Drabble: That Thing You Do
Spike fell back on the bed, panting. “God, Slayer. You tryin’ to kill me?”
Buffy grinned, crawling seductively up his body, nipping his abdomen and pecs along the way. “Why? Should I be worried? You planning on not calling me for over a year after you’re resurrected again?”
“Oh come on! You can’t still be mad about that. ’S’been years since that happened. Said I was sorry.” Spike pouted, giving Buffy a devilish, puppydog look. “Now you gonna tell me where you learned to do that thing with your tongue?”
“Did I ever tell you about Satsu?”
“Satsuwha?”
“Oh boy.”
Buffy grinned, crawling seductively up his body, nipping his abdomen and pecs along the way. “Why? Should I be worried? You planning on not calling me for over a year after you’re resurrected again?”
“Oh come on! You can’t still be mad about that. ’S’been years since that happened. Said I was sorry.” Spike pouted, giving Buffy a devilish, puppydog look. “Now you gonna tell me where you learned to do that thing with your tongue?”
“Did I ever tell you about Satsu?”
“Satsuwha?”
“Oh boy.”