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Prompt: The Curse of Viking Lake (fluff)
Title: Ereptile Disfunction
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: R
Setting: a little S7 detour
Summary/Prompt: The Curse of Viking Lake (fluff)
Notes: I don't know anything about Vikings. I haven't even watched that tv show. On the plus side, I had a genuine Swede to ask re translations, so there's that. Warnings for gore and inappropriate sexytime venues.
Vilhelm the Bloody stuck his sword in the carcass of his vanquished foe and looked over at the shield maiden, Dråparen.
"Fangs for playing," she said, standing over the serpent's severed head with one hand on her hip and her sword slung over her shoulder, "But you got a bit rattled at the end there and it cost you an arm and leg."
She might just have been the most attractive woman Vilhelm had ever seen. His blood was singing from the slaughter and the urge to take her up against the lifeless body of the giant snake was immense. He strode over to her and swept her up in a searing kiss that he could barely force himself to stop even when the edge of her sword came down none too gently to the side of his neck.
"You wanna go the way of Jörmungandr there?" Dråparen asked silkily.
"Had a slightly different snake in mind," he admitted, panting with adrenaline and lust. Chancing his very life, not just that of his trouser snake, Vilhelm let his hands slide down to her hips and jerked her closer. Dråparen's eyes fluttered closed at the first hint of friction. She dropped her sword and shoved him roughly back against the giant, lifeless body, and proceeded to climb him like a tree.
That was when the spell broke. The body of Jörmungandr disintegrated into an oily grey gloop, and Spike fell back with it, Buffy landing in a heap on top of him. They looked at each other for a moment before carefully disentangling.
"Huh," Buffy said. “That was different.” He felt her looking at him, but couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, and instead stared over her shoulder, trying to will his erection down. She nudged him. "But seriously, trouser snake? Tell me that was the Viking talking."
"Look, Buffy, I'm sorry. You know I would never-"
"Hey," she said gently, and he felt the touch of her hand on his cheek. "Look at me. I'm not mad."
He did look at her, and in fact she looked more fondly exasperated than anything. He let her warmth fill him – as if he had a choice. Their eyes held and when she bent towards him he couldn't bring himself to turn away, and so he accepted her kiss with as much grace as he could, and tried to figure out what it meant. Buffy just smiled, and got to her feet.
"Come on," she said, "Let's get a change of clothes and go get some pizza."
She offered her hand to help him up, and he took it.
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: R
Setting: a little S7 detour
Summary/Prompt: The Curse of Viking Lake (fluff)
Notes: I don't know anything about Vikings. I haven't even watched that tv show. On the plus side, I had a genuine Swede to ask re translations, so there's that. Warnings for gore and inappropriate sexytime venues.
Vilhelm the Bloody stuck his sword in the carcass of his vanquished foe and looked over at the shield maiden, Dråparen.
"Fangs for playing," she said, standing over the serpent's severed head with one hand on her hip and her sword slung over her shoulder, "But you got a bit rattled at the end there and it cost you an arm and leg."
She might just have been the most attractive woman Vilhelm had ever seen. His blood was singing from the slaughter and the urge to take her up against the lifeless body of the giant snake was immense. He strode over to her and swept her up in a searing kiss that he could barely force himself to stop even when the edge of her sword came down none too gently to the side of his neck.
"You wanna go the way of Jörmungandr there?" Dråparen asked silkily.
"Had a slightly different snake in mind," he admitted, panting with adrenaline and lust. Chancing his very life, not just that of his trouser snake, Vilhelm let his hands slide down to her hips and jerked her closer. Dråparen's eyes fluttered closed at the first hint of friction. She dropped her sword and shoved him roughly back against the giant, lifeless body, and proceeded to climb him like a tree.
That was when the spell broke. The body of Jörmungandr disintegrated into an oily grey gloop, and Spike fell back with it, Buffy landing in a heap on top of him. They looked at each other for a moment before carefully disentangling.
"Huh," Buffy said. “That was different.” He felt her looking at him, but couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, and instead stared over her shoulder, trying to will his erection down. She nudged him. "But seriously, trouser snake? Tell me that was the Viking talking."
"Look, Buffy, I'm sorry. You know I would never-"
"Hey," she said gently, and he felt the touch of her hand on his cheek. "Look at me. I'm not mad."
He did look at her, and in fact she looked more fondly exasperated than anything. He let her warmth fill him – as if he had a choice. Their eyes held and when she bent towards him he couldn't bring himself to turn away, and so he accepted her kiss with as much grace as he could, and tried to figure out what it meant. Buffy just smiled, and got to her feet.
"Come on," she said, "Let's get a change of clothes and go get some pizza."
She offered her hand to help him up, and he took it.
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Oh thank god Buffy said that because I was all, "trouser snake"? Is that a thing?
Seriously, this round is turning way too goofy for words!
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