I'm wrapping my full and pouty lips around your -- um. [ she started off so strongly -- sassy, even, -- but tripped at the finish line. it was so close to empowered, too. ] Your hard ...
[ there's a moment's silence as buffy casts a strained look at her door, trying to listen for the others in the house before finally settling on saying it. and then building herself up to it. ] Cock. [ her voice is more hushed as she says it, because she can't help the paranoia that dawn will somehow hear. more decisively, she adds; ] I'm sucking your cock.
[She's rewarded with a loud groan.] Your mouth feels so good, love. All warm and wet. I'm trying to hold back and let you work, but you're so hot like that, love. Hard not to move.
I like it when you can't hold back. [ she blurts it out, trying to curb her own habit of stopping herself from saying things. she finally moves her fingers to the apex of her thighs, exhaling heavily with just an edge of a moan at the wetness she finds there. she spreads her thighs, her fingers sliding over her outer lips. her breath is ragged now, undisguised. ] When you move like that, I can't help myself. I have to touch my, um. To touch myself, w-while I suck you off.
Touch yourself where? [He presses. He loves this game. He loves that she managed to say cock, now he wants to hear her say cunt or pussy or even vagina. He just loves hearing sufh filthy words coming out in her sweet, innocent good-girl voice.]
[ she gives a little choked moan, lifting her hips off the bed, squirming. ]
You know where. [ the way she says it is a little pouty - deflective. she slowly slides her middle finger down the center of her slit, parting her lips. her breath hitches. ] My pussy. [ the sooner she gets the word out, the sooner she can get on with it. she surprises herself in how blunt it comes out. ] And my chest.
[ she shifts to fit the phone against her shoulder again, freeing up her other hand to squeeze one of her tits, thumb flicking over its puckered nipple. she whines. ] I'm playing with my nipples and my pussy while I suck your cock. Just the tip, at first. No matter how you try to move. [ her breaths grow quicker. ] The way your face looks. Makes me all wet. [ the pretense drops and her voice is more ragged, more pleading. ] Spike, I'm so wet.
[He smiles, proud of how quickly she's grasped it.] Tease. [He licks his palm and wraps it around the tip of his prick, pretending it's her mouth. It's not warm enough, but it's the best he can do.] I want to feel how wet you are. I want to taste. Lick your fingers for me, love. Nice and slow. Tell me how good it is.
[ there's a tiny moan in the back of her throat that quickly gets swallowed. she draws in heavier breaths, and raises her hand, staring at the sheen of sticky fluids coating her fingertips. she hesitates, considering, then slowly brings her hand closer and leans her head up to drag her tongue along the pad of one finger.
she closes her mouth, considering the taste with a soft mmm, and then went on to suck at her fingertips in an exaggerated way, making it loud enough for him to hear and adding unnecessary satisfied noises. the taste itself is ... not unpleasant, exactly, but probably made less appealing by the fact that the tangy fluids are her own. but she knows how much he'd enjoy it if he were here and that makes it just that much more appealing to her. ]
Mmm. [ she slips two fingers into her mouth, moaning around them, then drags them down her chest, leaving a trail of saliva to where she began to rub circles over her nipple. ] Tell me. Tell me how you'd do it. [ she sits up then, shrugging out of her shirt, wrestling with her skirt to get it off instead of just pushed up. ]
Shut up. [ she starts off defensive, all but denying, then grows sly. ] Maybe. Yes. [ a beat. ] What. Wish you were here? So you could see me all spread out on my bed, naked and ready for you? [ she lays back, spreading her legs as though he can see her, fingers tracing over her thighs. ]
Yes. [It comes out in a pleased hiss as he imagines it.] Wish it was my fingers touching you. My tongue sliding up your thigh to taste the stuff that's dripping out of your sexy little cunt. Would you like that?
Don't like anything you do. [ but she grumbles it through a moan that tells the very opposite, and her fingers glide up her thigh to feel her own wetness, rubbing slowly against the slick and sensitive skin. ]
[ the self respect is both sudden and startling. buffy hesitates, then jerks the phone down and turns it off, throwing it to the edge of her bed and scooting up to a sitting position, pulling her knees to her chest. she stared at it for a long moment, then squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced before opening them back up and inhaling deeply, turning to glance out the window. ]
[DAMMIT HE'D KNOWN THERE WAS A REASON HE'D QUIT THAT SELF RESPECT THING. He'd hoped she'd admit she didn't hate him. He wouldn't have actually hung up.
[ she stares at the phone as it rings. once. twice. three times. slowly on the fifth ring she reaches out, lifting the receiver to her ear and answering the call, but she doesn't say anything. just listens. ]
[...he was going to just get into it with some quality sexy talk, but he hesitates first. There's always the chance that the wrong Summers girl picked up. And wouldn't that be fun to explain.]
[ despite herself, she smiled at that. it was a quiet, barely there sort of smile, but it got through nonetheless. he was making sure it wasn't dawn. it was thoughtful - more thought than spike usually showed. ]
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You know where. [ the way she says it is a little pouty - deflective. she slowly slides her middle finger down the center of her slit, parting her lips. her breath hitches. ] My pussy. [ the sooner she gets the word out, the sooner she can get on with it. she surprises herself in how blunt it comes out. ] And my chest.
[ she shifts to fit the phone against her shoulder again, freeing up her other hand to squeeze one of her tits, thumb flicking over its puckered nipple. she whines. ] I'm playing with my nipples and my pussy while I suck your cock. Just the tip, at first. No matter how you try to move. [ her breaths grow quicker. ] The way your face looks. Makes me all wet. [ the pretense drops and her voice is more ragged, more pleading. ] Spike, I'm so wet.
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she closes her mouth, considering the taste with a soft mmm, and then went on to suck at her fingertips in an exaggerated way, making it loud enough for him to hear and adding unnecessary satisfied noises. the taste itself is ... not unpleasant, exactly, but probably made less appealing by the fact that the tangy fluids are her own. but she knows how much he'd enjoy it if he were here and that makes it just that much more appealing to her. ]
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He gets quiet for a moment before responding.]
If you hate me so much, maybe I ought to just hang up. Would you like that?
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He hesitates for a moment, then calls her again.]
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...Buffy?
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I don't hate you, Spike.
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I wouldn't've hung up. Not really.
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