Access All Areas Chapter 2
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curiouswombatBeneath the cut is Chapter 2 of the follow up to Ten Years After - 'Access All Areas'.
Chapter 1 is here
This chapter is 1,720 words long
Warning - this chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature! So a 15 or so, I reckon.
Chapter 2
They had flown into Prague at night on a half-full plane. A myriad twinkling lights beneath their wings, resolving into the parallel lines of a runway, and then into an airport much like any other.
“Dunno if I’d like to see it all properly by daylight, or whether it would scare the hell out of me,’ Spike observed as the plane taxied to a halt. “Can’t tell how far it is down to the ground at night, could be on the tube if you don’t think about it.”
“If Willow and the others get it right in December we can fly somewhere by day,” Dawn said, alluding to the already partly made magic item to give Spike sunlight immunity. “Of course it wouldn’t be good for your Big Bad image if it does scare you,” she finished, glancing at him sideways.
“Never did Dennis Bergkamp any bloody harm!” Spike said.
“Who?” asked Dawn.
“Footballer, world class, Dutch international, played for Arsenal… oh, never mind!” Spike answered, slightly exasperatedly. “Anyway – I didn’t say I was scared of flying – got pretty used to it by now, just the blackness outside and then a city looking much the same at night as any other one.”
“Wonder how much the city’ll have changed since I was last here?” he continued.
“…and we hope you will fly with us again,” said the flight attendant.
“Soon find out,” said Dawn, and stood to get her bag from the overhead locker.
……………..
“Whole place is quite something!” Spike said, dropping his bag on the floor.
“Isn’t it?” Dawn answered, looking around her. “Although, unless the monks were more decadent than most, this must be three cells knocked together and a fourth for the en-suite,” she added.
Spike came over to stand behind her as she opened the curtains on the central one of the three square windows and looked at the courtyard below, where a fairly new looking fountain was illuminated with coloured lights.
“I wondered if I’d feel anything,” Dawn said. “If maybe they’d kept the key down there in the middle of the whole place.”
“Nah,” said Spike,” that’ll have always been open – a sort of exercise area for monks.
“Talking of exercise,” he continued, wrapping his arms around her and pressing himself against her, “The thought of taking a bit of exercise in the horizontal right here in what was three monks’ bedrooms, with the very thing they were looking after for all those years, is making me bloody randy!”
Dawn’s gaze remained on the fountain and she did not immediately respond, still trying to decide whether she felt anything at all like dejá vu, but the now familiar sensations of Spike’s hard cock against her butt, his thumbs unerringly finding her nipples through her clothing and his teeth nipping her ear-lobe, soon drove the problem from her mind.
She tilted her pelvis and pushed back against Spike, turning her head enough to bring her mouth into contact with his, as she began to move in a gentle rhythm against him.
One of Spike’s hands continued to rub Dawn’s already erect nipple whilst his other one moved down and inside her jeans, cupping her pussy, and began to tease her clit through and around the sliver of satin that was her knickers.
Squirming on his fingers, but keeping up the rocking motion against his cock with her butt, Dawn looked out again across the courtyard as Spike moved his lips back to her ear. Across the space, in a room on the higher floor, she could see someone else standing in their window and realized that if that person glanced her way they would be able to see what she was doing with Spike.
Instead of pulling away to close the blinds she found herself peeling her jumper off - they would be gently illuminated against the light of their own room by the lights from the courtyard, just as the other person was, and suddenly the idea of being seen was fun.
The movement must have caught the other person’s eye, as they glanced over towards Dawn and Spike in the window, and then kept looking. Dawn kept looking too and could see that it was a man of about thirty.
“What you looking at, pet?” Spike murmured in her ear, his fingers still teasing her.
“Mmmm,” Dawn sighed, and then said “The guy over there.”
Spike obviously realized that Dawn was not trying to avoid being seen and he laughed briefly. “You want to put on a little show then, moonbeam?” he asked her in a low voice, and Dawn could almost hear him rubbing his tongue over his teeth.
Without waiting for an answer, he removed her bra and threw it towards the bed, holding Dawn in front of him with her back to his chest and her bare breasts towards the window.
Dawn could not easily caress Spike in this position, although she continued to move against the bulge in his jeans, but decided that rubbing her now naked breasts herself would be fun. As her hands moved to them Spike briefly laughed again behind her, and used his now unoccupied hand to finally free his cock from the constraints of his jeans, then Dawn could feel him running his hand up and down the shaft himself.
After a minute or two Spike turned Dawn around so that her side was towards the window and then reached the hand which was not still down Dawn’s jeans towards the window cord. He said “I think we should finish this show in a way that our audience will never forget,” and began to morph into his ‘game’ face. Dawn giggled and then pulled him slightly forward, making sure that the light would catch Spike’s face, as she let her head fall to one side. As Spike brought his fangs towards the thus proffered neck he raised his head slightly, looked at the other man across the courtyard with his now yellow eyes, and then slowly lowered his head further, whilst closing the curtains.
For a few moments Dawn’s mind was a jumble of emotions. She was turned on by the physical sensations, and by the idea of them being watched; part of her desperately wanted to feel Spike’s fangs cut into her neck; part of her was petrified that she would feel them and would lose control over the situation.
Then she found herself thrown onto the bed, her jeans and knickers pushed down to her ankles, and Spike thrusting hard and fast into her from behind. She could hear Spike making a noise – but with her back to him she couldn’t be sure whether it was of frustration or pleasure – and it quickly became the sound of his orgasm, followed by her own voice in wordless acknowledgment of the sensory overload of her own climax.
She moved to ease herself away from Spike’s cock, and rolled over to face him, her thoughts still confused. She realized that the noise from Spike had been a mixture of sex and laughter, as he was now laughing out loud, his shoulders shaking slightly, whilst his hands had gone back to playing with Dawn’s body.
“Oh God!” Spike said, between gasps of laughter, “We really should have had a Meatloaf soundtrack! That guy’s face was bloody priceless – bet he couldn’t decide whether to wank or ring the management to come and save you!”
“Meatloaf?” Dawn asked in a bemused tone.
“I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that,” Spike sang.
Dawn giggled briefly, and then went quiet. She was still unsure about the jumble of her own thoughts, but equally curious about Spike’s.
“Did you want to?” she asked.
Spike didn’t even pretend to misunderstand, “Course I did,” he replied, “and course I didn’t, at the same time.”
“Come again?” said Dawn, somewhat bemused.
“Later,” Spike answered, earning himself a dig in the ribs. “I mean give me a slim, smooth neck with warm blood pulsing through the jugular, and it’s like putting a double scoop of Baskin-Robbins pralines and cream within reach of your tongue – you’re going to want to lick.
“But it’s your neck – and I’m just not going there – ‘s not part of my relationship with you, at all.”
“Why not?” Dawn asked. “Not that I’m one of these people who desperately want to feel fangs in their neck, or anything, but isn’t it meant to be important to you? You as in vampires. Claiming, and mating and things?”
Spike shifted position slightly, but kept Dawn held against him, and answered. “If they taught the slayers half as much about other demons as they teach the watchers about the life-cycle of the vampire they’d do a lot to keep them safer. Except that some of what they teach you is a load of crap!
“Yeah there is a whole ‘claim’ thing – but me chomping down on you, leaving my mark and all that, is me showing how I’ve conquered you and made you subservient – like bloody Dracula once tried to do with your sister. I don’t see you as being my possession, pet. To be a meeting of equals you’d have to stick a pair of fangs into my neck, and take as much back – and there are a lot of reasons why you aren’t going to do that!
“Anyway,” he continued, “Gawd knows what drinking your blood would do to any vampire! “
Dawn giggled, “Vampires with air conditioning from having inter-dimensional portals in their stomachs would be kind of gross! I don’t think it would happen though – you have to have the right words to make it work.
“I can see why people don’t resist the fangs bit, or at least we are told that they don’t, because for a few seconds there I couldn’t decide whether I most wanted you to bite or not bite, but I think I’m pretty glad that you didn’t,” she added.
“Yeah, well, good job you’re glad I didn’t, because it’s not going to happen.” Spike said, his hands starting to move over Dawn’s body again, “But, like Meatloaf says, I’ll do anything else for love – starting right now!” he finished, then rolled Dawn over and began to kiss her very thoroughly bringing an end to the conversation.
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The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only and all rights remain with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the writers of the original episodes, and the TV and production companies responsible for the original television shows. BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ©2002 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. All Rights Reserved. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer trademark is used without express permission from Fox.
I weighed myself today and the weight is sadly creeping up - and the more I write the less I eat!
So feed back is as manna from heaven - even if it is just a quick wave - it encourages me to get on with the next chapter, and might stop me outgrowing my clothes!
Chapter 1 is here
This chapter is 1,720 words long
Warning - this chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature! So a 15 or so, I reckon.
Chapter 2
They had flown into Prague at night on a half-full plane. A myriad twinkling lights beneath their wings, resolving into the parallel lines of a runway, and then into an airport much like any other.
“Dunno if I’d like to see it all properly by daylight, or whether it would scare the hell out of me,’ Spike observed as the plane taxied to a halt. “Can’t tell how far it is down to the ground at night, could be on the tube if you don’t think about it.”
“If Willow and the others get it right in December we can fly somewhere by day,” Dawn said, alluding to the already partly made magic item to give Spike sunlight immunity. “Of course it wouldn’t be good for your Big Bad image if it does scare you,” she finished, glancing at him sideways.
“Never did Dennis Bergkamp any bloody harm!” Spike said.
“Who?” asked Dawn.
“Footballer, world class, Dutch international, played for Arsenal… oh, never mind!” Spike answered, slightly exasperatedly. “Anyway – I didn’t say I was scared of flying – got pretty used to it by now, just the blackness outside and then a city looking much the same at night as any other one.”
“Wonder how much the city’ll have changed since I was last here?” he continued.
“…and we hope you will fly with us again,” said the flight attendant.
“Soon find out,” said Dawn, and stood to get her bag from the overhead locker.
……………..
“Whole place is quite something!” Spike said, dropping his bag on the floor.
“Isn’t it?” Dawn answered, looking around her. “Although, unless the monks were more decadent than most, this must be three cells knocked together and a fourth for the en-suite,” she added.
Spike came over to stand behind her as she opened the curtains on the central one of the three square windows and looked at the courtyard below, where a fairly new looking fountain was illuminated with coloured lights.
“I wondered if I’d feel anything,” Dawn said. “If maybe they’d kept the key down there in the middle of the whole place.”
“Nah,” said Spike,” that’ll have always been open – a sort of exercise area for monks.
“Talking of exercise,” he continued, wrapping his arms around her and pressing himself against her, “The thought of taking a bit of exercise in the horizontal right here in what was three monks’ bedrooms, with the very thing they were looking after for all those years, is making me bloody randy!”
Dawn’s gaze remained on the fountain and she did not immediately respond, still trying to decide whether she felt anything at all like dejá vu, but the now familiar sensations of Spike’s hard cock against her butt, his thumbs unerringly finding her nipples through her clothing and his teeth nipping her ear-lobe, soon drove the problem from her mind.
She tilted her pelvis and pushed back against Spike, turning her head enough to bring her mouth into contact with his, as she began to move in a gentle rhythm against him.
One of Spike’s hands continued to rub Dawn’s already erect nipple whilst his other one moved down and inside her jeans, cupping her pussy, and began to tease her clit through and around the sliver of satin that was her knickers.
Squirming on his fingers, but keeping up the rocking motion against his cock with her butt, Dawn looked out again across the courtyard as Spike moved his lips back to her ear. Across the space, in a room on the higher floor, she could see someone else standing in their window and realized that if that person glanced her way they would be able to see what she was doing with Spike.
Instead of pulling away to close the blinds she found herself peeling her jumper off - they would be gently illuminated against the light of their own room by the lights from the courtyard, just as the other person was, and suddenly the idea of being seen was fun.
The movement must have caught the other person’s eye, as they glanced over towards Dawn and Spike in the window, and then kept looking. Dawn kept looking too and could see that it was a man of about thirty.
“What you looking at, pet?” Spike murmured in her ear, his fingers still teasing her.
“Mmmm,” Dawn sighed, and then said “The guy over there.”
Spike obviously realized that Dawn was not trying to avoid being seen and he laughed briefly. “You want to put on a little show then, moonbeam?” he asked her in a low voice, and Dawn could almost hear him rubbing his tongue over his teeth.
Without waiting for an answer, he removed her bra and threw it towards the bed, holding Dawn in front of him with her back to his chest and her bare breasts towards the window.
Dawn could not easily caress Spike in this position, although she continued to move against the bulge in his jeans, but decided that rubbing her now naked breasts herself would be fun. As her hands moved to them Spike briefly laughed again behind her, and used his now unoccupied hand to finally free his cock from the constraints of his jeans, then Dawn could feel him running his hand up and down the shaft himself.
After a minute or two Spike turned Dawn around so that her side was towards the window and then reached the hand which was not still down Dawn’s jeans towards the window cord. He said “I think we should finish this show in a way that our audience will never forget,” and began to morph into his ‘game’ face. Dawn giggled and then pulled him slightly forward, making sure that the light would catch Spike’s face, as she let her head fall to one side. As Spike brought his fangs towards the thus proffered neck he raised his head slightly, looked at the other man across the courtyard with his now yellow eyes, and then slowly lowered his head further, whilst closing the curtains.
For a few moments Dawn’s mind was a jumble of emotions. She was turned on by the physical sensations, and by the idea of them being watched; part of her desperately wanted to feel Spike’s fangs cut into her neck; part of her was petrified that she would feel them and would lose control over the situation.
Then she found herself thrown onto the bed, her jeans and knickers pushed down to her ankles, and Spike thrusting hard and fast into her from behind. She could hear Spike making a noise – but with her back to him she couldn’t be sure whether it was of frustration or pleasure – and it quickly became the sound of his orgasm, followed by her own voice in wordless acknowledgment of the sensory overload of her own climax.
She moved to ease herself away from Spike’s cock, and rolled over to face him, her thoughts still confused. She realized that the noise from Spike had been a mixture of sex and laughter, as he was now laughing out loud, his shoulders shaking slightly, whilst his hands had gone back to playing with Dawn’s body.
“Oh God!” Spike said, between gasps of laughter, “We really should have had a Meatloaf soundtrack! That guy’s face was bloody priceless – bet he couldn’t decide whether to wank or ring the management to come and save you!”
“Meatloaf?” Dawn asked in a bemused tone.
“I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that,” Spike sang.
Dawn giggled briefly, and then went quiet. She was still unsure about the jumble of her own thoughts, but equally curious about Spike’s.
“Did you want to?” she asked.
Spike didn’t even pretend to misunderstand, “Course I did,” he replied, “and course I didn’t, at the same time.”
“Come again?” said Dawn, somewhat bemused.
“Later,” Spike answered, earning himself a dig in the ribs. “I mean give me a slim, smooth neck with warm blood pulsing through the jugular, and it’s like putting a double scoop of Baskin-Robbins pralines and cream within reach of your tongue – you’re going to want to lick.
“But it’s your neck – and I’m just not going there – ‘s not part of my relationship with you, at all.”
“Why not?” Dawn asked. “Not that I’m one of these people who desperately want to feel fangs in their neck, or anything, but isn’t it meant to be important to you? You as in vampires. Claiming, and mating and things?”
Spike shifted position slightly, but kept Dawn held against him, and answered. “If they taught the slayers half as much about other demons as they teach the watchers about the life-cycle of the vampire they’d do a lot to keep them safer. Except that some of what they teach you is a load of crap!
“Yeah there is a whole ‘claim’ thing – but me chomping down on you, leaving my mark and all that, is me showing how I’ve conquered you and made you subservient – like bloody Dracula once tried to do with your sister. I don’t see you as being my possession, pet. To be a meeting of equals you’d have to stick a pair of fangs into my neck, and take as much back – and there are a lot of reasons why you aren’t going to do that!
“Anyway,” he continued, “Gawd knows what drinking your blood would do to any vampire! “
Dawn giggled, “Vampires with air conditioning from having inter-dimensional portals in their stomachs would be kind of gross! I don’t think it would happen though – you have to have the right words to make it work.
“I can see why people don’t resist the fangs bit, or at least we are told that they don’t, because for a few seconds there I couldn’t decide whether I most wanted you to bite or not bite, but I think I’m pretty glad that you didn’t,” she added.
“Yeah, well, good job you’re glad I didn’t, because it’s not going to happen.” Spike said, his hands starting to move over Dawn’s body again, “But, like Meatloaf says, I’ll do anything else for love – starting right now!” he finished, then rolled Dawn over and began to kiss her very thoroughly bringing an end to the conversation.
………………………………………………………………………
The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only and all rights remain with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the writers of the original episodes, and the TV and production companies responsible for the original television shows. BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ©2002 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. All Rights Reserved. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer trademark is used without express permission from Fox.
I weighed myself today and the weight is sadly creeping up - and the more I write the less I eat!
So feed back is as manna from heaven - even if it is just a quick wave - it encourages me to get on with the next chapter, and might stop me outgrowing my clothes!
