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23 January 2008 @ 10:08 pm
Unquenched (Spuffy ficlet)  

To all the Spuffy fans on my flist, a little something just for you. 

Title: Unquenched 
Author: ClawofCat
Timing: Season 6
Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Warning: Sexual content, non-explicit menstrual play, angst
Summary: She only gives him the barest taste, but it’s enough to bring her to life.

A/N: This fic was inspired by the adorable enthusiasm of sevendeadlyfun for an SPN community that features the pleasures of cunnilingus. It occurred to me I have never written a fic that highlights oral sex, so here’s one dedicated exclusively to it. As always, a hearty thanks to my beta 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.
It’s the tail end that always gets to him, the only time she lets him near enough. It’s a torture of sorts, she realizes, but it keeps him begging, sniffing, wanting when she gives him the barest taste. The faint tang of copper still flavors her secretions on the final day of her cycle, which might as well be a bear trap snapping shut just shy of Spike’s nose. A hunger just beyond reach, unable to slake his boundless thirst for her.
Curled between the canyon of her thighs, he nuzzles the soft fluff of her mound, a needy whine tingling low in his throat, barely audible in the silent crypt. Pressing soft kisses into her thighs does nothing to coax out more, but he tries still, seeking out the taste that has been nearly a century removed from his senses. Nipping lightly along the soft ridges of skin, he noses his way between her lips, the glide of the tip of his nose sparking her to arch up. He searches just as she does, looking to appease a sliver of base want, elusive and forbidden. Gilded by legs draped over shoulder, Spike looks on keenly, a spectator to her shameful desire. He takes in every writhe and subtle shiver, every flush that deepens the pink of her sex when teasing breath is cast against her.
Her denial of him boomerangs back at her as his own form of vengeance causes a hot, tight mania to start hammering under the hood of her clit. He makes it last with slow and sly flicks of his tongue, whorls of heat brought up and circulated under the wet length. As he pushes into her, he pauses, and she waits, holding herself on the very edge between pleading and pummeling. When the erratic undulation of his tongue hits her nerve endings, the keen that’s been bubbling along in her throat starts to come out in shrill, breathy sighs. He groans with her as he dabs at the lingering traces of her shed blood, tipping her hips up and palming her ass to get in deeper. She leverages herself against his chin, heels digging into his back as she bridges herself up against his mouth.
Take it, take it, take it, they both would chant, if that were the sort of people they were. But they’re not people. She’s not a person, she reminds herself, when his thumb latches flat against her clit to press tight circles into her, forcing the fiery burn to engulf her whole groin. Life flows into his mouth, and he breathes it back into her, the will to try and go on a little longer. When his tongue recedes and wraps around her clit, there is wetness on her cheeks. The promise of blood holds a promise of respite. When the pressure valve is released and she is tipped off the precipice of consuming need, relief floods the air as she expels her breath and quivers hard. It goes on like this, her body tripping over itself to eke out just a bit more pleasure. Spike keeps the aftershocks going, eyes meeting hers over the expanse of her belly. It’s when their gazes lock that his fangs come down, cruel and sharp to remind her what he is and what she just gave him. It’s full disclosure at its finest when the demon melts away almost as fast as it came, and then it’s just him, wide blue eyes taking her in, juices shimmering on his lips.
She only lets him have the dregs, the sparse remains of a powerful source squeezed dry by the governing strength of circadian rhythm. The irony beats her about the head, her eyes closed tight when he sighs against her belly, his ear pressed tight to the concave dip of her stomach. She is and holds within herself a life cycle extinguished and erased, only to rise and bloom again on the next rotation of the moon. The blood runs fresh when it is called, resurrected from its quiet sleep, and she is drained all over again as her thoughts dally back, wishing she were finished, until his tongue snakes through her and she is brought to life again.      
shawty got flava like a peach lifesaver: btvs: spuffy revello stairsonly_passenger on January 24th, 2008 04:02 am (UTC)
this is a gorgeous, tight piece. the amount of story squeezed in is impressive; this result of more-plot-than-porn elevating the simplicity of the action and agreeing itself into a clean tone at pitchfork time.

i love the concept.
ClawofCat: collge is hardclawofcat on January 24th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)
Even the Slayer line is sort of like menstruation. When one dies, another rises. Like the phoenix, reborn again and again. Lots of myths and tropes that play on the cyclical nature of life. Buffy's no different.

I'm going to be at work all day so I have no time to work on Faith. Hopefully I can work on it a little tonight and send you something. First few days of school are busy.
ldyavalon: SpikePetldyavalon on January 24th, 2008 10:04 am (UTC)
Your fics always leave me speechless. They're just so powerful, and each line you read, you think, it can't get better, but it does and then I'm speechless all over again.

Love it!!
ClawofCat: glancesclawofcat on January 25th, 2008 03:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks, hun. I'm lucky to have such powerful characters in and of themselves to work with. It makes it easier tapping into that power when it's time to write about them.

I wrote this ficlet at 4am a few days ago, and I always sort of wonder if those are gonna be drivel. But it seems my brain does just fine, even if I'm not at my most aware.
louise39: spike angry red shirtlouise39 on January 24th, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
A hunger just beyond reach, unable to slake his boundless thirst for her.

Intense insight and powerful language - how you cram so much into a short piece is amazing.
Thank you.

ClawofCat: nycspikeclawofcat on January 25th, 2008 03:34 pm (UTC)
I think a 'kink' of mine is blood as revelatory device. I seem to use it in a lot of my fics now that I think about it. And where you have vamps, blood is going to mean a lot for either the person eating it or losing it. Throw on the connotations brought to bear by menstruation and you get a loaded sort of material to work with.

Sometimes it upsets me that I really can't manage to write longer, multi-chap fics. But it's not how my brain works. It thinks in self-contained stories, snippets of events and moments that shape and change characters. I guess that's just my lot =)

I noticed on your profile that you live in New York. Are you attending Herself's coffee get-together on Monday? It's open to anyone from the fandom that would like to come, and it's always cool to match a name to a face. Plus, she's got the sweetest doggie you'll ever meet.
louise39: Spike  shadow lines  on facelouise39 on January 28th, 2008 02:22 am (UTC)
Cant make Monday. Sounds like a great opportunity. Thank you and I hope there is a large turn out.

PS Thank you for your full comments. It gives me such pleasure to know a little of how you work out ideas to produce your stories.
youbegoodbaby: Spuffy-Vampire_Slayeryoubegoodbaby on January 25th, 2008 04:50 am (UTC)
What to friend you...ok?

I ship Spuffy and after I commented over on naked spike I snooped around your journal. Hope you dont' mind.

I don't write, or make icons, but I'm very devoted to my f list. Friend back of you like. TY

ClawofCatclawofcat on January 25th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
It's always nice to have new friends. And snoop as much as you like. That's what LJ is here for. Hopefully you'll find some other fics of interest, which are all listed on my sidebar.

I see you commenting on only_passenger (my BFF) and snowpuppies journals all the time. It seems we have similar tastes in writers, too.
kcarolj65kcarolj65 on April 21st, 2008 10:02 pm (UTC)
So sorry I missed this when you first posted it. I love your writing style.

I'd be more effusive in my praise, since you certainly deserve it, but am too tired to come up with appropriate verbage.
ClawofCat: glancesclawofcat on April 21st, 2008 11:57 pm (UTC)
Hey, Kristen! How are you? I haven't seen much of you around lately.

No worries about the fic or the review. It's nice to know that it's being read, period. You might want to check out "How Many Blonds?" if you get the chance. It's my version of Spuffy fluff. Interestingly, it seems to be a recent fan favorite.
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on June 3rd, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)
guh. *shiver*
This is almost a prose poem, and so passionate and deep and erotic!

I love it. Love that there's no dialog, just the honesty of their actions between them.

And, uh, GUH!
ClawofCat: orgasmclawofcat on June 4th, 2008 05:57 am (UTC)
I like this one, too. It was a written in 4am sort of ficlet where I was half asleep. My prose tends to come out much dreamier sounding in those instances.

I'm thrilled you liked the naughty and emotional content. Angsty sex is finger-lickin' good! There is something very powerful about the lack of dialogue. In general, for these two, I'd say actions speak louder than words.
Caroline: Reunion Paleyjamalov29 on December 4th, 2008 02:20 pm (UTC)
I had enjoyed so much Pre-nuptial bliss and I was in the mood for some intensely erotic piece : I 've found it yesterday!
It was incredibly hot , evocative and so vivid.
Your writing is beautiful.
ClawofCat: Spuffy feel from insideclawofcat on December 4th, 2008 05:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks for coming by to search. I'm glad you enjoyed it and found what you were looking for.

I really like this short piece, too. All the words and images I wanted to convey came together very well. If you liked this, you may enjoy "Sense Memory" and "Burn Marks." They are also very vivid smutty Spuffy ficlets. Is there any other? ;)
Carolinejamalov29 on December 4th, 2008 05:45 pm (UTC)
I've read en enjoyed Sense memory yesterday as well- have yet to leave you a proper comment.
I will have a look at Burn marks !