sometimes i do dangerous things

Sep 06, 2005 01:17

You'd think that in my former line of work nothing would surprise me, now though, I can say that I have been surprised. Tara Mclay has thrown my entire world off it's fucking access, and I'm not exactly all that worried about it. I should be, considering I've now literally gotten into bed with a vampire. A Vampire whose soul is somehow still in her ( Read more... )

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theurbancowboy September 6 2005, 22:44:44 UTC
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her refusal to drink human blood. I guess I should have expected as much, but from what I hear you can survive off any blood but the only way to actually feel full is to get some human blood in you. Of course taking Darla's word for anything was probably not the best idea in the world. She was a lying heartless bitch.

"You should mix some in with the pig, it's suppose to be better for you." I knew she wouldn't but I didn't care and I didn't care if it pissed her off.

I barely registered her moving towards me and pulling me up and then pushing me down to sit on the bed. Guess I'm a little transparent huh?

I shook my head at her words, "No, You are not going anywhere near anything having to do with Wolfram and Hart and I'm not backing down on that alright? You have no idea what they'd do to you if they ... Just no alright. I'll figure it out."

I shrugged off her arms and got up and paced over a small few feet of the room. She would not have anything, no, that part of my life is over for good if I have anything to say about it. I'm pretty lucky it's light outside or I'm sure she'd get pissed off and leave.

"I'm going to take a shower, you should eat ok."

I walked over to her and kissed her forehead lightly before heading to the bathroom and running myself a shower, as if I could wash them away if the water was hot enough. Tara could not get involved, she had enough problems as it was, my shit was not going to add to it if I had anything to say about it.

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sexytarawitch September 6 2005, 22:59:44 UTC
I watched kind of stunned as he headed into the bathroom, shrugging me off like some dirty shirt. Why am I still here? Why do I even care about him? If I wanted this kind of treatment I would have stayed with Spike.

But I don't grab my coat and leave. I get up and head back into the kitchen to take the blood from the microwave. Without much of a thought I closed my eyes and drank it down as quickly as I could. I went into the fridge and paused as I headed for another container, my eyes catching the human blood. "No, I can't. Better or not. I need to control myself before I even think about it."

I ignored the blood all together, I had enough for now. Running my fingers through my hair I held the sheet to me as I walked over to the window. I could feel the sun even though the blinds were down and my eyes caught sight of his papers.

The urge to look was very tempting and even though I knew I shouldn't...I did. He was helping me and I wanted to help him, I felt like I kind of needed to.

I found some of his papers that said Wolfram & Hart on them, picking them up I sat on the chair and started reading, my ears tuned in and listening to Lindsey in the shower. I ended up reading them and finding out things about this place that I thought was only in nightmares.

Bringing people back from the dead? It's not like that worked, or did it? Willow failed trying.

The urge to know more over took me and I put everything back the way I'd found it before dropping the sheet and heading in after him. I paused at the doorway and grinned at his naked form through the shower doors.

Pulling the door open and closing it behind me I pressed myself up against his back, a low groan escaping both our lips as I ran my hands over his body till my hand wrapped around the soap in his hand and taking over.

"Lindsey." I murmured against his skin. "Tell me about where you worked before?" I turned him slowly and ran my hands over his chest, pressing him to the wall as I leaned up and started kissing his neck, nipping and sucking at his pulse point, pressing my body against his. One thing about being a vampire that I kind of liked: The ability to do something like this and not feel so much like I wanted to run and hide.

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theurbancowboy September 6 2005, 23:08:16 UTC
The shower was practically scalding and I took my time washing myself off, I needed to think. There was no way out of these contracts, no way, so many people had tried and ended up in wrath for their efforts, that place wasn't somewhere I wanted to call home, even if I knew I wouldn't be quite aware of the situation.

I don't know how long I was in there before Tara slipped in, I couldn't help the groan as she ran her hands over me. Fuck this woman was going to be the death of me.

When she asked about them I felt my body go rigid. Which was saying something considering how it was already responding to her proximity and that sucking thing she was doing at my neck. Fuck me and vampires? I'm in so far over my head.

"No. I told you. You aren't having anything to do with them."

She didn't get it and she was trying to use her body to change my mind, which the way this was going was going to be my undoing.

Bitch.

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from me for a split second before leaning down and kissing her roughly, she wanted to play? We'd play.

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sexytarawitch September 6 2005, 23:15:05 UTC
Ok, maybe a bit of this demon was coming in handy because when he told me no it just made me want to find out even more. When I was alive I was stubborn, I find myself even more so now.

I looked at him wide eyed when he grabbed me, ready for him to toss me out and tell me to leave. Instead I found my lips on his and his body pressed against me, telling me how much I got to him.

Now this I can use.

A pang of guilt ran through me as I kissed him back, knowing I was going to use my newfound boldness to get whatever I could from him. But it wasn't like I was really using him, I did want him - inspite of sort of belonging to Spike - and I was going to have him.

Kissing him roughly I shoved him back against the wall, grinning at him and dragging my nails down his chest. Biting my lip I ran my hand down between his thighs and wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly while the other tangled in his hair and kissed him back almost bruisingly.

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theurbancowboy September 6 2005, 23:33:14 UTC
Fuck. It's pretty much all I could think as her hand closed around me. I'm doomed, not to mention damned. Fuck if I can think when she's doing that, but it's not like I'm about to make her stop. She honestly thought this was going to get me to tell her about Wolfram and Hart? Maybe the thought had some validity but I had a little bit more sense than that, most days at least.

She pulled back again and grinned that wicked little knowing smile as she stroked my cock.

"Sorry sweetheart, I'm not telling you anything." I managed to choke out, She could stop if she wanted to, I could finish it off myself, not that it was exactly what I wanted to do but I had enough problems because of the firm, I wasn't going to add to hers by allowing her to get invovled.

Her murderous glare didn't faze me and she let me go and started to pout. Now if that wasn't the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.

Screw this teasing shit, I grabbed her lifted her up slid inside her cool depths in one quick thrust, we both moaned and she glared at me as her back hit the wall but arched her back anyway.

Fuck she felt so good.

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sexytarawitch September 6 2005, 23:45:42 UTC
I'll remember this as a learning experience of sorts, he doesn't like when I pout; alright he does but he hides it well. I was starting to find his buttons and I remembered them if I ever needed it. I didn't think I would, I didn't want to either. But I did.

A cry escaped my lips when he picked me up and pushed himself into me, slamming me into the wall and making me graon. "Bastard..." I growled, arching up and pressing my body to his. I could feel myself tighten around him and I wrapped my legs around his waist as I drug my nails over his shoulders.

"You play dirty." I gasped against his neck, biting him just short of breaking the skin with human teeth.

There was something about Lindsey that made me different, act different and feel different. Like it was ok to be me and to pull the demon out a little. I knew he'd still be there when all was said and done.

Using my hands I pushed myself off the wall and slammed him back into the glass doors. I gripped the top of the door's with my hands and rocked my hips against him, pinning him against the glass as I rode him hard and deep, doing everything I could to keep from coming.

"Y-you know...I really...ohhh I really want to help..." I smirked and leaned down to his neck. "I am a witch...could do a spell on you...Make you mine..." I drug my tongue along his neck and felt myself closer to that edge.

A small smirk crossed my lips and I could feel myself spiraling. "Do you want to be mine..." I ran my tongue along his neck and shoulder, nipping sharply at the hallow of his throat. "You feel so warm...Fuck I want to taste you..." I whispered against his skin, closing my eyes tightly and pressing him harder into the glass, trying to pull that feeling away. He'd never let me, never want me to. Not even a little.

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theurbancowboy September 7 2005, 00:09:23 UTC
It was hard to think when she was working those inner muscles, even harder to move when I was pushed back against the class. She was riding me like a prize bull and I wasn't about to complain, she felt too good to put into words, complaing was definately not on today's agenda.

"I'm not the only one playing dirty," I groaned as she twisted her hips against me, Fuck, this woman was going to kill me and I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.

The way she had me pinned I could barely move, but my hands found purchase digging into her hips and I nipped at her neck.

"No one can help me," I groaned into her neck, meeting her thrusts as much as I could with the way she had me pinned. Didn't mind too much really, if she wanted to do most of the work I was going to let her have at it.

"Fuck ..." I shook my head, "You don't need a spell for that baby."

She had to know by now, if not she was fucking blind. Which I guess considering her situation maybe wasn't too far off, maybe not blind but fucking oblivious.

"Don't need a spell ... fuck ... to be yours ..."

I had no idea how I managed an even non-coherent sentence when she was fucking me half unconcious in my shower and the water was starting to get cold.

When she said she wanted to taste me I realized how lucid I still was, fuck if I didn't want her to. I always wondered what it would be like, the fact that she's half crazy not withstanding, I'm not afraid of her. I barely registered tilting my head to the side to give her opportunity. I wasn't going to voice my concent, too afraid to set her off on one of her 'non-human blood' things.

Something inside me wanted her to claim me, which would be exactly what she was doing if she bit me. The question was, could she do it?

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sexytarawitch September 7 2005, 00:24:07 UTC
Something in his voice - or maybe it was his words - set me on fire from the inside. They could be taken as heat of the moment idle talking but I knew they weren't, he meant them and that meant something to me.

Licking my lips I pulled back from his neck when he silently bared his throat to me. My eyes met his and it was almost like one smooth motion when I felt my face shift - something I'm still not used to. I searched his eyes for any signs of doubt or fear but I found none.

Swallowing I leaned down to his neck and ran my tongue over his flesh, the need becoming so strong I wasn't sure if I could stop. "Don't let me take too much...I like you warm..." I guess that was my way of telling him I didn't want to kill him.

I rocked my hips even harder against him and slowly sunk my fangs into his neck, his warm blood coating my tongue and filling my mouth. I drank slowly, trying to have some control over what was going on because I don't know what I'd do if I went overboard. I couldn't turn him, didn't want to and more importantly? I didn't know how.

Not wanting to scar him or rip his flesh any more, so I pulled my fangs out slowly, lapping up and drinking from him as I felt his hands dig into my hips. I could swear I heard him moan as my tongue grazed the marks I left on him, his blood humming through my body as I finally let go. My face shifted back to normal and I cried out against his throat, feeling his fingers dig painfully hard into my hips and I hoped he was right there with me.

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theurbancowboy September 7 2005, 00:37:48 UTC
To say I get the appeal of fucking vampires now? Understatement. The second her fangs slid into my throat I was overwhelmed by this feeling that put every other sexual experience I'd ever had to shame, and believe me when I say I'd had some really good times.

I'd always heard you came instantly when a vampire bit you, it's why it never really became and issue when the victim struggled, cause they weren't exactly struggling when the most intense orgasm they'd ever experenced crashed through them. You don't so much care about dying when you feel like that.

I was surprised enough I still had the strength of body and mind to keep pounding into her as she slowly sucked the blood from my veins.

The second she lapped at the wound on my neck I came so hard it was a miracle the both of us didn't crash through the glass.

"Fucckkkk ...." I half muttered and half moaned. If I hadn't wanted to keep her around before, I did now. Which maybe was an asshole kind of thing to think but have I ever said I was anything but? Yeah didn't think so.

I felt her body go rigid and she cried out my name against my throat as her sex clenched around me so hard my somehow not over-extended cock jerked and I came again. Damn that vampire strength was nothing to scoff at.

Both of us stilled and I managed to reach over and turn off the shower. I clutched at her body, unwilling to leave her depths even as my cock was softening. Somehow I wasn't completely spent and I managed to manuver us out of the shower, her still wrapped around my body, a towel clutched around us and out of the bathroom and onto the bed before I let her go.

"I'm still not telling you anything," I murmured into her hair.

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