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... )
Except it's me and I can't seem to keep a straight face on the matter for more than a couple seconds. "Maybe just a little," I add with a grin, and then her lips are on mine, rough and hurried and still so sweet. I catch her by the arms and roll with her, the sheets tangling around my legs and her desperate little declarations of need like music in my ears.
"Yours. I'm yours," I breathe, lips and tongue and teeth against her throat, slipping down to the baby-soft skin just under her collarbone. We've danced this dance before, and the truth of the matter is still the same. We're still the same people that we were last night, with one set of masks removed.
My hand slips down to cup her breast, thumb playing over the tightening nub of her nipple even as my hips roll down against hers, and goddamn these jeans need to come off, right the hell now. But first things first.
I work at untangling us from that damn blanket since it seems so determined to hide her from me, but it's slow going since I'm still busy covering her face and throat with kisses like she belongs to me. She made me lose all common sense last night, made me let my guard down... enough to let her slip past the barriers of paranoia I'd set up and come in close enough to draw blood.
I think it's long past due time that I returned the favor.
"Gonna drive you crazy, Tara."
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His words are dangerous and deadly to me, just knowing that makes me writhe under him, arching as I feel the darkness inside me desperate to come out and play. No! Swallowing hard I arch towards his body, feeling his hot mouth over my neck as images of the night before fill my mind.
I hiss into the pillow, my hands making fists as he starts taunting my nipples. A low whimper escaping my lips as I struggle to bring my leg around his hips, the sheet preventing me from moving.
Lindsey's lips are hot as they move over my skin, the warmth filling me from the inside as he struggled to pull the sheet from me. He was panting hard by the time it was tossed aside and his chest was pressed into me. "Warm," I moaned, a small smirk crossing my lips as my eyes locked to his.
"Gonna drive you crazy, Tara."
God yes, please. I reached down and started to pull at his jeans, popping the button off and making quick movement of the zipper. "You're too dressed..." I leaned up and ran my tongue over his neck, nipping playfully until he pressed me down into the mattress. "Ohh..." I rolled my hips under him, licking my lips and moving my calf up and down his thigh, studying his face carefully.
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I'd second that comment if my mouth wasn't busy at the smooth skin just under her ear, and my lungs weren't currently remembering how to breathe. All sorts of vague distracting notions are going through my head, and promptly being shoved aside by each breath-taking little move that she makes under me. But sooner or later, I want those answers. (What was she like before she was turned? Was she the shy gentle girl that I keep catching glimpses of when she lets her guard down? How much of this Tara is due to the demon's sway?)
I watched the change in Darla firsthand, saw the way that it warped her. But she'd been cruel before she got a set of fangs. Tara... well, it's only been a day, but I've got my hopes up that she won't take me apart, given the chance.
Good thing too, because with the game that I'm playing, I'm making myself awfully vulnerable.
"Must take a lot of concentration," I murmur idly, punctuating the words with kisses, "To keep from hurting me. Even with the blood..." I let my tongue trace a path between her breasts, over that cool skin down to her navel, savouring the little shudders she makes against my lips. She's as beautifully reactive as any girl would be, just a little cool to the touch. "You should probably just keep focusing on that," I decide, hiding my smile as I nuzzle the soft skin of her belly, my tongue flicking into her navel. "Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt here." I bite the curve of her hip, just lightly, before taking my time working my way downwards, wondering just how my focus this girl has got. Because I fully intend to find out.
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"Must take a lot of concentration...To keep from hurting me. Even with the blood...You should probably just keep focusing on that...Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt here."
A sly smirk crosses my lips and I look down at him, watching as my fist tangles in his hair and I make him look at me. "Must warn you boy, last human relationship I was in was with a girl..." The smirk turns to playfully cruel. "You've got big shoes to fill...So I wouldn't worry about anyone getting hurt..." My voice dips lower and I tip my head back and study the grooves on the pipes above the makeshift bed as his fingers and tongue curl into me and make me arch and ache all the more for him.
"Lindsey," I find myself panting and gripping onto the sheets beneath me, my body rocking up against him as I try even harder to keep my concentration even as it slips away. "Fuck," I breathe, burying my face into the pillow as I feel his hands tighten around my ankles.
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Well, if that doesn't get my imagination running away from me. The low possessive growl I make though, that has to be her bad influence on me. I've known her for what? 24 hours? And already the thought of someone else with her, getting to see her like this, undressed and undone... I can't stand it.
"We'll see about that," I murmur against her cool skin, never one to back down from a challenge. My hands feel too warm against her thighs and I let my fingers dig into the firm perfection of her skin, knowing that I couldn't hurt her if I tried. Pressing her thighs apart and nuzzling the soft skin of her belly with a low groan of anticipation, I set to work teasing her with my lips and my tongue, savoring each little shudder that goes through her.
If the name of the game is making her lose control, I think I'm well on my way to success. Her back arches away from the mattress as I press my tongue deeply into her, and pulling back to play with her clit earns me a muffled curse. Oh yeah, I'm liking this game. I tighten my grip on her, knowing she could easily get away from me if she wanted, but the fact that she lets me hold her like that just makes it that much hotter. My hips work against the mattress and my groan of need is muffled against her flesh, and the way this is going, it just might be even odds as to which one of us gets driven crazy first. But damned if I'm giving up that easy.
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Lindsey is determined to make me beg for him and I'm not sure if I'm able to resist that now, even as part of me inside wants to pin him to the bed and do things to him that I would have never thought of as my heart beat.
A shudder escapes my lips as his tongue moves inside me, my body rocking against him and contracting against his fingers and tongue. "Lindsey," I whisper faintly, my head rolling in the pillow as my hair starts to stick to my face. I can feel my body start to shake ever so slightly under him, the urge to overpower him creeps into me but I resist it, I want him to have this control in this moment, I need to know someone else can have the control...
My back arches sharply under him even as I try to resist him, a low growl escaping my lips as I feel my body get closer to that edge again, that edge of soul numbing bliss he brought me to the night before.
"Li..." I swallow hard and untangle my fingers from the shreaded sheets before digging them into his forearms. "S-stop," I pant, pulling him up to me, "the things you do to me..." I dig my fingers in his hair to kiss him hard.
I pull back from the kiss and run my tongue over his bottom lip, tasting myself on his skin, my tongue slowly lapping myself from his skin before I could even stop myself. I try to wrap my thigh around his waist but my body is still weak and shaking from want. "Need you." The words fall from my lips in a quiet plea for something more that will stay masked in a moment of lust.
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Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. And I don’t care. (Is this what Lorne was so afraid of?)
She’s trembling, her hair a glorious mess against the pillow, and I bend to bite her throat with a low growl just to see if she’ll gasp. "Need you," she whispers. My growl turns into something more like a groan and I kiss her fiercely, looking her in the eye.
“You’ve got me.” I stroke her hair away from her face, not the least bit surprised to find that I’m trembling as much as she is. “Never going to get rid of me,” I add, my tone teasing, even though the sentiment itself might be deadly serious…
“Now,” I add with a wicked smile, my hips already moving in an uncontrollable slow-dance press against her own, “How do you want me?” I rake my fingers up her thigh, feeling every little shudder that goes through her like it’s my own.
Set out to drive her crazy, and where does it get me? Nowhere but out of my own mind, desperate with lust and aching for her.
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“You’ve got me. Never going to get rid of me,”
Lindsey sits up and I look up at him, the words falling from his lips hitting me in a way I'm not all to sure I'm ready to admit I need. "Good," I moan under him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Now, how do you want me?”
My nails dig into his shoulders and I leave welts as I drag them down his chest; my fingers tingling from his tattoo's as I leave my mark on him for anyone to see. The vulgar words fall from my lips before I can stop myself. "Fuck me." It's a quiet plea that sounds so foreign to my lips, I hear my own soft voice in my ears say words that I never thought I'd say.
All thought's gone a moment later when Lindsey grips onto me hard and pins me tightly again to the bed so hard that my shaking stops, causing me to look up at him and lay motionless. Almost helples under him.
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“Fuck me,” she pleads, with the sharp pronunciation of someone who doesn’t curse that often. Who was she before all this? How much has the demon changed her? How much does the soul hold in check?
Plenty of time to find that out. Later.
I pin her wrists to the mattress, her mouth a soft circle as she goes limp in some imitation of helplessness. That’s the way we’re going to play it, huh?
“I was hoping you’d ask,” I whisper into her ear, my mouth sliding down to nip at her earlobe, then the curve of her jaw. I nudge her thighs apart with my own, my grip on her wrists tightening as I move against her, still teasing, knowing that she’s wet and ready from my earlier play. I keep my eyes on hers though. She may be a vampire, but she’s also just a girl who could get scared, and I sure as hell won’t use a pair of fangs as a carte blanche to do whatever I damn well please.
“Ready for me, baby?” I murmur, my voice low and not quite steady. God, I need this as much as she does. Maybe I ought to give Lorne enough money to rent this room for a month and just be done with it…
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