Rating: NC-17 (always feel funny putting that, ‘cause
my stuff is so vanilla, but you know, it's better safe
Summary: S/B PWP, in between Gone and DmP. Given that DmP follows, maybe not so realistic,
but Nora wanted it, so she gets it.
Feedback: Duh! firstname.lastname@example.org. I *hate* it that smut doesn't get the kind of
feedback non-smut does. I mean, I *know*
more folks read it.
A/N: For the penguins. Alizardincrimson wanted to know what the
zookeepers would have happen if Spike presented himself for one hour with no
strings attached. Here's a nice little fantasy... But no more writing until I get caught up on
the nearly 4-week backlog of fic from these lists.
Buffy sat in her
darkened bedroom, idly flipping the wheel of the silver lighter. It was mesmerizing. With just the right tilt and a quick shove of
her thumb, the Zippo would shoot flames to put a demon to shame, and with a
light, more difficult touch, she could elicit a tiny shower of sparks, more
subtle in their entertainment value.
hefted the metal, smooth chrome alternately warm and cool
in her hands. Not so different from
its owner, really.
felt the shift in the wind from the window before the faintly menacing words
slivered the air.
"Turnabout's fair play, luv."
different at all. Flames lit his face --
dancing blades of violet-blue fire flickered in eyes that stared straight
through her, no InvisiRay required. With
a gulp, she moved a foot to block his view of the lighter on the floor where it
had fallen. He was angry? So not fair...
lips drew inward and her chin wrinkled with a pout, forming her response, when
he flew across the room, pinning her against the door in a move that recalled
her last visit to his crypt. Good lord,
what had she been thinking? If she
closed her eyes and kept them that way, it would almost be as if she were
invisible again... And she wouldn't have
to see the sardonic lift of his eyebrow as he took in her changed appearance, or the knowing smirk on his lips.
it was more like he was invisible. There
was something terribly erotic about the sensation of being knocked against a
solid surface by an unseen force. Her
eyes squeezed even more tightly shut as she felt the tremors in her stomach
where his hand held her firmly against the door. His other hand pulled at her newly shorn
locks, and she could hear him inhaling her scent.
could have just asked, Goldilocks." Cool lips worked their way up her jaw-line, igniting liquid fire in her center as his tongue
traced the outer rim of her ear, then withdrew to move lips even closer to her
ear. "I would’ve given you the
lighter. It's obvious you need it more
than I do."
bones slipped in her skin when his teeth sank into her earlobe to punctuate his
suppressed a groan, realizing how little it took to reach the melting point
with him. Reach the melting point? Where'd that come from? No melting with the undead.
her spine up from around her ankles and valiantly ignoring what his tongue was
doing to the soft spot where her ear met her jaw, Buffy opened her eyes and
pushed away. She opened her mouth to
blast his ego back where it belonged, but the words ran off to snark with the
shirt he'd flung to the floor. Dear god,
the things she could do -- had done -- to that vast canvas of silken skin. Her hand slid involuntarily upward to soak in
the familiarity of the hard muscles that defined his lean frame.
something you like, luv?" His voice
laughed at her, but his eyes were deadly serious. The hand with a life of its own snaked around
to pull his head forward, but he eluded her grasp with a duck and a
ah, Slayer. You already had your
turn." He pushed her back onto the
bed, then made a quick circuit of the room, closing
the window and locking the door.
"I'm a little pressed for time, but naughty little Slayers need
their lessons." He turned to face
her. "An hour should be just enough
quivered at the promise in his voice, but she fought to create some distance between
them. "Lessons? In what? Breaking and entering? Got that covered."
bottom dropped out of her stomach at the sly, slow smile that crept over his
face as his hands reached for his belt. "No, luv."
His voice was almost a growl.
"You started this little game, but I'm here to finish it; teach you
the rules while I'm at it." Spike
advanced across the room at an even pace, sending her pulse skyrocketing.
eyes pinned hers when he reached the bed.
"I won't be your toy any more, Buffy." The measured tone of his words brooked no
argument, and he leaned in to corral her body with his arms even as she
scootched backward on the bed.
could almost see the sparks flying off the wheels turning in his eyes as his
words penetrated her fogged mind. She closed
her eyes against the intensity of his gaze, feeling
rather than watching him crawl over her body and into her cells.
be no escape tonight that wasn't permanent.
And she was far from ready for a permanent end to the delicious torture he
offered. First steps, she'd told Willow. Lessons weren't such a bad place for first
steps. Rational thought fled when heat
from the tips of fingers that shouldn't burn announced her nakedness.
Willfully, she kept her eyes closed, licking her lips in an automatic reflex.
felt him hovering in the space just above her face, those quixotic, sometimes
blue, sometimes grey eyes staring at her, waiting for her to move, a cat toying
with its prey. Just when she thought
she'd succeeded in controlling her reactions, she felt a wisp of something soft
slide down the side of her face, teasing her eyes open to face truth.
whispers accompanied the hand that reached out to cover her sight. "Close them again love. Time
for the first lesson..." A knot
formed in her throat. "The lack of
one sense," he murmured wetly against her shoulder, tongue swirling heat
into her groin from a thousand miles away, "sharpens others."
she knew the truth when the cells of her soul rocked at the flare of pain his
blunt bite brought. The touch of his
finger to her gasping lips did nothing to still her spiraling senses as the
rhythm of his suckling reached through her veins and drummed her hips into the
bed in a pulsing counterpoint.
groan of satisfaction at her reaction accompanied his lips travelling
across her face, obvious in their avoidance of her parched mouth. His hand slipped from her eyes to fist in her
hair, but Buffy never noticed. Eyes wide
shut, she threw her head back into the pillows and her
mouth fell open, lower lip swollen even before his mouth's first touch.
tip of his tongue flicked along the crevice of her bowed lip, teasing her mouth
into a perfect, heated circle. Her head
craned forward, demanding completion of the touch, urging him closer with a
thrust of her chin. A low chuckle
escaped him, and he pulled his hips away, avoiding the invitation she threw so
carelessly his way.
lured her tongue from her mouth, cavorting with it in midair, but refused her
invitation to come further by suckling on her lower lip. Teeth and tongue mouthed her softness as if
it were a bit of the finest chocolate, there for the tasting, the touching, the feel of the sweetness spreading through his mouth. She longed for the taste of him. Guttural moans babbled for possession.
he pulled away, after what seemed days, she could stand the waiting no
more. Her eyes flew open and she reared
up against the headboard to watch as he knelt on the bed above her.
two, pet." She could only stare as
he lifted one of her feet over each shoulder, then sat
back on his haunches. Her eyes rolled
back into her head as the smooth skin of his palms slid trails of fire down the
backs of her thighs to cup her cheeks upward and pull her bottom in to meet granite
at his waist. "In
chest heaved faster with exertion, and her gaze flitted from desire-filled eyes
to swollen, cherry-red lips and back again.
When he tilted his head to give her a smoldering glance before turning
down to address her flesh, Buffy let her head thud against the wooden
headboard, lost in the pleasure of his tongue gliding along her ankle and
upward toward her knee. The wet heat of
his tongue sent flames licking up her thighs to push her buttocks firmly into his
mindless with need, she threaded her hands in the softness of his hair, beating
the rhythm of her need through his skull, pleading for more, and soon. Every
hair on her body stood to attention when the hands massaging her bottom slid
forward to allow his thumbs to pull her inner lips apart and begin a slow
stroking that matched the pattern of her heartbeat. When his head leaned in, moving upward, she
sucked in her breath at the thought of what might be next. Her mind could not imagine what came next,
but her body keened as if it knew what pleasure would come.
nails tore at his back as his mouth reached its destination at the same moment
fingers met thumbs in joint manipulation of the utter source of her pleasure
and pain. That glorious tongue wrapped
itself around a nipple and pulled, while talented fingers slid deep into her
soul. He, pumped hard and fast, a
cadence balanced against the rough suckle of his mouth on her breasts.
cradled his head, helpless to do other than clench in concert with her
pleasure. In the moment that his nails
grazed her swollen bead and sent her flying into showers of multi-colored
light, her reality was bounded completely by the icy fires of his mouth on her
skin, his cheek against her chest. His
hands were on her soul.
sense bound her to the earth well enough to notice him easing out of his jeans,
but her body welcomed his driving strength with the same enthusiasm as her
mouth. It was like coming home after a
long, long walk in the wilderness. Her
hands wrapped around his face, pulling his eyes up to fasten on hers as she met
his passion stroke for stroke, taking sheer delight in watching him cross over
the edge before diving in after.
the air began to cool them, Buffy shifted comfortably
in the tangle of limbs and linens. There
was a thread of some unspoken emotion hanging in the moment, but she buried her
nose deep in his neck and drank in the scent of their pleasure, denying the
need to speak.
stretched an arm to retrieve something from the floor, his ragged voice
breaking the silence only briefly as he laid his lips carefully on her
3, the most important of them all, luv.
Never go to bed angry."
opened her eyes to see a brief shower of sparks converge into a low, steady