Title: Promise Me Something A*K*A PMS (1/1)
Author: Talion
Disclaimer: If you know whom or what ... it so not mine.
Rating: NC-17 (S/F, PWP, blood play)
Notes: Again, this is for Dru, who had better get the next part of that fic out, before I hunt her down! *g* I've decided to just make this a series of short sweet smut filled fics. Plot, what plot?
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Faith moaned and rolled over, getting out of the bed. She was going crazy, now that her Midole had kicked in, she was no longer cramping, bloated, or a mega bitch. No, now she was horny! Growling she wondered where Spike had run off to. Sitting in Spike's new chair she curled up in her undies and tank top.
Spike was leaning in the door way to the patio of their apartment. He took a drag form his cigarette watching his raven haired kitten curl into his new chair. Spike snickered, watching the pout that crossed her features. He could smell her blood and it gave him a raging hard on. Knowing exactly how she was feeling Spike grinned and pulled the remote form his back pocket, and pressed the button.
"Ahhh..." Faith's eyes snapped open before slowly falling closed again, as the chair vibrated to life. "Ohh, fuck... she moaned, hands instinctively moving up to rub her unbound breasts. "Spike?" She whimpered, her hips swiveling. She sighed hearing him walk over to her. She felt the air as it was disturbed by him coming around the chair.
The second she called to him Spike rushed to her, Satan himself couldn't have stopped Spike once she'd whispered his name. He'd been waiting for this moment since she'd started. Leaving the chair on he knelt down, slipping her undies off, and quickly discarding her of her "feminine" products. Inhaling deeply he shifted, her arousal and her blood making him growl.
Quickly he spread her legs, wanting to help she held them wide straddling the arms, the vibrations from the chair going directly through to her pussy. Groaning she gasped, as he opened her wide, his tongue sweeping slowly up her center. Faith's head fell back as she angled her hips so his mouth could have better access.
"Yes... Spike..." She pulled his head closer to her cunt beginning to grind against him. Spike shifted back to his human mask, licking and cleaning away her wombs blood, groaning at the fresh erotic taste. Glancing up he thrust a finger into her body, loving the gasps and moans she produced. She let go of his hair long enough to move back to her overly sensitive breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Adding another finger to her tightening cunt Spike began to suck on her clit, waiting for her tell tail signs of on coming orgasm.
"Tell me, Baby." He urged waiting for the time when she would loose her fight, already she babbled her plea's for more. Faith groaned, thrashing and whimpering arching into his mouth. Finally shuddering and screaming out her pleasure.
"Spike you bastard." She moaned as his finger vacated her body and his mouth again sucked at her clasping center. "Gods... I still burn inside." She whimpered. "Fuck me, Spike... fuck me hard." She growled, pulling him up on her body. "Spike, baby... fill me up. Fill me up so full I can't walk, please." She pleaded, kissing him hard, pushing down his pants, screaming in anguished relief when he thrust home.
"Happy, now? More, Faith?" His thrusting, was slowed and he kissed her lips, tongue caressing hers, capturing each whimper. Leaning down Spike's mouth encircled Faith's taunt nipple, his fingers finding her other swell of pebbled flesh. "Tighter baby, grip me." He urged.
"Yes... more... harder Spike..." Faith wrapped her legs around his waist angling her hips again for deeper, penetration. Whimpering when she got it. Tears began to flow from her closed eyes, as she bucked for her release. "Please, please Spike. I need it so bad, please." The chair's vibrations, Spike's now urgent thrusting, and his ever so talented mouth on her nipple had done Faith in. Finally ready himself Spike vamped, biting into her throat. Arching high, her orgasmic scream silent Faith, gripped his head to her throat. Feeding hungrily Spike continued to thrust in and out of Faith's welcoming body as he came hard deep inside of her.
"I like this chair." She whispered, her eyes drifting closed. "Can we keep it?" The question was a ragged request. Now that she was spent the vibrating relaxed her further making her very tired.
"Yes, luv... we're keeping it." He answered softly, licking the wound. "In fact you can have it, the chair will be yours from here on in, pet." He purred, when she sighed and began to stroke his hair.
"Promise me something?" When he nodded she continued. "Promise me, we'll have sex in the chair again soon." When his purring increased she took it for a yes, and soon allowed herself to drift off.
Shifting back to his human face, Spike, smiled. She was beautiful when she slept. He wasn't sure how long he'd spent purring into her neck, but he was sure it had put her to sleep. Pulling form her body and turning off the chair Spike carried Faith into bed. Pulling her flush against his solid frame, he kissed her forehead and began to purr again as he fell asleep.