Aurora's Light - S/X - slash - PWP
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estepheiaAurora’s Light
Spike/Xander – NC-17 - slash
Pandora-verse Part 3 - Taking place a few hours after Pyrrha’s Find
Many thanks to LadyCat for betaing this.
I was very tired when I tried to do the finishing touches, so I hope I didn't foul up.
+ + +
Beep beep beep. Pause. Beep beep – slap. The alarm clock falls silent.
Like every morning, Xander sinks back into the warm softness of his pillow. 6 am. In ten minutes the clock will beep again and then he’ll have to fight the pull of gravity and get up. After that: shower, coffee, breakfast on his own, work. Like every morning.
Or not.
Something cool is touching his calves – something that feels suspiciously like a pair of cold feet. Feet usually come attached to legs and these are no exception. These legs are attached to a tight ass, which leads to just one conclusion: there’s an undead guy in Xander’s bed.
Xander listens. Nothing. Just his own slightly accelerated breathing and the suddenly loud pounding of his pulse. He slowly turns around to take a peek.
Enough dull grayish daylight is seeping into the bedroom for Spike’s pale skin and blond hair to stand out against the sky-blue covers. The way he’s lying, his feet are in Xander’s half of the bed, while the head lies in the diagonally opposite corner. The covers have slid down so Xander gets a good look at Spike’s arms, shoulders and his bare back. It’s light enough to make out a very faint criss-cross of thin scars. Spike is clutching the pillow, head turned sideways, facing Xander, eyes closed. He’s asleep – or faking it.
Xander takes a deep breath. This is it, the harsh light of day. Now would be the right moment to freak. Yeah, part of him wants to play three monkeys - eyes, ears and mouth closed up tight - and plead temporary insanity for last night’s—whatever. But the greater part of him is relieved that Spike’s presence makes chickening out pretty much impossible. Plus, Xander feels well rested and mellow, more relaxed than in a long time, so instead he props up his head on his elbow and studies the other man’s face.
It’s easy to understand what the women see in him. It’s a pretty face, a little gaunt and sad of late; pain and woe normally lurking just beneath the skin, but occasionally they show through, like now. As Xander stares, Spike tightens his grip around the pillow, misery distorting his features. Spike draws in a shuddering breath and holds it for an inhumanly long time before his face softens again and he exhales with an almost inaudible sigh.
There’s a strange intimacy in watching another person sleep
Beep bee—
Xander spins around and quickly kills the alarm. But this time, when he turns back, blue eyes are looking at him. A half smile appears for an instant before it is locked up behind a blank mask.
“Waffles or fruit loops?” is the first thing that pops into Xander’s mind and out of his mouth. “Um, for breakfast, I mean.”
Spike blinks slowly. “Breakfast?" he asks, voice low and rough. There’s a note of skepticism in the way his voice drops at the second syllable.
“Yea, it’s what you eat in the mornings.” At the last minute Xander swallows the automatic ‘nimrod’ that wants to latch itself on to that sentence.
Spike opens his mouth, but then shuts it with an audible snap. He sits up and nervously smoothes back his hair with his fingers.
“What?” Xander asks, unnerved by the uncharacteristic lack of smirking and wise-ass snarking.
“Not so good with the pillow talk,” Spike admits hesitantly. His gaze drops to the rumpled bedspread and he absently scratches the scar on his brow with his thumb. “Usually, s’when I open my stupid gob that things turn sour. Don’t—don’t want that.”
“Ah. I don’t think that the imponderable question of ‘waffles’ or ‘fruit loops’ is going to put a strain on our—thing.”
Spike looks up. That same small smile flickers for a brief instant. “Waffles, then.”
Xander crawls past him and slips out of bed.
Spike nods as the morning hard-on tenting Xander’s boxers becomes visible. “How about I take care of that first?” he asks suggestively - but his voice is strained and his nonchalance forced.
Xander swallows. His dick hardens some more at the suggestion and his breathing quickens. “Um, I… uh… It’s tempting,” he admits, “but this carpenter really has to take a shower, and…um… get ready for work. My boss is running out of tolerance fast.”
“Your loss,” Spike says, sounding indifferent, but looking quite forlorn. He doesn’t move.
Did he just turn down a blow-job? From Spike? Xander feels like a complete moron. Like he just turned down a lottery jackpot of a million dollar. It seems his feet are smarter than his mouth, though, because they refuse to budge. They seem rooted to the floor the way Xander’s eyes are glued to the pale sensuous creature that has turned his sexuality upside down.
Xander remembers Spike’s lack of initiative last night, his unexpected obedience, and the way that hard, lethal body became pliant for him. He remembers thrusting powerfully into Spike’s mouth and ass. The flare of heat the too-vivid flashback produces is almost too much to bear.
Before he knows it, he’s resting one knee on the edge of the bed and leaning forward.
“On the other hand—” he mumbles with a rare reckless smile, “—who needs breakfast?”
Spike meets him half way with a hunger so raw it can’t be faked, dispelling Xander’s fleeting, gut-churning worry that maybe Spike was merely trying to earn his keep. Xander encounters a hard mouth that wants to be crushed and conquered and thrusts his tongue inside. Spike puts up a struggle, but the tilt of his head is the first sign of surrender. Xander pushes forward, invading Spike’s mouth with his tongue and Spike yields, toppling backwards with a triumphant glint in his eyes. Xander follows, covering the other man with his larger frame and trapping both their hard-ons between their bodies.
There are suddenly too many elbows and knees and not nearly enough hands as they grope and fumble for more skin. In their eagerness to push the bed covers out of the way and get rid of Xander’s T-shirt and gaudy boxers, the two men almost tumble off the bed.
“This is crazy,” Xander mumbles as he pulls back to catch his breath, but then he swoops down again to plunder Spike’s mouth some more. Kissing is so much easier than questioning.
Spike’s only answer is an almost-whimper and a thrust of his hips.
It’s weird feeling an erect dick pressed against his own engorged flesh; weirder to feel it rubbing against it. But oh, with Spike writhing wantonly underneath him, Xander could get used to ‘weird.’ The offer of a blow-job is forgotten as he rocks his hips, creating more delicious friction. Their cocks are slick with pre-cum, sandwiched between coolness and heat, sliding against each other with the chafing sound of skin-on-skin, and they’re hard - fuck! - so hard.
Xander captures Spike’s wrists and roughly pins them down on both sides of Spike’s head. Spike moans and bucks and arches his neck, almost pushing Xander over the edge.
Too soon!
“Be still,” Xander rasps out. Instantly the body underneath him freezes. There’s just the rapid rising and falling of Spike’s chest as he pants and a slight tremble that indicates just how much effort it takes to obey.
Xander gives Spike’s wrists a determined shove, making it clear that they are supposed to stay where they are, then he slowly trails his hands downwards. Spike’s panting becomes harsher, more irregular, as Xander’s fingertips brush softly across his chest.
Xander crawls backwards, then bends down and flicks his tongue over a hardened pink nipple, causing Spike to tense, almost twitch. Xander licks and nibbles, teasing the sensitive nub, unpredictably alternating between rough and gentle.
Spike’s abs are next, Xander traces their contours with the tip of his tongue, occasionally dipping into the navel. Once or twice his cheek brushes against Spike’s straining cock. Each time, Spike utters a strangled whimper but otherwise his control holds.
From close-up Spike’s dick looks huge and daunting. Xander stares at the hardened flesh and the fresh drop of pre-cum that glistens at the swollen tip, then takes a deep breath before resolutely wrapping his fingers around it and giving the head a tentative lick.
Spike inhales sharply. He twitches underneath Xander’s restraining weight. Okay, this started off with the idea of Xander getting a blow-job, so how come he’s now giving one? Somewhere along the line the Spike-gives-head-to-Xander scenario must have taken a sharp U-turn. But who says that’s a bad thing? Xander gives the shaft a long and lavish lick and hears Spike’s breath hitch again. This is fun. With a bit of practice Spike should be begging in no time.
Apropos begging, why isn’t Spike saying anything? Last night he talked dirty like a waterfall. Xander lifts his head to look at the prone vampire. Spike’s face is a mask of concentration and he’s biting his lip. Then the penny drops and Xander feels like a dork. He grins sheepishly. “Spike… you can talk now, um… just don’t move.”
Spike exhales forcefully. “Look, you don’t have to.…”
Xander’s grin becomes mischievous and he begins to slowly move his hand up and down, teasingly stroking Spike’s cock and causing him to shudder. His eyes never leave Spike’s face. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“What I want?” With Xander’s hot hand slowly jerking him off Spike finds it difficult to focus. He searches Xander’s face. “Suck me? Please?” The hitch in Spike's voice makes Xander realize that there is more going on than a guy wanting to get blown. Come on, Spike must have had a gazillion blow-jobs over the past one hundred years or so. What’s so special about getting one from a twenty-two year old human construction worker?
"I've never done this before," Xander cautions after another lick. "But I think it goes something like. . ." He slides the head into his mouth, sealing his lips and sucking hard as he can.
“Fuck! Oh yeah, like that,” Spike gasps, his body jerking before it is forced still. “Oh god.”
Xander likes the sound of that. He continues to suck and work Spike’s dick with his mouth and tongue, partly remembering what he himself liked and partly taking his cues from Spike’s moans and expletives: “Oh fuck— do that again, please… yeah, god yes, Xander, suck me….”
His own neglected cock stays hard throughout.
When his jaw and tongue grow tired, Xander slithers upwards again to claim Spike’s mouth for a searing kiss that tastes of his pre-cum. Spike whimpers into his mouth. “Please. Let me—”
Xander covers him like before and aligns his cock so it comes to lie next to Spike’s. He starts to thrust, rubbing their slick cocks against each other. He reaches upwards and gives Spike’s wrists a nudge, freeing them from their non-existent restraints, thereby allowing Spike to move again. A moment later Spike’s hands are gripping his ass, urging him to grind harder into the tight channel between their bodies. “Spike, oh yes!” Xander can feel his balls contracting and his thrusts become more and more frantic. This is fucking hot.
“God… yes… please!” Suddenly Spike bucks hard enough to nearly throw Xander off, wetness pooling between them. Xander continues to pump away against Spike’s hard stomach and after a dozen or so thrusts he shouts and comes as well.
Outside, the grayness of dawn has turned into brightness. The bedroom is bathed in warm but indirect yellow light.
They lie on their backs, shoulder to shoulder, panting and waiting for their breathing – and in Xander’s case his heartbeat – to return to normal. The usual sounds of morning drift through the open window, birds twittering and people driving to work. Xander turns his head to look at the slightly rumpled vampire next to him - Spike returns his gaze. Neither Xander nor Spike says it out loud, but they both know that this is no longer a one-night stand.
THE END
Spike/Xander – NC-17 - slash
Pandora-verse Part 3 - Taking place a few hours after Pyrrha’s Find
Many thanks to LadyCat for betaing this.
I was very tired when I tried to do the finishing touches, so I hope I didn't foul up.
+ + +
Beep beep beep. Pause. Beep beep – slap. The alarm clock falls silent.
Like every morning, Xander sinks back into the warm softness of his pillow. 6 am. In ten minutes the clock will beep again and then he’ll have to fight the pull of gravity and get up. After that: shower, coffee, breakfast on his own, work. Like every morning.
Or not.
Something cool is touching his calves – something that feels suspiciously like a pair of cold feet. Feet usually come attached to legs and these are no exception. These legs are attached to a tight ass, which leads to just one conclusion: there’s an undead guy in Xander’s bed.
Xander listens. Nothing. Just his own slightly accelerated breathing and the suddenly loud pounding of his pulse. He slowly turns around to take a peek.
Enough dull grayish daylight is seeping into the bedroom for Spike’s pale skin and blond hair to stand out against the sky-blue covers. The way he’s lying, his feet are in Xander’s half of the bed, while the head lies in the diagonally opposite corner. The covers have slid down so Xander gets a good look at Spike’s arms, shoulders and his bare back. It’s light enough to make out a very faint criss-cross of thin scars. Spike is clutching the pillow, head turned sideways, facing Xander, eyes closed. He’s asleep – or faking it.
Xander takes a deep breath. This is it, the harsh light of day. Now would be the right moment to freak. Yeah, part of him wants to play three monkeys - eyes, ears and mouth closed up tight - and plead temporary insanity for last night’s—whatever. But the greater part of him is relieved that Spike’s presence makes chickening out pretty much impossible. Plus, Xander feels well rested and mellow, more relaxed than in a long time, so instead he props up his head on his elbow and studies the other man’s face.
It’s easy to understand what the women see in him. It’s a pretty face, a little gaunt and sad of late; pain and woe normally lurking just beneath the skin, but occasionally they show through, like now. As Xander stares, Spike tightens his grip around the pillow, misery distorting his features. Spike draws in a shuddering breath and holds it for an inhumanly long time before his face softens again and he exhales with an almost inaudible sigh.
There’s a strange intimacy in watching another person sleep
Beep bee—
Xander spins around and quickly kills the alarm. But this time, when he turns back, blue eyes are looking at him. A half smile appears for an instant before it is locked up behind a blank mask.
“Waffles or fruit loops?” is the first thing that pops into Xander’s mind and out of his mouth. “Um, for breakfast, I mean.”
Spike blinks slowly. “Breakfast?" he asks, voice low and rough. There’s a note of skepticism in the way his voice drops at the second syllable.
“Yea, it’s what you eat in the mornings.” At the last minute Xander swallows the automatic ‘nimrod’ that wants to latch itself on to that sentence.
Spike opens his mouth, but then shuts it with an audible snap. He sits up and nervously smoothes back his hair with his fingers.
“What?” Xander asks, unnerved by the uncharacteristic lack of smirking and wise-ass snarking.
“Not so good with the pillow talk,” Spike admits hesitantly. His gaze drops to the rumpled bedspread and he absently scratches the scar on his brow with his thumb. “Usually, s’when I open my stupid gob that things turn sour. Don’t—don’t want that.”
“Ah. I don’t think that the imponderable question of ‘waffles’ or ‘fruit loops’ is going to put a strain on our—thing.”
Spike looks up. That same small smile flickers for a brief instant. “Waffles, then.”
Xander crawls past him and slips out of bed.
Spike nods as the morning hard-on tenting Xander’s boxers becomes visible. “How about I take care of that first?” he asks suggestively - but his voice is strained and his nonchalance forced.
Xander swallows. His dick hardens some more at the suggestion and his breathing quickens. “Um, I… uh… It’s tempting,” he admits, “but this carpenter really has to take a shower, and…um… get ready for work. My boss is running out of tolerance fast.”
“Your loss,” Spike says, sounding indifferent, but looking quite forlorn. He doesn’t move.
Did he just turn down a blow-job? From Spike? Xander feels like a complete moron. Like he just turned down a lottery jackpot of a million dollar. It seems his feet are smarter than his mouth, though, because they refuse to budge. They seem rooted to the floor the way Xander’s eyes are glued to the pale sensuous creature that has turned his sexuality upside down.
Xander remembers Spike’s lack of initiative last night, his unexpected obedience, and the way that hard, lethal body became pliant for him. He remembers thrusting powerfully into Spike’s mouth and ass. The flare of heat the too-vivid flashback produces is almost too much to bear.
Before he knows it, he’s resting one knee on the edge of the bed and leaning forward.
“On the other hand—” he mumbles with a rare reckless smile, “—who needs breakfast?”
Spike meets him half way with a hunger so raw it can’t be faked, dispelling Xander’s fleeting, gut-churning worry that maybe Spike was merely trying to earn his keep. Xander encounters a hard mouth that wants to be crushed and conquered and thrusts his tongue inside. Spike puts up a struggle, but the tilt of his head is the first sign of surrender. Xander pushes forward, invading Spike’s mouth with his tongue and Spike yields, toppling backwards with a triumphant glint in his eyes. Xander follows, covering the other man with his larger frame and trapping both their hard-ons between their bodies.
There are suddenly too many elbows and knees and not nearly enough hands as they grope and fumble for more skin. In their eagerness to push the bed covers out of the way and get rid of Xander’s T-shirt and gaudy boxers, the two men almost tumble off the bed.
“This is crazy,” Xander mumbles as he pulls back to catch his breath, but then he swoops down again to plunder Spike’s mouth some more. Kissing is so much easier than questioning.
Spike’s only answer is an almost-whimper and a thrust of his hips.
It’s weird feeling an erect dick pressed against his own engorged flesh; weirder to feel it rubbing against it. But oh, with Spike writhing wantonly underneath him, Xander could get used to ‘weird.’ The offer of a blow-job is forgotten as he rocks his hips, creating more delicious friction. Their cocks are slick with pre-cum, sandwiched between coolness and heat, sliding against each other with the chafing sound of skin-on-skin, and they’re hard - fuck! - so hard.
Xander captures Spike’s wrists and roughly pins them down on both sides of Spike’s head. Spike moans and bucks and arches his neck, almost pushing Xander over the edge.
Too soon!
“Be still,” Xander rasps out. Instantly the body underneath him freezes. There’s just the rapid rising and falling of Spike’s chest as he pants and a slight tremble that indicates just how much effort it takes to obey.
Xander gives Spike’s wrists a determined shove, making it clear that they are supposed to stay where they are, then he slowly trails his hands downwards. Spike’s panting becomes harsher, more irregular, as Xander’s fingertips brush softly across his chest.
Xander crawls backwards, then bends down and flicks his tongue over a hardened pink nipple, causing Spike to tense, almost twitch. Xander licks and nibbles, teasing the sensitive nub, unpredictably alternating between rough and gentle.
Spike’s abs are next, Xander traces their contours with the tip of his tongue, occasionally dipping into the navel. Once or twice his cheek brushes against Spike’s straining cock. Each time, Spike utters a strangled whimper but otherwise his control holds.
From close-up Spike’s dick looks huge and daunting. Xander stares at the hardened flesh and the fresh drop of pre-cum that glistens at the swollen tip, then takes a deep breath before resolutely wrapping his fingers around it and giving the head a tentative lick.
Spike inhales sharply. He twitches underneath Xander’s restraining weight. Okay, this started off with the idea of Xander getting a blow-job, so how come he’s now giving one? Somewhere along the line the Spike-gives-head-to-Xander scenario must have taken a sharp U-turn. But who says that’s a bad thing? Xander gives the shaft a long and lavish lick and hears Spike’s breath hitch again. This is fun. With a bit of practice Spike should be begging in no time.
Apropos begging, why isn’t Spike saying anything? Last night he talked dirty like a waterfall. Xander lifts his head to look at the prone vampire. Spike’s face is a mask of concentration and he’s biting his lip. Then the penny drops and Xander feels like a dork. He grins sheepishly. “Spike… you can talk now, um… just don’t move.”
Spike exhales forcefully. “Look, you don’t have to.…”
Xander’s grin becomes mischievous and he begins to slowly move his hand up and down, teasingly stroking Spike’s cock and causing him to shudder. His eyes never leave Spike’s face. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“What I want?” With Xander’s hot hand slowly jerking him off Spike finds it difficult to focus. He searches Xander’s face. “Suck me? Please?” The hitch in Spike's voice makes Xander realize that there is more going on than a guy wanting to get blown. Come on, Spike must have had a gazillion blow-jobs over the past one hundred years or so. What’s so special about getting one from a twenty-two year old human construction worker?
"I've never done this before," Xander cautions after another lick. "But I think it goes something like. . ." He slides the head into his mouth, sealing his lips and sucking hard as he can.
“Fuck! Oh yeah, like that,” Spike gasps, his body jerking before it is forced still. “Oh god.”
Xander likes the sound of that. He continues to suck and work Spike’s dick with his mouth and tongue, partly remembering what he himself liked and partly taking his cues from Spike’s moans and expletives: “Oh fuck— do that again, please… yeah, god yes, Xander, suck me….”
His own neglected cock stays hard throughout.
When his jaw and tongue grow tired, Xander slithers upwards again to claim Spike’s mouth for a searing kiss that tastes of his pre-cum. Spike whimpers into his mouth. “Please. Let me—”
Xander covers him like before and aligns his cock so it comes to lie next to Spike’s. He starts to thrust, rubbing their slick cocks against each other. He reaches upwards and gives Spike’s wrists a nudge, freeing them from their non-existent restraints, thereby allowing Spike to move again. A moment later Spike’s hands are gripping his ass, urging him to grind harder into the tight channel between their bodies. “Spike, oh yes!” Xander can feel his balls contracting and his thrusts become more and more frantic. This is fucking hot.
“God… yes… please!” Suddenly Spike bucks hard enough to nearly throw Xander off, wetness pooling between them. Xander continues to pump away against Spike’s hard stomach and after a dozen or so thrusts he shouts and comes as well.
Outside, the grayness of dawn has turned into brightness. The bedroom is bathed in warm but indirect yellow light.
They lie on their backs, shoulder to shoulder, panting and waiting for their breathing – and in Xander’s case his heartbeat – to return to normal. The usual sounds of morning drift through the open window, birds twittering and people driving to work. Xander turns his head to look at the slightly rumpled vampire next to him - Spike returns his gaze. Neither Xander nor Spike says it out loud, but they both know that this is no longer a one-night stand.
THE END
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Date: 2003-03-27 08:14 pm (UTC)Instead, I will take the lazy person's way out.
Wonderful! Hot! Wonderful! Hot! Wonderful! Hot!
:-)
Thanks :-)
Thank you.
Pandora part 4 has been lingering in my head for quite some time now, so there will be more - eventually.
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Date: 2003-03-27 10:25 pm (UTC)I think the thing I love best about these (other than the utter pornariffic HOTNESS of them) is the characterization... Then the penny drops and Xander feels like a dork. He grins sheepishly. Heh. Terrific Xander there.
I also especially liked the conversation when they first woke up. It seems very realistic and I think it's well-done. I like the way you captured the nuances of their respective discomfort with the situation.
Love the way you use words.
Also? HOT! *g*
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Thank you, rubywisp. I'm happy the characterisation works for you. There are moments where I think it does and other moments where I think that Spike would never submit like that. Not to a weak human, anyway.
On the other hand souled!Spike is still a wild card and we hardly know what's going on inside him, so I guess there is enough leeway. I hope.
I'm glad you like the series. There will be more. It's handy having a little PWP-verse to expand upon...
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Date: 2003-03-27 10:53 pm (UTC)I so desperately needed that.
And now to reread....
Thanks, Anna
I so desperately needed to finish something.
And now back to SAsa (Spike/Anya-smut/angst)
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Date: 2003-03-27 11:20 pm (UTC)So hot. So lovely.
So good, I can't form coherent thoughts.
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Date: 2003-03-28 02:30 am (UTC)Very enjoyable.
Thanks, Lesley
Cheers
Re: Thanks, Lesley
Date: 2003-03-28 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-28 08:40 am (UTC)I also really like how you are subtly having them adjust the way they are accustomed to treating one another.
“Yea, it’s what you eat in the mornings.” At the last minute Xander swallows the automatic ‘nimrod’ that wants to latch itself on to that sentence.
A little sweetness is just what these two need. And lots and lots of hot sex. Yup, that should do it.
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Date: 2003-03-28 08:40 am (UTC)Apropos begging, why isn’t Spike saying anything? Last night he talked dirty like a waterfall. Xander lifts his head to look at the prone vampire. Spike’s face is a mask of concentration and he’s biting his lip. Then the penny drops and Xander feels like a dork. He grins sheepishly. “Spike… you can talk now, um… just don’t move.”
I also love that Xander can't keep up the dom role, not really. And when Spike is given leave to speak, he first demurs
Spike exhales forcefully. “Look, you don’t have to.…”
then says exactly what he wants. Very sexy.
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Thanks for being so detailed in your feedback! It always helps to know which sections work.
I'm in awe
Date: 2003-03-28 02:19 pm (UTC)It had everything:
- monitor exploding hotness
- easy ready
- nice pace
- a bit of depth
- great characterization
- promise of another chapter
- and well, more hotness
Like I said, I'm completely jealous. It reads like it flows from your thoughts to the keyboard with no effort at all. Well done.
Re: I'm in awe
Date: 2003-03-29 12:57 pm (UTC)I'm glad it looks so easy, because it wasn't.
Some parts took me ages to write. I'm glad I had Ladycat to help me. We chatted a lot via IM - and she beta-read this thing more than once. (But it was fun to write nonetheless.)
It's been said, but ...
Date: 2003-03-31 09:26 am (UTC)On the other hand souled!Spike is still a wild card and we hardly know what's going on inside him, so I guess there is enough leeway. I hope.
Well said. In your fics, Spike is so vulnerable that it's giving Xander the opportunity to open up sexually and emotionally to spike. It's quite necessary that Spike be the submissive one at first. This can change when Xander is more comfortable, but for now, you're spot on.