Title: Wash My Hair
By TrinityLast
E-mail: trinitylast@wambtac.com
Disclaimer: Writing Smutty-Goodness into a fiction: $0. Getting tons of feedback from loyal fans: $0. Knowing that I am in no way responsible for the horror that is the show itself these days: Priceless.
Distribution: My site (Thedge), Alessandra...and if they EVER get the registration thing up, B/S Diaries. Anyone else who wants it...ask, ok? :-)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Spoilery for season seven, but nothing specific. If you basically know what's going on, this won't ruin anything for you.
Feedback: YES!!!!!
Note: Short little PWP. For Salina. This is him washing her hair for her. :p And everyone else is now staring at that sentence saying "huh??" :p But that's why the title. Inside joke, guys. Ignore it.

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Buffy closed her eyes, panting, and Spike smiled down at her before slowly easing out. He reached over and grabbed his jeans, slipping into them in case one of the Potentials decided to clamber in and he had to hide in a hurry.

Buffy was still panting. "Why...god, how...." Her voice came out in a whisper, and the words barely made it past her lips.

Spike chuckled. "Why is damn obvious, I'd think. Did you really expect to wear those pants and not get a reaction?" He motioned at the tight black leather pants that were strewn partially over the chair, where he'd tossed them after she wriggled out of them in their hurry. "And how..." He leaned in and wriggled his eyebrows at her. "And here I thought you knew what a vampire was capable of."

The slayer giggled, but not loudly, her body too exhausted to even move. "I thought so too. I guess I was wrong, though, because....wow."

He chuckled again and grinned. "Why thank you, luv. You do know how to inflate a man's ego." He let his hand drift over her breasts, his fingertips barely brushing the taut peaks. "I should repay you."

She moaned softly, then sighed. "I can't. I want to...and you have to stop that." She weakly covered his hand with hers, trying to stop the movement. "I can't. I'm just too tired."

The blond vampire's smile was almost evil, and his voice turned very soft with a slow, seductive drawl creeping into it. "Did I say you had to do anything? Just lay still, kitten." He grinned at the look of confusion on her face and slowly ran his first finger around each nipple, carefully avoiding them, then flicked his fingers over and pinched lightly each in turn.

Buffy swallowed and arched her back lightly, her breathing starting to come harder. "What are you doing?"

"Repaying you for the wonderful compliment." His hand brushed down her abdomen lightly, tickling the skin at her lower belly, then down over her thighs. He flattened his palm and massaged lightly, loosening the muscles in each creamy limb. His voice was like smooth silk when he spoke. "Relaxed?"

"Um hmm." She closed her eyes and sank into the bed a little, thanking herself yet again for letting Spike pop for a feather mattress and silk sheets. No one else knew where they came from, or that Spike was paying the majority of the bills in the house, and she didn't intend to tell them. He'd offered...and she'd accepted. With him with a soul, she didn't ask questions where the money was coming from, though she'd seen papers lying around, evidence of a bank account that had recently been reactivated in London. She assumed it was something that he without a soul had been disgusted with, but not willing to let go of...and now she was reaping the rewards of a hundred years of interest.

"Good." His hand left her thigh and slid between her legs, nudging them apart. "Open for me, luv." He smiled as her thighs parted, and he slipped one finger down, tracing her outer lips gently and coating his fingertip with her juices. The moan she gave was quite satisfying and he grinned again, that same look in his eyes, and continued to trace, hovering over the area, never going any deeper.

This time her moan was insistent. "Damnit, Spike!"

His tone was light, teasing. "Yes?"

"*Do* *something*!"

He chuckled softly. "As you wish, my dear." Slowly, he slipped the finger into her, stroking her inner walls softly. "Better?"

Buffy simply gave an appreciative mewl.

The finger continued to stroke gently, but he carefully avoided the raised bit along the roof of her passage, intending to draw this out. Her knees bent, her legs coming up to curl around his arm. Starting to smell her need waft up to him, he growled softly,. Which, as usual, just made the scent stronger. She loved his growl...it was the reason they had to be so careful these days...everyone was so on edge around him as it was, and Buffy was still struggling to keep control...if they all knew what she liked in bed, there was no telling what would happen. Best to let them all think the relationship was still in the past.

Though, his thumb slowly circling her clit was sending another message entirely.

"Yessss...right there. Right. There."

Spike glanced down at his hand, but mostly he was going by feel. His thumb carefully found her clit and rested there, not moving. "There, pet?"

She nodded, breathing hard, and tried to move her hips but his other hand held her down. "Please. Right there." His thumb twitched and she squeaked, then tried to move again, but he still held her down. "Spiiike!"

He grinned and slowly added a second, then a third finger inside her, moving slowly and massaging her clit in slow, even circles. When it looked like she might come, he'd change direction. He kept his fingers in her at the same pace, but it was much too slow to make her come and instead, it held her on the edge, letting her feel it near, but not giving her that kick to fall over.

She squirmed a little, but was still too tired to really move a lot. Spike waited until that place where he knew the teasing would border on pain soon, and suddenly shoved a fourth finger inside her, as far as it could go, and ground against her clit with his thumb.

Buffy arched her neck and lifted her hips against his hand, getting the pillow over her head just in time, but Spike's ears picked up his name just fine. He kept moving his hand, slowing as she calmed, and didn't remove it until she was totally lax on the bed again. Slowly he lifted his fingers to his mouth, carefully licking it clean and making small yummy noises, his eyes still watching her, still that seductive look in his eyes.

She dropped the pillow and panted, blinking over at him. "What...what the hell was that?"

Spike smiled. "That, pet, was me getting warmed up." Slowly he lowered his head, licking his lips, and starts trailing kisses down her tummy.

Buffy moaned softly...and then grabbed the pillow again, to muffle the scream.