The Thong by Athenewolfe
 
 
Chapter #1 - The Thong
 
Buffy and Spike sat in the car arguing over who got to tell Angel they were engaged and whether Spike should go alone. At least arguing as much as they could in between the passionate kisses, it was a wonder they had managed to keep their clothes on all the way to LA. Even if said clothes had been unzipped and pushed to one side.

“Look Slayer, he is my Sire and I should be the one to break it to him. We are demons luv, he is going to react badly and I need to protect you from this.”

Buffy pouted, “But he is my ex and you got to tell my Daddy we were getting married. I want to!”

After much pouting and some nibbling, Spike finally consented.

They had barely made it out of the car when Spike realized that Buffy’s new skirt had managed to get turned around again. “Here luv, let me help you with that.”

Seeing the gleam in his eyes she backed up into Spike hoping it would stop his wandering hands from removing her thong yet again.

Buffy couldn’t help but notice Spike’s straining erection. “Ohhh Spiky, I thought I took care of that on the car ride up here.”

Spike smirked, “Vampire constitution luv.”

Buffy started to grind herself into Spike’s erection as his hands managed to find the prize, her sopping white thong. He removed it and threw them over his shoulder. “Thought I told you I didn’t want you to wear any knickers.”

Buffy tried to turn around and pout, but was surrounded by strong vampiric arms. “Trust me luv?” he seductively purred.

Buffy nodded. In a flash Spike had his duster off and placed it on the car. Unzipping his fly he bent her over the hood of the car. Feeling how wet she was with excitement he plunged inside her. He had every intention of taking it slow and gentle, but the Slayer would have none of it. She squirmed, bucked and demanded that his demon be let out to play. Growling, Spike vamped and bit into the Slayer claiming her as his own.

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Angel came out of the Hyperion to investigate the strange growling noises. He couldn’t figure out what the odor he smelled could be. It was reminiscent of arousal, but it had been so long since he had truly inspired lust in anyone he couldn’t be sure. As he walked along, he spotted a white thong. Bending down to pick it up, he never noticed the pointed tree branch on the ground. Tripping, his last thought was to wonder if the panties would fit him, as the branch went through his heart ending his existence.

Fini

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Wulfie's challenge was to write a ficlit where Angel trips, falls on a stake and kills himself. Okay so it's a tree branch but hey you got Spuffy and Angel dust. - Yep sex, drugs and oops I forgot the rock and roll.