snogged | noel_of_spike: Stockings Were Hung - Spike/Drusilla

Title: Stockings Were Hung
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters and recognizable elements from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Word Count: 450
Setting: Pre-series
Summary:

angelskuuipo requested a Spike/Drusilla drabble with the prompt: Up On The Housetop

Beta:

snowpuppies. All other mistakes are mine.

Drusilla swayed back and forth in front of the roaring fireplace, her delicate fingers securing crimson velvet stockings to the mantle. Spike approached her on cat-like feet, waiting until he was close enough to wrap his arms around her waist before he announced his presence.

"Hello, pet," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe.

Drusilla shivered in his arms, pressing her backside against his breeches. She rubbed herself against him, feeling him harden and press against her thighs.

"Here is a hammer," she whispered, tapping her sharp nails against the fireplace. "And lots of tacks."

Spike groaned, slipping his fingers between them to unbutton his trousers and free his erection. His cock bumped against the fabric of her skirt and she whimpered, hiking her skirts up around her hips to let him slide between her thighs. "The tacks do poke, love. Hard as nails, they are. All for you."

"Oh William, is there a ball for my stocking?" Drusilla moaned, angling her body so he could slip his cock into her waiting hole. He thrust into her, gripping her hips, his balls slapping against the soft layers that shielded her rump his view.

"Yes, pet. Two, in fact."

Drusilla arched her back, grinding herself against him as the fire whistled and crackled in the pit, warming her skin and heating her insides. Spike could feel the pressure building inside him, but as he neared the explosion point, Drusilla shifted her body, pulling away from him. "Mmm…check your stocking, sweet boy."

Spike rubbed his cheek against hers and reluctantly released his grip on her hips. He fumbled around the mantelpiece in search of the stocking. When he found it, he dug his hand inside and pulled out a bullwhip with a curved wooden handle.

"My Willy wanted a whip that cracks for Christmas." Drusilla curved her body back into his and Spike sighed. "Whip it, my Willy. Make me sizzle and jump like chestnuts roasting on an open fire."

Spike took a step back and experimentally swung the whip with one hand, watching it slice through the air before it bit down on his lovely princess's thighs. Drusilla's rump wiggled and Spike grinned. He cracked it again and Drusilla giggled in delight. Then, he dropped the whip and grabbed her by the hips again. He picked her up off the ground slightly and slid himself back inside of her.

Two short thrusts were all he needed and the song he sung as his orgasm rolled through him was not one that would ever be sung by the carolers that stood with mouths agape outside their window.

Luckily for them, the shock of what they'd seen would wear off after the Christmas feast.