Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 37
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Part 37
Harris came as close to purring as a human could get as he stretched on the bed. His entire body was sore, but in the best possible ways. He felt… like he’d been rode hard, rubbed down and put away damp, but not wet. Then again, that was pretty much what had happened, aside from the being rode part. He’d done plenty of riding, though.
His arms spread as wide as his smile as he tried to reach the long, sleek form of his vampire and he frowned, finding only empty mattress. A puzzled frown crossed his lips and he forced himself to open his eye.
He almost panicked for a moment but then he saw the note Spike had left him.
~Beloved Pet…
It’s bloody overcast today. Enough for me to run a few errands… pick up some supplies. If you wake up before I get back, just think of me, and you’ll feel me.
Won’t be long. Just a couple hours.
Don’t think I could stand to be away from you for longer than that, anyway; not after I just found you again.
Order yourself something from room service, love. As long as you’re awake, you might as well eat, right? Can’t have you getting all thin and anorexic. Love you just as you are.
But save room for dessert, Xan… got something long and cool and hard for you, pet. It’s a treat nobody but you gets to have. Ever again.
Should be back by noon, love. And if you’re not awake yet, I’ll just tear up this note.
Don’t want you thinking I’m a great sodding ponce, but I couldn’t stand it if you woke up alone and thought I’d left you.
Love you, Xan. You ARE my better half.
All of me,
Your Spike… YOURS~
Harris smiled, something about the awkward words touching him deep in his heart. Spike was so very good at talking to him, but apparently when he tried to write, he… over-thought, maybe.
Whatever it was, it was endearing.
He folded the note as he got out of the bed and moved into the living room area of the suite to slide it deep into his pants pocket before returning to the bedroom.
Harris picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. “Yeah, uh… can you connect me with room service? I don’t have the menu handy.”
“Of course, Mr. Angelicus… just a moment. And I can heartily recommend the salmon. It’s flown in daily from Scotland.”
Harris’s brow arched at being called Mr. Angelicus, but he didn’t really care. It was better than being Mr. The Bloody, he figured.
A smile crossed his lips at the fact that he was thinking of himself as Spike’s spouse. Hell, it was far too soon to even be considering something like that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want it.
He cleared his throat as the call transfer was answered and he ordered a very rare steak and two servings of sautéed spinach. He had a feeling he’d need the iron soon, if he didn’t already.
Fortunately for Harris’s peace of mind, the room service staff was very discrete and he got not even a raised eyebrow when he collected his meal at the door clad in nothing but a towel. He wheeled the cart inside himself and sat down, devouring the food like he hadn’t eaten in days… and he supposed he hadn’t. It was amazing that he hadn’t even noticed.
He almost called down to order another helping but then he remembered what Spike had written. “Oh, yeah,” he grinned as he pushed the cart away and stood, “I’m definitely saving room for that dessert.”
That was when he remembered the other part of the note. He moved back to the bedroom and lay down, un-tucking the towel from around him as he thought about his Spike.
Suddenly he felt a… sense… of the vampire. Almost like Spike was in the next room and moving about giving off small sounds to announce his presence.
Harris gasped, the scar on his neck tingling as he let one hand wrap lightly around his own cock.
“Spike,” he murmured, sure he was imagining it, “Gods, babe… get back soon…” Even the imagined sense of his lover was exciting.
He continued to stroke himself, not too hard and not too soft. Just enough pressure to ensure that whenever his vampire DID get back, Harris would be there, ready, willing and able.
“Gods,” he whispered to the empty room, “Love you so much, Spike… love you…” His free hand pressed lightly against the mark on his neck, rubbing and worrying at it gently. He could almost feel Spike’s lips there… teasing, taunting, laving softly… or harshly. Either way was good.
He wasn’t sure of what time Spike had left but he probably had a good hour or so left, and that was more than enough time to give his head a rest from the patch.
He moved his hand from his neck and shoved the eye patch up over the top of his head, letting it rest on the pillow behind him before returning to the prior soft touches. His eye closed and he didn’t even notice it when he drifted off, one hand still on his neck, the other wrapped loosely around his cock, which was how Spike found him less than twenty minutes later.
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(A/N: Are we beginning to see a pattern here? Tisienne's writing style: Plot, plot, plot, plot, plot... porn, porn, porn... plot, plot, plot. LOL Thank yous to RemityGirl and ladyicondraco for their latest reviews. Maybe one more part either tonight or tomorrow... working on the sequel as we speak. *grins*)
Part 37
Harris came as close to purring as a human could get as he stretched on the bed. His entire body was sore, but in the best possible ways. He felt… like he’d been rode hard, rubbed down and put away damp, but not wet. Then again, that was pretty much what had happened, aside from the being rode part. He’d done plenty of riding, though.
His arms spread as wide as his smile as he tried to reach the long, sleek form of his vampire and he frowned, finding only empty mattress. A puzzled frown crossed his lips and he forced himself to open his eye.
He almost panicked for a moment but then he saw the note Spike had left him.
~Beloved Pet…
It’s bloody overcast today. Enough for me to run a few errands… pick up some supplies. If you wake up before I get back, just think of me, and you’ll feel me.
Won’t be long. Just a couple hours.
Don’t think I could stand to be away from you for longer than that, anyway; not after I just found you again.
Order yourself something from room service, love. As long as you’re awake, you might as well eat, right? Can’t have you getting all thin and anorexic. Love you just as you are.
But save room for dessert, Xan… got something long and cool and hard for you, pet. It’s a treat nobody but you gets to have. Ever again.
Should be back by noon, love. And if you’re not awake yet, I’ll just tear up this note.
Don’t want you thinking I’m a great sodding ponce, but I couldn’t stand it if you woke up alone and thought I’d left you.
Love you, Xan. You ARE my better half.
All of me,
Your Spike… YOURS~
Harris smiled, something about the awkward words touching him deep in his heart. Spike was so very good at talking to him, but apparently when he tried to write, he… over-thought, maybe.
Whatever it was, it was endearing.
He folded the note as he got out of the bed and moved into the living room area of the suite to slide it deep into his pants pocket before returning to the bedroom.
Harris picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. “Yeah, uh… can you connect me with room service? I don’t have the menu handy.”
“Of course, Mr. Angelicus… just a moment. And I can heartily recommend the salmon. It’s flown in daily from Scotland.”
Harris’s brow arched at being called Mr. Angelicus, but he didn’t really care. It was better than being Mr. The Bloody, he figured.
A smile crossed his lips at the fact that he was thinking of himself as Spike’s spouse. Hell, it was far too soon to even be considering something like that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want it.
He cleared his throat as the call transfer was answered and he ordered a very rare steak and two servings of sautéed spinach. He had a feeling he’d need the iron soon, if he didn’t already.
Fortunately for Harris’s peace of mind, the room service staff was very discrete and he got not even a raised eyebrow when he collected his meal at the door clad in nothing but a towel. He wheeled the cart inside himself and sat down, devouring the food like he hadn’t eaten in days… and he supposed he hadn’t. It was amazing that he hadn’t even noticed.
He almost called down to order another helping but then he remembered what Spike had written. “Oh, yeah,” he grinned as he pushed the cart away and stood, “I’m definitely saving room for that dessert.”
That was when he remembered the other part of the note. He moved back to the bedroom and lay down, un-tucking the towel from around him as he thought about his Spike.
Suddenly he felt a… sense… of the vampire. Almost like Spike was in the next room and moving about giving off small sounds to announce his presence.
Harris gasped, the scar on his neck tingling as he let one hand wrap lightly around his own cock.
“Spike,” he murmured, sure he was imagining it, “Gods, babe… get back soon…” Even the imagined sense of his lover was exciting.
He continued to stroke himself, not too hard and not too soft. Just enough pressure to ensure that whenever his vampire DID get back, Harris would be there, ready, willing and able.
“Gods,” he whispered to the empty room, “Love you so much, Spike… love you…” His free hand pressed lightly against the mark on his neck, rubbing and worrying at it gently. He could almost feel Spike’s lips there… teasing, taunting, laving softly… or harshly. Either way was good.
He wasn’t sure of what time Spike had left but he probably had a good hour or so left, and that was more than enough time to give his head a rest from the patch.
He moved his hand from his neck and shoved the eye patch up over the top of his head, letting it rest on the pillow behind him before returning to the prior soft touches. His eye closed and he didn’t even notice it when he drifted off, one hand still on his neck, the other wrapped loosely around his cock, which was how Spike found him less than twenty minutes later.
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(A/N: Are we beginning to see a pattern here? Tisienne's writing style: Plot, plot, plot, plot, plot... porn, porn, porn... plot, plot, plot. LOL Thank yous to RemityGirl and ladyicondraco for their latest reviews. Maybe one more part either tonight or tomorrow... working on the sequel as we speak. *grins*)