Drabble :: Tighten

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Title :: Tighten
Characters/Pairings :: Oliver/Clark/Buffy
Fandom :: Smallville, BtVS
Rating ::FR18
Warning :: Slash/Threesome
Word Count :: 300
Disclaimer :: I do not own these characters and no profit is being made from the use of them.

Note :: Sequel to ‘To Get To Who’

Tighten

She wasn’t sure why she was still standing but Oliver’s teeth finding purchase on the swell of her hip and the gentle sweep of Clark’s lips over the line of warm skin above her jeans might have had something to do with it. Their heads brushed, blonde and black intermingling before they turned, their mouths meeting and no matter how many times Buffy saw them kiss it never failed to tighten things low in her body.

She swallowed past a suddenly dry throat as Oliver’s hand flexed around her calf and she watched the other mimic the movement to the front of Clark’s jeans. Those skilled hands forced Clark’s mouth open wider, bringing more tongue than finesse into their kiss. The boys’ embraces were always fascinating to watch and tended to be harsher, full of teeth and searching tongues. Moments in time that pulled at the pit of her stomach and brought with them a wash of heat just from witnessing such a breathtaking act or remembering it later when their hands were replaced with her own and she brought herself on just the memory.

Said hands rose to cup the back of their heads, fingers running through Ollie’s styled spikes, ruining the effect. While the other fisted in Clark’s, wound those silken strands around her fingers, while she marveled at the soft texture. A hand, she wasn’t sure whose, hooked into the front of her jeans and tugged. Bringing her to her knees and she rocked forward in the hay covering the barn floor before Clark’s mouth was pressed to hers and Oliver’s deft fingers were unhooking her bra.

A girl could get use to this was her last coherent thought before Ollie’s lips and teeth found her nipple and Clark remembered that she wasn’t made of spun glass.

The End.