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bountyhead) wrote2019-03-17 07:32 pm
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It feels good to be this close to him again and her body can't deny it. His bare skin is still warm from his workout and so inviting. The mix of tobacco, and booze, and sweat every time she inhales through her nose adds weight to her desire. With restraint left off the table, the kiss goes on for another minute or so, and through the duration of it, she itches to drag her hands down his chest and explore his body like she did last time. The fact she can see him makes the temptation all the harder to resist.
Her heart starts to race within her chest and the sound nearly deafens her. She's nervous ( excited? ) too and she feels hot in her face and everywhere else. As much as she doesn't want to, Faye will break the kiss momentarily, and for good reason. Her green eyes blink open and she asks breathlessly against his lips. ]
How are you feeling?
[ A question that could be implying a'many number of things. ]
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His free hand falls to her waist his hand taking its time to admire her soft skin and the gentle curve down to her hips. She's warm, she's soft, but not delicate enough to break at the slightest wrong touch. Just like he likes in a woman. There's a small, appreciative sound from him when her fingers weave into his hair, still slightly damp and cooling from his sweat, as her touch sends delighted tingles all over his body. He missed having his hair played with.
By the time her lips break from his, he realizes he doesn't even really seem to know how much time has passed. Had he been enjoying himself that much? His eyes watch hers while he carefully considers her question. He's feeling a lot of things right now. ]
I'm fine. Little sore, but I've had worse.
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Faye muffles an apology against Spike's lips before enveloping them in another kiss because she can't help herself (and she is sorry). She drops her hand to his chest and caresses the warm skin admiringly, waiting to break away before dipping her hand lower. ]
I want to make it up to you.
[ Sincerity peppered with a touch of lust — truth is, she's done more than made it up to him already, but this want branches from a different place. A place that involves canceling out the pain with pleasure. Her hand slips past the waistband of his lounge pants, his boxers, and stops when the soft pads of her fingers are just grazing the skin of his cock. Light enough to tickle. She locks her eyes on him to gauge his reaction, careful not to apply unnecessary pressure or move too quickly. Just slow, mindful strokes to stimulate. ]
Does that hurt?
hey guess who just remembered she's got a paid account and uploaded a bunch of icons.
He searches her face for any hint of malice or teasing before he finally shakes his head. ]
No.. It's nice.
[ Maybe the liquor is doing its job after all. ]
oh heck yes!!! can't wait to see 'em used!
Faye mutters a velvet good at the corner of his mouth before kissing her way down his neck; gripping and carefully tugging his hair to guide his head to one side while she does. Mindful but still assertive and leaving a mess of lipstick stains that start to trail down his chest in a fading gradient. Her fingers continue to gently caress and coax him to harden until she pulls away too soon, and her body slips from his grasp, and it may be the only time she inadvertently teases him.
She only moves as far as the floor, encouraging him to get comfortable while she eases her way between his legs. She places a hand on each of his thighs, smooths them up until they reach the hem of his pants, and stops to curl a grip around it. Those same bright green eyes now gaze up at him from below. ]
Lift your hips.
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He leans back on his hands, and lifts his hips when she instructs him to. ]
It's not pretty, just to warn you..
[ When his pants come off his hips, it's only a little embarrassing, but the bruising from her attack is fairly plain to see, though he might have been a touch oversensitive about how bad it really was. ]
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But then her gaze drops and the bruising might not be severe but it's nothing to scoff at either. A small pang of guilt rings through her chest as she scoots closer, intending to make him forget all about it. She ghosts her hands over his thighs again, right back to his member where she feathers her fingers along the length, being mindful of where the bruise was. She then takes him in one hand, using a gradual squeeze to gauge how firmly she can grip without hurting him. ]
How does that feel? Any pain?
[ Her thumb strokes the sore area and is soon joined by her other hand as it starts to caress the head of his cock. ]
damn dw notifs
N-no.. That's good.
[ Her concentrated effort makes his breath catch in his throat and his body stiffen. His fingers curl in the fabric of his bedsheets when she teases him the way he does. He can't help the rose-colored hue that tints his cheeks and ears, despite his best efforts. She's treating him well, and he can't really help that his body is responding. ]
they got me too!!
Faye dips her head, drawing her hands away while bringing her mouth closer to the tip of his cock, eyes still locked on his face. By now, she's salivated enough that when her lips part to invite him in and enclose in a gentle suction around the head, her mouth is not only warm but wet. Her tongue rolls over the slit teasingly and she gets her first salty taste of him, emitting a soft hum in response. It only makes her salivate more.
She takes another inch of him into her mouth and then pulls away carefully, using the residual spit to glide two fingers along the tip in a circular motion. ]
I want to know what feels good... so don't hold back.
it's been everywhere this week, apparently.
He can't keep his eyes off of her when she ducks down over him, teasing him with her incredibly inviting mouth. His fingers clench tight in the blankets, a grounding force to keep him from bucking his hips up into her mouth. And it's a good thing he has that grounding force because what she was doing to him is almost enough to make him melt. His elbows buckle just a bit and his arms grow weak when he feels her tongue work over him with such expertise. He almost doesn't know what to do with himself when she pulls off of him and used her fingers instead.
She wants to know what feels good? Where does he start? He's only acutely aware of how short his breath is when his brain finally catches up to his body.]
What you're doing is good. It feels... really nice. Don't worry, you'll know if it hurts.
[ He offers her a soft smile and pushes a hand into her hair, an encouraging sort of touch, he hopes. He can hardly believe how excited she's getting him even when he'd otherwise be doubled over in agony. Sure, the discomfort is there, but only in the background, not nearly as upsetting as it otherwise might be, and seeing her work him is its own particular treat. What she does with her hand is its own peculiar sort of magic that pulls a rather undignified groan out of him and makes him bite his lip. ]
But... if you could do more of that, I wouldn't complain...
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Smudged lips press to the head again, this time with added devotion. Her hot tongue swirls around and over, covering as much length with her spit as she can before her mouth inches lower, aiming to keep the motion smooth. One hand holds him at the base, fingers clamped gently around the sore area not just for added pleasure, maybe, but as a reminder to herself, and it remains there, unmoving. The other strokes his thigh near his balls.
For the time being, it's just her mouth to start things off, and as she pulls more of him past her lips, her tongue will lay flat against his cock, wriggling here and again down the length. She takes as much as she can before drawing her head back up, doing this once or twice, applying gradual constriction through suction, before she removes her mouth with an unseemly yet satisfying pop!
Spike probably thinks she's about to say something else but will be (pleasantly, we'll assume) surprised to see that Faye is taking her top off instead. She's in the moment enough not to think too much about it — just another visual stimulation for him. He might notice her nipples are hard when she casts the tiny yellow top aside, evidence that she's just as aroused by this. That's when she meets his eye again as she eases down over his cock, lowers her head to the base, and drags her tongue all the way to the tip, maddeningly slow. ]
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Faye..?
[ He doesn't have much time to wonder what she's doing next, because that's about the moment her top comes off, and it's the first time he's ever actually seen her like this. She's actually managed to stun him into silence. The dark of their last rendezvous really did her no justice. And that sly little look she gives him just before her tongue drags against him pulls out another shiver, his fingers once again reflexively gripping the blanket. ]
S-Shit, Faye..
[ His brain really can't think of anything else for him to say, but his desire is obvious with the way his breath hitches when she touches him and how he can't seem to keep his eyes off of her. Not a position he thought he'd be in for a long time, but she's managed to put him in it effortlessly. ]
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Mhn...mmph...
[ Faye can't help the moans that are pulled out of her; mouth full of him and sealed around his girth, her tongue passing over bulging veins and tight skin in an unrelenting manner. Her green eyes remain fixed in a penetrating stare the entire time, anticipating. She shifts with another muffled groan, a little discomfited due to her budding arousal, though it doesn't interfere with her work. She's still gripping the base of his cock and it helps to keep him still while she sucks him off. Only squeezing him with as much grip as he could handle. And to balance it out, she takes her other hand and begins to tenderly caress his balls, gauging his reaction to see if that does anything for him. ]
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Spike can feel his cheeks and neck burning up, and the desire and need boiling in his gut. He wants more... needs more from her. Her hands are feather-soft in every way imaginable, even when they move to carefully cradle his balls and he's quickly reminded about his predicament. There's a slight hiss through gritted teeth, but it's not enough to get him to want her to stop. Not by a long shot. It isn't long at all before he feels himself twitch on her tongue, thick precum swallowed up easily in her mouth.
When he speaks, his breath is heavy and voice tight as he struggles to keep himself under control. More for her sake than his own, but he'd really not rather injure himself, either. ]
Fuck. Gonna make me lose it if you keep that up... Feels good.. Don't you dare stop yet..
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Every sound he emits is electrifying, and the fact he's telling her exactly what she wants to hear risks driving her wild. Her thighs squeeze tightly together out of reflex and she can hardly restrain a whimper. But she remains grounded; pooling that passion into bringing him over the edge, dedicated to his pleasure.
Her mouth remains tight against his girth, tongue never ceasing from gliding and swirling in a frenzied manner while her head bobs a bit quicker to keep the momentum going. He’s so thick in her mouth at this point and she can feel him throbbing with that need for release. She switches her focus between the head of his cock and the entire length of him, hands still gripping and fondling him with mindful restraint, watching those brown eyes of his cloud up with ecstasy and cementing the very image of him so that later she could recall it fondly. ]
sorry, it has been a week.
When she redoubles her efforts, he drops his head down lets out another hard moan, between panting and threatening to rip holes in his sheets for how hard he was gripping them. He was at his limit, in spite of how he tried to hold back, she had drawn it out of him with ease. ]
F-faye, I- Ahh!
[ Even he was surprised at himself, both with how quickly his orgasm hit him, and how hard, ripping through him like shockwaves with its intensity as he spilled himself freely onto her tongue. He would have time for feeling bad about his lack of warning later, but for now, he felt content in riding it through, the shivers and waves dying slowly and leaving him sagging and breathless with his mind clouded in a blissful haze that mixed well with the liquor, even if it left him a little more tired than usual. ]
pls never be sorry... and thank you x infinity for your patience!!!!
Faye sits back on her knees, subtly wipes the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, making no attempt to cover herself up, no reaching for her tiny little top that left nothing to the imagination, bare chest as clear and defined as it could get in this lighting. Less defined might be the hot flush across her face; tarrying evidence of how much the whole thing had turned her on. She runs her tongue along the border of her bottom lip as if to savor him for a second time, green eyes glancing from the floor back to Spike's collapsed figure on the bed.
It's a wordless gaze — nothing but the collective catching of their breath is heard for a moment. She grabs something (one of his shirts most likely) to wipe her hands off and then moves to stand up. This shifts the perspective once more as she now looks down at him, still topless but more noticeably flushed, drinking up the sight with a smirk. ]
Do you believe that I'm sorry now?
♥
It takes a moment for his eyes to find Faye when she gets to her feet, finding himself rather enjoying the new angle on her. The corner of his mouth hooks in a lazy grin and he chuckles. ]
You didn't hafta go through all that just to prove your point, you know. But... Sure. Why not? I think you've repented hard enough. ...Thanks.
[ He finds himself rather suddenly thinking that he doesn't quite want her to leave just yet. The look on her face and the color on her cheeks tells him that maybe she doesn't want to, either. Without saying so, he lifts his hand for her to take as a silent invitation. ]
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Oh, I've repented hard enough, eh? Good to know.
[ Faye rolls her eyes but it's very clearly playful when accompanied by the smile on her face. She then pivots to reach for her top but stops when she catches his hand lifting from the corner of her eye. She glances over, double-take, stops to stare at him for what feels like a whole minute but is really just a few seconds—and then she clasps hold of his hand, making the few steps towards the bed before climbing onto it.
His instincts are right on the money. She didn't want to leave but she was prepared to accept that outcome anyway. Knowing that he wanted her to stay triggers a flutter in her chest that compels her to kiss him the moment she's lying down beside him. ]
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Long fingers hooked around the curve of her neck, drawing her head closer and keeping it there while he shifted, rolling her onto her back and holding himself over her. It gives him a good angle to press his kiss deeper and keep her from wriggling too far away. He wouldn't say it out loud, but especially after that, he craves the affection. ]
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Faye craves affection the same but that quickly trips back into lust. That fluttering feeling in her chest moves more south, influencing her to grasp one of his hands and move it to where that feeling was migrating: inside her shorts and between her legs. Hot, wet, and aching. A gasp will break the kiss, followed by a shaky breath with the following words intertwined: ]
That's how wet you make me.
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Her soft flesh pressing against his chest drags a quiet moan out of him. Who doesn't like warmth and softness when the world always so cold and hard? His world especially. He's happy to take his time while he recovers, but she seems to have other plans. If she hadn't taken his hand, it likely would have found its way into her shorts sooner rather than later anyway. When she breaks, he doesn't let himself go far, nipping her lip with his teeth and pressing kisses to the corners of her mouth and her chin. ]
You must've really been having fun down there. Picturing what it's going to do in here, maybe?
[ He lets his long fingers slip between the warm, slick folds, admiring just how thoroughly soaked she was and dragging them along the length of that tempting slit between her legs until they were thoroughly coated in her. With a shift of his hand, he brushes her clit, already hard with arousal, and lets his fingertips lazily play with it in circles, careful little flicks, and slipping it in and out between a pair of fingers. ]
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Like now—though it's through the ache of intense arousal that drives her, their entangled heat still serves as a reminder though it's lost in the lustful haze. His long fingers find purchase in the slick folds of her sex and she's so sensitive that the moment he passes over her clit, her whole body trembles. A good sign that it probably won't take very long, or very much, to pull her completely over the edge. Her hips buck and she finds herself grinding her pussy against his hand almost frantically so, like some kind of animal in heat, strictly out of the need for release. She takes his face in her hands and keeps her mouth hovered over his, exchanging nips and kisses, but ultimately painting his lips with breathy moans of encouragement. ]
Yes... god yes... right there... don't stop.
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Still, she had given him very clear instructions, and with her lips and teeth pleading her case while giving him a good look at her flushed cheeks and passion-dilated eyes. After all she'd done for him, he'd be an asshole to fight now. He keeps the pressure on, working his fingertips in firm circles against her for just a while longer. ]
Come on.. don't be shy. I wanna see that face you make when you really lose control..
[ He hadn't expected how worked up she had been making him with such minimal effort from her, and with the way she was making her pleasure encompass every single sense, he's certainly on his way to getting excited again.
There's another shift of his hand, and the heel of his palm is grinding against her while a pair of long fingers slip inside her, out, and back in again and again. She feels scorching to the touch and impossibly slick. And all just for him. ]