[Drabble] Perks
Title: Perks
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Lost Girl
Type: Television
Characters/Pairing: Dyson/Bo
Word Count: 227
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Bo enjoys perks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl nor the characters, just borrowing them from Showcase for a little while.
Author's Notes: So, I started watching Lost Girl on Netflix the other day. I'm only five episodes into the the first season, so I'm not sure how the show is going to go, but I'm loving it all the same. It's really really cheesy, but I'm enjoying it a whole bunch, and this nasty drabble is the response to that enjoyment. It kinda reminds of BtVS, but that's pushing it.
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The exuberant rush set fire to her body with each brush and mold of their lips. His life force flowed into her mouth and every nerve ending was alive with that realization.
Being Fae did have it’s perks, and Bo was sure enjoying them.
It was a miracle to her, knowing that when they were wore out and drained that he would not be laying there dead, smiling up at her with that sick grin that all her victims held in their last moments.
Being a succubus had it’s perks too, she’d admit, enjoying the hard grip Dyson had on her hips, effortlessly lifting her up into his arms, her legs knowingly straddling his waist as he carried her to her bed.
He growled, another wave of heat crashing through her, causing her to moan in response.
“Just friends with benefits,” she heard herself mumble against his lips, his fangs catching her bottom lip, making her moan into his fierce kiss.
“Definitely,” he said, his voice all hoarse and gruff as he unceremoniously dropped her onto the mattress, grinning wide at her gasp of surprise.
He watched as her irises flickered eerily blue, the physical mark of her being a Fae, and he allowed himself to let the chains binding his powers slip, his own eyes filling with blackness, his irises melting from hazel to brilliant gold.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Lost Girl
Type: Television
Characters/Pairing: Dyson/Bo
Word Count: 227
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Bo enjoys perks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl nor the characters, just borrowing them from Showcase for a little while.
Author's Notes: So, I started watching Lost Girl on Netflix the other day. I'm only five episodes into the the first season, so I'm not sure how the show is going to go, but I'm loving it all the same. It's really really cheesy, but I'm enjoying it a whole bunch, and this nasty drabble is the response to that enjoyment. It kinda reminds of BtVS, but that's pushing it.
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The exuberant rush set fire to her body with each brush and mold of their lips. His life force flowed into her mouth and every nerve ending was alive with that realization.
Being Fae did have it’s perks, and Bo was sure enjoying them.
It was a miracle to her, knowing that when they were wore out and drained that he would not be laying there dead, smiling up at her with that sick grin that all her victims held in their last moments.
Being a succubus had it’s perks too, she’d admit, enjoying the hard grip Dyson had on her hips, effortlessly lifting her up into his arms, her legs knowingly straddling his waist as he carried her to her bed.
He growled, another wave of heat crashing through her, causing her to moan in response.
“Just friends with benefits,” she heard herself mumble against his lips, his fangs catching her bottom lip, making her moan into his fierce kiss.
“Definitely,” he said, his voice all hoarse and gruff as he unceremoniously dropped her onto the mattress, grinning wide at her gasp of surprise.
He watched as her irises flickered eerily blue, the physical mark of her being a Fae, and he allowed himself to let the chains binding his powers slip, his own eyes filling with blackness, his irises melting from hazel to brilliant gold.