Title: Spike Gets a Driving Lesson
Author: PoshcatThe car screamed. Spike closed his eyes. "You don't have to turn the key again, love. The car's already started."
Buffy pursed her lips. "Oh." She hunched forward and gripped the steering wheel like it was someone's neck. Not pointing any fingers.
"Now ease up on the brake... ease up... ease up... ease up..." The car lurched forward and stalled. Spike nodded. "Good. Good try."
Buffy stared into the pie slice of visibility cast by the headlights. "If you say one more word, I will remove your lower intestine. It's not like you're using it."
"Don't get snippy at me! I am being patient beyond the bloody call of duty here!" Spike desperately needed a cigarette, but Giles would give birth to a litter of kittens if Spike lit up in his precious car.
She glared at him. "I don't even want to do this! You are forcing me to do this. You suck."
"Yeah, that's a new one. Very fresh. Now start the car."
She started the car. "I've done just fine without knowing how to drive right up until fifteen minutes ago. I've done great. My undriving greatness is well-known."
"There's no excuse for a girl your age not knowing how to drive. It's a basic skill, for God's sake. Like shooting pool. Now put it into gear."
Buffy turned the key. The car screamed.
"You don't have to turn the..."
Buffy punched him in the head. He bounced off the window, then shook his finger at her. "Don't try to change the subject. You are going to learn how to drive. You're the fucking Slayer and you have to ask for rides to the movies! Now put it into gear."
Buffy let out a huge, long-suffering sigh. She put her hand on the gearshift and shifted it into first. "I'm sorry, Spike," she said as she did it, "it's just so hard."
He shrugged. "I know, but once you get the general..." He lost his train of thought as Buffy's hand moved down the gear stick. And then back up. And then back down.
"It's so hard," she said to no one in particular.
"You're not going to distract me with your little... performance art..." He lost his train of thought again when her left hand disappeared under her skirt. She leaned back in her seat and rubbed her fingertips over her panties.
Spike reached over and turned off the engine. "You can take your foot off the brake now."
Buffy turned the headlights off, too, and smiled as the nice, concealing darkness closed in. She slid her panties off and put them on his lap for safekeeping. Then she hiked her skirt out of the way and spread her legs for him. Spike made a little noise. Like he was swallowing his tongue.
He was keenly interested as Buffy started to masturbate for him. She let him suck on her fingers, then ran them over herself, slow at first, but building up some speed, lifting her hips. She moaned, and so did Spike. He leaned over and kissed her, as soft as the darkness. Then he put his hand over hers and started to guide her. Buffy's kisses grew urgent. Wet. He let his thumb brush over her clit.
When she started to shake, Buffy stopped him and climbed over the gear stick, right into his lap. She kissed him again as she eased his seat all the way back, and yet again as her hands pushed between their bodies to undo his jeans. She pulled away and stared at him as she worked his cock out of his jeans. It took some coaxing, he was so hard. He kept his hands at his side, enjoying it fully. He smiled when she hesitated. "You wouldn't dare," he said. It was a dare.
She got off of him. He gave a panicky groan as she twisted around. It took him a moment to realize what was happening until her pussy was in his face. Then she was lowering herself onto his cock. She was so wet he probably drove into her a little harder than she'd planned, at least by the whimper she made. He dug his fingers into the car seat as she started to pump.
It didn't take long before there was no such thing as too hard. He grabbed her hips and thrust her against him, but it wasn't until Buffy decided to brace herself with a hand on the dash that she came, crying out into the windshield.
That's about the time that Giles knocked on the window. He stood with his back to the car, his jacket pulled up against his face. They froze, but it wasn't like he was going to go away. Buffy opened the window.
"If you must... do that... could you please go somewhere else other than in front of my apartment," said Giles despairingly. Then he scurried back up the sidewalk.
Buffy removed herself from Spike's cock. She opened the car door and spilled out, wobbly as all hell. She reached back into the car and plucked her panties off his lap. "I hate you," she said, and flounced away.
"But - but what about...?" he stammered. Little Spike couldn't believe it either. They sat there for a minute, commiserating together at the hell women put men through. Then he climbed over the stick shift and drove home. Giles could fucking walk over and pick up his car in the morning.