Spuffy Ficlet: Before
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botiasRating: Sexy
Timeline: In my little post-Chosen Spuffy fantasyland
A/N: I wanted to post some Spuffy for you all, and I found this on my desktop. Hope you like.
Without saying anything, Buffy held up one of the warm cookies. He padded forward on bare feet, skirting the sliver of afternoon sunlight on the tile. Grabbing her wrist, he took a bite. He was still half-asleep, and somehow he reminded her of before when he was this way. It was as if his body awakened a little ahead of his soul.
Buffy watched Spike watch her while he ate, her breath growing shorter as the white teeth came closer and closer to her fingertips.
Was it wrong that she kind of liked it, these glimpses of the way he used to be—to stand in the intense focus of a creature without shame or mercy, ruled by only a few basic imperatives of which she was the first.
A deft brush of lips and tongue and the last bit of cookie was taken from her fingers. Buffy pulled in a breath at the sharp twist of pleasure in her lower belly. Spike’s pupils dilated at the sound, and she wondered if he was remembering the handful of afternoons when she’d woken to his lips on her body, tasting and biting. His lovemaking then was sleek and silent and intense. The way he looked at her pinned her to the bed as much as his hands on her wrists and the thickness of him inside her. He looked into her then, completely unselfconscious, stripping her bare.
Before, this sensation of nakedness had been one more adrenaline kick, one more punishment. Now it gave her a tentative joy.
It still made her feel exquisitely sensitive, almost raw, her world narrowed to the sinuous rub of his belly and hips, the nudge of his pubic bone, the deep pleasure of him inside her. It was enough the same that afterward she always felt guilty as if she’d been with a secret lover. For the rest of the day he would catch her staring at him and then laugh at her blushes.
The movement of his throat caught her eye as he swallowed the last bite. She looked up just in time to see his mouth close over her fingers.
Timeline: In my little post-Chosen Spuffy fantasyland
A/N: I wanted to post some Spuffy for you all, and I found this on my desktop. Hope you like.
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Without saying anything, Buffy held up one of the warm cookies. He padded forward on bare feet, skirting the sliver of afternoon sunlight on the tile. Grabbing her wrist, he took a bite. He was still half-asleep, and somehow he reminded her of before when he was this way. It was as if his body awakened a little ahead of his soul.
Buffy watched Spike watch her while he ate, her breath growing shorter as the white teeth came closer and closer to her fingertips.
Was it wrong that she kind of liked it, these glimpses of the way he used to be—to stand in the intense focus of a creature without shame or mercy, ruled by only a few basic imperatives of which she was the first.
A deft brush of lips and tongue and the last bit of cookie was taken from her fingers. Buffy pulled in a breath at the sharp twist of pleasure in her lower belly. Spike’s pupils dilated at the sound, and she wondered if he was remembering the handful of afternoons when she’d woken to his lips on her body, tasting and biting. His lovemaking then was sleek and silent and intense. The way he looked at her pinned her to the bed as much as his hands on her wrists and the thickness of him inside her. He looked into her then, completely unselfconscious, stripping her bare.
Before, this sensation of nakedness had been one more adrenaline kick, one more punishment. Now it gave her a tentative joy.
It still made her feel exquisitely sensitive, almost raw, her world narrowed to the sinuous rub of his belly and hips, the nudge of his pubic bone, the deep pleasure of him inside her. It was enough the same that afterward she always felt guilty as if she’d been with a secret lover. For the rest of the day he would catch her staring at him and then laugh at her blushes.
The movement of his throat caught her eye as he swallowed the last bite. She looked up just in time to see his mouth close over her fingers.
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