Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Ten

Fic: Nocturnal Emissions

Author: Miss Murchison

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Buffy thinks Spike has a problem. Spike thinks Buffy is jealous and needs a nap. As you can tell from the title, I have not been guilty of good taste.

No familiarity with the previous stories is needed, but this is set in the same ‘verse as Cubed, What’s in a Name?, If it’s Tuesday, this must be Sunnydale, and Giftless.

This is an alternative Season 6 where there is no angst. Assume Buffy didn’t die at the end of Season 5, or, if she did, she was glad to get back. Don’t go looking for any huge problems among the canon characters. They’re not there, although all is not sweetness and light. Which is good, because we all know how bad light is for Spike.

Length of completed story: About 9,000 words

Thanks: To my wonderful betas, keswindhover and revdorothyl, to enigmaticblues for the comm, and to my family for leaving me alone long enough to finish this story. Maybe they’ll repeat the favor so I can finally enjoy the other entries from this round.

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Only the lame plots and dialogue herein are mine.

Buffy was still lying on her back, propped up on her elbows. “I thought you were paralyzed?”

“Never did know how to follow the rules, did I?” He reached a hand down and as she stood up to take it, he pulled her up onto the horse, astride and facing him. She winced in anticipation of pain, but the saddle was surprisingly comfortable, soft leather against her bare skin. Bare skin, because in one of those swift and inexplicable changes usual in dreams, he was no longer wearing armor, but a soft shirt and leather pants, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and… yep. She still wasn’t wearing any underpants.

She looked down and saw Lily’s body fading away. “You saved me.”

He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. “We saved each other, love. You distracted her long enough for me to take back control of my own dream.”

She looked around them. They were riding through a field of flowers under a perfectly clear blue sky. “So, is this the way it usually goes?”

“Old Dobbin here is new. I needed him to get rid of Darling Lily, didn’t I? But he seems very well-behaved, and there’s something I always wanted to try…”

The horse was moving at a gentle walk that nonetheless provided enough movement that she was feeling some pleasant friction, which was made even more pleasant when he pulled her closer so that her thighs were resting on his and her pussy was rubbing against his crotch.

She held onto his shoulders, letting the soft fabric of his shirt bunch under her hands as she leaned forward to kiss the side of his neck. She almost pulled away when she felt a pulse, and how weird was that, to be so used to sex with a vampire that a living, breathing man wigged her out a little?

But she adjusted, mentally and physically, humping against him and admiring the view of his beautiful face in the sunlight. His eyes were a brighter blue than she’d ever realized, almost the color of the sky. She breathed in the scent of flowers, sunshine and her lover, but the smell of horse was conveniently absent. Buffy decided that lucid dreaming had definite advantages over the Slayer variety.

He was holding her securely, so she slipped one hand off his shoulder and down his chest, popping buttons and running her fingernails over flesh as she went. He moaned, pressing his mouth against hers, and she felt a warm hand tug her gown off her shoulder, then warmer lips against her throat.

Having dealt with the buttons, her hand reached his cock, and she stroked it as she had done just before this dream, but a bit harder, and he muttered, “Buffy… love you… please.”

She pulled herself up and used her hand to guide his cock until she was riding it. Then she grasped his shoulders again, supporting herself, so he was able to let a hand wander, teasing a nipple out of the bonds of the corset. Apparently, the horse needed no guidance at all, because he then slipped his other hand down to rub her clit.

“Nice horsie,” she muttered between passionate kisses, and accidentally bit Spike’s lip as the animal began moving a little faster. Spike didn’t complain, his tongue still exploring her mouth and his fingers tracing circles on her skin, even as the horse’s gait provided an up-and-down motion. The various sensations made her head whirl in delightful confusion.

Buffy wondered if any of this would be physically possible in the real world, even for a vampire, a Slayer, and a really, really well-behaved horse. But then she was too busy to wonder, as everything seemed to speed up, from the horse’s hooves to her frantic breathing. The hand caressing her breast gave her nipple a nice, strong tweak. Buffy threw her head back and screamed.

Suddenly, a lot of people were screaming. Buffy realized her own voice was completing the cry she’d started in the dream. She was lying on her own bed, naked, with an equally naked vampire beneath her, and her best friend shaking her shoulder.

“Are they okay?” Dawn ran into the room, took one look, shrieked, and ran out faster than she’d arrived, colliding with Tara in the hall.

“Fuck!” Spike was sprawled on the bed beneath Buffy, his expression a mixture of confusion and extreme frustration.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god,” Willow ran to the door and half-closed it with herself on the outside. “We heard screaming, and we were afraid you were dying, so I ran in to wake you up, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, Willow. And it worked,” said Buffy. “She’s gone.”

“And I bloody well still haven’t come,” muttered Spike, dropping back on the bed and looking very indignant when Buffy began to laugh.

Chapter Eleven

Just one more chapter to go…

Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/259876.html