Title: One Way to Deal with a Drunken Vampire

Author: Karya

karya-mac@cybergal.com

Rating: NC17

Summary: A missing scene from 'Lover's Walk'. What Spike did after he left the magic shop and before he drove away from Sunnydale.

Spoilers: Lover's Walk

Distribution: My Treachery Index; elsewhere: just ask

Declaration: I don't own the charactors, they belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and WB.

Feedback: Better than se...chocolate anyday.

Notes: Ok, this is an antidote to all those fics that marry Joyce off and pack her off to another town or country in the first two lines. What does she need another husband for? She's only just got rid of one. In the immortal words of Cyndi Lauper, 'Girls just wanna have fun!'

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The banging on the door went on and on and on. Joyce swore under her breath. She'd

been in the middle of a wonderful dream involving palm trees, golden beaches,

delicious food and a sexy male body to eat it off. She must stop reading 'How Stella got her

Groove Back' before bed.

She put on her wrap and went downstairs. "Who is it?" She called through the door.

The banging stopped. "Er... Joyce, s'me... Shpike.... I've come to say I'm ver, ver

sorry." Spike slurred almost every word, drunkenly. She looked out of the window. He

was slumped against the door. "Open the door luv. I won't hurt yer. Got summut for

yer." He bashed his shoulder against the door almost shaking it out of the frame.

Joyce sighed and opened it. Spike fell into the hall, tripped, rolled and landed at her

feet. He held a slightly battered bunch of flowers in his hand. He held it up to her. "For

you!" He said with a beaming smile. "For listening.... I'm going to go get Dru back...

right now... just as soon as the world turns the right way up."

She helped him up. He staggered and grabbed hold of her for support. "Oh Spike." She

said, severely. "Drinking doesn't help."

Spike looked puzzled. "Dunnit? It always has before."

Joyce sighed again. "Thank you for the flowers Spike. I didn't mind listening... though

the ripping my throat out and fighting with Buffy part wasn't too much fun." She

pushed him gently toward the door. "Off you go to find your Dru... better go now...

before you forget what you want to say to her."

He beamed at Joyce again and, taking the flowers, he staggered into the lounge and

sprawled on the couch. "No problem 'bout that, we're not big on talking me and Dru. I'll

just torture her into taking me back. A few thumbscrews... tie her up somewhere

bright for a few days... make her eat rats.... Be all over me in no time. Don't know why

I didn't think of it before.... Been hanging with humans too much, that's my trouble."

Joyce walked over to him. "Look Spike, I don't want to be unfriendly, but... it's late and

I want to go to sleep and you really need to set off now if you want to get

somewhere... unsunny by daybreak."

He ignored her. He looked up at her and said. "The slayer's lucky having a mum like

you. I never had a mum. She died when I was born.... It happened a lot then." He sat up

and pulled Joyce down, wrapping his arms round her. "I never had anyone to love me."

He buried his head in her shoulder and sniffed. Joyce struggled to get up, but he was

too strong.

"Spike! Let go! You're crushing me!" He slackened his hold a little, looking at her

sorrowfully. She forced herself to smile at him. "I think I'd better go and put those

flowers in some water."

Again, he ignored her. "I never felt her hands holding me." He pushed the wrap off her

shoulders exposing her breasts. "I never felt her warm tits in my mouth." He cupped

one of her breasts and covered the nipple with his cold mouth, sucking hard and licking

the sensitive skin with his rough tongue.

Joyce shifted uneasily as a familiar heat shot straight down her body to her cunt. Her

stomach tightened as he continued, slowly suckling the erect nipple. He pulled away

and she let out an involuntary moan. He laughed. He didn't seem that drunk anymore.

He licked his way slowly across to her other nipple. He smiled and sucked it in, licking

and gently biting as the heat spread all through her body. His hands started to stroke

her back and ass under the wrap, sending shivers up her spine. She suddenly came to

her senses and tried to pull away. "You've got to stop! Now! What if Buffy comes

home?"

Spike grinned. "You can ask her very nicely to let me finish before she stakes me." He

pulled her down and kissed her hungrily, caressing her mouth with his tongue. She had

now realized she wasn't going to get away, in fact she wasn't sure she wanted to. She

decided it was going to be much more enjoyable to humor him and kissed him back,

exploring the cold surfaces of his mouth and entwining his tongue with hers. He moved

his mouth to her jaw, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin on her face and neck before

licking his way back down to her breasts and swirling his tongue round each nipple in

turn.

"Oh God... that feels so good!" She moaned. He tore the wrap off her body leaving her

naked. One of his hands slid down between her legs, stroking her swollen, wet lips. "Oh,

what the Hell!" She said, straddling him and grinding her inflamed clit against his

crotch. Booze obviously didn't affect vampires the same way it affected humans.

There was a huge, hard bulge for her to rub against.

She pulled away and, taking hold of his shirt firmly, ripped it open. He growled but she

ignored him, twisting and pinching his erect nipples. The growl turned into a purr and

he thrust his crotch up against her hot cunt. She bent down and tortured his nipples

with her teeth and lips while undoing his pants and slipping her hands inside. "Mmmm!"

She said with a smirk, gripping him tightly. "Now I know why you're called Spike."

With his help she pulled his pants down to his knees and gazed at his long, stiff cock.

She licked her lips and smiled, this was going to be fun. She pushed him backwards and

stroked his erection firmly. Spike frowned at her. "Hey! Who's in control here?"

Joyce looked at him, wide eyed. "You are of course." She moved up so that the wet

heat of her pussy was over his cock. "You're the big, bad vampire taking advantage of

poor little me." She guided the head into her tight entrance. "Now shut up and fuck

me." She thrust down on his long, cold shaft, panting as it stretched her, filling her.

She moved slowly up and down him, the heat of her body engulfing him. It was driving

him mad. He pushed himself upright and took one of her erect, sensitive nipples in his

mouth, instantly her muscles tightened around his cock. She quickened the pace,

rubbing her clit against his pelvis. He started to thrust up into her, matching her

rhythm. The heat was building, every thrust jolting her clit and sending her higher and

higher until she came, throwing her head back and impaling herself on him. Her

passage gripped him as it spasmed round him. When her body finally finished shaking,

she collapsed against him.

He put his mouth on her exposed neck, sucking and licking the pulsing vein. She pulled

away and frowned at him. He shrugged. "If I was going to do it, don't you think I

would've by now."

"I wouldn't know. I'm not good on vampires."

"Doing fine so far."

Joyce laughed and pulled off him carefully. He was still rock hard. She bent down and

licked him, tasting her juices on him. She pulled his cock upright and sucked the end

into her mouth. He jumped at the feel of her warm lips on him. She circled the head

with her tongue, licking the tiny drops of cum from along the slit before gradually

taking him further into her mouth. She sucked hard on him and swirled her tongue

round him as she swallowed, until the sensitive glands were buried deep in her throat.

He shut his eyes, concentrating solely on the eight inches of his body immersed in her

mouth. Her lips massaged the base, her tongue stimulated the skin of his shaft and

her throat muscles contracted rhythmically around the head. He tried to hold back as

his balls tightened, this was definitely the best thing that had happened to him all day,

but all it took was her hands starting to stroke his inner thighs, for him to shoot his

load straight down her throat. She swallowed him down eagerly, licking her lips.

He was no longer holding onto her, so she took the chance to get away, grab her torn

wrap and pull it round her. He caught her before she had chance to get further than

the back of the couch. "Where d'yer think yer going, luv?" he said with a growl. "I've

not finished yet." He pushed her over the back of the couch and started to rub her

clit. "I'm gonna fuck you over the back of the sofa. All you're gonna feel is my dick

pounding inside you and all you're gonna hear is the sound of my thighs slapping

against your arse. D'yer want that?"

"Oh god! Yes!"

He laughed and plunged inside her. His fingers massaging her tender clit while he

rammed his long, cold cock into her welcoming pussy. He set up a fast, hard rhythm,

driving deep inside her with every stroke. She throbbed around him as he quickly

brought her to orgasm, her pussy squeezing and flexing round him. This made him

thrust even harder, until he came inside her with a strangled cry, his cock twitching

and jerking as it pumped his cum into her body.

Joyce stood upright as he pulled out of her. She turned and looked at him. "Mmm." She

said, stroking the hard muscles of his chest. "I could get used to this... Of course,

we'll have to keep it from Buffy."

Spike looked at her suspiciously, not a bit drunk anymore. "Keep what from Buffy?"

She laughed. "Our relationship, of course."

Spike swallowed. "Relationship?"

"Yes." Joyce smiled at him. "I'll just go and put your lovely flowers in some water...

then we can discuss it." She picked up the flowers and went into the kitchen, closing

the door behind her.

Through a gap in the door, she watched him run out of the house, pulling his pants up

as he went. The car door slammed, the engine started up and his car screeched away.

She smiled to herself. Vampires weren't that different from humans after all. She

walked over to the front door and locked it.

Joyce climbed the stairs, her pussy felt sore and her clit ached. "Oh well." She said to

herself. "That was a bit more interesting than a vibrator and a dirty book."

The End