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If I tell you all I dreamed a naked, tattooed, Wes-bot was delivered to me in my (odd) dream last night, would you all be jealous? Or want details? ;-)
Tiny fragment of silly fic. No robots, but Giles, Wes and a spanking. Sort of.
ETA and yes, it's a sticking out of the tongue at the 'cutesy smut with spanking' comment, not a serious fic ::grin::
“Giles? What’re you doing?”
Wesley twisted his head around as best he could, given the cuffs that held him chained to the headboard.
“Won’t be a moment...damn it!” Giles sighed with frustration. “Sorry. Be right with you.”
“I still don’t see –” Wesley gaped at him. “Giles, what the hell are you doing?”
“It’s not my idea!” Giles hissed, glancing up at the ceiling with a hunted look on his face. “It’s Her’s. You tell me how to make blistering your backside –” he gave Wesley’s arse a fond, if distracted look, “- cute any other way and I’ll let you come an hour earlier. Or make you wait. Your choice.”
Wesley looked mutinous. “I refuse to get spanked with those, those things on your hand."
Tilting his head to the side Giles wiggled his fingers, having finally managed to ease them inside the tight fabric. “You don’t think the cat one’s rather fetching?” He crooked his index finger and the tiny puppet on it bobbed forward.
“No! Well, possibly the rhino....why are they all animals?”
“You’d have preferred nursery rhyme characters?”
“Fair point, but I still don’t – who are you talking to?”
Giles broke off a muttered conversation with the ceiling. “Her. You know. The Author.”
“I can’t see her,” Wesley said, craning his neck. “Or hear her.”
“Story’s from my POV,” Giles said absently, stroking a zebra-clad finger down Wesley’s backside and watching him wriggle.
Tiny fragment of silly fic. No robots, but Giles, Wes and a spanking. Sort of.
ETA and yes, it's a sticking out of the tongue at the 'cutesy smut with spanking' comment, not a serious fic ::grin::
“Giles? What’re you doing?”
Wesley twisted his head around as best he could, given the cuffs that held him chained to the headboard.
“Won’t be a moment...damn it!” Giles sighed with frustration. “Sorry. Be right with you.”
“I still don’t see –” Wesley gaped at him. “Giles, what the hell are you doing?”
“It’s not my idea!” Giles hissed, glancing up at the ceiling with a hunted look on his face. “It’s Her’s. You tell me how to make blistering your backside –” he gave Wesley’s arse a fond, if distracted look, “- cute any other way and I’ll let you come an hour earlier. Or make you wait. Your choice.”
Wesley looked mutinous. “I refuse to get spanked with those, those things on your hand."
Tilting his head to the side Giles wiggled his fingers, having finally managed to ease them inside the tight fabric. “You don’t think the cat one’s rather fetching?” He crooked his index finger and the tiny puppet on it bobbed forward.
“No! Well, possibly the rhino....why are they all animals?”
“You’d have preferred nursery rhyme characters?”
“Fair point, but I still don’t – who are you talking to?”
Giles broke off a muttered conversation with the ceiling. “Her. You know. The Author.”
“I can’t see her,” Wesley said, craning his neck. “Or hear her.”
“Story’s from my POV,” Giles said absently, stroking a zebra-clad finger down Wesley’s backside and watching him wriggle.
