Old Sun In My Sky
Spike stumbles to the door, pulling on his shirt as he does, wonders a) who in the hell alternates between ringing the bell and knocking on the door, b) who in the hell rings the bell and knocks on the door at 2:30 in the morning and c) who in the hell rings the bell and knocks so aggressively, ever.
"Winnie?"
"Hi," she says breathlessly and actually, it's stupid but she still makes him breathless sometimes, like he looks at her and can't believe she agreed. Not that it's been that long, they've only gone out once. But- "Am I disturbing you?"
He stares at her, wonders just what in the hell she thinks he was doing at 2:30 in the morning that she could possibly be disturbing him from doing, opens his mouth to ask her, when suddenly, she's in his space, mouth all warm and soft and she's kissing him fiercely (not at all the kind of polite, sweet kiss they had two nights ago when he dropped her home after they had dinner). It's like crackling heat, all intense and she pulls away, gets her shirt off and her bra's this lacy little grey thing, pretty and soft and he's pretty sure his mouth's hanging wide open.
She stares at him like it's suddenly just occurred to her what she's doing but then she kisses him again and it's all tongue and lips and it's a deep kiss, the kind of kiss he imagined when he first realized that he wanted to kiss Winnie Camden. So he gets his hands around her, moves them up to cradle her jaw and she relaxes against him and he wonders if she thought he'd ask her to leave or something.
The thought is so insanely ludicrous, he almost laughs.
Winnie looks at him, eyes all bright, tugs on his t-shirt until he pulls it over his head, skims her fingers across his chest, all the muscles in his stomach jumping. "Spike-"
He kisses her first this time, deep and sloppy until she's arching against him a little and he's got her jeans unbuttoned.
She clears her throat, pushes them down her hips and he stares at her, all that lace and soft skin and her hair falling on her shoulders and she looks right back like she turns up and strips at guys' houses all the time (except, he sees the tremble in her lips, like she knows exactly what she's handing him here). She looks like she's just spent the last ten minutes getting the shit kissed out of her so he slides one arm around her waist, reaches around her with the other to close the front door and he wonders if anyone's been standing there watching them, watching her because he can't look away from her, he's tried, for months and years, he's tried. Kisses her again. She's all eager, fingers running through his hair and that warm body pressed right up against him. He can't recall the last time someone kissed him so eagerly.
He doesn't actually remember stumbling up to his bedroom, only pauses when he's got her on her back in the middle of his bed, one knee between her thighs, little whimpers when he sucks gently at the spot above her collar bone (there's this direct correlation between how hard he sucks and the volume of those whimpers and he finds himself smiling against her skin). She pushes him up, sits up with him long enough to wriggle out of her pretty grey bra and it's just-
It's nowhere near as pretty as she is, all that skin he can suddenly see.
She lets out this shaky laugh, like she's embarrassed and he's pretty sure he's suddenly telling her some dumb shit about how beautiful she is (and like, he's also cringing at himself because he's always thought she was beautiful, didn't need to get her half-naked to know for sure).
He touches her too, gets his hands on her until all that shaky laughter's gone and all he can hear are these low moans, right in the back of her throat. Feels something leap in his stomach when he licks at her skin, how it's all glowing in the dim light, how she flicks her hair out of her face, kisses his way down that flat stomach, presses his lips right against her underwear.
She makes this sound that shoots right to the base of his spine.
Of course, then all he wants to do is hear it again.
He bites playfully at her hipbone and her hips jump and actually, so do his eyebrows because okay, yes, this is getting really heated really fast but he still kind of thought that she'd be-
Whatever. Not the point.
She's got the faintest scar on her knee, white and small like maybe she fell once as a kid and never got it patched up right. Also, the smoothest legs he's ever gotten his hands on and her breathing does a weird trembly thing when he brushes his lips along the inside of her thigh, nudges at the edge of her underwear with his tongue.
She stays statue-still, like she's afraid he's going to change his mind (which – no. Definitely not about this. Definitely not about her, either) and he gets his tongue on her right through the grey lace of her underwear. She's incredibly polite about it at first but he rolls his eyes even though she can't see him, keeps going until she's arching up against his mouth and making this very specific sort of noise.
Also – she's loud. Like, very loud. It's doing all sorts of good things for his ego, is all he's saying, how she muffles her mouth against her arm until she seems to forget, gets her fingers in his hair instead.
He's always paid attention in class and this is no exception, plus she's got about a hundred tells, her fingers fisting at the sheets and one of her heels dragging up along his back, the muscle in her calf jumping, hips raising up against him, those loud exclamations. He gets her all worked up, until she's begging him and then he bites gently at her, drags her underwear to the side and it's only the first brush of his tongue, fingers barely against her before it's all those tells magnified.
He's totally torn, like does he stay where he is, get his mouth on her properly or does he slide back up, kiss her the way he wants to, let her get her hands on something other than his hair (she's totally a hair puller and he would really like to point it out, see if she blushes) but she tugs hard and he feels pre-tty impressive when he slides back up there. She takes one look at the expression on his face and starts laughing, a little flustered, her eyes warm.
"Um."
He grins at her in amusement. "Yeah?"
She huffs at him, nudges at his shoulder. "I should probably be embarrassed right?"
"Nope. Not at all." Thinks next time they do this, he's going to get her out of her underwear first, taste her properly. Probably more than once.
"Do you have a-"
He raises his eyebrows at her, feels this ridiculous wave of affection for her. "What, you didn't come prepared?"
She flushes red, this blush across her cheeks he can see even in the dark. "Okay, seriously, it's not like I planned-"
"Oh, I'm not complaining," he says, thinks he's grinning at her. "You want to come over here and get naked, you can do that any time you want."
She rolls her eyes, tosses her head just a little. "I'm not naked," she says, all that attitude he's always liked so much, this smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She relaxes just a little, slides her arm up around his neck and kisses him, somewhere between that polite kiss from two nights ago and the kind of kiss she met him at his front door with. It's all lazy and soft and she moans right into his mouth when he gets his hands back on her.
It is like only a hundred and twenty-seven percent totally cliché for him to reach over to the bedside drawer and she snickers when he does, looks up at him like he's just so predictable and he has to do something to get that thought out of her head so he pinches lightly at her and she jumps.
"Ass," she mutters, except she's smirking at him and she looks totally pleased. "Want me to whip out my skills and put that on with my mouth?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Is that actually something you can do?"
She shrugs off-handedly but her eyes are all wide and bright. "Bananas, health class. Let me show you."
And she does and it's hilarious but also, possibly she's ridiculously sexy at the same time and it's stupid how much he wants her and just likes her too.
He's careful with her, slow and it's like, very gratifying to see her eyes roll back, this excited little smile on her face and he kisses her neck, tastes salt and she's got her lip caught in her teeth and the whole thing is combining to make it very difficult to stay slow, is the point he's trying to make here. He forces himself to ignore what his body wants and her body altogether because if he doesn't, it'll just be over and not only will it be a shame, it'll also be a serious disappointment for her and he'd really like to avoid disappointing her ever.
He starts to move, watching her face for what she likes, what she wants more of, her legs pulled right up, knees on either side of his ribcage. She slides one of those slender arms down between them, the backs of her fingers against him (which like – hot. It's hot. He wants to flip them, watch her touch herself on top of him so he needs to stop thinking about that immediately). His weight's on his elbows on either side of her head and he must hit something good for her because her eyes fly open and she gasps. He does it again and again until she's swearing and moaning and then she comes apart violently, mid yell, her pulse jumping wildly in her throat (if he wants to get truthful, the sight of her, flushed, little bite marks all over her breasts and collar bones, back arched, how slippery and soaking wet she is – it nearly ends him, too).
Except now that he's seen it once, there's just no way one time is ever going to cut it (not that it's easy, how she's all heat around him, moving right with him like they're keeping the same beat in their heads, those moans and that trickle of sweat between her breasts and like, okay, he has to think about several non-sexy things, clowns and peas and ugly Christmas sweaters). He gets her there again, only this time, one of her hands is wrapped tight around the top of his arm and the other around him and he feels a little bit of a victory when she freezes against him and this time, she rakes her nails hard across his back, lets out a cry of pleasure that he feels radiate through his entire body.
Yep.
He's done here.
When he comes back into awareness, she's got one hand running through his hair (which – nice, actually, something he could possibly get used to), hips still cradling him, those long legs tangled around his waist. He's very vaguely aware that he may have bitten down just a little too hard at her shoulder right at the end there, how her hips faltered for a second and then he thinks that he also definitely heard her say something that didn't sound like "ouch, don't do that," so he figures maybe it's okay.
Still though. When he raises his head, he figures he's got a pretty sheepish expression on his face.
She looks pleased, like maybe beyond pleased, the look she gets when Ed brings in those mini-cupcakes from home, the ones that Sophie fills the centres of with chocolate and toffee. "So," she drawls.
He clears his throat and then can't find one thing to say.
"Not to completely inflate your ego," she says, eyes dancing and a nice flush still on her skin, "but is there anything you're not good at?"
He laughs, leans down and kisses her very gently, brushes his nose against hers before he kisses her again. She kisses him back right away, no hesitation, gets her arms around his neck and they make out for a little while, until he's starting to feel a chill on his back.
He brushes a last kiss across her mouth, pushes himself up. "I uh-give me a sec."
She makes a face but she lets him go, pushes herself up onto her elbow and watches him walk into the bathroom. He rolls his eyes at her before he closes the door, stares at the closed door for a moment before he cleans himself up and thinks, slightly hysterically that if this is a dream, he's good with staying asleep. Half expects her to be gone when he gets back, total dream-reality, is preparing for it but she just walks right past him, makes the same face that he made and then closes the bathroom door.
He's sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear, clean t-shirt on backwards, when she comes out.
She pauses, leans against the doorframe, light spilling out behind her, smiles like she's not even conscious of how naked she is, and she's-she is marked up, is all, faint round marks at her hips and all the way down her thighs (his fingers, he thinks dimly), little bites on her neck, collarbones all red from his stubble. "Is this something we should talk about?" Her voice is still hoarse (all that screaming in his ear, probably – not a thing he's ever going to complain about, totally the opposite, actually).
"You tell me." Actually, he'd really like for her to not go anywhere. Like. Ever.
She laughs, this soft sound that makes him smile too, her eyes all pretty. "Think we covered all bases, actually."
His eyebrows shoot up and he gets to his feet as she moves closer, slides his hands onto her jaw and kisses her. She's clinging to his forearms, eyes closed, when he pulls back and he really just wants to make sure- "Uh. Wait. So. You staying?"
Her eyes blink open and she rolls them at him. "I know you're not going to make me go all the way back home only to pass back this exact way in three hours for work."
He's grinning at her really foolishly, leans over and kisses her cheek.
"But you should probably ask me. You know. Um. Properly."
And he hears all the things she's asking for and he thinks it's pretty much exactly what he'd hoped for when he asked her out in the first place. "Oh definitely. You uh. You want to stay?"
She shrugs up at him like this is something she can breezily decide. "I suppose so." But he sees how she meets his eyes and how she looks all pleased. "Yes."
And they're both snickering and he says, "Great, well, do you mind if I get back into bed then? It's just-someone woke me up a couple hours ago."
"So rude. Who does that?"
"Some people." He tugs her close to him. "Alarm's set already. And if you don't like waking up to Rush, we should probably rethink this whole thing right now."
She snorts, looks at her underwear on the floor and then slides right between the sheets still naked. "We're going to have to stop at my place before work. By the way. And I think you should probably know that I'm going to need the biggest coffee ever. So we're going to have to stop off. And I don't think Starbucks is going to cut it so-"
"Were you always this bossy?"
"Ehh, it only comes out after someone's gotten me off a bunch of times." She's grinning at him.
"Oh right, okay then. Good to know." Possibly, he's grinning too.
"Hey, Spike?"
"Mm?" God, he's tired. It's probably never felt this good to lie in his bed, head on his pillow. He doesn't know if that's because he's so tired or because she's lying here next to him and her scent's all over the sheets. He'd really like her to be a little closer, tries to pull her to him by circling his hand around her wrist.
"You're just like." She clears her throat. "I um."
He wrenches his eyes open, looks at her and snorts. "Come here." Maneuvers them until she's pressed right against his side, head on his shoulder and her hand in his. "You know I didn't just wake up one day and think, 'huh, so that's Winnie, think I'll ask her out because I don't have anything better to do', right?"
"Um."
"I liked you for a long time," he says through a yawn, thinks the honesty really needs to stop pouring out of his mouth. He can feel her smiling against his chest.
"Um. Oh. Interesting."
"Isn't it?"
There a pause and he's almost asleep when she says, "I uh. Yeah. Okay. You know. Like. Me too."
"Glad we got that sorted," he mumbles. "Now is there anything else you need to discuss? Because I'm going to warn you now, I'm kinda hoping the answer is no. Think I'm too tired to give you anything meaningful."
She tilts her head up, presses a kiss against his jaw. "Mm, no. I'm good now."
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AN: So that was my first attempt at male-pov-outtake...I don't even know. Possibly, I should say I'm sorry but also, I'm not.
And, title-ironically, it's David Bowie's birthday. I took that as a sign.
(And I owe a thank you to Noble Caliber - without whom, this set of outtakes wouldn't exist. Thanks for making me think.)
