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S/B/X Smutlet part 2
This is so unlike me, I'm just typing away, without fine-tuning or anything. Not my best, but fun to write. So, here's more:
Still unbeta'd, unfinished. WIP
S/B Season 6 with some Xander sprinkled on top.
RATING: PG-15 so far...
“Tell me, luv, which is the ‘ewww’ part? Naked Harris? Cause when I picture him bent over the sofa and Anya pounding into him ‘eww’ isn’t quite what comes to my mind.”
“That’s cause you’re a pig, Spike.” Buffy tells him with a grimace, but she makes no move to leave. In fact, she sinks back and spreads her legs a little, because Spike’s fingers are doing wicked things to her inner thighs. Spike’s fingers, definitely not that very disturbing image he’s just painted. Nope.
“Come on, Buffy, where’s your sense of adventure?” He props up his head, lips less than an inch from her shoulder. When he speaks his lips brush her skin, making her shiver.
“Hey, I—I’m all adventure-y. But picturing Xander naked? So not going there.”
“He’s not bad looking, nice cock…”
“Spike!” Buffy has that stunned deer-in-headlights look. “How—No! I don’t wanna know how you know what you’re claiming you know.”
“It’s true—“
“I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you,” she chants with her hands over her ears.
He waits. Buffy tentatively removes her hands.
“Seen it,” Spike says quickly before she can cover her ears again.
Buffy drops her hands. “I heard you. Damn!” She sighs. “Since you’re dying to tell me, go on.”
“Lived in the soddin’ basement of teenage doom for weeks, didn’t I? Got a good look at the goods when he thought I was sleeping.” Spike makes a wanking gesture, revelling in the scandalised expression on Buffy’s face. He loves making her blush.
Spike chuckles, gets to his feet with the grace of a cat and lifts her up with a flourish. “Hey!” she exclaims. But before she can complain about the romantic gesture he dumps her unceremoniously on the bed. “Hey?”
“Invisible Buffy, where are you?” he sing-songs and crawls on the bed, almost accidentally brushing against her hip. “Ah, there you are.”
TBC
Still unbeta'd, unfinished. WIP
S/B Season 6 with some Xander sprinkled on top.
RATING: PG-15 so far...
“Tell me, luv, which is the ‘ewww’ part? Naked Harris? Cause when I picture him bent over the sofa and Anya pounding into him ‘eww’ isn’t quite what comes to my mind.”
“That’s cause you’re a pig, Spike.” Buffy tells him with a grimace, but she makes no move to leave. In fact, she sinks back and spreads her legs a little, because Spike’s fingers are doing wicked things to her inner thighs. Spike’s fingers, definitely not that very disturbing image he’s just painted. Nope.
“Come on, Buffy, where’s your sense of adventure?” He props up his head, lips less than an inch from her shoulder. When he speaks his lips brush her skin, making her shiver.
“Hey, I—I’m all adventure-y. But picturing Xander naked? So not going there.”
“He’s not bad looking, nice cock…”
“Spike!” Buffy has that stunned deer-in-headlights look. “How—No! I don’t wanna know how you know what you’re claiming you know.”
“It’s true—“
“I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you,” she chants with her hands over her ears.
He waits. Buffy tentatively removes her hands.
“Seen it,” Spike says quickly before she can cover her ears again.
Buffy drops her hands. “I heard you. Damn!” She sighs. “Since you’re dying to tell me, go on.”
“Lived in the soddin’ basement of teenage doom for weeks, didn’t I? Got a good look at the goods when he thought I was sleeping.” Spike makes a wanking gesture, revelling in the scandalised expression on Buffy’s face. He loves making her blush.
Spike chuckles, gets to his feet with the grace of a cat and lifts her up with a flourish. “Hey!” she exclaims. But before she can complain about the romantic gesture he dumps her unceremoniously on the bed. “Hey?”
“Invisible Buffy, where are you?” he sing-songs and crawls on the bed, almost accidentally brushing against her hip. “Ah, there you are.”
TBC