New Spuffy fic by NautiBitz: POWER OUTAGE, S3 post-Helpless fic, PWP, S/B, NC-17 (Part 1 of 2)
Oh, so I wrote a new Spuffy fic. (Sort of. I actually wrote the very beginning of this YEAAAARS ago, but now it's done.) In 2 parts. Enjoy!
(Now with intended italics.)
POWER OUTAGE
Summary: Post-Helpless, season 3. Not yet back to fighting form, Buffy relaxes at home after a sexually frustrating night at Angel's... and Spike slips in undetected.
A/N: This is pure, unrepentant PWP.
Song: "Post-Modern Sleaze" - Sneaker Pimps
"Get hot already!" Buffy whined, slicing her hand through the icy spray. "Why is nothing working in my life? What does a girl have to do to--" On further inspection of the shower knob, she diagnosed the problem: she hadn't spun it hard enough. "Duh."
She gave it a good turn. Scalding water boiled her skin. "Stupid... gah!"
This whole no-power deal was really messing with her daily routine. As a slayer, she'd learned to handle knobs, levers and switches with a modicum of pressure so as not to bust them out of their housing. Now that she was just a girl again, she had to remember to use force. Quelle ironique.
"Not too hot, not too cold, and there it is," she said, stepping into the warm, soothing stream. "Just right for Buffylocks."
She couldn't wait to have her strength back, if only to put an end to these annoying little hassles. And to stop calling herself Buffylocks.( Collapse )
To be continued...
(Now with intended italics.)
POWER OUTAGE
Summary: Post-Helpless, season 3. Not yet back to fighting form, Buffy relaxes at home after a sexually frustrating night at Angel's... and Spike slips in undetected.
A/N: This is pure, unrepentant PWP.
Song: "Post-Modern Sleaze" - Sneaker Pimps
"Get hot already!" Buffy whined, slicing her hand through the icy spray. "Why is nothing working in my life? What does a girl have to do to--" On further inspection of the shower knob, she diagnosed the problem: she hadn't spun it hard enough. "Duh."
She gave it a good turn. Scalding water boiled her skin. "Stupid... gah!"
This whole no-power deal was really messing with her daily routine. As a slayer, she'd learned to handle knobs, levers and switches with a modicum of pressure so as not to bust them out of their housing. Now that she was just a girl again, she had to remember to use force. Quelle ironique.
"Not too hot, not too cold, and there it is," she said, stepping into the warm, soothing stream. "Just right for Buffylocks."
She couldn't wait to have her strength back, if only to put an end to these annoying little hassles. And to stop calling herself Buffylocks.( Collapse )
To be continued...