Spuffy Ficlet: Before
Apr. 7th, 2008 11:33 amRating: 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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Date: 2008-04-07 07:04 pm (UTC)And the warm cookie is a lovely bonus. Yum.
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Date: 2008-04-07 07:20 pm (UTC)I really like the notion that Buffy is finally able to have and accept "both" Spikes (even if it makes her blush). And you do lovely things here with the cookie analogy.
Thanks for this.
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Date: 2008-04-07 07:40 pm (UTC)Honestly, the cookie's in there because chocolate-chip oatmeal cookies are a staple for me, but the analogy thing works too. :D
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Date: 2008-04-07 07:41 pm (UTC)Warm cookies are the best. I nuke my day-old cookies for a few seconds so they are at least warm again.
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Date: 2008-04-07 09:46 pm (UTC)No words are necessary between them.
Your words create a world of emotion in the eating of a warm cookie.
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Date: 2008-04-07 11:58 pm (UTC)Honey if that is wrong, I don't want to be right. And, I don't think Buffy really does either. It's nice to see her finally getting that, allowing herself to accept all of the pleasures love has to offer, and the singlar pleasures of spike in particular.
I could taste thoese cookies, botias. And it all merged into a sensous haze from there. Very well done.
Yum!
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Date: 2008-04-08 12:00 am (UTC)\o/\o/\o/
That is my new Spuffy motto. :D Thank you for that, and for your fb.
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Date: 2008-04-08 01:57 am (UTC)Phrase that takes my breath away
Date: 2008-04-08 03:33 am (UTC)"Before, this sensation of nakedness had been one more adrenaline kick, one more punishment. Now it gave her a tentative joy." This is for true.
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Date: 2008-04-08 03:34 am (UTC)Re: Phrase that takes my breath away
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Date: 2008-04-08 04:01 am (UTC)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.
**I swear, you just wrote my every fantasy about Spike...
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Date: 2008-04-08 04:28 am (UTC)Have to tell you, there's this part of Persephone that has been replaying nonstop in the back of my brain ever since I read it. It's a couple of chapters ago, during that luscious sex-in-the-dark scene, when Spike is well and whole again from drinking slayer blood:
He shifted so that he was fully on top of her, making himself comfortable between her legs. There was no hesitation in his movements now, only lazy strength.
It's like Spike is whispering this in my ear all the time. And okay, not really complaining here, because it certainly enlivens the silly meetings I have to sit through, and the long commute, and the dish-washing, and who wouldn't want that voice in their ear, anyway, right?
But it can very, very distracting when actually attempting to have a focused conversation.
And now the cookie thing. Oy.
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Date: 2008-04-08 10:26 am (UTC)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.
Gah. So much love for that. So lovely that she can recognize it, even if it does give her a little bit of guilt. (I don't think Buffy will ever be able to get over the guilt at feeling any kind of pleasure, no matter who or what gives it to her.)
The movement of his throat caught her eye as he swallowed the last bite.
Nnnnnhh. Throat-kink. *fans self* A beautifully insightful little piece. Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2008-04-08 06:56 pm (UTC)*dreamy sigh*
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Date: 2008-04-08 07:03 pm (UTC)Oh? Did I do that? Ooops. >:D
That whole 'making himself comfortable between her legs' thing... kinda got your attention did it?
Perhaps if, when you are imagining him eating the cookie (don't forget his firm grip on her little wrist), you were also to imagine him naked then it would help you be less flustered by it. Works for public speaking right?
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Date: 2008-04-08 07:06 pm (UTC)Oooh, yes, throat kink. :D I do love his pretty white throat.
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Date: 2008-04-08 08:28 pm (UTC)I love the description of his lovemaking as "sleek"; that brings to mind all sorts of delicious tactile images of his body and his movements. Mmm.
Hee, you had me at pinned. :P
What a pleasure, to see her seeing what once was a source of shame, and is now a source of joy. Wonderful ficlet, dear B. ♥
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Date: 2008-04-08 08:32 pm (UTC)Me too. O.O
Thanks so much, Beans. :-*
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Date: 2008-04-24 01:46 pm (UTC)Thanks
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Date: 2010-03-31 03:17 am (UTC)Love that line!
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