Title: Perfect Match
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: mention of light bondage and D/s roles (not explicit)
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Notes: Post series; set some time after S11 (comics) in an alternative reality; sequel to my drabble titled “Home Decor”
Summary: Spike appreciates Buffy’s purchase of a Persian rug
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #306 - Blast
Crossposted: My journal
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Spike looked at the new rug in their bedroom, while Buffy waited for his reaction.
“So?” she asked expectantly, elbowing him.
“Nice touch, luv.”
Her smile fell. “Just nice? I thought you’d be more excited… you remember, right?”
“How could I forget?” he chuckled. “Those rug burns were nasty, though.”
“But totally worth it,” she said, winding her arms around his neck.
“Buffy, you complained for a week.”
“I was young,” she said with a shrug, before walking to the bed. “And I have more goodies here.”
Spike watched as she slid a pair of handcuffs from under the pillow.
She let the handcuffs dangle from her index finger, flashing him a suggestive smile.
He smirked. “Well, talk about a blast from the past.”
“So? Wanna play?” asked Buffy, biting her lower lip.
Spike walked up to her and put his arms around her waist.
“You, Ms. Buffy Summers, are my bloody perfect match.”
She giggled when he nibbled playfully at her neck.
“And you, Mr. Spike, are wearing too many clothes.”
“Oh, am I?”
Buffy pushed him back, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Undress, lie on the rug, hands above your head,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: mention of light bondage and D/s roles (not explicit)
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Notes: Post series; set some time after S11 (comics) in an alternative reality; sequel to my drabble titled “Home Decor”
Summary: Spike appreciates Buffy’s purchase of a Persian rug
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #306 - Blast
Crossposted: My journal
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Spike looked at the new rug in their bedroom, while Buffy waited for his reaction.
“So?” she asked expectantly, elbowing him.
“Nice touch, luv.”
Her smile fell. “Just nice? I thought you’d be more excited… you remember, right?”
“How could I forget?” he chuckled. “Those rug burns were nasty, though.”
“But totally worth it,” she said, winding her arms around his neck.
“Buffy, you complained for a week.”
“I was young,” she said with a shrug, before walking to the bed. “And I have more goodies here.”
Spike watched as she slid a pair of handcuffs from under the pillow.
She let the handcuffs dangle from her index finger, flashing him a suggestive smile.
He smirked. “Well, talk about a blast from the past.”
“So? Wanna play?” asked Buffy, biting her lower lip.
Spike walked up to her and put his arms around her waist.
“You, Ms. Buffy Summers, are my bloody perfect match.”
She giggled when he nibbled playfully at her neck.
“And you, Mr. Spike, are wearing too many clothes.”
“Oh, am I?”
Buffy pushed him back, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Undress, lie on the rug, hands above your head,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.”