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Buffy: Unexpected Ch. 1

By: FictionFem



Hey All. Let me start by saying I don't own Buffy, Spike, etc. etc. etc... FOX does! Also, while I like to write, this is my first Erotic tale, so I'm sure it sucks! Heck, I don't have that much real life sexual experience either! So bear with me, please. And Please please please let me know what you think! You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. Thank you all, and enjoy part 1 of "Unexpected"

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It wasn't that she wanted to be with Spike. She hated Spike! She had not somehow forgotten what type of man he was. Or even that he wasn't a man at all! Every time she looked at him she remembered the killer that he was. That he is. And he wasn't just any killer either. He killed Slayers. He'd almost killed Buffy herself. No, Buffy had not forgotten that Spike was a walking, talking, non-breathing monster. 

So why was she going to be with him now? Worse, why had she gone to be with him over and over again even before this evening? She had responsibilities: Demons to kill, bills to pay, and of course Dawn (In order of easiest to hardest for Buffy to deal with). Perhaps Riley had been right. Buffy needed to be with someone like Spike, like Angel. Riley had been the perfect boyfriend, but maybe she needed more. 

Buffy shook the thought from her head. No, Spike wasn't like Angel, not like Angel at all. Angel was quite, sweet, tender… he was more than 200 years old and as shy as Willow in high school. And while he had been a monster, she had never blamed him for that. It wasn't really his fault; it was like mind control. He'd proven that time and again after he had gotten his soul back. Both times! Spike didn't have a soul, in all the ways that mattered he was still the same man that had killed 2 slayers and countless others. Buffy loved Angel, but she was quite sure she didn't love Spike. 

However, hadn't Spike proven that he had changed? He was a hero during the entire Glory affair. She couldn't think of a better word to describe his actions. If not for Spike Glory would have won, Dawn would have died, and Sunnydale and everyone she loved would have been destroyed. Glory tortured Spike, but he never backed down. Sure the chip in his head had "neutered" him, but the way he protected Dawn was down out of love, out of love for Buffy. Wasn't that like having a soul?

Even as Buffy tried to rationalize her relationship with Spike in the back of her mind she knew the truth. Hell, Spike had known it too. Being with Spike made her feel alive. Since she had returned nothing could take away the sense that she had just lost heaven. Maybe literally. She'd put on a "happy face," but Spike had seen through that. Guess you have to talk to someone else that's died and come back for them to see where you're coming from. Kind of a select few that fit that criterion! And even fewer with a body like Spike's….

Ahhhhhhhh! The closer she got the more she'd start to think about… well, you know. What does the guy admit, some kind of Vampire pheromones or something? Whatever it is when he touched her skin felt like it was on fire. It was like a cheesy romance novel the affect he had on her. Perhaps it was because she was vulnerable, or perhaps when you feel nothing for such a long time, every sensation is magnified… like a starving man eating a cracker. Only Spike himself was more like Prime Rib. 

For Spike's part he hadn't been shy about his desire of the Slayer. He'd pursued her unabashedly since before she'd died saving Dawn. The fact that Buffy had finally submitted to him, in body if not in mind, hadn't reduced his efforts to sleep with her. Proving the undead man was not very far removed from his living counterpart, Spike was ready, willing and able at the drop of a hat, or Buffy's pants as it were. 

Not this time. She'd tell him this time that whatever it was that they had shared in the past, be it lust or love or something else, it was over now. She could not keep sleeping with a man that made her feel dirty the next day. Nor was it fair to him to keep leading him on, when he obviously loved her and she could never return that affection back to him. No, for both their sakes, this had to end.

Buffy entered Spike's home with a renewed determination. Like usual, it was dark and gloomy, a perfect match to its owner Buffy thought. Apparently it was also empty of the man she'd come to speak to. Buffy was about to turn and walk away when an arm grabbed her from behind. Her instincts as a slayer, honed to near perfection after over 5 long years of combat, were about to kick in when Spike's voice quieted her fears.

"Relax pet, I'm not going to bite," Spike said in a whimsical voice. His left arm was wrapped firmly around her stomach just below her breasts. His body was pressed firmly against hers and there was no mistaking his nakedness, or his excitement. 

"Gee Spike, hadn't heard a vampire say that joke in almost 10 minutes." His positioning behind her didn't amuse Buffy, and her harsh tone betrayed exactly that. She leaned forward to discourage his further advances. "We have to talk. I don't think this is…aaahh…"

Buffy's sentence was cut off by Spike's right hand that had stealthily found its way up Buffy's skirt and pressed firmly upwards on her core through her sheer panties. 

"I'm sorry, you were saying?" Buffy's only response was short gasps for breath in tune to the circular motions his hand was now making, with sharp intakes of air each time his hand neared the top of its path, just below her clit. "You like to talk big, all you slayers do. But the truth is you're here for one reason only. Why else would you have walked through my door with an odor of sex about you that I could smell from a mile away?"

"Not true… I can't…. ugh… we can't keep… oooh God… please stop." Buffy's plea went unanswered, as it was too weak to even warrant a response, little lone strong enough to halt the actions of a very determined vampire. She knew what he said was the truth. Long before his hand had found her pussy she was dripping wet, though she hadn't even realized it until he had made contract. 

For her part Buffy had let her legs drift apart and was supported only by Spike's arm and her own arm which was now draped around his neck. 

Buffy's head had come to rest upon Spike's shoulders. Her eyes were closed and her quite moans echoed throughout the empty chamber the vampire called home. Spike's technique, itself honed through many many years of "training," was more than a match for the Slayer's will, and he quickly had her on the verge of coming. Spike made the mental note of capturing the Slayer's panties after he was finished with her. The thought of sending her home panty-less in her short skirt would have brought a smile to his face had he not already been gleaming from having her in his arms. 

Spike's hand arched up and he allowed his palm to finally come into contact with her clit through her undergarment. The action caused her to call out his name in a symbolic act of submission, and he knew that he had her. Her breathing had quickened once again and he was certain that one or two more swipes and she would explode. So he stopped altogether, moving his right hand away but not releasing her from his grasp.

"whaa? Spike… why?" Buffy managed to stagger out. She was having a hard time forming coherent thought, little lone articulating them. 

"You did tell me to stop." Spike replied with a bemused chuckle. 

"Please…"

"Please what?" He was enjoying her begging, and she knew it. Buffy had an inkling to just walk out, but it was small. She needed him now, more than he needed her at the moment. 

"Don't stop." 

"Then give into me. I'm in control her, you do whatever I tell you."

"Yes," was Buffy's weak response. 

Spike needed no further encouragement. He'd gotten her to expressly give into him and that was half the fun of it. The other half he'd take his time with. Spike grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back between their two bodies holding them with one had, the other one quickly moving back under her skirt. He left it hovering close to her center but never allowed it to touch. He knew that she could easily escape his grasp or even push her pelvis forward into his hand. However, she had given into him and did neither. She sat and desperately waited whatever whim he fancied for her. 

Spike pushed her forward until she came to a table that was roughly waist high. He didn't stop his pushing until she was bent over the table; face down on its smooth surface. Buffy signed in relief. She'd been in almost the exact same situation before and knew from experience that her panties would soon be shredded and he would soon thrust into her with no warning. 

Spike released her hands and she let them come to a rest on the table on either side of her head. If nothing else they would provide her a little support and balance for the undoubtedly rough sex that would soon follow. Buffy found that her skirt was being pulled up at all sides and was now a bundle around her waist. Buffy groaned in anticipation.

Buffy felt Spike's penis as it came to rest between her legs. He then began to slide it back and forth over her vagina through the clothing in a seesaw motion. He could not help but laugh that even this contact, slight though it might be, was eliciting quite moans from the slayer. Spike then placed the head of his shaft directly at the entrance to her pussy and push forward. If not for the panties she wore he would have plunged deeply into her. As it were he still made it in an inch or two as the panties were stretched out.

"UGH!! Spike? What? Oooohhh…." Buffy was having a hard time talking as Spike began to piston in and out of her as far as he could. The panties were drenched with her juices and being put to a strain that they were definitely not designed for. Spike hoped they would not tear. He was enjoying the novelty of this love making session, more so because of Buffy's obvious torment.

Buffy attempted to reach around with her right hand to remove the panties that were blocking the full penetration. 

"Uh uh," was Spike's response as he grabbed the wondering hand and trapped it against her back. "You know the rules, love. I'm in control and you come when I say you come."

Despite Spike's warning, and despite their limited lovemaking, Buffy was close to coming. Spike knew it and was debating whether to allow it to happen. The decision was soon taken from his control as, much to Buffy's relief, the panties did indeed rip. Spike plunged his full manhood deep into Buffy (along with a bit of the ripped undergarment). Buffy came hard.

She raised her head and screamed out, "Spike!" Her vaginal muscles squeezed down tightly onto Spike's member. This newfound friction, along with the intense eroticism of hearing the Slayer grunt and finally orgasm while screaming his name was too much for the British vampire. His cold seed shot forth deep into the Slayer's womb. Buffy felt like ice cubes had been placed deep inside her. It was an exquisite contrast to her fiery hot condition and set off her second orgasm that was only slightly less intense than the first.

For his part Spike had come to rest on top of Buffy as all strength left his body. Both just lay there basking in the afterglow. Buffy could feel Spike still inside her, though understandably softer than he had been moments before. She loved the feel of him, both inside of her and wrapped tightly on top of her. She considered falling asleep like this. However, she began to remember why she had come here in the first place and a wave of anxiety rushed over her. She began to stir and Spike groggily rolled off of her. 

"I have to go. This was a mistake."

"We shouldn't have done this, this can never happen again, blah blah blah." Spike retorted in a mocking tone. "I've heard it all before, Slayer. You didn't mean it then, you don't mean it now."

Buffy, not knowing how to respond, tried to discreetly adjust her skirt that was still bunched up around her waste. She then mumbled something incoherent and ran out through Spike's door. Spike was hardly shocked by Buffy's retreat. It was pretty much par for the course. He chuckled to himself, bent down to retrieve the torn undergarments Buffy had left behind in her haste to leave. He then lifted them to his nose and took in a few deep breaths.

Buffy could not get home fast enough. All she could think about was having a cold shower and then getting in her warm bed. It wasn't until she had entered her home that she remembered that Tara has slept over for the night. Buffy wanted someone to be home with Dawn for the evening since Willow had a school project to work on. She was worried that it would be awkward to have Tara and Willow together again so soon after their break-up but Tara didn't object and Willow actually seemed eager at the suggestion. Buffy had anticipated being out late, what with the slaying and all, and told Tara she could have Buffy's bed for the evening. 

Well, that wasn't going to stop her from at least getting a shower in. Buffy quietly creped up the stairs. Willow heard the noise coming in the hallway. Not expecting Buffy home so early she naturally concluded it was Tara coming to her room to see her. Willow had left her door open in the vague hope of such an occurrence. Buffy, noticing the door half-opened, attempted to look in to see if her friend was awake. Though she was far from ready to reveal her "relationship" with Spike, she would at least feel better after talking to Willow. The room was too dark to see Willow's face but she could tell immediately that she was naked, at least from the waist down. The moonlight feel directly on Willow's upper legs and midsection. 

Willow was disappointed that her former lover had not been bold enough to enter her room. However, she could clearly see from the shadowy silhouette that had formed in the doorway that the person she thought was Tara was indeed looking in. Perfect! Tara had once confided in Willow that she was extremely turned on by the idea of watching a woman masturbate, and Willow was going to fulfill that fantasy right now. Willow knew her sex was visible to anyone in the hall due to the light from the moon, and she reached her right hand down and began to grind her clit with the tips of her fingers.

Soft moaning sounds began to escape from Willow's mouth as she tried to turn the onlooker on while not overacting like some cheap actor in a porn flick. Buffy was shocked at what she was seeing. She couldn't believe Willow was doing this. Sure, she knew Willow had been in sexual relationships, but seeing and knowing about are two totally different things! Buffy thought to herself about how many guys (and a few gals) would love to be in Buffy's shoes to watch this show being put on by Willow. Buffy continued to look with almost morbid curiosity, like drivers that slow down to see an accident scene. Though the site of Willow pleasuring herself didn't turn her on, nor did she harbor any desires for Willow or girls in general for that matter, Buffy couldn't make herself turn away. 

Willow decided to raise the anti a little as the person in the doorway had yet to enter. She pumped one then two fingers in and out of her wet pussy and began to get louder with her moaning. She raised her hips off of the bed in times with her thrusts and was really trying to get into it. Not hard since the idea of Tara watching her was really turning her on.

"Oh yes. Yes. Oh… Tara… Tara!" 

Buffy snapped back into reality and began to feel guilty for spying on her friend. Obviously having Tara this close to her was having an affect on Willow. Buffy also realized how awkward it would be if Willow noticed her standing in the doorway. Sure, Willow wasn't being very discreet, but that was one conversation Buffy did not want to partake in! Buffy decided to forgo the shower and just head to the couch. 

"She's leaving!" Willow thought. If she had been close to an orgasm the feeling quickly began to go away upon the site of the person in the door retreating down the steps. Willow began to feel angry and disappointed that Tara had turned away from her. They had barely spoken at dinner and Willow had made up a story about being tired and went to her room while Tara and Dawn were still awake. She had wanted to prepare her room, and herself, for a potential evening of lovemaking. Only one problem, no lover. 

Willow decided that if Tara was not going to see that she belonged with Willow then Willow would help the process. She rationalized to herself that she had been very strong in not doing magic these past couple of months, but that this was necessary exception. She knew that Tara still loved her, and she knew that they could still be great together. If magic was the reason they had broken up, why couldn't it be the reason they got back together? Willow scrambled out of her bed, put on her bathrobe, and quickly began to arrange the necessary supplies. 

Spells designed to bring two people together were not in short supply. Since Willow was sure Tara already loved her, she chose one that just increased an already existing love, adding or increasing the sexual feelings towards that person that you loved most in your life. It was most commonly used amongst married couples. Willow felt it was perfect for her situation. Tara had confessed many times that Willow was the first and only person she had ever loved, her family included. 

The spell itself was an easy one. It involved and enchanting of a Chlormelian Leaf which Willow had kept for this exact purpose despite the promise to Buffy to remove all magical items from the house. Once enchanted, the leaf had to be placed below the recipient of the spell's affects. 

Willow took the leaf and crept down to the living room. It was pitch dark. Good, thought Willow. This should be easy. She had waiting long enough that Tara should have fallen asleep and Willow knew from experience that Tara could sleep through a storm. 

Buffy wasn't sleeping but was awake thinking of her evening with Spike and to a lesser extent about the spectacle that she had just witnessed in Willow's room. She was starting to finally fall asleep when she heard Willow descending the stairs and saw her approach the living room, her heightened eyesight easily adjusting to the dark. Buffy was sure that she had come because she had seen Buffy watching her earlier. Despite the knowledge that she hadn't really done anything wrong, a sense of fear spread through Buffy. Buffy decided to feign sleep. Willow stopped near the front couch near Buffy's head. She bent down, paused a second and then stood up. Buffy felt Willow's had slightly touch the top of her head and then Willow retreated back up the stairs. 

"Huh, how do you like that?" Buffy thought to herself. "Weird." Her curiosity was not enough to keep the exhausted Slayer awake for long. Buffy finally fell into a much needed deep sleep. 

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Did you like Part 1? Did you hate Part 1? Any suggestions on what should happen next? PLEASE let me know! --Steph

Buffy: Unexpected Ch. 2



Hey All. I still don't own Buffy, Spike, etc. etc. etc.... FOX does! No suing the penniless fiction writer! 

This is part II of Buffy: Unexpected. It's pretty tame but consider it a little bit of foreplay to whatever comes next.

Again, please please please let me know what you think! Thank you everyone that responded to Part I. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. Thank you all, and enjoy part 2 of "Unexpected"

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Buffy awoke the next day to the smell of pancakes. Blueberry pancakes. And scrambled eggs! It had been the first time since her mother had died that she could remember being treated to such odors in the morning. She wondered groggily into the kitchen and saw Tara at work over the stove. She wore her mother's old apron and was humming a tune Buffy did not recognize. 

Tara noticed Buffy and swung around with a big smile upon her face. 

"Hungry?" Tara asked.

"Starved!" 

"Well, sit down. The toast is almost ready."

"You didn't have to do this!" Buffy said. Though she was having a hard time hiding the fact that she was very happy Tara had gone to the trouble.

"I know. I wanted to."

"Are Willow and Dawn up yet?"

"I knocked on their doors. Haven't seen either one up and about."

"I better go and check on Dawn. I know she's a senior now, and technically an adult now that she's 18, but I'm still in charge and the last thing I want her doing is missing school."

"Give her hell!"

Buffy sprang up the steps. She heard the shower running and it reminded her of how badly she must have smelled. She sniffed her shirt that she still wore from the day before. No mistaking these smells either. Sex with Spike left a distinct mark on her that seemed to linger for a couple of days no matter what she did to mask it. She figured it was half her imagination and half her heightened senses that came with the calling. Either way, it would have an affect on her for the rest of the day.

Just the thought of Spike could make Buffy tingle. The smell of Spike, especially when it smells like this, would elicit memories of all of their recent experiences together. It never failed to make her want to run right into his arms and allow him to start the process all over again. Well, never failed until right now at least. Buffy simply made a mental note to shower and change once she had gotten Dawn off to school. Her late night rendezvous with Spike seemed oddly distant. 

Buffy quietly opened Dawn's door and peered inside. As expected her younger sister was still sleeping. Dawn's arms were wrapped around a large pink pillow that she clutched to her head. Her legs were pinned to her chest leaving her in an almost fetal position. She noticed immediately that Dawn was wearing one of her shirts that she had just recently specifically forbidden Dawn from wearing. The Slayer noted how the shirt, which was designed to show off the wearer's midriff, rode a little higher on Dawn who was slightly taller than Buffy. Buffy reached out to shake Dawn awake, placing her hand on the small patch of skin exposed on her left side between where the shirt ended and her flannel pajama pants began. 

"Time to wake up Dawn."

"Ten more minutes," was the sleepy reply as Dawn spun around leaving her back to Buffy.

"No chance. It's getting late and Tara made breakfast. You keep complaining about having to eat cereal every morning so you better take advantage of this one." Dawn didn't move. "Don't make me pick you up and throw you in the shower. I'll do it!"

Buffy was only joking initially but then the thought seemed to be gaining in appeal the more she considered it. She went to reach for the youngest Summers' member when Dawn rolled out of bed on her own volition and stumbled into the bathroom. Buffy was almost sorry that she'd given in so easily. As Buffy walked out of the room and back to the kitchen, she recalled that she hadn't yelled at Dawn about borrowing her clothes without asking.

As Buffy passed the bathroom she noticed that the sound of the water running had ceased. She called out to Willow that breakfast had been made and to hurry down or she would miss it. Willow explained that she needed five more minutes and seemed out of breath as if she were doing her best to get ready as fast as possible. 

Inside the bathroom Willow was indeed franticly getting dressed. She was practically giddy thinking about seeing Tara and finding out how well the spell had worked. Willow was not sure what to expect. While she had the utmost confidence in her own abilities, the spell had failed to mention how quickly it would take affect and how powerful it's affects would be on the spell's target. 

Willow attempted to quell her excitement but it was an effort in futility. All she could think about was being with Tara again; in public and in private. She had missed the touch of another. When she had lost Oz, the first time, she had felt a great emptiness inside her. However, it was nothing like this. Oh, she had loved Oz, but her relationship with him was more mental than physical. While they had had sex, it was not something that she missed. 

Far from it. Oz was her first, and he had been so tender, so gentle. In so many ways, Oz was the perfect man in Willow's mind. Which is why, when she hadn't enjoyed sex with Oz she had blamed herself. Why was it not better? Why did it hurt even after the first time? Only after experiencing sex with a woman did Willow stop blaming herself. Her body just wasn't made for intercourse with a man. And it was oh-so perfect with a woman….

True to her word, Willow arrived to the kitchen shortly after Buffy did. There she found Buffy and Tara working on the feast that Tara had prepared. Food was everywhere and Willow wondered if Tara had used a spell to aide in her cooking. Willow smiled to herself thinking that if Tara had used magic in the same house as her then that in-and-of itself was another in a long line of minor breakthroughs. After they first broke up "magic" was a four-letter word as far as Tara was concerned, at least in Willow's presence.

Buffy immediately noticed how sexy Willow was dressed. Her outfit screamed out, "notice me!" in a way that would make Faith blush. OK, maybe not Faith, but Cordelia at least. Her tight black leather skirt accentuated what slight curves Willow possessed. Buffy wasn't sure but the bright pink cut-off top didn't seem to be hiding a bra underneath it either. What was certain is that Willow was positively glowing in a way that Buffy hadn't seen in quite some time. The Slayer concluded that Tara's presence was definitely having a positive affect on the former witch. 

"You going out, Will?" asked Tara, who seemed almost indifferent to Willow's outfit.

"Well, maybe. If you want to, maybe do you want to have lunch?" Willow asked and continued before Tara could answer. "Of if you are busy for lunch maybe we could go out just the two of us and catch a movie or get some dinner or whatever like it was old times." 

Willow was starting to ramble. While she was certain that Tara was a "sure thing" she could not help her nervousness in approaching her after all this time. For her part, Buffy was pretty surprised that Willow had been so bold after all that had recently transpired. Tara's initial reaction wasn't far from Buffy's.

"Will, I'm not sure what you are thinking but you know how I feel. Did you think that it would all change so quickly?"

Buffy discreetly exited from the room but could still hear Willow in the background unsuccessfully pleading her case about her magic-free existence over the last couple of months and how everything had change. The image that kept replaying in Buffy's head was Willow's apparent shock at Tara's rejection. What could her friend have been thinking?

Once Dawn was ready for school Buffy offered her younger sister a lift to avoid the bus. Dawn reacted with a high level of suspicion that her busy sister was going to make even this small effort to spend time with her. Soon, unable to find an ulterior motive, Dawn relented. Anything was better than taking the bus, even time with Buffy! 

In the car on the way to school Buffy was acting even weirder than usual Dawn thought. She wanted to know everything about what was going on in Dawn's life. How was school? Did she like anyone? What did she want to do the next time they both had free time? Dawn was taken aback by her sister's sudden interest in her life and decided that this was just Buffy feeling guilty for neglecting her so badly since her return. Rather than warming up to Buffy, Dawn became angry that Buffy felt her affections were so easily won. She answered Buffy's questions with as short a response as possible. If awards were given for passive aggressive behavior, Buffy was quite sure Dawn would clean up.

Despite Dawn's chilly disposition, Buffy was sad to see her go after dropping her off as school. Still, Buffy proceeded home with a huge smile on her face as if a huge weight had finally been lifted off her shoulders. 

Buffy heard noises coming from the bathroom. She didn't know that anyone was home so she decided to investigate. Perhaps it was all of her training as a Slayer, but knocking did not even occur to her. Why get rid of the element of surprise? The first thing she noted upon entering the bathroom were the clouded over mirrors and the air heavy with moisture. Buffy's bare feet touched the tile and she gingerly moved towards the tub. She was surprised to see that a woman was soaking in the water, her back resting against the top of the bathtub closest to Buffy. All Buffy could see was her long, thin hair that rested outside of the tub and the tops of her bare shoulders. Buffy felt a wave of desire move through her. This person, unknown though she was, was the most exquisite thing Buffy had ever seen.

Strangely naked herself, Buffy resisted the powerful urge to jump in and join the woman. 

"Want some company?" Buffy asked. 

The woman did not respond. If she was surprised about Buffy's intrusion her reaction, or lack thereof, did not betray her.

"I meant, would you like me to get some of those tough spots on your back." Buffy said, feigning innocence. 

Not waiting for a response Buffy found the sponge resting near the young lady's shoulder and dipped it into the hot water. Buffy proceeded to rub her shoulder with the sponge. In response, the woman leaned forward, resting her head between her bent knees and wrapping her arms around her legs.

"Does that feel good?" 

"Mmmm-hmmm."

"Good." 

Buffy consciously made slow, sensuous motions along the back of her female recipient. The lovely lady before her made soft sounds in time to Buffy's touches. Buffy instinctively felt that if she pushed too hard, too fast her advances would be rejected. So for the present she contented herself with the young lady's back. The sponge roamed up and down and along the sides. Careful not to apply too much pressure, and careful not to leave a spot untouched. Buffy's free hand reached out to rest on the woman's left shoulder, steadying her. Buffy dipped down into the water, and brought it along her "victims" lower back. 

The young lady tensed the lower Buffy's hand went. Buffy moved along the back, reaching a new low, and then quickly bringing the sponge back up to safer areas. After a short while, she would begin to move down again, going almost immeasurably lower than the time before. This process repeated over and over again until Buffy finally came into contact with the top of the girl's ass. This touch, though relatively innocent, caused her to tense up. However, as Buffy began to repeat her movements again they became more accepted. 

Buffy, growing bolder now that the full extent of the woman's backside had been explored brought the sponge around to the woman's front. She moved it around the woman's stomach, rubbing it along her strong abdomen. Any pretense that Buffy was simply washing this girl's body had long since disappeared as Buffy's actions had taken on a strong, sexual energy. Once the woman leaned back Buffy not only had full access to her front but also an unspoken blessing. She dropped the Sponge and brought both hands up to the woman's breasts. 

Buffy's face was now besides the woman's and her lips were inches from the girl's right ear. Both girls' breathing was becoming more rapid. Buffy enjoyed the overt signs of the young lady's arousal. Her chest heaved rapidly. Her soft moans were becoming louder, deeper and more frequent. Her nipples were hard against Buffy's hands. When Buffy seized one in her hand and pinched softly, the woman finally spoke, exclaiming how good Buffy's hands felt. 

Finally, Buffy's hand moved lower. She trailed her nails down the woman's front. Lower and lower until finally coming into contact with her thin pubic hair. Then lower still until her hand brushed against her lover's submerged clit. The woman threw her head back and screamed out, and Buffy for the first time noticed Dawn's face.

Buffy shot forward in her bed. Heavily sweating, she could not believe the dream that had just awoken her. Had she really just dreamed about seducing Dawn?!? That didn't make any sense. Dawn was her sister! Dawn was a girl! Dawn was a girl that was her sister!!!

Buffy tried to rationalize that this was just one of those strange twists that dreams often had that meant nothing. Like dreaming about hurting or even killing a loved one. It didn't mean you wanted to do it. Who can explain the subconscious?

Buffy continued to rationalize her dream. Her perfectly logical explanations made equally perfect sense. Except for two minor details. Buffy reached her hand between her legs to discover what she already knew. She was incredibly wet. Worse, try as she might, Buffy could not shake that feeling that all she wanted to do was get back to sleep and finish were she left off.

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So, how do you guys feel about part 2? Any suggestions on what should happen next? I really have not decided how this should all play out so PLEASE let me know! --Steph



Buffy: Unexpected Ch. 3



Here is Part III of a little story I call "Buffy: Unexpected." It's pretty short this time, just a teaser, as I've been busy with school. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. Thank you all for your wonderful comments, suggestions and support! Enjoy part 3.

Oh, I still don't own Buffy...

--Steph

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"Trust me."

"Trust you?"

"Yes, trust me. I'm a little older than you and I know a few more things."

"How to kill a hell beast with your index finger doesn't count."

"Hey! Selling me a little short there don't you think? I also know how to make a fast-food burger good enough to make your toe's curl!"

"Hey, I've had a few of those burgers, I don't recall them being that great."

"I made your toe's curl a little earlier as I recall. You might say I'm an expert on the subject."

Dawn blushed in a way that reminded Buffy of the child that Dawn no longer was.

"Just do what you think would make you feel good."

"What if you don't like it?"

"Dawn, I love you. How could I not like it? Heck, how could I not LOVE it?"

Despite her reassurances Buffy worried that perhaps she was pushing her younger sibling too far, too fast. 

"If you don't want to do it I understand."

"No, that's not it. It's just that you made me feel so incredible, I don't think I can compete."

"It's not a competition. Anyways, if you don't touch me soon I might explode. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of this carpet? Believe me, I know. It's not easy. Now come here."

Dawn tentatively moved closer to the Slayer who reached out and pulled the girl on top of her. For a few minutes they lay on Buffy's bed softly kissing. Buffy marveled on how incredibly simply kissing Dawn made her feel. Buffy broke the spell by grabbing Dawn's hand and dragging it to her right breast. When Dawn did not move Buffy arched her back to give the girl a hint.

Dawn squeezed the breast lightly. Buffy's moans only increased Dawn's courage. She began to experiment with Buffy's nipple, alternating pinching it with her fingers and rolling it around with the palm of her hand. 

"Ooooh Dawn! That feels incredible."

Buffy could not believe this simple contact was having such an affect on her. She was on the verge of an orgasm and still was not naked from the waste down.

"Dawn, please... touch me!"

"But I am tou....."

"Noooo!" Interrupted the Slayer. "Not there. Touch me lower!"

"Oh."

When the girl hesitated for only a fraction of a second Buffy's lust took over. She grabbed Dawn's hand and thrust it into her panties. Unsure what to do, and surprised by Buffy's lust, Dawn uncurled a single finger and lightly outlined Buffy's sex.

"God...yes. So good." Buffy panted out. "Please..."

Dawn looked confused at Buffy's plea. She increased her contact, which was not difficult since Buffy was raising her hips so far up and off the bed she looked like she was performing a gymnastics exercise. 

Then, with little warning, Dawn sunk a finger deep into Buffy. Ironically, it was the contact, and not the lack thereof as Buffy threatened earlier, that made the Slayer explode. And explode she did.

Buffy awoke in a familiar position. She was sweating and it was still dark outside. Visions of her dream were still in her head and she swore that the smell in the air was more than just her distinct musty odor. She could smell Dawn. Or so she believed.

When these dreams had started several weeks earlier they had always surrounded Buffy seducing an unknown figure. While the figure had inevitably been Dawn, Buffy drew solace in the knowledge that the dreams had always ended when the "shocking" revelation had been discovered.

However, soon Buffy did not wake up as the dreams extended into the lovemaking. With the sessions growing more and more graphic every night. And the dreams did come every night without fail. Soon Buffy would seek out Dawn and create a sexual situation knowing exactly what she was getting into. 

Tonight's dream was the first time Dawn had ever reciprocated. Judging by Buffy's reaction the idea appealed to her. What was not different about tonight is that Buffy was too turned on to go back to sleep. When the dreams had first started Buffy had resisted the urge to touch herself, despite the fact that the urge was so strong. She felt guilty for her thoughts.

However, the urge would grow each evening and finally she began to masturbate every time she awoke. She tried to think of anything besides Dawn but that too had ceased. Now Buffy found herself in her bed, hand between her legs unabashedly thinking of her sister being there with her. 

Much like in the dream, Buffy's orgasm did not take long once her fingers came into contact with her sex. Buffy came with a powerful shudder. She lay there panting as guilt once again washed over her. As her normal breathing finally resumed Buffy decided that this was the day she would do something about these feelings.



Buffy: Unexpected Ch. 4



Here is part IV of Buffy: Unexpected. More dialogue then steam, and less steam than dysfunctional sex, I don't expect this to be the most popular of the chapters J However, I have a story to tell, such as it is, so I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you, again, to everyone that responded to the first 3 parts. Positive or negative, its nice to know you guys are taking the time to read my "work." Once again, you can e-mail me. Thank you all, and enjoy part 4 of "Unexpected"

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Plan C was not working. It had started out well, as she had quickly decided on a title and the main character. The other characters and plot just seemed to magically flow into her head and she had even made it halfway through the first chapter. It was at that point she realized her mistake. In her attempt to write the next Great American Novel, she had been unabashedly plagiarizing a Daniel Steele story she had read her first year in high school! 

Damn! She knew it was too good to be true. However, if writing was not her forte, what was? Buffy had decided she needed a hobby to help her forget about you-know-who. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be working. Buffy was quickly running out of possibilities of things to do on her list that she had excitedly created yesterday morning when she had pledged to herself to stop thinking sexual thoughts about her 18-year old sister. As bad as the idea of becoming a writer had been, Buffy could only laugh at what was left untried. For one thing, Buffy wasn't even sure they even HAD rodeos anywhere near Sunnydale. Nor was she certain what it meant to become a Jehovah's Witness and why that idea had made sense only 24-hours earlier!

Damn, damn, damn! What was she going to do? It's not like she can just pretend like nothing is wrong. The desire for Dawn is getting stronger everyday. Buffy was starting to become afraid of what she might do. These were not feelings that Buffy was used to. It's not like Buffy's will power was legendary anyways. She had not been able to stay away from Angel after his mystical return from the dead, and Spike…. Well, Spike was Spike and Buffy thought of her involvement (or lack thereof) with him as the one positive side affect of her desire for Dawn. 

Buffy was on the verge of tears she was so frustrated. Maybe she could talk to Willow. Sure, she could never tell the reformed witch exactly what was wrong, but perhaps skating around the truth might produce some good advice. It certainly could not hurt!

Buffy can home early from work, requesting the rest of night off after she faked an illness. She was too eager to see what Willow would tell her to finish working. Buffy was also more than a little nervous that she would accidentally say too much and Willow would learn her dark secret. 

And that is how Buffy saw her infatuation for Dawn, a dark secret. It was a constant source of shame for Buffy and she worried about the inevitable rejection that would probably follow from her friends if they should ever learn how perverted their comrade was. All Buffy wanted was for these feelings to go away, allowing her to return to a normal life. OK, maybe normal is more of a stretch than proclaiming Drucilla mentally stable, but Buffy wanted things back the way they were nonetheless. Maybe she could get Willow to do a spell or something.

"Hey Will." Buffy said as she entered the house. She was happy to see that Willow was indeed home and sitting alone on the couch."

"Hey Buffy. You're home early."

"Yeah, well, I have a few things I need to do."

"Like what?"

"I kinda need to talk to you about something actually. Something important."

"Oh?" Willow asked, a little concerned about where the conversation was heading. When Buffy started conversations like this, they generally did not end well.

"Is Dawn around?"

"Yes, she's in her room. Doing home work."

"No really, where's Dawn?"

Willow laughed. "I'm serious!"

"Can we go to your room and talk?"

"Sure." Willow stammered a little. Now she was sure she wasn't going to like this conversation.

The two went up to Willow's room. On the way there she glanced at Dawn's closed door, and felt the normal urge to go in and…

"You coming in?" Willow asked as Buffy had paused in her doorframe.

"Yep." Buffy said, coming back to reality. 

"Buffy, I think I know what this is about."

"You do?" Buffy said, quite certain that Willow couldn't possibly know what this was about!

"Well, when someone obsesses about a girl all day it's rather difficult for the people she lives with not to notice!"

Buffy was speechless. She couldn't believe that her secret was out, just like that. Sweat was starting to form on her forehead. She tried to think back to some of the lessons Giles had given her about focusing in a crisis situation. But that was for fighting a room for of vampire. You know, the easy stuff! She couldn't recall any Yoga lessens for coming out of this particular closet. 

"You aren't angry with me?" Buffy finally said.

"Angry with you? How could I be angry with you?"

"It's just that, I've done my best to ignore it."

"I wish you had just talked to me about it. You know you can talk to me about anything. In truth, it's a hard torch to carry alone. Know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah! But I was really scared of what you would say."

"I can understand that. But I'm dealing with it."

"You are?"

"Well, that's the only way I can ever move forward is to face it head on, right?"

"Don't you think you're taking this a little too personally?"

"How can I not? You fall for someone and you mess it up and all you want to do is get that someone back cause you know it's all your fault."

"Get Tara back?" Buffy stammered, starting to really get confused now.

"It's like all you can think about is this one person. And she's so close you can reach out and touch her. But you know that you shouldn't, because it's not what you think she wants. Or worse, not what she needs right now. But you can't help it because you know deep down that if you just touched her, just took her in your arms, the world would be a perfect place. Cause you would have what you've always wanted, and you know you could make her happy. Know what I mean?"

"Yes."

"Well, I mean, substitute a guy in for the girl of course for you. Is this what it was like with Angel?"

"Angel?"

"Tall, gorgeous guy. Had a thing for you when he wasn't trying to kill your friends. Remember?"

"Um… yeah." Buffy usually could keep up with Willow's rapid-fire conversation style, but she was definitely being thrown for a loop here.

"I figured as much. So I know what to do to stop obsessing over her."

"You do?" Buffy said, definitely eager to hear what Willow's solution could possibly be. 

"I need to find someone new, of course!"

"Oh, so just fall in love with someone else, no problem."

"Well, actually, I was talking more about someone knew to be, you know, intimate with."

"Willow!"

"Well, think about it. It's been months since I've had S-E-X! Don't you think that has something to do with it? How would you feel if ever time you thought of the person you wanted to be with all you could see was a widescreen, digital movie of your last time in bed together in Dolby Digital Surround Sound. The memories are so vivid and they are so recent!"

Buffy couldn't help but think of her last time "with" Dawn. How she had captured the girl's scream in her mouth as her hand had brought her sister to orgasm.

Willow noticed Buffy deep in thought and mistakenly figured that she had hurt her friend's feelings. "Oh no, sorry Buffy. I forget that you haven't been with someone since Riley. Not that that is a bad thing! I mean, what with the whole him leaving thing, and the dying, and the coming back…" 

"No, it's ok."

"I'm just saying sometimes you become so focused on one person you forget about all of the things you had before that person. And maybe the most important thing you can do in a situation like this is NOT to forget those people."

"So you think I, err…, you should have sex with an ex-lover?!?"

"Oh sure, I'll just go find all my past conquests. Let's see. There was Oz. And then there was that guy, what was his name? Oh yeah, Oz. But yeah, I think if I'm ever going to move on I've got to deal with some of my… frustrations."

Buffy was truly flabbergasted. She had rarely heard Willow even talk about sex. However, some of the things she was saying made a little sense. Perhaps Buffy should seek out someone else too. Perhaps all she needed was someone to remind her that the world did not start and stop with Dawn. 

"So, what do you think?" Willow asked Buffy.

"I think you need to do whatever gets you through this hard time. No matter how much you don't want to sleep with him."

"Him?"

"You know, him, her. Whomever. You just have to force yourself to try something new with a different person, even if that's not what you think you want." Buffy said, starting to get behind Willow's idea. "It makes perfect sense!"

Buffy was trying to remember why this made perfect sense only an hour earlier. She had made here way to the door to Spike's place and was about to knock. As desperate as she was to rid herself of these awful urges, Buffy still hesitated. No longer did the idea of sex with Spike hold any appeal to her. She remembered liking it. But the memory was not clear, like a faded recollection from her childhood. Still, what kind of sister would she be to Dawn if she didn't even try?

When her feelings for Dawn first emerged Buffy cut off all contact with Spike. He had tried to contact her of course. He could not understand what had happened. Not that Buffy blamed him. She was pretty surprised herself! He proclaimed his love for her as he had done so many times in the past, even as he argued that she needed and loved him too. However, Buffy was quite sure she didn't need him. As time went he started to get discouraged. Approximately a month ago he had broken off all contact with her and the rest of the Scoobies. As far as Buffy knew, no one had seen him since.

Buffy was about to knock when Spike opened the door. As stunned to see her as she was he, the two sat there with an awkward silence. 

"Buffy?" Spike finally spoke. "What are you doing here?"

"I…." Buffy tried to finish. Her courage left her. All she could think of was that she didn't want to be here and she didn't want this man. She did the only thing she could think to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the Chosen One, the scourge to all demon kind, ran. 

Buffy sat in bed thinking about her (brief) encounter with Spike and how guilty she felt that for all her professed love for Dawn she wasn't even able to make that simple sacrifice. While Buffy didn't know where her feelings for Dawn came from, nor did she know if they would leave as suddenly as they came, she knew that her feelings were wrong. Everything that she had been taught in life told her they were wrong. 

Dawn was just blossoming sexually. As far as Buffy knew she hadn't even shown a real interest in guys yet, at least nothing more than a passing comment. She had certainly never seen signs that Dawn was interested in women. 

Worse, Dawn was Buffy's sister. After losing everyone that was important to her, how could Dawn cope with the idea that her one remaining family member was trying to have sex with her? What if Dawn didn't return Buffy's affections as expected? Could Dawn even live in the same house as Buffy? Or would the tension be so strong that Dawn would have to leave?

Dawn was an innocent, and Buffy was the adult that she trusted more than anyone else in her life. The fact that Buffy was considering violating that trust to get what she wanted was depraved. It made Buffy feel sick to her stomach.

It took Buffy several hours to get to sleep. She awoke late at night with a sense that someone was in the room. The person was still, maybe not even breathing, but she knew for certain that there was someone near the end of the bed. Buffy looked at the clock. 3 AM. Whoever it was, the person thought she was asleep. Buffy could use that to her advantage. She locked onto the intruder's location and prepared to pounce, her muscles tensing in preparation.

"You look positively ready to kill someone." The intruder spoke.

Spike! Buffy was momentarily surprised the vampire could tell her intentions despite the poor lighting and her best efforts to remain still. Of course, she probably should not have been. Spike was a fighter that had survived over a 100 years. You don't make it that long without being extremely skilled or extremely lucky. As long as Buffy had known Spike he had never come across as having a great deal of luck on his side.

"What do you want, Spike?"

"I was going to ask you the same question. You do recall coming to my place this evening, right?"

"I was lost."

"I think you wanted to see me. Maybe you missed me. Tired of denying that we belong together were you?"

Buffy there and then made the decision that she would have sex with Spike. Willow was right. Buffy realized that until she stopped thinking about being with Dawn every second of the day she would never get over her obsession for her.

"Make love to me." Buffy said, as casually as if she was saying "hello" to an old friend.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You say you want me. Well here I am."

Spike did not need to hear anymore. While he questions Buffy's motives, and even her desire for him, he had been without her for too long. He longed for her in the same way Buffy longed to be with Dawn. 

Spike climbed over Buffy who was still under the covers. He covered her lips with his own and kissed her as tenderly as he'd ever kissed any woman in his life, before or after his turning. His heart beat powerfully. Buffy could feel it through his clothes, through the covers, and through her nightgown. 

For Buffy, everything seemed mechanical now, even the kissing. Where once having sex with Spike had been about pure lust, now it was a clinical act. She was making conscious decisions on how to kiss him, where to put her lips, how to control her tongue and what to do with her arms. 

Actually, Buffy ended up just lying there and letting Spike take control. While she was determined to have sex with Spike, she could not actually make herself fully participate. This did not go unnoticed by Spike. He wanted Buffy, the woman, and was less interested in using her body for his own pleasures. He wanted her to enjoy it. Spike made the decision that she WAS going to enjoy this and he would take his time in the process. During their time apart Spike had wrongly concluded that their rough sex life had scared her away. He was going to show her now that he could be ever bit the lover he knew Angelus had been. 

Spike pulled back the top half of the covers revealing Buffy's clothed upper half. He began to kiss her exposed neck. Buffy had to stop herself from cringing when his cold lips touched her neck. She was not sure how long he remained there, kissing and sucking on various parts of her neck. It seemed like forever. 

Spike's right hand had found its way under her nightgown and was gently messaging one of her breasts. He then began to pull her nightgown over her head with Buffy lifting her arms to help him. Soon his mouth was where his hand had just been and he sucked on her breasts. 

While Buffy was not in any physical discomfort, she felt no pleasure either. Almost the opposite really. A strange feeling of… Buffy didn't know what… was beginning to brew in her stomach. Buffy didn't know how to describe this feeling; only that she had felt a similar aching when she though about how wrong her feelings for Dawn are. For lack of a better description, Buffy thought this feeling was a sort of physical manifestation of guilt and knowing that what you were doing (or thinking in Dawn's case) was wrong. 

For all of Buffy's efforts to the contrary, Spike knew that Buffy was not enjoying his attempts to please her. Maybe her soft moans would fool someone else, but not him. He knew her every mannerism, her every movement. Her sharp intakes of air when he touched her spoke volumes to the vampire. He could not smell her in the air. And she just lay there! 

Anger grew in Spike once again. What was she playing at? What was he doing wrong now? For lack of a better option Spike pull back the covers quickly and exposed the rest of the Slayer's body. Buffy cringed at this sudden movement, slightly scared at Spike's growing impatience with her. This reaction by Buffy was not lost on Spike either.

The covers removed, the only thing that separated Buffy from Spike was her thin undergarment. At the sight of Buffy's body Spike momentary forgot about pleasing her. Even in the dark he could see every curve, observe her perfect skin. Spike had almost forgotten how beautiful her body was. All he wanted to do now was enjoy this perfection lying before him.

Spike brushed his hand up along the center of Buffy's panty, purposefully causing a slight contact with her clit. In the past even this miniscule contact would have driven Buffy wild. Now she just thought about how much longer he would be before he was done. Spike went to great lengths to tease the girl below her, stroking her upper thighs and all parts above and below her core. 

When he finally removed her final piece of clothing, Spike hoped that her desire for him had finally returned. He trailed his tongue from her navel, down through her pubic hair and finally along her vaginal lips. To his dismay, Buffy was completely dry. As Spike worked his tongue up and down her pussy the only moisture that began to form came solely from his own mouth. 

Buffy cringed again when she felt Spike's tongue enter her. Spike looked up to see the Slayer staring blankly at the ceiling, as if deep in thought and oblivious to the outside world. His eyes betrayed the storm of emotions brewing inside him. Buffy didn't want him like this, the dark warrior concluded. He wasn't worthy of making love to. All she saw was the monster. Well, if it was the monster she wanted, then dammit, that's what she is going to get!

Buffy gasped as she felt her small frame being lifted roughly off the bed. Spike had her by her forearms and had brought her with him off the bed. He swung her around and trapped her against the wall on the opposite side of the room as the head of her bed. With speed that rivaled her own, Spike drove his full length into her. Buffy hadn't even realized he had freed his penis from his pants.

The pain of the initial penetration was matched again and again as Spike pistoned in-and-out of her. Her vagina was as dry as her eyes were now wet. She soon was uttering a soft "ow" each time he thrust forward. If Spike knew or cared that he was hurting her, he did not let on. 

Buffy initially welcomed the pain, thinking it in some way a just punishment for her illicit desires. However, Slayer senses picked up a noise in the hall and Buffy noticed light coming in under her bedroom door. Dawn. She wouldn't let Dawn see or hear her with Spike. The thought was unbearable.

"Stop." Buffy said to Spike. When the vampire didn't respond she repeated it. "Spike, I said stop!" 

Not stopping his assault, Buffy decided to remind him just who the stronger of the two really was. Though leverage was difficult as he had her small frame suspended several inches off the floor, Buffy's arms pushed forward with everything she had into Spike's chest. Spike went flying backwards. He looked up, his face a mixture of both shock and anger. 

"Get out."

"What sort of sick joke is this?"

"Get out or I'll make you get out."

Spike was unprepared to challenge the Slayer anymore. He went to her window, but turned and reminded her that this wasn't over yet. Buffy did not respond. She closed the window quickly behind the departed Spike, and then checked the hall. The light had been left on but who ever had been in the hall was no longer there. Buffy turned off the light and went back to her room. As the full weight of the night's activities finally hit her she curled up into bed and cried herself to sleep.