Buffy's New Boyfriend, Chapter 26
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maryperk73703Chocolate and Honey, it's Prom time (end of season 3)
Chapter 26, chocolate and honey
NIGHT BEFORE THE PROM
“What is that on your face, Slayer?” Spike asked after he climbed into the Slayer’s room. He found her lying on her bed with her face covered in a brown, sweet-smelling paste.
“It’s a chocolate-honey facial mask,” Buffy answered. “Mom made it for me.”
“Does it taste as good as it smells?”
Buffy held back a giggle. “I’ve never tried tasting it.”
Spike knelt beside Buffy’s bed. He gripped her chin with one hand. With a sultry smirk he licked along her upper lip.
Buffy’s mouth fell open at the feel of the cool, sensual glide of Spike’s tongue. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy clenched in anticipation of that same limber organ travelling to other places of her anatomy.
“Mmm, chocolaty-honeyed Slayer. My favorite kinda treat,” Spike murmured. He closed the minute distance between their lips. Spike nibbled at Buffy’s soft mouth for a few minutes before he moved his lips down her jaw line to her neck. He smeared the honeyed chocolate along her pulse point.
“Feels good,” Buffy whispered. She fell back onto the bed, pulling Spike down on top of her. When he settled between her splayed thighs she flung her legs around him.
“I think I should cover your whole body in this stuff just so I can lick it off.” Spike swept his tongue along Buffy’s chin as a demonstration of his suggestion.
“Nothing is stopping you,” Buffy whispered.
“Except your little girlfriends showin’ up for a pre-prom party,” Spike muttered into Buffy’s skin.
“Well, you boys do want us all beautified for the big night, dontcha?”
“I suppose, even if I’m not a boy,” Spike grumbled with a huff. He started to move away from Buffy, but she had a firm grip on him.
Buffy giggled. “I guess it’s a good thing the others won’t be here for a couple of hours then, huh?”
“Naughty little minx,” Spike cooed. He ripped Buffy’s tank top open, and the buttons popped off in several directions. He used his forefingers to gather chocolate from Buffy’s cheeks to spread across her nipples. Then, his mouth followed the path his fingers had taken.
Buffy’s back arched under the pleasurable onslaught. She was glad she’d made a double batch of the beauty concoction. It seemed the first batch’s purpose had changed. She leaned in to nip at Spike’s ear. “I finally figured out who you are, William. Whisper some poetry to me about being effulgent.”
Spike let out a groan. He just wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or reluctance. “It was really bad poetry, Slayer.”
“Good thing I’m not one of those conny-sewer people, then.” Buffy giggled when Spike grimaced at her mispronunciation of connoisseur. Between her Watcher and her vampire, she was going to have years and years of word fun.
Spike dropped his head to Buffy’s shoulder, and he let out a sigh. “Anything in particular you want to hear, luv?”
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TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATER
Anyanka stepped into Buffy’s bedroom. She sniffed the air like a bloodhound. “You had sex in here,” she broadcasted.
“Geez, did you have to announce it, Anya,” Buffy groaned. She patted her damp hair.
“Of course, I did.” Anyanka smiled brightly. “Now we can trade orgasm stories.”
Faith laughed while she pushed past Anyanka into Buffy’s room. “Well, I’m always up for a good orgasm story.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Anya has some doozies, and I should know. We hung out together while you all were searching for that mind-reading demon that attacked us last month.”
“Is that why Giles can’t look you in the eye now without blushing, Faith?” Amy asked. She crossed the room to plop down in a chair.
“You betcha,” Faith replied.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “So, were you too busy to test the chocolate honey facial recipe I gave you?”
“Oh no, I tested it.” Buffy blushed. “Spike says it tastes good.”
“That explains the healthy glow Buffy has about herself,” Dot commented. She leaned into Kelsa’s space, and the two female werewolves giggled.
“Yeah, yeah, pick on the Slayer,” Buffy muttered. “Here I thought we were getting ready for the prom.”
“Well, let’s see. Prom wrecking twerp? Check.” Kelsa pretended to mark off a checklist.
“Hellhounds to munch on the prom-goers? Check.” Cordelia joined in on the fun.
“Twerp and Hellhounds’ butts kicked? Very, very check!” Faith said with a laugh. She’d been the one to kick Hellhound butt. So, she had reason to brag.
“Dresses and dates. Check.”
Faith laughed. “I think B’s right. We’re getting ready for the prom now.” She tapped her chin. “However, I think I’m at the wrong party.”
“Why’s that,” Dot asked.
“Because you girls are all wearing dresses, and I wear the pants in my relationship.”
“You just keep telling yourself that, Faith,” Buffy stated.
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AFTER THE PROM
Faith put her fingers in her mouth, and she let out a shrill whistle. “Alright, everyone. Settle down already.” She pointed towards the man standing behind the sandwich counter. “This is Pascel. He’s the owner of this fine establishment, and he can build you the most perfect sandwich ever. Who wants to be first up?”
Wesley stepped up to the counter. “I’ll go first,” he said bravely.
Pascel titled his head. “Of course. I know just what you want. Your lady friend too.” He peered past Wesley at Cordelia. In a flurry of movement, Pascel made two sandwiches accompanied by a dill pickle spear.
After both Wesley and Cordelia declared their sandwiches perfection, the others clamored towards the counter. Soon, the whole group was seated and munching away at their food.
“So, what’s so special about that sandwich, Wesley?” Faith eyed the Watcher while he happily ate his dinner.
“Chips,” Cordelia answered for Wesley. “We have the same sandwich with grilled chicken and salt and vinegar chips.”
Wesley nodded as he hummed around another mouthful.
“Mine’s peanut butter and bacon,” Buffy said. She wrinkled her nose. “Spike’s smells way too spicy for me though. He’s gonna have to brush his teeth if he wants a kiss any time soon.”
“Hot and spicy buffalo chicken smothered in fried onions and jalapenos,” Spike mumbled. He chewed another mouthful off his sandwich. After he swallowed, he said, “We are so coming here after every patrol for one of these.”
The others laughed when Faith nudged Buffy. “Looks like you’re gonna be carrying a toothbrush and toothpaste, B.”
“Or at the very least Listerine,” Farkas joked. “So, this is our last hoorah together before graduation, huh? It’ll be one of the last times the whole gang’ll be together.”
“Not all of us,” Buffy said in a small voice. She glanced at Oz before she picked up her drink. “To Xander and Willow. May they find their way out of the darkness they’ve found themselves in.”
The others raised their glasses too. Together they said, “To Xander and Willow.”
Chapter 26, chocolate and honey
NIGHT BEFORE THE PROM
“What is that on your face, Slayer?” Spike asked after he climbed into the Slayer’s room. He found her lying on her bed with her face covered in a brown, sweet-smelling paste.
“It’s a chocolate-honey facial mask,” Buffy answered. “Mom made it for me.”
“Does it taste as good as it smells?”
Buffy held back a giggle. “I’ve never tried tasting it.”
Spike knelt beside Buffy’s bed. He gripped her chin with one hand. With a sultry smirk he licked along her upper lip.
Buffy’s mouth fell open at the feel of the cool, sensual glide of Spike’s tongue. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy clenched in anticipation of that same limber organ travelling to other places of her anatomy.
“Mmm, chocolaty-honeyed Slayer. My favorite kinda treat,” Spike murmured. He closed the minute distance between their lips. Spike nibbled at Buffy’s soft mouth for a few minutes before he moved his lips down her jaw line to her neck. He smeared the honeyed chocolate along her pulse point.
“Feels good,” Buffy whispered. She fell back onto the bed, pulling Spike down on top of her. When he settled between her splayed thighs she flung her legs around him.
“I think I should cover your whole body in this stuff just so I can lick it off.” Spike swept his tongue along Buffy’s chin as a demonstration of his suggestion.
“Nothing is stopping you,” Buffy whispered.
“Except your little girlfriends showin’ up for a pre-prom party,” Spike muttered into Buffy’s skin.
“Well, you boys do want us all beautified for the big night, dontcha?”
“I suppose, even if I’m not a boy,” Spike grumbled with a huff. He started to move away from Buffy, but she had a firm grip on him.
Buffy giggled. “I guess it’s a good thing the others won’t be here for a couple of hours then, huh?”
“Naughty little minx,” Spike cooed. He ripped Buffy’s tank top open, and the buttons popped off in several directions. He used his forefingers to gather chocolate from Buffy’s cheeks to spread across her nipples. Then, his mouth followed the path his fingers had taken.
Buffy’s back arched under the pleasurable onslaught. She was glad she’d made a double batch of the beauty concoction. It seemed the first batch’s purpose had changed. She leaned in to nip at Spike’s ear. “I finally figured out who you are, William. Whisper some poetry to me about being effulgent.”
Spike let out a groan. He just wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or reluctance. “It was really bad poetry, Slayer.”
“Good thing I’m not one of those conny-sewer people, then.” Buffy giggled when Spike grimaced at her mispronunciation of connoisseur. Between her Watcher and her vampire, she was going to have years and years of word fun.
Spike dropped his head to Buffy’s shoulder, and he let out a sigh. “Anything in particular you want to hear, luv?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATER
Anyanka stepped into Buffy’s bedroom. She sniffed the air like a bloodhound. “You had sex in here,” she broadcasted.
“Geez, did you have to announce it, Anya,” Buffy groaned. She patted her damp hair.
“Of course, I did.” Anyanka smiled brightly. “Now we can trade orgasm stories.”
Faith laughed while she pushed past Anyanka into Buffy’s room. “Well, I’m always up for a good orgasm story.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Anya has some doozies, and I should know. We hung out together while you all were searching for that mind-reading demon that attacked us last month.”
“Is that why Giles can’t look you in the eye now without blushing, Faith?” Amy asked. She crossed the room to plop down in a chair.
“You betcha,” Faith replied.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “So, were you too busy to test the chocolate honey facial recipe I gave you?”
“Oh no, I tested it.” Buffy blushed. “Spike says it tastes good.”
“That explains the healthy glow Buffy has about herself,” Dot commented. She leaned into Kelsa’s space, and the two female werewolves giggled.
“Yeah, yeah, pick on the Slayer,” Buffy muttered. “Here I thought we were getting ready for the prom.”
“Well, let’s see. Prom wrecking twerp? Check.” Kelsa pretended to mark off a checklist.
“Hellhounds to munch on the prom-goers? Check.” Cordelia joined in on the fun.
“Twerp and Hellhounds’ butts kicked? Very, very check!” Faith said with a laugh. She’d been the one to kick Hellhound butt. So, she had reason to brag.
“Dresses and dates. Check.”
Faith laughed. “I think B’s right. We’re getting ready for the prom now.” She tapped her chin. “However, I think I’m at the wrong party.”
“Why’s that,” Dot asked.
“Because you girls are all wearing dresses, and I wear the pants in my relationship.”
“You just keep telling yourself that, Faith,” Buffy stated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
AFTER THE PROM
Faith put her fingers in her mouth, and she let out a shrill whistle. “Alright, everyone. Settle down already.” She pointed towards the man standing behind the sandwich counter. “This is Pascel. He’s the owner of this fine establishment, and he can build you the most perfect sandwich ever. Who wants to be first up?”
Wesley stepped up to the counter. “I’ll go first,” he said bravely.
Pascel titled his head. “Of course. I know just what you want. Your lady friend too.” He peered past Wesley at Cordelia. In a flurry of movement, Pascel made two sandwiches accompanied by a dill pickle spear.
After both Wesley and Cordelia declared their sandwiches perfection, the others clamored towards the counter. Soon, the whole group was seated and munching away at their food.
“So, what’s so special about that sandwich, Wesley?” Faith eyed the Watcher while he happily ate his dinner.
“Chips,” Cordelia answered for Wesley. “We have the same sandwich with grilled chicken and salt and vinegar chips.”
Wesley nodded as he hummed around another mouthful.
“Mine’s peanut butter and bacon,” Buffy said. She wrinkled her nose. “Spike’s smells way too spicy for me though. He’s gonna have to brush his teeth if he wants a kiss any time soon.”
“Hot and spicy buffalo chicken smothered in fried onions and jalapenos,” Spike mumbled. He chewed another mouthful off his sandwich. After he swallowed, he said, “We are so coming here after every patrol for one of these.”
The others laughed when Faith nudged Buffy. “Looks like you’re gonna be carrying a toothbrush and toothpaste, B.”
“Or at the very least Listerine,” Farkas joked. “So, this is our last hoorah together before graduation, huh? It’ll be one of the last times the whole gang’ll be together.”
“Not all of us,” Buffy said in a small voice. She glanced at Oz before she picked up her drink. “To Xander and Willow. May they find their way out of the darkness they’ve found themselves in.”
The others raised their glasses too. Together they said, “To Xander and Willow.”
