My Girl

For: sandy_s
Rating: R
Request: Other characters: A random demon of your choice...not part of canon. Canon-based, Season 8. Something to do with swimming in a pool around Valentine's Day.

Response: The fic matches the request and assumes that Spike survived Season 7 somehow and that he and Buffy are together

“Hold him, Slayer!”

“Eugh, I’m trying!” Buffy wrinkles her nose as the slime-covered demon fights to get away from her. “I just bought these jeans, you know!”

“Buffy, love. If you can keep him still...” Spike dances around, trying to get a clean shot at the disgusting creature they found stalking the neighborhood. After three nights of checking every backyard in suburban Sunnydale, they finally found him. It. This thing.

“AGH. Spike, just...just stab him!” Buffy squinches up her face as she pulls it against her, the distinct feeling of wet goo making her nauseous. Realizing this will have to be in close quarters, Spike drops the axe and reaches down to pull a dagger out of his boot. Buffy raises her eyebrows. “Ooh, hiding weapons in your pants, are you?” She squeezes the demon until there are distinct popping sounds. It growls in anger.

Spike cocks his head at her, laughing. “I’m not even answering that one, pet.” With a movement almost too fast for the human eye, Spike darts in, slicing the demon across the neck with one vicious slice. Buffy sighs in relief when it goes limp. “Bloody hell!” She drops the body and looks at Spike, quickly figuring out why he yelled. The killing blow caused a spray of viscous blue blood to spray out and splatter Spike. All over.

He holds his arms out, looking down with disgust. She starts to giggle, bringing her hand to her mouth. “EWWW!” Buffy looks down at the green slime on her hand, which is now on her cheek. Looking down, she sees a film of the slime all the way down her front where she was holding the demon. “Okay. That is just gross. Why can’t I have a normal job where my new jeans are not covered with green slime within twenty four hours?”

Spike tries to wipe off his duster and t-shirt, but it is pointless. The blood is sticky and not going anywhere. “This is just...foul. You’re looking a bit slimed yourself, love.”

“Yeah.” Buffy frowns at the mottled green demon at her feet. “Stupid slime demon.” She kicks it and instantly regrets it, as the sludge now covers her left shoe. “Oh jeez. Let’s just go home.”

Spike gestures at the demon. “Shouldn’t we...move it or something?”

Buffy wipes her hands on the only clean part of her jeans and shakes her head. “If it’s the Shala - Shalaba - Shlabat - oh, forget it. If it’s the demon Giles thinks, it should dissolve at daybreak. A bit light sensitive. Like you.” She smirks over at Spike, pointing up at his hair. “It’s in your hair, too.”

Spike reaches up and confirms Buffy’s report. “Yours too, Slayer.”

“And again, I say ew.” Turning around, Buffy starts heading toward home, trying to ignore the squishy sounds her clothes are making. Spike trails behind.

After a few minutes of companionable silence, Buffy notices a strange blue glow coming over the fence of a nearby backyard. She frowns a little and stops. “What’s that light?”

Spike glances over and shrugs. Buffy peeks through a crack in the fence and her face lights up. She turns back to Spike with a grin. A bit of a wicked grin. He immediately recognizes it as the ‘Buffy is up to something’ grin. “It’s a POOL.”

“Um, yeah? Lots of those around here, Buffy. Southern California, right?”

Buffy ignores him. “Is anyone home? They left the lights on in the pool.”

“What am I, psychic now?”

Buffy waves at his face. “Use your vampy sense of smell. You always know when I’m around. Check the house!”

Spike slides up closer to her. “That’s cause you always smell bloody fantastic, love.” He wrinkles his nose. “Well, except for now.”

Buffy rolls her eyes. “Could you just check?”

“Gotta get closer.” Spike puts one hand on top of the fence and swings over it with inhuman strength and speed, duster flapping behind him.

Buffy just stands still for a second. “Damn, that’s hot.” Shaking her head, she makes her own way over the wooden fence. He is already prowling near the darkened windows. After a few seconds, he straightens up and jogs over to her.

“Nobody’s home.”

She smirks at him. “Well, since we’re already, y’know, trespassing, we might as well make the most, right?” Glancing around the spacious backyard, she spots it. “Yes!”

“Think I’m a bad influence on you, pet.” Spike grins and follows Buffy as she makes a beeline for the small poolhouse in the corner. As they approach, he sees her goal. A showerhead coming out of the wall. “What the...? Why?”

Buffy turns. “It’s for washing off before and after you go in the pool. For the chemicals and stuff.” Without explaining further, she yanks the cord, turning it on full blast. Spike jumps back as the spray nearly hits him. Yanking off her shoes and socks, Buffy steps into the water. She squeals and jumps back.

“What’s wrong, pet?”

“It’s cold!” Buffy rubs her arms, where goosebumps have already jumped to the surface. “But I can’t take the slime. This will at least get some of the ookyness off me.” Bracing herself, she steps back into the water, letting it hit her on the neck and chest first. After shuddering a few times, she manages to turn to Spike and smile through chattering teeth. “Come on! Better to be wet than slimy.”

Spike tilts his head, a devilish look in his eyes. “Yeah. Couldn’t agree more.” His eyes dart down her body.

“Ooh. Dirty little vampire. Now get your undead ass over here.” Spike slides his duster off and drops it on the concrete to the side. Spike tries to concentrate on unlacing his boots, but finds his eyes drawn to the effect the water is having on her clothing. What had been a fun little yellow tank top is now clinging to her every curve, her breasts clearly outlined. His mouth falls open a little as he watches her tilt her head back and let the water slick her hair back. The water runs all over her, chasing her curves and lines, drawing his eyes down its paths. At the same time, her fingers run over her body, pushing the slime off. He can’t stop watching as her hands run over her breasts and down over her taut belly. It’s mesmerizing.

Finally managing to yank off his boots and socks, Spike stands up and moves closer, quietly. Buffy turns, feeling his eyes boring into her. The intense look there immediately charges the atmosphere with sparks of electricity. She gasps a little in surprise. What had been a playful idea has turned into more. Much more. Biting her bottom lip, Buffy smiles a little at him. She raises her hand and crooks her finger, inviting him. “There’s room, Spike.”

In a heartbeat, he is under the water with her, his hair turning back into little curls, the way Buffy secretly likes it. His black t-shirt is instantly sculpted to his chest by the chill water. Spike’s arms slide around her waist and yank her to him roughly. She squeaks a little, putting her hands up to brace herself on his chest. “Ooh, wet t-shirt contest. Buffy like.” Grinning up at him, Buffy presses closer and strains her mouth upwards. Dipping his head down slightly, Spike meets her halfway in a soft kiss. Which quickly escalates. Spike’s fingers curve into her spine, digging in as her tongue dives into his mouth. Moaning and grasping at his t-shirt, Buffy turns and pushes Spike against the wall of the poolhouse with a thud.

The kiss continues for minutes with only occasional breaks for Buffy to catch her breath. Nibbling and biting and sucking, Buffy and Spike work each other into a fever pitch. Buffy finally breaks the kiss with a gasp and a shiver. Her lips are both bruised and blue and Spike realizes the water has gone completely icy.

Teeth bumping, Buffy struggles to talk. “Don’t know how I can be this hot and this cold at the same time. That’s the effect you have on me.” She winks at him and steps out of the spray. Quickly undoing her jeans and wiggling out of the sodden fabric, Buffy glances over her shoulder at the pool. “Time to warm up.” In just a tank top and her panties, she takes a few steps and dives gracefully into the pool. Spike stands there watching as she surfaces ten yards in and turns to face him. Her hair is slicked back, face flushed with sudden warmth. “It feels amazing in here, Spike. It’s heated!” She takes a few strokes to reach the edge as she sees the hesitation in Spike. “What’s up?”
Glancing at his jeans, she quirks up an eyebrow. “Besides the obvious, that is.” Buffy licks her bottom lip as she takes in his aroused state.

Spike’s internal struggle is painful. He wants nothing more than to have Buffy in his arms again, but in a pool? He’ll have to admit a weakness and he hates that...even with the woman he loves.

Buffy pulls herself half out of the pool, giving Spike a view of the thin tank top plastered to her torso, revealing the shape of her breasts, her hard nipples, the tight lines of her abdomen. He decides that the weakness will just have to be revealed. He needs to touch her...and soon. She smiles up at him, seeing him waver. “Don’t swim, love.”

“Don’t?” She cocks her head, sliding back into the water. “Or can’t?”

Spike exhales noisily, hands on hips. “Can’t, okay? Never bloody learned.”

Buffy backstrokes a few feet away before paddling back to the edge. “Why not?”

“Wasn’t exactly popular back when I was human...and it just never came up, I guess.”

“Not scared of the water, though, are you?” Buffy continues watching him closely, a glint of playfulness in her eyes.

Spike scoffs at the suggestion. “No, ‘course not. Just...why don’t you just come out of there. We can go back to a nice dry bed...”

Buffy puts her finger to her chin to think. “Umm. Nope. I want you. In here. Now.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“I won’t let you drown. Promise.”

“No.”

Buffy makes sure to stay out of grabbing distance while she tries to lure Spike into the pool. “Don’t you want me, Spike?” She drops her head and looks up at him through her eyelashes, flirting shamelessly.

Spike sighs, feeling his erection continue to strain. He craves her more than blood, something he still hasn’t had the balls to tell her. More than the substance that gives him the semblance of life, he wants her. “Always, love. You know that.”

Hands beneath the surface, Buffy slowly lifts the tank top off and whirls it around above her before slinging it to him. “Prove it.” As the wet fabric hits him, Spike’s eyes widen. Vixen. Her bare shoulders just break the surface as she grins up at him. “Now yours.”

“Mine?”

“Yes, yours.” Spike grins. Slayer wants to play. He slowly tugs his wet t-shirt over his head, revealing perfectly carved abs and chest muscles. Buffy feels the little butterflies go nuts in her belly. And a little lower. Just like they always do when she sees him in all his glory. Well, almost all.

With a bit more underwater struggle, Buffy tosses her panties to Spike, who catches them in midair. He strains forward, trying to see under the water, but she paddles harder, making it difficult to see. “Now, you.”

Spike holds up the scrap of white cotton. “Not wearing panties, love.”

Buffy narrows her eyes. “The jeans, buddy. Take ‘em off.”

Never one to be shy about a little exhibitionism, Spike takes his sweet time unbuttoning the fly on his jeans, one button at a time. Buffy feels her mouth go kind of dry and her body warm beyond the temperature being offered by the pool. After a few more seconds, Spike is standing there in all his glory.

“Get in here.”

Spike still looks skeptical, but the lure of a naked Slayer is hard to resist. Buffy swims away a little bit. “Down here. Not as deep.” Spike walks around the pool, meeting Buffy at the edge. She lifts one hand up out of the water and knowing his mistake as he meets her hand, Spike takes it. With a swing of her arm, he is flipped into the water behind her. Coming back to the surface spluttering, Spike growls out at her. “You trying to drown me, Slayer?”

Buffy glides up to him, hand reaching up to touch his cheek. “Spike. Sweetie. You can’t drown.”

Spike opens his mouth to retort, but then closes it. “Right. I knew that.”

“Besides, you can stand here.” Buffy points at the bottom and Spike notices they are both standing on the bottom, just their shoulders and heads above water.

“Oh. Right.” His head lowers, eyebrows drawing downward. “Now, where were we?”

Buffy squeals and tries to get away, but just ends up backed against the wall of the pool with one horny vampire pinning her there. His hands locked on the concrete edge of the pool on either side of her head. She doesn’t try too hard, since she doesn’t really want to escape. Buffy puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls him closer so she can whisper in his ear. Her breath tickles him, warm and sweet. “Ever done it in a pool?”

Spike dips his head, dusting a few kisses over her wet shoulder with a chuckle. “Not yet.”

“Hey! What’s that?!”

“Buffy, love, if you don’t know, we’ve been doing something wrong...”

Buffy lifts herself up on his shoulders, looking behind him. “Ooh. Not that...though, hello. We’ll get right back to that. What’s that red thing in your duster?” Wrapping his arms around Buffy’s waist and twisting her around with him, Spike glances at his leather coat laying on the concrete on the other side of the pool.

He shrugs. “Nothing.”

“Um. Is clearly something, Spike.” She wraps her legs around him underwater, exerting a little pressure below the waist. Buffy nibbles on his ear, teasing him lightly. “Tell me.”

Spike’s hands slide down to her hips, lifting her and making her gasp a little as he nearly enters her. “Just a little something. No big.”

Buffy wriggles her hips against his. “Now I know we’re talking about the duster thing because there is all kinds of big going on down there...”

He grins back at her wickedly. “If you must be so nosy...it’s your Valentine’s Day present.”

“Ooh! But that’s tomorrow!”

Spike pushes Buffy back against the wall of the pool, nuzzling her neck, covering the delicate skin with soft kisses and nips. Her body coming to full alert under his attentions, Spike pauses long enough to answer her. “Almost after midnight now, love.”

Buffy melts a little further. Not only is Spike the owner of the most amazing abs of steel and the stamina of, well, a vampire, he is also a romantic. She is one lucky Slayer. “What is it?”

“Not telling.” Buffy swallows her next words as she feels Spike’s hand slide between her legs. Her body is humming with heat and lust, making it hard to concentrate. She slides her hand around the back of his neck and yanks him to her, biting into his bottom lip. “That’s my girl.”

Every time he says that, she feels a rush of desire. Of satisfaction. Because she really is. Feeling the smooth concrete against her back and the soothing warmth of the water around her, Buffy looks up into his soft blue eyes. Spike looks down at her, eyes full of love and lust and something nearly possessive. She is very much his girl. Their eyes locked on each other, she feels him remove his fingers and slide himself home with one smooth motion. She rises up in the water, taking him in with a moan. The smooth sensation of the water pulsing around them as Spike thrusts into her is nearly mesmerizing, almost hypnotic.

Half an hour later, after shuddering to yet another orgasm, Buffy hangs on Spike’s neck, body feeling like jelly. But good. Satisfied. Happy. Her eye wanders across the pool again to the bright red something.

“Is it candy?”

Rolling his eyes, Spike takes her mouth in a deep kiss and her question is quickly forgotten.