"Is… will it hurt?" Buffy pouted, glancing at the needle in Spike's hand, slowly turning black under the flame of his Zippo lighter.
"No more than last year's stake to the gut did." He said, leveling an unimpressed you silly bint look at her with kohl rimmed eyes, raising a newly re-skewered eyebrow adorned with a safety pin that she'd inserted less than gracefully.
She nodded, recentring herself against the pillows of Spike's bed as he flicked the lighter closed over the flame. He smirked —not too unkindly— as she took a deep breath in, lazily taking in the beautiful heaving of her bare chest that her slow breathing was causing, and positioned himself next to her hip.
"Last week I threw you against a concrete pillar so hard it shattered, pet, you can take this tiny little needle."
"Looks pretty big from where I'm lying." Buffy swallowed as he set the tip against the nipple of her right breast. Light glinted off the needle and Buffy steeled herself, reflecting briefly on how she'd found herself shirtless on Spike's bed as her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
It had started with a worn photograph of a punk rocker prowling through New York, something she'd found whilst snooping through his things after she'd let herself into his crypt and for once found it empty of him.
It captured her completely; the ripped black shirt decorated with safety pins, the studded motorcycle jacket.
...The pierced eyebrow.
Spike had been game, he was always game, but only if it was quid pro quo…
The tip of the needle made its presence known, the slight pressure an overture to the sting about to perforate her sensitive flesh-
"WAIT!"
"Bloody hell, what?" he huffed, retracting the needle from her as she struggled up onto her elbows.
"Do…" She bit her lip in just the way that made him uncomfortably hard, straining against the denim of his jeans. "Do you have any ice?"
"Pfft, big baby." He tweaked her nipple hard, earning an indignant yelp as he handed her the needle. "Don't touch the tip, it's sterile."
Buffy glared at his retreating form until he disappeared completely up the ladder. Alone for the first time since she'd burst into the crypt earlier that evening, she cast an appraising look over the lower level as she readjusted her skirt over her knees. It was hard not to feel relaxed, even whilst holding the sharp needle in her hand. Candlelight dappled the walls, casting a warm glow over the rugs and drapes. Even if they did keep missing it, the bed was soft and comfortable, furnished with an arabesque patterned throw in delicate gold tones.
Admittedly it was getting harder and harder to leave each time…
Boots on the ladder heralded his return, the sight of his pale naked torso briefly distracting her from the task ahead.
"You were supposed to be getting ice," she stated with a glare at his hands, holding no ice but a glass of whiskey.
Spike smirked and opened his mouth to reveal a large ice cube on his tongue.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Very hygienic."
Mouth full as it was he couldn't reply with a pithy repartee, could only tighten his lips in a chuckle held back. He sucked on the ice until he felt the cold sink deep into his tongue, and after a couple more sucks he plucked it from his mouth and dropped it in the whiskey.
"Drink that," he instructed, handing her the glass.
"Gross," Buffy complained but slugged back the shot anyway. It burned pleasantly in contradiction to the cool air of the crypt, easing her back into the pillows as he took the glass away and set it on the side table.
Cold lips pressed against her collarbone, kissing down towards her heart as she sighed restfully, enjoying the simple presence of his skin against hers. She gasped as his frozen tongue licked extremely slowly over her puckered nipple, shivering as he pulled it into his mouth with sharp teeth.
Sensation started to slowly dwindle, replaced with only the languid flicker of his tongue and the numb caress of his teeth. The cold seemed to burn, to ache, to sink deeper and lower until she was panting and her free hand had snaked into the wild curls of his white-blond locks.
Spike released her with a last teasing nip and took the needle back from her shaking fingers.
"Deep breath in, luv," he whispered and she complied just before a sharp pinch engulfed her right breast…
A cold tongue licked over the penetrated nipple, cooling the fierce fire as the flesh tried to settle around the intrusive metal. And yet it set a new fire burning lower, causing a whimper to tumble from her.
Spike chuckled. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Note: I am a Spuffy deviant, not a certified piercer, please only use this drabble as an instruction manual if your vampire lover is there to supervise.
Beta'd by the wonderful RavenLove12