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_green_! Here's a tiny fic just for you and I hope you have a wonderful day, because no one deserves it more ::snuggles and smooches and licks::
Well Defined
“So when you asked me if I wanted to go where no man had gone before, you were relying on a dictionary definition of ‘man’ to make you not a great, big, pants on fire liar?” Spike said.
Wesley, who had shuddered deliciously as cool, slicked vampire bits and bobs had entered him but not flinched at a novel sensation as much he should have done, nodded. “More or less.”
“Would have fucked you anyway, Wes. Didn’t have to play me by pretending Angel didn’t have you first.”
Wesley shrugged, without a hint of apology, and Spike studied him with an expressionless face. “Want to play another game, Wes?”
“Perhaps,” Wesley said cautiously.
“Dictionary game – ever hear of it?” As Spike had just invented it, Wesley’s puzzled headshake was only to be expected. “Pick three letters, Wesley.”
“Not until I know what happens after that,” Wesley said, rolling onto his back and smiling up at the ceiling as if he didn’t think it would be too bad, whatever it was.
“Trust me.”
Spike’s voice was mild enough to be a warning but Wesley seemed to be oblivious to the ‘Danger, Will Robinson!’ atmosphere. “Oh, very well. I’ll just have to go with ‘O’, ‘E’ and ‘D’ won’t I?”
Spike grinned, relaxing enough to appreciate the reference. “I can work with that,” he assured him. “Think you can stay still without me making it so you don’t have any choice?”
“I’m bound to say ‘yes’ if you think about it logically,” Wesley said lazily, stretching out and looking drowsy and replete. ‘That implies it’ll be painful and I’d want to be able to stop you, which I couldn’t do if I were tied.”
“Not painful,” Spike said. “Might tickle...”
“Do your worst.”
Spike chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to regret those three words, pet...”
Twenty minutes later Wesley was gasping, shuddering and one lick away from broken. Spike eyed him with a sombre satisfaction and gave it to him, one final, teasingly light, tantalisingly brief swipe of the tip of his tongue across the head of Wesley’s cock, the only part of his body that had been touched, no matter how much he’d demanded, pleaded and questioned. Wesley came, howling Spike’s name, which was fair enough, Spike supposed, and then curled around Spike, pressing up against him as if to make up for the endless minutes of not being touched. Spike smoothed a hand over Wesley’s back forgivingly and kissed the damp hair tickling his chin.
“Work it out, did you? What I did?”
Wesley nodded without speaking.
“Tell me, then,”
He felt Wesley’s lips press against his shoulder in a soft kiss and then Wesley pulled away and tilted his head back. “Oral sex...”
“Yeah.”
“On the end?”
“Heh. Yeah, just the end.”
“Of my dick.”
“That’s right. Clever, Wes.”
“You couldn’t have been a bit more...forceful about it? Thrown in the odd bit of suction?”
Spike shook his head looking shocked. “I was doing it...delicately,” he explained.
“That’s two ‘D’s,” Wesley objected.
“You stuttered.”
Today is the last day of me being 39. For someone with my liking of round numbers, I'm strangely indifferent to this one approaching.
Thorntons do these chocolate bars with stuff in the middle and Mum brought over a bagful. I had the lemon creme one last night. Beyond words delicious. If chocolate got rated, it'd be NC 17 all the way...
I love that titles meme but there isn't a story behind most of mine (heh, underneath, yes, behind, no.)
As a slight twist on it, my longest one is 'I Would if I Could, But I'm a Little Tied Up Right Now', my first slash fic.
My shortest, in words, is 'Heartfelt', a drabble.
My most obscure is very likely, 'Who Shaves the Spanish Librarian?' which refers to the paradox of the Spanish barber and has Giles trying to work out who gave him his 'Kiss the Librarian' mug and getting puzzled when he realises it was Dawn, but it was before she arrived...
My most suggestive is ' Take on all Comers', a Spuffy written for National Orgasm day.
The one that changed most after it was posted was 'Just For the Hell Of It' where Spike went jogging. Forget the original title but there were about three.
The one I didn't pick myself was 'Saving Souls, Sunnydale Style' which David came up with :;smooches him as it was perfect::
Punniest, 'On Principle' because it's Giles facing down Principal Snyder. OK, not so good at puns...
Favourite...impossible to pick, but 'A Chaos of Consequences', 'Predatory Acts' and 'Behind Closed Doors' are three I like because they fit the fics perfectly.
_green_! Here's a tiny fic just for you and I hope you have a wonderful day, because no one deserves it more ::snuggles and smooches and licks::Well Defined
“So when you asked me if I wanted to go where no man had gone before, you were relying on a dictionary definition of ‘man’ to make you not a great, big, pants on fire liar?” Spike said.
Wesley, who had shuddered deliciously as cool, slicked vampire bits and bobs had entered him but not flinched at a novel sensation as much he should have done, nodded. “More or less.”
“Would have fucked you anyway, Wes. Didn’t have to play me by pretending Angel didn’t have you first.”
Wesley shrugged, without a hint of apology, and Spike studied him with an expressionless face. “Want to play another game, Wes?”
“Perhaps,” Wesley said cautiously.
“Dictionary game – ever hear of it?” As Spike had just invented it, Wesley’s puzzled headshake was only to be expected. “Pick three letters, Wesley.”
“Not until I know what happens after that,” Wesley said, rolling onto his back and smiling up at the ceiling as if he didn’t think it would be too bad, whatever it was.
“Trust me.”
Spike’s voice was mild enough to be a warning but Wesley seemed to be oblivious to the ‘Danger, Will Robinson!’ atmosphere. “Oh, very well. I’ll just have to go with ‘O’, ‘E’ and ‘D’ won’t I?”
Spike grinned, relaxing enough to appreciate the reference. “I can work with that,” he assured him. “Think you can stay still without me making it so you don’t have any choice?”
“I’m bound to say ‘yes’ if you think about it logically,” Wesley said lazily, stretching out and looking drowsy and replete. ‘That implies it’ll be painful and I’d want to be able to stop you, which I couldn’t do if I were tied.”
“Not painful,” Spike said. “Might tickle...”
“Do your worst.”
Spike chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to regret those three words, pet...”
Twenty minutes later Wesley was gasping, shuddering and one lick away from broken. Spike eyed him with a sombre satisfaction and gave it to him, one final, teasingly light, tantalisingly brief swipe of the tip of his tongue across the head of Wesley’s cock, the only part of his body that had been touched, no matter how much he’d demanded, pleaded and questioned. Wesley came, howling Spike’s name, which was fair enough, Spike supposed, and then curled around Spike, pressing up against him as if to make up for the endless minutes of not being touched. Spike smoothed a hand over Wesley’s back forgivingly and kissed the damp hair tickling his chin.
“Work it out, did you? What I did?”
Wesley nodded without speaking.
“Tell me, then,”
He felt Wesley’s lips press against his shoulder in a soft kiss and then Wesley pulled away and tilted his head back. “Oral sex...”
“Yeah.”
“On the end?”
“Heh. Yeah, just the end.”
“Of my dick.”
“That’s right. Clever, Wes.”
“You couldn’t have been a bit more...forceful about it? Thrown in the odd bit of suction?”
Spike shook his head looking shocked. “I was doing it...delicately,” he explained.
“That’s two ‘D’s,” Wesley objected.
“You stuttered.”
Today is the last day of me being 39. For someone with my liking of round numbers, I'm strangely indifferent to this one approaching.
Thorntons do these chocolate bars with stuff in the middle and Mum brought over a bagful. I had the lemon creme one last night. Beyond words delicious. If chocolate got rated, it'd be NC 17 all the way...
I love that titles meme but there isn't a story behind most of mine (heh, underneath, yes, behind, no.)
As a slight twist on it, my longest one is 'I Would if I Could, But I'm a Little Tied Up Right Now', my first slash fic.
My shortest, in words, is 'Heartfelt', a drabble.
My most obscure is very likely, 'Who Shaves the Spanish Librarian?' which refers to the paradox of the Spanish barber and has Giles trying to work out who gave him his 'Kiss the Librarian' mug and getting puzzled when he realises it was Dawn, but it was before she arrived...
My most suggestive is ' Take on all Comers', a Spuffy written for National Orgasm day.
The one that changed most after it was posted was 'Just For the Hell Of It' where Spike went jogging. Forget the original title but there were about three.
The one I didn't pick myself was 'Saving Souls, Sunnydale Style' which David came up with :;smooches him as it was perfect::
Punniest, 'On Principle' because it's Giles facing down Principal Snyder. OK, not so good at puns...
Favourite...impossible to pick, but 'A Chaos of Consequences', 'Predatory Acts' and 'Behind Closed Doors' are three I like because they fit the fics perfectly.