While he slept she contemplated his nipples. To be precise, she contemplated his right nipple. It was her favourite. Not that she was anything wrong with the left one. It was perfectly pink and perky, and set just as nicely on the smooth, firm curve of his lickable chest. It was a very nice nipple in all its nippley glory. But the right was her favourite. She flicked it softly with her tongue and was gratified to see it get even pinker and perkier. He sighed in his sleep, the little half-sigh-half-groan that was guaranteed to make her squirm – these days in a nice way. A very, very nice way.
She'd always kind of assumed that nipples were a girl thing. Naturally she'd learned pretty early on that hers were kind of… well… sensitive - in the right hands they were all sorts of sensitive. And Spike, it seemed, had the right hands. And teeth, and tongue, and lips… Spike's lips! Lips of Spike! She smiled dreamily. They were her favourites, too.
Riley's nipples never been that interested in her attentions. She frowned – come to think of though, she wasn't sure she'd ever given them any attention. And although she had to assume Angel had nipples, she couldn't honestly remember noticing. But then Spike seemed much more with the erogenous zones than anyone she'd ever known. Not that her experience was extensive at all, but… every inch of him seemed to be hard-wired to his pleasure centres. Which was kind of neat and all sorts of fun. She treated her favourite to a gentle nip and was rewarded with another little half-sigh-half-groan, this time accompanied by a sleeping gasp that did the most amazing, tingly things to parts of her that, in all truth, were still kind of amazingly tingly from the previous attentions of the teeth-tongue-lips-of-Spike combo. The pinky and perkyness of her favourite nipple increased even more. Good boy.
There was one thing that, now she thought about it, sort of bothered her. She'd never been much with the biology and the physics and all, but even she knew that sort of thing – the pinky and perkiness – needed a bit of hydraulic effort, which meant blood pressure, which meant a beating heart and – hey! Vampire? Not big with the heartbeat. It was sort of weird. Maybe she'd ask Giles how… or … maybe… not. She licked her finger and traced the outline of her favourite, then blew on it gently. This time the little half-sigh-half-groan came with a small movement of his hips that caused the sheet to tent promisingly. She looked down, raised an eyebrow and licked her lips. Well, whatever the reason, you just had to admire those vampire hydraulics. And now a fair few bits of him seemed to be up and about, it was probably time for her to wake the rest of him.
She ducked her head under the sheets and set about doing just that. She was feeling kind of perky herself.