AtS: Good Girls Do {Darla/Fred, NC-17}
Title: Good Girls Do
Fandom: Angel (for femslash_minis remix)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Darla/Fred
Summary: A remix of snogged's fic In The Name Of Research. This is Darla's POV and therefore fairly twisted. ♥
This one folds so perfectly with the slightest touch and Darla is smitten. You don't get far in an eternal life without a tendency towards addiction and isn't that what a vampire is? Pure addiction, pure bloodlust. Pure lust. That's all Darla feels now as she presses her lips between Fred's thighs and tastes her pulse through such a thin layer of pale skin.
It's intoxicating and it will never be enough.
Fred stays curiously quiet as Darla works her, clit sliding between her lips, tongue swiping. How easy it would be to make her scream; one slip of teeth and Fred's throat would be ripped raw from it. The blood would spill and Darla would drink... and Angel would kill her before she had licked her lips. Addiction may blur Darla's mind but you don't get this far being an idiot. She restrains herself, something she usually despises, and works on making Fred moan in the more conventional ways.
Darla loves this. The soft skin, the firm thighs tightening against her head as she leans in harder. One finger presses in, then two, but it's her tongue that does the work. Fred starts gasping and then gentle quivering moans fall onto her breaths and soon enough the thighs are twitching and Fred is coming against Darla's mouth with a cry almost inhuman in its pitch.
Sweet Fred with her flushed cheeks and bashful ways. She curls away from Darla quickly and hides herself. It's the kind of false innocence Darla has hunted down repeatedly over these long years. "I don't usually -"
With a slow lick of her lips, Darla grins. "I know," she replies before Fred can finish. "You said. Feels good though, doesn't it?"
Fred's grin flickers across her lips and fades just as quickly.
A slow cat-like stretch brings Darla closer. She's a predator; Fred is her prey. There's more than one thing that gets Darla in the mood to hunt. She wipes the back of her hand against her mouth and laughs. Fred doesn't even try to run as Darla crowds her into the corner of the room, helpless to escape but they both know one well-timed shout would have the others running.
It's a surprise that they haven't charged in guns a-blazing already but then the sounds Fred made were unambiguous.
Fred's wrist is thin as a twig in the circle of Darla's hand. She could snap it like one but she doesn't and wonders if this frightened little girl knows how much self-restraint that takes. "You pretend to be so uptight but look how easily you spread for me." Darla's fingers tighten dangerously and then she lets go. Fred, showing that it's not just her skin that's full of fire, pushes past Darla and puts the desk between them. Darla laughs. "Going somewhere? I haven't finished with you."
"You think I'm scared of you?" Fred asks. Darla raises an eyebrow; the shake in Fred's voice is nothing to do with lust. Fred clears her throat and speaks just as defiantly as before. "Okay, well obviously I am, but that's not the point. You can't hurt me here and you know it. You're powerless and want to pretend you can intimidate me so you can get back some control. Well. It's not going to work."
Despite herself, Darla is impressed. It's all true, it's no big revelation and Darla could not be any more shaken than she already is - having this thing inside her is more than enough for that - but Fred is showing a spark Darla hadn't seen before.
She could stop Fred from running from the room. She could pin the girl down, sink her teeth into the soft part high in her thigh, and she could drink. Darla's always so hungry these days and Fred would taste so sweet. Darla licks her fingers and rests them damp on the drastic curve of her stomach.
When Fred bolts like all Hell is on her heels, Darla just watches her serenely. She'll be back. They always come back.
That's what good girls do.
Fandom: Angel (for femslash_minis remix)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Darla/Fred
Summary: A remix of snogged's fic In The Name Of Research. This is Darla's POV and therefore fairly twisted. ♥
This one folds so perfectly with the slightest touch and Darla is smitten. You don't get far in an eternal life without a tendency towards addiction and isn't that what a vampire is? Pure addiction, pure bloodlust. Pure lust. That's all Darla feels now as she presses her lips between Fred's thighs and tastes her pulse through such a thin layer of pale skin.
It's intoxicating and it will never be enough.
Fred stays curiously quiet as Darla works her, clit sliding between her lips, tongue swiping. How easy it would be to make her scream; one slip of teeth and Fred's throat would be ripped raw from it. The blood would spill and Darla would drink... and Angel would kill her before she had licked her lips. Addiction may blur Darla's mind but you don't get this far being an idiot. She restrains herself, something she usually despises, and works on making Fred moan in the more conventional ways.
Darla loves this. The soft skin, the firm thighs tightening against her head as she leans in harder. One finger presses in, then two, but it's her tongue that does the work. Fred starts gasping and then gentle quivering moans fall onto her breaths and soon enough the thighs are twitching and Fred is coming against Darla's mouth with a cry almost inhuman in its pitch.
Sweet Fred with her flushed cheeks and bashful ways. She curls away from Darla quickly and hides herself. It's the kind of false innocence Darla has hunted down repeatedly over these long years. "I don't usually -"
With a slow lick of her lips, Darla grins. "I know," she replies before Fred can finish. "You said. Feels good though, doesn't it?"
Fred's grin flickers across her lips and fades just as quickly.
A slow cat-like stretch brings Darla closer. She's a predator; Fred is her prey. There's more than one thing that gets Darla in the mood to hunt. She wipes the back of her hand against her mouth and laughs. Fred doesn't even try to run as Darla crowds her into the corner of the room, helpless to escape but they both know one well-timed shout would have the others running.
It's a surprise that they haven't charged in guns a-blazing already but then the sounds Fred made were unambiguous.
Fred's wrist is thin as a twig in the circle of Darla's hand. She could snap it like one but she doesn't and wonders if this frightened little girl knows how much self-restraint that takes. "You pretend to be so uptight but look how easily you spread for me." Darla's fingers tighten dangerously and then she lets go. Fred, showing that it's not just her skin that's full of fire, pushes past Darla and puts the desk between them. Darla laughs. "Going somewhere? I haven't finished with you."
"You think I'm scared of you?" Fred asks. Darla raises an eyebrow; the shake in Fred's voice is nothing to do with lust. Fred clears her throat and speaks just as defiantly as before. "Okay, well obviously I am, but that's not the point. You can't hurt me here and you know it. You're powerless and want to pretend you can intimidate me so you can get back some control. Well. It's not going to work."
Despite herself, Darla is impressed. It's all true, it's no big revelation and Darla could not be any more shaken than she already is - having this thing inside her is more than enough for that - but Fred is showing a spark Darla hadn't seen before.
She could stop Fred from running from the room. She could pin the girl down, sink her teeth into the soft part high in her thigh, and she could drink. Darla's always so hungry these days and Fred would taste so sweet. Darla licks her fingers and rests them damp on the drastic curve of her stomach.
When Fred bolts like all Hell is on her heels, Darla just watches her serenely. She'll be back. They always come back.
That's what good girls do.