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Summary: SMUT: Buffy's a little tied up at the moment

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Title: Body of a Woman
Author: Emmy
Pairing: Mal/Buffy (Firefly/BtVS)
Rating: Adult. Can't stress that enough. Seriously. This is smut.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, Buffy nor Mal, and I don't get paid for this. Also, Pablo Neruda wrote the poem at the beginning. It's the last paragraph from Body of a Woman. I don't own it, either.
Summary: Buffy's a little tied up at the moment.
Prompt: 19, Restraints
Distribution: 50 Smutlets, obviously, Emerald Illusions, , and Twisting the Hellmouth. Anyone else needs to ask.
Words: 1105
Feedback: Um, please? It's all shiny and stuff.

Notes: Smut. This is smut. If you don't like reading that, don't read this. Okay?

Wrote this back in 2008. Posted it on my fic journal, but not here. My apologies.

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

Buffy's hands were bound above her head, silky ties looped around her skin. There was a blindfold too, blocking out all the light from the room. She arched her hips as Mal slid a finger inside her, and moaned softly. He teased her, soft and gentle strokes moving in and out, before he pulled away. She was on edge, on the verge of begging him for more, and they both knew it. She'd been like this for hours it seemed, spread out for him, naked before his eyes, perfectly his for the taking. Mal would not let her come though. He refused to, stubborn bastard that he was.

Buffy whimpered when he took one of her breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple. Everything felt so much more intense than usual. Not being able to see what he was doing made her much more aware when he did touch her. She was wet, aching for more, but she knew it would do no good to beg . . . even as she knew she'd eventually have to; he always made her beg eventually. Teasing her was half the fun for him, after all.

He began kissing his way down her body then, and she shivered in anticipation. His tongue dipped into her belly button, making her giggle. He stopped, and she knew he was looking up at her. "Tickles."

She felt him grin against her skin then, just before doing it again. His hands were everywhere at once, and Buffy had no idea how he did things like that, how he made her ache and want and need with his hands and lips, and yet managed to persuade her to wait. He taught her to savor things instead of rushing through them as she'd always done before. Mal could rush if he wanted to - he could fuck her so hard and fast she could barely breathe - but he could also do this. And Buffy loved every second of everything he did to her.

"Mal." She hated that it came out as a whimper, the way she said his name. She couldn't take it back, though, and when he chuckled against her stomach, she knew didn't really want to. He was happy. He was smiling, and teasing her, and there was nothing wiggling around in the back of his mind to take away from this time they had together. There was no pressing business or a job looming on the horizon to make Mal distance himself. This was just them. He made her happy, and it was at times like this that she had no doubt that she made him happy in return.

Buffy gasped when he slid a finger inside her once more, curling it just so as he moved his thumb over her clit. He peppered kisses over her stomach as he stroked her, as he drove her crazy, and kissed his way up her torso. Buffy's breath became even more ragged as he continued the sweet, slick slide of his fingers over her flesh, and she was absolutely panting when he finally reached her lips. His tongue danced with hers creating even more breathtaking sensations to pool inside of her body. It was almost too much, the pleasure he was giving her. Buffy keened into his mouth as her orgasm neared, and Mal moved his fingers faster, deeper, in response. He broke the kiss, and she could hear the raggedness of his own breathing then. "Wanna see you come apart, beo bei."

His voice, husky in her ear, made Buffy shiver. "Mal, please."

"Please?" He bit her neck gently. "Please what?"

"Take me. God, Mal, I want you inside me."

She barely had time to register that his fingers were gone before he was lining his cock up and slamming into her. Pleasure soared through her body as he filled her. Buffy pulled against the restraints binding her, needing to touch him almost as badly as she needed to come, but one of Mal's hands settled over hers. "No."

She whimpered again, so close now that it was almost painful, and Mal chuckled again before rolling his hips, hitting just the right spot inside of her. "Come for me. Now."

Buffy screamed his name as she finally came, her hips rising and falling on their own accord, and she was still shaking when Mal slipped out of her and untied the silk ties and the blindfold that held her in place. He gathered her in his arms, holding her close as she came down from her high. She turned her face to his, and he smiled before kissing her breathless. Buffy clung to him, not wanting the feelings inside of her to end, and it was only then that she realized Mal was still hard. Very hard.

She licked her lips and stared at him as she reached out and ran a finger over his hard length. "What do you want?"

Mal's eyes darkened, his pupils blown with lust. "You."

"You've got me." And that was the truth. She was his and had been for a little over a year now.

"On your knees."

Buffy grinned and did what he told her. She moaned loudly when he thrust into her from behind, moving in and out of her slowly.

"Gonna keep you here like this, mine for the taking, all night, bao bei. All night."

Buffy shuddered at his words. God, but she loved this man.


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