[ 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.]
May you never be accused of humility. [ she sounds vaguely amused by it, however. then, confirms as an afterthought; ] Still naked. [ she hesitates, but eventually reasons that this is safe. this is fantasizing and talking at a safe distance and not the same as abandoning ship and running off to spike's crypt to lose herself for hours at a time. ] That how you're gonna keep my mind off chores? 'Cause you know I'll still try an' do 'em. You might have to get very persuasive.
Careful. [He sounds almost coy.] You might drop a plate or something if you try and wash dishes while I'm fucking you from behind. Think you could keep up the concentration?
[ she gives a little groan at that, straightening up onto her knees and reaching behind her. she leans forward some, straining to keep her balance as she shoves a finger into her slick passage from the back, shutting her eyes and imagining it's his cool body rocking against hers while she pushes her hips back against her own hand. she wets her lips, breath growing ragged as she responds. ]
That how you're gonna do it, Spike? Over the kitchen counter? Where anybody could just walk in?
Yep. Think you can stay quiet? [He pushes into his fist, shutting his eyes to help imagine it.] You know I wouldn't make it easy. I know how to make you scream.
Oh, I can hold it back. Might have to drop a dish or two, but I can be very quiet. Can you keep giving it? Sure you're not gonna lose it early, watching me bent over the counter, feeling how tight and -- ahh so tight -- and warm I am around your cock? [ she bucks her hips into the hurried movements of her hand, another finger working into her dripping cunt easily, straining to keep the phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. ]
Oh, it'd be hard. [He pushed into his hand on the double entendre. Hard indeed. He wished it was her tight and warm cunt instead of his cold, dead hand. But he had to make due. At least until he convinced her to come out here.] But I am very good at this.
Plus, can't lose it when I've still got you to satisfy, right? Trying to hold it back, but I can hear those quiet little gasps. Drive me right mad, they do. I wanna hear you, Buffy.
[ as if on cue, she relinquishes a loud warble of a moan, giving one sudden jerk of her fingers deep into her core. she whines out her exhale, following it with panted breaths as she continues to fuck herself on her fingers, hips rocking back and forth as she gets going. ]
Unh. Ah. Feels so good. You always make it feel so good. [ she works her fingers over her clit with one hand, continuing to fuck herself from behind with the other.
Yeah I do. [He smiles into the phone, squeezing his cock a little harder than was comfortable to try and slow himself down. He had to keep his head long enough to get her off with words alone.] Feels good, baby? All big and hard and I know how rough you like it. I'm pounding you into the kitchen counter so hard it might crack.
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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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That how you're gonna do it, Spike? Over the kitchen counter? Where anybody could just walk in?
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Plus, can't lose it when I've still got you to satisfy, right? Trying to hold it back, but I can hear those quiet little gasps. Drive me right mad, they do. I wanna hear you, Buffy.
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Unh. Ah. Feels so good. You always make it feel so good. [ she works her fingers over her clit with one hand, continuing to fuck herself from behind with the other.
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