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[dreaming_cowboy]

[From here.]

Spike hadn't exactly had any woods to neck in, either, not that that was quite the same thing. He was mostly unconcerned about location, as it happened, and more concerned with the warmth of her bare skin against his hands, and under his mouth as he kissed down her neck, pulling one strap of her dress off her shoulder as he does so.

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[un_gloved]

"Hmmn." She sighed, lashes fluttering, and pushed her shoulder up a little once the strap was gone. One foot she managed to press firmly against the tree for support and the other she slid up, hooking her leg over his hip and his lower back. She bent her head to kiss the back of his neck, then the top of his ear.

[dreaming_cowboy]

He twists his head around to kiss her, briefly, on the lips - can't get enough of that - before returning to kissing a line down the exposed slope of her breast, hand on her leg sliding higher, over her behind.

Trees, he found, were convenient. Maybe not as nice as walls, but he'd do his best to take her mind off bark and such.

[un_gloved]

She was a tough cookie. She could handle the tree. More than, actually- she could downright multitask, given the situation, or at least she would when the moment called for anything beyond letting her head fall back and readjusting her arms around him.

She didn't really want to get dropped.

[dreaming_cowboy]

Dropping her would kill the mood, and Spike likes the mood. He is living entirely for the mood, just at that moment, enraptured in the taste of her skin, the way she responds when his mouth reaches her nipple, tongue lathing about it, hands instinctively squeezing in place and pulling her against him.

Which pulls her from the tree a little, or at least her lower half, but he's got her, he's not dropping her.