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thiswholeflight) wrote2004-01-04 01:02 am
thiswholeflight) wrote2004-01-04 01:02 am
"Half Gone" for litaschick
Title: "Half Gone" for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
litaschick
Pairing: Tara/Spike
Rating: NC-17 (She said she wanted smutty...)
She glows as she sleeps.
He wonders if Red knows that. The girl slept with her for two years plus, but did Willow ever watch Tara sleep?
Spike did.
Tara knew that of course; so it was no surprise that when she and Willow broke up over their disagreements on the nature of magicks she found Spike sitting on her bed in her dorm room. This was expected.
Buffy didn't know that Tara knew she and Spike were doing the deed well before the Slayer had confessed to it. Spike and Tara were confidants and had been for years.
This time was different though. They both morned. To Spike, Buffy was still dead. He had wanted so badly to awaken her from the Sleeping Beauty spell she was under. The one that brought her down for weeks and wouldn't give as if it was dried peanut butter.
And Tara?
Tara was alone.
Spike gently ran his hand up her jeaned thigh, caressing the soft skin as his cold mouth latched greedily onto Tara's breast.
She gave a shiver as his tongue circled her nipple, lavishing it until it became hard and erect. She let out a weak moan, afraid to be louder. Afraid to love what he was doing to her body.
His lips meet hers briefly and she doesn't know what to do. His lips are dry and his hands are now traveling down her back. So she wets his lips with her tongue and unbuttons his shirt.
Their tongue battle. She won't give in. She's not vulnerable and she won't be another image of a pathetic girl with a broken heart. He's equally stubborn and their tongue continue dueling, caressing, pushing, prodding until her tongue slices under his fang.
She visibly winces and tries to pull away. This only entices Spike more, and he pulls her closer, his hand on her ass, giving a small squeeze. He sucks at her tongue.
Wistful sigh. Tara feels that intense tingle between her legs. She can't help but feel that she reserved that for Willow. The smell waifs to his nose and he breathes in deeply.
She finally gets the damned shirt off of him and he quickly unzips her jeans, slides them off and tosses them away.
He breathes in her scent again and begins to lick her through her panties. Tara gasps. Her legs buckle and the panties dampen more, not only from his tongue. Small involuntary moans slip from her mouth as she thrusts herself closer to him.
"Oh god." she whispers under her breath as he tugs her underwear down and dives his tongue in.
He does things that she sometimes dreams about.
Tongue fucks her.
Spells the alphabet inside of her.
Finds that spot that makes her jump and plead for more and then thrusts his fingers inside her roughly.
Willow never played rough.
His mouth latched and sucks at her clit as his fingers continue to thrust in and out of her. As she nears her climax, body beginning to shudder and shiver, her eyes glass over and she looks hazy.
In the mirror across the room she sees nothing except her body buckling and sweating in ecstasy. She finally lets out a cry of release and he thinks she's half gone.
litaschickPairing: Tara/Spike
Rating: NC-17 (She said she wanted smutty...)
She glows as she sleeps.
He wonders if Red knows that. The girl slept with her for two years plus, but did Willow ever watch Tara sleep?
Spike did.
Tara knew that of course; so it was no surprise that when she and Willow broke up over their disagreements on the nature of magicks she found Spike sitting on her bed in her dorm room. This was expected.
Buffy didn't know that Tara knew she and Spike were doing the deed well before the Slayer had confessed to it. Spike and Tara were confidants and had been for years.
This time was different though. They both morned. To Spike, Buffy was still dead. He had wanted so badly to awaken her from the Sleeping Beauty spell she was under. The one that brought her down for weeks and wouldn't give as if it was dried peanut butter.
And Tara?
Tara was alone.
Spike gently ran his hand up her jeaned thigh, caressing the soft skin as his cold mouth latched greedily onto Tara's breast.
She gave a shiver as his tongue circled her nipple, lavishing it until it became hard and erect. She let out a weak moan, afraid to be louder. Afraid to love what he was doing to her body.
His lips meet hers briefly and she doesn't know what to do. His lips are dry and his hands are now traveling down her back. So she wets his lips with her tongue and unbuttons his shirt.
Their tongue battle. She won't give in. She's not vulnerable and she won't be another image of a pathetic girl with a broken heart. He's equally stubborn and their tongue continue dueling, caressing, pushing, prodding until her tongue slices under his fang.
She visibly winces and tries to pull away. This only entices Spike more, and he pulls her closer, his hand on her ass, giving a small squeeze. He sucks at her tongue.
Wistful sigh. Tara feels that intense tingle between her legs. She can't help but feel that she reserved that for Willow. The smell waifs to his nose and he breathes in deeply.
She finally gets the damned shirt off of him and he quickly unzips her jeans, slides them off and tosses them away.
He breathes in her scent again and begins to lick her through her panties. Tara gasps. Her legs buckle and the panties dampen more, not only from his tongue. Small involuntary moans slip from her mouth as she thrusts herself closer to him.
"Oh god." she whispers under her breath as he tugs her underwear down and dives his tongue in.
He does things that she sometimes dreams about.
Tongue fucks her.
Spells the alphabet inside of her.
Finds that spot that makes her jump and plead for more and then thrusts his fingers inside her roughly.
Willow never played rough.
His mouth latched and sucks at her clit as his fingers continue to thrust in and out of her. As she nears her climax, body beginning to shudder and shiver, her eyes glass over and she looks hazy.
In the mirror across the room she sees nothing except her body buckling and sweating in ecstasy. She finally lets out a cry of release and he thinks she's half gone.
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He does things that she sometimes dreams about.
Spells the alphabet inside of her.
Willow never played rough.
I *love* a good bit of Spara - and this is so hot in its tender torture.
Beautiful work!
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You're, like, REALLY fucking good. XD XD!!
Now I want a fanfic!
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LOL, didn't know I could make knees buckle! Yay!
I *love* a good bit of Spara - and this is so hot in its tender torture.
Beautiful work!
Thank you so much! (Didn't know I could write Spara, but apparently I have been able to accomplish this.)
Tender torture... that's very poetic, you know?
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Requests for Drabbles are here --->
http://www.livejournal.com/users/duckytears/40587.html
You can find older works here --->
http://www.livejournal.com/users/duckytears/54697.html
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I'm not sure what the sound of me getting the special box from under the bed would be.......
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Boy do I feel naughty!
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ha never ;)
Write more....must have more smut....smutter good...
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And yes, smut is good.
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*look at icon*
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Perhaps I can use this. *points to own icon*
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hey it would be a fun coma!
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dork
remember Xander 'ohhh so it's a good bruise'
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*wishes she could get a Xander drabble*
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*gapes*
why do you have such a damn good must to put those words in your mouth
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I was worried about characterization for the two of them... I think these two are the ones that have the weakest grip on their characters. Mostly how they talk though.
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Re: *gapes*
*smirks*
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Re: *gapes*
Re: *gapes*