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Title: Miss Edith's Game
Author: Ticklish Slayer
Rating: I've changed it from NC-17 to R, but if you think it should be rated more strictly, let me know.
Summary: Tickle fetish fic, written on a dare. Dru gets Spike in a rather... interesting position. Set somewhere after Lover's Walk, but before Spike's return in season 4. Tickling and sex... Not for li'l bits!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fic you see before you. If you're planning on suing me, too frickin' bad, 'cause I ain't making money off of this. Nyah! Characters are property of my beloved Joss Whedon. -petpet-
Feedback: LOTS! This is my first posted lemon, so I need tons of reviews.
He could hear Dru singing softly to herself as she crouched down at his feet. Spike struggled to control his breathing. He couldn't stand the wait; it would be better if she just did it and got it over with. But it wasn't the first time Drusilla had done something like this, and he was fairly certain she had a technique. Spike bucked back slightly as he felt a few feather-light carresses on the sole of his right foot; he gritted his teeth together, twisted his wrists desperately, and tried to focus on the treat that would come after.
"Unngh," he groaned, curling his toes downward to protect the sensitive skin. Dru calmly pried them back and held them there, stretching his foot taut. Spike felt the tips of her fingers slowly stroke up and down the arch; he couldn't repress a whimper. She heard it and giggled quietly, her nails coming into play now. "Dru, pet," Spike managed in a shaky voice.
"You've already agreed to play," she responded promptly, and began drawing agonizingly slow pictures on the soft skin of his arch. "There's no getting out of it now, love." Miss Edith was quivering with Spike's barely contained laughter; whatever she was drawing down there was driving him crazy. Two nails ran suddenly down the center of his foot, catching him by surprise; he yelped loudly, then -- to his horror -- giggled. The sound made Dru squeal in delight and attack the arch with all five fingers. Spike jerked back against the bedframe, giggling uncontrollably. He was absolutely mortified to hear that noise coming out of him with no way to stop him -- but Dru was obviously having a great time.
Ten minutes later, Spike was red-faced and teary-eyed when Drusilla finally stood, abandoning his feet. His giggles were slowly ebbing away, but he'd been sure he was going to lose it when she attacked his sole with her tongue, to which he had responded with a shout of "Dru!" and more childish laughter. Now her face loomed overhead, blurry through his tears of mirth.
"Pet," Spike gasped breathlessly. "Please, no more --" She carefully removed Miss Edith from his chest.
"Shh, love," she hushed, stroking the sides of his sweaty face gently. "Time for a little break." He slowly caught his breath as Drusilla ran her hands over his chest, through his hair, soothing him into relaxation. Spike finally opened his eyes and stared at her lovingly, already forgetting about what he'd endured to be with her again.
"Dru," he mumbled, craning his neck forward. She growled softly and pressed her mouth against his; Spike felt his cock hardening as she slipped her tongue past his lips and her hand under his pants. When Drusilla pulled back slightly, her thumb stroking slowly up and down his stiff shaft, he smiled craftily at her. "Untie me, Dru," Spike whispered huskily.
"Not yet, silly puppy," she responded with a coy smile, and promptly zipped up his pants. He snarled in disapproval, but Drusilla just giggled, replacing Miss Edith on his chest. "The game's not over."
"Damn it, Dru," Spike finally spat. "Bugger the bloody game! This is --" Her eyes narrowed; she crossed her arms slowly. He clenched his teeth together and said nothing more.
She walked back to his feet, singing again, and crouched down out of sight. Feeling rather frustrated, Spike cursed quietly and shifted in his bonds. If he didn't get some relief soon, he was going to be in a good amount of discomfort. But Dru held the cards, and it was her game. He could feel her unzip his pants fully, exposing his sudden hard-on, and pull his black jeans down to the ankles. For a brief, fleeting moment, he thought she might have changed her mind -- then he gasped loudly when he felt her fingers tickling lightly at the backs of both his knees, scratching very gently at the vulnerable skin. Spike tried to bend his legs and protect the spot, but it was no good. Drusilla giggled quietly as she began drawing agonizingly slow circles there. He arched his back with a gasp of laughter, unable to believe how fast she had broken him down again. Spike was giggling in no time as her fingers slid to the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. He arched his back again and laughed helplessly; Dru raked her nails slowly down the quivering skin, then smiled broadly, pleased at the howl she'd brought out of him.
"Silly Spike," she crooned, straightening and moving back to his side.
"Dru," he said breathlessly. She chuckled gleefully and gave each of his cheeks a playful pat.
"Miss Edith wants to play more, love." Drusilla lifted the doll from his chest and hugged it with great care, staring fondly down at him.
"C'mon, Dru," Spike pleaded weakly, then paused to catch his breath. Slowly, his lips curled into a smirk. "C'mon, Dru," he repeated, tone husky and alluring this time. "I've played the game. Don't I get my treat?" She considered it for a moment, chewing gently on her lower lip, and slowly smiled.
"Say please," she prompted. Spike leaned as far forward as the ropes would allow and snapped playfully at her.
"Please," he growled. Dru made a little noise of delight, then tossed Miss Edith aside and placed her hands on his bare thighs, very slowly pulling herself atop him. He strained against the bonds and bucked his hips upward. She jumped a little, then grinned down at him, shaking a finger in reprimand.
"Naughty Spike," Drusilla crooned, then carefully pulled her dress off over her head. No undergarments for her either, and he was just as thankful for that as he was for his own lack of underwear. She leaned forward, careful to avoid his throbbing cock, and pressed her breasts against his chest, giving him a teasing little kiss on the lips. Spike cut through the pretenses and mashed his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue past her lips and tempting hers to retaliate. Dru giggled quietly and gave his tongue a gentle bite. "Naughty Spike," she murmured again, slipping a hand down to his raging hard-on. He hissed loudly and bucked his hips upward as she closed her palm around his throbbing manhood.
"God, Dru," Spike moaned as she moved her hand slowly up and down, making his vision haze over with pleasure. "Oh, God --" His groan was stopped by her mouth. He plunged his tongue past her lips and feverishly attacked. Drusilla whimpered a little and stopped moving her hand, pulling it away after briefly stroking his erect penis with her fingertips. Spike whimpered his disappointment into her mouth and she drew back. Her dark hair hung in his face as she smiled coyly at him, breathing heavily.
"Ready for a treat, my Spike?" Drusilla whispered. He nodded and darted forward, running his tongue slowly up the side of her neck. She giggled and snapped at him like a hungry dog, then very carefully lowered herself down on him. Spike growled mindlessly and bucked his hips upwards, trying to push farther into her hot wetness. Dru moaned, placed her hands on each side of his neck, and began rocking slowly back and forth. A rush of liquid swarmth shot through him; his eyes fluttered back under his lids. Pleasure took over his senses, making his vision dark around the edges. She was so hot, so tight, so --
"Dru!" he shouted, his arms straining madly at the ropes as his climax approached. Drusilla pushed herself down hard, and they both gasped loudly. She was making soft little whining noises under her breath as she rocked back and forth; Spike bucked his hips upwards as hard as possible, and he heard a high pitched scream. He felt his own climax mount, then explode in an unbelievable surge of pleasure. He shifted into game face for a brief moment as the orgasm reached its peak. There was a roar, and another scream, then silence.
It was his first orgasm, but not his last. When they were both satisfied, Dru shakily reached up and untied the ropes, soothingly rubbing his raw wrists with her thumbs. Spike growled softly and kissed her hair, vaguely aware of the dull ache in his arms and shoulders. The last thing he saw before drifting into a warm, pleasant sleep was Miss Edith, laying askew on the ground -- and he thought she might be smiling.
Author: Ticklish Slayer
Rating: I've changed it from NC-17 to R, but if you think it should be rated more strictly, let me know.
Summary: Tickle fetish fic, written on a dare. Dru gets Spike in a rather... interesting position. Set somewhere after Lover's Walk, but before Spike's return in season 4. Tickling and sex... Not for li'l bits!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fic you see before you. If you're planning on suing me, too frickin' bad, 'cause I ain't making money off of this. Nyah! Characters are property of my beloved Joss Whedon. -petpet-
Feedback: LOTS! This is my first posted lemon, so I need tons of reviews.
He could hear Dru singing softly to herself as she crouched down at his feet. Spike struggled to control his breathing. He couldn't stand the wait; it would be better if she just did it and got it over with. But it wasn't the first time Drusilla had done something like this, and he was fairly certain she had a technique. Spike bucked back slightly as he felt a few feather-light carresses on the sole of his right foot; he gritted his teeth together, twisted his wrists desperately, and tried to focus on the treat that would come after.
"Unngh," he groaned, curling his toes downward to protect the sensitive skin. Dru calmly pried them back and held them there, stretching his foot taut. Spike felt the tips of her fingers slowly stroke up and down the arch; he couldn't repress a whimper. She heard it and giggled quietly, her nails coming into play now. "Dru, pet," Spike managed in a shaky voice.
"You've already agreed to play," she responded promptly, and began drawing agonizingly slow pictures on the soft skin of his arch. "There's no getting out of it now, love." Miss Edith was quivering with Spike's barely contained laughter; whatever she was drawing down there was driving him crazy. Two nails ran suddenly down the center of his foot, catching him by surprise; he yelped loudly, then -- to his horror -- giggled. The sound made Dru squeal in delight and attack the arch with all five fingers. Spike jerked back against the bedframe, giggling uncontrollably. He was absolutely mortified to hear that noise coming out of him with no way to stop him -- but Dru was obviously having a great time.
Ten minutes later, Spike was red-faced and teary-eyed when Drusilla finally stood, abandoning his feet. His giggles were slowly ebbing away, but he'd been sure he was going to lose it when she attacked his sole with her tongue, to which he had responded with a shout of "Dru!" and more childish laughter. Now her face loomed overhead, blurry through his tears of mirth.
"Pet," Spike gasped breathlessly. "Please, no more --" She carefully removed Miss Edith from his chest.
"Shh, love," she hushed, stroking the sides of his sweaty face gently. "Time for a little break." He slowly caught his breath as Drusilla ran her hands over his chest, through his hair, soothing him into relaxation. Spike finally opened his eyes and stared at her lovingly, already forgetting about what he'd endured to be with her again.
"Dru," he mumbled, craning his neck forward. She growled softly and pressed her mouth against his; Spike felt his cock hardening as she slipped her tongue past his lips and her hand under his pants. When Drusilla pulled back slightly, her thumb stroking slowly up and down his stiff shaft, he smiled craftily at her. "Untie me, Dru," Spike whispered huskily.
"Not yet, silly puppy," she responded with a coy smile, and promptly zipped up his pants. He snarled in disapproval, but Drusilla just giggled, replacing Miss Edith on his chest. "The game's not over."
"Damn it, Dru," Spike finally spat. "Bugger the bloody game! This is --" Her eyes narrowed; she crossed her arms slowly. He clenched his teeth together and said nothing more.
She walked back to his feet, singing again, and crouched down out of sight. Feeling rather frustrated, Spike cursed quietly and shifted in his bonds. If he didn't get some relief soon, he was going to be in a good amount of discomfort. But Dru held the cards, and it was her game. He could feel her unzip his pants fully, exposing his sudden hard-on, and pull his black jeans down to the ankles. For a brief, fleeting moment, he thought she might have changed her mind -- then he gasped loudly when he felt her fingers tickling lightly at the backs of both his knees, scratching very gently at the vulnerable skin. Spike tried to bend his legs and protect the spot, but it was no good. Drusilla giggled quietly as she began drawing agonizingly slow circles there. He arched his back with a gasp of laughter, unable to believe how fast she had broken him down again. Spike was giggling in no time as her fingers slid to the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. He arched his back again and laughed helplessly; Dru raked her nails slowly down the quivering skin, then smiled broadly, pleased at the howl she'd brought out of him.
"Silly Spike," she crooned, straightening and moving back to his side.
"Dru," he said breathlessly. She chuckled gleefully and gave each of his cheeks a playful pat.
"Miss Edith wants to play more, love." Drusilla lifted the doll from his chest and hugged it with great care, staring fondly down at him.
"C'mon, Dru," Spike pleaded weakly, then paused to catch his breath. Slowly, his lips curled into a smirk. "C'mon, Dru," he repeated, tone husky and alluring this time. "I've played the game. Don't I get my treat?" She considered it for a moment, chewing gently on her lower lip, and slowly smiled.
"Say please," she prompted. Spike leaned as far forward as the ropes would allow and snapped playfully at her.
"Please," he growled. Dru made a little noise of delight, then tossed Miss Edith aside and placed her hands on his bare thighs, very slowly pulling herself atop him. He strained against the bonds and bucked his hips upward. She jumped a little, then grinned down at him, shaking a finger in reprimand.
"Naughty Spike," Drusilla crooned, then carefully pulled her dress off over her head. No undergarments for her either, and he was just as thankful for that as he was for his own lack of underwear. She leaned forward, careful to avoid his throbbing cock, and pressed her breasts against his chest, giving him a teasing little kiss on the lips. Spike cut through the pretenses and mashed his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue past her lips and tempting hers to retaliate. Dru giggled quietly and gave his tongue a gentle bite. "Naughty Spike," she murmured again, slipping a hand down to his raging hard-on. He hissed loudly and bucked his hips upward as she closed her palm around his throbbing manhood.
"God, Dru," Spike moaned as she moved her hand slowly up and down, making his vision haze over with pleasure. "Oh, God --" His groan was stopped by her mouth. He plunged his tongue past her lips and feverishly attacked. Drusilla whimpered a little and stopped moving her hand, pulling it away after briefly stroking his erect penis with her fingertips. Spike whimpered his disappointment into her mouth and she drew back. Her dark hair hung in his face as she smiled coyly at him, breathing heavily.
"Ready for a treat, my Spike?" Drusilla whispered. He nodded and darted forward, running his tongue slowly up the side of her neck. She giggled and snapped at him like a hungry dog, then very carefully lowered herself down on him. Spike growled mindlessly and bucked his hips upwards, trying to push farther into her hot wetness. Dru moaned, placed her hands on each side of his neck, and began rocking slowly back and forth. A rush of liquid swarmth shot through him; his eyes fluttered back under his lids. Pleasure took over his senses, making his vision dark around the edges. She was so hot, so tight, so --
"Dru!" he shouted, his arms straining madly at the ropes as his climax approached. Drusilla pushed herself down hard, and they both gasped loudly. She was making soft little whining noises under her breath as she rocked back and forth; Spike bucked his hips upwards as hard as possible, and he heard a high pitched scream. He felt his own climax mount, then explode in an unbelievable surge of pleasure. He shifted into game face for a brief moment as the orgasm reached its peak. There was a roar, and another scream, then silence.
It was his first orgasm, but not his last. When they were both satisfied, Dru shakily reached up and untied the ropes, soothingly rubbing his raw wrists with her thumbs. Spike growled softly and kissed her hair, vaguely aware of the dull ache in his arms and shoulders. The last thing he saw before drifting into a warm, pleasant sleep was Miss Edith, laying askew on the ground -- and he thought she might be smiling.
