I just had to right this and get it out of my system. I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't fit into the story that I'm currently working on, so I figured I'd just make it a oneshot. It's an encounter between my main character and Spike, definitelyy good. I thought of this one day as I was driving in the car. It's my first time writing on here and I'm not sure just how well it turned out. Feedback would be greatttly appreciated. (: Maybe, just maybe it will makes its way into the story depending on how it pans out.
The sun had just gone down over the hill as she stood in the humongous kitchen staring out the window. She was absentmindedly running her hands through the water searching for a plate. As she finally picked up the flat piece of porcelain that had been avoiding her, strong, pale arms wrapped around her from behind.
Hands moved up her arms, pulling her closer to a firm, muscled body. Blunt teeth nipped at her neck, moving up to her ear to bite playfully.
"Why are you doing these sodden dishes anyways, pet?" He whispered seductively, licking her ear lobe. "I'm pretty sure we have someone to do that for us. Benefits of saving the world and all."
"I like doing them," she replied, "It's not all grrr and arghhh."
She turned her head towards his, pulling his mouth down towards hers. His lips attacked hers instantaneously. His tongue ran along her bottom lip, begging for her to open her mouth and grant him access. Her lips parted and his tongue slid in, exploring every inch he could. He deepened the kiss, letting out a growl that went straight to her core.
Before she knew what was happening, Spike was picking her up and setting her on the edge of the sink, not breaking contact. She looked at him, her mouth hanging open in surprise at what he had just done, but it soon faded to a wicked grin. She threw the dishcloth she still held in her hand behind her head, wrapping her legs around him and grabbing him by his pant loops pulling him closer.
She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and laughed, "Well, maybe it has something to do with this."
He looked down at her as he curled his tongue around his teeth. Lifting her a bit off of the sink's edge, he pushed himself further against her hot center. She let out a delighted gasp, feeling the bulge pushing into her. His hands traveled up her legs, stopping at the seam of the skimpy boxers she deemed wearable.
She bit at his lips, looking up at him again with smoldering green eyes and a smile.
"I swear to god if you rip these ones, I'll stake you."
"Is that a threat, love?" He answered, trailing small, wet kisses down her neck as he left patches of raised skin where his lips had been.
She giggled as he continued his assault downwards. "That's a promise."