Quiet, Please

For: lilacdream7
Rating: NC-17
Request: office sex, breaking and entering ;), novelist and biggest fan, ie the smuttier the better!! ^_^

Response: Though her scenario calls for AU, I'm not a big AU writer, so I slipped back into canon-based fic and made it work! Buffy and Spike commit a little breaking and entering in Season 6, sometime after Gone.




“Spike?” Buffy looks around, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck prick up. She’s always been able to zero in on him, but lately it’s been even more intense. A flood of warmth in her belly tells her he is very nearby. That and the scent of cigarette smoke.

“Here, pet.” He slips out of the darkness. Buffy shakes her head at his ability to seemingly melt into the night. Guess he’s had a long time to learn how to do that. She tries to ignore the way her body pulls her to him. The way she wants to greet him by tackling him to the ground and...

“Good. Let’s go.” Gritting her teeth against the desires pulsing through her, Buffy spins on one foot and heads down the sidewalk without waiting to see if he follows. He will.

A few light footfalls and he is in stride. “And where is it we are going exactly? You weren’t exactly full of details earlier.”

“Gotta break in somewhere. I needed someone who could be stealthy and y’know, break and enter. Criminal stuff.”

“And you thought of me, love? I’m truly touched.” Buffy rolls her eyes and tries not to smile. Spike chucks the butt of his cigarette to the side and looks down at the Slayer striding in the moonlight. Words like luminescent and radiant flood his mind. He grimaces. Who knew getting Buffy in bed would turn him back into a poet. An awful one. He fights back a desperately bad ode of adoration to ask the obvious.

“So, where are we breaking in? Secret government installation? A bank? Museum?”

“Library.”

Spike stops walking. Buffy continues, not looking back. “What?!” When he realizes she’s not stopping, Spike jogs to catch up again. “Did you say the soddin’ library? They do let you borrow the books now, pet. No need to steal them.”

Buffy stops with a sigh and turns to face him. “Listen. With Giles gone, we don’t have all the resources we used to. There’s a book in that there library...” She points a little further down the street. “...that we need to consult. It’s in some special collection and I had a feeling the librarian wouldn’t go for ‘Hi. I’m a vampire Slayer and that book you thought was a fantasy written by some long lost royal dude is actually a textbook on demonology. Can I have it?’ Do you think that would have worked?”

Spike chuckles, loving the fire in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks. His voice is deeper and he is standing a bit closer than is necessary. “I would have given it to you, pet. But I’m a little biased.” He smirks, eyes raking down her body.

Buffy fights the deepening flush and the wetness in her panties and fails miserably. The vision of pushing Spike into the nearby bushes crosses her mind. Standing up straight, Buffy pulls herself together. “So we steal it. At least temporarily. Got it?” She raises her eyebrows in question.

“Got it.” He gives her a mock salute, which gets him a playful shove. Buffy instantly regrets touching him at all. In the split second, she felt the firmness of his body under her fingertips and remembers how it felt when there were no clothes blocking the way. Wishing for a bucket of cold water, Buffy resumes walking and Spike falls in next to her.

“The back door is covered by some trees, so I figured we’d go in there. Special collections are on the third floor.” Spike nods. When they reach the back door, Buffy puts her finger to her lips. She whispers, “No more talking, okay? Just follow my lead.”

Spike nods again. He sees her reach for the knob and signals her to stop. Reaching into an inside pocket of his duster, Spike pulls out a lock-picking kit.

She whispers, “But I didn’t tell you what we were doing! How’d you know?”

“Didn’t.” He grins at her and she bites back a smile. She did want the criminal type along tonight.

A few minutes later, Spike and Buffy find themselves on the third floor. After Spike picks the lock to the metal cage holding the rare books, they slip in and start searching. Buffy shows him the title and author and they split up. In silence, they scour the shelves of old leather volumes until Spike grabs one from the shelf, his night vision giving him an advantage in the nearly dark space. Finding Buffy, he shows it to her. She squints at it and heads for the cage door, waving for him to follow. He does. Buffy pauses in the reading room where there is more light. She sets the book on a large wooden table, checks the title page and flips through it quickly, her smile widening. When she looks over her shoulder at Spike, nodding and smiling, eyes happy, he grins back.

Their eyes lock and Buffy’s hand freezes, palm flat on an open page of the book. The moment they’ve been dancing around for the last hour has finally reached a boil. She pushes the book away down the table in one smooth movement, which is all the invitation Spike needs. In the space of seconds, Buffy is flat on her back on the table, one powerfully aroused vampire above her. Fingers fly in desperation, the sound of fabric ripping overly loud in the quiet library. Clothes are pulled and shoved and ripped away as quickly as possible. Finally, Buffy feels that hard body again, this time with no bothersome clothes in the way. Her nails claw Spike’s strong back, pulling him closer and closer. He makes a quiet sound, almost a growl, as he yanks her pants fully off. Spike grins - a wicked, wicked grin - as his hand snakes down into her panties. Buffy sits up on her elbows, watching his every move, gasping quietly when he finds his goal. She can see him react at finding her completely wet and more than ready. Eyes focused on hers, he slides one finger into his mouth, tasting her with a moan.

“Come here.”

Spike lifts a finger to his lips, reminding Buffy of the ‘no talking in the library’ rule. She mouths it to him again, crooking her finger. Spike wastes no time positioning himself over her, just on the verge of joining. Teasing her entrance with his cock, he lowers his mouth to her ear, until his lips brush against her warm skin. The voice is barely a breath, deep and rough.

“I’m here, love.” And with one furious thrust, he is.