bakerstreet | Smut Picture Prompts Meme: It's Actually Sunday According to World Clock Edition (I think)!

Yeah? Who told you that?

[So he could go rip their face off for even thinking it. He felt her under his hand, hot in a way that almost burned, his other hand sliding up under her shirt, tickling over her stomach and moving up to knead her breast over her bra.]

[There's a bit of amusement because she was taunting him with a thing he had said years ago but she keeps the words back, leaning her head against him as her eyes closed for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his hands against her]

[The blood that was normally in his brain was inhabiting a more important part at the moment, that part pressing up against her ass as he fondled her, nipping at her neck.]

This going to be a rough and tumble, or you planning on letting me carry you to bed.

[She opens her eyes and looks at him, amusement there]

Has that ever happened?

Always a first time...

[He moved to try to chase after her lips, wanting a kiss, wanting to taste her in as many ways as he could before she left him a bruised and used up mess in his bed.]

[There was never supposed to be a first time, let alone a second. Or a third. Or a fourth. She could try, but she kept coming back to him, even when she knew it was just going to end up badly for both of them. It's not that she hates him - she thinks. Well, tries to think. It's really hard to think when she's pressing herself against him like this and his hands are moving like that]

[It's one of the times she'll let him kiss her, pulling him close]

[It's always those little moments, the ones where she lets him have a little more of her that fuels his arousal higher. His hand moves from between her legs, fumbling up to tug at the button and fly to her pants, working to get them open so he can touch skin instead of fabric.

His other hand is pulled free from her shirt, sliding up into her hair to hold her there, to let him kiss her, licking at her mouth as he feels that need for her throb through him.]

[She kisses him back hard, groaning into his mouth as his hand touches skin instead of the fabric. She bites at his bottom lip, trying to encourage him to touch more. Her hand still holding the back of his head to pull him closer, as she writhes at his touch]

[It's a toss up for him. The way she's seated gives him a better angle to slide his hand down the front of her pants, under her panties and over slick, warm skin -- but it makes kissing a little more difficult. And he wants... well, he wants all of her. But maybe she's not up for a quick snatch and grab tonight. Maybe he can have his cake and eat her too.]

[She grinds into his fingers when she can, soft moans from the feel of the cool skin against her own heat. She won't lie about it - he knows what he's doing and he knows how to play her till she's putty in his hands. Well, relative putty. It's one of those don't admit it to his face type things.]

[She's pulling at his shirt, trying to move it up. One hands grabs at the material while the other roams almost possessively over the skin beneath]

Clothes--

[The word's bitten off as his mouth crashes back on hers, his fingers dipping inside her before he teases back to play at her clit.]

Off.

[He could feel her trying to touch him and he wanted her to. Wanted to walk around with marks from her to look at later, to remember this by.]

Good idea

[It's breathed out quickly as she continues to pull at his shirt, the other hand still running over the skin, bent to run her fingernails down them. Her kisses are harder to, biting and sucking at the skin, hard gasps as his fingers play at her clit]

[The hand on the skin moves down to grab at his fly, undoing the button and running the zip down before moving under the fabric there]

[He has the urge to just rip her clothes off, but the last time he'd done that, she'd scampered off in a huff -- the morning after. And in his favorite shirt, too. Not that he didn't like the idea of her wearing his clothes...

On second thought, maybe he should just tear her clothes off.

The bite at his lip had him groaning, two fingers curling to press into her and flick, his other hand tugging rather ineffectually at her shirt.]

[The fingers seem to curl in just the right place, causing a low moan mixed with a groan from Buffy as she jerks against him, trying to make him do it again. Her hands go to her own shirt, moving back just enough to let her pull it off and over her head, pressing against him tighly when it was done]

[He was starting to know all her sounds, or the ones that were important to pay attention to, anyway. She groaned and pressed closer and he repeated the motion, licking up along her throat, just over her pulse. He joined in on the disrobing enough to get his shirt off one arm and over his head, but he wasn't quite done with what his hand was doing down her pants, so his shirt hung on him, bunched up at his wrist and over her lap as he fingered her.]

[The shirt being out of the way was a thing of good, as Buffy leaned in with a biting kiss to his collarbone. Her hand moved under the fabric of his jeans, running her nails along the skin of his erection before wrapping her fingers around it and pumping slowly]

[He was starting to know all her sounds, and she was starting to know his.]

[Then she'd recognize that breathy groan, that needy little moan he let slip against her shoulder as she touched him. Still sitting with her on his lap, he tried to focus on her, on his fingers moving inside her, on the way her body tensed around them, on all those little sounds she made that let him know he was making her feel good.]

Been thinking about you all week. Splayed out on my bed. Naked. Warm... you're always so bloody warm.

[Her wrist twists, keeping her movements teasingly slow, trying to draw out that groan again, as her own eyes fluttered closed, moaning at the way his fingers felt inside her. They open slowly at his opens and she gives a sharp little jerk of her hand]

Need this.

[She's not sure if this just means the sex, or anything more but she didn't want to think on it. Not with his fingers moving in that way that makes her breaths come fast, warming against him]

Take it. It's yours.

[He, of course, thought she meant 'this' literally, as in what was in her hand. Which was his cock, and she was always welcome to that. and the rest of him, truth be told.

There was a tearing sound as his hand flexed, wrist pulling away from her a bit, her pants ripping along the front as he angled to lay them down on the couch. The bed would be better, but that meant moving.]

[There's a brief growl at the sound of her pants ripping, but it dies quickly with the change in angle. Her heartbeat is pounding her ears, demanding more with each beat. She hooks a leg around Spike's waist, aiming to pull them closer together. Her hand squeezes his cock, flicking her thumb over the head before pulling out to run down his chest. She leans in for another harsh kiss, pushing closer him]

[He can't stop touching her, feeling that heat and warmth against his cooler skin, that sweet scent enveloping him like her legs were. He leaned over her, thrusting a little into her grip, feeling her hand around his cock as he thrust his fingers up into her in tandem.

His lips didn't leave hers, his mouth hungry, tongue tasting, breath coming quickly as he groaned, losing himself quickly.]

More

[It came out in a strangled groan as he thrust his fingers into her. The leg she'd hooked around him pulled him closer, desperate to feel more than she was now. She ground down hard on his hand, leaning and moaning deep against his ear]

[She asked and he gave, adding a third finger as his mouth moved down towards her breast. His other hand tugged at her bra, lowering the cup down from one of those deliciously pert nipples so he could fix his mouth to it, tongue licking over and around her. She wanted more? Oh, he'd happily give it to her.]

[She let out a softer moan, one that spoke of him getting it right, as a deep breath was exhaled, a free hand going to stroke at his hair almost gently while the other curled against his back, nails pressing into the flesh. She moved in tandem with his fingers, rocking back and forth, muttering half sentences and moans.]

[He knew how to play her and she was willing to be played. She pressed more into him, letting him know without words that more was still needed]

[Three fingers in, curling against her inner walls, his thumb moved up to circle around her clit. His teeth bit gently at her. Oh, he knew she was tough. Knew the both of them could give and take a lot of damage. But there was... something. Something that made it worth trying to draw out when she let him play at being gentle with her. When her hand stroked at his hair like that as he used his free hand to shove at his jeans, pushing them down over his hips before tugging at her ruined pants.]

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