Penance
A ficlet for this month's prompts. Not nice.
Setting: Mid-season 6, when Buffy was at her most miserable
Rating: R, with non-graphic BDSM elements
For the prompt: You're the only one who understands me
150 words
Author's note: for the record, I don't think things got quite this bad between Buffy and Spike in season 6. But who knows? Maybe?
Penance
"Again!"
"Slayer, I don't want..."
To do this.
The words remain unsaid.
Her back's on fire. When she looks at him over her shoulder, it hurts so much she almost screams.
He's running the whip's leather strands over his palm. He also has an erection.
But his face is strained and extra-pale.
"Why have you stopped?" The question becomes a taunt. "Not tired already, are you, Spikey?"
She needs this so much, she thinks. What's the point of him if he can't see that?
His eyes flash yellow, but he says, "Slayer, you're bleeding. You forgotten the safe word again, or what?"
She turns her face back to the wall. "You're a vampire. What do you care?"
"You're right." His voice hardens. "I don't care. Have at it, then."
The touch of the whip is better than a kiss.
She sobs with joy.
He's the only one who understands her.
Setting: Mid-season 6, when Buffy was at her most miserable
Rating: R, with non-graphic BDSM elements
For the prompt: You're the only one who understands me
150 words
Author's note: for the record, I don't think things got quite this bad between Buffy and Spike in season 6. But who knows? Maybe?
Penance
"Again!"
"Slayer, I don't want..."
To do this.
The words remain unsaid.
Her back's on fire. When she looks at him over her shoulder, it hurts so much she almost screams.
He's running the whip's leather strands over his palm. He also has an erection.
But his face is strained and extra-pale.
"Why have you stopped?" The question becomes a taunt. "Not tired already, are you, Spikey?"
She needs this so much, she thinks. What's the point of him if he can't see that?
His eyes flash yellow, but he says, "Slayer, you're bleeding. You forgotten the safe word again, or what?"
She turns her face back to the wall. "You're a vampire. What do you care?"
"You're right." His voice hardens. "I don't care. Have at it, then."
The touch of the whip is better than a kiss.
She sobs with joy.
He's the only one who understands her.