Cuppa Tea?

For: awmp
Rating: NC-17
Request: Canon-based, S4. Other characters: Anya and Giles. A fill in the blank scene during Something Blue, anything we haven't seen on screen, they must have had some quality alone time...

My response:
I used Giles. Buffy and Spike find some alone time in Something Blue.




“Can I make you some tea, Giles?” I hold off Spike with one hand as I listen for an answer.

Giles answers from his position lying on the couch, voice tired. “Yes, yes that would be...nice, Buffy.”

“One piping hot cuppa coming up! And really, Giles. Don’t worry. I’ll be at the Magic Box first thing tomorrow to get the spell ingredients.”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure she rolls out of bed on time.” OOH. He is so naughty. He needs a spanking. Maybe later. I wink at him as I get off his lap and head for the kitchen.

Giles moans. He doesn’t seem to think my Spikey is funny. I look towards Giles with some concern, but my eyes are almost immediately drawn right back to Spike’s. Crystal blue and full of suggestions. Suggestions I would like to hear in greater detail.

Spike follows me into the kitchen. I realize this when he comes up behind me as I am filling the kettle in the sink. I gasp as his hands immediately take ahold of my hips and pull me back into him firmly. And speaking of firmly, there is something unmistakably hard pressing into my backside. I grind back into him lightly. My future husband. I get to do this with him all the time. Marriage rocks.

I feel a hand push my hair off my neck and then his mouth on my skin. OOH. Oh! The kettle! Giles! I yank it from under the stream of water and pull away from Spike long enough to put it on the stove over a flame.

I’ve been good long enough. I need him. I turn and press Spike against the refrigerator and put my finger to my lips. I whisper, “We have to be quiet. Because of Giles.” He nods, but all I can look at is his tongue, curled over his teeth. Gotta get it.

I knock him back against the refrigerator, pressing my entire length into his. I kiss him. Hard. Think I bite him a little because he yelps quietly. I just can’t stop myself. And why would I want to?
“Buffy?” Oh shit. “Why is the water still running?”

Shit shit. I break the kiss long enough to answer. “Just...” oh god “..doing some di - “ how did he... “dishes, Giles!” My voice pitches very high on Giles as I reach over and splash my hand in the water to simulate washing. Spike’s hand down my panties might also have something to do with it.

“Oh. Very well.”

I yank Spike to the floor, whispering to him under the noise of the water. “You are being very very naughty.” I punctuate each word with a movement getting him closer to naked. God, I’m so hot for him, one touch might just do it. Screw the wedding night. Why wait?

“Oh!” His hand comes over my mouth. Oops. Loud. And yet, somehow I’m on the bottom now? When did that...? Oh wait. Don’t care. Spike yanks my pants down, looks up at me. I nod. He lifts his eyebrows. I nod again, harder.

And yes, HARDER. Minutes later, Spike is driving into me and all I can think is harder, faster. More, more, more. And to be quiet. That’s the toughest part. I want to scream his name as loud as I can.
The dirty somethings Spike is whispering into my ear are sending shockwaves through my body. His hand on my breast squeezes as I start to feel myself implode. Quietly. Well, sort of.

The kettle starts to whistle. Very loudly. Spike keeps thrusting. I keep biting my lip to keep from screaming as my body shakes. He nips me on the earlobe as I feel the full force of orgasm.

“Buffy? Can you get the kettle?” Oh Jesus. Giles. I let go of my lip.

“COMING!”