Title: The Things We Do for Love (1/1)
Author: Talion
Disclaimer: If you recognize it ... it's not mine.
Rating: NC-17 (spike/faith, PWP)
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Notes: This is for Dru. It's bribery ... now I want the rest of that fic damn it ... or you'll never know the games they play when they get home ... cause this was so, just a start and a slow one at that! *eg*
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He sat on a tomb stone smoking a cigarette and kicking his feet. She was late. She always worried him when she was late. Not that he would admit it to her, or any one else for that matter. Growling Spike shed his duster, flicking the cigarette off into the shadows. He began to pace, and stretch, moving like he was preparing for a fight.
The gun cocked and he could feel the cool metal against the base of his neck. "Drop 'em." She demanded, one hand allowing her nails to scrape his back through his T-shirt. Quickly he undid his pants, and kicked off his boots, dropping the denim to the side when it was off, then turned kissing her full on the lips. "Hmmm.... missed you." She gasped just before he silmearenced her with a nice long kiss. The leather skirt she wore, rode up to her waist with a mear flip of his wrist, and Spike laid Faith down onto the alter like tomb stone.
"No undies under this scrap of cow hide. I should tan your arse red, Luv." He growled, suddenly uncomfterble with the thought of any other man thinking he could touch what was his. She grunted arching into Spike's skilled fingers, which now pumped expertly in her tight passage. "No? Tell me what you want Faith ... or you'll get nothing." To illustrate his point, he lessened the thrusting, taking away the edge she had building. "Tsk, tsk, Pet... tell me what you want."
For the first time in her life Faith was whimpering. He made her whimper. No other creature living or dead had made her whimper. No other creature made her come back repeatedly for more. But this was sex, nothing more, nothing less. "Fuck, Spike ... fuck me please... ohhh, I'm gonna cum.... make me cum." She moaned, rotating her hips. She spread her legs wider, allowing him a perfect view of her freshly cropped curls.
Sighing Spike began to pump his fingers again, bringing her to the edge of her cum, then stopping and allowing it to ease off. "Not what I was looking for tonight, Baby ... tall me what you want. Tell me what you need, Doll Face." Easing a third finger into her grasping cunt, he raised and eyebrow and her moan. "Tell me, luv... I can make it happen." Rubbing her clit with his thumb he left his fingers idle, driving her to the brink.
Faith arched, and moan, pleaded and begged, not realizing what he wanted. "Fuck me... Spike, ohh god..." Finally it dawned on her, something she'd only asked for once, something he'd always given without thought. Tonight he wanted her admission. When he took back the third finger, she snapped. "Hurt me! HURT ME, Spike... please... make me scream... make me cry... make me hurt." She closed her eyes waiting for it, knowing it was coming. He didn't let her down.
In moments Spike thrust his entire fist into her unwelcoming pussy. Grinning maliciously at her screams. Slapping her inner thigh, he laughed as she came hard around his hand. He marveled at the way she managed to take his fist and in a matter of minutes would again be so tight she would set him off upon seconds after entry. "More, pet? What do you want?" Again he prodded, tonight not taking simply giving her all she asked for.
Grinning as she came down from her own personal twisted high, she swallowed what remained of her screams. "Take me home, Baby." She whispered. Groaning as she sat up and his face showed concern. "I'm tired of playing games in the cemetery. Take me home ... and we'll have some real fun." She murmured pulling him in for another kiss. Spike growled low in his throat as she gripped his throbbing cock, pumping lightly. Grinning like a Cheshire cat Faith dropped lightly to her knees, her full lips engulfing his hard on in her hot wet mouth. Her trashy red lipstick smeared along the base of his cock as she sucked him off. Swirling her tongue around the head, she sucked him for a few more minutes, waiting till her jaw hurt to force her hand and make him cum. Blatantly looking up at him, locking eyes as she deep throated his cock, made him groan. Licking the head, then scraping her teeth over it, and soothing it again mean him whimper. Probing the slit and then sucking hard, finally made him still her head and cum shooting his cool seed into her hungry mouth.
Faith stood licking her lips, while Spike redressed. "Where's the gun pet?" He asked looking around for it, then pulling her into a kiss. Holding up a child's metal cap gun, Spike groaned. "Right, home and then more sex yes?" He saw her roll her eyes and laughed pulling her out of the gates to his car.