Title: Bite Your Tongue
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The characters don't
belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks.


To:  Wajoma...for the delicious inspiration from
       her "tongue" folder.
                                  &
       Jo...for starting the whole thing in the first
       place!

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She found her child's father in the living room. He
was sitting on the sofa, looking absolutely wretched.

The expression on his face brought back memories
of Katie's visits to her pediatrician. Every time the
baby had to have an inoculation she would scream
as though the nurse was amputating her arm without
benefit of anesthesia.

Spike would hold her on his lap, and turn even paler
than he already was. Buffy had even had to nudge him
hard one time when she'd heard the ominous growl he'd
directed at the nurse who was, after all, just doing her
job.

When the needle was withdrawn and the band-aid
applied, he would take Katie out of the exam room
immediately, leaving Buffy to gather up their things
and listen to the doctor's instructions.

Once he'd soothed her, he would spend the rest of
the afternoon carrying her everywhere they went, in-
dulging her every whim, and spoiling her rotten.

Buffy had actually suggested once that he stay home
when the baby needed her shots, but he had looked
at her as though she'd uttered the most ridiculous
and laughable commentary he'd ever heard, and she'd
dropped the subject.

All Katie's life, Spike had always been the one to
respond to her first. Every time she cried, he abandoned
whatever he was doing and picked her up.  Her diapers
barely had a chance to get wet before he had the
old one off and the fresh one in place.

He couldn't stand to hear her cry for any reason,
and there was nothing he wouldn't do to make her
happy.


****************************************************

Buffy sat down next to him on the sofa. "You
okay?"

Spike didn't answer the question. He looked at her
and said, "She's just a baby," he said quietly.

"I know," she replied, searching for the right
thing to say. "But she'll be starting kindergarten
in September, and she has to learn how to handle
things without resorting to...violence."

He frowned. "I s'pose you think that's MY fault."

Buffy made an exasperated face. "Yes, Spike. That's
exactly what I think. You've been going into her room
and whispering subliminal messages in her ear
while she sleeps."

Sitting back on the sofa, Spike folded his arms
across his chest, the scowl deepening on his
face. "He could've just given her the piece she
wanted," he grumbled. "Saved all the trouble
in the first place, the bloody stupid little...."  His
voice trailed off when he caught Buffy's
eye.  "What?"

Buffy honestly didn't know whether to laugh or be
angry.  Spike was such a creature of impulse. He
usually spoke without thinking first and always said
exactly what he felt. He never sugarcoated any-
thing....except with the baby.

"Listen," she finally said, taking his hand. "This
isn't the end of the world.  Alex is all right, and
Katie wasn't hurt, so..."

"Wasn't hurt?" he demanded loudly. "What the hell
do you mean....she wasn't hurt?  That....that BOY
just had his hair yanked. Katie was BLEEDING for
god's sake."

"Ow!"  Buffy tugged her hand away when his
fingers clamped down. "I meant...I MEAN...she
just bit her tongue a little. You couldn't even
really see it."

Spike looked at her as though she'd begun speaking
Mandarin Chinese. "You could so see it!" he insisted
vehemently. "Did you even LOOK properly?"

"I looked!" she replied. "It was a teeny little swelling."

"Maybe you should have your eyes checked," he
informed her. "It was a wound....and it could have been
worse. And," he added. "It was very painful for her. Tongues
are sensitive, you know."

Buffy could see him preparing to get all worked up
again.  His dark blue eyes blazed with renewed anger
in a way she hadn't seen in a long time...a way that
aroused her own emotions in a very different manner.

Maybe....she could refocus some of the energy he
was channeling into a more pleasurable direction.

"Tongues are sensitive," she agreed. "Maybe I missed
something when I looked. Why don't you," she smiled
and moved a little closer, "show me where the boo-boo
was."

"It was on her...her..."  He turned and looked at Buffy,
then did a double take, sensing....something, "The side
of...of..."

"Show me," she murmured, cupping his jaw in her
hand. "Open wide."

Spike raised his eyebrows, then looked his wife right
in the eye and obediently opened his mouth. The tip of
his tongue pressed against the back of his upper front
teeth for a moment, then crept out and touched the middle
of his upper lip.

Buffy felt an immediate rush of heat in her loins at this
display.  Her husband was, in her opinion, the sexiest and
handsomest man walking the earth.  His physical beauty
was apparent to anyone lucky enough to see it, but his
sexuality was saved only for her.

She found every part of his body wildly attractive,
and his tongue was no exception.  In fact, his tongue
was the rule...

Plump, and pink, and juicy...and did he know just what
to do with it. That tongue of his drove her to insane levels
of lust and ever increasing heights of satisfaction when
he used it on her.

He lifted it so she could see underneath, then moved
it to one side. "It wath white ere" he mumbled, grinning
idiotically.

"Hmmm," she said, tilting her head to one side. "Here?"
She placed her finger in the middle of his tongue and
kind of nudged it over.

Spike immediately closed his lips around her
probing finger, sucking it gently. "Mm-hmm."

Inspired, Buffy began to slide her finger in and out of
his mouth, simulating the kind of motion he normally
performed in hers with his dick.

His eyes rolled slightly before he let them drift
closed and sucked harder on her finger.  She could
feel the cool moisture of his tongue as it swirled
around the very tip of her finger.

When she pulled it out of his mouth, his tongue
followed and he licked the palm of her hand from
her wrist to the tip of her middle finger.  When he
was finished, he opened his eyes and smiled.

"Have you ever had a tongue bath?" he asked her,
using that low down, sexy voice that always made
her quiver.

"No," she said, almost purring as his hand stroked
the side of her face.  "But it sounds like fun."

Spike glanced at the clock. "Katie'll be asleep for
at least an hour...maybe longer since she didn't have
a nap this morning."

"What are you saying?" Buffy asked, nuzzling his
hand.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered hotly, leaning forward
and licking her ear. "And I'll demonstrate the art of
tongue bathing."

**************************************************


They stopped at Katie's bedroom door and looked
in on her.

She hadn't budged from the position she'd been in
when Buffy had last seen her, and she was sleeping
so soundly that they could hear a soft snoring coming
from her stuffy nose.

Looking back at her husband, Buffy mouthed "She's
all right," and pulled the door nearly all the way closed.

Spike nodded and took her hand, leading her down
the hallway to their own bedroom. With the door closed
behind them, he wrapped his arms around Buffy and
lifted her clear off the floor, melding his mouth over hers.

Kissing was an integral part of their love play, and
they did it well and thoroughly. They were adept at every
type of kiss...from the hard, fast ones, with just their
lips meeting...to the long, lingering, moist ones that
involved their tongues and teeth, as well.

Walking her across the room, Spike eased his wife down
on the bed. He knelt beside her and began to unbutton
her shirt.  When she tried to return the favor, he stopped
her.

"Not yet," he teased. "Gotta give you a good seeing to
first."

Buffy liked the sound of that so much that she didn't
protest at all.

When her shirt was completely unbuttoned, he eased it
down her arms and tossed it to the floor.  Her bra, a "barely
there" confection of pink lace and satin, posed no barrier
to him, and he made quick work of stripping it off her.

Although tempted to get started right then and there,
Spike forced himself to continue his work until she was
completely naked from head to toe.  Her lightly tanned
skin felt silky beneath his fingers as he moved his hands
over her body.

Then, starting at her hairline, Buffy's husband gave her
the promised lesson....Tongue Bathing 101.

***************************************************

She lay prone on her back, her arms at her sides,
hands turned palms up.

Spike lay beside her, touching the tip of his tongue
to her face.  It glided down the smooth skin of her
forehead, tracing both her eyebrows, and flicking
lightly at her lashes.

Down her nose it moved, ending with a kiss on the
very tip. Over her cheek to one ear, he licked it
thoroughly, then crossed the planes of her face to
the other ear and treated it to the same touch.

Moist and cool, his tongue then traced the line of
her jaw all the way down to the point of her chin
and then up the other side.  It tickled her upper
lip, lapping gently at the slight depression in the
center of it.

It washed wetly over her lower lip, breaking contact
just long enough for his teeth to grip gently, tugging and
worrying it.

But before she has a chance to bring her own tongue
into play, his had moved on down her throat and was
gently caressing the shallow cup at it's base.

Buffy's entire body was bathed in a feverish glow
of need and want. She had to force herself to remain
still and let him play with her.

He lapped the ridge of her collar bones, then took her
arms and raised them until they were lying over her
head.

His tongue drew a tickling line from her right arm pit
to the bend of her elbow, then down further, tracing the
bluish veins laying just beneath the thin skin.  He licked
her palm and all her fingers, moving his tongue wetly from
one to the next, thoroughly washing between each digit.

With a wicked grin, he repeated the entire process on
her left arm.

Buffy's skin was shivering from the cool air caressing the
wetness that coated it.  Her eyes had drifted closed and
her breathing was labored....and he hadn't even gotten
to the really good parts of her yet!

"You still with me?" he asked softly.

"Mm...yes," Buffy sighed. "More..."

Spike chuckled and licked his way back up her
arm. His tongue then found the upper curves of her
breasts, and Buffy inhaled sharply, waiting....

But he was determined to draw the experience out
to its fullest measure, so he lingered where he was
for a moment, then drew a wet path down to the under
curves of her breasts. He wedged his tongue beneath
one and slid it back and forth, moistening the warm fold
in her flesh.

After doing the same to the other side, he deliberately
dragged his tongue up and over, then circled around her
left nipple.

Round and round that pink instrument of delectable
torture moved, teasing here and there, darting and
flicking lightly.

Buffy was panting like a dog in the sun.  He felt it and
heard it...and decided to end the waiting.

Flattening his tongue, he began lapping at the ultra
sensitive tips of her breasts, leaving a shiny path of
saliva on them.  First softly...then a little harder...he
played with pace and pressure until she was moaning
steadily.

No part of his body touched hers....save one.

Spike purposely lingered at her breasts, giving them ample
attention, knowing how much she enjoyed the touch of his
mouth there.

Then, he headed south.

Hovering over her, he balanced himself on his hands
and knees as he licked wetly down the center of her chest
and over her abdomen.

Buffy whimpered softly.  He heard it and murmured, "Soon,
baby...soon."

Sliding to one side, he licked the inner dip of her waist and
the feminine flare of her hip.  His tongue then moved down
to the place where her thighs met her torso, slipping
down, nearly to her sex.

But he didn't touch her there yet.  Instead, he moved down
slightly and instructed her to part her thighs.

Mindlessly, she obeyed, gasping loudly when she felt
him licking the taut muscle of her inner thigh.  When he'd
made one side very wet, he moved to the other and took
care of that side as well.

On down he traveled, tickling her behind her knees, the
lapping over the firm mound of her calf.  When he reached
her right foot, he lifted it and licked the delicate instep,
making her giggle.

Spike chuckled and did it again, loving the way she
squirmed.  Knowing, as he always did, just when tickling
became too much, he moved on to her pink polished toes.

When all ten of them were good and wet, he began to make
his way back up her left leg.

"Open your legs a little more, kitten," he whispered.

Buffy complied without delay.  She opened her passion
glazed eyes and met his gaze as he crouched in the open
V of her thighs.

"Here comes the best part," he promised, lowering his
head.

Buffy's body lurched up off the mattress at the first gentle
sweep of his tongue.

Starting at the bottom, he licked the cleft of her sex all
the way up to the top in one long, lingering stroke.

Then, stiffening it to a sharp point, he rubbed the tip
of his tongue against her clit.

"Oh....oh, yes....please..." she begged, her head
thrashing on the pillow. "Harder...lick me...harder."

Without hesitation, he complied. Applying himself
with an impressive amount of dedication, he licked and
licked her until he had her dripping with wetness from
his tongue and from her own body.

"Keep your eyes open, baby," he urged her. "Watch me."

Buffy looked down as he requested. Unable to tear her
gaze away from his, she stared at him as he lapped at
her juicy center.

"Now," he said, after a few seconds. "I go inside."

He didn't draw the anticipation out this time, but plunged
his tongue into her pussy as deeply as he could force
it to go...which was a considerable depth.

Uncontrollably, her hips jerked upwards, wanting even
more.  He had to put her hands on her legs to hold her
in place as he moved his tongue around inside of her,
then began fucking her with it.

Buffy's body was on the razor's edge, unable to take
much more stimulation.  He had been working over her
for a good thirty minutes by now and she was more
than ready.

Her breasts heaved with her ragged breathing, and she
gripped two handfuls of the bedclothes.  Captive beneath
his mouth, she strained upwards as his skillful tongue
slowly drove her insane.

In and out, it moved swiftly, first deep...then shallow...thrust-
ing with all the same vigor as his cock did when he had
it there.  He pulled it out, swirled it wetly around her clit,
then sank it back in.

Buffy shifted her hips. "Please, oh please...make me come,"
she pleaded. "I need it....I need...need to...please..."

Spike pulled back. "I love it when you beg," he said.  Closing
his mouth around the tiny bud, he suckled strongly...ruth-
lessly...making her body convulse with a series of plea-
sure spasms.

It raced up and down her spine in a slow moving wave,
tormenting her and driving her over the edge into an
abandonment of control.  With one last cry, she ground
herself against his face, coming so hard that she
feared she'd pass out.

At last Spike pulled away.  Moving up and over her, he
bent his head and captured her mouth, letting her
taste the sweet liquor her body had fed to him as she
sucked it off his tongue.

When her heart rate slowed and her breathing smoothed
out, she sighed deeply.  "Baby....that was so good."

He smiled, falling to the mattress and holding her close.


**********************************************

After Buffy recovered enough to participate, they
made tender love.  Spike was too aroused to hold
back, and they both climaxed quickly.

His timing was really uncanny. No more than five
minutes later they heard the creak of Katie's bed-
room door as it opened.

"Daddy?" the little girl called plaintively. "Can I be
up now? I'm hungry, Daddy."

Spike looked at Buffy, his eyes pleading.

She smiled. "Go and get her."

Rolling off the bed, he grabbed his jeans and
pulled them on as he headed for the door.

Katie was still behind her bedroom door. It was
opened just a bit...just enough for her to peek out
anxiously.  When she saw her father, she opened
it the rest of the way, waiting.

Spike knelt and held out his arms. "Come here,
princess," he coaxed her.

Showing her dimples, she flew into her father's
embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck like a
baby monkey as he carried her into his room.

Buffy had thrown on a pair of sweat pants and a
t-shirt, and was smoothing the rumpled bedspread.

She turned and sat down when Spike set Katie on
her feet. "Did you have a good nap, baby love?" she
asked as the child climbed up onto the bed and
into her mother's lap.

Katie had forgotten all about her earlier woes, and
was her usual sunny natured self. "I sleeped a long
time," she reported earnestly.  "Ith it time for dinner?"

Spike joined his girls on the bed. "Almost time,"
he said. "What would you like to have?"

"Can we have pizza?" she asked brightly.

Her father grabbed her around the waist and fell back
on the bed, lifting her in the air.  "Absolutely we can,"
he said, tossing her gently. "We'll pop in a movie and
eat in the front room tonight," he promised her, a rare
treat.

Sticking her arms straight out at her sides, Katie
giggled as Spike tossed her again.

Buffy leaned over and picked up the phone to order
the pizza. "It'll be here in about a half hour."

Her daughter wriggled out of Spike's arms and
bounced happily on the bed. "Can we play Candyland?"
she asked, eager to press her parental advantage.

Spike and Buffy exchanged a glance.

"Sure we can," Buffy said agreeably. "You run and
get the game and we'll play downstairs."

They watched as she toddled off.  Before they followed
after her, Buffy looked at Spike. "Let her win."

Spike nodded. "Right."


The End.