ok, this is my attempt to prove to myself and others that talbot can
write a 'serious' fic, if he feels so inclined. it is also my first
attempt at smut,sex/love scenery, so please, be gentle!
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"A Very Spike Martini"
by: talbot
For MW and the Gutterites
disclaimer: not my characters, but as far as I know, the recipe is a
talbot original. (and alot of fun, if you ask me...)
rated pg-13 for adult themes
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"OK, Pet", he said, the mischievous light in his eyes tugging at
her heart, and the corners of her mouth, "I have something for you..."
"Spike", she replied, "you always have 'something' for me."
"Ah, but this time luv, it's a bit of culture. Care for a drink?
And before you start with your 'World of no' bit, I can promise you,
this is like no drink you have -ever- had."
"Why not?" Buffy conceded, "I have been learning to trust you since
you came back to me, so 'culture me'. You know, that sounded ALOT
more sophisticated in my head."
Spike just smirked a bit more, before selecting a couple of bottles
from the shelf behind him. Turning back to the Slayer, he proudly
displayed his choices.
"Ango-whozit Bitters and Bombay Sapphire? What is that? Gin?" she asked.
"What are you making? You want me to fetch a glass for you?"
"A very -special- martini, luv, and we wont be needing a glass."
At the look of confusion on her face, Spike simply tipped the bottle of
'Bitters' back, and let a couple of drops settle on his tongue. He looked
at buffy for a moment, letting her wonder what he was up to, and letting
the sharp flavor permeate his mouth.
Just as he could tell Buffy's curiosity was getting the best of her,
Spike popped the lid from the bottle of liquor, and threw back a long swallow.
He pulled his Slayer firmly to his chest, and kissed her deeply, letting the
alcohol mingle between their hungry mouths.
As Buffy pulled back, with a sharp intake of breath, and a pleased murmur,
Spike looked deep into her eyes.
"Shaken not stirred, Pet?"
He was gratified to her her response as she reached for the bottles with
one hand, and pulled him back to her mouth with the other,
"Culture me some more, Spike..."
write a 'serious' fic, if he feels so inclined. it is also my first
attempt at smut,sex/love scenery, so please, be gentle!
**********************************************************************
"A Very Spike Martini"
by: talbot
For MW and the Gutterites
disclaimer: not my characters, but as far as I know, the recipe is a
talbot original. (and alot of fun, if you ask me...)
rated pg-13 for adult themes
**********************************************************************
"OK, Pet", he said, the mischievous light in his eyes tugging at
her heart, and the corners of her mouth, "I have something for you..."
"Spike", she replied, "you always have 'something' for me."
"Ah, but this time luv, it's a bit of culture. Care for a drink?
And before you start with your 'World of no' bit, I can promise you,
this is like no drink you have -ever- had."
"Why not?" Buffy conceded, "I have been learning to trust you since
you came back to me, so 'culture me'. You know, that sounded ALOT
more sophisticated in my head."
Spike just smirked a bit more, before selecting a couple of bottles
from the shelf behind him. Turning back to the Slayer, he proudly
displayed his choices.
"Ango-whozit Bitters and Bombay Sapphire? What is that? Gin?" she asked.
"What are you making? You want me to fetch a glass for you?"
"A very -special- martini, luv, and we wont be needing a glass."
At the look of confusion on her face, Spike simply tipped the bottle of
'Bitters' back, and let a couple of drops settle on his tongue. He looked
at buffy for a moment, letting her wonder what he was up to, and letting
the sharp flavor permeate his mouth.
Just as he could tell Buffy's curiosity was getting the best of her,
Spike popped the lid from the bottle of liquor, and threw back a long swallow.
He pulled his Slayer firmly to his chest, and kissed her deeply, letting the
alcohol mingle between their hungry mouths.
As Buffy pulled back, with a sharp intake of breath, and a pleased murmur,
Spike looked deep into her eyes.
"Shaken not stirred, Pet?"
He was gratified to her her response as she reached for the bottles with
one hand, and pulled him back to her mouth with the other,
"Culture me some more, Spike..."