Ficathon entry
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hilsWell, here we go. My Spike/Inanimate Object ficathon entry
Title: Lingering on the Lingerie
Author: Hils
Rating: R
Summary: Ficathon entry for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
debxena. She requested the following
Pairing: Spike / pair of Buffy's knickers
Up to 2 requests: I'd like Faith / Dawn friendship as well
Up to 2 restrictions: None - do as you will!
Dedication: Thanks tostaceyuk and jazz_police for the beta. Thanks to padfoot_uk for the title
Dawn and Faith glanced at each other as yet another loud sigh resounded from the basement. This had been going on for over an hour now. Occasionally the pair would hear Spike’s boots scuffing the stone floor as he paced up and down and then another sigh would echo up.
The house was quiet, save for Spike, Buffy having taken all the potential Slayers out on a training mission. Faith was on house guarding duty along with Dawn and Spike. Spike had protested of course, insisting he should be with Buffy to help her if she needed it. With Caleb out there who knew what could happen. That, Buffy had explained, was the reason she wanted him to stay in the house. They had been attacked there once before and she didn’t want anything to happen to their safe haven again.
Another groan rang out.
Dawn echoed it. “He’s getting kind of annoying.”
Faith shrugged. “I know how he’s feeling. I want a taste of the action and here I am sat on my ass doing nothing.”
Dawn nodded. “It is kind of boring. Wish there was something fun we could do.”
As Spike sighed again Faith’s eyes glittered evilly.
“I just had an idea. Wanna have some fun, Dawn?”
Looking puzzled, Dawn merely nodded. “What kind of fun?”
Faith grinned. “Come with me.”
* * *
Spike ceased his pacing and looked up as he heard footsteps coming down towards him. Dawn stopped halfway down the steps and looked at him, an almost nervous smile on her face.
“Hey.”
Spike nodded his head in greeting.
“Um….” Dawn began, not really knowing how to say this. “Buffy gave us a list of stuff to do around the house. Want to come and help?”
Spike sighed. Yet again.
“Sure thing.”
Dawn grinned and disappeared back upstairs without even waiting to see if Spike was following her or not.
Spike trudged slowly up the stairs, almost embarrassed at what he’d been reduced to. Domestic Vamp.
* * *
Spike wandered into the kitchen to find Faith and Dawn waiting for him. They both had big grins plastered on their faces, which immediately aroused his suspicions.
“What’s going on here, then?”
“Nothing,” Dawn replied with sugar sweet innocence. “We’re gonna go clean upstairs. Can you do some laundry?”
Spike inwardly rolled his eyes. “Sure. Got nothing better to do.”
If it was possible their grins spread even further as Faith produced a bag and emptied it onto the table.
Spike’s eyes widened as underwear of various colours and fabrics spilled out on the table. He didn’t need to be told that they all belonged to Buffy, her scent assaulted his nostrils as soon as the bag had been opened.
“These can’t go in the machine so you’ll have to wash them by hand,” Dawn explained, clearly trying hard not to laugh as she did so.
“See ya!” Faith added, taking Dawn by the arm and pulling her from the room before the two of them collapsed in fits of giggles.
“Did you see his face? I thought he was going to keel over.”
With happy smiles the girls headed upstairs and left Spike with his task.
* * *
With a trembling hand Spike reached out towards the ominous pile of clothing that seemed to mock him. He remembered the days when he used to regularly sneak into Buffy’s house and steal items of underwear from her room. Now here was a whole pile of the stuff, in various colours and textures, inviting him to hold them and touch them.
He closed his eyes and turned his attention to the sink, filling it with warm water and soap. He didn’t move until the sink was as full as it could be and he was forced to turn the tap off. Only then did he turn his attention back to the clothing on the table.
He didn’t know where to begin. He just stared at the pile, letting the colours wash over him, until something stood out. It was something he’d never seen before and something he never would have imagined Buffy wearing. With a deep breath he reached out and plucked the item from the middle of the pile, holding it in his hand for a moment and marvelling at it.
The thong was small, smaller than anything he’d seen Buffy wear during their time together last year. It was a beautiful shade of scarlet red and made of lace, so fine and delicate that he was worried it would break if he held it too long.
He didn’t want to wash it. Buffy’s scent was all over it and he didn’t want it to lose that. He ran his fingers over the soft material, almost worried that his coarse hands would damage the fine fabric somehow. It was soft, almost caressing his hand and he closes his eyes at the sensation.
It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this, softly and gently. He felt himself becoming aroused almost at once. His jeans felt unbearably tight and he knew he has to do something to relieve himself.
Leaving the rest of the laundry on the table Spike headed back down to the basement, taking the thong with him. He quickly lay down on the bed, holding the underwear with one hand and fumbling with his zipper with the other. He heaved a sigh of relief as he freed himself from the constraints of his jeans, slowly running his hand up and down the length of his erect penis.
As he continued the slow, rhythmic stroking his other hand gently caressed the underwear, the soft sensation heightening his pleasure. The thong seemed to give him more affection that anyone else ever did. It wasn't needy, it didn't expect anything of him, it was just there. He came with a soft moan and a shudder, lying there with the thong next to his face until he was composed enough to sit up. His black clothing was now stained and wet with semen and he grabbed some fresh clothes, changing before he headed back upstairs.
Walking back into the kitchen he grabbled the whole pile of underwear from the table and threw the whole lot into the sink. He swilled them around in soapy water for a few minutes before taking them out, rinsing them and wringing them dry. It was the quickest washing of clothes ever recorded.
“Done!” He yelled to Dawn and Faith, not caring if they heard him or not. He headed back down to the basement, banging the door closed behind him.
* * *
When Buffy got home she was pleased to find that all her underwear had been washed, although she couldn’t understand the giggles from Faith and Dawn when she thanked them for doing it for her.
As she headed upstairs to put the clean things away she didn’t even notice the missing item.
The End
Title: Lingering on the Lingerie
Author: Hils
Rating: R
Summary: Ficathon entry for
debxena. She requested the followingPairing: Spike / pair of Buffy's knickers
Up to 2 requests: I'd like Faith / Dawn friendship as well
Up to 2 restrictions: None - do as you will!
Dedication: Thanks to
staceyuk and jazz_police for the beta. Thanks to padfoot_uk for the titleDawn and Faith glanced at each other as yet another loud sigh resounded from the basement. This had been going on for over an hour now. Occasionally the pair would hear Spike’s boots scuffing the stone floor as he paced up and down and then another sigh would echo up.
The house was quiet, save for Spike, Buffy having taken all the potential Slayers out on a training mission. Faith was on house guarding duty along with Dawn and Spike. Spike had protested of course, insisting he should be with Buffy to help her if she needed it. With Caleb out there who knew what could happen. That, Buffy had explained, was the reason she wanted him to stay in the house. They had been attacked there once before and she didn’t want anything to happen to their safe haven again.
Another groan rang out.
Dawn echoed it. “He’s getting kind of annoying.”
Faith shrugged. “I know how he’s feeling. I want a taste of the action and here I am sat on my ass doing nothing.”
Dawn nodded. “It is kind of boring. Wish there was something fun we could do.”
As Spike sighed again Faith’s eyes glittered evilly.
“I just had an idea. Wanna have some fun, Dawn?”
Looking puzzled, Dawn merely nodded. “What kind of fun?”
Faith grinned. “Come with me.”
* * *
Spike ceased his pacing and looked up as he heard footsteps coming down towards him. Dawn stopped halfway down the steps and looked at him, an almost nervous smile on her face.
“Hey.”
Spike nodded his head in greeting.
“Um….” Dawn began, not really knowing how to say this. “Buffy gave us a list of stuff to do around the house. Want to come and help?”
Spike sighed. Yet again.
“Sure thing.”
Dawn grinned and disappeared back upstairs without even waiting to see if Spike was following her or not.
Spike trudged slowly up the stairs, almost embarrassed at what he’d been reduced to. Domestic Vamp.
* * *
Spike wandered into the kitchen to find Faith and Dawn waiting for him. They both had big grins plastered on their faces, which immediately aroused his suspicions.
“What’s going on here, then?”
“Nothing,” Dawn replied with sugar sweet innocence. “We’re gonna go clean upstairs. Can you do some laundry?”
Spike inwardly rolled his eyes. “Sure. Got nothing better to do.”
If it was possible their grins spread even further as Faith produced a bag and emptied it onto the table.
Spike’s eyes widened as underwear of various colours and fabrics spilled out on the table. He didn’t need to be told that they all belonged to Buffy, her scent assaulted his nostrils as soon as the bag had been opened.
“These can’t go in the machine so you’ll have to wash them by hand,” Dawn explained, clearly trying hard not to laugh as she did so.
“See ya!” Faith added, taking Dawn by the arm and pulling her from the room before the two of them collapsed in fits of giggles.
“Did you see his face? I thought he was going to keel over.”
With happy smiles the girls headed upstairs and left Spike with his task.
* * *
With a trembling hand Spike reached out towards the ominous pile of clothing that seemed to mock him. He remembered the days when he used to regularly sneak into Buffy’s house and steal items of underwear from her room. Now here was a whole pile of the stuff, in various colours and textures, inviting him to hold them and touch them.
He closed his eyes and turned his attention to the sink, filling it with warm water and soap. He didn’t move until the sink was as full as it could be and he was forced to turn the tap off. Only then did he turn his attention back to the clothing on the table.
He didn’t know where to begin. He just stared at the pile, letting the colours wash over him, until something stood out. It was something he’d never seen before and something he never would have imagined Buffy wearing. With a deep breath he reached out and plucked the item from the middle of the pile, holding it in his hand for a moment and marvelling at it.
The thong was small, smaller than anything he’d seen Buffy wear during their time together last year. It was a beautiful shade of scarlet red and made of lace, so fine and delicate that he was worried it would break if he held it too long.
He didn’t want to wash it. Buffy’s scent was all over it and he didn’t want it to lose that. He ran his fingers over the soft material, almost worried that his coarse hands would damage the fine fabric somehow. It was soft, almost caressing his hand and he closes his eyes at the sensation.
It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this, softly and gently. He felt himself becoming aroused almost at once. His jeans felt unbearably tight and he knew he has to do something to relieve himself.
Leaving the rest of the laundry on the table Spike headed back down to the basement, taking the thong with him. He quickly lay down on the bed, holding the underwear with one hand and fumbling with his zipper with the other. He heaved a sigh of relief as he freed himself from the constraints of his jeans, slowly running his hand up and down the length of his erect penis.
As he continued the slow, rhythmic stroking his other hand gently caressed the underwear, the soft sensation heightening his pleasure. The thong seemed to give him more affection that anyone else ever did. It wasn't needy, it didn't expect anything of him, it was just there. He came with a soft moan and a shudder, lying there with the thong next to his face until he was composed enough to sit up. His black clothing was now stained and wet with semen and he grabbed some fresh clothes, changing before he headed back upstairs.
Walking back into the kitchen he grabbled the whole pile of underwear from the table and threw the whole lot into the sink. He swilled them around in soapy water for a few minutes before taking them out, rinsing them and wringing them dry. It was the quickest washing of clothes ever recorded.
“Done!” He yelled to Dawn and Faith, not caring if they heard him or not. He headed back down to the basement, banging the door closed behind him.
* * *
When Buffy got home she was pleased to find that all her underwear had been washed, although she couldn’t understand the giggles from Faith and Dawn when she thanked them for doing it for her.
As she headed upstairs to put the clean things away she didn’t even notice the missing item.
The End
