Cream by Faith_b
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon and all the other ppl at Btvs etc.
Author's Notes: Random pwp…I tend to write these at times….I dunno why….I don’t even like cream….
Dedications: To anyone who reads and appreciates this for what it is!
Feedback: Go on, ya will.
"Aw B open the door! C’mon! I said I was sorry."
Oh. Hey. Buffy’s not talkin' to me. It’s not even like I did anything that wrong. No, for real. Ok, I’ll tell you what happened and you can judge for yourself.
So it’s Friday night and me and Buffy come back to her place after a monster slay. She tells me she’s all horny and drags me upstairs into her room. She goes next door for a minute to check her sister’s asleep before she comes back and tells me we’ve gotta be quiet cause Dawn is. I know. It’s not like keeping quiet’s hard for me, it’s her that screams to heaven and back during sex, but I bite my tongue and agree.
So I kiss her and start undressing her, when all of a sudden she pulls back and says, "You know what’d be great?"
"What?" I ask back, irritated that I have to put myself on pause.
I look at her like she’s crazy.
"C’mon Faith, I have a craving and I think there’s some in the fridge."
I get up, sigh and hot-foot downstairs as quietly as possible. I throw open the fridge, cringing as it hits the cupboard and makes a loud crashy noise.
"C’mon, c’mon," I say, searching the fridge for whipped cream shouting, "jackpot!" when I find it. I take the bottle and race back upstairs. I rush into the room, closing the door quietly and turn to Buffy. The bottle I’m holding along with my jaw almost drop when I seen Buffy fully undressed on her bed. And she’s sitting with her hands behind her back and her hair's all everywhere. *Holy fuck! Ok Faith, stay cool.* I half-saunter (half-sprint) over to her trying to stay cool and pop the cap off the bottle of whipped cream. I kneel next to her and see that she’s tied herself to the bed. *Again with the holy fuck!*
Buffy’s eyes are all lit up. Damn she looks so sexy tied up. I dunno why we haven’t tried this before. Anyway, she looks at the bottle in my hands and licks her lips and I smile and spray the cream into my mouth before kissing her.
"Mmmm," she says, when I break the kiss.
I run my hands slowly down her body and kiss her again - that gets her all hot - and I shake the can and spray the cream following the trail of my other hand. She squeals as the cold cream touches her bronze skin, but that doesn’t stop me and pretty soon I’ve covered most of her upper body with it. I get up, straddle her waist, bend my head and begin to lick the cream off her body slowly enough to get her engine revving but not started up, if you know what I mean. So I'm licking the cream off her unbelievably hot body and she’s already moaning for contact, so I decide to give her some and with a grin, I take the can and spray it up the inside of her legs. I move so my head is between them, and lick up the inside of her leg up to her pussy, which is soaking. I take the can and spray her there all over, like....a girl with a spray can... Anyway, the cold cream meets her hot one, as I spray the cream in between her legs and she squirms when she feels it. I smile and lick it up making her buck against my mouth. Both creams taste so good, I cant get enough. I lick and suck, hungrily eating and topping up the cream when it ran low.
She’s bucking against my mouth like crazy, screaming my name along with words kids and old people shouldn’t hear. Ha! And I'm s'posed to be the screamer.
Well, she pulls one hand from behind her and it dives straight for her clit. She starts to rub it while I continue to eat cream off her. By this time she’s thrashing like crazy and I can barely steady her.
So, she’s screaming like there’s no tomorrow, which is pretty loud and she’s about to come. But all of a sudden we hear a knock on the door. I stop and look at Buffy who’s frozen naked on the bed half-covered with whipped cream. I turn to see the door handle being pressed down and I’m panicking. I do the only thing I can think of and you’d have done the same. I roll off her and under the bed. I know, pretty stupid, but on the scale of one to ten, not as stupid as Buffy must have looked legs spread on the bed with one hand between them, half covered in drying whipped cream.
I listen as the door opens and a long deafening silence follows before Buffy makes a feeble attempt at an explanation. But Dawn just apologises and leaves....
So that’s what happened and that’s why I’m sitting outside the Summers’ trying to say sorry, even though I’ve said it about a hundred times.
Hold on. Lemme try again.
A hundred and one.
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