Thursday was ushered in by bright blue skies and sunshine. As Buffy rose from her bed, stretching, she smiled. Everything was...well, if not right, at least better with the world. Willow was safe--she'd been forced to stay at the hospital over night, but there appeared to be no lasting harm done. The spell couldn't possibly work right thanks to Lily and Angel who had ten times as many brains as all the rest of the vampires in Sunnydale together, except maybe Spike.
Now, all that needed to be done was to find Spike and beat him until he revealed where Lily and Angel were so that they could be rescued before 3:09 a.m. Buffy had full confidence in her ability to do that.
Bouncing towards the shower, Buffy gave her stunned mother a big kiss as she passed her in the hall.
*****
Spike lay on his back, awake, holding a sleeping Drusilla. When he had returned to the warehouse after setting the redhead free, Drusilla had jumped him. She had babbled about having all the ingredients for the spell--she knew why Angel was necessary. Then she had gone on and on about how the goody two shoes Slayer had drank from the virgin.
Spike was still stunned by that. Lily had really drank from Willow? As he stared at the lace canopy, he remembered the events and conversations of the night before. Someone had asked Willow if Lily had really fed on her...Willow had held up her wrist but hadn't answered.
Spike was even more stunned that mister soulboy had fed on the girl. He who only ate bagged blood. If he had bitten Willow first, maybe it was his teeth marks on her wrist. Spike recalled that the Watcher had examined both wrists with great interest.
Male fangs were noticeably bigger.
If Angel had bitten her first, maybe Lily hadn't at all. Spike wondered just how closely the guards had watched the whole thing. Maybe Lily had managed to bite Angel or bite herself or just not bite anyone.
Maybe the world wasn't going to end tonight after all.
*****
Lily awoke with a start and sat up, jostling Angel whom she had been draped across. A glance upwards showed her that the skylight had been uncovered and it was dark out. She rarely slept until sunset and she was a little amazed she had slept at all on this day. Probably lack of proper food.
"Sunset?" Angel asked, yawning.
"Uh huh." Lily peered into the gloom of the room. The guards sat at the table with the only light, playing poker with bits of flesh and teeth. Lily made a face and turned towards Angel who had sat up and was stretching.
"Seven hours or so."
"Thanks for reminding me," Lily snapped, then gave him a look of contrition. "I'm sorry..."
Angel interrupted her with a shake of his head. "Quite understandable."
Lily's eyes took on a haunted look. "I've been ready to die for three hundred years, but now..."
"Because of Spike?" Angel asked gently.
"Partly." She ran her hands through her tangled hair, wincing as she encountered knots, then looked back up at Angel. "Maybe I don't really want to die after all," she murmured. "Maybe I'm afraid of what follows."
"You were Catholic..."
Lily interrupted. "I AM Catholic...and I haven't been to confession in over three centuries. Absolution is out of the question. So, what happens when I die? I'm not so sure I really want to find out...and maybe I never did. I certainly fled Paris quickly rather than face you."
"I went back to your townhouse, that next night," Angel admitted. "I really thought you would be there...a part of me wanted you to be there."
Lily gave him a wry look. "So you could kill me."
Angel shook his head, trying to explain his feelings of two hundred years before. "You fascinated me. I threatened you...because you frightened me. I didn't understand. I never would have suspected the truth, but you were a puzzle...a very beautiful puzzle."
Lily's look turned sad. "Angel. If I had stayed and you had come to me again...one of us would have died." He nodded in understanding. "You were the first vampire I felt true passion for and that frightened the shit out of me, but I would have tried to do my duty."
"Have you tried to kill Spike?" he asked with some interest.
Her look went from sad to chagrined. "Not since that first night we made love. Love changes everything, Angel."
"I know."
"You really love Buffy, don't you?" Angel nodded. "Have you thought about the future? About turning her?"
Looking away, Angel ran his hand over his face, then leaned back against the side of the cage. "I can't do that to her."
"Then she'll die," Lily said quietly, sadly. "All Slayers die young."
"I know...I've always known. So does she."
"She's strong...but your time together is limited. It doesn't have to be, Angel. She'd be like me."
Angel made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "We have more important things to deal with right now. Like surviving the night and stopping Dru."
"I know." Lily gave him a weak smile. "I don't really want to think about that just yet."
"Then, tell me why you love Spike."
The look that crossed Lily's face amazed Angel. Complete rapture.
"Spike," she whispered in a voice full of love.
*****
As he dressed, Spike watched Drusilla dancing around the room, wearing only a feather boa, black stockings and red satin pumps. He rolled his eyes and ignored her humming 'Night and Day'; it was getting old.
"Spikey?"
"What?"
"Do you think Angel will make a good slave?"
"Why would you want Angel as a slave?"
Drusilla gave him an evil smile. "He's so fun to torture. I think I'll make his little bitch watch while I fuck him, then I'll make him watch as I turn her. Then I'll throw them together and see what happens. In the cage, they'll make a nice show for our family."
"That's nice, pet." So, Drusilla wanted Angel. Once the thought of Drusilla willingly bedding their sire had nearly destroyed him. He had always hated the control that Angelus had over her...but he wasn't Angelus anymore ...and Drusilla? If she wanted to fuck Angel silly in front of his eyes...fine. He really didn't love her anymore.
"Night and day; you are the one; only you beneath the moon and under the sun," Drusilla sang as she picked up her red velvet dress and slipped it over her head.
"So, pet, where and when is this little ritual taking place?"
Straightening her dress over her hips, Drusilla picked up her brush and began to arrange her hair. "3:09 in the morning, silly."
"And where?" Spike asked casually.
"We'll go there together in a few minutes."
"Um, I need to go hunt, luv."
Drusilla scowled at him and he--figuratively--held his breath. Finally she nodded, still not happy. "Okay. I do want you strong for later," she said slyly, winking. "Come to the bunker when you're all full."
Silently cursing her for not telling him where the bloody ritual was to take place, Spike nodded and left the room.
*****
Buffy sat on Willow's bed, idly playing with a Winnie the Pooh.
Willow sat up against the headboard, wearing a flannel nightgown, fresh from the shower. She was eating her mom's homemade macaroni and cheese--comfort food. "Um, Buffy?"
"Yeah?" Buffy asked, distracted.
"Could you not strangle Pooh?"
Glancing down, Buffy saw that her fingers were clenched around the toy's neck, about to rip the stuffing out. Sighing she dropped Pooh on the bed and rubbed her hands over her face.
"Sorry. I'm a little..."
"Worried? Wigged?"
"Yeah."
Willow gently touched her friend's arm. "You'll save the day. I have full confidence."
Slightly amazed at the changes she saw in Willow, Buffy tried to smile. The attempt was a little feeble. "I felt a lot more confident this morning when the deadline was a lot farther off," she muttered.
"Angel and Lily believe in you...and they've done everything they could to help you."
"I know. But..."
Willow gave her a stern look. "No buts. Look at me. Did you think I would survive?"
"Of course," Buffy blustered.
Willow didn't believe her. "Uh huh. *I* didn't think I was going to live...but I did, thanks to Spike. I still can't believe he rescued me." She shook her head, then took another bite of the macaroni and cheese.
"Will...was it really terrible for you?"
Willow took another bite as she thought about Buffy's hesitant question. "Yeah," she finally answered. "It was terrible...I think the worst was not knowing what was going to happen next. I counted the seconds until the day... because she'd leave."
"And you're telling the truth? All Drusilla did was bite you once?"
Willow nodded and glanced at her wrists. The wounds were healing, but there were still bruises. "Physically I'm fine, Buffy...but emotionally? That may take some time." She tried to smile.
"I'm sorry," Buffy said, giving her friend a chagrined look. "I shouldn't have brought this up..."
"No, I'm glad you did. I need to face it and deal with it. It isn't going to go away."
"But not now."
"No, not now," Willow agreed. "You need to focus on later tonight. We'll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow and the next day and the next day...I know we will." She gave Buffy a strong smile to which the Slayer couldn't help but respond.
*****
Nearly an hour after sunset Spike took a seat on the bench in the park. He had fed on two unsuspecting vampire idiots, somewhat reviving his strength. Now he waited.
Fiddling with a stake, Buffy walked down a deserted path in the park. She needed to find Spike. He *would* tell her where Angel and Lily were being held...or there'd be Hell to pay...and she wasn't being funny.
She wasn't surprised to find him sitting on the bench. He gave her a wary look and rose to his feet.
"Where are they?"
Slowly Spike nodded. "I'll take you there...but, first, I need more of your blood.
Buffy made a frustrated noise.
"We have six hours, Slayer. They're fine. I saw them last night...all curled up in each others arms."
Buffy's eyes narrowed and she hissed, "You're not funny, Spike."
He responded lightly, "Wasn't trying to be. Now, the blood?"
Sighing, Buffy gestured with the stake for him to join her and they warily walked towards the school.
*****
Drusilla strolled into the bunker with her entourage of sycophants, guards and the little scholar. At the sight of Lily and Angel in the cage together she scowled, then walked over to them.
"Who left you two together?"
"What does it matter, Dru?" Angel asked softly. "She fed off the virgin. There was nothing to prevent us being comfortable for our last day on Earth."
"Oh, you're not dying, daddy. No, no," Drusilla replied, giggling insanely. She leaned closer and said in a loud whisper, "I have lots of wicked plans for you. At 3:09, we become a happy family again. You, me and Spike." Her eyes flashed and she licked her lips. "Even if I have to tie you to the bed and fuck you silly."
Angel's face darkened, but he kept his mouth shut. Drusilla began to pout, then whined, "If you're a good daddy, you can have your little blonde slut occasionally. I'm going to turn her so that she can keep Spike fed and happy." Her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed. "I don't know why she'll get to keep her soul. What a vampire would want with a soul, I don't know."
"Leave her alone," Angel growled, making Drusilla giggle again.
"Oooh, daddy, so protective. You were *never* that protective of me." She scowled again and turned her attention to Lily who was watching impassively. Drusilla's scowl lifted and a mischievous grin crossed her face. "Do you want to know what Spike and I did all day?"
"Not particularly," Lily answered in a bored voice.
Drusilla ignored her and babbled on. "He loves to kiss me, you know, down there." She giggled, then continued. "I think I came a half a dozen times from his mouth on me. Then, to make him happy, I sucked him dry. Then we made love for an hour or so, rolling all over the bed."
Lily interrupted Drusilla's reverie with a snide question. "Did he tell you he loves you?"
Drusilla stopped talking and her face morphed as she screamed, "BITCH!" Stamping her feet in fury she yelled for the guards. "Get the bitch back on the wall, face forward. I want to see what she looks like without her skin."
As the guards came towards the cage, Angel tried to placate her. "Dru, you can't kill her."
"Oh, she won't die and you had better close your little goody two shoes mouth or you'll be skinless too," she threatened.
The cage was opened and two guards grabbed Lily who struggled and kicked. "It isn't going to matter, you stupid bitch," she yelled at Drusilla as she was dragged to the wall. "Spike will never love you again."
As Drusilla stormed over to where Lily now struggled in the manacles, the scholar sidled over to her and mumbled in an obsequious voice, "Mistress? She needs her skin for the ritual."
Drusilla hissed at the other vampire, making him cringe, then slowly began to calm enough to nod. "Yes. She won't have time to heal." Drusilla's face turned back to human and she shrugged. "Guess I'll have to punish Angel."
Lily screamed in protest, "No! He's done nothing."
Drusilla walked over to where Lily was chained and slapped her hard across the face. "I always have a reason to punish my Angel."
Glaring, Lily spit in the insane vampire's face.
Eyes hardening in fury, Drusilla wiped the spittle off her face and turned to the four hulking male vampires. "She's yours boys. Just don't kill her."
As the guards jumped forward to drag Lily off the wall, Angel begged, "Drusilla, don't do this. Punish me. Make her watch."
Drusilla ignored her sire and turned to watch as the four guards flung Lily to the floor and surrounded her.
Lily looked up, refusing to show the fear she felt. Three hundred and thirty odd years...she had never been raped. What a way to spend the last night of her life. She began to laugh hysterically and curled into a ball.
*****
Giles was surprised to see Spike enter the Library with Buffy. Jenny gasped and sat down hard as she stumbled backwards over a chair.
"Well, this is beginning to feel like home," Spike said with a chuckle.
"Let's get this over with," Buffy snapped.
As she headed for the weapons' locker, Spike sat down at the table, leaning the chair back.
"Um, Buffy?" Giles asked.
She replied from the depths of the locker. "He needs more blood, then we're heading out to rescue Angel and Lily."
"Good, we're getting a little close for comfort," Jenny said, eying Spike nervously. He gave her a wicked grin.
As Buffy walked out of the locker with a large knife, Giles grabbed the first aid kit and a the beaker from the night before.
"Is this really necessary?" Giles asked suspiciously.
Spike made a face before replying. "Would I drink such sickeningly sweet blood if I didn't need it?"
"There's no difference in the taste," Giles responded.
Buffy gave them both disgusted looks and took off her jacket. "Giles, he's baiting you. Ignore him." Taking a deep breath, she drew the knife across her inner arm and let the blood trickle into the beaker.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, Buffy was recovered enough to load up her bag with weapons and sling the crossbow over her shoulder. With a few last morsels of encouragement from Giles ringing in her ears, she left the Library, following Spike who was nearly bouncing from the infusion of her blood.
"So, where are they?" she asked as they left the school and started down the quiet street.
"There's an old, abandoned military bunker on the edge of town. It's hidden in the woods. Angel and I walked right past it without even realizing it was there when we were searching for Lily."
Glancing at her watch, Buffy saw that it was after ten o'clock and lengthened her strides.
*****
When they reached the bunker, Buffy looked up at Spike. "So, what's the plan?"
Spike shrugged.
"Oh that's a good plan," Buffy replied sarcastically.
Spike glared at her. "Drusilla's undoubtedly in there by now and who knows how many vampires are with her. Now, you can go in crossbow blazing...or we can spend five seconds and think of a better plan."
"Why don't you go in, count the vamps and come tell me how many there are?"
He shook his head, countering, "Once I'm inside, I doubt Dru will let me go."
Buffy snorted and Spike growled. "Okay, how about I grab the Slayer and make a present of her to my pet?" As he spoke, he grabbed her bag and crossbow, slinging them over one shoulder, then picked her up and flung her over the other.
Buffy was too stunned to do more than curse. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Plan B."
"This sucks," she wailed.
"Shut up and play dumb...I doubt that will be difficult."
Snarling, Buffy kicked him in the stomach, but clamped her lips shut. Spike grunted, then headed for the bunker door. Opening it, he stepped inside only to be greeted by a horrifying sight.
*****
Ignoring the Slayer hitting his back with her tiny, yet determined fists, Spike stared horrified at Lily. She lay on the floor, very still, the dress torn from her breasts again. Four large male vampires surrounded her, all drooling disgustingly. One dared to have his hand on her thigh, pushing the dress out of the way and baring her hip.
He watched Lily's hands clench, her teeth dig into her lower lip, and he desperately tried to think of a way to stop this obscenity.
A yell of pain from the wall drew his attention. Drusilla was dripping holy water onto Angel's naked chest. Their sire pulled ineffectively at the manacles that bound him as the liquid ate away at his flesh.
Moving forward, Spike saw that one of the males was clawing at Lily's breast, leaving ugly marks. He swung his foot and kicked the male across the room. "Get off, all of you," he ordered.
The other three pulled back an infinitesimal amount. Drusilla stormed over to him. "I gave her to them. She's going to die soon anyway, you can't possibly still want her."
Amazed at Drusilla's illogical train of thought, Spike's mind flew over possibilities until it finally hit on something. "If they make her bleed, maybe she'll lose the virgin blood. She only took a little."
Drusilla's brow began to furrow, then she noticed Spike's captive. Circling him, she looked into the Slayer's red face and began to smile, bouncing. "Ooh, Spikey. Is this for me? A prezzie?"
"Well, for me too. I'll need someone to feed on."
Drusilla came back around to face him, smiling broadly. Gently she patted his cheek. "My boy's come back to me?"
Smiling, Spike lied, "Of course, ducks. Where would I go?"
"Could someone put me down?" Buffy demanded, squirming. Spike smacked her across the bottom, drawing a muffled, angry yell from her.
"I'm going to go toss her in the cage. Let's throw the other one in there as well."
"You really think if she bleeds, she might lose the important blood?" Drusilla asked, concerned.
Spike nodded quickly. "Quite possible, pet."
"Okay. Boys," she said, turning to the males who still crouched around Lily. "Sorry, throw the bitch in the cage."
With many muffled complaints, the male vampires dragged Lily to her feet and tossed her in the cage. Spike shoved Buffy in as well, then slammed the door shut. Dropping Buffy's bag of weapons, Spike slid his arm around Drusilla and guided her over to Angel.
"It makes such lovely patterns, doesn't it my Spike?"
Spike glanced up at his glowering sire and nearly winced at the ugly burns. "Just lovely..."
In the cage, Lily tried to fix her dress, finally ending up just holding it over her exposed breasts. Buffy clutched the bars, staring at Angel, horrified.
"He'll be okay, Buffy," Lily said softly.
"He's hurt," Buffy whimpered.
"It's been a lot worse."
Buffy turned and looked at Lily, noticing how gaunt and pale the vampire was. "You don't look very good either."
Leaning back against the side of the cage, Lily ran her free hand through her tangled hair. "I need a good, long, hot soak in a tub and about a gallon of blood."
Concern shown on the Slayer's face. "Are you strong enough?"
Lily nodded, hoping she really was. "What time is it?"
Glancing at her watch, Buffy answered, "Nearly eleven." She lowered her voice. "Do you know what Spike..."
Lily shushed her with a hard slash of her hand and a shake of her head. "Vampires have big ears," she whispered.
Sighing, Buffy nodded and turned back to watch Angel, wincing at his obvious pain.
Through his pain, Angel hissed at Spike. "I'll gut you for this, I swear."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Spike answered, bored. "The little twit was so worried about her cuddletoy, she walked right into my trap."
Slipping free of Spike's arm, Drusilla sidled over to Angel and ran her hand over his burned chest, grinning as he groaned in pain. "So pretty. Do you remember when you burned off my nipples for being naughty and touching your paintbrushes? You used the brushes to paint them with holy water." Leaning forward, she licked one of Angel's nipples. He jerked in the manacles, biting back an answer.
"I remember," Spike growled. "It took nearly two days for them to grow back, yet he spent nearly that whole time making you use your breasts to get him off."
"I liked it," she murmured and bit into his chest. Angel yelled in pain as his nipple tore.
"Ooh, that has to hurt," Lily murmured, wincing in sympathy.
"ANGEL," Buffy screamed, trying to pull the bars apart.
Drusilla grinned up at Spike, blood dripping from her lips. "Ooh, I don't think our new little friend is very happy." She dipped her fingers in the wound on Angel's chest, then held them up to Spike's lips. He licked delicately. "Can you taste her blood? The virgin's? It's so sweet. Has she awakened yet?" she asked eagerly.
"Huh? Oh, no pet. She's secure. We can go collect her after the ritual."
Drusilla slid back over to him and wrapped herself around him, licking his neck. "Did you take her precious virginity?" she murmured in his ear before swirling her tongue in the sensitive creases.
Moaning in pleasure, Spike tightened his arms around her waist. "I thought you might like that opportunity, my love. You still have that pretty toy, right?"
Drusilla began to bounce and giggle. "Tomorrow is going to be so much fun. Angel first, then the Slayer--she's a virgin too. Daddy just isn't the same. Old daddy would have raped away her maidenhead within hours of meeting her," she crooned softly, shaking her head. "...then the little redhead. The moon, the moon will give us strength. We can fuck forever."
Turning in Spike's arms, Drusilla began to sway, humming the Cole Porter tune which was driving Spike nuts. She began to rub her bottom against his groin and he groaned at the pleasure that ran through him
"Let's go turn the Slayer," Drusilla sang, then giggled as Angel growled at her.
"Um, why don't we leave her human for now. She'll miss all the fun if we turn her now," Spike replied, sliding his hand up to cup one of her breasts.
"Oooh, lover. You're getting all big and hard." Turning, she cupped Spike's face in her hands and drew him down for a passionate kiss. He responded, tightening his hands around her waist.
"Do you really want to spend any more time torturing Angel?" he murmured against her mouth. "Or would you rather retire to the back seat of the caddy?"
"Willingly, eagerly, Spike?"
"You know I want you, Dru. I always have," he replied in a sensuous voice, then swept her into his arms. As he carried her towards the door, he yelled orders to the guards. "No one touch any of the captives. We need them whole for the ritual."
As Spike swept through the door, he prayed they'd obey.
As soon as the door closed behind Spike and Drusilla, Buffy turned her attention to Angel. He slumped in the manacles, a bloody hole in his burned chest. His eyes were closed and he looked terrible.
"Angel," she called softly.
Angel opened his eyes and Buffy flinched at the pain reflected in those dark orbs.
"Buffy, are you all right?"
Buffy gave him an amazed look. "You're concerned about ME? You're...you're...Oh, God, Angel, did she hurt you badly. Are you gonna be okay?"
Raising his head, Angel tried to give her an encouraging smile. It came out as a rather pathetic grimace. "I'll be fine. What about you?"
"I'm fine," she said dismissively. "I surrendered myself to Spike, hoping that if I was on the inside..."
Lily's quick mind spun and she crawled over to join Buffy. The Slayer and Spike WERE working together; she just knew it. Joy flooded her. Spike had finally fully turned away from Drusilla.
A small frown crossed her face. Of course, Drusilla didn't know that yet. The joy was replaced by sadness as she imagined what her lover was doing with the other female.
*****
Spike sat slumped in the back seat of the caddy, his fly open, his eyes closed. Drusilla bent over him, running her lips up and down his erection while her bottom swayed in the air. She was humming 'Night and Day' around his staff.
He was going to fucking kill her!
"Dru, honeybuns, suck harder," he gasped out.
It didn't matter, she still managed to hum, even as she engulfed his rampaging penis in her mouth.
Spike groaned and bucked his hips. Maybe he could reach her vocal cords and tear them out...
*****
"Where's Willow?" Buffy asked intelligently.
Lily gave her a look of fake concern, then replied sadly, "Spike took her away last night after I fed from her...to turn her into a vampire. I'm so sorry, Buffy. So sorry for all of it."
Beginning to sob, Buffy collapsed in Lily's arms, her head on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, shhh..." Lily soothed, then whispered. "She okay?"
Buffy nodded and pulled back, wiping her eyes. "Did you really drink from her?" she choked out. Lily nodded, her eyes denying it. "So, there's no way to stop the loony?"
Lily shrugged.
"I really hoped you had some kind of plan here," Buffy snapped. As the guards were all behind her, Lily just grinned at the Slayer turned actress.
*****
Drusilla pulled her dress over her head, leaving her naked except for her shoes. Straddling Spike, she lowered herself onto his erection and began to ride hard and fast. "Touch me," she demanded.
Grunting as she ground her pelvis down, Spike slipped his fingers into the damp curls between her thighs and found her sensitive flesh. He began to stroke her and she began to sing.
"Night and day, under the hide of me. There's an oh, such a hungry yearning burning inside of me. And it's torment won't ever be through, till you let me spend my life making love to you. Day and night; night and day," she sang, slightly off key as she squirmed and bounced.
Gritting his teeth, Spike twisted his fingers around her clitoris and thrust into her hard, silently begging her to climax and shut the Hell up.
*****
Buffy turned back to her boyfriend. "What else has she done to you?" she asked, gently.
"Buffy, I'm okay."
"Has she..." she choked and swallowed hard. "Has she tortured you a lot?"
"We can talk about this tomorrow," he tried.
"We won't have tomorrow."
"Um, actually you will," Lily chimed in. "With me dead, Spike will need a new source of Slayer blood to keep him strong."
Buffy gave her a shocked look. "Is that what they were babbling about? She plans to make me a vampire then..."
Lily nodded and continued, "Give you to Spike for food or for medicine or for sex or for all three...I don't know. She's insane."
"Euuuu..."
"She did mention something about putting you and Angel in the cage together...after she's had him, so to speak," Lily said, trying to be helpful.
The dismay was replaced by anger. "Over my dead body! She ain't gonna touch my honey."
A guilty groan came from the wall and Lily sighed.
*****
As he exploded in pleasure, Spike reached up and dragged Drusilla's mouth down to his, kissing her passionately. As her body spasmed around him, she giggled against his mouth and buried her face in his neck, nipping at his throat and singing, "Night and day, why is it so that this hunger for you follows wherever I go..."
"Dru!"
"Yes?"
"Would you like me to kiss your honey pot?" he asked desperately.
"Uh huh."
"Please don't sing," he begged as he reversed their positions, laying Drusilla on her back and sliding between her open legs. Leaning down, his head at a soon to be painful angle, Spike placed a gentle kiss on her swollen clitoris, then began to lick and suck it. She cooed in pleasure and began to hum.
Groaning, he fastened his lips around her hard nubbin and sucked. Her knees jerked up, covering his ears and pinning his head down. Her voice muted, Spike relaxed slightly and concentrated on her tender flesh.
*****
"So, how do we get out of this mess?" Buffy asked.
Lily shrugged and tried to tie the front of her dress together again, groaning in dismay at the tatters of her once beautiful, designer dress.
"A little concern might be nice," Buffy added. "You ARE going to die in a little under four hours."
"Maybe. Spells are tricky things. You never know what might go wrong." She gave up on her bodice and her breasts tumbled free.
"Could you not give my boyfriend a free show?" Buffy sniped.
"He's seen it."
The Slayer's eyes narrowed and she reached into her hair for a couple of bobby pins. "See what you can do with these."
Lily gave them a hesitant look, then began to use them to try to hold the bodice shut. Maybe if she didn't move...
*****
Giggling and trembling in ecstasy, Drusilla shoved Spike away. She ran her hands over her breasts, then tweaked her nipples. "Oh, Spikey, that was very nice. You love eating honey, don't you?"
Fastening his jeans, Spike leaned back against the door, watching Drusilla caress herself. She was still trembling from her orgasm. He used to love seeing her like this.
"I'm going to put on some music. Then we can dance in the moonlight." Raising to her feet, she leaned over the front seat and switched on the radio, purposefully wiggling her naked bottom in his uninterested face.
"Ooooh..."
Spike groaned.
"Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom tom; When the jungle shadows fall; Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock as it stands against the wall. Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops when a jungle shower is through. So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you," came from the radio.
God truly hated him
End Chapter 19