Kitchen Corner

by Nomelon

Rating: R
Characters: Spike/Xander
Summary: Prompt: Oil. Written for open_on_sunday
Disclaimer: all belongs to Joss. No money is being made, yadda yadda.

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Xander's world narrows to the corner of the tiny kitchen. It's quiet, only the occasional thud of heel or knee against formica as Spike insinuates himself between Xander's thighs.

'Wait. Wait. I need... Spike.'

It's apparently a mammoth effort for Spike to focus on anything except Xander's mouth. He grabs the olive oil with a careless hand, drizzles out enough to coat trembling fingers, leaving the bottle within easy reach.

'Extra Virgin,' he grins.

Xander only tugs Spike's hand to where he needs it most. Heat rises and spirals, flushing his cheeks.

'Not for long,' he breathes into their kiss.

The end.