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Prompt: A Highland Fling with a Monstrous Thing
Title: Equality in All Things
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: NC-17
Setting: S4, during Something Blue - sequel to Fool(ing aroung) For Love and Cosmo Girl
Summary/Prompt: A Highland Fling with a Monstrous Thing - although let's be honest, it's very much a lowland fling, hur hur hur ;D
He'd moved away from the door while she was shucking her pants -- no need to risk unnecessary noise -- and was sitting now, still disheveled from earlier, propped against the bathtub.
"Come here," he said, lacing his hands behind his head as he looked her up and down with a decidedly self-satisfied smirk. All this beauty was his for the taking. Almost hard to believe.
"Here?" she asked, standing astride his thighs and giving him a very good view.
"Yeah," he murmured, "yeah, that's good." Her lower lips were as pink and pouty as the ones he'd spent the better part of the day kissing, just begging for a nibble. Slowly, with the lightest of touches, he ran his hands up her thighs to her arse, kneading her lightly and encouraging her even closer. The insides of her thighs were slick with her arousal, and he thought briefly about teasing her for a bit, but she was so worked up already that that was a level of evil beyond even him. Gently, slowly, he kissed his way up to her molten center and licked up her slit before drawing back a little to part her lips with his thumbs.
"You taste amazing, love," he whispered.
"I, I do?" she whispered back.
"Yeah, like sunshine and gold."
He kissed her clit, and just that light pressure was enough to get her moaning low in her throat. God, she was hot down here, he could feel the blood pumping away close to the surface, drawing him in. He licked at her, firm but slow, enjoying it for now because it wouldn't last long, and put a hand under one firm thigh to encourage her to put it up on the edge of the bathtub. She did, burying her hands in his hair for balance, and he pictured her standing there, being pleasured, head thrown back, light sheen of sweat, glorious.
He tried a few things out, sucking on her inner lips, stroking her perineum, all the while applying that firm, slow pressure to her clit with tongue or fingers, and before he was really ready for it to be over she was clenching his hair so tightly he thought she going to rip it out and bucking silently against his face.
She was wobbly as a foal afterwards and all but collapsed into his lap, sighing and shuddering in pleasure again when he brushed her budded nipples and kissed her gasping mouth.
"God," she moaned quietly, "I could do that again, but I think you broke my legs!"
Spike grinned and cradled her close, kissing her gently as he let one hand trail up her leg from her ankle.
"Again, huh? You are an insatiable little thing. Well I could put you down on this cold tile-" she made a very girly sound of protest, "Or I could just..."
Her legs fell open like petals and this time he put his finger in her, rubbing her needy little nub with his thumb.
"Ungh, harder," she whispered, right into his ear, and, "do that thing again, where you stroked further back," and, "Oh, god, Spike," and this time when she came apart he watched her face and committed it to memory.
"I love you," he told her when she opened her eyes. Shakily, she cupped his cheek in her hand, and he nuzzled into it.
"I love you too," she breathed. "I can't wait for our wedding n-"
"Buffy? Are you in there?"
She looked at him with wide, panicked eyes. Spike just rolled his fondly, and put a finger to her lips.
"No, s'me, Watcher. Think she went outside for a breather or some such."
"Oh, Spike," Giles said, after possibly too much of a pause. "Well, when you've got a moment, perhaps you could help me make a cup of tea." His footsteps receded, but Spike could still make it out when the old goat muttered under his breath, "And explain to me what a vampire needs to spend so much time doing in my bathroom."
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: NC-17
Setting: S4, during Something Blue - sequel to Fool(ing aroung) For Love and Cosmo Girl
Summary/Prompt: A Highland Fling with a Monstrous Thing - although let's be honest, it's very much a lowland fling, hur hur hur ;D
He'd moved away from the door while she was shucking her pants -- no need to risk unnecessary noise -- and was sitting now, still disheveled from earlier, propped against the bathtub.
"Come here," he said, lacing his hands behind his head as he looked her up and down with a decidedly self-satisfied smirk. All this beauty was his for the taking. Almost hard to believe.
"Here?" she asked, standing astride his thighs and giving him a very good view.
"Yeah," he murmured, "yeah, that's good." Her lower lips were as pink and pouty as the ones he'd spent the better part of the day kissing, just begging for a nibble. Slowly, with the lightest of touches, he ran his hands up her thighs to her arse, kneading her lightly and encouraging her even closer. The insides of her thighs were slick with her arousal, and he thought briefly about teasing her for a bit, but she was so worked up already that that was a level of evil beyond even him. Gently, slowly, he kissed his way up to her molten center and licked up her slit before drawing back a little to part her lips with his thumbs.
"You taste amazing, love," he whispered.
"I, I do?" she whispered back.
"Yeah, like sunshine and gold."
He kissed her clit, and just that light pressure was enough to get her moaning low in her throat. God, she was hot down here, he could feel the blood pumping away close to the surface, drawing him in. He licked at her, firm but slow, enjoying it for now because it wouldn't last long, and put a hand under one firm thigh to encourage her to put it up on the edge of the bathtub. She did, burying her hands in his hair for balance, and he pictured her standing there, being pleasured, head thrown back, light sheen of sweat, glorious.
He tried a few things out, sucking on her inner lips, stroking her perineum, all the while applying that firm, slow pressure to her clit with tongue or fingers, and before he was really ready for it to be over she was clenching his hair so tightly he thought she going to rip it out and bucking silently against his face.
She was wobbly as a foal afterwards and all but collapsed into his lap, sighing and shuddering in pleasure again when he brushed her budded nipples and kissed her gasping mouth.
"God," she moaned quietly, "I could do that again, but I think you broke my legs!"
Spike grinned and cradled her close, kissing her gently as he let one hand trail up her leg from her ankle.
"Again, huh? You are an insatiable little thing. Well I could put you down on this cold tile-" she made a very girly sound of protest, "Or I could just..."
Her legs fell open like petals and this time he put his finger in her, rubbing her needy little nub with his thumb.
"Ungh, harder," she whispered, right into his ear, and, "do that thing again, where you stroked further back," and, "Oh, god, Spike," and this time when she came apart he watched her face and committed it to memory.
"I love you," he told her when she opened her eyes. Shakily, she cupped his cheek in her hand, and he nuzzled into it.
"I love you too," she breathed. "I can't wait for our wedding n-"
"Buffy? Are you in there?"
She looked at him with wide, panicked eyes. Spike just rolled his fondly, and put a finger to her lips.
"No, s'me, Watcher. Think she went outside for a breather or some such."
"Oh, Spike," Giles said, after possibly too much of a pause. "Well, when you've got a moment, perhaps you could help me make a cup of tea." His footsteps receded, but Spike could still make it out when the old goat muttered under his breath, "And explain to me what a vampire needs to spend so much time doing in my bathroom."