BUFFY: Buffybot/Mr. Gordo ficlet.
Ha! I had completely forgotten I wrote this for buffyverse1000, ages ago, until dodyskin reminded me. Reposting here for archival porpoises.
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Be her, Spike had said. Be Buffy.
This is her job. Her mission. It's what Spike wants and all she wants is what Spike wants. Except for Spike. She wants him, too.
She waits until everyone is out [subdirectory /priorities/stealth] and boosts herself through the window into her bedroom -- the other's.
It smells like girl in here (scented candle, clean laundry, dirty laundry, perfume [subdirectory scents/girly stuff/aqua de gio]. She makes a note. Looks around. Poking out from under the bedspread is something .... fuzzy. She reaches out, picks it up.
"Hello," she says to the stuffed pig. "I'm Buffy. You belong to Buffy." It looks at her with shiny button eyes and doesn't say anything.
She sits down on the bed. Looks around some more. This is kind of boring. She really, really misses Spike.
"I wish Spike were here," she says. Thinking about Spike makes her feel all tingly and naughty. "I'm being Buffy in Buffy's room," she tells the pig. It keeps looking at her. She's having an idea.
She lays down the rest of the way, in the same place Buffy sleeps. Oh, Spike, she thinks. Then she says it. Between her legs she's going all soft and funny, so she does the thing Spike likes to watch, with her fingers, rubbing. [subdirectory kinks/masturbation/exhibitionism] It feels so good! Later she will tell Spike how she thought of him the whole time.
"I love you, Spike!" she shouts to the air as all her circuits sparkle and cascade and bloom.
She looks down; she's still clutching the pig to her chest as she feels her postcoital subroutine kick in. She squeezes it tightly.
"Oh, pig," she says. "I have to go now and have lots of hot sex with Spike. But thank you for your assistance in my research. I will always remember what we've shared."
Its shiny shiny eyes look up at her, reflecting a tiny image of herself. She tilts her head. Wow her hair looks good!
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Be her, Spike had said. Be Buffy.
This is her job. Her mission. It's what Spike wants and all she wants is what Spike wants. Except for Spike. She wants him, too.
She waits until everyone is out [subdirectory /priorities/stealth] and boosts herself through the window into her bedroom -- the other's.
It smells like girl in here (scented candle, clean laundry, dirty laundry, perfume [subdirectory scents/girly stuff/aqua de gio]. She makes a note. Looks around. Poking out from under the bedspread is something .... fuzzy. She reaches out, picks it up.
"Hello," she says to the stuffed pig. "I'm Buffy. You belong to Buffy." It looks at her with shiny button eyes and doesn't say anything.
She sits down on the bed. Looks around some more. This is kind of boring. She really, really misses Spike.
"I wish Spike were here," she says. Thinking about Spike makes her feel all tingly and naughty. "I'm being Buffy in Buffy's room," she tells the pig. It keeps looking at her. She's having an idea.
She lays down the rest of the way, in the same place Buffy sleeps. Oh, Spike, she thinks. Then she says it. Between her legs she's going all soft and funny, so she does the thing Spike likes to watch, with her fingers, rubbing. [subdirectory kinks/masturbation/exhibitionism] It feels so good! Later she will tell Spike how she thought of him the whole time.
"I love you, Spike!" she shouts to the air as all her circuits sparkle and cascade and bloom.
She looks down; she's still clutching the pig to her chest as she feels her postcoital subroutine kick in. She squeezes it tightly.
"Oh, pig," she says. "I have to go now and have lots of hot sex with Spike. But thank you for your assistance in my research. I will always remember what we've shared."
Its shiny shiny eyes look up at her, reflecting a tiny image of herself. She tilts her head. Wow her hair looks good!