Ficlet: Sin, Spike/Buffy, R
I wrote fic.. has been awhile eh?
and looky, new fandom.
Sin (Buffy/Spike, R)
Fangs were good for a multitude of sins. They were good for tearing the warm flesh from the throat. Puncturing tendons and popping veins with a hiss of warm blood. Enabling the mouth to fill with the iron liquid; thick and silken down the throat.
They were good for other things too. Sharp and dangerous against skin. Dragging, scratching…teasing, caressing. Sinking in, millimeter after millimeter, depressing and denting, enough to hurt but not to rupture. Fatal banter.
She examines the red sets of marks on her throat, inflamed and angry against the paleness of her skin under the bathroom-white light. The marks further down rub against her nightshirt; soft reminders of the potential pain.
Sliding down into bed sheets and pulling the covers up to her throat she thinks of the other uses of those sharpened teeth. Images of teeth and skin and parting. She studiously ignores the tingle that goes up the inside of her legs. But lets the soft curve to the corner of her lips remain as she drifts into sleep.
and looky, new fandom.
Sin (Buffy/Spike, R)
Fangs were good for a multitude of sins. They were good for tearing the warm flesh from the throat. Puncturing tendons and popping veins with a hiss of warm blood. Enabling the mouth to fill with the iron liquid; thick and silken down the throat.
They were good for other things too. Sharp and dangerous against skin. Dragging, scratching…teasing, caressing. Sinking in, millimeter after millimeter, depressing and denting, enough to hurt but not to rupture. Fatal banter.
She examines the red sets of marks on her throat, inflamed and angry against the paleness of her skin under the bathroom-white light. The marks further down rub against her nightshirt; soft reminders of the potential pain.
Sliding down into bed sheets and pulling the covers up to her throat she thinks of the other uses of those sharpened teeth. Images of teeth and skin and parting. She studiously ignores the tingle that goes up the inside of her legs. But lets the soft curve to the corner of her lips remain as she drifts into sleep.