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To Viccy for her challenge which finally inspired me to write a S/J fic.
"I really don't need a babysitter," Spike protested, grabbing his duster and pulling it on.
"Personally, I prefer it if you leave. Xander should be home from work soon and I want to copulate," Anya replied, not even looking up from the old episode of Dynasty playing on the television. "I like this Alexis woman. She's nasty."
Willow made a face and grabbed her jacket. "Spike, it's not safe for you to be roaming the streets at night."
"Well, I can't bloody well roam them during the day now, can I," he groused.
She rolled her eyes and slung her purse over her shoulder. "Where are you going, anyway? You know Giles prefers that you stay put."
"I don't need a keeper either."
"And, Xander and I really want to be alone," Anya reminded them all.
"And, I really don't want to be here when they copulate," Willow muttered, heading up the stairs. "Come on. I'll walk with you."
Spike thundered up the stairs behind her, eager to get out of the musty basement. He hated when Olivia came to visit. Why couldn't the Watcher get an apartment where the main bedroom wasn't a bloody loft?
Not that he minded watching or listening. He grinned wickedly, and adjusted himself, as he watched the witch's butt sway beneath the flippy skirt she wore. They reached the outside door and stepped into the cool night.
"Where are you going anyway?" Willow asked.
"Cocoa night at the Slayer's mum's," he answered nonchalantly, as they started walking down the sidewalk.
"Does Buffy know you visit her mom?"
Spike shrugged, not really caring. "Can't hurt her or nothing, so don't see why she should care."
"You vampire, Mrs. Summers um...not," Willow finished lamely.
"Defanged vampire," he reminded her, his voice sullen. "I can find my own way there, you know."
"Yeah, and Riley and the commandos can find you, too."
The strength and resolve in her voice amused him slightly. "And you're going to protect me how?"
She gave him a chagrined smile, and they walked the rest of the way in companionable silence. They stopped on the walkway leading up to the Summers' residence. "Do you want me to come back to get you?"
"Uh, no. I'll have Joyce take me back to Harris'."
"Okay. Have fun." With a smile, Willow turned and headed quickly down the street.
"Be careful," Spike called after her, then just shook his head at himself, before turning and jogging up to the door. He rang the bell, then waited impatiently. After a minute he heard the lock turn, then the door opened.
Spike's mouth went dry and his eyes widened.
Joyce stood in the doorway, backed by the light of several candles, wearing only a dark rose colored camisole and tiny bikini pants.
"Do you always open the door looking like that?" he finally managed to ask.
She smiled and took his arm, tugging him into the house. "I looked through the peephole and...it's been too long." Their mouths met in a hungry kiss as their arms wrapped around each other.
"Oh, luv," Spike groaned into her mouth between hard kisses, backing her towards the stairs. "I've been going nuts."
"Can't have that," she quipped, shoving the duster off his shoulders. They began to climb the stairs, Joyce backing up, kissing and caressing, and pulling off his clothes. Reaching the top step, Spike pulled free long enough to kick off his shoes, then swept her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom.
Depositing her on the bed, he took in the number of candles ringing the room, noting with pleasure that none were close to the bed. Immolation tended to douse the flames of passion.
Quickly stripping off his jeans, Spike joined Joyce on the bed, leaning over her to kiss her gently this time, his tongue caressing her lips until they parted. Joyce moaned softly and twined her fingers into his short hair, massaging his scalp and neck. His lips moved down her cheek and throat, to the upper curves of her breasts. Grinning wolfishly, he caught between his teeth the tie that held the camisole together, and pulled.
The silk fell away, revealing her breasts, still full and high, even after bearing a now grown child. Spike circled one dark pink nipple with his tongue, then repeated the action with the other, before slipping it into his mouth and nibbling it into hardness. Joyce arched off the bed as pleasure flooded her. She held his head to her breasts, guiding his mouth from one nipple to the other, until the need became too much.
Pulling his head up, she caught his mouth with hers, the kiss passionate and hungry. As she sat up, he pulled the camisole over her head, then tugged her onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. His erection rubbed against the wet crotch of her panties, and they both groaned. Joyce caressed his back and shoulders as his hands lifted her bottom and began to wriggle the panties off her.
"Get the ones with the slit, next time," he panted against her lips as he finally freed her off the panties, after much squirming and groaning.
"Uh huh," she agreed eagerly, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. Peppering kisses down his smooth chest and stomach, she reached his groin and ran her tongue up and down his cock until he growled and bucked his hips. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she squeezed, as her lips sucked his balls into her mouth.
"Joyce," Spike growled, his hips bouncing on the bed as she rolled the delicate sac around her tongue.
"Hm?" she asked, looking up with a wicked smile on her face.
Spike reached down and caught her shoulders, tugging her up the bed. Turning her onto her stomach, he knelt at her feet and placed a hot kiss behind one knee. Joyce groaned and shook as a bolt of desire sped through her. Digging her hands into the pillow, she raised up to her knees, as he kissed his way up the back of her thighs.
Nipping and licking her bottom, Spike spread her legs and moved between them. He ducked his head and ran his tongue along her swollen cleft, sucking in her juices, and making her shudder more. His tongue found her clit and rubbed it until she yelped and bucked back against his mouth.
His cock throbbed with need and he rose up, taking her hips in his hands. With one easy thrust he was buried inside her heated velvet passage. Leaning over her as he thrust, Spike cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs. Joyce thrust backwards, meeting his cock and driving it deeper inside her. Her head fell onto the pillow and she mewled in pleasure at each hard pump.
Thrusting faster, Spike caught the nape of her neck between his blunt teeth and she sobbed as he growled animalistically. They moved together for several minutes, building the pleasure, until the tension inside Joyce burst and she bucked uncontrollably, her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock. With a groan, he pulled all the way out of her.
Flipping Joyce's limp, trembling body over, he slid his arms beneath her knees and pushed her legs up to her chest, before slamming into her. Joyce grabbed her legs, holding herself open as he pounded her into the mattress. As her nipples pebbled and rubbed against her thighs, and the base of his cock rubbed her aching clit, she felt the lust grow again at a rapid rate.
Spike thrust harder, knowing from experience that she liked it rough at times, and bared his teeth as he felt her muscles clamp down on his cock again. Listening to her breathing increase to sharp pants, he saw her face twisting with lust, and reached between them to pinch her clit.
Joyce bounced her hips hard on the bed and sobbed his name, as his fingers twisted and rubbed her throbbing bundle of nerves. Spike felt his balls tighten, signaling his approaching orgasm, and he leaned down, pressing their bodies tightly together. Growling deeply, he flung his head back and came, pouring himself into her in short, hard thrusts.
Joyce thrashed her head on the pillows and arched her whole back off the bed, as his fingers twisted one more time and her own orgasm crashed through her.
Collapsing, both panting and shaking, they lay still for a moment, then Spike moved off of Joyce so she could lower her legs. She groaned at the stiffness, then smiled at the tingling in her body. Turning, she curled up against his cool body, marvelling as always at the stillness beneath her cheek.
"Should I be disturbed that the best orgasms I've ever had are caused by someone without a heartbeat?" she murmured lazily.
Spike stroked her head gently as he lay in the pleasurable aftermath, and chuckled. "Nah. I have been doing this for a while, luv. Practice makes perfect and all."
"Now, I didn't say perfect," she teased, tracing patterns around his nipple with one long fingernail.
Spike growled and rolled her onto her back, coming over her, his cock quickly hardening again. "Shall we try again?" He settled between her parted thighs, and nuzzled her neck until she purred his name and wrapped her legs around his hips.
"Practice makes perfect." She nibbled on his ear as he thrust to the hilt.
*****
Much later, Joyce lay sprawled on her back in a stupor, Spike's head pillowed on her breasts as he listened to her pounding heart and heavy breathing.
"Lovely," she murmured. "How many times can you do it in one night?"
"Um...I think the record is nine. The poof and I had a contest about one hundred and twenty years ago. He only got it up seven times," he crowed, and she felt the smirk against her breast. "I could have stopped at eight, but wanted to rub it in."
"I can't imagine Angel having sex. Actually, I don't *want* to imagine that because it leads to thoughts of Buffy and Angel..." Joyce shook her head rapidly, making a face. "But, he seems so joyless."
"Well, yeah, *now*, but back then he was wicked and fun, and we go up to all sorts of mischief."
"I bet." She smiled and caressed his head, her fingernails lightly scraping his scalp. Spike purred and she smiled wider. "I love the sounds you make."
He raised his head and kissed her tenderly. "I love the sounds you make, too, luv, especially when you come." Joyce blushed prettily and he grinned, then pulled her into his arms, both of them on their sides. They kissed for a few long moments, then Spike pulled back with a regretful sigh.
"I have to leave, luv."
Joyce nodded, sighing herself. "I wish you didn't have to. I wish we didn't have to hide this."
"Haven't you ever heard that quote, 'love ceased to be a pleasure when it ceased to be a secret'?"
"Bollocks," she used one of his favorite curse words, arching one narrow brow at him.
"Okay, how about...your daughter would stake us both." He rose from the bed, grabbing up his jeans and tugging them on.
"If we explained..." Joyce began, then shook her head. "No, you're right. None of them are ready for this." She reached for a robe and slipped it on, following him out of the room, watching him dress as he came across each article of discarded clothing. When they reached the front door, Spike pulled on his duster and turned to face Joyce. She gave him a sad look and he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
"It won't be a secret forever. Just not possible."
Their eyes met, both dark with worry and need and perhaps something more, then they smiled and kissed. They never parted on a dark note.
"I've been doing some reading on the mating habits of vampires," Joyce murmured into his ear. "Do you really like a woman tied down for your pleasure."
Her sensually spoken words sent desire zinging straight to his cock and he groaned as it pressed tightly against his zipper. "Why?"
"Oh...I bought some silk rope last week, and I have those hooks in the beam in my bedroom ceiling..." Opening the door, she gave him a playful shove. "Just something to think about."
Spike growled and grinned. "I won't last a week this time, luv."
"Promise?"
Nodding, he turned and strolled down the walkway, his overactive imagination picturing Joyce naked and tied, hanging from the ceiling, her long legs around his waist as he pumped into her. He groaned and adjusted himself, trying to come up with a reason for seeing her the next night.
End