It's February 13 somewhere in the world ...
And it might even be in paratti's, though we're a few minutes short, here. In any case, a little birthday prezzie for the lovely (and deliciously evil) Lesley. A birthday drabble, Spike/Illyria, post-NFA, rated R. Happy Birthay, pet. :-)
Cool Blue
He’d expected cold, when the end came. He’d expected to be alone. Neither was the case. Heat permeated every pore, and it was hard for a vampire to find relief from the midnight sun.
Then cool blue soothed his parched skin, and words like mistress or pet - or even love - had no meaning, anymore.
“You should go, Blue. Raise your armies. That might be possible now, you know. Air’s rife with possibilities; all kinds of magic. Can you feel it?”
Small hands splayed against his chest; slender hips straddled his own.
“I feel ... “ she said, struggling, “I feel ... for you.”
Cool Blue
He’d expected cold, when the end came. He’d expected to be alone. Neither was the case. Heat permeated every pore, and it was hard for a vampire to find relief from the midnight sun.
Then cool blue soothed his parched skin, and words like mistress or pet - or even love - had no meaning, anymore.
“You should go, Blue. Raise your armies. That might be possible now, you know. Air’s rife with possibilities; all kinds of magic. Can you feel it?”
Small hands splayed against his chest; slender hips straddled his own.
“I feel ... “ she said, struggling, “I feel ... for you.”