The Perfect Smooch
Friday, September 1, 2000
Xander wondered if he broke Spike. It certainly did appear that way. The
vampire looked shell-shocked, and he was swaying slightly. His grip on Xander's
arms, however, was brutal, like he was afraid to let go. It couldn't have been
the kiss. Personally speaking, the kiss hadn't been one of Xander's best. It had
been a bit too wet and sloppy, with way too much tongue.
Balance was the key to the perfect smooch, equal parts lips, teeth, and
tongue. It had taken Xander months of extensive experimentation to achieve that
balance, and since then he'd succeeded in turning 96.8% of his kissing partners
into puddles of goo. It wasn't bragging, just a measured scientific fact.
Sometimes science was fun.
Xander tilted his head and studied the man in front of him. The vampire
wasn't all that ugly. Even though it looked like he'd been dipped in white
paint, Xander could still see the strong lines of Spike's cheekbones and the
ridges and bumps of muscle carved into his lean body. The erection trapped by
the jeans Xander knew Spike put on, but he could see through with his X-ray
vision, was boringly normal except for the foreskin, which most American men
lacked. All in all, Spike was an eye-pleasing specimen of the humanoid male
gender... and Xander still wouldn't have sex with him, even though he was now
extremely attracted to the vampire. Unperfect or not, Spike sure did know how to
kiss.
"Hey, you home in there?" Xander eventually asked, rapping his knuckles on
Spike's head.
Spike blinked rapidly and seemed to return to Earth. "Huh?"
Or not.
Xander chuckled and released the blond completely. "Get dressed. I've had
enough of the beach."
"Beach?" Spike looked around and appeared startled to find that's where they
were. "Oh. Right. Okay."
Xander wondered, as he finished dressing, if Spike had brain damage from
drowning. He hoped not. He'd hate to have to find and train another vampire, and
they weren't the most trustworthy of creatures. He'd been lucky that Spike
proved to be so loyal.
"Let's drop our crap at the camp site and go for pizza," Xander suggested a
short time later. He grinned slyly. "I'm starving for a Meat Lovers Supreme."
Spike promptly knocked the gear he was securing to the Hawk onto the ground.
"Erm... sure. Whatever," he mumbled as he bent to retrieve the bags.
Xander blatantly ogled the vampire's firm ass. It seemed like such a waste
not to sexually abuse it. Perhaps he'd have to rethink his rule on having to
like the person he was rutting. Slipping between those pert cheeks might be
worth it.
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