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snoggedTitle: Dirty Mind
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all. This piece was inspired by the song “Dirty Mind” by the Pipettes
Pairing: Spike/Tara, Human AU
Rating: NC-17, explicit sex and light bondage
A/N: written as a birthday prezzie for the fabulous vamptastica. I want to thank aaronlisa for doing a beta on such short time.
Tara Maclay was sick of the male gender. She was sick of putting up with the immaturity and the filth that seemed to go along with every man who ever expressed interest in her. She wanted a man who was mature, and charming, and above all things, acknowledged that there was a thing called personal hygiene.
That’s why she wasn’t expecting to see him on her walk back home from campus. He looked so different from other guys she had seen. He was dressed in black pants and a red silk shirt that was pressed to perfection. There was not a wrinkle or a speck of grime or dirt on this man. And to top it all off, he was the epitome of gorgeous. She felt an overwhelming desire to approach him and flirt her butt off.
“Hi, I’m Tara, are you new around here?”
The man smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah. I’m looking for Ashbury St. I was there this morning but I’ve seemed to have misplaced my map. Know where that is?”
Tara thought for a moment, pulling up a mental map of the town she lived in. And taking a moment to drool over the man’s gorgeous British accent. “Yeah, I know where that is. I can take you there if you want.”
“That would be wonderful, love. Name’s William, but most folks just call me Spike.”
“Now why would people call you Spike?” Tara glanced at him, arching an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Well, now, kitten, can’t let you know all my secrets,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Tara giggled as they continued their walk towards Ashbury. There was something oddly perfect about this man. He seemed like he could do no wrong. He was clean, he was funny, he was gorgeous, and he make her tingle all over without even laying a finger on her. She had always thought of herself as a good girl but this man was making her question her purity.
They arrived at Ashbury St and stopped in front of a small duplex. Spike turned to look at her and smiled. “Well, this is my stop. Thanks very much for getting me here, love. Can I take a moment to reward your generosity with a soda? I’m pretty sure I have Coke in the fridge.”
Tara nodded, feeling a little nervous. She had, after all, just met this man and now he was inviting her into his house. What if he was a serial killer or something? Tara shook the thoughts aside and stepped inside the house. For a man who had just recently moved in, it was immaculate. She could see her reflection in the linoleum. It made her feel absolutely filthy in comparison. She slipped off her shoes and stepped into the kitchen. Everything just seemed to sparkle like one of those dishwasher commercials. She didn’t know there were any men that lived this way. It was actually a little unnerving.
Spike opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Coke. He eyed the young girl standing in front of him and he instantly thought of all the dirty things he wanted to do her. Despite all his cleaning tendencies, he had never been able to wash out his mind. Nor did he really have the inkling to want too. It was a fantastically dark world there and he loved spending his free time concocting new ideas and new fantasies.
He handed her the Coke, letting his fingers brush lightly across her skin. Tara shivered at his touch. He grinned mischievously; perhaps she’d be willing plaything. She was cute, at least and that long, blonde hair of hers would look magnificent pulled tightly above her head, hanging from the hook above the doorframe.
“Thanks,” Tara fingered the pull tab nervously; her eyes fell to the floor, still searching for that one speck of grime or dirt. No house could be this clean.
“Won’t you sit?” Spike said, gesturing to one of the wooden chairs at his kitchen table. He felt his dick harden slightly at the thought of taking her right there on the kitchen table. He wanted to push that skirt of hers around her hips and plunge into her hard and fast as she writhed beneath him. He wanted to pinch and twist those rosy nipples that poked suggestively through the fabric of her shirt. He wanted to make her scream and cry and beg for her release.
Tara watched him with intrigue as his eyes glazed over. He was obviously distracted by something. “Penny for your thoughts?”
He looked at her and without thinking; he grabbed her and lifted her out of the chair and onto the kitchen table.
Tara was floored, her thoughts unable to process at the speed in which he pushed her skirt around her hips and pried her legs apart. “Wha? Spike, what are you doing?”
Spike stopped his cheeks red with embarrassment. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just—“
Tara touched his hand gently and sighed. “It’s all right, Spike.” She reached up and touched his cheek, pulling his face towards hers. She kissed him softly. Spike rubbed his hands up and down her back, eagerly kissing her back. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to explore. One of his hands moved to her breast, pinching her nipple through the thin fabric. Tara gasped softly and leaned back against the table to allow him better access.
Spike stepped in between her thighs, pressing his bulge against her heated center. This was going to damn slow for his taste. He unzipped his pants and let his cock spring from its confines. He pressed the head against the thin silk of Tara’s thong and the buxom blonde arched her back and pushed her pelvis out, allowing him better access. He slipped the flimsy piece of silk to the side and plunged inside her wet, pink folds. His fingers expertly pinched and rolled her clit, manipulating it and making it hard.
Every inch of Tara’s body felt like it was on fire. She panted heavily, moving her pelvis to meet his fevered thrusts. Never in her life had she experienced sex like this.
Sensing that Tara’s orgasm was nearing, Spike pulled his fingers away and pulled out his cock so that only the head was resting in her pussy. Tara groaned unhappily, desperately making an attempt for more contact.
“Not yet, kitten. Can’t let you cum that easy. A good girl’s gotta beg for it.”
“Please?” Tara looked up at him with her patented puppy dog eyes. That had worked for everything she had ever wanted from her parents so what made this any different?
Spike chuckled. “No.”
Tara stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. “Pwease? Pretty pwease? With sugar and a cherry on top?”
“Pwease what?” Spike said, amused by Tara’s sudden age reversal.
“Pwease let me cum,” Tara begged, writhing underneath him.
“Pwease let me cum, what?” Spike loved to watch women be reduced to whimpering piles of flesh. It was one of his favorite sites.
“Pwease let me cum, Spike?” Tara added hopefully.
Spike pinched her clit and leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “Come for me, kitten, come for me right….now.”
He thrust the entirety of his dick into her and felt her spasm around him as her orgasm crashed through her. He erupted within her, letting his seed flood her senses. Tara moaned again as a second orgasm flowed through her.
Spike pulled out and quickly tucked his penis back into his pants. He watched with enjoyment as Tara struggled to pull herself back together.
Tara tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear and looked into Spike’s blue eyes. He seemed to have returned back to normal as if the last twenty minutes had been a mere blip on the radar. There was no passion there, no lust. It was all gone.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, love,” Spike replied nonchalantly.
Tara smoothed out her skirt and got up from the table. “Thanks. It was nice to meet you too.” She walked towards the door, feeling a little violated. It had just been a fling. It had just been two strangers meeting and flinging themselves into throes of passion. It happened daily so what difference did it make?
As she stepped into her shoes, she felt his breath against her ear. “I’m not done with you, kitten. I do hope this becomes a daily occurrence. Every college girl needs an extracurricular activity, right?”
Tara nodded and stepped out the front door. She was pretty sure that fucking didn’t qualify as a good resume material but that wasn’t going to stop her from coming back. She would definitely be coming back and she was eager to see what else the very clean boy had in store for her.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all. This piece was inspired by the song “Dirty Mind” by the Pipettes
Pairing: Spike/Tara, Human AU
Rating: NC-17, explicit sex and light bondage
A/N: written as a birthday prezzie for the fabulous vamptastica. I want to thank aaronlisa for doing a beta on such short time.
Tara Maclay was sick of the male gender. She was sick of putting up with the immaturity and the filth that seemed to go along with every man who ever expressed interest in her. She wanted a man who was mature, and charming, and above all things, acknowledged that there was a thing called personal hygiene.
That’s why she wasn’t expecting to see him on her walk back home from campus. He looked so different from other guys she had seen. He was dressed in black pants and a red silk shirt that was pressed to perfection. There was not a wrinkle or a speck of grime or dirt on this man. And to top it all off, he was the epitome of gorgeous. She felt an overwhelming desire to approach him and flirt her butt off.
“Hi, I’m Tara, are you new around here?”
The man smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah. I’m looking for Ashbury St. I was there this morning but I’ve seemed to have misplaced my map. Know where that is?”
Tara thought for a moment, pulling up a mental map of the town she lived in. And taking a moment to drool over the man’s gorgeous British accent. “Yeah, I know where that is. I can take you there if you want.”
“That would be wonderful, love. Name’s William, but most folks just call me Spike.”
“Now why would people call you Spike?” Tara glanced at him, arching an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Well, now, kitten, can’t let you know all my secrets,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Tara giggled as they continued their walk towards Ashbury. There was something oddly perfect about this man. He seemed like he could do no wrong. He was clean, he was funny, he was gorgeous, and he make her tingle all over without even laying a finger on her. She had always thought of herself as a good girl but this man was making her question her purity.
They arrived at Ashbury St and stopped in front of a small duplex. Spike turned to look at her and smiled. “Well, this is my stop. Thanks very much for getting me here, love. Can I take a moment to reward your generosity with a soda? I’m pretty sure I have Coke in the fridge.”
Tara nodded, feeling a little nervous. She had, after all, just met this man and now he was inviting her into his house. What if he was a serial killer or something? Tara shook the thoughts aside and stepped inside the house. For a man who had just recently moved in, it was immaculate. She could see her reflection in the linoleum. It made her feel absolutely filthy in comparison. She slipped off her shoes and stepped into the kitchen. Everything just seemed to sparkle like one of those dishwasher commercials. She didn’t know there were any men that lived this way. It was actually a little unnerving.
Spike opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Coke. He eyed the young girl standing in front of him and he instantly thought of all the dirty things he wanted to do her. Despite all his cleaning tendencies, he had never been able to wash out his mind. Nor did he really have the inkling to want too. It was a fantastically dark world there and he loved spending his free time concocting new ideas and new fantasies.
He handed her the Coke, letting his fingers brush lightly across her skin. Tara shivered at his touch. He grinned mischievously; perhaps she’d be willing plaything. She was cute, at least and that long, blonde hair of hers would look magnificent pulled tightly above her head, hanging from the hook above the doorframe.
“Thanks,” Tara fingered the pull tab nervously; her eyes fell to the floor, still searching for that one speck of grime or dirt. No house could be this clean.
“Won’t you sit?” Spike said, gesturing to one of the wooden chairs at his kitchen table. He felt his dick harden slightly at the thought of taking her right there on the kitchen table. He wanted to push that skirt of hers around her hips and plunge into her hard and fast as she writhed beneath him. He wanted to pinch and twist those rosy nipples that poked suggestively through the fabric of her shirt. He wanted to make her scream and cry and beg for her release.
Tara watched him with intrigue as his eyes glazed over. He was obviously distracted by something. “Penny for your thoughts?”
He looked at her and without thinking; he grabbed her and lifted her out of the chair and onto the kitchen table.
Tara was floored, her thoughts unable to process at the speed in which he pushed her skirt around her hips and pried her legs apart. “Wha? Spike, what are you doing?”
Spike stopped his cheeks red with embarrassment. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just—“
Tara touched his hand gently and sighed. “It’s all right, Spike.” She reached up and touched his cheek, pulling his face towards hers. She kissed him softly. Spike rubbed his hands up and down her back, eagerly kissing her back. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to explore. One of his hands moved to her breast, pinching her nipple through the thin fabric. Tara gasped softly and leaned back against the table to allow him better access.
Spike stepped in between her thighs, pressing his bulge against her heated center. This was going to damn slow for his taste. He unzipped his pants and let his cock spring from its confines. He pressed the head against the thin silk of Tara’s thong and the buxom blonde arched her back and pushed her pelvis out, allowing him better access. He slipped the flimsy piece of silk to the side and plunged inside her wet, pink folds. His fingers expertly pinched and rolled her clit, manipulating it and making it hard.
Every inch of Tara’s body felt like it was on fire. She panted heavily, moving her pelvis to meet his fevered thrusts. Never in her life had she experienced sex like this.
Sensing that Tara’s orgasm was nearing, Spike pulled his fingers away and pulled out his cock so that only the head was resting in her pussy. Tara groaned unhappily, desperately making an attempt for more contact.
“Not yet, kitten. Can’t let you cum that easy. A good girl’s gotta beg for it.”
“Please?” Tara looked up at him with her patented puppy dog eyes. That had worked for everything she had ever wanted from her parents so what made this any different?
Spike chuckled. “No.”
Tara stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. “Pwease? Pretty pwease? With sugar and a cherry on top?”
“Pwease what?” Spike said, amused by Tara’s sudden age reversal.
“Pwease let me cum,” Tara begged, writhing underneath him.
“Pwease let me cum, what?” Spike loved to watch women be reduced to whimpering piles of flesh. It was one of his favorite sites.
“Pwease let me cum, Spike?” Tara added hopefully.
Spike pinched her clit and leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “Come for me, kitten, come for me right….now.”
He thrust the entirety of his dick into her and felt her spasm around him as her orgasm crashed through her. He erupted within her, letting his seed flood her senses. Tara moaned again as a second orgasm flowed through her.
Spike pulled out and quickly tucked his penis back into his pants. He watched with enjoyment as Tara struggled to pull herself back together.
Tara tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear and looked into Spike’s blue eyes. He seemed to have returned back to normal as if the last twenty minutes had been a mere blip on the radar. There was no passion there, no lust. It was all gone.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, love,” Spike replied nonchalantly.
Tara smoothed out her skirt and got up from the table. “Thanks. It was nice to meet you too.” She walked towards the door, feeling a little violated. It had just been a fling. It had just been two strangers meeting and flinging themselves into throes of passion. It happened daily so what difference did it make?
As she stepped into her shoes, she felt his breath against her ear. “I’m not done with you, kitten. I do hope this becomes a daily occurrence. Every college girl needs an extracurricular activity, right?”
Tara nodded and stepped out the front door. She was pretty sure that fucking didn’t qualify as a good resume material but that wasn’t going to stop her from coming back. She would definitely be coming back and she was eager to see what else the very clean boy had in store for her.
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on 2007-04-16 06:07 am (UTC)thank you so much for writing it sweetie. I cant' tell you how much it means to me. *hugs you tight* yeah.....guh........i'll be...um..alone now ;)
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on 2007-04-16 06:09 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like it and will definitely keep this on the burner for a continuation.
*hugs you*
Enjoy your alone time, sweetie. You deserve it :)
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on 2007-04-16 12:37 pm (UTC)this was SO hot. i'd love to see more of this pair from you, hon!
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