Against The Grain: Spike/Angel
Sep. 22nd, 2006 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Against The Grain
Fandom: Joss
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Point: Texture
Marshmallows in the hot cocoa, weetabix mixed with his blood. It's for texture, see, not taste. It's to make life just that bit more interesting.
Rough leather gloves cupping him, and coarse ropes; last night's a blur of sensation. Whips cutting into flesh. The burn and tug of the rug under his knees, silk wet with spit in his mouth.
Angel's hand, deceptively soft on his back, smoothing down until it reaches the sheet around his waist, and then pushes it away. Sudden breeze on his arse, cool, might be from the window, or might be Angel's breath. Spike shudders.
[100 words]
Fandom: Joss
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Point: Texture
Marshmallows in the hot cocoa, weetabix mixed with his blood. It's for texture, see, not taste. It's to make life just that bit more interesting.
Rough leather gloves cupping him, and coarse ropes; last night's a blur of sensation. Whips cutting into flesh. The burn and tug of the rug under his knees, silk wet with spit in his mouth.
Angel's hand, deceptively soft on his back, smoothing down until it reaches the sheet around his waist, and then pushes it away. Sudden breeze on his arse, cool, might be from the window, or might be Angel's breath. Spike shudders.
[100 words]
