Ats - "Every Good Plan" - R (Lilah/?)
Title: Every Good Plan
Author: dreamincolor
Fandom: Ats
Characters: Lilah/?
Genre: PWP
Rating: R
Highlight for Warnings/Spoilers: **f/f sex, blood, bondage**
Summary: Every good plan needs a test run.
Word Count: 1037
Disclaimer: Joss made ‘em, I just put them in inappropriate situations.
Beta’d by: wehavedental, but any mistakes are mine.
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It was dark and quiet. Lilah tried to open her eyes, but couldn‘t.
They were covered, blindfolded. A moment later, arms straining, she found she couldn‘t lift her arms or legs - handcuffed spread-eagle at the wrists and ankles to what felt like, to curious fingers, familiar wooden bedposts. The mattress cradled her back against smooth sheets; Egyptian cotton, the finest money could buy.
It was her bed, but she was outside.
She could feel the warmth of the sun on her face, and a gentle breeze. Laying on top of the sheets, not a thread of clothing covered her, and the warm air moved over her bare, naked skin; along and between open legs, and up over her stomach and chest. A stray hair blew into her face, and tickled her nose.
And Lilah instantly shuddered as something foreign - a slim, cold fingertip - brushed it aside.
Then almost immediately there was the weight of something - someone - small pressing down on her, a dainty figure straddling her and perching on her hips. She could feel the woman’s thighs, smooth and bare, brush her sides as knees dug into the bed on either side of her.
Delicate hands spread out over her stomach, cold palms flat against her skin. The stranger’s body brushed hers where their hips met, the smooth friction of skin to skin coupled with the subtle scratch of curls, telling her the other woman was equally naked.
And under the stranger, Lilah had all but stopped breathing.
“Relax..” The voice was low and feminine above her, as fingertips too cold to be human trailed the length of Lilah’s stomach to trace circles around her navel, tentatively.
“Who are you?” The lawyer’s own voice felt like a far away whisper, echoing out in the silence, uncertainly.
“Well that takes all the fun out of it,“ the words were a purr in Lilah’s ear, and she could feel the other woman’s chest brushing over her own as the stranger leaned in closer, the graze of nipples making her tense involuntarily, “Doesn’t it?“
The delicate figure pressed down closer over her, the other woman’s hair brushing her cheek as a cool mouth closed around her earlobe, sucking and nibbling in a soft, teasing manner. Lilah inhaled sharply, and she could smell a floral, feminine sweetness on the stranger, layered over a more subtle scent. Like vanilla, or something softer.
Something she recognized.
Lilah let her lips part for the whisper, “Darla.”
The stillness of the woman on top of her verified her assertion, so she continued in a firmer voice, “This is a dream.”
“..Is it?” Lips moved down the curve of Lilah’s neck, leaving the ghosts of kisses tingling on her skin. “What, don’t fall into bed with women often? I‘d think what with that heels and power suit thing you've got going, they’d be falling all over you.”
“I read Lindsey’s file on you, Darla,” she pressed, “on what you’re planning on doing to Angel.” Lilah paused at the feel of chill fingers tracing circles down the dip between her breasts, and swallowed. “Playing games like this on him, in his sleep.”
A thumb and forefinger plucked tentatively at an exposed nipple, and Lilah smothered a gasp by biting her lip.
“Well, every plan needs a test run.” A dainty finger looped under her blindfold, tugging it down till Lilah could see the blonde’s lips curving up in predatory smile, her face silhouetted by a warm, bright sun.
Then the attorney watched, heart pounding, as white fangs dropped and Darla’s face, Darla’s forehead, changed into something that was inhuman, a strong shiver moving through her at the new, deadly kind of beauty in the vampire’s face.
“Darla,” her voice was a hurried plea, “we can negoti-”
“Every plan needs a test run,“ The vampire repeated, touching a silencing finger to her lips. “And I’d say..” A moan escaped Lilah before she could gather the pride to stifle it, as the other woman shifted downward, straddling one of the lawyer’s thighs to let Darla’s hand move more freely; cold fingertips petting and circling and teasing between Lilah’s open legs. “This one was a success.”
Then Darla was leaning up and in, and Lilah could feel the graze of fangs on her neck, over her jugular.
Lilah screamed, both in pleasure and pain, as the woman’s fangs tore down into her throat just as slim fingers pushed inside of her, curving and stroking and rubbing against all the right places with a few steady, expert thrusts in and out as Darla began to drink greedily at her neck.
And with every push of the woman’s fingers deeper inside her, and every sink of the vampire’s fangs further into her skin, Lilah couldn’t help but let out an uncharacteristic whimper - her soft cries a melody in time to Darla’s motions, and her body one shuddering instrument at the whim of expert hands.
Then her back was arching suddenly, quickly, and her thighs were straining to clamp down on the hand between them as her body writhed and her fingernails dug into her palms, mind drowning in a sensory overload as she felt her inner muscles shudder and clench hard around Darla’s fingers against her will, as her blood left her, as Darla drained her..
And everything faded to black.
* * * * * * *
Lilah woke in her own room to a twice-snoozed alarm, with her head pounding like she’d been run-over by every bus in LA and her body aching. After a moment to process how many meetings she‘d already slept though, she managed to stumble to the bathroom, and catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
If the circles under her eyes and lack of color in her cheeks hadn’t screamed blood-loss loud enough, the two angry red bite-marks scabbing over on her neck did the trick. One hand gripping the marble sink, she steadied herself against a sudden wave of dizziness.
"That bitch."
And maybe it was the rasp in her tone that came from a used-up voice, or the soreness between her legs that standing was bringing to her attention - but as an afterthought, despite herself, Lilah smiled.
Author: dreamincolor
Fandom: Ats
Characters: Lilah/?
Genre: PWP
Rating: R
Highlight for Warnings/Spoilers: **f/f sex, blood, bondage**
Summary: Every good plan needs a test run.
Word Count: 1037
Disclaimer: Joss made ‘em, I just put them in inappropriate situations.
Beta’d by: wehavedental, but any mistakes are mine.
* * * * * * *
It was dark and quiet. Lilah tried to open her eyes, but couldn‘t.
They were covered, blindfolded. A moment later, arms straining, she found she couldn‘t lift her arms or legs - handcuffed spread-eagle at the wrists and ankles to what felt like, to curious fingers, familiar wooden bedposts. The mattress cradled her back against smooth sheets; Egyptian cotton, the finest money could buy.
It was her bed, but she was outside.
She could feel the warmth of the sun on her face, and a gentle breeze. Laying on top of the sheets, not a thread of clothing covered her, and the warm air moved over her bare, naked skin; along and between open legs, and up over her stomach and chest. A stray hair blew into her face, and tickled her nose.
And Lilah instantly shuddered as something foreign - a slim, cold fingertip - brushed it aside.
Then almost immediately there was the weight of something - someone - small pressing down on her, a dainty figure straddling her and perching on her hips. She could feel the woman’s thighs, smooth and bare, brush her sides as knees dug into the bed on either side of her.
Delicate hands spread out over her stomach, cold palms flat against her skin. The stranger’s body brushed hers where their hips met, the smooth friction of skin to skin coupled with the subtle scratch of curls, telling her the other woman was equally naked.
And under the stranger, Lilah had all but stopped breathing.
“Relax..” The voice was low and feminine above her, as fingertips too cold to be human trailed the length of Lilah’s stomach to trace circles around her navel, tentatively.
“Who are you?” The lawyer’s own voice felt like a far away whisper, echoing out in the silence, uncertainly.
“Well that takes all the fun out of it,“ the words were a purr in Lilah’s ear, and she could feel the other woman’s chest brushing over her own as the stranger leaned in closer, the graze of nipples making her tense involuntarily, “Doesn’t it?“
The delicate figure pressed down closer over her, the other woman’s hair brushing her cheek as a cool mouth closed around her earlobe, sucking and nibbling in a soft, teasing manner. Lilah inhaled sharply, and she could smell a floral, feminine sweetness on the stranger, layered over a more subtle scent. Like vanilla, or something softer.
Something she recognized.
Lilah let her lips part for the whisper, “Darla.”
The stillness of the woman on top of her verified her assertion, so she continued in a firmer voice, “This is a dream.”
“..Is it?” Lips moved down the curve of Lilah’s neck, leaving the ghosts of kisses tingling on her skin. “What, don’t fall into bed with women often? I‘d think what with that heels and power suit thing you've got going, they’d be falling all over you.”
“I read Lindsey’s file on you, Darla,” she pressed, “on what you’re planning on doing to Angel.” Lilah paused at the feel of chill fingers tracing circles down the dip between her breasts, and swallowed. “Playing games like this on him, in his sleep.”
A thumb and forefinger plucked tentatively at an exposed nipple, and Lilah smothered a gasp by biting her lip.
“Well, every plan needs a test run.” A dainty finger looped under her blindfold, tugging it down till Lilah could see the blonde’s lips curving up in predatory smile, her face silhouetted by a warm, bright sun.
Then the attorney watched, heart pounding, as white fangs dropped and Darla’s face, Darla’s forehead, changed into something that was inhuman, a strong shiver moving through her at the new, deadly kind of beauty in the vampire’s face.
“Darla,” her voice was a hurried plea, “we can negoti-”
“Every plan needs a test run,“ The vampire repeated, touching a silencing finger to her lips. “And I’d say..” A moan escaped Lilah before she could gather the pride to stifle it, as the other woman shifted downward, straddling one of the lawyer’s thighs to let Darla’s hand move more freely; cold fingertips petting and circling and teasing between Lilah’s open legs. “This one was a success.”
Then Darla was leaning up and in, and Lilah could feel the graze of fangs on her neck, over her jugular.
Lilah screamed, both in pleasure and pain, as the woman’s fangs tore down into her throat just as slim fingers pushed inside of her, curving and stroking and rubbing against all the right places with a few steady, expert thrusts in and out as Darla began to drink greedily at her neck.
And with every push of the woman’s fingers deeper inside her, and every sink of the vampire’s fangs further into her skin, Lilah couldn’t help but let out an uncharacteristic whimper - her soft cries a melody in time to Darla’s motions, and her body one shuddering instrument at the whim of expert hands.
Then her back was arching suddenly, quickly, and her thighs were straining to clamp down on the hand between them as her body writhed and her fingernails dug into her palms, mind drowning in a sensory overload as she felt her inner muscles shudder and clench hard around Darla’s fingers against her will, as her blood left her, as Darla drained her..
And everything faded to black.
* * * * * * *
Lilah woke in her own room to a twice-snoozed alarm, with her head pounding like she’d been run-over by every bus in LA and her body aching. After a moment to process how many meetings she‘d already slept though, she managed to stumble to the bathroom, and catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
If the circles under her eyes and lack of color in her cheeks hadn’t screamed blood-loss loud enough, the two angry red bite-marks scabbing over on her neck did the trick. One hand gripping the marble sink, she steadied herself against a sudden wave of dizziness.
"That bitch."
And maybe it was the rasp in her tone that came from a used-up voice, or the soreness between her legs that standing was bringing to her attention - but as an afterthought, despite herself, Lilah smiled.