Sex saves the World
folder
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,978
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,978
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Sex saves the World
Sex saves the world
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I do not own the characters used in this fic.
Its probably no more than an R, but if I say NC-17 then I can cover all my bases.
If this had really happened (on the show, not in RL) then it would have been sometime around “I was made to love you.”
I don’t know where this came from, but feel free to chuck rotten tomatoes at it if you like.
Length: 414 words.
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Buffy moaned and writhed in the pink satiny bed sheets. Kinda girlie for a guy, but then he was a nurse.
His sister’s bed, he’d said when she asked, he was staying with her and she was outta town.
Doing it in his sister’s bed should have been icky, but the booze had dulled her dislike for ick. And she wanted him.
And so she was having him.
He wasn’t Angel, or even Riley, but he was there, and he’d brought his tongue and while he was down there and she was up here, the rest didn’t matter.
His face between her legs had her arching higher, further. Opening herself up to him and grinding her wetness against his mouth.
He sucked, licked, slurped and feasted , like she tasted of expensive ice cream, a one off treat for his taste buds, and she would swear he was trying to slurp her right off the spoon as her hips bucked into his teeth, causing flashes of pain to heighten her pleasure.
Getting closer, nearer, surging toward the moment when time and meaning would break apart for glorious seconds, she wrapped her thighs tight around his head, keeping him prisoner between them until he’d fulfilled her need.
His hands gripped her hips and his fingers dug in hard to her flesh accompanied by a tongue thrust into her hot, dark space and she ripped pink satiny sheets into two as she twisted and jerked off the bed, calling out… his name? A name anyway.
The fun filled moment passed and her hips sank back into the soft, posture-ruining mattress and wiped hair away from her slick forehead as she waited for her panting to slow.
“Ben.”
No answer. He lay between her legs, still, lips touching her sensitive pink flesh.
“Well I appreciate you’re eagerness for my beaver, but you can stop now if you like.”
When he still didn’t move away or speak, she lifted her weary head enough to look down at his motionless body.
“Ben.” A tap to his head brought nothing. “How could you fall asleep during that?” She asked playfully, pushing his head to the side to wake him up.
His head lolled awkwardly and his tongue left a moist trail along her thigh as sightless eyes that couldn’t gaze back at her fell her way and she shrieked, scooting backwards on the squashy bed, holding two pieces of sheet to her naked form.
“Oh my God, I’ve killed Ben!”
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I do not own the characters used in this fic.
Its probably no more than an R, but if I say NC-17 then I can cover all my bases.
If this had really happened (on the show, not in RL) then it would have been sometime around “I was made to love you.”
I don’t know where this came from, but feel free to chuck rotten tomatoes at it if you like.
Length: 414 words.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Buffy moaned and writhed in the pink satiny bed sheets. Kinda girlie for a guy, but then he was a nurse.
His sister’s bed, he’d said when she asked, he was staying with her and she was outta town.
Doing it in his sister’s bed should have been icky, but the booze had dulled her dislike for ick. And she wanted him.
And so she was having him.
He wasn’t Angel, or even Riley, but he was there, and he’d brought his tongue and while he was down there and she was up here, the rest didn’t matter.
His face between her legs had her arching higher, further. Opening herself up to him and grinding her wetness against his mouth.
He sucked, licked, slurped and feasted , like she tasted of expensive ice cream, a one off treat for his taste buds, and she would swear he was trying to slurp her right off the spoon as her hips bucked into his teeth, causing flashes of pain to heighten her pleasure.
Getting closer, nearer, surging toward the moment when time and meaning would break apart for glorious seconds, she wrapped her thighs tight around his head, keeping him prisoner between them until he’d fulfilled her need.
His hands gripped her hips and his fingers dug in hard to her flesh accompanied by a tongue thrust into her hot, dark space and she ripped pink satiny sheets into two as she twisted and jerked off the bed, calling out… his name? A name anyway.
The fun filled moment passed and her hips sank back into the soft, posture-ruining mattress and wiped hair away from her slick forehead as she waited for her panting to slow.
“Ben.”
No answer. He lay between her legs, still, lips touching her sensitive pink flesh.
“Well I appreciate you’re eagerness for my beaver, but you can stop now if you like.”
When he still didn’t move away or speak, she lifted her weary head enough to look down at his motionless body.
“Ben.” A tap to his head brought nothing. “How could you fall asleep during that?” She asked playfully, pushing his head to the side to wake him up.
His head lolled awkwardly and his tongue left a moist trail along her thigh as sightless eyes that couldn’t gaze back at her fell her way and she shrieked, scooting backwards on the squashy bed, holding two pieces of sheet to her naked form.
“Oh my God, I’ve killed Ben!”