FICLET: THAT TICKLES! B/G, NC-17
THAT TICKLES! aka “Brimming Ratsicles” for malnpudl
Author: PhenDog
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17 probably…though am I weird that I’d almost just call it R?
Disclaim: Not mine, and not happy about it! Wanna sell them to me, Joss? I can start digging around in the couch cushions for spare change…
Warning: Brimming = Buffy rimming!
A/N: Request was for B/G Rimming and the phrase “That Tickles!” Hope this works! ;^) Written as part of my Kink!Ficlets…complete list can be found here.
A firm pillow smacked her bare backside smartly, and Buffy meeped. "Come on, love, the day hasn't been new for hours now."
Buffy didn't respond, but instead burrowed her head deeper beneath her own pillow. "Go 'way. Do whatever you want; I'm not getting up."
At first Giles was exasperated, but then he smiled at the sight of his lover laying naked and facedown on the bed, the sheets tangled down below her knees in the California summer heat. "Anything?"
Couldn't he just let a sleepy Slayer lie, she asked herself? Buffy decided her best tactic was just to ignore him and maybe he'd go away, though she knew that was unlikely judging by the tone of his voice. Well, she'd just have to teach him he wasn't going to win, not with a thorough tickling or even the water she kept waiting to feel dumped down her back.
She heard a drawer slide open, and then the bed sagged as he returned. She waited tensely, not quite sure what to expect. What DID come definitely wasn’t one of the possibilities her mind had conjured up-the feel of cool, oily liquid seeping down where it did NOT belong. “Giles? Um, what’re you doing?”
“I rather recall that you didn’t care.” Warm hands began to massage her lower back, moving slowly to her ass, and she shivered. A smell was starting to fill the air. Artificial cherry? Dimly she remembered buying some lubricant once in that flavor, but they hadn’t yet gotten a chance to try it out…
Giles let his fingers slide down in the crease, teasing, and she clenched, trapping him. Slayer strength definitely had interesting uses. “Giles, seriously-you wanna lose that hand?”
It seemed his Slayer was going to take a little coaxing to expand her comfort levels, but he was nothing if not up the challenge. Gently, he leaned forward and kissed her along the spine. “Buffy, please let me? If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop at any time. It’s just that…there’s something I’d like to do for you. Another way I’d like to taste you.”
Buffy felt a shiver at the huskiness in his voice at the last sentence. Past experience had taught her that experimenting with Giles was fun…she let her mind mull over his words as she relaxed her butt’s vise-grip on his fingers.
Then he began to spread the cheeks, one firm in each hand. That was enough to make her heart flutter. “It’s something I’ve wondered for a while whether you might enjoy, but I wanted to wait for the right time. Since you’ve left me with no choice, however.”
Of course, her heart fluttered more when he began to kiss her rear, licking and nipping with his teeth… Then she remembered his earlier words. ‘Oh God,” she realized. ‘Did he say taste?’
She froze. And just then, that marvelously warm, wet, and talented tongue began to push itself against a particular place on her anatomy that…but, no! That was for things going out, NOT for things going in, and he was going to taste?
Giles flicked his tongue out again, flirting with that pucker and filling his mouth with the cherry. Not the best flavor in the world, perhaps, but definitely workable. Then he let his tongue grow hard and pointed, and pushed in. So hot, so lovely…just like everywhere else he’d explored on her body.
Buffy fisted the sheets. This certainly was NOT the punishment she’d expected…but she couldn’t help it, it was definitely doing something for her. She was practically suffocating herself, pushing her face into the bed as she tried to stifle the moan and deny him satisfaction.
It would have been so much nicer just to bury his face against her and go for it, but Giles carefully held her apart, knowing he did not want to want to experience the same fate his hand had earlier.
The ring of muscle circling her entrance was tight, and he allowed his tongue to curve up and swirl around beneath it from the inside. When he found one of the large veins, hot and pulsing, he pressed down and was immediately rewarded. He’d earned his first whimper, something Buffy always tried to deprive him of. Grinning, Giles allowed his tongue to grow wide and soft before pulling out. “God, Giles! No one’s ever…”
“Then you’ve missed out, obviously. Now hush.”
She could feel him, darting out, touching her in a way that was beginning to feel more intimate than sex when the quick, licking rhythm of that tongue started to bring a new sensation to the surface over and above the desire he was creating.
She tried to wiggle, but found he was still holding her. She tried to take out the frustration on the sheets, but that was ineffective. She tried to bite down on the bedding and bury her face in it, but that only made breathing difficult. She even tried ignoring it, but that only made it a whole lot worse. Finally, she just let go and began to giggle.
Giles looked up, curious and slightly concerned. “Buffy?”
“Oh wow! I’m sorry, Giles, but that tickles!”
“Does it?” His voice grew mischievous, “well, we’ll have to see what we can do with that then.”
This time when he dived in, he didn’t bother tasting her deeply. Instead he worked on making her squirm, pressing his cheeks against those of her ass as he sought to increase the tempo, teasing her again and again.
Buffy gasped and panted. He couldn’t hold her, but she was doing her best to squirm against the bed, and relieve the burning itch that bubbled up as laughter and made her sides hurt with mirth. She chanted his name, begging him to take mercy…but never asking him to stop. And all the while that feeling in her ass was swelling into something bigger, making her hot and wet. Her movements against the sheets became far less innocent and more deliberate as she sought a new goal.
Giles heard the grunting and moaning punctuated by the sharp, barking pants that remained of her laughter and knew she was getting close. Taking mercy, he gave up the quick darts and let his tongue plunge in as far as he could manage at the exact same moment he removed one hand from her rear to plunge the fingers forward into the quivering wetness of her cunt.
Buffy screamed and felt her whole body seem to dissolve as it let go, muscles clenching at both her entrances and causing her to undulate as the shocks took her and threw her. Giles somehow managed to hang on for the ride and guide her through it, enjoying the feel of that awesome inner throb against his fingers and tongue.
After lying panting for a minute, Buffy mewled her disappointment when he withdrew.
“You taste wonderful, love, just as I suspected,” her Watcher commented as he kissed her rear.
Buffy laughed and then curled up at the pain that evoked. “God, Giles,” she panted. “I’d so berate you on…how gross that is, except….except my sides hurt too much from, from…”
“Laughing and coming?”
She tried not to laugh again. “Yes. In that order.”
He rolled her over and crawled up her body. “Well, I’m glad. You’re never so beautiful as when you laugh…save perhaps when you come for me.”
Giles leaned in close, and was just about to claim her lips, when a hand on his chest forced him back. Buffy wasn’t panting anymore, and suddenly managed to get out her words just fine. “Rupert Giles! I love you, and I love the things you do to me, but you are SO going to do the mouthwash, the brushing of the teeth, and the whole bit before you even THINK about kissing me. I KNOW where that mouth has been!”
“Fair enough.” Giles reached down a hand and gave that pert rear a sharp smack as he grinned at her. “So, are you ready to get up and face the world now?”
Suddenly she looked innocent again. “Well, I don’t know about that…”
Giles stuck out his tongue, and moved toward her…
A ball of Slayer leapt out of bed so fast he barely even had a chance to laugh.
Author: PhenDog
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17 probably…though am I weird that I’d almost just call it R?
Disclaim: Not mine, and not happy about it! Wanna sell them to me, Joss? I can start digging around in the couch cushions for spare change…
Warning: Brimming = Buffy rimming!
A/N: Request was for B/G Rimming and the phrase “That Tickles!” Hope this works! ;^) Written as part of my Kink!Ficlets…complete list can be found here.
A firm pillow smacked her bare backside smartly, and Buffy meeped. "Come on, love, the day hasn't been new for hours now."
Buffy didn't respond, but instead burrowed her head deeper beneath her own pillow. "Go 'way. Do whatever you want; I'm not getting up."
At first Giles was exasperated, but then he smiled at the sight of his lover laying naked and facedown on the bed, the sheets tangled down below her knees in the California summer heat. "Anything?"
Couldn't he just let a sleepy Slayer lie, she asked herself? Buffy decided her best tactic was just to ignore him and maybe he'd go away, though she knew that was unlikely judging by the tone of his voice. Well, she'd just have to teach him he wasn't going to win, not with a thorough tickling or even the water she kept waiting to feel dumped down her back.
She heard a drawer slide open, and then the bed sagged as he returned. She waited tensely, not quite sure what to expect. What DID come definitely wasn’t one of the possibilities her mind had conjured up-the feel of cool, oily liquid seeping down where it did NOT belong. “Giles? Um, what’re you doing?”
“I rather recall that you didn’t care.” Warm hands began to massage her lower back, moving slowly to her ass, and she shivered. A smell was starting to fill the air. Artificial cherry? Dimly she remembered buying some lubricant once in that flavor, but they hadn’t yet gotten a chance to try it out…
Giles let his fingers slide down in the crease, teasing, and she clenched, trapping him. Slayer strength definitely had interesting uses. “Giles, seriously-you wanna lose that hand?”
It seemed his Slayer was going to take a little coaxing to expand her comfort levels, but he was nothing if not up the challenge. Gently, he leaned forward and kissed her along the spine. “Buffy, please let me? If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop at any time. It’s just that…there’s something I’d like to do for you. Another way I’d like to taste you.”
Buffy felt a shiver at the huskiness in his voice at the last sentence. Past experience had taught her that experimenting with Giles was fun…she let her mind mull over his words as she relaxed her butt’s vise-grip on his fingers.
Then he began to spread the cheeks, one firm in each hand. That was enough to make her heart flutter. “It’s something I’ve wondered for a while whether you might enjoy, but I wanted to wait for the right time. Since you’ve left me with no choice, however.”
Of course, her heart fluttered more when he began to kiss her rear, licking and nipping with his teeth… Then she remembered his earlier words. ‘Oh God,” she realized. ‘Did he say taste?’
She froze. And just then, that marvelously warm, wet, and talented tongue began to push itself against a particular place on her anatomy that…but, no! That was for things going out, NOT for things going in, and he was going to taste?
Giles flicked his tongue out again, flirting with that pucker and filling his mouth with the cherry. Not the best flavor in the world, perhaps, but definitely workable. Then he let his tongue grow hard and pointed, and pushed in. So hot, so lovely…just like everywhere else he’d explored on her body.
Buffy fisted the sheets. This certainly was NOT the punishment she’d expected…but she couldn’t help it, it was definitely doing something for her. She was practically suffocating herself, pushing her face into the bed as she tried to stifle the moan and deny him satisfaction.
It would have been so much nicer just to bury his face against her and go for it, but Giles carefully held her apart, knowing he did not want to want to experience the same fate his hand had earlier.
The ring of muscle circling her entrance was tight, and he allowed his tongue to curve up and swirl around beneath it from the inside. When he found one of the large veins, hot and pulsing, he pressed down and was immediately rewarded. He’d earned his first whimper, something Buffy always tried to deprive him of. Grinning, Giles allowed his tongue to grow wide and soft before pulling out. “God, Giles! No one’s ever…”
“Then you’ve missed out, obviously. Now hush.”
She could feel him, darting out, touching her in a way that was beginning to feel more intimate than sex when the quick, licking rhythm of that tongue started to bring a new sensation to the surface over and above the desire he was creating.
She tried to wiggle, but found he was still holding her. She tried to take out the frustration on the sheets, but that was ineffective. She tried to bite down on the bedding and bury her face in it, but that only made breathing difficult. She even tried ignoring it, but that only made it a whole lot worse. Finally, she just let go and began to giggle.
Giles looked up, curious and slightly concerned. “Buffy?”
“Oh wow! I’m sorry, Giles, but that tickles!”
“Does it?” His voice grew mischievous, “well, we’ll have to see what we can do with that then.”
This time when he dived in, he didn’t bother tasting her deeply. Instead he worked on making her squirm, pressing his cheeks against those of her ass as he sought to increase the tempo, teasing her again and again.
Buffy gasped and panted. He couldn’t hold her, but she was doing her best to squirm against the bed, and relieve the burning itch that bubbled up as laughter and made her sides hurt with mirth. She chanted his name, begging him to take mercy…but never asking him to stop. And all the while that feeling in her ass was swelling into something bigger, making her hot and wet. Her movements against the sheets became far less innocent and more deliberate as she sought a new goal.
Giles heard the grunting and moaning punctuated by the sharp, barking pants that remained of her laughter and knew she was getting close. Taking mercy, he gave up the quick darts and let his tongue plunge in as far as he could manage at the exact same moment he removed one hand from her rear to plunge the fingers forward into the quivering wetness of her cunt.
Buffy screamed and felt her whole body seem to dissolve as it let go, muscles clenching at both her entrances and causing her to undulate as the shocks took her and threw her. Giles somehow managed to hang on for the ride and guide her through it, enjoying the feel of that awesome inner throb against his fingers and tongue.
After lying panting for a minute, Buffy mewled her disappointment when he withdrew.
“You taste wonderful, love, just as I suspected,” her Watcher commented as he kissed her rear.
Buffy laughed and then curled up at the pain that evoked. “God, Giles,” she panted. “I’d so berate you on…how gross that is, except….except my sides hurt too much from, from…”
“Laughing and coming?”
She tried not to laugh again. “Yes. In that order.”
He rolled her over and crawled up her body. “Well, I’m glad. You’re never so beautiful as when you laugh…save perhaps when you come for me.”
Giles leaned in close, and was just about to claim her lips, when a hand on his chest forced him back. Buffy wasn’t panting anymore, and suddenly managed to get out her words just fine. “Rupert Giles! I love you, and I love the things you do to me, but you are SO going to do the mouthwash, the brushing of the teeth, and the whole bit before you even THINK about kissing me. I KNOW where that mouth has been!”
“Fair enough.” Giles reached down a hand and gave that pert rear a sharp smack as he grinned at her. “So, are you ready to get up and face the world now?”
Suddenly she looked innocent again. “Well, I don’t know about that…”
Giles stuck out his tongue, and moved toward her…
A ball of Slayer leapt out of bed so fast he barely even had a chance to laugh.