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How I avoid my WIPs
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essene_backupI had this idea for a scene of…well really primal sex between Buffy and Spike. Buffy issuing commands and Spike complying. It worked out rather well. Until my twisted demand for angst surfaced. Damn my dark sensibilities.
So of course it’s NC-17; Season 6 if you need a timeline.
“I want your mouth on me, “ Buffy whispered.
Spike complied with a groan as he took her in his arms and put his mouth on hers. She turned slightly and he took this silent direction and slid his tongue and lips over her jaw and down her neck.
“Rip it off, “ she commanded.
Raising his hands to the neck of her thin camisole he tore it down the front and continued traversing the map of her skin, thankful she’d chosen to leave her breasts free. He took one sharp peak in his mouth and her body arched into him. Her fingers skittered briefly across his hardened hair, searching for a way in. Her fingers clenched and dug into his scalp when he increased his suckling.
“Bite it.” It was a demand delivered in a moan.
He took the hard tip of her firm breast between his front teeth and bit gently.
She gripped his hair and pulled his head back sharply. Looking into his brilliant blue eyes she said, “No. Bite. It.”
He vamped out and she smiled. He covered her entire breast with his mouth, feeling the nipple brush across the roof of his mouth and then bit down, fangs singling into the firm flesh of Buffy’s breast.
She screamed and thrust her hips forward. He slid his fingers into her pants and ripped those off at the seams. She’d long stopped wearing underwear since their trysts had begun. His fingers sought out her wet folds and the stiff nub the hid, rubbing it firmly. He sucked a slow stream of pulsating fluid from her breast even as he coaxed fluid from her quim.
He pushed her back into the wall and raised her up and then down onto his quivering cock, even as he remained latched to her breast. He moved slowly, languorously, feeling drugged by her sweet blood.
Her nails dug into his triceps as she harshly panted, “Harder, harder, harder.”
He slammed her back into the wall with each thrust, feeling the back of her cunt blunt the top of his cock and sending waves of pleasure-pain through his groin. Her head flew from side to side in rhythm with his thrusts as he pounded into her.
Suddenly, her hand pressed into the wall behind them and she shoved them off balance, tumbling them to the stone floor. She moved swiftly off him and onto her knees.
“Fuck me from behind. Now.” There was no question that he would obey. She reached back and clasped his side as his prick slammed home again. His pace was already quick, but she demanded more, “Faster, harder, faster.” He complied and reached a hand around to flick her hard clit. She was backing into him with as much force as he surged into her and her cunt was strangling him with a thousand different wondrous muscles.
He reached out and tangled his free hand in her hair, jerking her head back and exposing the long lines of her neck to him, stretching her torso in opposition to the frantic movement of her hips. “Yes, “ escaped her in a pleasured hiss.
Her fingers dug into his side, tearing his flesh with her sharp nails. They were really and truly fucking now. Nothing but animal lust. Primal instincts demanding sex.
“Now. Do it now.” She turned her head ever so slightly to meet his eyes as she gave her command.
In response Spike increased the pressure and pace of his fingers on her clit. The hand in her hair pulled her head back even farther, causing veins and tendons to emerge from the silken span.
Spike surged forward in her quim as he put his mouth on her, sucking the thin skin that separated him from the rushing red river of power.
“Now, damn you, now.” Buffy was sobbing, gasping for air and release and something else.
Spike wrenched himself out of her. Pushed her off him. She sprawled on the floor.
“No.”
Buffy looked up at him with cloudy green eyes and behind the confusion and anger he saw the brief flash of pain. She skittered across the floor, grabbed the blanket off the couch and ran from the crypt without another word.
Spike sat on the cold stone and wept.
So of course it’s NC-17; Season 6 if you need a timeline.
“I want your mouth on me, “ Buffy whispered.
Spike complied with a groan as he took her in his arms and put his mouth on hers. She turned slightly and he took this silent direction and slid his tongue and lips over her jaw and down her neck.
“Rip it off, “ she commanded.
Raising his hands to the neck of her thin camisole he tore it down the front and continued traversing the map of her skin, thankful she’d chosen to leave her breasts free. He took one sharp peak in his mouth and her body arched into him. Her fingers skittered briefly across his hardened hair, searching for a way in. Her fingers clenched and dug into his scalp when he increased his suckling.
“Bite it.” It was a demand delivered in a moan.
He took the hard tip of her firm breast between his front teeth and bit gently.
She gripped his hair and pulled his head back sharply. Looking into his brilliant blue eyes she said, “No. Bite. It.”
He vamped out and she smiled. He covered her entire breast with his mouth, feeling the nipple brush across the roof of his mouth and then bit down, fangs singling into the firm flesh of Buffy’s breast.
She screamed and thrust her hips forward. He slid his fingers into her pants and ripped those off at the seams. She’d long stopped wearing underwear since their trysts had begun. His fingers sought out her wet folds and the stiff nub the hid, rubbing it firmly. He sucked a slow stream of pulsating fluid from her breast even as he coaxed fluid from her quim.
He pushed her back into the wall and raised her up and then down onto his quivering cock, even as he remained latched to her breast. He moved slowly, languorously, feeling drugged by her sweet blood.
Her nails dug into his triceps as she harshly panted, “Harder, harder, harder.”
He slammed her back into the wall with each thrust, feeling the back of her cunt blunt the top of his cock and sending waves of pleasure-pain through his groin. Her head flew from side to side in rhythm with his thrusts as he pounded into her.
Suddenly, her hand pressed into the wall behind them and she shoved them off balance, tumbling them to the stone floor. She moved swiftly off him and onto her knees.
“Fuck me from behind. Now.” There was no question that he would obey. She reached back and clasped his side as his prick slammed home again. His pace was already quick, but she demanded more, “Faster, harder, faster.” He complied and reached a hand around to flick her hard clit. She was backing into him with as much force as he surged into her and her cunt was strangling him with a thousand different wondrous muscles.
He reached out and tangled his free hand in her hair, jerking her head back and exposing the long lines of her neck to him, stretching her torso in opposition to the frantic movement of her hips. “Yes, “ escaped her in a pleasured hiss.
Her fingers dug into his side, tearing his flesh with her sharp nails. They were really and truly fucking now. Nothing but animal lust. Primal instincts demanding sex.
“Now. Do it now.” She turned her head ever so slightly to meet his eyes as she gave her command.
In response Spike increased the pressure and pace of his fingers on her clit. The hand in her hair pulled her head back even farther, causing veins and tendons to emerge from the silken span.
Spike surged forward in her quim as he put his mouth on her, sucking the thin skin that separated him from the rushing red river of power.
“Now, damn you, now.” Buffy was sobbing, gasping for air and release and something else.
Spike wrenched himself out of her. Pushed her off him. She sprawled on the floor.
“No.”
Buffy looked up at him with cloudy green eyes and behind the confusion and anger he saw the brief flash of pain. She skittered across the floor, grabbed the blanket off the couch and ran from the crypt without another word.
Spike sat on the cold stone and wept.
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Date: 2003-09-20 05:30 pm (UTC)thank u
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Date: 2003-09-20 06:23 pm (UTC)It was just supposed to be hot. But there's this trigger that goes off in my head if there's no angst.
Glad it worked out.
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Date: 2003-09-20 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-20 07:23 pm (UTC)You know they had did it rough. Just HOW rough? I think just about this rough.
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Date: 2003-09-20 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-20 07:55 pm (UTC)*sheepishly* Ya. "Holy"
At least that's the way the characters seem to feel about it. Perhaps a holy sacralige?
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Date: 2003-09-21 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-21 06:00 pm (UTC)Thank you.