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[Challenge #376] BtVS / Spuffy — Undoing
Title: Undoing
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: sexual situations
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, after ep. 6x11 “Gone”
Summary: Buffy gives in to her yearning.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #376 - Ask
Crossposted:emotion100, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Spike didn’t even look away from his TV when the crypt door creaked open. “Slayer. To what do I owe the honor?”
“We reversed the invisibility spell,” she announced.
He turned to look at her for a moment before returning his attention to the TV screen. “Not very well.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, patting herself nervously.
“A whole chunk of your hair is missing.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “I cut it.”
“Out of spite because I called you Goldilocks, I presume,” he observed.
“Get over yourself. Do you think my world revolves around whatever you say or do?”
He stood up, turning off the TV. “Let me ask you a different question. Are you going to chop off any body parts for which I express my appreciation?”
“Just don’t express your appreciation.”
“How could I not?” he asked, suggestively licking his lips. “Especially when my face is buried in your sweet—”
“You’re disgusting, Spike,” she spat.
“Yet you keep coming here, because you yearn for my disgusting touch,” he said, pulling her flush to himself.
“Don’t,” she murmured, weakly.
He backed her up against a pillar, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips. “Why not?”
Buffy clutched him and tightened the grip of her legs, grinding her groin against his bulge. “Spike…” she moaned.
Spike hissed, propping his arms against the pillar and matching her movements. “Ask what you want of me, Slayer,” he said hoarsely. “Anything you want.”
“Make me feel,” she said, clutching him tighter.
He nuzzled her neck, reveling in the tantalizing call of her pulse. “Feel what?”
“Something. Anything…” she murmured, craning her neck. A shiver ran down her spine when blunt teeth nibbled on her sensitive skin and she moaned louder.
“You’ll be my undoing, Slayer.”
“And you’ll be mine.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: sexual situations
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, after ep. 6x11 “Gone”
Summary: Buffy gives in to her yearning.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #376 - Ask
Crossposted:
emotion100, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark—
Spike didn’t even look away from his TV when the crypt door creaked open. “Slayer. To what do I owe the honor?”
“We reversed the invisibility spell,” she announced.
He turned to look at her for a moment before returning his attention to the TV screen. “Not very well.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, patting herself nervously.
“A whole chunk of your hair is missing.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “I cut it.”
“Out of spite because I called you Goldilocks, I presume,” he observed.
“Get over yourself. Do you think my world revolves around whatever you say or do?”
He stood up, turning off the TV. “Let me ask you a different question. Are you going to chop off any body parts for which I express my appreciation?”
“Just don’t express your appreciation.”
“How could I not?” he asked, suggestively licking his lips. “Especially when my face is buried in your sweet—”
“You’re disgusting, Spike,” she spat.
“Yet you keep coming here, because you yearn for my disgusting touch,” he said, pulling her flush to himself.
“Don’t,” she murmured, weakly.
He backed her up against a pillar, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips. “Why not?”
Buffy clutched him and tightened the grip of her legs, grinding her groin against his bulge. “Spike…” she moaned.
Spike hissed, propping his arms against the pillar and matching her movements. “Ask what you want of me, Slayer,” he said hoarsely. “Anything you want.”
“Make me feel,” she said, clutching him tighter.
He nuzzled her neck, reveling in the tantalizing call of her pulse. “Feel what?”
“Something. Anything…” she murmured, craning her neck. A shiver ran down her spine when blunt teeth nibbled on her sensitive skin and she moaned louder.
“You’ll be my undoing, Slayer.”
“And you’ll be mine.”
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