Somethin' Cupid
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,232
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1
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Dirty Dream No. 2
Dirty Dream No.2
Summary: Dirty dream no.2
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Pretty please: glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters I would have Spike tied up in my basement.
Timeframe: Sometime in season 7ish cept I haven't seen it so it probably bears absolutely no resemblance oh well
Beta: *Emi* my favouritist beta reader
Note: smut smut smut smut smut
She hasn't been able to get the dream out of her head all day, nor her admission of love in the wee sma' hours. It scurries round her head from morning 'til night, again and again she pushes it away. Closing her eyes to try and get some peace.
^_^
He hasn't been able to get the dream out of his head all day. Just Buffy's face when she caught sight of him and that other woman. And who was that other woman anyway?
So he lays his head down and closes his eyes trying to stop the incessant thoughts jumping around his head.
Sleep
Sleep
Dream
^_^
It's the same room as last night. Same set up. Roses on the bedspread, this time white mixed in among the red.
There they appear, completely naked.
"Do I have to live out this nightmare *every* night...?" groaned Buffy aloud.
"What nightmare?" asks Spike, turning round. Buffy does her best to avert her eyes.
"Wargh...so you can hear me tonight?"
"Tonight? So you were actually IN my dream last night..."
"Yep, watching every last disgusting part. And who exactly was she? And why were you dreaming about her?"
"I dunno who she was, never seen her before pet. She was just, there. I mean she was delicious and everything, but you know she didn't mean anything. In my eyes there's no-one but you..."
"Delicious!" she huffed, then thought. "This is a dream…right?"
"Yes."
"Meaning we're not really here, we're not really naked. We're just dreaming. Together."
"Or you are fantasising about me in a bed of roses, pet."
"Or vice versa," she smirked. "I always have horrible dreams. So what do you say we make this one extra good...just for a change?" She moves in closer to him and continues, "Just to make up for last night…"
He takes her hand and kisses it. His eyes peek up above her hand, staring at her with an unbelievable intensity and heat.
"What does the lady consider to be extra good?"
She can take it no longer: the contours of his body, the intensity of his gaze…
"You..." She leans in and whispers in his ear; nuzzling his neck, nibbling at his shoulder.
"Well, then the lady...can do what she wants with me," he gasps out, never taking his intense gaze from the beautiful slayer.
Buffy hitches first one leg over him, then another.
"Good, 'cause the lady wants to play."
Spike's eyes widen at this statement.
"What?" she asks. He decides it's better not to mention Dru.
"Nothing."
"Well, okay then…" And with that she takes his hands and begins to slowly suck his fingers. Licking...slowly...seductively.
"Buffy...luv...please…"
"Stop? Oh, okay!" she laughs.
"You are such a tease..." he laughed back as she licked from his collar bone, slowly down. Down.
Down.
And stopped.
"Buffy," he almost whines.
And quick as a flash she slips herself on top of him.
"Is that better?" she asks.
"So much," he grins.
She grinds into him. Harder...faster…
They are little more than a blur of colour, shaking, worshiping, trembling. Rose petals fly across the room. Screaming, stuttering. One heart races fast enough for two.
Then they collapse, spent.
"I want more," she pouts, running her finger along his abs.
"Give me a second, luv," he chuckles, low and sexy.
"I want. I want what she had. I want you to make love to me."
"Well, you are in charge." He smiles, beautiful and filled with joy.
Slowly, softly, sweetly.
But as intense as ever, their bodies entwine.
As the last gasp fades into oblivion.
She whispers in his ear...her face surrounded by white rose petals. "I want to remember…" Her voices fades away. "It was a good dream."
^_^
"It was a good dream," she says aloud, realising she is awake.
Alone.
In her bed.
Sighing, she tries to go back to sleep, but it simply doesn't come.
^_^
"It was a good dream."
He realises he is awake.
Alone.
Something simply must be done.
^_^
She walks to her door at 6 in the morning. She can't sleep, she decides to go out for a walk.
When she opens her door, she sees a bouquet of white roses lying there. She picks them up and stares at them for what seems like hours. Finally she notices the card.
"To help you remember..."
Summary: Dirty dream no.2
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Pretty please: glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters I would have Spike tied up in my basement.
Timeframe: Sometime in season 7ish cept I haven't seen it so it probably bears absolutely no resemblance oh well
Beta: *Emi* my favouritist beta reader
Note: smut smut smut smut smut
She hasn't been able to get the dream out of her head all day, nor her admission of love in the wee sma' hours. It scurries round her head from morning 'til night, again and again she pushes it away. Closing her eyes to try and get some peace.
^_^
He hasn't been able to get the dream out of his head all day. Just Buffy's face when she caught sight of him and that other woman. And who was that other woman anyway?
So he lays his head down and closes his eyes trying to stop the incessant thoughts jumping around his head.
Sleep
Sleep
Dream
^_^
It's the same room as last night. Same set up. Roses on the bedspread, this time white mixed in among the red.
There they appear, completely naked.
"Do I have to live out this nightmare *every* night...?" groaned Buffy aloud.
"What nightmare?" asks Spike, turning round. Buffy does her best to avert her eyes.
"Wargh...so you can hear me tonight?"
"Tonight? So you were actually IN my dream last night..."
"Yep, watching every last disgusting part. And who exactly was she? And why were you dreaming about her?"
"I dunno who she was, never seen her before pet. She was just, there. I mean she was delicious and everything, but you know she didn't mean anything. In my eyes there's no-one but you..."
"Delicious!" she huffed, then thought. "This is a dream…right?"
"Yes."
"Meaning we're not really here, we're not really naked. We're just dreaming. Together."
"Or you are fantasising about me in a bed of roses, pet."
"Or vice versa," she smirked. "I always have horrible dreams. So what do you say we make this one extra good...just for a change?" She moves in closer to him and continues, "Just to make up for last night…"
He takes her hand and kisses it. His eyes peek up above her hand, staring at her with an unbelievable intensity and heat.
"What does the lady consider to be extra good?"
She can take it no longer: the contours of his body, the intensity of his gaze…
"You..." She leans in and whispers in his ear; nuzzling his neck, nibbling at his shoulder.
"Well, then the lady...can do what she wants with me," he gasps out, never taking his intense gaze from the beautiful slayer.
Buffy hitches first one leg over him, then another.
"Good, 'cause the lady wants to play."
Spike's eyes widen at this statement.
"What?" she asks. He decides it's better not to mention Dru.
"Nothing."
"Well, okay then…" And with that she takes his hands and begins to slowly suck his fingers. Licking...slowly...seductively.
"Buffy...luv...please…"
"Stop? Oh, okay!" she laughs.
"You are such a tease..." he laughed back as she licked from his collar bone, slowly down. Down.
Down.
And stopped.
"Buffy," he almost whines.
And quick as a flash she slips herself on top of him.
"Is that better?" she asks.
"So much," he grins.
She grinds into him. Harder...faster…
They are little more than a blur of colour, shaking, worshiping, trembling. Rose petals fly across the room. Screaming, stuttering. One heart races fast enough for two.
Then they collapse, spent.
"I want more," she pouts, running her finger along his abs.
"Give me a second, luv," he chuckles, low and sexy.
"I want. I want what she had. I want you to make love to me."
"Well, you are in charge." He smiles, beautiful and filled with joy.
Slowly, softly, sweetly.
But as intense as ever, their bodies entwine.
As the last gasp fades into oblivion.
She whispers in his ear...her face surrounded by white rose petals. "I want to remember…" Her voices fades away. "It was a good dream."
^_^
"It was a good dream," she says aloud, realising she is awake.
Alone.
In her bed.
Sighing, she tries to go back to sleep, but it simply doesn't come.
^_^
"It was a good dream."
He realises he is awake.
Alone.
Something simply must be done.
^_^
She walks to her door at 6 in the morning. She can't sleep, she decides to go out for a walk.
When she opens her door, she sees a bouquet of white roses lying there. She picks them up and stares at them for what seems like hours. Finally she notices the card.
"To help you remember..."