Part 3
Chocolate Frosting and Blood
"Where have you been?" Buffy asked and Spike burst into the backdoor.
"Store."
"What for?"
He held up a bag that had only a few items in it. "Frosting, blood, and whipped cream."
"I don't know what you plan on eating for dessert, but count me out," Buffy said with a grimace. It would be just like Spike to combine frosting and blood.
He smiled and moved toward her slowly. He backed her against the sink and pressed his body against hers. Her stomach fluttered and she felt her pulse quicken. "I plan on eating you," he breathed against her ear, and it sent chills down her spine and made her toes curl.
"Oh," she gasped.
He took a step back and Buffy almost moaned with a disappointment. She didn't want to lose contact with him.
"Where's everybody?"
Buffy blinked, trying to clear he thoughts. "Dawn is staying over with Janice, and Willow is pulling an all-nighter at the library."
Spike gently trailed his fingertips down her cheek and across her lips, "How convenient."
He reached down and took her hand, "Come on, let's go."
"But I'm cooking dinner." It was a token protest. Spike turned off the burner and put the pan on the counter.
"There, you can finish it later." He was caressing her wrist with his thumb, moving it in slow circles, pressing slightly on her pulse point.
She nodded and swallowed, "Yeah. Later."
With the bag of food still in his hand, he led Buffy up to their bedroom. He shut the door behind them and set the bag on the nightstand. He tore his duster off, and then began to undo his shirt, followed by his pants. Buffy didn't move, her eyes following his every movement. She waited patiently for him to come to her and strip her clothes away.
A/N-If you want to read the rest (NC-17!) please go to my website. I'll update the story on my website from now on. I just wanted to let everybody know that! www.geocities.com/pepperthebloody/fantasy.html
"Where have you been?" Buffy asked and Spike burst into the backdoor.
"Store."
"What for?"
He held up a bag that had only a few items in it. "Frosting, blood, and whipped cream."
"I don't know what you plan on eating for dessert, but count me out," Buffy said with a grimace. It would be just like Spike to combine frosting and blood.
He smiled and moved toward her slowly. He backed her against the sink and pressed his body against hers. Her stomach fluttered and she felt her pulse quicken. "I plan on eating you," he breathed against her ear, and it sent chills down her spine and made her toes curl.
"Oh," she gasped.
He took a step back and Buffy almost moaned with a disappointment. She didn't want to lose contact with him.
"Where's everybody?"
Buffy blinked, trying to clear he thoughts. "Dawn is staying over with Janice, and Willow is pulling an all-nighter at the library."
Spike gently trailed his fingertips down her cheek and across her lips, "How convenient."
He reached down and took her hand, "Come on, let's go."
"But I'm cooking dinner." It was a token protest. Spike turned off the burner and put the pan on the counter.
"There, you can finish it later." He was caressing her wrist with his thumb, moving it in slow circles, pressing slightly on her pulse point.
She nodded and swallowed, "Yeah. Later."
With the bag of food still in his hand, he led Buffy up to their bedroom. He shut the door behind them and set the bag on the nightstand. He tore his duster off, and then began to undo his shirt, followed by his pants. Buffy didn't move, her eyes following his every movement. She waited patiently for him to come to her and strip her clothes away.
A/N-If you want to read the rest (NC-17!) please go to my website. I'll update the story on my website from now on. I just wanted to let everybody know that! www.geocities.com/pepperthebloody/fantasy.html