[ 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. ]
Want me to keep going? [He's not sure why he's asking instead of barging ahead. Maybe because this just talking bit is nice. Maybe because not hating him is a nice start.]
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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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I actually have some stuff I should take care of. Dishes piling, and all.
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