Pinpoint Pt.5
Here is some more "Pinpoint." I have to thank all of you for loving the first four parts so much. I had no idea the reaction would be so positive, and that you would demand more. You all mean so much to me, and I really hope I do not disappoint with this story, or the many others I will post in the future that are currentlly bubbling in my brain:)
So anyway, I will shut up, and let you read.
Author - Nyghtpet
Title- Pinpoint
Pairing -Spike/Buffy
Rating- NC-17
A/N: AU where they never met. Think S6 if Spike had never shown up. And she never died. ALSO, a portion of this fic was inspired by the galactically talented sexymermaid, and I have to give her full credit for the unconventional yet incredibly sexy moment.
Spoilers-none
Warning- Very Kinky and Naughty Language. If that is not your thing, I don’t want you to get upset. I like people being happy!
Disclaimer- Not mine, although I wish Spike were. I would keep him a very happy boy, if he only knew. Joss is Boss, we all know this.
Feedback- Please, Please, Please. Be as honest as you want, I can take it. This is my first fic, and I am very nervous about breaking out my writing to the world, but I gotta know. I am a glutton for feedback.
“Are you ready for the movie?”
Her little sister skidded to a stop just outside of the doorway. She knew better than to step a foot in her older sister’s bedroom without express invitation first. The last time she called her bluff, it took almost two months for her eyebrows to grow back.
“In a minute,” she answered, making last minute checks in the mirror. She ran a fingernail across one of side of her lip, and was finally pleased with her reflection. She stood up straight, and walked over to join her younger sister so they could both head downstairs. The two girls were heading out to see a movie with the gang, something they hadn’t done in a long time. With all the insanity of the past year, fun little things that seemed so commonplace at one time were now rare occurrences.
Their friends sat in the living room talking when the siblings finally joined them. “Are we all ready to head out?” one of them asked, as he took a few steps in their direction. Coats started to be gathered, and purses were slung onto shoulders. Just as they were headed out the door, the phone rang. “Go ahead, I will just grab this,” she told them, and ran back to the kitchen to catch the phone. On the fourth ring, she picked up.
“Hello?”
“Come over here. Now.”
A chill ran down her spine. Even though her brain just shut down, she tried very hard to answer intelligently. “I-I can’t. I already have other plans.”
“Mmmmm, with who, luv? Hope you aren’t fooling around on me.”
“So what if I am? You don’t own me. And stop calling here.”
“You do not speak to me like that, little girl. You are not the one making the rules. Be here. In twenty minutes. Or I will be standing on your front porch when you get back.”
She could not let that happen. The last thing she needed was trying to explain what this sinister looking man was doing waiting for her on the front porch when she came home with a younger sister in tow. But she couldn’t just drop her friends either.
“This shouldn’t be taking so much thought, sweet. Or are you thinking about all the wicked little things I will do to you when I have you here in my arms.” He dragged out the last sound into a seductive hiss, and she could almost feel it on her neck. She suppressed the reaction, in fear of someone coming back in to check on her.
“I can’t just blow off my friends. They are right outside, waiting for me.”
“Yes you can, and yes you will. I am sure you don’t blow things off usually, and one time won’t raise their suspicions. Just say you were called into work at the last minute, and that you will hang out with them another time.” His lowered an octave. “You now have seventeen minutes, sweetheart.”
Her breath was shaky now, as she felt his voice caress her ear. The other night had been a shattering experience for her. She had had no control, and instead of being terrified . . .
She had been wanton.
She needed more of it, more of him. But she was shocked and more than a little ashamed at her reaction, and her craving for another night with him. She thought that she was more self-reliant than to let herself fall helpless into the arms of a man that she didn’t even know the name of! She had to say no. She was going to tell him to fuck off. Change her number if necessary.
But when she went to answer him, what came out of her mouth was not what she had been planning.
“I will be there soon.”
A knowing laugh came over the line, making her feel small and defeated. He had won. But he always knew that he was going to.
“Sixteen minutes. And don’t be late.” The line cut off, and she was left there staring at the phone. A moment passed, and then she quietly placed the phone back in the cradle, before setting out to tell her friends she wouldn’t be joining them that night.
So anyway, I will shut up, and let you read.
Author - Nyghtpet
Title- Pinpoint
Pairing -Spike/Buffy
Rating- NC-17
A/N: AU where they never met. Think S6 if Spike had never shown up. And she never died. ALSO, a portion of this fic was inspired by the galactically talented sexymermaid, and I have to give her full credit for the unconventional yet incredibly sexy moment.
Spoilers-none
Warning- Very Kinky and Naughty Language. If that is not your thing, I don’t want you to get upset. I like people being happy!
Disclaimer- Not mine, although I wish Spike were. I would keep him a very happy boy, if he only knew. Joss is Boss, we all know this.
Feedback- Please, Please, Please. Be as honest as you want, I can take it. This is my first fic, and I am very nervous about breaking out my writing to the world, but I gotta know. I am a glutton for feedback.
“Are you ready for the movie?”
Her little sister skidded to a stop just outside of the doorway. She knew better than to step a foot in her older sister’s bedroom without express invitation first. The last time she called her bluff, it took almost two months for her eyebrows to grow back.
“In a minute,” she answered, making last minute checks in the mirror. She ran a fingernail across one of side of her lip, and was finally pleased with her reflection. She stood up straight, and walked over to join her younger sister so they could both head downstairs. The two girls were heading out to see a movie with the gang, something they hadn’t done in a long time. With all the insanity of the past year, fun little things that seemed so commonplace at one time were now rare occurrences.
Their friends sat in the living room talking when the siblings finally joined them. “Are we all ready to head out?” one of them asked, as he took a few steps in their direction. Coats started to be gathered, and purses were slung onto shoulders. Just as they were headed out the door, the phone rang. “Go ahead, I will just grab this,” she told them, and ran back to the kitchen to catch the phone. On the fourth ring, she picked up.
“Hello?”
“Come over here. Now.”
A chill ran down her spine. Even though her brain just shut down, she tried very hard to answer intelligently. “I-I can’t. I already have other plans.”
“Mmmmm, with who, luv? Hope you aren’t fooling around on me.”
“So what if I am? You don’t own me. And stop calling here.”
“You do not speak to me like that, little girl. You are not the one making the rules. Be here. In twenty minutes. Or I will be standing on your front porch when you get back.”
She could not let that happen. The last thing she needed was trying to explain what this sinister looking man was doing waiting for her on the front porch when she came home with a younger sister in tow. But she couldn’t just drop her friends either.
“This shouldn’t be taking so much thought, sweet. Or are you thinking about all the wicked little things I will do to you when I have you here in my arms.” He dragged out the last sound into a seductive hiss, and she could almost feel it on her neck. She suppressed the reaction, in fear of someone coming back in to check on her.
“I can’t just blow off my friends. They are right outside, waiting for me.”
“Yes you can, and yes you will. I am sure you don’t blow things off usually, and one time won’t raise their suspicions. Just say you were called into work at the last minute, and that you will hang out with them another time.” His lowered an octave. “You now have seventeen minutes, sweetheart.”
Her breath was shaky now, as she felt his voice caress her ear. The other night had been a shattering experience for her. She had had no control, and instead of being terrified . . .
She had been wanton.
She needed more of it, more of him. But she was shocked and more than a little ashamed at her reaction, and her craving for another night with him. She thought that she was more self-reliant than to let herself fall helpless into the arms of a man that she didn’t even know the name of! She had to say no. She was going to tell him to fuck off. Change her number if necessary.
But when she went to answer him, what came out of her mouth was not what she had been planning.
“I will be there soon.”
A knowing laugh came over the line, making her feel small and defeated. He had won. But he always knew that he was going to.
“Sixteen minutes. And don’t be late.” The line cut off, and she was left there staring at the phone. A moment passed, and then she quietly placed the phone back in the cradle, before setting out to tell her friends she wouldn’t be joining them that night.