Title: Young Lust
Rating: NC-17 for SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. PWP…with plot. Yes they do sometimes come like that.
Summary: Buffy is the good girl/bad girl who starts babysitting for Angel’s four-year-old daughter, while lusting after him. Can Angel withstand the temptation to take what he wants even though she’s only 17?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the Evil Joss. The smut is me!
A/N: Written for Dani, who was jonesing for a little B/A Smut with a plot!
I hope it’s all you wanted sweetie!
“You need a new babysitter mate. You’ve got to get out into the world and you can’t do that if you have to stay home and watch the kid.” Spike said in frustration. His best friend, Angel, who was practically a brother to him had the most boring, hum-drum live that he had ever seen anyone live. And he had no idea why.
He was a good-looking guy, he always had girls drooling over him, he was rich, he had his freedom, he had a beautiful sweet four-year-old daughter, and he ran his own business. The man pretty much had it all.
But all he ever did was work. Work, work, work that’s all his life consisted of. He never spent any time with his kid; he barely spent time with his friends anymore. Hell, he didn’t even have a nightly lay! Which made Spike wonder just when he’d last gotten laid.
Angel ignored Spike as he looked over the proposal for tomorrow’s meeting. He hated this conversation and it always came up. Why couldn’t he just leave him alone to live his life the way he wanted too? There was nothing wrong with it. He was a good provider for his daughter and that was his only thought, to make the world better for her. His own personal needs came last.
“Spike I’ve told you a million times, I don’t have time.”
Spike snorted at him. “Angelus you own your own company for fucks’ sake…make time.”
Angel was about to retort when a little blonde haired girl came skipping into the room. When she saw Spike she ran over to him. “Uncle Spike!” She flew at his leg and held on with all her might squeezing him so he couldn’t get away.
“Hey Niblet, how are you doing today?” Spike leaned down and pried her arms off from around his leg and then picked her up. He held her in his arms while he wiped away at the crumbs that were on her face.
She smiled at happily at him while trying to swat away his hand. “I okay. I ate lots and lots of cookies!” She exclaimed quite proud of herself.
Spike chuckled at her, God she was cute. Thank God she took after Angel and not her bitch of a dead mother. “Yes pet I can see that. How many did you have?” He asked.
She looked up at the ceiling then back at him. “I don’t know but it was a lot.” She held up for his appraisal an empty Chips Ahoy bag.
Spike took the bag and turned crossed eyes to Angel. “Geez Angel, see...” he held the empty bag out shaking it, as the crumbs fell out of the bag and onto the rug. “…this is why you need a new babysitter. The Niblets gone and ate the whole bag!”
Angel finally looked up from the proposal to see Spike holding his daughter and shaking cookie crumbs out on his $800 rug. “Hey…hey, watch the crumbs please, unless you want to vacuum.” Then he turned back to his proposal.
Kathy looked from her daddy back to her favorite Uncle. “Is okay Uncle Spike, daddy said so.”
“Oh he did, did he?” She shook her head; her little blonde curls bopping up and down.
“And will Daddy take care of you when your little belly starts to rumble.” He placed his hand on her belly and shook it, making Kathy laugh with glee. “Stop Uncle Spike, that tickles!”
“Okay Niblet…” He put her on the floor “…why don’t you go clean up a little while I talk to Daddy some more.”
“Otay.” Just as quickly as she skipped into the room, she happily skipped out.
Spike brushed the crumbs off his shirt and sat down in front of Angel, staring at him and scolding him at the same time.
“I don’t want to hear it Spike, she’s fine.”
“Yeah, until she dies from junk food poisoning.”
Angel sighed and finally looked up. “Look what would you have me do! I tried to get a new babysitter but they keep leaving. They all say the same thing, she’s too wild and they can’t control her.”
He sat back and ran his hands over his eyes. He honestly didn’t know what to do anymore when it came to Kathy. He really wanted to do the right thing, she was his daughter, and he loved her to death. But he was at his wits end. He knew he didn’t spend enough time with her and that was probably why she was so wild. But he had a business to run, a business that would one day be hers, a business that put food on the table and clothes on her back.
Spike felt for his friend he understood where he was coming from, but he also understood Kathy, and he knew a little something about wild young girls. He smirked, thinking of one in particular; talk about wild, that one could throw a wrench in anyone’s well made plans.
Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. She needed something to do, some kind of responsibility, lord knows her brother couldn’t control her. She needed something to set her straight, plus she was really great with kids, he’d seen her playing with the ones on her block. They all looked up to her and respected her.
He looked at his friend who still had his nose in those damn papers, he definitely need a wrench thrown in his plan. And poor little Kathy needed someone to help show her the way.
Yes the more he thought about it the better it sounded. He stood up.
“Listen mate, I’m going to go say goodbye to Kathy, I got some business to take care of. I’ll be back later tonight.”
Angel barely heard him he was so wrapped up in looking over the documents for his important meeting tomorrow. He waved at him and mumbled something that sounded like sure.
Spike walked out of the library and down the hall to the bathroom, where Kathy was just finishing up washing her hands.
She smiled when she saw him. “We going to play a game now Uncle Spike?”
He got down on his knees and took her in his arms. “Fraid’ not Niblet I have to go see someone about a job.”
She pouted, “Oh okay.”
“Maybe Daddy will play with you.”
She lowered her eyes. “No Daddy’s too busy. He told me so.”
Spike’s heart broke for her, she was so sweet and it just wasn’t right that Angel wasn’t spending time with her. Well he hoped that his plan worked, if it did, things would be better for everyone.
He tweaked her nose, “Don’t you worry about it luv. I’ll be back later tonight with a new friend for you, someone who would love to play with you.”
Her eyes lit up, “Really?”
“Really. Until then why don’t you go to your room and watch a video.”
“Okay” She jumped out of his arms waving good-bye to him as she trotted down the hall. “See you later Uncle Spike.”
Spike watched her go with a smile. “I’ll see you later pet.”
Grabbing his coat he walked
out the door sparing Angel only one more glance. Shaking his head at him
he left the mansion. He checked his watch, 4:30pm; he had to get to
He pulled up to the house
and got out of his car and was immediately hit with the loud music of Alice In Chains blaring out of the little house on
Shaking his head but tapping his hand to the music as he walked, he made his way up to the door. He banged on in it several times but the music was too loud and there was no way the occupants of the house would hear him.
Sighing he opened the door and stepped inside. He glanced in the living room to find it empty but could clearly see the speakers rattling and the numerous small objects that had vibrated off the table and on to the floor.
Smiling he walked down the hall and into the kitchen. He stood in the door and stopped in his tracks, a warm mischievous smile on his face.
There she was, his little wild thing, it was a nickname he gave her years ago when she was ten and he was hanging out with her older brother Riley, and it just stuck with her.
She was leaning against the counter flipping through a magazine. She still had on her catholic school uniform, which was so short that he could practically see her underwear. His eyes raked down her form, she had on white socks that went up and over her knees. Her form-fitting jacket sat on her waist and rode up slightly since she was leaning and he could see the Celtic tattoo that she had on her lower back. Her hair was up in two ponytails and her head was swaying back and forth to the music.
She was quite the attraction and Spike being just a man, couldn’t help but stare at her perfect tight ass as it moved from side to side to the beat of the music.
“It’s not nice to stare you know.” She sweetly yelled over her shoulder.
Spike grinned and walked up to her he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, swatting her ass in the process. “Then you shouldn’t advertise it. Do you think you can lower the music!” He shouted at her.
She turned and smiled at him. “Old fart.” She teased him as she walked into the living room and lowered the radio.
Coming back into the kitchen she jumped up on the counter right in front of him. She sat there looking at him innocently legs spread just slightly and her feet swinging.
Spike looked up at her and just shook his head; closing her legs he patted her knee. “Ladies, don’t sit with their legs spread.”
She leaned down and teased him. “You know I’m no lady Spiky.” She purred.
Spike had to shake himself from the desire that she so easily invoked, he was definitely not going there again. “Listen pet I got a job for you.”
She peered at him speculatively. “What kind of job?”
“Don’t look at me like that…Christ you got a dirty mind. This is a respectable job.”
She laughed. “Respectable…and you want me for this job?”
“Listen you and I both know that you are not that big bad that you like everyone to believe, I know you…remember. And I know that you need some responsibility in your life, some structure.”
He stood up and walked over to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee, getting angry the more he thought about her situation. “That waste of a oxygen brother of yours doesn’t have the balls to do it himself, so it’s clear that someone else has too.”
“And that someone is you? Who the hell appointed you my guardian!”
He turned around to her, his voice calmed and lowered as he spoke. “Look don’t get your panties in a bunch, I love you, you know that. I just want what’s best for you.”
He walked over to her and took her hands in his, he leaned down and looked deep in her eyes. “Buffy you know you’re like a sister to me, you can’t keep running around like a wild woman!”
“I go to school and do what I’m supposed to do you know.” She whined.
“Yes you do and that’s great, but this running around behind everyone’s back sneaking out and going to clubs that you have no business even being in to begin with, at all hours of the night, has got to stop.”
She pouted, “But I have fun there.”
“Buffy pet, you can’t go clubbing every night for the rest of your life! What the hell do you plan on doing when you graduate?”
“I don’t know.”
“See my point exactly, no structure, no sense of responsibility. Now I got a job for you that requires a lot of responsibility, and maybe you’ll have fun doing it too.”
“I don’t know Spike, how is that supposed to help me for the future?”
“Well it won’t exactly, but maybe you’ll finally be able to see that having responsibilities isn’t that bad of a thing, and maybe that will put you on the right path.”
Buffy wasn’t too sure about that, she actually liked her life the way it was. She enjoyed being able to do what she wanted and when she wanted to do it. But she loved Spike and she would do anything to please him.
“Alright what’s the job?” She begrudgingly asked.
Spike beamed at her, “That’s my girl and don’t look so put out, you’ll love it, it’s a babysitting job.”
He turned around a grabbed his coat walking back to the counter he took a piece of paper out of his jacket and wrote down the address. “Here’s the address meet me there later tonight, around 9PM and I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
“Alright. I’ll be there.”
Spike kissed her on the forehead. “Great I’ll see you there luv! And be careful tonight, wherever the hell you’re going.”
“Yeah I will.”
Spike left the house very happy with the ways things went. And Buffy sat on the stool in the kitchen wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.