Bad Boy (Giles/Spike, R-rated, drabble)
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AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Bad Boy
RATING: R-rated
PAIRING: Giles/Spike
CONTENT: spanking (implied)
SUMMARY: Spike and Giles play a little. Done for
giles_shorts prompt 'battle'.
SPOILERS: none.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 100 words.
"Are they gone?" asked Spike.
Giles sighed, relieved. "Yes, they're gone, the door is locked."
"Good, been waiting all bloody day."
What followed next was like a pitched battle to see who could get undressed first. Spike won, but only just barely, mostly because he was going commando. Giles sat on the couch and Spike stretched across his lap, ass in the air.
"I've been a very, very bad boy," said Spike with a falsely innocent expression.
"You certainly have," said Giles. "Talking back, interrupting, using profanity. I think you need at least thirty good smacks."
"Whatever you say, Sir."
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Bad Boy
RATING: R-rated
PAIRING: Giles/Spike
CONTENT: spanking (implied)
SUMMARY: Spike and Giles play a little. Done for
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SPOILERS: none.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 100 words.
"Are they gone?" asked Spike.
Giles sighed, relieved. "Yes, they're gone, the door is locked."
"Good, been waiting all bloody day."
What followed next was like a pitched battle to see who could get undressed first. Spike won, but only just barely, mostly because he was going commando. Giles sat on the couch and Spike stretched across his lap, ass in the air.
"I've been a very, very bad boy," said Spike with a falsely innocent expression.
"You certainly have," said Giles. "Talking back, interrupting, using profanity. I think you need at least thirty good smacks."
"Whatever you say, Sir."