Somethin' Cupid
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,229
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dirty Dream No.1 - Spike
Dirty Dream No.1 - Spike
Summary: Cupid decides to intervene in Buffy and Spikes love life...
Rating: R
Feedback: Want it...need it...love it: glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and whomever else he sells them to…I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Timeframe: Sometime in season 7ish cept I haven't seen it so it probably bears absolutely no resemblance oh well
Beta: *Emi* thanks as always :)
Note: Special thanx to my new "mews" Boris.
He'd had dreams like this before.
Lusting, lurid, technicolour dreams.
The ones where you can almost taste the sweat.
He hadn't had a dream like this in a long time, not since, well, since before Buffy.
Well he had had dreams like it but they had always *involved* Buffy.
But those dreams had always been about *someone*, someone in the street, someone he knew. This was unreal.
************************
Her lips are a little too red, y'know?
She's not of this world. She walks with the grace of angels.
He's watching her across a room, loud punk can be heard to blare from above his head.
He's in a dodgy basement club, and she shines like the morning sun.
She reminds him of Buffy. That same quality of grace...
Buffy...
*************************
He knows he must be dreaming, the quality of space and time alone tells him so.
He sits naked in a bed of roses. Cigarette in mouth. He had no idea how he got here, but he is not unhappy with the situation.
She tastes like cream. Lips redder than blood.
She glows, smashing her lips, her naked body down upon him.
Licking, twisting, stroking...she leaves no part of his body unsearched.
He is delirious with her. It is like some glorious fever has entered him and made his cool body hot.
Their bodies writhing, thrusting in unison.
************************
"I want to make love to you," she whisp her her voice husky; hypersexual.
And he lets her. Slow and sweet.
There's attention to detail, and the candles flicker in time to the creaking of the bed of roses.
Her body sweats above his. Glowing, gleaming in the candlelight, he loves himself in her.
Lets his hands devour her.
But it's not quite *right*.
It's just that her lips, well they are a little too red, y'know?
**********************
Mid-thrust, he spots her: Buffy.
She looks agonised, glued to the spot.
He stops.
"Buffy?"
********************
He loves only her, he ponders this as he awakes.
It was a nice dream, but that's all it was.
He loves only her.
And that other girl. Well, her lips were just a little *too* red, that's all.
Summary: Cupid decides to intervene in Buffy and Spikes love life...
Rating: R
Feedback: Want it...need it...love it: glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and whomever else he sells them to…I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Timeframe: Sometime in season 7ish cept I haven't seen it so it probably bears absolutely no resemblance oh well
Beta: *Emi* thanks as always :)
Note: Special thanx to my new "mews" Boris.
He'd had dreams like this before.
Lusting, lurid, technicolour dreams.
The ones where you can almost taste the sweat.
He hadn't had a dream like this in a long time, not since, well, since before Buffy.
Well he had had dreams like it but they had always *involved* Buffy.
But those dreams had always been about *someone*, someone in the street, someone he knew. This was unreal.
************************
Her lips are a little too red, y'know?
She's not of this world. She walks with the grace of angels.
He's watching her across a room, loud punk can be heard to blare from above his head.
He's in a dodgy basement club, and she shines like the morning sun.
She reminds him of Buffy. That same quality of grace...
Buffy...
*************************
He knows he must be dreaming, the quality of space and time alone tells him so.
He sits naked in a bed of roses. Cigarette in mouth. He had no idea how he got here, but he is not unhappy with the situation.
She tastes like cream. Lips redder than blood.
She glows, smashing her lips, her naked body down upon him.
Licking, twisting, stroking...she leaves no part of his body unsearched.
He is delirious with her. It is like some glorious fever has entered him and made his cool body hot.
Their bodies writhing, thrusting in unison.
************************
"I want to make love to you," she whisp her her voice husky; hypersexual.
And he lets her. Slow and sweet.
There's attention to detail, and the candles flicker in time to the creaking of the bed of roses.
Her body sweats above his. Glowing, gleaming in the candlelight, he loves himself in her.
Lets his hands devour her.
But it's not quite *right*.
It's just that her lips, well they are a little too red, y'know?
**********************
Mid-thrust, he spots her: Buffy.
She looks agonised, glued to the spot.
He stops.
"Buffy?"
********************
He loves only her, he ponders this as he awakes.
It was a nice dream, but that's all it was.
He loves only her.
And that other girl. Well, her lips were just a little *too* red, that's all.