Title: Thoughts of Another
Rating: NC-17, just to be on the safe side
Summary: What Buffy was really thinking about when she was with Spike.
Chapters: 1/1
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I am writing purely to please the annoying voices in my head. Don't sue.
Timeline: Directly after Smashed and before Wrecked.
Feedback: Yes please!
Author's Note: This is my first time writing anything close to being a sex scene, go gentle on me.
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In. Out. In. Out.

Buffy's thrusts matched her breathing. Starting out slow before gaining speed.

In. Out. In. Out.

Eyes closed, she enjoyed the feel of large, cold hands rooming up and down her bare body. As long as she didn't open her eyes to see who was really beneath her.

In. Out. In. Out.

Faster and faster he heart pounded. The body below her didn't have a pounding heart beat. He didn't have a heart beat at all. She had missed that.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

Her hair stuck to her now sweaty forehead as her hands felt all over his tattoo-less back. But with her eyes shut tight she barely noticed.

Buffy wouldn't allow herself to think about the bleached blonde moaning below her. To her, he was her Angel. Her perfect angel.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

Gasping for breath, Buffy opened her eyes a slit. Not focusing on Spike's face or any defining features, she enjoyed the sight of pale, naked skin. Something no one but a vampire could give her.

Parker. Riley. Both good guys when they had gone out- and great in bed- but neither could leave her with as much pleasure as when she was with someone pale, cold, and without a beating heart.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

Now no matter how great the sex was, he couldn't go from good to bad. And she still got to feel a vampire inside of her.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

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