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SERIES: Positions of a
Sex God
PAIRING : Mixture of all het
pairings with: Angel, Anya, Buffy, Cordelia, Faith, Spike, Xander, Willow
RATING : NC17, PWP! (okay, so
there's a little itty bitty plot!)
SPOILERS : basically NONE
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own the "Pole
Positions" ideas. Who knows who did this stuff first!?
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She was
lying towards the end of the bed reading a book, when he walked in. “Hi.” She
said. “I wasn’t expecting to see you. I thought the house was empty except for
me, and maybe Faith.”
“I got
bored.”
“Oh.” She
said as he laid on the bed behind her carefully.
“Whacha
readin’?”
“Shakespeare.
Romeo and Juliet.”
“For never
was there a story of more woe; than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
“Oh God.”
She felt a shudder run through her body. She was immediately embarrassed. What
kind of person would get turned on by Shakespeare?
“Oh
really?” He said, his eyebrow lifting suggestively as he inched closer to her.
He buried his face in her hair and absently took the book out of her hand. He
tossed it aside and pulled her closer to him. He heard her pulse racing out of
control as he whispered in her ear. “But, soft! What light through yonder
window breaks? It is the east, and Willow is the sun.” He softly kissed her
cheek with his cool lips. “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is
already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than
she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and
green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off.”
As he
spoke, he could sense her arousal. He slid his hands around her waist to her
heated sex. Her breath hitched as his hand slid inside her sweatpants. She
leaned into him and he smiled. He had plans for her. “It is my lady, O, it is
my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of
that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she
speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do
entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.”
She closed
her eyes in mortification as his words entranced her and took her body over.
She’d not known that he could quote Shakespeare. She felt his hands brush her
heated desire and she whimpered. His hands then slid up her body and took her
shirt with them. Her exposed nipples hardened in the cool air and she felt his
cool chest against her back. He inhaled the scent from her hair and she just
moaned in pleasure as his hand returned to her heated flesh. “What if her eyes
were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those
stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy
region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.”
He slid her
pants down over her hips slowly and she kicked them off. He rubbed his erection
against her naked body. She shuddered as he whispered into her ears. “See, how
she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that
I might touch that cheek!”
“Oh,
Spike!” She whimpered. This was beyond passion.
“She
speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night,
being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned
wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the
lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.”
“Oh
goddess…” She whispered. “Please… I’m so wet…” She whimpered.
“I know.”
He said before standing up. She whimpered but the look in his eyes told her he
had something else planned. He pulled the ottoman over to the edge of the bed.
“Pretend like you’re a baby, Luv. Ball up.” She did as she was told and he
carefully slid her body towards the edge of the bed. He kneeled on the ottoman
and slowly slid inside her wet channel.
“Oh
goddess!” She said as she felt him pushing inside.
He ran his
hand up her spine and she whimpered as his hands entangled in her hair. He was
happy she had a little length to it. “So beautiful, Willow. My Juliet. Pure and
innocent.” Of all of them, she was most innocent, even still, after having
taken four male lovers.
He stroked
her slowly as she writhed on the bed. He kept a slow and steady pace as he
continued to rub her back. He watched in pleasure as she slid her hands between
her legs. He felt her fingers rubbing the base of his cock as he slid in and
out. Her nails scraped him and made him growl, which made her laugh.
She played
with her clit as she concentrated on him inside her. She felt so full. “Spike,
harder.” She whimpered. “Please, I’m ready. Hard.”
He nodded,
though she could not see him, and he moved quick, thrust harder. “Harder, Spike!
Come on.” She whimpered as she rode her fingers as well. He began pounding into
her and she whimpered all the while.
“WILLOW!”
He warned.
“COME!” She
screamed. “FILL ME!” She begged.
He pounded
into her ruthlessly and she played with herself as they rode themselves over
the edge. “SPIKE!” She shrieked as she came, harder than she had in a while.
He exploded
inside her quivering body with a growl and fell on top of her before rolling
over her body and looking at the book he had tossed aside.
“Uh, Luv?”
“Yes?”
“This isn’t Romeo and
Juliet.”
“No, but I
haven’t gotten off in a while.”
“Penthouse
Letters is far from Shakespeare, Luv.”
“True.” He
pulled her into his arms. “Spike?”
“Yes?”
“When did you decide to do
this with me?”
“I read
about it in a book and had to try it.”
“Book?”
“Yes, I’ll
lend it to you.”
~El
Fin~