Needful Things
Written by: Cheridel
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Summary: Buffy finds Spike's Zippo lighter and recalls their first sexual
encounter.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by WB, UPN, and Fox. Or one of the
three.
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I picked up the lighter, Spike's Zippo lighter. Where did this... Oh, God. The
other night when he... we.. fucked.
Rocking hard, bending, breaking, sweat from my body, shrill screams,
shattering, tearing, pain, hurts so good, don't stop! no.. no stopping... not
softly, no tender, no, no, need hard, want rough.
"Buffy, pet," he says gently, "look at me." I shake my head. "Look at me!"
he yells this time. I open my eyes at the command. "That's my girl," he croons
and leans in to place a gentle kiss on my mouth.
I slap him, then use all my strength to roll us over so that I am on top. I
pin his wrists above his head. "Don't talk to me like that!" I say harshly.
"You're just a thing, you're nothing!" I scream at him as I begin to ride him
for all he is worth. Yes! Yes! Fuck! big hurt... destroying, need it!
I must've let go of his wrists at some time because suddenly, I am on my
back again with him above me. "So, pet, you want a hard, nasty fuck?" he asks
coldly. I nod my head wildly. A look of sadness passes over his face, then
quickly vanishes.
The frosty look is back in his eyes. "I can do that," he
tells me icily, "I can do that for you."
And then he proceeds to fuck my brains out.
YES! YES! Oh god! rough, shredding, snapping, cracking, fuck, fuck, shit,
hurts so good, don't stop, never stop! hurt me more! rip me, bend me, break me,
breakme! BREAKME!
He said he could do it. And he did.
No! Don't think about him. He's just a thing...
And I need him. He's the only one who can make me feel anything since my
friends pulled me out of the ground, and back into this hell called life.
I really hate that fucking bleached-headed pest.
I stuff the lighter in my pocket and go about cleaning the rest of the
house.
THE END
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