Holding Position - Spike/Buffy
“C’mon, pet – easy now. Not gonna make you do anything you don’t really want,” he said, voice low and silky. “Hands’n knees for me now, an’ ease back slowly. Take time t’get used to it – adjust to the burn.”
Entranced with the Slayer stretched out before him in all her glory, Spike placed his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her upper body down into the mattress. Her soft whimpers were music to his ears.
Grabbing both hips to steady her, he pushed forward, stretching her to her limits, and said, “See, Buffy? Yoga training doesn’t have to be boring.”