Current mood:

hungry

#3 Doesn't Come Into It
Title: Doesn’t Come Into It
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
TtH Prompt: #3 Love
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/James Bond
Wordcount: 200
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Spoilers: None
A/N: This was written for the tth100. The only linking thing for these is Faith in them.
Summary: Love isn’t something they discuss when they meet.

Love didn’t come into what was between them. This was more primal, more raw, as much about fucking as the word could imply. They were both crime fighters- her with stakes and him with his high-tech gadgets. But whenever they ran into each other, the sparks- and clothes- flew. He had her in the hotel room within half an hour of recognizing her at the bar. She scraped her nails along his ack as he unzipped her dress and within minutes, she had his pants down. She’s getting faster at that.
Sweeping a leg around his hip, she hoisted herself up and slid down onto him with a groan. Lifting her up, he laid her down on the plush carpet and started pounding away, knowing by now that her anticipation of his expertise was enough to get her wet. She arched up into the thrusts, taking him deep. Locking her legs around his waist, she twisted and rolled them so that she was on top, the way she liked it to finish things off. He understood- they both took what they wanted from this symbiosis then left with no regrets. Faith went back to slaying and James to his spying.

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