Challenge:
Buffyverse1000
Characters: Buffy/Ethan
Rating: R
Spoiler Notes: Set during The Dark Age
Ethan had the Slayer tied down to a table in front of him, in bonds strong enough they would be difficult for her to break.
He stepped back to admire the view.
Round shoulders bare, neck exposed by her upraised hair. Tight, curvy ass accentuated by tighter slacks. Long, muscular legs spread slightly by the pull of the ropes. The girl was definitely appealing. But then he’d known that since he’d peered down her cleavage that first time in the costume shop.
Well, what was chaos but living dangerously?
He bent his head to run his lips over the bare skin on the back of her neck. She gasped and flinched away. “My god!” she protested indignantly. “Your life is on the line, so you’re going to try to get some before you go?”
He grinned at her, backing up so she could see. “Hmm, let me think. Now that you put it that way, yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Fuck you, Ethan.”
“No, no, my dear,” he responded, sliding his hands under the hem of her tank top to caress the bare skin of her back. “I think I’ll be the one fucking you.”