FICLET COLLECTION: CORIOPHILIA - The Love of Leather, B/G, G to NC-17
CORIOPHILIA - The Love of Leather for mrsdrake
Author: PhenDog
Pairing: B/G across the board
Rating: Everything from G to NC-17
Disclaim: Not mine, and not happy about it! Wanna sell them to me, Joss? I have…$12.37 and a gum wrapper. Is that enough?
Warning: BDSM for #5 only
A/N: The request was for a ficlet involving leather. That was such an awesome challenge, and I had so many ideas for it, that I not only wrote one ficlet, I wrote a series of 5! Please note that these are all totally independent and have nothing to do with each other. Thanks mrsdrake for a truly awesome challenge! Hope at least one of these makes your day a little happier! (If you care, my personal favorite is #4, *grin*)
And thanks elizabuffy for doing this through IM! Hope your weekend doesn’t suck too bad, babe.
Written as part of my Kink!Ficlets…complete list can be found here.
Leather 1: Why? - 200 words (Note: post-LMPTM)
Buffy walked through the house in a daze, grateful for the rare quiet of the house in the hours of darkness before morning as she tried to rid herself of some of the horror of the day. She was just passing through the livingroom again when she saw it.
A leather jacket, lined in sheepskin, casually thrown over one arm of the couch. She froze for a moment, but then forced herself to lean over and pick it up, pulling it onto her lap as she sat down. Numbly she stroked the soft suede, and the very thoughts she’d been running from assaulted her mercilessly. Giles. Giles had betrayed her, hadn’t he? He’d lied and delayed her so Robin could get his stupid revenge and kill Spike-their strongest alley, and, it seemed now, her only friend.
Buffy slid down onto her side, staring into space as she lay there clutching the coat. It smelled of the suede, but also of soap and sweat and him. His smell hadn’t changed, she realized as she felt the tears begin, and pressed her face closer to the warm leather, not caring that it might stain. It hadn’t changed…so why had he?
Leather 2: Nothing Like the Feel - 400 words
“Giles, you need a car, and you’re not leaving this place until you find one,” Buffy had demanded as she stood there, hands on hips in the car lot.
He couldn’t help noticing the way the sun caught her hair with gold, dazzling against the brilliant crimson of her tank top. Knowing it was a losing battle, he sighed and gave in, submitting to the attentions of the car salesman, as Buffy wandered around the lot.
“I’m Bob, and what you need, Mr. Giles, is a car that reflects your personality. Are you an adventurous, daring man, would you say?”
“I suppose so?” Giles answered, making it a question. Lord knew what this man thought would reflect his personality, but he followed along docilely as “Bob” led him to a selection of sports cars.
“A convertible, maybe?” The man asked with a smile just a tad too wide to be convincing.
“Not very practical,” Giles commented dryly, thinking imagining rampaging demons and last minute trips to the emergency room.
Still, the man slid back the canvas top of the black vehicle they were standing beside. “I’m sure your girlfriend will love it.”
“G-girlfriend?”
The man looked at him oddly, and then looked sheepish. “I’m sorry. I just assumed-but she must be your daughter, then. How embarrassing!”
It was then that Giles realized Bob was talking about Buffy. He blushed. “No, she’s, ah…just a friend.”
Bob decided to leave it alone and try another tactic to make the sale. “The options on this one are incredible too. CD player, all leather interior-”
To oblige the man, the Watcher reached out and stroked the driver’s seat, then opened his eyes wide. Lord, that was soft and pleasantly warming in the sun with the cover let down. Very like the feel of enticing, honey colored skin, breathing beneath his touch. For a second he almost felt as if the car was calling out to him, reaching out to him as he was to it. But that was silly, wasn’t it?
“Nothing like the feel of leather,” the man smiled in triumph.
Giles sighed, released from the spell, and almost turned away, but then he caught Buffy admiring the car approvingly. The look on her face combined with the way she looked in the sun and caught his breath. He barely heard himself ask, “I don’t suppose you have one in red?”
Leather 3: Not for Newbies! - 650 words
Giles pushes through the door, awkwardly weighed down by the legs of his Slayer wrapped tightly around his waist as she claims his mouth, warring his lips and tongue with her own.
Somehow, he manages to carry her up the stairs, and she all but throws him down on the bed as she leaps on top.
“God, Giles! The leather pants…so a good idea!”
He grins and remembers when he saw them in the store. The price had been exorbitant, and he’d been afraid they might make him look a bit too much like a man with a midlife crisis, but then he touched them and felt the buttery softness of the leather. The look in Buffy’s eyes when he’d arrived at her door that evening had been exactly what he hoped. “Well, that has to be a record-the first time you’ve approved of something I’ve bought.”
Her eyes twinkle. “Well, don’t get used to it! Normally, your taste is terrible. But these? Wow.” The feel of him dancing against her…though her thin dress and the tightness of the leather she’d felt every curve. When they’d sat down at the table to eat, she couldn’t seem to keep her hand off his thigh, relishing every butter-smooth touch. Even now, she can’t stop, and in the privacy of his flat, she lets her hand wander to his crotch, finding him half hard and making him moreso. When she hears his groan, she knows it’s time to take it further.
When Buffy crawls backward along his body, Giles knows exactly where she’s headed and far be it for him to object! Sure enough, he feels her mouth, hot and demanding, against him. As he tangles his fingers in her hair, he wonders if saliva stains leather? If it does though, he’ll bother to care about it later.
Buffy’s surprised. The leather even tastes good…it’s strong and sharp and makes her recoil at first, but the more she tastes, the more she wants of it, warm and smooth against her mouth. It’s with regret that she lets go enough to slide down the zipper, and open him up.
Oh Lord! It’s…satin briefs! Red ones-She loves him in red. But of course…he wouldn’t have been able to wear his normal boxers under these, she muses. That would have been a rather embarrassing look under such a skintight pair of pants!
Giles can tell she likes the other surprise he wore for her, and this time as she begins to lick and suck he can almost feel her mouth on him, impeded only by the slight texture of the satin barrier which is quickly being soaked through by a mix of saliva and precome. So hot, so warm, and he shivers when she lifts her head enough to push up his shirt and lick at his navel.
Buffy pushes down on the pants, intending to move them downward so she can get better access, and so that she can…Huh? They aren’t moving. This time she tugs harder and they slide a little, but-“Ow! Buffy!”
“Sorry. They don’t want to come off,” she growled.
He sighs and uses his own hands to try to pull them off, but he doesn’t do much better. Damn. Standing up, he tries again; it still catches on the skin painfully, and he has to wiggle his fingers down the legs, and tug and roll the leather just to gain a few inches a he hops around the room.
“Um, Giles? You do know that when leather pants aren’t lined, you need to use talcum powder right? Especially if you plan to sweat in them?”
He looks up from his half bent over position to see her sitting petulantly on the bed, pouting at him. “No…you mean to tell me these bloody things need instructions?”
Buffy throws herself back on the bed and groans. It’s going to be a long night.
Leather 4: Home - 400 words
Carefully, he used the brush to apply more of the Neetsfoot Oil to the skirt of the saddle, and watched as the dark leather hungrily soaked it up, turning a brilliant, warm mahogany under the circular touches of his rag.
Buffy knew she’d find him here, in the stable. She walked up to him slowly, seeing he was absorbed and afraid to startle him. “Morning.”
“Hello, Buffy,” he turned and smiled at her.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Just some maintenance. It needs to be done to keep the condition of the leather.”
She nodded, taking the time to look around the clean lines of the wood construction as the morning sun danced through the beams of the lofted ceiling. “Nice out here in the morning, isn’t it?” Then she remembered the twin burden in her hands and held one of the steaming mugs out for him to take. “And, oh hey, brought you coffee. I know you’d prefer tea, but I couldn’t find any more of the-”
“Coffee’s fine,” he assured her, blowing on the mug and watching the condensation form in the crisp English autumn air. He studied her, noting the way she shivered slightly against the coolness, even in the baggy flannel shirt and jeans she’d donned for the day. “Would you like to go riding as soon as I’m done here?”
Buffy’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Could we? On the trails again?”
Giles grinned slightly. He’d been so delighted with the way Buffy took to something that meant so much to him personally. “Of course.” He tossed her a rag covered in leather oil and pointed at the saddle that had become hers. “Here. It goes faster with two.”
She caught it easily and nodded. But Buffy didn’t go to work immediately. “Smells good in here,” she observed. “Clean straw, spicy leather, coffee, living things. It’s comfortable-peaceful.”
“I’ve often found it to be, yes,” Giles agreed, remembering the times he’d fled here as a child, just needing to escape from it all.
Buffy was quiet for a minute, nursing her own coffee, and watching one of the horses as it snorted and moved restlessly in its stall. “Giles…thanks again for bringing us here…Dawn and me. This?” she waved the rag in her hand to indicate not only the stable, but what lay beyond. “This is good. This is how I want home to smell from now on.”
Leather 5: Have to get some Hardcore in here Somewhere! - It’s Porn, who cares about the word count?
Giles loves Buffy's leather.
Giles loves the way her suit fits her like a second skin, soft and supple, bending with her every curve. It has a high collar with a zipper that runs down the front, silver against the black leather, thin as silk that molds to tight to the curve of her breasts. It’s backless though, the cutout dipping so low he can almost see where her back ends and her crease begins, and filigree fine as lace runs down the legs, showing off the tanned, tantalizing skin beneath. There’s nothing like looking up at her in that suit standing over him, and there’s nothing better than the feel of it against his thigh as she straddles him, moving against the thick part of his leg until she throws back her head in ecstasy.
Giles loves the wide belts around his wrists, confining him to the bed for her pleasure. He can feel them chafing the skin as he pulls against the thick leather for leverage so he can arch up to her touch. When Buffy buckles those belts around his wrists tight, kissing his hands, he knows the hours ahead are destined to be some of the best of his life.
Giles loves the flogger with its countless tiny strips of leather. When Buffy wants to tease him, she drags it across his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and even his cock, tickling him and driving him wild with desire until he begs for mercy. When Buffy wants to punish him, she’ll flick it at him expertly so that he feels every strip of the leather stinging smartly against the skin and bringing tears to his eyes. This also drives him wild with desire and makes him beg for mercy.
And Giles loves the little harness Buffy bought for him last Christmas. At first he laughed and blushed, thinking it was a joke-she couldn’t possibly be serious. Oh, she was serious all right. She gets him hard, achingly so, and then she’ll slip it on his cock and balls, binding his scrotum tight and buckling the straps around his shaft just short of being painful. Then she’ll go to work for hours, teasing and squeezing, sucking and licking, sensations on his entire body until even a ‘Dear Lord’ is beyond his abilities. Then, when she’s ready, she’ll remove the harness, and that is the hardest of all, because he doesn’t dare lose his tenuous control. Not until she lowers herself on him, taking him whole and rides him to her own completion. Then he can come.
But most of all-to HELL with the leather!-Giles loves Buffy.
Author: PhenDog
Pairing: B/G across the board
Rating: Everything from G to NC-17
Disclaim: Not mine, and not happy about it! Wanna sell them to me, Joss? I have…$12.37 and a gum wrapper. Is that enough?
Warning: BDSM for #5 only
A/N: The request was for a ficlet involving leather. That was such an awesome challenge, and I had so many ideas for it, that I not only wrote one ficlet, I wrote a series of 5! Please note that these are all totally independent and have nothing to do with each other. Thanks mrsdrake for a truly awesome challenge! Hope at least one of these makes your day a little happier! (If you care, my personal favorite is #4, *grin*)
And thanks elizabuffy for doing this through IM! Hope your weekend doesn’t suck too bad, babe.
Written as part of my Kink!Ficlets…complete list can be found here.
Leather 1: Why? - 200 words (Note: post-LMPTM)
Buffy walked through the house in a daze, grateful for the rare quiet of the house in the hours of darkness before morning as she tried to rid herself of some of the horror of the day. She was just passing through the livingroom again when she saw it.
A leather jacket, lined in sheepskin, casually thrown over one arm of the couch. She froze for a moment, but then forced herself to lean over and pick it up, pulling it onto her lap as she sat down. Numbly she stroked the soft suede, and the very thoughts she’d been running from assaulted her mercilessly. Giles. Giles had betrayed her, hadn’t he? He’d lied and delayed her so Robin could get his stupid revenge and kill Spike-their strongest alley, and, it seemed now, her only friend.
Buffy slid down onto her side, staring into space as she lay there clutching the coat. It smelled of the suede, but also of soap and sweat and him. His smell hadn’t changed, she realized as she felt the tears begin, and pressed her face closer to the warm leather, not caring that it might stain. It hadn’t changed…so why had he?
Leather 2: Nothing Like the Feel - 400 words
“Giles, you need a car, and you’re not leaving this place until you find one,” Buffy had demanded as she stood there, hands on hips in the car lot.
He couldn’t help noticing the way the sun caught her hair with gold, dazzling against the brilliant crimson of her tank top. Knowing it was a losing battle, he sighed and gave in, submitting to the attentions of the car salesman, as Buffy wandered around the lot.
“I’m Bob, and what you need, Mr. Giles, is a car that reflects your personality. Are you an adventurous, daring man, would you say?”
“I suppose so?” Giles answered, making it a question. Lord knew what this man thought would reflect his personality, but he followed along docilely as “Bob” led him to a selection of sports cars.
“A convertible, maybe?” The man asked with a smile just a tad too wide to be convincing.
“Not very practical,” Giles commented dryly, thinking imagining rampaging demons and last minute trips to the emergency room.
Still, the man slid back the canvas top of the black vehicle they were standing beside. “I’m sure your girlfriend will love it.”
“G-girlfriend?”
The man looked at him oddly, and then looked sheepish. “I’m sorry. I just assumed-but she must be your daughter, then. How embarrassing!”
It was then that Giles realized Bob was talking about Buffy. He blushed. “No, she’s, ah…just a friend.”
Bob decided to leave it alone and try another tactic to make the sale. “The options on this one are incredible too. CD player, all leather interior-”
To oblige the man, the Watcher reached out and stroked the driver’s seat, then opened his eyes wide. Lord, that was soft and pleasantly warming in the sun with the cover let down. Very like the feel of enticing, honey colored skin, breathing beneath his touch. For a second he almost felt as if the car was calling out to him, reaching out to him as he was to it. But that was silly, wasn’t it?
“Nothing like the feel of leather,” the man smiled in triumph.
Giles sighed, released from the spell, and almost turned away, but then he caught Buffy admiring the car approvingly. The look on her face combined with the way she looked in the sun and caught his breath. He barely heard himself ask, “I don’t suppose you have one in red?”
Leather 3: Not for Newbies! - 650 words
Giles pushes through the door, awkwardly weighed down by the legs of his Slayer wrapped tightly around his waist as she claims his mouth, warring his lips and tongue with her own.
Somehow, he manages to carry her up the stairs, and she all but throws him down on the bed as she leaps on top.
“God, Giles! The leather pants…so a good idea!”
He grins and remembers when he saw them in the store. The price had been exorbitant, and he’d been afraid they might make him look a bit too much like a man with a midlife crisis, but then he touched them and felt the buttery softness of the leather. The look in Buffy’s eyes when he’d arrived at her door that evening had been exactly what he hoped. “Well, that has to be a record-the first time you’ve approved of something I’ve bought.”
Her eyes twinkle. “Well, don’t get used to it! Normally, your taste is terrible. But these? Wow.” The feel of him dancing against her…though her thin dress and the tightness of the leather she’d felt every curve. When they’d sat down at the table to eat, she couldn’t seem to keep her hand off his thigh, relishing every butter-smooth touch. Even now, she can’t stop, and in the privacy of his flat, she lets her hand wander to his crotch, finding him half hard and making him moreso. When she hears his groan, she knows it’s time to take it further.
When Buffy crawls backward along his body, Giles knows exactly where she’s headed and far be it for him to object! Sure enough, he feels her mouth, hot and demanding, against him. As he tangles his fingers in her hair, he wonders if saliva stains leather? If it does though, he’ll bother to care about it later.
Buffy’s surprised. The leather even tastes good…it’s strong and sharp and makes her recoil at first, but the more she tastes, the more she wants of it, warm and smooth against her mouth. It’s with regret that she lets go enough to slide down the zipper, and open him up.
Oh Lord! It’s…satin briefs! Red ones-She loves him in red. But of course…he wouldn’t have been able to wear his normal boxers under these, she muses. That would have been a rather embarrassing look under such a skintight pair of pants!
Giles can tell she likes the other surprise he wore for her, and this time as she begins to lick and suck he can almost feel her mouth on him, impeded only by the slight texture of the satin barrier which is quickly being soaked through by a mix of saliva and precome. So hot, so warm, and he shivers when she lifts her head enough to push up his shirt and lick at his navel.
Buffy pushes down on the pants, intending to move them downward so she can get better access, and so that she can…Huh? They aren’t moving. This time she tugs harder and they slide a little, but-“Ow! Buffy!”
“Sorry. They don’t want to come off,” she growled.
He sighs and uses his own hands to try to pull them off, but he doesn’t do much better. Damn. Standing up, he tries again; it still catches on the skin painfully, and he has to wiggle his fingers down the legs, and tug and roll the leather just to gain a few inches a he hops around the room.
“Um, Giles? You do know that when leather pants aren’t lined, you need to use talcum powder right? Especially if you plan to sweat in them?”
He looks up from his half bent over position to see her sitting petulantly on the bed, pouting at him. “No…you mean to tell me these bloody things need instructions?”
Buffy throws herself back on the bed and groans. It’s going to be a long night.
Leather 4: Home - 400 words
Carefully, he used the brush to apply more of the Neetsfoot Oil to the skirt of the saddle, and watched as the dark leather hungrily soaked it up, turning a brilliant, warm mahogany under the circular touches of his rag.
Buffy knew she’d find him here, in the stable. She walked up to him slowly, seeing he was absorbed and afraid to startle him. “Morning.”
“Hello, Buffy,” he turned and smiled at her.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Just some maintenance. It needs to be done to keep the condition of the leather.”
She nodded, taking the time to look around the clean lines of the wood construction as the morning sun danced through the beams of the lofted ceiling. “Nice out here in the morning, isn’t it?” Then she remembered the twin burden in her hands and held one of the steaming mugs out for him to take. “And, oh hey, brought you coffee. I know you’d prefer tea, but I couldn’t find any more of the-”
“Coffee’s fine,” he assured her, blowing on the mug and watching the condensation form in the crisp English autumn air. He studied her, noting the way she shivered slightly against the coolness, even in the baggy flannel shirt and jeans she’d donned for the day. “Would you like to go riding as soon as I’m done here?”
Buffy’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Could we? On the trails again?”
Giles grinned slightly. He’d been so delighted with the way Buffy took to something that meant so much to him personally. “Of course.” He tossed her a rag covered in leather oil and pointed at the saddle that had become hers. “Here. It goes faster with two.”
She caught it easily and nodded. But Buffy didn’t go to work immediately. “Smells good in here,” she observed. “Clean straw, spicy leather, coffee, living things. It’s comfortable-peaceful.”
“I’ve often found it to be, yes,” Giles agreed, remembering the times he’d fled here as a child, just needing to escape from it all.
Buffy was quiet for a minute, nursing her own coffee, and watching one of the horses as it snorted and moved restlessly in its stall. “Giles…thanks again for bringing us here…Dawn and me. This?” she waved the rag in her hand to indicate not only the stable, but what lay beyond. “This is good. This is how I want home to smell from now on.”
Leather 5: Have to get some Hardcore in here Somewhere! - It’s Porn, who cares about the word count?
Giles loves Buffy's leather.
Giles loves the way her suit fits her like a second skin, soft and supple, bending with her every curve. It has a high collar with a zipper that runs down the front, silver against the black leather, thin as silk that molds to tight to the curve of her breasts. It’s backless though, the cutout dipping so low he can almost see where her back ends and her crease begins, and filigree fine as lace runs down the legs, showing off the tanned, tantalizing skin beneath. There’s nothing like looking up at her in that suit standing over him, and there’s nothing better than the feel of it against his thigh as she straddles him, moving against the thick part of his leg until she throws back her head in ecstasy.
Giles loves the wide belts around his wrists, confining him to the bed for her pleasure. He can feel them chafing the skin as he pulls against the thick leather for leverage so he can arch up to her touch. When Buffy buckles those belts around his wrists tight, kissing his hands, he knows the hours ahead are destined to be some of the best of his life.
Giles loves the flogger with its countless tiny strips of leather. When Buffy wants to tease him, she drags it across his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and even his cock, tickling him and driving him wild with desire until he begs for mercy. When Buffy wants to punish him, she’ll flick it at him expertly so that he feels every strip of the leather stinging smartly against the skin and bringing tears to his eyes. This also drives him wild with desire and makes him beg for mercy.
And Giles loves the little harness Buffy bought for him last Christmas. At first he laughed and blushed, thinking it was a joke-she couldn’t possibly be serious. Oh, she was serious all right. She gets him hard, achingly so, and then she’ll slip it on his cock and balls, binding his scrotum tight and buckling the straps around his shaft just short of being painful. Then she’ll go to work for hours, teasing and squeezing, sucking and licking, sensations on his entire body until even a ‘Dear Lord’ is beyond his abilities. Then, when she’s ready, she’ll remove the harness, and that is the hardest of all, because he doesn’t dare lose his tenuous control. Not until she lowers herself on him, taking him whole and rides him to her own completion. Then he can come.
But most of all-to HELL with the leather!-Giles loves Buffy.