Fic: Spike/onion
So earlier today sangpassione was commenting in her LJ about how she'll read anything with Spike. When asked if she'd read Spike/onion blossom she said:
If it was Spike/onion blossom in a sexual context, I'd have to read it for sheer WTFness. A genfic? Yeah, why not. LOL. Like I said, any Spikefic. (full discussion here)
Never one to turn down a challenge (even when it's not actually directed at me) and being absurdly fond of writing inanimate object fic, I put together a brief 392 words on the subject of Spike and his beloved onion.
Title: Don't Cry for Me Allium cepa
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Spike/onion blossom
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Beta? What beta? It's a ficlet. Besides, you know the whole 'what am I ashamed of meme'?? This is one of those things I wouldn't dare send to silvertedy to beta. Any mistakes here are mine and mine alone. Please don't spork me too hard.
Spike was vibrating with excitement, the anticipation practically killing him. His fingers tapped against the box he carried through the cemetery to his crypt. He bounded through the door, grabbing a beer from his mini-fridge on his way downstairs. At last he dropped into his battered armchair, takeout box on his lap.
He could feel the heat of the box warming his legs, his crotch. When he opened the box he was hit by the heavenly scents of grease, onion, and the thick, tangy horseradish sauce that always left his lips and tongue tingling. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.
Eating these was always a pleasure, but this time was special. He’d been waiting all week for this, delaying the gratification for days until he couldn’t control himself anymore. Buffy’d wrangled him into fighting some demons the night before and paid him enough cash to buy blood and cigarettes for a week and still have a little left over to treat himself to a bloomin’ onion. Or two. Tonight he’d decided to indulge himself.
He opened his eyes and reached down to pluck off a couple onion petals. He dipped one in the sauce and gently placed it on his tongue, savoring the flavor for a moment before slowly chewing and swallowing. Heaven. He repeated the actions -- pluck, dip, chew, swallow -- working from the outside in, clockwise around the onion.
As he got closer and closer to the center, his movements slowly sped up and he found himself licking his fingers as he popped bits of onion in his mouth. He’d pause for the occasional sip of beer, cool and crisp on his palate, complementing the flavor rather than rinsing it away.
After several minutes he slowed again, realizing he’d nearly devoured the onion. He wanted to draw this out, make it last. Once it was finished, that was it. No more. But ... patience wasn’t his greatest virtue. He lifted the center to his mouth and tore into it with his teeth, sauce and grease dripping down his chin. Ecstasy. Bliss. He licked his lips and sighed.
The onion devoured, his head fell back against his chair; he sank into the cushions -- legs spread, box tossed to the floor. Relaxed. Spent. Grinning like a fool and already dreaming of next time.
* Allium cepa is the genus and species name for bulbing onions.
I need a Spike/onion icon. *g* Just kidding.
If it was Spike/onion blossom in a sexual context, I'd have to read it for sheer WTFness. A genfic? Yeah, why not. LOL. Like I said, any Spikefic. (full discussion here)
Never one to turn down a challenge (even when it's not actually directed at me) and being absurdly fond of writing inanimate object fic, I put together a brief 392 words on the subject of Spike and his beloved onion.
Title: Don't Cry for Me Allium cepa
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Spike/onion blossom
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Beta? What beta? It's a ficlet. Besides, you know the whole 'what am I ashamed of meme'?? This is one of those things I wouldn't dare send to silvertedy to beta. Any mistakes here are mine and mine alone. Please don't spork me too hard.
Spike was vibrating with excitement, the anticipation practically killing him. His fingers tapped against the box he carried through the cemetery to his crypt. He bounded through the door, grabbing a beer from his mini-fridge on his way downstairs. At last he dropped into his battered armchair, takeout box on his lap.
He could feel the heat of the box warming his legs, his crotch. When he opened the box he was hit by the heavenly scents of grease, onion, and the thick, tangy horseradish sauce that always left his lips and tongue tingling. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.
Eating these was always a pleasure, but this time was special. He’d been waiting all week for this, delaying the gratification for days until he couldn’t control himself anymore. Buffy’d wrangled him into fighting some demons the night before and paid him enough cash to buy blood and cigarettes for a week and still have a little left over to treat himself to a bloomin’ onion. Or two. Tonight he’d decided to indulge himself.
He opened his eyes and reached down to pluck off a couple onion petals. He dipped one in the sauce and gently placed it on his tongue, savoring the flavor for a moment before slowly chewing and swallowing. Heaven. He repeated the actions -- pluck, dip, chew, swallow -- working from the outside in, clockwise around the onion.
As he got closer and closer to the center, his movements slowly sped up and he found himself licking his fingers as he popped bits of onion in his mouth. He’d pause for the occasional sip of beer, cool and crisp on his palate, complementing the flavor rather than rinsing it away.
After several minutes he slowed again, realizing he’d nearly devoured the onion. He wanted to draw this out, make it last. Once it was finished, that was it. No more. But ... patience wasn’t his greatest virtue. He lifted the center to his mouth and tore into it with his teeth, sauce and grease dripping down his chin. Ecstasy. Bliss. He licked his lips and sighed.
The onion devoured, his head fell back against his chair; he sank into the cushions -- legs spread, box tossed to the floor. Relaxed. Spent. Grinning like a fool and already dreaming of next time.
* Allium cepa is the genus and species name for bulbing onions.
I need a Spike/onion icon. *g* Just kidding.