Drabble: Tease 1/1 - R - W/Michael
Title: Tease
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Rated: R, for imagery
Pairing: W/Michael
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Roswell belong to Katims, Metz, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: For the tthdrabbles list, topic “a slip of the tongue”.
http://tthdrabbles.livejournal.com
Summary: He’s playing with her. . .and she likes it.
~*~*~
Velvet tongue, sliding past teeth and lips to run along silken wetness, creamy smoothness.
It was pure torture, watching his faze as he lapped at the sweetness.
Willow watched through eyes half-lidded with arousal. Her teeth bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, yet still no sound escaped from her rosy lips.
Brown hair, chocolate eyes - what she done right to deserve this. . .to deserve -him-?
She tilted the corner of her mouth up in a half-smile as his eyes met hers, seemingly by accident, a smirk appearing from nowhere. Teasing. Taunting.
With a frustrated sigh, she turned back to the house, letting the door slam shut behind her.
Later she’d make him put that tongue to better use.
~*~*~
“You were doing it again, weren’t you?”
Michael smirked, swiping a drop of ice cream from the cone before it could fall.
“Not my fault, Maxwell.”
“Sure,” Max laughed. “Using your powers to make it melt faster. Thus more licking, which leads to more teasing. Not your fault at all.”
Michael shrugged, finishing off the cone now that she was out of sight. It wasn’t his fault if she had a tongue fixation, after all.
~*~The End~*~
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Rated: R, for imagery
Pairing: W/Michael
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Roswell belong to Katims, Metz, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: For the tthdrabbles list, topic “a slip of the tongue”.
http://tthdrabbles.livejournal.com
Summary: He’s playing with her. . .and she likes it.
~*~*~
Velvet tongue, sliding past teeth and lips to run along silken wetness, creamy smoothness.
It was pure torture, watching his faze as he lapped at the sweetness.
Willow watched through eyes half-lidded with arousal. Her teeth bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, yet still no sound escaped from her rosy lips.
Brown hair, chocolate eyes - what she done right to deserve this. . .to deserve -him-?
She tilted the corner of her mouth up in a half-smile as his eyes met hers, seemingly by accident, a smirk appearing from nowhere. Teasing. Taunting.
With a frustrated sigh, she turned back to the house, letting the door slam shut behind her.
Later she’d make him put that tongue to better use.
~*~*~
“You were doing it again, weren’t you?”
Michael smirked, swiping a drop of ice cream from the cone before it could fall.
“Not my fault, Maxwell.”
“Sure,” Max laughed. “Using your powers to make it melt faster. Thus more licking, which leads to more teasing. Not your fault at all.”
Michael shrugged, finishing off the cone now that she was out of sight. It wasn’t his fault if she had a tongue fixation, after all.
~*~The End~*~