SERIES: Three Tiny Ficlets (1/3)

TITLE: Action

AUTHOR: Mint Witch

PAIRING: S/B

RATING: NC-17 for this part, it’s just smut.

SPOILERS: Through Smashed/Wrecked

DISCLAIMER: Joss is God, blah blah blah.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My writing train has derailed; Search & Rescue are on their way.

DISTRIBUTION: Please ask, but thus far I haven’t turned anyone down. Cuz I’m a big ho. And ff.net, eventually. Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.

FEEDBACK: Did I mention that I’m a big ‘ho? Mintwitch@yahoo.com



***

She’s moving on me, riding me like water, a languid wave that breaks over me with a crash of wood and plaster. Her face is open and vulnerable, her mouth a surprised oval. I am beneath her, still and always beneath her. The bruises blossoming on my back prove it, but I don’t care. I’m drowning. The waves break harder, faster, her hips rocking and rolling, and I’m coming, oh god, I’m coming, it’s amazing. It’s nothing and everything. God yes, finally I’m drowning in her, and it’s so good.

Her weight on me is soothing and exciting. She’s warm and soft, so alive. I run my hands over her ass, sweet Jesus, her ass. Where does this skirt end? Oh there, yes, warm, soft flesh, bare to my starving hands. Beautiful, wonderful, perfect: the perfect ass. Each cheek fits just so into my hands and I squeeze. I want to squeeze and squeeze until she oozes between my fingers.

Muscled thighs splayed over my groin, supple and relaxed. Up her thighs, over her hips, taunting me, teasing my curious cock. Teasing her, talking to her, I can’t shut up. “Your ass, you have the most perfect ass. When you walk it speaks to me, it begs to be fucked, to be spanked, kissed, and held. I want to bite it.” Her hitching breath makes me jump inside her and I know: now, again, don’t pause, he who hesitates is lost.

I roll us over, surrounded by her heat. I want to burrow inside of her, pull her around me and never come out. Give her everything. Take it, take me, take everything, it’s all for her. Eat me alive. She’s panting and moving under me, grabbing at my arms. Every stroke is the first and last. I can’t think, my brain is in my dick, sliding in and out of her. “Oh yes, sweet pussy, kitten, tiger, so warm--” It hurts so good, her fingers digging into me, ripping me apart.

She’s so beautiful, it’s unreal. This can’t be real. I’m banging the fucking Slayer, and if I should die before I wake then there is a God.

SERIES: Three Tiny Ficlets (2/3)

TITLE: Climax

AUTHOR: Mint Witch

PAIRING: S/B

RATING: PG, but I’m posting it here anyway. So there. :-P

SPOILERS: Through As You Were

DISCLAIMER: Joss is God, blah blah blah.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My writing train has derailed; Search & Rescue are on their way.

DISTRIBUTION: Please ask, but thus far I haven’t turned anyone down. Cuz I’m a big ho. And ff.net, eventually. Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.

FEEDBACK: Did I mention that I’m a big ‘ho? Mintwitch@yahoo.com



***

Hello love:

This is probably a bloody stupid idea; I can’t see myself actually mailing it. I used to do this a lot, back in the day. Relentless monologues of eternal love and angelic beauty, and all that. If the git wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him myself. But we don’t need to go over my sordid past again, now do we pet? However, I miss our single, stupid conversation, so this is what you get. Moving right along now.

Crypt is all spruced up. Wasn’t easy either. Looked like a bomb had gone off down there. Big surprise, that. But I got it all cleaned up, nicked a rug and some linens. Finding a new bed, now that was something of a challenge. Finally got the goods from a guy in a truck. Least I didn’t steal the bed.

Good thing most of the important stuff is upstairs. Still got Passions and somewhere to keep my blood. Been watching a lot of Passions the past few. Don’t think Timmy will be a real boy anytime soon.

Dawn stopped by. Thought you should know about that. You might want to clue her in if my place is off limits. She didn’t mention it, so thought I’d better. I would like it, if it’s okay with you of course, if she could still stop by. Guess I’ll find out if I ever mail this, won’t I. I like your sister; she’s good company. Don’t get much of that.

Clem asked after you at poker the other night. He wants you to know he really enjoyed your party. Stupid git hasn’t quit talking about it since. Hate to tell you this pet, but your party was a dog. Trapped with the Scoobies for two days, attacked by a sword-wielding demon, that prat Richard-- I’ve been to better wakes.

Hope you’re doing well.

Ta,

Spike

SERIES: Three Tiny Ficlets (3/3)

TITLE: Resolution

AUTHOR: Mint Witch

PAIRING: S/B

RATING: PG

SPOILERS: Through Entropy

DISCLAIMER: Joss is God, blah blah blah.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My writing train has derailed; Search & Rescue are on their way.

DISTRIBUTION: Please ask, but thus far I haven’t turned anyone down. Cuz I’m a big ho. And ff.net, eventually. Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.

FEEDBACK: Did I mention that I’m a big ‘ho? Mintwitch@yahoo.com



***

The company of the dead is not always comforting. They rustle and whisper, voices on the edge of hearing. Their faint indecipherable cries compel one to listen closely to what they might say, what gems of wisdom may fall from rotted lips.

It’s an illusion, of course. Their whispers are the slither of worms, the rustle of mice, the creak and shift of bones as flesh falls to dust. Still, the illusion is more comfortable than real silence would be. True silence means that you are alone, completely alone, and that cannot be endured.

So I stay here, sleeping among the dead, taking comfort where I find it. Perhaps someday I’ll move, find another tomb in which to rest my own corpse. Not yet, though. Not quite yet. If I moved, she might not be able to find me. I need her to be able to find me. I crave accidental encounters among the headstones. So I’ll stay here awhile yet, just in case, you understand.

Just in case.

She could need me. I never need you, Spike. She could change her mind. It’s over. Something could happen. This doesn’t change anything.

I should move, maybe, leave even. Go somewhere. But not quite yet. Soon though, next month perhaps. Then I’ll go, get on with my un-life. I could get the chip out; there’s a thought. Get my rocks back. Don’t have to depend on those government boys; there’s a shaman or two could manage it, I wager.

That’s what I’ll do. I’ll look up some old chums, have a little fun. Get my head examined. Grab a bite to eat, maybe. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

It’s been a while since I got take out. I used to love Chinese.