Oops, I did it again.



“Sppiiiiiike” Pant. Up. Down.

“Do it again, luv.”

“Uhn!” Pant. Up. Down. Pant.

“Once more, pet.”

“God, Spike!” Pant. Pant. Up. Down.

“Come on, Xander. Almost there, pet. Couple more-”

“Argh!” Pant. Sweat. Slow up, hard and fast down.

“Yeah, that’s it, mate. Just like that.”

Trembling up, quivering down. Sweat, pant. Breath, sweat. Back and forth, up and down, over and over.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Xander screamed as he finished, falling back to the floor oh-so-gracefully.

“Told you you could do it, luv.” Spike snarked, laughter in his voice.

“I am never doing sit-ups again, Spike!” Xander choke-coughed out.


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And you thought it was something dirty. *tsk tsk tsk*

From: [identity profile] authoressnebula.livejournal.com


ROFLMAO!

Yes, I thought it was dirty. I should've known, though. Evil you! ~_^ *reads it again, giggles*

~Nebula
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From: [identity profile] lunabee34.livejournal.com


**snicker snicker** They say exercise is an aphrodisiac. Of course, I don't know who "they" are, exactly.

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


Well, doing sit-ups with Spike would *certainly* be an aphrodisiac, if not instant orgasm =)
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From: [identity profile] lunabee34.livejournal.com


You got that right, buddy. That would be an incentive, wouldn't it? *Calls husband* Honey, we really need to invite JM over for calesthenics. I think I could finally get skinny again.
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