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Thanks to Kitty for starting the Calliope's Garden round robin!
Paying only scant attention to the manager's welcome speech and introductions of various members of the staff, Spike checked them in and accepted the packet of information for 'special guests' while his mind was full of images of Drusilla, naked, spread across a bed, naked, glistening and aroused and naked.
Following the porter, one arm tightly around his dark goddess' waist, Spike counted the seconds until they could be alone. Their room was spacious and had extra thick curtains over the French doors. Ushering Drusilla in, Spike dug in his pocket for a tip, then nearly pushed the bell girl out of the room.
Spike closed the door and turned to look at his black goddess. She was stretched across the king size bed, her pose sinuous and sensuous. A surge of lust hit him and he swallowed hard.
"I'm hungry, Spike," she crooned.
"Can it wait a bit, luv. I've got another hunger." He gave her a lustful grin and was disappointed by her answering pout.
"No. I want a treat now." A coy look crossed her face. "Then I'll give my Spike a treat.
Spike sighed and shrugged out of his duster, leaving him in his typical outfit of black jeans, red shirt and black t-shirt. With a grimace, he accepted that he wasn't going to get any action until he fed her. "Okay, Ducks. Let me see what this packet from 'Special Management' says we're to do about meals."
"There was that lovely bell girl that brought our bags," Drusilla sighed dreamily, propping herself up on one arm.
"Um, I think eating the employees is against the rules." He shuffled through the neat notebook full of brightly colored pages and brochures. Sure enough, one in hot pink read 'No eating the employees or guests.' "Ah, here it is. See the Chef."
"Chefs have all that rich blood, remember Spike? We ate that one from the Savoy in London during the Blitz."
"Yes, he was delicious, but the Chef is an employee, Dru. I'd really like to have a nice vacation here, so let's try not to get kicked out...or staked."
"Two nasty Slayers," Drusilla said, shuddering delicately as she rose to her feet. "But, I like the bitchy Slayer's mummy. It was nice of her to invite us." Her voice trailed off as she wandered into the bathroom. "Ooooh, a jacuzzi."
"I'll be off to see the Chef then, pet. You stay put," Spike called as he opened the door. "Please stay put," he muttered as he headed down the hall.
There were plenty of brightly colored signs pointing to any place any guest could possibly want. Spike followed the ones to the kitchen and the door marked "Special Needs". Opening that door, he stepped inside the small room, filled with the sound of Stevie Nicks' 'Nightbird'. A woman glanced up from a computer. She had long auburn hair and pale skin. He would have suspected vampire if he hadn't heard her heart rate increase. He often had that effect on women.
"Ah, vampire?" she asked.
"Um...yeah." Spike was not accustomed to people so casually accepting his existence.
"I'm Laure, the head Chef. You here for a meal?" He nodded and she continued. "I have a wide range of blood types and species available. Anything you like in particular?"
"Oh...human, I guess."
"For how many?"
"Two."
Laure spun her chair around and opened a large refrigerator. Spike's eyes widened at the sight of bags and bottles of blood, along with an assortment of dead, small animals. Laure expertly fingered her way through the bags of blood. "We have every common blood type and a few of the rare ones, though those cost extra.
"Universal blood doner's fine with me."
Grabbing two bags of blood, Laure closed the refrigerator and spun back around. From beside her desk, she picked up an ice bucket and placed the bags inside, then began to shuffle papers on her very messy desk. "Now, where are those release forms," she muttered. "Managers, make you account for every little thing." She dragged a couple pieces of paper out from the bottom of the pile and shoved them at him. "Sign here."
Spike took a pen from a holder and signed his name with an old-world flourish on both pieces of paper. Laure handed him the bucket.
"Just call room service if you need any more or want something special. We do try to meet all our guests culinary needs."
"Well, now that you mention it...Could you send up a bottle of champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries to our room?"
Laure grinned and typed a few commands into her computer. "They're on their way. Enjoy."
"Thanks." Spike left the office and headed back to his room. He met room service at the door and took the cart, giving the girl a big tip for getting the items there so quickly. Wheeling the cart into the room, he grinned at the sound of giggling and splashing coming from the bathroom.
Kicking his shoes off, Spike stripped off his clothes and wheeled the cart into the bathroom. Drusilla lay in the large tub, the jets making her giggle as the forced water caressed her body. Sensing his presence she opened her eyes and smiled.
"The water tickles."
"I brought your treat, luv." Carrying the bags of blood, Spike slipped into the tub next to her. She squealed and took one, quickly draining it, letting a single drop dribble down her chin to fall on her breast. Spike dipped his head and lapped at the tasty trail, making her squeal for another reason.
Drinking down the other bag, Spike reached for the champagne and glasses, pouring them each one.
"Shall we have a toast?" Drusilla asked, taking a glass, her eyes shining.
"To my black rose, my dark goddess, my princess," he replied, his voice husky with emotion.
"To my Spike, my true love," she answered back, with seeming honesty.
Glasses clinked and they drank the champagne.
"Now there are bubbles in my mouth and tummy," Drusilla giggled.
He set their glasses aside, then pulled her into his arms, turning them both onto their sides. Gently, he captured her shell like ear between his blunt teeth and she squealed again, rubbing her wet body against his and making him moan, as his cock throbbed with need.
Turning again onto his back, in a half seated position, Spike lifted Drusilla on top of him. She straddled his hips, her hands catching his shoulders as they slid together, the jets of water adding to the stimulation of their sensitive flesh.
Spike pulled her closer and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth. As he tugged it to a hard point, his hands squeezed her bottom, rubbing her against his hard cock.
"Inside me, Spike, please," she begged prettily, her head thrown back as he suckled on one nipple after the other.
Sliding one hand between them, Spike caressed her swollen flesh, making her hiss as his fingers rolled over her clit. He felt her secretions, thicker than the water, and slipped two fingers inside her. Her muscles clamped down and he groaned, nipping at the breast in his mouth.
Lifting herself, Drusilla slowly sank onto his cock, whimpering as her pussy fluttered around him and the pleasure in her intensified.
"Dru..." he groaned as she squeezed him, making him nearly see stars. She started to move and he lifted his hips, trying to keep her impaled. His head fell back and he watched the pleasure cross her flushed face, as she bounced gently for a few minutes, gradually raising both their desire and increasing the pace.
Suddenly, Drusilla ground down on him and he growled as his cock surged with need. His hands dug into her bottom, kneading her curves, as she slammed herself on his cock, keening and biting her lower lip. One of her hands fell between their legs and she rubbed her clit mercilessly.
Watching her come was one of the most beautiful sights Spike had ever seen. Her hair whipped around her face, her features shifted, her eyes glowed yellow as her fangs bit into her lips. With a howl, she exploded, her body shuddering on top of him. Falling forward, she buried her fangs in his shoulder, drawing his rich blood into her mouth.
Rolling them, Spike sank them beneath the water, his mouth capturing hers in a desperate kiss. He began to thrust hard, his hips pounding her into the hard ceramic tub. Drusilla held him tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist. Lifting his head out of the water, Spike growled deeply and climaxed, thrusting powerfully as he emptied himself into her grasping pussy.
Slowly both of them surfaced and collapsed against the side of the tub, their bodies trembling from their orgasms.
Drusilla glanced over the side and giggled. "We made a mess."
"That's what maid service is for," Spike answered with a chuckle, then brushed his lips over her forehead. "Did you enjoy that, luv?"
She gave him a sly smile. "Couldn't you tell? Maybe we should do it again in that big bed, so you'll know for sure."
Drusilla was out of the tub before he could think straight. Spike followed her, stopping to drop a pile of towels onto the puddle of water on the floor, then pick up the tray of strawberries and the bottle of champagne. Entering the bedroom, he saw Drusilla, wet and glistening, draped on her stomach across the bed like a cat. Her hand ran over her trembling bottom and he groaned as his cock leapt to life again.
"I brought the strawberries, luv," he murmured, setting the items down on the night stand.
"Later," she answered, her voice dripping with desire. Rising to her knees, she spread her legs and slid one hand between them, caressing herself.
Drusilla moaned. Spike groaned. The strawberries and champagne were forgotten for quite a while.
End