy could feel the lightning as it crackled through the air, striking, it
seemed, all around the old house, as if drawn to them, to their energy, to their
passion. It raised goose bumps on her skin and her whole body tingled as Spike
filled her, pounding into her with wild abandon and sending his own bolts of
electrically-charged rapture sailing out from her core to every cell in her
body. She suddenly felt like they were both being lifted up … turning,
spinning, caught in a wild, unstoppable, and uncontrollable cyclone of ecstasy.
She wasn’t aware of the scream that escaped her lips as she lost the ability to
do anything but feel the rapture within her body as the storm of their orgasms
took them up to the very place that lightning bolts were conceived, at the feet
of Zeus. Then Spike was with her and they were both nothing but electrons and
protons drawn to each other – merging then separating, bouncing off and back
again as they spun faster and faster until they both EXPLODED. The lovers
crashed down towards earth as if hurtled by the god of the sky himself – a
deadly white-hot bolt of absolute power, which consumed and fused them together
utterly and completely.
Spike’s roar of release joined with the thunder as the storm raged outside. A
cool mist of rain billowed over the lovers through the broken window, but
neither seemed to notice as they raced over the earth on the waves of thunder
they’d created. Like a dark, vaporous rollercoaster, they rode the rumbling
waves over hills, down into valleys, above the towns and cities and farms and
fields of the earth. It seemed to go on forever, until finally the ride slowed,
the thunder faded, and the lightning moved past them, onto the next town, the
next farm … the next pair of amorous soul mates who, despite Zeus’ best efforts
to keep them apart,
had found each other again.
Buffy gasped for air as she clung to Spike, her body still thrumming and
tingling from the ride they’d just come down from. Spike released her legs and
she wrapped them around his hips as he collapsed down atop her, unable to
control his trembling muscles for even one second longer. Buffy finally forced
her fingers to loosen their grip on his hips, sure that she’d left eight perfect
crescents bleeding on his ass cheeks, but Spike never complained when she drew
blood; he wore them as badges of honor. She wrapped her arms around his chiseled
back, pulling him even tighter against her body as they both soaked in the love
of the other. Spike tangled his fingers in her hair and rested his head down
next to hers, breathing in the sweet scent that was no one but Buffy, from her
shampoo to her glistening skin to her rapture, which covered him, it was an
intoxicating fragrance of true love that he hoped he would have the pleasure of
bathing in for all of eternity.
Buffy ran her hands gently up and down Spike’s damp back; the mist that had
blown in through the broken window cooled his skin even more than normal and it
felt wonderfully refreshing against her overheated flesh. Spike thought he
heard her … purring? Or perhaps it was just deep sighs of contentment. He
lifted his face up and looked at her, brushing some stray locks away from her
face with his fingers. His blue eyes shone with love and reverence as he smiled
down at her and she returned the devotion with a satiated smile and loving gaze
of her own. Buffy brushed some stray curls that had been loosened from the rain
and exertion away from his face and lifted her lips up to his, touching them
gently. How the universe had created such a man for her, she didn’t know … had
it been fate or just chance? Was there a prophecy written in one of Giles’ musty
old books that told of a romantic, loving, sensual, fierce warrior made
specifically for the ‘one that stands alone’? She didn’t know … what she did
know was …
“I love you,” she whispered softly against his lips as her hands continued
their gentle caresses on his shoulders and back.
“And I love you … you poor, defenseless creature,” Spike teased, making Buffy
smile wider. It was fun to feign helplessness and vulnerability, but she knew
that what he loved was just the opposite; it was her strength and determination,
just as she loved the same in him.
**~**
(later that night), November 1st, 12:30 am:
Spike carried the sleeping twins out to the Blue Bomber and strapped them in
their car seats. Despite their earlier contentions that they were going to
‘stay up all night’ this Halloween because the following day was a ‘Teacher’s
Planning Day’ and they were out of school, they had finally come down from their
sugar high and succumbed to exhaustion, according to Xander, about halfway
through ‘The Monster Squad’.
“Thanks for entertaining them tonight,” Buffy told Anya while Xander, still on
crutches, held the door open for Spike to carry a sleeping Annie out to the
minivan.
“Oh, it’s no problem. I’m sure the next time we want to have a few hours full
of sex games and orgasms, you can watch JJ for us,” Anya replied with a
dismissive wave of her hand.
Buffy rolled her eyes and shook her head affirmatively. “You betcha …”
“So, how does the Red Riding Hood Game work?” Anya continued, looking at Buffy’s
outfit. Spike had thankfully brought her a different dress to put on under the
cloak, which he hoped would get him out of having to actually sew the dress back
together later.
“I mean, is it the new version of the fairy tale or the true one? Do you
actually cut Spike open to get out or is it the namby-pamby, politically correct
version where the wolf doesn’t even eat Red? And who plays the woodsman? I was
thinking that Xander could be the woodsman and I could be the grandmother next
time…” Anya continued prattling. “Assuming, of course, that after he saves them,
the grandmother gives the woodsman wild sex as a reward … and of course, the
woodsman gives the grandmother lots of orgasms and they all live happily ever
after. Isn’t that how fairy tales are supposed to end?”
Buffy choked and coughed slightly before heading into the kitchen to get a drink
of water … Anya followed her waiting for an answer. “Well,” Buffy started after
swallowing some water. “We sort of make up our own rules … it’s only loosely
based on the story. I run through the woods and the wolf outruns me to
grandmother’s house … we just pretend that he ate grandmother … no one
actually gets … uhhhh … eaten in a literal sense.”
“Oh … kinda like when Xander and I play Monopoly, but instead of houses, we get
to buy different kinds of orgasms. I, of course, always get more because Xander
is horrible with money and usually ends up in jail. So, how far do you run?”
Anya wondered, switching gears on Buffy abruptly, her brows furrowed in thought.
“Oh … uhhh … you know where Joe’s Creek crosses the woods? From about there to
the other side of Restfield Cemetery,” Buffy explained still digesting the
sex-Monopoly idea. Was there any game that Anya couldn’t find a way to include
sex in? Chutes and Ladders? Candyland? Life? Risk? Hi-Ho-Cherry-O? Clue? … Buffy
doubted any of them were safe. Mrs. Harris, in the study with a vibrator …
Anya shook her head and frowned. “No … that would never work. Xander would
collapse and have a heart attack if he had to run that far … then no one would
get eaten, literally or otherwise. I’d have to take him to the emergency room
and we’d end up dealing with over-priced, egotistical doctors and surly nurses
all night. It’d probably be best to just cut right to that part and stay home
and play naughty nurse instead.”
Buffy widened her eyes, smiled saccharinely, and nodded, relieved that Anya got
the idea of joining them out of her mind. “I think that’s an excellent idea, and
it skips the annoying heart attack part.”
**~**
Li’l Red Riding
Hood, Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs
Owoooooooo!
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood.
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
Listen to me.
Little Red
Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.
Owoooooooo!
What big
eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.
What full
lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.
I'm gonna
keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone.
Owoooooooo!
Little Red
Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't.
Owoooooooo!
What a big
heart I have-the better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good.
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side.
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.
Little Red
Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.
Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?
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