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06 September 2008 @ 08:37 pm
Fic ~ Pre-Nuptial Bliss (1/1)  
At last, a break in the angst! It was mere_ubu’s bday a few days ago, so I thought I’d do something different – fluff, banter, sex and Season 4 Spuffy. Like many souls before me, I’m doing it. I’m tackling Something Blue.
 
Title: Pre-Nuptial Bliss
Author: ClawofCat
Timing: Season 4, Something Blue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Warnings: Oral sex
Summary: Set during Something Blue, Spike discovers there is more than one way to get Buffy-taste in his mouth. 
 
A/N: Written for mere_ubu’s birthday on a prompt that asked for Spuffy and vanilla kink, such as spanking or dirty talk. I hope you enjoy it, hun! Beta’d by eowyn_315.

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No profit is gained from my writerly endeavors and no copyright infringement is intended.

 

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The door of Giles’ flat flew open as Buffy bounced in, brimming with excitement. “Oh, my God! Spike, I just saw the perfect wedding dress!”

 

Spike jerked his head up from where he sat at Giles’ writing desk and pushed aside the wedding notices he was drafting. It had been ages since he’d had to use calligraphy, but it was coming back to him.

 

Taking in the Slayer’s joyful mood, he smiled and dropped his voice seductively. “Did you now? Was it one of those poofy jobs? Always wanted to crawl under one, see why they call ’em blushing brides.”

 

Beaming at him, Buffy grasped Spike’s arm and hauled him to his feet. “See! This just proves my point. I don’t know what Giles was talking about when he said you have poor taste. Where is he, anyway?” She looked around eagerly.

 

“Upstairs taking a sit-down. Another two glasses of scotch and your lush of a Watcher went ass over tit trying to make his way around.”

 

Buffy crossed her arms and held up her hand, ticking off her points. “First off… he’s not a lush. Like you’re really one to talk, anyway. Second, if his motor skills decided to take a vacation, how did he get upstairs?”

 

Spike shrugged. “Carried him, didn’t I? Thought it would be good practice for our wedding night,” he rumbled, his head dipping to nuzzle her ear.

 

“Oh.” Pressing herself to his side, she traced the edges of his lips with her finger. “You’re always so thoughtful.”

 

She dragged him down into a kiss, which he enthusiastically returned, his hands running into the mane of her hair. As the kiss deepened, Spike pushed her against the bar, his hands coming down on either side of her to grasp her waist and slowly grind his crotch against hers.

 

“Now, what was it that you were saying earlier about me making sweet love to you?”

 

Putting her hands on his chest, Buffy mounted a weak protest. “Spike! We promised to wait. You know I’m not that kind of girl.”

 

“Oh, I think you are, Slayer. Care for a preview?”

 

A small smile escaped despite her best efforts. She crossed her arms over her chest, arching her eyebrow. 

 

“And what if I do?”

 

“Then hold on tight,” he suggested, lifting her up. “’Cause by the end of it, I’ll see to it you won’t even be able to stand.” 

 

Giggling, Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike’s hips as he carried her into the bathroom and kicked the door shut with his boot.

 

“Been waiting all evening for this,” he rasped, continuing to kiss her lips, her throat. “All that wriggling you were doing on my lap earlier... It gives a man ideas. Couldn’t keep my mind off you while you were away.”

 

“Such are the Slayer’s powers of seduction,” Buffy quipped. “They don’t tell you about that little detail.”

 

Chuckling, Spike dropped to sit on the lid of the toilet while Buffy straddled his lap, one arm curling around his neck to steady herself.

 

“So… when I was out, what did you think about?” Buffy asked innocently, her hands pawing under Spike’s shirt, running over the points of his nipples. “Was it anything like this?” she whispered, biting down on his lip.

 

“More like this.”

 

Spike ran his hands up the inside of her shirt to knead her breasts. She nodded her approval when his fingers nimbly slipped under the line of her underwire to skim the sensitive undersides.

 

“I like it when you think the thinky thoughts,” she purred and yanked the top over her head, throwing it to the tiled floor behind her.

 

“Got a few more,” he murmured as her bra soon followed the discarded shirt and his mouth descended on her chest. “Been wanting to suck these luscious tits.”

 

Buffy mewled in response, her hand coming around to hold Spike’s head to her as they rocked against each other, her hips sliding over his as she writhed against his denim-clad erection.

 

“Points for sucking,” she moaned when Spike bit down on her nipples and gnawed gently at the puckered flesh. A squeal soon followed when he pinched them.

 

“Now, now. None of that,” he chided, his palm coming up to cover her mouth. “As much as I love a vocal woman, Watcher’s lost his sight, not his hearing. Wouldn’t want to give him a heart attack, would you?”

 

She pouted and bit down on his hand. “I’d like to see you try.”

 

Letting going of her, Spike’s eyes lit, flecks of gold crowding his irises. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

 

Twisting the knob of the television to his left, he cranked the volume up and grabbed Buffy by the hand.

 

Stepping into the bathtub and kicking aside the manacles, he pulled her to him and began peeling her pants down her thighs, his hands skimming across her hips, the inside of her legs.

 

“Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Presumptuous much?” Buffy backed up, her slacks now around her ankles, and put a few inches of distance between them.

 

In response, Spike only smiled coyly and sunk to his knees, his face level with her crotch.

 

“Then stop me,” he said as he leaned forward and blew across her dampened panties. “Stop your Big Bad.”

 

She gulped, hesitant, but waited to see what he would do next.  

 

Pressing his nose softly against her, he inhaled and visibly shuddered. She didn’t object when he tugged her panties down to her knees. By the time he looked back up at her, she was flushed and worrying her lip. Wouldn’t take much more convincing.

 

“Just look at this puss. All warm and exposed – nearly gagging for it. Just itching for a bit of tongue….” he whispered, mimicking her earlier taunt from that afternoon as one of his fingers ran down the inside of her lips.

 

She squirmed when the tip of his finger traced the outside of her opening.

 

“Remind me again why I love you?” she asked while she slowly parted her legs and pushed her panties off the rest of the way to bring her knee up on the bathtub rim.

 

Tugging her close, he grinned. “Why don’t I show you?”

 

She nodded. Her knees went liquid.

 

Staring at her inner thighs, Spike slowly mouthed her skin, applying fleeting pressure as he moved up and in. The steady thud of her pulse filling her aroused tissues with blood made his cock harden further.

 

When his lips reached her, he spread her apart, opening her to his tongue. As promised, Spike went slowly, licking long circles around her entrance, dipping his tongue in to shallowly thrust into her opening. She quivered whenever he did this, her lips pouting with concentration.

 

“Think you need a bit more?” At her nod, he slowly corkscrewed two of his fingers into her, the mellow warmth of being stretched setting her hips rocking. She dropped down slightly, seating his fingers as far as they would go.

 

“Just look at that,” he said with awe, staring at where his fingers had disappeared in her to the third knuckle. “Beautiful.” He unbuttoned his fly and gripped his cock. She watched his fist firmly slide down its length.

 

“Mm, goes right to your toes, doesn’t it?” he crooned, when he wriggled his fingers back and forth inside her.

 

“Not… not just my toes,” she corrected. “Try north of the knees and south of my waist.”

 

“You mean this bit, right here?”

 

Taking his fingers out for a moment, Spike leaned forward and gave her pussy an open-mouthed kiss, producing a light suction that had her hips jerking involuntarily. She whimpered and thrust herself forward, her mouth open, upper lip sweating.

 

“Don’t stop.”

 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, pet.”

 

Breaching her again, he swore, “This is how I’ll take you. Slow and gentle like. Get you primed for the rest of the night. Are you a goer, Slayer? You look like one to me.”

 

Buffy glared at him, one of her hands resting on the water tap, the other braced on her bent knee.

 

“If you stopped teasing me for a minute, you’d find out, wouldn’t you?” she muttered, flipping her hair with some sass as she continued to gyrate in counterpoint to his hand, setting a rhythm she liked.

 

Spike inclined his head. “You got it, princess,” he said and began thrusting his fingers into her, hard and fast. Her gasps and moans immediately picked up from the renewed effort.

 

Hammering into her, he put his head against her belly and closed his eyes, feeling the work his fingers were doing through her lower abdomen. It was good, being close like this, trying to feel what she was feeling.

 

As he changed his tactic from stabbing thrusts and his fingers began to stroke her upper wall, she slumped low, almost in a squat as she stood above him.

 

Buffy let out one long throaty groan after another, working toward her orgasm. There was nothing light or delicate about it, nothing girly or shy. She was letting herself go, all her inhibitions.

 

“That’s it, pet,” Spike goaded, his teeth scraping lightly against her hip. “Give it to me, Buffy. Want to see your cunt working for it, takin’ what she needs.”

 

“Huuu, God. Spike…” she moaned, her head lolling. She squeezed his fingers hard and bent at the waist, her hair falling into her eyes. The thought of what those muscles could do to his cock brought him to the very edge. He itched to stroke himself off, let all the tension out, but he stayed focused on her.

 

“Nnnn. There! Over…”

 

“Right here?” he asked, as he pounded hard, his free hand holding her ass.

 

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” she cried, desperate whining sounds creeping from her throat. Looked like that was the right spot.

 

“Please, please, pleasssse,” she mumbled, her face unattractively scrunched up, teeth bared. “More.”

 

Adding two more fingers, he pressed the heel of his other hand over her abdomen. Watching her closely, his eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, Spike sandwiched her upper wall between his fingers and hand and pressed down hard. The unexpected intensity of the maneuver rocketed her into a trembling release, which caused her to reflexively squeeze Spike’s shoulder.

 

Through this, Spike held her up as her hips and knees jerked spastically, watching lines of fluid wet her thighs. She was glorious, his Slayer. He had never seen her come so thoroughly undone. It was like watching a Spanish stallion have its head and gallop full force. He only wished he could be a part of that – that release, that freedom.

 

“Shit!” he growled, brought out of his thoughts when his own orgasm painted his jeans with milky-white lines.

 

A girlish laugh sounded above him. “Doesn’t always behave itself when you want it to, huh? Kinda like me.”

 

When Spike glanced up, he was met with Buffy’s sunny smile. If the expression on her face was any indication, it had been one hell of a ride. She continued to rock against his fingers slowly.

 

“Mmmmnnnn…” she purred with contentment.

 

“Want another one?” Spike clucked through his teeth, his eyebrow arched at her.

 

At Buffy’s bewildered, wordless look, he winked and continued to rub her upper wall. Reaching back, he spread the wet of her arousal around her asshole, despite a few mumbled, incoherent protests, and gently pressed against it as his internal fingers did a 180 and pressed against her rectum.

 

She gasped, her eyes going wide. “How…?” she moaned, shuddering with a fresh orgasm that felt substantially different and less intense than the other. When her quivering stopped, she slumped to her knees, and fell against Spike’s chest.

 

He preened at her. “That was just to wean you off the cum-high you girls get.”

 

She rolled her eyes at him. “Pig.”

 

Her breathing settled as they quietly laid back, Buffy’s hand loosely wrapped around Spike’s cock. Draping his arm around one of her bare shoulders, he watched her lightly squeeze him and run her hands into his spendings. With her index finger, she drew a small heart in one glob, striking an arrow through the center of it. 

 

When Buffy picked up her head, she gazed at Spike like she was just seeing him for the first time.

 

“Honey?” she whispered, her hand palming his cheek.

 

“Mm?”

 

“What do you think about Wind Beneath My Wings as our song?”

 

Spike’s hand reached up and pulled hers from his cheek. Her dreamy smile soon disappeared when he glared at her like she had grown two heads.

 

Flustered, she smoothed down her hair. “What?”

 
 
 
fangfaceandrea: delightedfangfaceandrea on September 7th, 2008 01:20 am (UTC)
Sexy with a funny on top. Just the right kind of fic XD
ClawofCat: buffy smileclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 02:51 pm (UTC)
Hee, thanks. The sexy I'm used to. The funny I have to work a bit harder for. Cute!Buffy is so saccharine it makes my teeth hurt.
missus_gracemissus_grace on September 7th, 2008 02:16 am (UTC)
Wonderful! Now, about when that spell is over...
ClawofCat: coc bw spuffyclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 02:54 pm (UTC)
Well, Buffy says it, "Spike lips! Lips of Spike!"

What the Scoobies don't know is that his lips traveled to all the wrong places. Oral fixation, much? *winks*
devylish: Buffy Undr Ur Spelldevylish on September 7th, 2008 03:56 am (UTC)
sexy and fun!

love the fluff!
ClawofCat: cracked outclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 02:55 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it! It's a bit of a challenge to push myself to the fluffy place, but ultimately pretty rewarding once I get through it.
mere ubu: stop that smackingmere_ubu on September 7th, 2008 06:08 am (UTC)
*beams*
Oh, that was yummy! Thank you so much for schmooping for me, sweetie! *hugs* I really love the balance between fluff and explicitness you've got going on there. It's just adorable, but it definitely still sounds like you. (Which is, of course, a very good thing.)

And the little spooge heart and arrow? *lol* Cutest thing ever. That's such a "Something Blue" Buffy thing to do. <333

Edited at 2008-09-07 06:09 am (UTC)
ClawofCat: yayclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 03:03 pm (UTC)
Re: *beams*
*snorfle* Perfect icon.

Oh, that was yummy! Thank you so much for schmooping for me, sweetie!
You're welcome! It was a little painful, but I persevered! And, really, the important thing is that you enjoyed it. That's all I could ask for *hugs*

I really love the balance between fluff and explicitness you've got going on there.
Oh, thank god! That was one of the big problems when I was working on it. The smut was just overwhelming the rest of it, which didn't really work with their cute characterizations, so I had to strip back a lot of the sex descriptions and add in more banter.

And the little spooge heart and arrow? *lol* Cutest thing ever.
LOL. Buffy is a sentimental bit of skirt when she puts her mind to it.

Re: your icon. I actually wrote a few different versions of the ending. One closed on Buffy and Spike bickering about the song, until they're interrupted by the sound of Giles falling down the stairs. There's then a mad dash for Buffy to get her clothes back on and help him. I thought I'd just leave you with that image :)
Re: *beams* - mere_ubu on September 7th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The One Who Isn't Chosen: boobiezgabrielleabelle on September 7th, 2008 10:12 am (UTC)
He preened at her. “That was just to wean you off the cum-high you girls get.”

I lol'd

Excellently done. Very hot. :)
ClawofCat: sexual tensionclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 03:06 pm (UTC)
Hee! Awesome icon. Spike's definately an admirer of the boobies.

Thanks for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed it. This isnt generally the sort of thing I write, so any laugh that might have escaped as a result of the banter is more than appreciated!
Caroline: Pornlovejamalov29 on September 7th, 2008 12:50 pm (UTC)
That was sinfully delicious !
I love your dirty talk.:)
ClawofCat: think sexclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks :D The dirty talk was the most fun part to write, so I'm glad it was received well. I couldn't help but laugh when Spike says, "Always wanted to know why they call 'em blushing brides."
ellan_vannin on September 7th, 2008 12:55 pm (UTC)
Hot sex with a side a laughing: my favorite! I love how you caught Buffy's spell-induced in-love voice, wistful and a little saccharine, but still essentially Buffy. This is great!
ClawofCat: nakedspikeclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 03:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, yay! Laughing was involved. That's good. Good good good.

I love how you caught Buffy's spell-induced in-love voice, wistful and a little saccharine, but still essentially Buffy.
Yeah, there were some cringe-worthy moments when I was writing her dialogue. She's just so perky and cute. I noticed that the way she talks in earlier seasons is more slangy and Scoobie-ish. I had to watch the entire episode again to hear how she was speaking at that time.

Now I need to go write something uber-depressing stat.
dragonflylady77: lollipopdragonflylady77 on September 7th, 2008 01:35 pm (UTC)
Oh that was just so perfect.. Hot and funny and made me giggle and squee at the same time.. Loved the last bit about the song... Hehehe
ClawofCat: spikesmilesclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 03:17 pm (UTC)
*wipes brow* Phew! I'm thrilled you like it. This stuff is so not my bag. More than the hot, I'm so happy people found it funny. That's the only thing I felt really comfortable writing in this story. When you've got a mouth as dirty as Spike's, it makes things a bit easier.

Loved the last bit about the song
Hee! Spike mentions it at the end of the ep, so you know it's a conversation they had off-screen. The fact that it came up after a shag in the bathtub sort of makes it icing on the cake.
framedinlove: banner iconframedinlove on September 7th, 2008 04:06 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah! Woohoo! This is the stuff! :D

Where to begin. I love the contrast between your last Spuffy fic (Burn Marks) and this one. The fact that these two pieces are so different makes them both shine even more brightly in their brilliance. Also, it's just wonderful to see how you can write stuff that is as if from different planets atmosphere-wise, and still sound unmistakably you. It takes true talent, doing that and being so remarkably excellent nevermind the atmosphere.

There's a lot of talking this time – love it! You write the sharpest dialogue. The character voices are so spot-on I basically had both Spike and Buffy inside of my head saying their lines out loud. ;)

"I like it when you think the thinky thoughts," she purred and yanked the top over her head, throwing it to the tiled floor behind her.

This is obviously only one example of all the fantastic lines there, but my god how I love it! It's such a Buffy thing to say spiced up with a touch Something Blue silliness. This totally made it to the top 5 of my favorite Buffy quotes from fanfics.

Then there's the hotness. And this one truly is hot! It's steamingly, dizzingly hot. In the context of angstier fics the hotness – it burns. It scorches. Physical pleasure mixes with mental pain and revulsion, and everything gets complicated and the hotness really isn't what it's about anymore (to me at least). But this - this is hot! Not because it's fluffy but because it's about pleasure for both of them. Because the emotional connection is there and they both embrace it. Wonderful! *loves*

Plus this is just so much fun. Had me giggling and grinning like crazy so many times. You write such powerful, ass-kicking angst that it's easy to forget you can write the funniest stuff, too. And what I've come to realize about writing is that being funny is anything but easy. What is easy, though, is overdoing it so that the comical stuff comes across painfully phony and not funny at all. But your funniness isn't pointing but subtle, and instead of forcing itself on you it tickles both your brain and your sides. This is fun because we know Buffy and Spike, what they're like, and because you write them so well that when we read this we just know it's them saying and/or doing the most unlikely stuff. (And I mean unlikely around that time and no spells included.)

Last but not least:
"Just look at that," he said with awe, staring at where his fingers had disappeared in her to the third knuckle. "Beautiful."

This is beautiful. I don't have the words to explain why. It just went straight to my heart and nestled there.

Thank you so much for this awesomeness! :)
ClawofCat: coc spuffyclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
While I'm very flattered by your enthusiasm for this fic, it's hard for me to really view this as brilliant when it feels like anything but. It's not something I would ever write for myself. I had to really push myself to go there and it was a fairly frustrating experience overall. There were so many rewrites that went into this, I'm just glad it's over.

I love the contrast between your last Spuffy fic (Burn Marks) and this one...it's just wonderful to see how you can write stuff that is as if from different planets atmosphere-wise, and still sound unmistakably you.
Good. That's why I tend to take requests like this. To show I can. Trying to write outside the box is important to me and if that means stepping out of my comfort zone for one story, then I do it. I remember also struggling a great deal with "Drive It Home," which I wrote for dreamsofspike's birthday last year. Dom!Buffy and Sub!Spike plus torture are not things I ever write, but I went there for her and I'm very proud of that story. I guess they can't all be our personal favorites.

You write the sharpest dialogue. The character voices are so spot-on I basically had both Spike and Buffy inside of my head saying their lines out loud. ;)
That's fantastic. The only part of this fic I felt really comfortable writing was their dialogue. It's so outrageous and not the Buffy and Spike I write, but I can appreciate humor. I would normally say my strength is narrative description, not dialogue, but here the dialogue definately drives this piece. I'm glad it worked for you.

Physical pleasure mixes with mental pain and revulsion, and everything gets complicated and the hotness really isn't what it's about anymore (to me at least).
Yeah, but that's why I like writing stories like that. Sex becomes a tool for me to do character studies. I can use it to talk about the internal lives of our heroes. In this fic, I'm not in their. The action is pretty superficial. While I'm glad you thought they were connecting emotionally, for me this felt like an utter disconnect. And that was hard on me, too. Without the inside track, the sex felt fairly meh. It didn't say much about them because this isn't them. It's all an illusion because of the spell.

Plus this is just so much fun. Had me giggling and grinning like crazy so many times. You write such powerful, ass-kicking angst that it's easy to forget you can write the funniest stuff, too.
Heh. Yeah, I have it in me. Funny is fun every now and then. Though I liked Buffy's more authentic, frustrated funny in "How Many Blonds?" I wasn't going so much for hot on this one, so I'm thrilled it made you smile. That was what I was aiming for.

I realize this was a fairly emo author reply. And by no means am I invalidating your enjoyment of this story. I just thought I would share my own feelings about it, since you seem to like it when I explain my own thoughts about my work.

For now, I'm taking a break from the Spuffy and am trying my hand writing two OCs (which I've never done). Now I can play with my very own 1930s Slayer! Goodie! *rubs hands together*
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petzipellepingo: spike lips by eyesthatslaypetzipellepingo on September 7th, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC)
Poor Giles, he's never going to bathe again...
or look at Buffy the same way.

Funny, sexy, hot "fans self" - it's got it all. Thanks for that.
ClawofCat: knowing faceclawofcat on September 7th, 2008 10:04 pm (UTC)
Hee, hee! You had that icon on primed and ready to go, didn't you?

Poor Giles, he's never going to bathe again... or look at Buffy the same way.
Not if he doesn't know about it. He seemed to be none the wiser in the ep, so I think their secret is safe. It'll only be their lip smacking that'll haunt his dreams ;)

Thanks for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Everyone likes a bit of fluff now and again. I have to keep telling myself it won't hurt me, lol.
Elenamoscow_watcher on September 8th, 2008 08:28 pm (UTC)
Wow. That was criminally hot!
ClawofCat: having funclawofcat on September 9th, 2008 01:39 pm (UTC)
Oooh, criminally hot. Like getting away with murder ;D

Thanks for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
goldenusagi: thennowgoldenusagi on September 10th, 2008 04:49 pm (UTC)
I love a good "Buffy and Spike sneak off in Something Blue" fic... And this was exceptionally hot!
ClawofCat: something blueclawofcat on September 10th, 2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm usually all with the angst and deep, meaningful sex, so this was somewhat of a departure for me. It was fun not to take myself too seriously for a change.

Also, I see you friended me, so welcome to my journal! All my fics are listed on my sidebar by pairing, so it should be pretty easy to navigate if you want to poke around. The only ones that are slight misnomers are the Spike/Dawn and Spike/Tara fics. Most of those are actually gen, no explicit pairing unless otherwise marked in the description.
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on September 17th, 2008 12:31 pm (UTC)
aaaaaaaaaaw. Very hot and smokin', and that darling daft Buffy-in-love! :D

"Wind Beneath My Wings" indeed!!!

ClawofCat: cracked outclawofcat on September 17th, 2008 02:31 pm (UTC)
Hee! Buffy is such a nut in this episode. Writing her in this story is practically like writing her OOC given how much I do S6 or S7 Buffy. It's pretty difficult not to like her though. She's just so cute!

I always thought the WBMW reference at the end of the episode was funny. They must have discussed it at some point off-screen. Why not after there little shag in the tub? I know I always think of Bette Midler after a really thorough seeing to :P
shawty got flava like a peach lifesaver: btvs: spuffy stardustonly_passenger on September 21st, 2008 03:13 pm (UTC)
this is paced amazingly well.

after writing the desoto fic, i'm always impressed when writers take on unconventional locales for their smut and pull it off without either neglecting the image and positioning or getting buried in exposition related to the same. your wording was brilliant.

getting a good character voice from an altered character (ie, lovespell buffy and spike versus regular buffy and spike) seems a feat. another thing about this fic that passes with flying colors.

i'll be working my way back through your recent fics as time allows. i'm excited to read the rest, and pleased after having readthis one. kudos.

xoxo,
s/
ClawofCat: coc spuffy embraceclawofcat on September 21st, 2008 11:23 pm (UTC)
Whenever I get a comment from you, I feel like I have a warm blanket wrapped around me. After all this time, I don't think I've stopped fangirling you like whoa. How ridiculous is that? I have some very negative feelings about this story, despite the good reviews it's received. But when you say that it's good and what you like about it, I believe every word and take it to heart.

Pacing is an underrated skill and one that usually doesn't come up in comments. I'm glad you pointed this out because I consider it one of my strengths and it's something I was able to pull off to my satisfaction here. Same goes for unusual smut location. Bathtub sex? No problem! To tell you the truth, I cheated on this one. All the choreography and moves I just stole from my own life, which is a crutch I usually fall back on when I feel shakey about a concept. The bathroom (numerous ones) has been a reoccuring theme in my sex life ;)

Thank you so much about the character voices comment. I wrote to someone above that writing this Buffy especially was like writing an OOC character. She's not herself, and yet is. Gah! What a nightmare. But I feel pretty pleased with the dialogue and the humor I was able to inject into this.

That said, I hope to avoid writing anything like this for a long time. It was an incredible bitch to write and probably went through 5 revisions.

Can't wait to see what you think of the other ficlets. I've been struggling the last few weeks with numerous ideas and they're just not sticking. I was trying to write Spangel last night set in the same verse as "Unsung Heroes." Christ, I see what you mean about the pronouns. What a fucking pain the ass! If you use "he, him," which one? And using their name's over and over for clarification pisses me off because I hate repitition. Hence, struggle. *flail*
slaymesoftlyslaymesoftly on December 7th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
ROFL The perfect ending to a fun little might-have-been ficlet. When did they have that conversation, anyway? It could have happened like this. Good job, hon. Sexy and funny.
ClawofCat: Laughclawofcat on December 8th, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
Heh, glad I could amuse you! This was a difficult fic to write, but it is funny and cute. I've warmed to it a bit in the last three months.

It could have happened like this.
Well, of course! These FITB thingies are my bag. I love trying to uncover the mysteries with these inserted scenes. I honestly think one of my best ones to date, and perhaps even one of my best fics period, is that Bangel story. I've been thinking of asking my flist about missing scenes or time periods they wish had been covered on the show. Not that I don't have enough things to write (and no time to do it in...) *grumps* I've got all these Christmas ficlets to do.
(no subject) - slaymesoftly on December 8th, 2008 09:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)