We're just like dynamite...blowin' up all night
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The way he fills me, presses into me and stops this aching that I have inside me. Even if it's for a moment it's just what I need, what I crave right now.
"God... yeah, like that..." I rock my hips slowly and with determined movements against his hips, feeling him gasp and arch with each circle of my hips. Nothing about this ( Read more... )
The way he fills me, presses into me and stops this aching that I have inside me. Even if it's for a moment it's just what I need, what I crave right now.
"God... yeah, like that..." I rock my hips slowly and with determined movements against his hips, feeling him gasp and arch with each circle of my hips. Nothing about this ( Read more... )
First things first, the smell of blood all over her can't be doing anything to calm her down. She's light and utterly compliant when I help her up, like a rag doll, or somebody who's been forcibly trained into obedience. I'm not sure I really want to know what happened to make her into this. "Come on, Lady Macbeth. Let's get this blood off you."
I test the water temperature against my own skin like I'm bathing one of my kid brothers, although her skin is probably a lot less sensitive than a human's anyway. She just stands there, letting the water pour over her, the blood coming away in pink rivulets that swirl on the floor of the shower, spiraling towards the drain like that scene in 'Psycho'. Lovely.
"One day," I tell her quietly, just talking for the sake of filling the silence, "I think I'd like to go on a normal date. It might be neat." I ( ... )
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A small but manic laugh escapes my lips and I look at him. "So you thought this was a date..." I close my eyes and sigh, shaking my head before I pause and look at him. "Sounded almost like you were askin' me out Lindsey." That wasn't going to happen, that couldn't happen. I had to get rid of him and find Angel as quick as I could so he could help me. Or something.
I sigh softly and rest my head against his shoulder, his soaked shirt pressing into my skin and I can feel the warmth of his skin beating into mine, making me groan and crave that warmth again. Not stolen, but my own. Spike took that dream from me, he took all my dreams from me.
"I've spent a lot more time on things a lot less interesting than you. I'm not going anywhere, so you might as well get used to me. Now be a doll and tilt your head back for me, sweetheart." "Why? Why do you w-want to stay..." I murmured, blinking the tears away and tipping my head back like he asked. "I t-tried - and did - ( ... )
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She leans into my touch, and for a moment, I don't remember how to react. Since I left Wolfram & Hart, shedding the suits and legalese lingo, I've become much more of an animal than I would've liked to believe. I can fight, and I can fuck, and I can keep myself alive. But this gentle intimacy leaves me helpless and lost. When did the game change? I concentrate on rinsing the last of the blood out of her hair and not letting her slip to the floor, as her murmured monologue turns quietly frantic again.
"D-don't...don't make me w-want to count on you just f-for you to... move back to your life..."
My laugh is abrupt and humorless as I reach for a towel. "My life," I chuckle dryly, wrapping ( ... )
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"You have a heartbeat." I speak flatly, feeling jealousness fill my viens at the sound and feel of his heartbeat. He had one and it seemed by all of his actions tonight were on a path for distruction, like he didn't care about his life. Maybe this would make him change his mind, think about what he has. A heartbeat is a gift.
Thankfully he doesn't say anything about the scars, I know he'll ask later but for the moment he keeps quiet, leaving me to my quiet murmurs and contimplation over what I've lost. I feel his body warm against mine and I just let him manipulate me into whatever he needed done, leaving me standing there as he reached for a towel, wrapping it around me and I pulled my long hair out from under it, letting it fall down my back and shoulders when I heard ringing.
"Oh, for the love of... my phone's ringing and I'm not leaving you in here with this mess...Don't worry, it's Lorne. He's the only one who has my number. He's probably phoning to tell me I ( ... )
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"Hello?"
"Crumbcake! Oh, I'm so glad you're alive!"
"No thanks to you," I counter, "What the hell happened to my early warning system, huh?"
"Uh-uh, no way, José. You're not pinning this on my pretty horned head, buster. Damien said you two took off faster than the speed of common sense."
I snort, dragging my fingers through my hair. "Damien has a big mouth. Next time, maybe he ought to use it to, I don't know, warn me?" I glance over at Tara, who's watching me, her eyes glinting from the shadows. She looks like she's starting to shiver... probably with hunger. She lost a lot of blood in the bathroom, and vampires don't get cold. "Doesn't matter. It turned out all right."
"All's well that ends with a pile of dust," Lorne quips ( ... )
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What was really getting to me is the images that flooded my mind, the images of those I loved and cared about dead at my hand, Spike twisting my mind so much that I ended up killing for him because the chip wouldn't let him.
"Hungry?"I nodded, not realizing till then that I was crying, images flooding my mind of what I did to him and what nearly happened. I nearly killed him, the only person that's been nice to me and I nearly killed him ( ... )
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Well. Twice burned, if you count Darla. Maybe I’m not as smart as I’d like to believe.
"Whore."I take an automatic step towards her, shocked at the sudden loathing in her voice. “Hey…” But she’s not listening to me, busy finding something to wear. Slipping the small crucifix into the waistband of my jeans, I give her some privacy as I retrieve my shirt, chucked somewhere between the wall and the bed ( ... )
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Licking my lips I move over and pick up my brush, quickly running it through my hair and letting it fall in waves down my back before running my fingers through it and looking over at Lindsey who kept stealing glances at me; almost like he was trying to study me.
“Come on, Tara. Let’s see about getting you something to eat that won’t bite back.”I nod and pick up the room key and slip the card in my back pocket. "Ok," Licking my lips I close the door behind us and wrap my arms around myself as we head down the hotel elevator and onto the lobby. I pick up the pace, trying to make my way through as fast as I can, too many mirrors for me to cast no reflection in ( ... )
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Priorities, Lindsey, priorities. Like the big damn mirrors that don't show a reflection as Tara hurries past them. My god, but I'm off my game not to have noticed those on the way in. I scramble to catch up with her, hesitant to let her out of my sight.
I won't screw up like I did with Darla. This girl I'm gonna keep safe.
"I'll answer a-anything you ask me. Just ask already," she offers quietly. I glance at her in surprise. Now why would she offer a thing like that to a guy who'd been, until recently, no more than a walking talking meal?
"Baby, you could talk for hours and I'd still have questions." Here's the streetlight where I let my guard fall on the promise of one wild night to make me forget. And there's the shop where I realized how cold she was, and didn't pay a bit of attention. Idiot."Why me?" The question slips out before I can register just how pathetic it sounds. I shove my ( ... )
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"I don't talk for h-hours, Lindsey." I murmured, my hands digging into my pockets as I followed him back to the club. My eyes were down and I watched the street as we walked, taking small glances at Lindsey as we walked.
"Why me?"His question slips from his lips and I find myself laughing. Running my fingers through my hair I shook my head and slowed my laugh down. "I-I'm sorry," I sighed and looked over at him. "That w-wasn't pathetic it's just out of everything that's the heavy loaded question to ask." My hands dug further into my pockets and I sighed, shaking my head and looking up ahead. "I don't know ( ... )
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Despite the situation, it makes me smile. "Yeah, I'm picking up on that."
I glance over when she laughs, startled, but she apologizes quickly and the answer that eventually finds its way out... leaves me breathless with the truth of it. See? This is exactly why I never get my palms read or fool with that tarot stuff. Somebody might hit as close to home as she just landed. I stay quiet, not sure what to say to an insight like that.
"You don't h-have to help me or anything you know; I'll be ok..."
"I know I don't have to," I interrupt her quietly, before glancing over to meet her eyes. "But I'm going to." The confusion in her expression makes me look away, on the pretense of fumbling through my pockets for the after-hours key Lorne gave me.
"Besides, you need me to let you in," I add pragmatically, with a lopsided smile. I swing the door open and wait for her to make her choice.
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"I know I don't have to...But I'm going to."Why? That's the only clear thought in my mind is why. Why was this man who had obvious issues and was so determined to hide in the most exposed city willing to help me? It started to make me panic a bit and worry exactly what his motives were ( ... )
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"Why?"
I turn to face her, confused. "Why me? Why am I not ash Lindsey? I should be," she continues, the vulnerability clear in her voice, despite the fact that she could probably snap my neck if she was so inclined. I'm still weak, and even that short walk took it out of me more than I'd like to admit.
"Plenty of vampires that should be ash who aren't," I reply. "And some who are ash that..." I break off with a shrug
The fact of the matter is, she should be living and breathing and, from the look of her, signing up for some great college that she can write home about. She should be falling in love, or looking after a little sister, or getting a suntan just for the hell of it.
Nobody ever said the world was fair.
"I think you could use a friend about now," I tell her. "We don't have to both be lost. Now come on... let's get you a drink."
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"I know." I start to speak more but a look comes over his face and it makes me hurt, it's sadness and helplessness that I see in his eyes and I know that what I said before is true. He's as lost as I felt and that's why we gravitated towards each other, maybe we had something the other needed.
"I think you could use a friend about now...We don't have to both be lost. Now come on... let's get you a drink."
His words feel like a ton of bricks and a breath of fresh air all at once. I look into his eyes for a moment and smile slightly, reaching my hand out I ghost my fingers over his arm and kiss his cheek. "I don't want to be lost anymore," I whisper against his skin. "I'll let you come find me." Ducking my head down I pull away and walk over to the bar, sitting in the corner at the stool I was at last night and waiting for him.
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Her fingers are cool against my skin, sending goosebumps racing up my arm, and when she tilts her head up to kiss my cheek... (No sudden movements, Lindsey.)... it shouldn't feel so damn comfortable. So sweet. "I'll let you come find me."I'm not sure what I'm going to do exactly, but the urge to take her by the arms and kiss her mouth comes to mind. But she walks away before I get up the nerve to make that move. Safer that way. I swallow hard, trying to pull myself together ( ... )
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