Slaindeer Games

By Larilyn

Rating- NC-17 baby

Summary- The morning after Life Serial…the geeks aren’t finished playing their reindeer games. Much Spuffiness ensues.

Notes- Thanks to my Splendiforous beta Alana who is…well…splendiforous. The first chapter is inspired in large part by In Heat by Nautibitz who deserves kisses and lots of love(She likes me, she really likes me)for reading this and being kind enough to point out what I had ripped off, so I could change it and not rip her off. Her suggestions were gold. If you haven't read In Heat, go to my recs page and read it now!

Disclaimer- Joss owns everything and everyone. I own some dryer lint.

Chapter One -Hair of the Dog

"Slayer." That voice. That damned sexy voice. Buffy snuggled deeper into her pillow, trying to block out the sound of his smooth, silky…

"Oi, Slayer!"

Buffy hissed, "Don’t yell…you…big poop." She sat up and glared at the vampire. The sudden movement caused her head to throb. Hangover. Big Ow.

"Big poop? That the best you can come up with? Should I be insulted or worried?"

"Every syllable out of your mouth puts you at serious risk of being dusted. You know that? Why are you here?"

He slithered over to her bedside and sat on the edge of the bed.

The movement caused Buffy’s stomach to flip flop. Don’t…puke. Puking bad.

"Just checking on you luv. Didn’t look so good last night."

"And who’s fault would that be?" she hissed at the still smirking vampire.

"Now, now Slayer, I only fed you the first drink, the rest you can blame on your pretty little self."

"That’s not what I remember."

"What do you remember?"

"Whiskey….demons…kittens…more demons….and more whiskey ‘cept in reverse."

"That about sums it up. You look like hell, pet. Lucky for you, I have just the cure." Spike pulled out a silver flask from the pocket of his black leather duster. "Hair of the dog that bit you in the ass."

Buffy narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "I’m so not drinking that."

Spike unscrewed the cap and held it under her nose. "You sure, luv?"

She pushed it away and a little splashed out of the top. The droplets landed on her collarbone and started to trickle down into her nightshirt.

"Hey now. No reason to waste good liquor." Spike eyed her with a predatory grin before he leaned in toward her. He gave a quick glance up, to make sure she wasn’t going to stop him and then he licked the whiskey off of her skin in a slow, languorous movement.

"Sssspike," Buffy protested with a hiss. What the hell am I doing? I’m letting him lick me?

He drew back and regarded her thoughtfully. He dangled the flask in front of her. With a breathless nod, Buffy tilted her head to the side and brushed her hair off of her neck. Spike dribbled some more whiskey just under her ear and followed it with his tongue. Buffy felt his hands reach for the hem of her nightshirt.

Good God have I completely lost my mind? Its Spike! And licking and ohhhh! He drew her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it while he drew the nightshirt up, revealing the soft expanse of her belly. His lips drifted away from her ear and down to her belly button. Buffy reclined in the bed, letting Spike minister to her.

Spike sat up for a brief moment and smiled at her. No stopping! Stopping bad! Before Buffy could protest, he took the flask and poured a bit more on her. Oh goodie! More licking.

After he lapped up his aperitif, he tugged Buffy’s nightshirt off, leaving her in nothing but her white cotton panties. A stream of whiskey flowed from the flask to the crevice between her breasts. Spike’s tongue met the current at the bottom and licked his way up. Then he migrated to her right nipple. His lips clamped down and began suckling. Licking good. Sucking better.

His left hand kneaded her other breast while Buffy’s feet scissored in pleasure. Her breath was coming in short little bursts. Throbbing. Down there. Down Spike, down.

As if he could read her mind, Spike’s deft fingers found the waistband of her panties and pulled them off, sliding his palms against the tanned flesh of her legs the whole way down.

He kept her foot captive and again grabbed his flask. The Devil’s elixir dripped down her toes. Spike took her big toe in her mouth and sucked. Then he licked the liquor from her instep. Too far down. Up, Spike! Up!

His palms parted her thighs. Yay! Deeply inhaling, he murmured, "Now that’s the stuff, luv."

His devilish tongue darted out to taste her. If his intention was to tease, Buffy wanted none of it. She wrapped her strong thighs around his neck, effectively holding him captive.

Spike chuckled in amusement. "Something you want, luv?"

From her opening up to her belly button, he licked one long line. Loooove that! He dipped his tongue into her naval.

"Unh!" Buffy protested, and pushed his bleached head back down where it belonged, eliciting another chortle from her lover.

He gently suckled on her pleasure center, sending Buffy into a writhing jumble of desire. "Don’t…stop!" she demanded. Suddenly, his human teeth found her swollen nub and clamped down on it. Buffy spasmed in violent release.

While she trembled from her brutal orgasm, Spike shed himself of his clothes. He crawled up her body until they were face to face.

Spike brushed a sweat soaked tendril of hair from her face. "Buffy, tell me you want me."

Her hand found his pulsing shaft and drew it toward her opening. She eased the tip in and admitted, "I want you."

With a possessive growl, Spike pushed himself the rest of the way in her hot, wet, channel.

"God, Buffy!"

Another voice crept into her consciousness, "Buffy?"

"Buffy?" Go away Willow!

"Buffy are you okay?"

The Slayer’s eyes shot open, and looked around her Spike-less room. Willow stood in her doorway, a look of concern on her face. "You were moaning. Were you having a nightmare?"

"Cantaloupe guts." Huh?

"Huh?"

Buffy tried to speak again. "Paisley French duck." Panicked, she begged her friend, "Palm tree?"

"Oh God. I’ll get Giles. Buffy don’t panic. I’ll get Giles." Willow darted down the hallway.

Buffy collapsed into her pillow and drew her blanket up over her head.

End part One