That Voodoo stuff don't do nothing for me.
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It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in ( Read more... )
It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in ( Read more... )
Everybody's making promises they might not be able to keep, and I'm tempted to tease, to tell her that a little hurt never hurt anybody. But I know she'll try her best to keep that promise, and that's all I can ask of her. 'Sides, I can hold my own here.
The more she lets slip about the son of a bitch who turned her, the more fuel she adds to the fire. Soon as I've got enough information, that boy is gonna get taught one hell of a lesson in the fine art of how to treat a lady, compliments of Lindsey McDonald.
But in the meantime, all I can do is willingly give her what she's never had. Which I'm more than happy to do.
I cant my hips up under her, stifling a little groan of need as she tugs the material down, my freed hands slipping around to work the clasp of her bra. "Are you sure?" I manage, echoing her own question from earlier. "Don't have to do this if you don't want." I pause for a moment, meeting her eyes. "You know I"m sticking around, right?"
And as much as it drives me crazy to stop like this, I need to know that she's not just humoring me to make sure I'll stay. I need to know that she wants this too.
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I'm not sure of anything, Lindsey. I wanted to speak. I'm not even sure of what I am right now, all I know is that I'm not who I was and I'm not who I'm supposed to be. If this wasn't limbo I don't know what is. I wanted answers almost as much as I wanted and needed a distraction.
"You know I"m sticking around, right?"
"I didn't." I admitted, my eyes looking into his and I didn't see even a hint of a lie and I wondered what his real story was that he was so desperate to help me. It just seemed to be his nature of sorts.
I felt his hands move around my back and I reach down for the thin blanket and pull it over us, shielding my body and covering me part way as my bra was gently pulled away from my body. Tossing it over the edge of the bed I rocked my hips and leaned down to his chest, my tongue moving slowly to trace the lines of his tattoo's. The energy coarsed through my body like lightening until I reached up and pressed my tingling lips to his.
"Lindsey," I whispered against his lips, moving my lips over his jaw to his neck and shoulder, my lips finding his bite almost on instinct. "Do you...Do you think that Lorne wi-will give you more blood? I just want...I want to make sure that I don't hurt you again..." I closed my eyes and realized what I said and started to laugh, I was basically asking for some new sort of protection for vampires... I guess they don't make condom's for this type of problem.
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The tip of her tongue tracks a cool swirl along one of the tattoos, her bare nipples skimming over my stomach and making me gasp, trying not to drown under my sudden need for her.
"Lindsey." Lips against my throat, against that bite, and it's starting to feel less and less like a violation and more like a mark of possession every minute. Has she got me under a thrall, or is this all in my own twisted head? "Do you...Do you think that Lorne wi-will give you more blood? I just want...I want to make sure that I don't hurt you again..."
There's a split second pause before she fights back a giggle that definitely doesn't scream 'creature of darkness', and I find myself grinning, our minds obviously having gone to the same place on that one. "I said we'd play this safe, didn't I?" I remind her, trying to remain serious. And pretty much failing entirely.
"This means we've got to get up, doesn't it?" I sigh, faking a pout and letting my hand trail over her cheek. "You stay right here... I can run and get the, uh, precautionary measures."
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This means we've got to get up, doesn't it?"
A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth and I nod slowly, leaning forward and kissing him before pulling back and closing my eyes at the feel of his hand on my cheek.
"You stay right here... I can run and get the, uh, precautionary measures."
I pulled the sheet up and wrapped it around me, watching as he slowly edged off the bed. "Yeah, I'll stay here." I smiled and sat up, the sheet covering me up as I watched him slowly slip jeans on over his waist. In the dim light of the room I could see every curved inch of his body, the way it moved in the dim light. I couldn't wait to run my mouth over every inch of his tattoo's, the energy that I felt before still made my body shiver at the thought.
"Hurry," I whispered, running my fingers through my messy hair as I watched him leave, hearing his footsteps head up the stairs as my body prickled for his return, all other thoughts quickly leaving my mind.
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Pulling my shirt on and doing up a couple of buttons in case of company, I head back into the club. The lights are down and it's still early enough that I'm alone, so I head for the small refrigerator behind the bar, humming to myself. Among the energy drinks and mineral water, there are several clear bottles inside filled with liquid so dark red that it looks black in this light, familiar from the days when Darla was calling my apartment home.
Passing over the small bottle labeled 'virgin' (Lorne's never been one to skimp on expenses), I select a larger bottle of pig's blood. Kicking the fridge door closed, I uncap the bottle and put it into the microwave to warm up, before scribbling Lorne an I.O.U., still humming quietly.
"Or you could repay me right now," Lorne says from behind me, causing me to jump guiltily, "By answering that eternal question: What in the twenty-three hells do you think you're doing?"
"You told me to be careful, so I'm being careful," I insist, grumpy at being startled. He's probably been standing there reading me and getting the wrong impression this whole time. Lorne purses his lips and rests a hand on his hip like the diva that he is.
"This?" One green finger pointed towards the room where Tara's waiting for me, and then back at me, before waggling in a 'tsk-tsk' gesture. "This isn't you being careful, Lindsey. This is you finding loopholes in my advice."
"If you want us gone, I'll pay you back and we're out of here," I tell him. I retrieve the warm container from the microwave and put the cap back on it, ignoring the familiar coppery-sharp smell of it. "But she needs us. There's someone coming after her, some vampire who's going to hurt her. I know you saw it when you read her. And I'm going to keep her safe, with your help or without it."
"I'm not evicting you, blue-eyes," Lorne says quietly. "I just wish that you'd..."
I clap him on the shoulder and edge past him before he can finish that thought, toasting him with the bottle. "Thanks, Lorne. Seriously, we owe you."
I know he's got my best interest in mind, and I feel kind of rotten turning my back on him like that, but what we need to be worrying about right now is Tara. Stepping back into our room and shutting the door behind me, I turn around, and the sight of her makes me pause. My god, she's beautiful like this, relaxed and tousled. This is what Lorne doesn't understand, might never understand. I've got to keep her safe so that I can keep her like this, without the cloud of fear and guilt hanging over her.
"Miss me?" I tease, crawling onto the bed before uncapping the bottle for her.
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An unintentional sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, leaning back on the overused pillows as all the tension in my body starts to dissipate. A small smile tugs at my lips in anticipation of Lindsey's return, my shyness over run by the demon that lives inside me. Only this time it doesn't make me want food, it makes me want him. The craving for the warmth of his skin is something that's become almost too much for me.
Pulling the sheet tighter around my chest I sink further down onto the bed, my hair fanning out over my shoulders as I sit quietly, the beating of Lindsey's heart becoming louder in my ears as he comes down the stairs.
"Miss me?"
I open my eyes slowly and look at him. "Yes," I purr, shifting on the bed to make room for him as he hands me the bottle. Biting my lip I pause, my stomach clenching in anticipation of what I'm about to drink. "Lindsey." I push my hair away from my face before I look back up at him and speak. "Could you not look?" I hated the fact that I needed blood - of any kind - to live on, I wasn't ready to have someone see me drink it like this. I might be a type of animal but I didn't want to feel like one.
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They're nothing alike. And as much as I'd sound like an official member of Team Angel for saying so, Tara has a soul, and that makes a difference.
Quietly, unexpectedly, she asks me not to look. I blink in surprise before shaking my head. "Sure, no... that's fine." And that right there is exactly the kind of difference that a soul makes, isn't it?
I lay down next to her on my back, shutting my eyes and resting my forearm across them. "Not peeking," I tell her, smiling. I idly work the buttons of my shirt with my free hand, talking to give her the time she needs to feed.
"I've got no issues with the vampire diet, so long as I'm not on the menu. I mean, everybody's got to eat, right? Really no worse than sitting down to a plate of bacon, if you think about it..." I reach over blindly and find the cool skin of her thigh, tracing a lazy pattern. "Still not peeking," I assure her playfully, waiting for her to finish.
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"Thank you," I murmur, a small smile tugging at my lips at his actions makes me feel less of the monster that I am. I look down at him as he lay's beside me on the bed, his eyes covered and his other hand 'innocently' working at the buttons of his shirt, exposing skin that I knew well from the previous time with him. The desire and want for him was starting to build and I knew that I had to feed on the bottle or I would end up feeding on his neck again.
"I've got no issues with the vampire diet, so long as I'm not on the menu. I mean, everybody's got to eat, right? Really no worse than sitting down to a plate of bacon, if you think about it..."
A tiny smile find's it's way to my lips as I listen to his logic, bringing the cool glass to my lips I start to drink down the warmed liquid, my stomach clenching and the desire inside me becoming harder and more with every swallow. It wasn't long before I had more than half the bottle down, my fangs breaking through and the muscles in my face twisting and turning into something ugly and vile.
"Still not peeking,"
Lindsey's fingers against my thigh made me shudder and I quickly swallowed down the rest of the bottle, placing it on the side of the bed before leaning over him and running my hand down his cheek. "Thank you," I whispered, leaning in and kissing his shoulder lightly, I pulled back sharply when I realized I'd nicked his skin with my fang, the taste of his blood flooding my mouth and I shook my head, pulling back and covering my face. "Don't look." I tried to calm down but I realized that all the things I used to do to relax were now invalid, breathing did me no good and I wasn't sure how to control this and get my human face back. Maybe I should leave...
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There's a slight sting when she kisses my shoulder, and I bite back a gasp when my lust-hazy brain catches on to what caused it. "Don't look," she whispers urgently. I swallow and nod, but god, this is getting me hard.
"If we keep this up much longer," I murmur, "we should probably invest in a blindfold."
My mind fills in the blanks of what my eyes can't see, but as wild as my imagination is, it's no substitute for the real thing. I'm tempted to just open my eyes, but I want her to be able to trust me. I slide my free hand up her arm, finding her fingers covering her face, and I tug her hands away gently before blindly exploring the new, sharper planes of her face with my fingertips.
"It's okay," I breathe, my fingers ghosting over the hard ridges above her eyes and down a knife-edge cheekbone. God, she's beautiful.
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"It's okay,"
"No, it's not." I swallow hard as my eyes close from his touch, his fingers moving over my skin and warming me from the inside. A soft sigh escapes my lips and I find myself leaning into his touch moments before I lay my body over him, nothing but the sheet wrapped around me. "I'm...I don't w-want to hurt you." His fingers glide over my lips and I smile slightly, flicking my tongue out to brush over his finger. "Not a monster, I'm not..." I insist under my breath, unsure who I'm trying to convince more, him or me.
A muted cracking sound can be heard and I feel my face shift back slowly, the demon slipping under the surface again and allowing me to relax as much as I'm able to. "You can l-look again I think..." I hesitated for a moment, not wanting him to stop touching my face.
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"So don't," I breathe, tracing the soft outline of her mouth, feeling her cool tongue against my fingertip but no fangs. "I trust you. You won't hurt me." She murmurs that she's not a monster, fear and uncertainty evident in her tone, her body still slightly tense against my own.
"You're not, Tara. You're not. You're better than that." The ridges under my fingers slip into smooth softness again and I can feel the tension finally ease out of her. I open my eyes, meeting her worried expression with a smile.
"Missed you," I tell her, faking a brief pout. I let my fingers slip under her hair, around to cup the back of her neck and pull her down to me, savoring the soft press of her lips as much as the primal power I could feel a moment before. She might not believe me just yet, but I am most definitely interested in the whole package here. I want it all, every single part that is Tara.
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