title: Hungry

author: Ranlynn

rating: PG15

spoiler: none

summary: short silly thing that popped into my head. Sort of suggestive

reviews: my first and most likely only fic so be kind please.

disclaimer: everyone is owned by Joss, FOX, Mutant Enemy and anyone else with a legal claim.

Hungry

in one of Sunnydale's numerous cemeteries

It had been a slow night for patrolling. He and Buffy had only encountered a couple of fledglings, which they had dusted in short order.

Spike was resting on one of the benches provided for mourners. Leaning back on his hands he was gazing down at Buffy sitting on the ground in front of him.

Cor, look at 'er… he thought ..seen 'er sad, happy, scared and royally brassed off but I've never seen 'er so…so…Hungry.

Buffy was emitting little sighs and moans and Spike tried to stifle his own as he watched her. Small pink tongue appearing and disappearing, head moving this way and that. Stopping just momentarily to give a small shiver before resuming with a renewed verver.

It's a good thing I'm already dead.. he thought as he watched a bead of sweat run down her neck, then her chest to disappear beneath her tank top, further soaking the material. ..or I'd be havin' a heart attack right about now.

Her focus was complete and absolute. Sometimes concentrating on a particular spot, sometimes moving form bottom to top, not wanting to miss a single taste or sensation.

God Slayer yer killin' me the thought running through his mind, control breaking, his moans mingling with hers.

When it was over he just watched her sitting there. Her eyes were closed, head tilted skywards. Then she gave a sigh, ran a finger around her lips then licked them clean.

Finally she opened her eyes and looked up as him.

"more please…" she said in a soft almost tentative voice, bringing to mind of all things, Oliver Twist asking "please sir can I have some more…."

Spike was amazed. Wasn't she ever satisfied?

"Slayer! That was the third…"

"pleeease…."

"Slayer…"

"pretty please…"

Shaking his head he rose to his feet then reached down a hand to draw her up beside him.

"Pet it's a good thing that you have a slayer's metabolism or you'd be a big as my crypt."

"Come on" Buffy said, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down the sidewalk.

"If Baskins & Robbins isn't open Humphrey Yogurts will be and I want to get some Mint Chip this time.

Spike chuckled, following her down the street thanking God for hot summer nights and whatever bloke came up with the idea for Ice Cream.

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