Condomonium
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Preventative Measures

Condomonium

“What was the greatest highlight of your university days?” A question Spike had gotten a little tired of hearing over the past couple of weeks.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have an answer for it. He could reminisce about plenty of good times during his time at Canterlot U. He fondly remembered directing his first real film with his friends back in his first year. In his second, one of his films was selected for third place at the Annual Cloudsdale Film Festival. He didn’t come down from that high for weeks. The years were jam-packed with memories he was sure to remember until he was old and gray. But what made the question so irksome to hear was his real answer. One he couldn’t tell even the closest of friends.

“Hey? You ignoring me?” The voice came again, this time loud enough to break Spike out of his stupor. He slowly opened his eyes to meet the speaker. “Are you tired already? That’s weird.”

He was starkly reminded of how close they were to each other as the subtle heat from her words brushed across his face evenly. Staring down at his own emerald pupils was a set of brilliantly blue gems slightly warped by a worried glare. Spike offered a small smirk before he spoke.

“Dunno. I’ve had a lot.” Sunset’s look changed, from one of worry to one of confusion.

“A lot?” she responded. “We only started a couple of minutes ago, I thought…” Her brow furrowed in thought, and her gaze faltered. “Unless you were with someone other than me before now.”

“N-No, I meant that I had a lot of defining moments from Canterlot U.,” he explained. Her eyes widened in realization, before another frown formed on her face.

“So you were listening to me.” Spike’s smirk grew as she glared. “You looked like you’d passed out.” She sighed. “I thought you might have been overworked somehow.” Spike hummed to express his understanding. He reached up, his hands slowly trailing the path of her back before he responded.

“You’re the only person I do this with,” he stated, gingerly. A low hum came from Sunset’s lips before she continued.

“That makes me happy, but it’s not entirely plausible.” Her dominant hand slipped past Spike’s shoulder, and up to his face, where she gently rubbed her thumb onto his cheek. “A young man like yourself is bound to have an active sex life.” She chuckled lightly, just underneath her breath.

Spike laughed along with her before silence reigned once again. The two stared at each other for a moment that seemed to last an age, before silently agreeing to continue what they’d started.

Sunset made the first move, as she often did. Spike let his lips be taken over by her, her tongue breaking through before long. Sunset’s tongue was just as level-headed and measured as its owner, casually exploring Spike’s mouth and covering every inch of it in moments. Spike’s hands pulled down on her body, removing any excess space between their bodies. Despite the cool breeze of the office, the heat between the two made them as hot as fire.

“Mmhm…” As gentle as Sunset could seem, Spike often found himself comparing her to a jaguar in bed. She was calculated, with every action deliberately aimed to bring pleasure out of him. The slow gyrating of her hips, her soft breasts pressed firmly against his chest, both as she dove down on him from above made for a euphoric sensation Spike was sure he’d never get used to. “Hold up…”

“No more waiting.” Her voice was ragged as she caught her breath. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, and her hips pushed the last few inches of Spike’s cock deeper inside of her. A cute, high-pitched moan accompanied it, continuing until the entire shaft was inside of her, twitching and sputtering. Without even a moment of hesitation, she pulled back up, only to press back down. Her voice, which had been full of worry not long ago, now spoke in a low, commanding tone. “Come on, Spikey… Give it to me.”

The words were a spell, one that overtook Spike’s sense of reason. His hands slipped down past the curve of her butt to grab onto her thighs. With a squeeze, he pushed into her, lifting them both off of the bed.

There was a sharp twinge of pleasure that rocketed up Spike’s back and right into his brain as he felt the cum spill out from him. It came in waves, with every passing second carrying another hefty load. Sunset joyfully hummed as her wish was fulfilled.

Silence reigned in the moments after it was all over. Spike fell back down to the bed, and Sunset pulled away from his lips to give them both some much needed breathing room. She continued back, leaning up until she was properly straddling Spike. He broke eye contact first, looking down at the point where their two bodies connected.

“I think that makes four,” said Sunset, following Spike’s gaze. She lifted her hips up and off of him, sitting down on the space between Spike’s legs. With its newfound freedom, Spike’s cock twitched against Sunset’s stomach, slowly losing its vigor in the process. With two fingers, Sunset pinched at the base of his shaft. “Time to get that off.”

She pulled up from the mouth of the condom, making sure to go as slowly as possible as she did. Spike was sure this was only to tease him, but after seeing Sunset’s focused gaze, he couldn’t be sure. Once it was fully off, she did a quick, practiced motion that knotted the plastic in an instant. Once it was contained, she lifted it up to her face and smirked.

“Good semen volume, very healthy.” Spike chuckled at her analysis, which brought a small frown to her face. “What? I am still a professional you know…” Her voice trailed off, and she put a hand on Spike’s chest. “Hey, are you sure you’re alright? If you’re tired, we don’t have to do this.” Spike responded with another laugh.

“It’s alright.” His eyes had closed again, and his hands fell to his sides. Only after a few more moments of awkward silence did he open them again. “First year… when I got that bad cold.” Sunset’s brow raised.

“What?” she asked, confusion clearly written on her face. Spike sat upright, coming face to face with Sunset. He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her another kiss. One much shorter and tamer than hers, though.

“Nevermind. Are you up for another round?” Sunset’s eyes narrowed.

“Sure, but after that, we have to talk.” She sighed. “You tend to say nothing if something is bothering you.”

“True…” Spike resigned himself. “But this time, I promise I’m good. Just felt a bit nostalgic, that's all.” Sunset’s expression didn’t change, but she did protest either. With a sigh, she reached to her side, near the desk that flanked the bed, and into a box. A second later, she pulled out a new condom, just like the last, and held it between them.

“I’ll trust you for now, but I still want to check on you after this.” Spike grinned, his smile seeming to put Sunset somewhat at ease.

“Of course,” he responded. “Let’s do it.”

A fun fact about Spike: he was abnormally opposed to the idea of becoming sick.

His friends often called him a drama queen for being so pessimistic about “just a little cold”. What they didn’t realize is that even a little cold could ruin everything. Plans to have a good weekend out with the boys? Canceled. Want to just stay at home and relax? Can’t, you feel awful. Hell, you couldn’t even enjoy most foods when you're sick. Truly, the devil’s worst creation.

And so, in some sick twisted sense of irony, Spike found himself struck by one at the end of his first semester.

His plans of getting together with his buds from class for an end-of-semester party were dashed as soon as his throat started to dry up. He’d gotten a fever, and every few seconds, he sniffled. It had gotten infuriating. Still, he couldn’t just blow off his final days of school. He’d spent too many of his allotted sick days goofing off, so he had little choice outside of showing up while suffering.

Still, Spike would do most of anything to get rid of this sickness quicker.

To that end, he was set down a path laden with snow. Though it had been a couple of days since it last fell, the path in front of him lacked any footprints. Looking down it, he spotted a small building in the distance. With his goal in sight, he trudged down the path, crunching snow under his boots as he went.

It only took him a minute or two to reach the building. The snow had been shoveled halfway there, so he didn’t have to trudge through snow for long. The front of the building was reserved, looking more like a house than a proper school building. He walked forward and twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open to enter the building.

The first thing to hit him was the smell: the strong scent of Clorox wipes and Lysol. Well, it made sense for a doctor’s office to be sterile, but this seemed to be taking it a little too far. Next were the things around the room itself. He spotted the usual fixtures of an office like this. A couple of beds, both with spotless white sheets, diet and nutrition charts all along the walls, and a counter where various medical papers and instruments were strewn about. Finally, his eyes found another pair belonging to the only other occupant of the room: a lady with a surprised look on her face.

“Oh, a visitor,” she spoke. Spike looked her up and down, noting her head of fiery curls and bright blue eyes. She’d been dressed in a dark sweater, loosely covered by an unbuttoned lab coat. In her hand was a box Spike couldn’t quite make out. “What, haven't you been eating your apples?”

“H-Huh?” Spike asked. “What do you… oh.” The joke had taken him a bit to understand. “Yeah, I guess I haven’t.”

“Sorry about the smell,” she said, returning to her task. She tossed the box in her hand across the room, where it barely missed a large black garbage bag slumped against the wall. She sighed, then stalked over. “You caught me in the middle of my winter cleaning. I like to be thorough, you know?”

“Yeah…” Spike eyed the woman as she corrected her miss, not saying a word. After she turned back to him, he continued. “Are those… condoms?” She lifted her hand, showing him the box she was carrying in her hand. The front was a picture of a horse that Spike had undoubtedly seen before.

“Yep.” She offered it to him. “Need one?”

“No, not particularly. I’m just sick,” he explained. “I was wondering if you had any DayQuil or something to get me through today.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Couldn’t you just get it from the corner store?” she asked, waving the box around in a circle. “I mean, most other students do. They don’t come all the way out here for that.” Spike frowned.

“I’m a college student,” he replied. “A film student at that. I’m extra broke.” The woman laughed, which made Spike smirk as well. This woman was eccentric, but not unenjoyable to be around. “So? Got any?”

“Sorry… but no.” She crossed her arms. “I did a couple of days ago, but y’know… cleaning.” Spike sucked his teeth.

“Damnit…” With his last bits of hope dashed, Spike let out a long sigh and brought a hand to his head. “Guess I’m just toughing this out after all.” Spike closed his eyes. Just hearing that news seemed to bring another wave of sickness.

“Well, hold on now.” The woman spoke up. “There’s still a way to get over the cold without medicine, you know? Or at the very least knock off some of your symptoms for a while.” Spike raised an eyebrow, curiosity spanning his features. “Plus, you’d be doing me a favor, too.”

“Well, I gotta be back to class in half an hour,” he said, checking the clock hanging over the beds across from him. “So unless you’re thinking of making some soup or something—” Spike nearly missed the small package flying toward him in the middle of his sentence. He fumbled to catch it, barely managing to catch it after it bounced off his chest. Once he got his bearings, he looked down at his hands. “Erm… what’s this for?”

“What else do you use condoms for?” she asked, slipping out of her lab coat. With the condom in his hands, he could feel his mind shift toward the gutter. As she shed a layer, Spike couldn’t help but focus on her slightly revealed figure. Even though she was just dressed in a simple sweater and a pair of jeans, Spike could see the curves of her body clearly. Her sweater hugged her chest, and her jeans curved with the shape of her ass. As Spike shamelessly ogled the woman’s body, she grinned, then put her hands on her hips. “Let’s fuck.”

“Okay…” The words came out before Spike even realized he was saying them. He shook his head before continuing. “W-Wait, I mean huh? Why would that help? Won't you just get sick, too? Are you really a doctor?” Sunset paused at his barrage of questions, a small frown forming on her face.

“Yeah. I’m Doctor Sunset Shimmer,” she explained, pointing to a frame on the wall. After following it, he spotted a certificate hanging from it. Sure enough, it displayed her name in fancy cursive, above a declaration that she’d achieved the level of a Ph.D. She’d even got it here, attending Canterlot University. “And I won’t get sick if I wear one of these.” She tapped at her chin, pointing at the mask Spike failed to recognize earlier. She pulled it up properly, hiding her features for a moment before pulling it back down. “Easy.”

“O-Okay, but still,” he murmured. “Having sex can’t help someone with a cold. That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Research shows that people who are regularly sexually active build up a higher concentration of immunoglobulin, or antibodies,” she explained. “And even if you aren’t active, achieving an orgasm can shrink the blood vessels in the nose, improving nasal breathing.” Spike stood silent in the face of her rapid-fire knowledge. After she confirmed his speechlessness, she continued. “And even if none of that was true, I’m supposed to be getting rid of these condoms by the end of the year.” Her smirk turned devilish. “Why not have some fun while I’m at it?”

“Uh… huh…” Spike hummed and averted his eyes. “But like… isn’t this against school policy or something?”

“Unless I’m doing your grades, it’s no problem.” She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. “You know, if you don’t want to do it, you could just say no. I can take a hint.”

Spike opened his mouth to protest again, but the words died in his throat. Though, it was more accurate to say they were murdered. See, Spike’s body had realized that he’d been using the wrong head for far too long in this conversation. To rectify this, starting immediately, any and all inquiries about the situation would be handled by the waist-down office exclusively.

“No, no, no, it’s not like I don’t want to,” he said, gripping the condom in his hand. Sunset smirked.

“Good. Come over here, then.” She beckoned him closer, and he quickly followed. Once he’d gotten close enough, she grabbed his arm and led him to sit down on the bed. Now looming over him, she put her hand in his, pressing the condom to his palm. “You want to do it, or should I?”

“I think I got it,” he said, reaching for the button on his pants. After unfastening them in a flash, he all but ripped them off and tossed them to the side. At that time, Sunset had pulled the bottom of her sweater over her head, exposing a black tank top that hugged her chest tight. Spike whistled, and Sunset chuckled.

“I’ll let you get a feel later,” she said. After her hands went back to work on her bra, she continued. “Is this your first time? You seem like a freshman.”

“Uh… no?” Sunset’s eyes narrowed. ”W-Well, I am a freshman, but I’m not a virgin, I meant.”

“Don’t lie to your doctor…” Her voice was smooth and sultry, almost like it was designed to put Spike on edge. After a bit of intensity, she revealed a teasing smile. “There’s no shame in it, you know.”

“I-I’m not lying,” said Spike with a chuckle. Though he was being truthful, it was hard to keep the nerves from creeping into him while Sunset glared at him. “W-What about you?”

“I get around,” she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand. In the next moment, her pants fell to her ankles, and she kicked them off to the side. “I’m not just sleeping around with anybody, though. Only guys I find cute.” Spike would be lying if he said it didn’t give him a little boost of pride as he heard that. “So… you just gonna stare, or should I put it on for you after all?”

“Oh!” The words made him realize his inaction and caused him to fumble with the condom in his hand. In the next instant, it was out of its wrapper. Spike was out of his boxers even faster than his pants, not even bothering to kick them off before he was already slipping the rubber over his shaft. Once it was properly covering him, he looked up to Sunset. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“You sure are…” she said, not bothering to meet his gaze. She had her eyes on the prize, pressing down on the head with her index finger. The other reached up for her mask, pulling it up and properly covering her face like she said she would. Spike breathed in sharply at her touch. “Excuse me.”

She turned away from him, her ass in full view for a moment before she brought it down. Now sitting in his lap, Spike finally realized how little space there was between them. Her back pressed up against his chest, her ass squeezing his cock against him. As she got comfortable, she shuffled around, rubbing against him slightly.

“Feeling any better yet?” Her words caught him off guard.

“N-Not especially,” he answered, with a small frown. “Hey, are you sure this is going to work?”

“Too late to back out now, big boy.” She leaned away from him, letting him look down her back. She teased him with a shake of her ass, though he was already rock hard. “There’s no way I’ll let you get away when I’m this riled up.”

With her hands on her knees, she increased the intensity of her grinding. The weight of it, combined with the smoothness of her skin was uniquely satisfying. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her breasts. She let out a playful giggle as he squeezed and rubbed them.

“Guess I’m not the only one,” she murmured through her mask. She stood up a bit, then tugged her panties slightly off to the side. Now exposed, she raised her ass once again, this time teasing Spike with the thought of breaking through her pussy lips. Every time she wagged her ass just above his cock, Spike felt the heat radiating from her.

Her descent was almost painfully slow. It was a warm and wet embrace that inched down his shaft, pulling a similarly lengthy moan out of Spike. Once she was near the bottom, she stopped and sighed. Spike pulled her chest closer, almost begging her to fully swallow his length, but to no avail. Instead, she rotated her hips, swaying rhythmically through the air as she did. Protesting with a low groan was all Spike could muster.

“You’re packing.” Spike couldn’t quite see her expression, but she sounded pleased. “Surprised you’re still a virgin.”

“I told you, I’m not…” The words melted away as Sunset leaned into him, lifted her ass up a bit, then slammed it back down. Spike clenched his body, and his cock twitched inside her. With less intensity and a steady rhythm, she continued.

Spike hadn’t been lying. It wasn’t his first time bumping nasties, but it was definitely the first time it felt this good. Even with the condom on, Spike could feel every bit of Sunset as she rubbed and squeezed him. Every few pumps, she’d stop to twist and grind against him, pressing his tip against every wall inside her he could. The way Sunset controlled him felt deliberate and calculated, yet wild at the same time. The minutes ticked down, and Spike could already feel pleasure and heat building up in his stomach.

Thankfully, Sunset wasn’t content with just that. She slammed down fiercely, then took a moment to turn to Spike. With a small push, Spike fell onto his back. She turned her body to the left, swinging a leg over him as she did so. Next, she lifted his leg up, grabbing it and holding it close to her chest. Lastly, her right leg came up from the ground, her knee pressing into the bed between his legs. They’d assumed a weird, sort of perpendicular position Spike had never seen before.

“So you’re a film student, right?” She continued to take the lead, pushing up with her knee before coming back down. She’d also mixed up her angle, so his tip would scrape against a much different part of her inner walls. A sharp slap rang out as her ass hit his thigh, followed by an excruciatingly slow ascent as she prepared for the next one. “Direct anything… interesting recently?”

“W-Wha…?” Spike mumbled. “W-Why are you asking?”

“It’s called small talk,” she said. “I like to get to know people… I’m fucking, y’know?” She wiggled her hips left and right, physically bouncing the cock inside of her around before she continued her routine.

“Isn’t that… hmm, something you do before you hook up?” Spike’s breaths became ragged. He looked up at Sunset, who seemed to have been frowning.

“Hey, don’t act like you’re not also guilty,” she retorted. “Besides, I like to spice it up a bit. Sex can get really boring.” She hugged his leg closer to her chest, the soft mounds flanking either side with a massive wave of warmth. All the while, she ground against Spike, using her entire lower body to mimic an ocean wave. The way her belly moved seemed more like a snake than a human. He couldn’t help but be hypnotized by it. “It’s just up, down, up, down… maybe some dirty talk. Unless that’s what you want…”

Spike opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his throat as Sunset switched position again. She turned to face him clearly, her legs knelt on either side of his body. Now in standard cowgirl, she leaned down close enough to press her chest against his. Her nipples poked through the top clearly. Her eyes narrowed, and her expression (what he could see of it, at least) became much more predatory.

“Mmm, so big… I want all of it.” The words sent a wave of heat up Spike’s body. Sunset responded by returning to her pumps. This time, though, she didn’t seem to be messing around. Her hips took off, filling the room with the sound of ferocious slapping. The sloppy sounds of his cock stirring up her pussy juices drifted in every now and then as well.

Sunset leaned into Spike, her mouth just barely not touching his ear. She let out a long, smooth moan, sending a shock through Spike intense enough to make him feel like he’d just grown an extra inch inside her.

“Come on, baby…” she said, breathlessly. “Give it to me… fill this pussy up!”

Spike thrust his hips upward, nearly sending Sunset’s bottom half flying off of him. His hands shot toward her ass as he pulled out, just to use them to help him slam her back down. The sudden action made Sunset yell out in surprise, followed by a flirtatious giggle. Spike could only muster a few more of those intense thrusts before his body gave out.

With a deep groan and a tight squeeze of his balls, thick bursts of cum erupted from his tip, each one larger than the last. What seed didn’t get caught by the condom slowly dripped down his shaft. Sunset hummed as the condom bloated inside of her, the cum stretching against the rubber and her walls at once. The seconds ticked down until eventually, it stopped abruptly.

Now fully spent, his grip on Sunset’s ass loosened slightly, allowing her to pull away from him. She slipped off of him easily, a thin, nearly undetectable sting of pussy juice following her. She leaned back until she was standing properly, wobbling a bit once her feet touched the cold floor. Spike closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.

For a few moments, everything was silent. Thoughts whizzed through Spike’s head so fast, he had no time to address any of them. Did he really just have sex with some lady he met today? What did he come in here for, again? Medicine? Was he feeling better? He opened his eyes again, slowly returning to reality as he stared up at the blank ceiling.

“Let’s just get that off you.” Sunset’s words brought his eyes south, spotting her just as she reached for the condom still wrapped around his cock. With a tug followed by a quick motion with her hands that Spike couldn’t quite follow, the condom was off and wrapped. She brought it up to her face just as he sat up properly. “That’s quite a lot, especially from a sick person.”

“I guess I’m glad about that,” Spike said with a sigh. “Unfortunately… I think I am still sick.”

“Aw. Look on the bright side, though.” Sunset tossed the used condom behind her, this time accurately landing in the garbage bag. When she turned around, she lowered the mask, showing off a friendly smile. “You had fun, right?” He sighed.

“Yeah,” he admitted. Sunset grinned, bringing a healthy hue of red to Spike’s cheeks. He averted his eyes, glancing at the clock once again. 15 minutes passed since he’d first walked into the office. “Guess I should be going, though. I… gotta get back to class.”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on there.” Sunset placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him sitting. He raised an eyebrow, meeting Sunset’s now devious glare. “You can’t leave before your doctor dismisses you… um…” Spike chuckled.

“Spike. First-year film student.” He stuck out his hand. “I guess it’s a little rude to fuck someone after introducing yourself, so… sorry..” Sunset looked at his hand, then smirked, taking it and shaking. Spike raised an eyebrow as she pulled away, looking at his palm and finding another condom in it. Looking back, Sunset’s grin widened.

“No need to apologize, Spike,” she said, putting both hands on his shoulders. “But if you want to apologize… we could go another round.” Spike opened his mouth to object, but Sunset brought a hand up to his mouth. “Doctor’s orders.” He laughed, then shook his head.

“Alright, but I’m on top this time.” Sunset laughed along with him.

“Don’t count on it, big guy.”

The cold embrace of a bottle of water was exactly what Spike needed after strenuous work. He gulped it down ferociously, almost like it’d be the last bit of water he’d see for a long time. After reaching the bottom, he took in hefty gulps of air. Crushing the bottle in his hand, he lobbed it across the room, just barely missing the black garbage bag that was there. He didn’t bother to pick it up. He’d come back to it when it was time to clean.

Instead, his eyes shifted to the side, where there was a window peeking outside. The view wasn’t great. From this corner of the campus, there were really only trees and bushes. Still, the soothing hues of the sunset crept through, painting the room with orange, yellow, and even pink.

“Hey.” The voice came from behind, but he didn’t need to turn much to face it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sunset was just a slight turn away from his vision. She had her hands behind her head, her blue eyes piercing even the darkness of the room clearly. “Thinking hard, or hardly thinking?” Spike thought for a moment before responding.

“Both, I guess,” he said. “Just randomly reminiscing about the past.” Sunset hummed her understanding.

“Nostalgic since it’s your last year?” She asked even when she knew the answer. With a nod, he made it certain. “What are you gonna miss the most?” Once again, Spike paused, It was a little while before he spoke again.

“I wonder,” he said. “We’re out of condoms, right?” Sunset raised an eyebrow but answered.

“Yeah. That was the last one.” She lifted a box off of the desk next to them, tossing it in the direction of the garbage bag for emphasis. “Can’t believe we finally got through a whole box. What a performance for your last year.” Sunset’s tone was flirtatious as she ran a finger along Spike’s back.

“Last year…” Spike murmured. He looked down and sighed. “Looks like you’re gonna have to find some other freshman guy to string along.” The two went quiet, with only the distant sounds of activity enough to break the silence. Sunset shifted behind him, eventually getting to her knees. She leaned against his back, wrapping her arms around him in a loose hug.

“You know… the first time we had sex, I didn’t cum.” Spike turned to her, his face full of confusion. “Yep. You kinda sucked.”

“S-Sorry, I guess.”

“But now, I can barely keep my voice in when you touch me.” She chuckled. “I think I’ve drilled everything I know into you. You’ve really improved, Spike.” Spike chuckled. Sunset definitely had an odd way of complimenting him, but he didn’t mind it. “So there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go now.”

“Well, you don’t really have a choice,” said Spike, with a dark laugh. “After this, I’m out of school. No more reason to meet up like this.” Sunset was silent. It festered for a few moments before Sunset sighed.

“You do know that this isn’t my whole life, right?” She laughed. “What did you really think I was gonna just go, ‘Aw man, he’s not a student anymore! Time to cut all ties!’?” She continued laughing, her grip on him getting tighter. “Now I know that if I want a good fuck, it’s just a phone call away. And I can tell all my friends I’m bagging a big-name movie director!”

“O-Oh…” Spike blinked a couple of times, then sighed. The cloudy thoughts that swirled in his mind started to dissipate. He felt like he was breathing new air. Had that concern really weighed on him that heavily? “Why did I think…?”

“No clue.” Sunset finished laughing, then placed her chin on his head. “Anyway, wanna keep going?” Spike’s eyebrow raised.

“We’re out of condoms, though,” he explained. Sunset hummed.

“I know.” It took Spike an embarrassingly long time to realize what she meant. His face flushed red, and he turned to hide it. Unfortunately, Sunset already caught a glimpse of it. “Hey Spike… want to make a real final highlight for your school career?” Spike’s hand reached up, grabbing Sunset’s in his own, he could barely contain his smile.

“Alright, but… I’m on top this time.” Sunset squeezed his hand.

“Sure.”

Author's Note

After-Sex Smoke