Prompt 349 - Radius - Bliss -comlodge - BTVS

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Title: Bliss
Author: comlodge
Charachters: Spike/Buffy
Genre: Fiction
Rating: R Explicit Sex
Summary: BTVS S6. Part 2 of Rip the Heart.
Word Count: 796
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Prompt: Radius tamingthemuse..

'Now stay like that until I finish my papaya and next time let me finish my break in peace.'

Spike gaped incredulously at the woman who had only moments before been eating him and watched the yellow slippery fruit slide down her throat. He groaned and shifted his body, beginning to lower his arms.
'Uh, uh. I told you to stay as you were. I'm not finished with you and you will wait till I am ready to continue.'
'Bloody hell, Slayer.'
'Spike! You are just making this take a lot longer than it has to. Now put your hands back where I put them and close your mouth.'
She looked him up and down as she said this and felt the moisture gathering in her panties. He really had the most incredible body. It was so hard and yet so very yielding; skin so tough and yet silken to the touch. His body was almost hairless except for the wiry dark hairs around his aroused penis and under his arms. His chest was smooth alabaster, with pinkish brown nipples now standing tautly, the radius of his areolas pimpled, begging to be sucked and tongued.
Fine blond hairs covered his legs and arms, so pale that it was easy to overlook them. Of course at the moment his straining cock, leaking steadily and standing up against his belly, made everything else easy to overlook. Standing against the wall, his shirt caught behind his head, fly open and jeans hanging around his hips, he was a debauched god of pleasure, her pleasure.
She took the last piece of fruit and brought it to her lips as she sought his eyes. She held his gaze, those brilliant blue orbs, darkened now with want and need, as she slipped the yellow slice between her lips, tilted her head and let the fruit slide into her mouth and down her throat. As she licked her lips, his tongue followed suit on his lips, making a slow sensual sweep before disappearing into his mouth.
This was so wrong. He was an incubus and he drew her in with a body that satiated her like none before had, that made her want more. And where the hell did she even get a word like incubus from. Hellmouth, she supposed. She knew more about the supernatural world then any fan of fiction. She lived it. Every single day. She didn't want to. She wanted to rest. She wanted not to work at the DMP, serving fake meat to fake people. She wanted not to have to worry about copper pipe and bills and raising a kid sister. She wanted Giles not to have abandoned her. She wanted her mother not to have died. She wanted…
Spike smelt the tears building, sensed her mood descending. Before he could decide what to do she launched herself at him, climbing his body and smashing her lips onto his, claiming his mouth with a kiss that burned into his soulless body, searing his senses with the overpowering taste of her despair and longing. Her hands held his head as she lost herself in him and he lowered his aching arms to hold her body to his.
He swung them round to place her against the wall and to have his coat provide a screen as he raised her skirt and slipped her panties aside. He entered her sweet, wet centre with a single thrust, burying himself in her silky softness, groin to groin. She moaned, clamped her legs hard around his body and tipped her pelvis, seeking the angle that would place him at her very core, which would bring her, for a few seconds at least, close to the bliss she had felt where she had been, where they had wrenched her from. The place she still returned to in her dreams. The blissful feeling she still remembered and missed every, single hour of the day.
Her arms encircled his neck as she used his body to raise and lower herself in time with his thrusts. Her inner muscles gripping and releasing him as his cock slid in and out of her, head thrown back as she sought her release. Release from everything, her feelings, her loss, this unwanted life.
She felt her climax building, felt his face against her breast, heard him murmuring words she did not want to hear. She brought her head forward seeking his lips, needing his silent co-operation in her subterfuge of seeking life with a dead man. His mouth opened to welcome her tongue as she toppled over the edge.
As Spike soared to heights his body never ceased to crave, he felt her tears dripping onto his bare chest and he felt his heart tear, just a little more.

Comments

[pssnfrt-ksss.livejournal.com]

Those poor messed up babies. Sometimes it's hard to tell whether they're putting each other back together or breaking each other more. A little of both, I suspect.

[comlodge.livejournal.com]

I think you are right, definetly a bit of both.