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A little note: This is a Buffy/Spike (challange/dare) fanfic. It was originally written for Buffy/Spike shipper sites so if you aren't a fan of the show or a fan of the idea or Buffy and Spike getting together, you may not understand a lot of the episode referrences. I do not own any of the charactrs, blah, blah, blah.
Spike, Ticklish? (R)
A fanfic written in response to a dare by Paige. "I
dare you to write a tickle-fetish fic w/Buffy and
Spike and dedicate it to me." This fic is dedicated to
Paige. Sick, twisted Paige. = )
Buffy woke up with a start. She hadn't even realized
that she'd fallen asleep. The last thing she
remembered was laying down on the couch with Spike,
getting ready to watch some tv, but mostly talking
about whatever was on their minds. She twisted around
in the slumbering vampire's embrace. He looked so
content, almost more angelic than demon. For once that
cocky grin wasn't anywhere to be found on his pale
face. Instead there was only peace there. That was
soon to change. Buffy had plans for Spike. She'd been
plotting since last week when she first discovered
Spike's hidden weakness. Until then the only
vulnerabilities he seemed to have were Dru, and Buffy.
Until last week. After a particular long and busy
patrol they'd gone back to her place for some tea,
blood and cuddling. She'd playfully jumped on him
while he was sitting on her couch and instead of
pulling her close and kissing her like he'd normally
do, he jerked and made a low painful groan. "My back
hurts." was all he said when she questioned. That's
when she decided he needed one of her "Word Famous
massages" and since Dawn and her mother were out of
town for the weekend, she knew they wouldn't be caught
in their living room with their shirts off...again. So
he removed his shirt, somewhat cautiously she noted,
and lay face down on her couch. There were some faint
bruises, probably from some of the stronger vampires
they'd staked that night. He'd actually taken some
good hits lately and he'd seemed distracted, a little
off with his fighting lately. Something was obviously
weighing very hard on his mind but she knew what it
was without having to ask. He'd begun to really worry
about the chip and never being able to remove it. She
regretted that knowledge because she still secretly
worried he'd turn on her if he ever got it out. She
also knew not to think to deeply on it because no
matter how worried she got, he worried ten times more
because he was having to go through it. Everyday the
threat from fellow demons who called him "Traitor" was
growing larger. So it came to no surprise to Buffy how
tense he was that night. She massaged up and down his
back, kneading the tension away as he sighed and began
to relax. That's when it happened. She'd been caught
up in her thoughts on his present "chip situation"
that she didn't really notice when her hands moved
more towards his sides. He jumped and gasped,
startling her back into the present. He'd gotten very
still, like he hoped she wouldn't notice his reaction.
Buffy grinned and went back to her massage, putting
his mind at ease. Then without warning her hands were
back at his sides, digging and tickling. The blonde
vampire went nuts. He erupted into hysterical laughter
and began bucking beneath her touches after only a few
seconds. If he'd needed to breathe, he would have been
sorely lacking by the time she stopped. She was
surprised to find herself laughing as well. Spike was
ticklish! Not just a little ticklish, a lot ticklish!
"You're ticklish!" She exclaimed, making the
understatement of the year. "No...no I'm not." Spike
growled and attempted to rise and push the gloating
slayer off his back. "Really?" she said mischievously
as she began poking him along the sides of his ribs
and stomach. "Nn-oo....not a b-bit." He denied amidst
giggles. Spike was giggling. He wasn't sure whether to
be furious with her or not. He was too shocked. The
only other person in the world who knew of this
weakness was Dru, and she had exploited that knowledge
on several occasions. He wasn't shocked to find that
he couldn't move her off of him however, tickling had
always made him weak. Now he wasn't sure what to do,
all he could do was giggle and he hated giggling.
Buffy then began pinching his sides around his hips.
That's when Spike had enough. "Stop!! Ahhhaaaaaaa!
Buffy!!!!!!!! Bloody. ... STOP!" Buffy stopped and got
off his back. He bolted up and grabbed his duster,
hurriedly putting it on to cover himself up. Buffy
panicked. "Oh shit. He's mad." He practically stomped
over to her, Buffy took a defensive stance out of
habit and was totally taken aback when Spike didn't
yell or attack, but grabbed her up in one smooth
motion to kiss her. They stayed that way, kissing
passionately, hands wandering a little until Spike's
hands found their way to Buffy's waist and starting
pinching. She broke the kiss immediately and jumped
back giggling. "Not nice!" she cried. "Well" he said
evenly, "it wasn't very nice of you to pin me down and
tickle the bloody crap out of me either Slayer." Then
he grinned, "But I can understand if you just couldn't
keep your hands off me and my hot little body." He
pulled his duster open a little wider to reveal more
of his bare chest. That's pretty much where it had
ended. From there they had just settled in to watching
t.v. and talking about slaying. Oh, some groping too
but afterwards, just talking since Joyce was due home
any moment. Now she had him unconscious, on the couch
at his place and she planned to take advantage. Spike
didn't have a flair for decorating. His crypt was
pretty much bare with the exception his his t.v.,
couch, coffee table and the ugly metal pipe that went
through the floor and ceiling besides the couch. She'd
asked him once why he'd decided to put the nice,
stolen couch by the ugly pipe and he answered, "It
dresses the pole up, gives the place that nice homey
feeling. Otherwise it'd be: nice stolen couch, empty
space, ugly pipe, empty space." His rationalization
puzzled her but it was Spike-thinking. It didn't have
to make sense, just make her feel loved and sexy. But
Buffy-thinking was telling her that having control of
Spike through just a few strokes of a few fingers made
her feel sexy. She made up her mind and got the
handcuffs Spike kept for them in his bedroom, which
was somewhat better decorated but that was besides the
point. Knowing that Spike usually slept pretty deeply
she felt comfortable in slowly raising his arms above
his head and slipping the handcuffs around the pipe
and clicking them shut around his wrists. With that
done she laid back down beside him and waited for him
to wake up. However, the slayer was impatient. She
decided to help him wake up, eager to see his face
when he realized the surprise she had in store for
him. She straddled his waist and getting comfortable,
began tracing random patterns on his chest. She was
glad that he'd decided to remove his shirt before they
apparently fell asleep. He was beginning to stir when
she ran her fingernails down his abdomen, just above
his jeans. "Hello there lu-v" he said as he woke up
and realized that he couldn't move his arms down to
embrace her. "What the -" Buffy acted fast and moved a
single finger to his mouth, pressing against his lips,
silencing him before he protested. "Shhhhh....." She
bent down and kissed him once, firmly but gently and
pulled back to look into his confusion filled blue
eyes. That look changed when she resumed her actions
with her fingers. "Now wait a minute..." "Shh!!!" she
hissed again. He quieted this time only because she
had begun to slowly walk her fingers up to his
armpits. He began to pant unnecessarily as she got
closer and closer to her destination. "Buffy!" he
cried as her fingers touched his under arms. He
tensed, expecting to feel the irresistible tickling
sensations to overwhelm him. Nothing happened. Her
fingers simply rested in his armpits, keeping him
tense. He looked at her panicked and questioning. She
repositioned her nails just a few inches above his
armpits and began to slowly draw them down his
bisceps. He arched his back, pushing Buffy up as well,
but she continued. He actually whimpered softly as her
nails made their agonizingly slow path through his
underarms. Then she stopped and he fell back, thinking
it was over. That's when she really dug in. He was
hysterical in no time. He shook his head and bucked,
still Buffy continued to mercilessly tickle his
hyperticklish underarms. Then she moved on to his
ribs, counting each one as she went, causing Spike to
nearly throw her off of him. She was enjoying herself
immensely. Spike was going crazy. He clearly could not
stand her tickling but he was trying to retain some
sort of control over himself so as not to beg nor hurt
her in order to stop her. She gave him a short break,
in which he mostly tugged at his handcuffs, before
swallowing his pride to plead. "Buffy come on. Pet,
you've had your bit of fun now let me go." She began
to move herself down his body to sit on his legs, her
hands positioning themselves at his knees. "Come on!
Don't do that! Ah!" He cried as her nimble hands began
to squeeze just above and around his knees. "Buffy!
Cut it out! Ahh! Please love! Bloody stop!" And she
did. She looked into his eyes and grinned evilly. "If
I "bloody stop" what are you gonna do to me huh?"
Spike didn't know how to answer. He wanted to get his
arms untied and he wanted to stalk off and leave her
there, maybe shake her a little for putting him
through this but another part of him just wanted to
shag her brains out. Spike wasn't used to being
dominated. If anyone dared to try he'd rip their lungs
out but Buffy was different. He was speechless too
long for Buffy, who was growing impatient with the
silence. She reached up to pinch his sides a
little and dragged her nails slowly down his stomach,
causing him to giggle and end the silence. "Aw, is the
Big Bad too ticklish to talk?" "Slayer!" She stopped,
waiting for him to say something. She knew what she
wanted to hear and taunting and bullying Spike into
saying it made her more excited than she already was.
"Let me go pet, and I'll shag your brains out." His
gaze was a little shaken, but still intense. Dragging
her hands over the crotch of his jeans assured her
that he meant it. She moved up on him, rubbing against
him as she did and lowered her face to his stomach.
Spike tensed as she did so, but she proceeded to lick
instead of tickle and he once again relaxed. She
licked up his chest and her hands ran up his chest to
his arms, causing the blonde vampire to shiver and
moan as she stopped to tease his nipples a little. She
pushed the small button on the hand cuffs and set his
arms free, leaving one wrist with the cuffs dangling.
The first thing he did was grab her around the back of
the head and pull her to him for a hard, passionate
kiss. Afterwards she freed his other hand of the cuffs
and went to take off her shirt. He grabbed her hands
before she could and leaned in close. "Not yet pet."
And he slowly pulled up her shirt from the bottom with
one hand, giving her quick tickles as he did so with
the other. The rest of the night went as most other
nights she spent in Spike's crypt went. They shagged,
cuddled and talked and shagged more. The difference
was, during the cuddling and talking, Spike was
plotting a little vengeance of his own. The slayer
would be in for a surprise the next time she woke up
too. He grinned to himself as she curled up against
him after her 3rd orgasm. He was starting to like this game.
Spike, Ticklish? (R)
A fanfic written in response to a dare by Paige. "I
dare you to write a tickle-fetish fic w/Buffy and
Spike and dedicate it to me." This fic is dedicated to
Paige. Sick, twisted Paige. = )
Buffy woke up with a start. She hadn't even realized
that she'd fallen asleep. The last thing she
remembered was laying down on the couch with Spike,
getting ready to watch some tv, but mostly talking
about whatever was on their minds. She twisted around
in the slumbering vampire's embrace. He looked so
content, almost more angelic than demon. For once that
cocky grin wasn't anywhere to be found on his pale
face. Instead there was only peace there. That was
soon to change. Buffy had plans for Spike. She'd been
plotting since last week when she first discovered
Spike's hidden weakness. Until then the only
vulnerabilities he seemed to have were Dru, and Buffy.
Until last week. After a particular long and busy
patrol they'd gone back to her place for some tea,
blood and cuddling. She'd playfully jumped on him
while he was sitting on her couch and instead of
pulling her close and kissing her like he'd normally
do, he jerked and made a low painful groan. "My back
hurts." was all he said when she questioned. That's
when she decided he needed one of her "Word Famous
massages" and since Dawn and her mother were out of
town for the weekend, she knew they wouldn't be caught
in their living room with their shirts off...again. So
he removed his shirt, somewhat cautiously she noted,
and lay face down on her couch. There were some faint
bruises, probably from some of the stronger vampires
they'd staked that night. He'd actually taken some
good hits lately and he'd seemed distracted, a little
off with his fighting lately. Something was obviously
weighing very hard on his mind but she knew what it
was without having to ask. He'd begun to really worry
about the chip and never being able to remove it. She
regretted that knowledge because she still secretly
worried he'd turn on her if he ever got it out. She
also knew not to think to deeply on it because no
matter how worried she got, he worried ten times more
because he was having to go through it. Everyday the
threat from fellow demons who called him "Traitor" was
growing larger. So it came to no surprise to Buffy how
tense he was that night. She massaged up and down his
back, kneading the tension away as he sighed and began
to relax. That's when it happened. She'd been caught
up in her thoughts on his present "chip situation"
that she didn't really notice when her hands moved
more towards his sides. He jumped and gasped,
startling her back into the present. He'd gotten very
still, like he hoped she wouldn't notice his reaction.
Buffy grinned and went back to her massage, putting
his mind at ease. Then without warning her hands were
back at his sides, digging and tickling. The blonde
vampire went nuts. He erupted into hysterical laughter
and began bucking beneath her touches after only a few
seconds. If he'd needed to breathe, he would have been
sorely lacking by the time she stopped. She was
surprised to find herself laughing as well. Spike was
ticklish! Not just a little ticklish, a lot ticklish!
"You're ticklish!" She exclaimed, making the
understatement of the year. "No...no I'm not." Spike
growled and attempted to rise and push the gloating
slayer off his back. "Really?" she said mischievously
as she began poking him along the sides of his ribs
and stomach. "Nn-oo....not a b-bit." He denied amidst
giggles. Spike was giggling. He wasn't sure whether to
be furious with her or not. He was too shocked. The
only other person in the world who knew of this
weakness was Dru, and she had exploited that knowledge
on several occasions. He wasn't shocked to find that
he couldn't move her off of him however, tickling had
always made him weak. Now he wasn't sure what to do,
all he could do was giggle and he hated giggling.
Buffy then began pinching his sides around his hips.
That's when Spike had enough. "Stop!! Ahhhaaaaaaa!
Buffy!!!!!!!! Bloody. ... STOP!" Buffy stopped and got
off his back. He bolted up and grabbed his duster,
hurriedly putting it on to cover himself up. Buffy
panicked. "Oh shit. He's mad." He practically stomped
over to her, Buffy took a defensive stance out of
habit and was totally taken aback when Spike didn't
yell or attack, but grabbed her up in one smooth
motion to kiss her. They stayed that way, kissing
passionately, hands wandering a little until Spike's
hands found their way to Buffy's waist and starting
pinching. She broke the kiss immediately and jumped
back giggling. "Not nice!" she cried. "Well" he said
evenly, "it wasn't very nice of you to pin me down and
tickle the bloody crap out of me either Slayer." Then
he grinned, "But I can understand if you just couldn't
keep your hands off me and my hot little body." He
pulled his duster open a little wider to reveal more
of his bare chest. That's pretty much where it had
ended. From there they had just settled in to watching
t.v. and talking about slaying. Oh, some groping too
but afterwards, just talking since Joyce was due home
any moment. Now she had him unconscious, on the couch
at his place and she planned to take advantage. Spike
didn't have a flair for decorating. His crypt was
pretty much bare with the exception his his t.v.,
couch, coffee table and the ugly metal pipe that went
through the floor and ceiling besides the couch. She'd
asked him once why he'd decided to put the nice,
stolen couch by the ugly pipe and he answered, "It
dresses the pole up, gives the place that nice homey
feeling. Otherwise it'd be: nice stolen couch, empty
space, ugly pipe, empty space." His rationalization
puzzled her but it was Spike-thinking. It didn't have
to make sense, just make her feel loved and sexy. But
Buffy-thinking was telling her that having control of
Spike through just a few strokes of a few fingers made
her feel sexy. She made up her mind and got the
handcuffs Spike kept for them in his bedroom, which
was somewhat better decorated but that was besides the
point. Knowing that Spike usually slept pretty deeply
she felt comfortable in slowly raising his arms above
his head and slipping the handcuffs around the pipe
and clicking them shut around his wrists. With that
done she laid back down beside him and waited for him
to wake up. However, the slayer was impatient. She
decided to help him wake up, eager to see his face
when he realized the surprise she had in store for
him. She straddled his waist and getting comfortable,
began tracing random patterns on his chest. She was
glad that he'd decided to remove his shirt before they
apparently fell asleep. He was beginning to stir when
she ran her fingernails down his abdomen, just above
his jeans. "Hello there lu-v" he said as he woke up
and realized that he couldn't move his arms down to
embrace her. "What the -" Buffy acted fast and moved a
single finger to his mouth, pressing against his lips,
silencing him before he protested. "Shhhhh....." She
bent down and kissed him once, firmly but gently and
pulled back to look into his confusion filled blue
eyes. That look changed when she resumed her actions
with her fingers. "Now wait a minute..." "Shh!!!" she
hissed again. He quieted this time only because she
had begun to slowly walk her fingers up to his
armpits. He began to pant unnecessarily as she got
closer and closer to her destination. "Buffy!" he
cried as her fingers touched his under arms. He
tensed, expecting to feel the irresistible tickling
sensations to overwhelm him. Nothing happened. Her
fingers simply rested in his armpits, keeping him
tense. He looked at her panicked and questioning. She
repositioned her nails just a few inches above his
armpits and began to slowly draw them down his
bisceps. He arched his back, pushing Buffy up as well,
but she continued. He actually whimpered softly as her
nails made their agonizingly slow path through his
underarms. Then she stopped and he fell back, thinking
it was over. That's when she really dug in. He was
hysterical in no time. He shook his head and bucked,
still Buffy continued to mercilessly tickle his
hyperticklish underarms. Then she moved on to his
ribs, counting each one as she went, causing Spike to
nearly throw her off of him. She was enjoying herself
immensely. Spike was going crazy. He clearly could not
stand her tickling but he was trying to retain some
sort of control over himself so as not to beg nor hurt
her in order to stop her. She gave him a short break,
in which he mostly tugged at his handcuffs, before
swallowing his pride to plead. "Buffy come on. Pet,
you've had your bit of fun now let me go." She began
to move herself down his body to sit on his legs, her
hands positioning themselves at his knees. "Come on!
Don't do that! Ah!" He cried as her nimble hands began
to squeeze just above and around his knees. "Buffy!
Cut it out! Ahh! Please love! Bloody stop!" And she
did. She looked into his eyes and grinned evilly. "If
I "bloody stop" what are you gonna do to me huh?"
Spike didn't know how to answer. He wanted to get his
arms untied and he wanted to stalk off and leave her
there, maybe shake her a little for putting him
through this but another part of him just wanted to
shag her brains out. Spike wasn't used to being
dominated. If anyone dared to try he'd rip their lungs
out but Buffy was different. He was speechless too
long for Buffy, who was growing impatient with the
silence. She reached up to pinch his sides a
little and dragged her nails slowly down his stomach,
causing him to giggle and end the silence. "Aw, is the
Big Bad too ticklish to talk?" "Slayer!" She stopped,
waiting for him to say something. She knew what she
wanted to hear and taunting and bullying Spike into
saying it made her more excited than she already was.
"Let me go pet, and I'll shag your brains out." His
gaze was a little shaken, but still intense. Dragging
her hands over the crotch of his jeans assured her
that he meant it. She moved up on him, rubbing against
him as she did and lowered her face to his stomach.
Spike tensed as she did so, but she proceeded to lick
instead of tickle and he once again relaxed. She
licked up his chest and her hands ran up his chest to
his arms, causing the blonde vampire to shiver and
moan as she stopped to tease his nipples a little. She
pushed the small button on the hand cuffs and set his
arms free, leaving one wrist with the cuffs dangling.
The first thing he did was grab her around the back of
the head and pull her to him for a hard, passionate
kiss. Afterwards she freed his other hand of the cuffs
and went to take off her shirt. He grabbed her hands
before she could and leaned in close. "Not yet pet."
And he slowly pulled up her shirt from the bottom with
one hand, giving her quick tickles as he did so with
the other. The rest of the night went as most other
nights she spent in Spike's crypt went. They shagged,
cuddled and talked and shagged more. The difference
was, during the cuddling and talking, Spike was
plotting a little vengeance of his own. The slayer
would be in for a surprise the next time she woke up
too. He grinned to himself as she curled up against
him after her 3rd orgasm. He was starting to like this game.
