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snoggedTitle: Apple A Day
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word Count: 100
Rating: light FRAO/NC-17; slash, sex, gags
Setting: Angel Season 5 – Wolfram and Hart kitchen
Summary: Spike’s nutritional requirements include a full serving of fruit and morning sex.
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zoesmith who wanted Spike/Angel and fruit.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors.
“Fuck, mate,” Spike growled, feeling the edge of the wooden table dig into his abdomen as Angel thrust his hips forward. “You’re gonna send a bloody splinter into my heart if you keep going like that.”
“Shut it, Spike. Or I’ll do it for you,” Angel hissed. It would be easy to gag Spike. Kitchens were filled with wonderful appliances and accoutrements that could stretch Spike’s jaw to the limit. Things that could make him ache for hours.
Spike smirked, eyeing the bowl of fruit serving as the table’s centerpiece. “Well, you know what they say, mate…an apple a day…”
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word Count: 100
Rating: light FRAO/NC-17; slash, sex, gags
Setting: Angel Season 5 – Wolfram and Hart kitchen
Summary: Spike’s nutritional requirements include a full serving of fruit and morning sex.
A/N: written for
zoesmith who wanted Spike/Angel and fruit.Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors.
“Fuck, mate,” Spike growled, feeling the edge of the wooden table dig into his abdomen as Angel thrust his hips forward. “You’re gonna send a bloody splinter into my heart if you keep going like that.”
“Shut it, Spike. Or I’ll do it for you,” Angel hissed. It would be easy to gag Spike. Kitchens were filled with wonderful appliances and accoutrements that could stretch Spike’s jaw to the limit. Things that could make him ache for hours.
Spike smirked, eyeing the bowl of fruit serving as the table’s centerpiece. “Well, you know what they say, mate…an apple a day…”