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Warm Days Will Never Cease (R)

Title (They Think) Warm Days Will Never Cease
Author Brutti ma buoni
Setting Long post-series. Possibly Rulesverse, if you read it.
Words 600
Rating/Warnings R. This is kind of PWP, in an autumnal non-explicit mode.
Prompt Dear McGonagall… Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the lovers in the night
As they walk through the shady groves alone,
Making love to each other before they go home.
Had to be in graveyards, really.

You might think they are a little old to be messing about in graveyards by night. You might think that the replication of the first dark year of their courtship, conducted almost wholly among the dead and the undead, would bring back memories of unhappy yearning, depression, frustration and emotional betrayal.

You might think that. Spike couldn’t possibly comment. At least, not in this position. Not with Buffy scooched up on the handy table tomb, and he kneeling amid autumnal mulch, face buried, eating her out like he’s actually getting fed from this, and with just as much relish.

She still tastes memorably good. Like he’d be able to pick her out of a line up (and, ignobly, he’s not above picturing said line up – self, blindfolded, licking at a selection of unidentified lovelies, and is it hot in, no out, here or is that just Spike’s middle-aged libido getting a fantasy kick in the pants?). Spike feels, perhaps, that it would be more fitting to her graceful aging to lay her on silks or at least something supportive in the mattress line, and a hell of a lot less hard on his knees too, when he eventually rises from his enjoyable task.

They should be at home, like respectable people. Out of sight of the potentially scandalised passers by. Out of scent of the dog crap, or is it fox crap, that Spike has had hovering at his consciousness since he got down here, Buffy’s delicious scent notwithstanding.

Safely away from the reminders of mortality, for all men must die, and Slayers too, even if his particular Slayer isn’t going that way so fast as her predecessors, not by any manner of means.

Safely away from any passing undead, too. Odd, how often on ordinary days their family see Buffy’s exterior nowadays and forget she’s the invincible Slayer of yore, even if they remember it fast enough when the world’s ending. Forget Spike’s a vampire, too, he’s pretty sure. He’ll be lucky if someday he isn’t offed by some ‘lovely bright sunshine’ or a ‘nice drink of garlic-laced holy water’ for poor old Grandad, by some little whippersnapper who’ll gaze in startled dismay at his ashy demise.

(Kids. Who’d have’em? Well, not Spike, obviously. But they’ve managed, over the years, to collect enough that they can be thoroughly, lovingly patronised. Though the kids know better than to go walking in cemeteries, at least not without stakes and backup. And absolutely not if Spike and Buffy are thereabouts. Just in case. They make revolted faces and pretend shock at the thought of the oldsters still going at it. Of course they do.)

But fuck it. Spike’s two hundred years old today, Buffy’s seventy six, and some days, it’s nice to go back to the old ways. Spike slides his hands under her arse, grazing his knuckles on the unpolished granite, feeling the chill it imparted to her skin cooling him in turn, to chillier than the air. He tips her up, so she lies back, watching the sky - and not incidentally keeping an eye out for any passing undead - while he finishes her off the way he knows she likes best. Two fingers inside, relentless inside her while he suckles on her clit. She’s not the super-sensitive young lass of yore, and he sometimes has to work harder for these moments now, when her slow, susceptible murmurs become intent, high-pitched, yowling like the night creature she virtually is, these days, coming apart under his fingers and tongue. He relishes the challenge of wakening her and bringing her to this moment.

Not dead yet. Or at least, she’s not. And he’s keeping her that way. For as many years as he can.

And now isn’t the time to think about death, graveyard notwithstanding. Spike eases to his feet, smiles at his love, and joins her on the tomb.



( 21 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 26th, 2013 08:17 pm (UTC)
This was so well done.

THIS IS SMOKIN' - Spike dressed as Randy Giles in Tabula Rasa, looking singed.
Sep. 27th, 2013 08:51 pm (UTC)
Sep. 26th, 2013 08:48 pm (UTC)
This is marvelous - a wonderful (and sexy) portrait of these two in the twilight of their time together.

It's funny, but I just read an article about people's reactions to the idea of older women still being sexual and here you go writing this marvelous little story.

Sep. 27th, 2013 08:53 pm (UTC)
*g* It's an autumnal time of year. Time to think about being older, and that it doesn't have to be bad.
Sep. 26th, 2013 10:25 pm (UTC)
Sep. 27th, 2013 08:53 pm (UTC)
Sep. 26th, 2013 10:48 pm (UTC)
Aww! A good happily ever after, with Spike still being Spike. And complaining about his knees. Hee! I like!
Sep. 27th, 2013 09:07 pm (UTC)
*g* Thanks!
Sep. 26th, 2013 11:13 pm (UTC)
Lovely older Spike still making Buffy happy. Inspired by a poem from the man we all know must have been William's muse at that.
Sep. 27th, 2013 09:11 pm (UTC)
*g* Poor William. But Spike's in a good place at least.
Sep. 27th, 2013 12:28 am (UTC)
This is wonderful! I love it.

Not so much because I'm looking for happy ever after into old age fics. But - what velvetwhip said.
Spike's age is neither here nor there since he's still a vamp, but YAY! Buffy for going at it in the graveyard at 76 years old.
woot ! - embracing sexuality at all ages.
Sep. 27th, 2013 09:11 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!
Sep. 27th, 2013 01:03 am (UTC)
I love stories about aging Buffy & Spike.

So much love. (Also, darn hot!)
Sep. 27th, 2013 09:16 pm (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it!
Sep. 27th, 2013 08:44 am (UTC)
I love stories with mature Buffy and Spike still standing at her side. Lovely mix of sexy and melancholy.
Sep. 27th, 2013 09:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much.
Sep. 27th, 2013 09:53 am (UTC)
Lovely - and not at all what dear old McGonagall had in mind, I suspect.
Sep. 27th, 2013 09:46 pm (UTC)
*g* Definitely not, bless him.
Sep. 27th, 2013 06:05 pm (UTC)
*fans self* That was HAWT. Lovely work! *clap clap*
Sep. 28th, 2013 02:10 am (UTC)
So excellent!
Oct. 5th, 2013 07:42 pm (UTC)
This was delicious!
Perfect for a nice cool autumn day.
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