S/D Fic
Present for the 13th! Yay! Like never my writing muse hit me over the head yesterday without reason. Spike/Darla! *happy sigh*
However I have yet to start on my fic for Jossverse Big Bang. *headdesk* I'm starting to think that I won't do it at all and I want to so much. Oh, Spike/Cordy, don't you wanna be written my oh-so-sexy ship?
Title: Coming Back
Characters/Pairings: Darla/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 600
Summary: One vampiress’ desires.
Darla entered the room, her eyes immediately stopped on the dancing pair. They were pressed to each other, the one’s flesh almost sensing the other’s, molding together, becoming one. His hands were nowhere and everywhere at the same time, her nails digging into his skin through the thin material of his shirt. Her mouth was also always occupied, teeth scratching his neck, tongue licking his chin, lips sucking his. Enough.
“Dru! Go find Angelus!”
Darla barked an order to the younger vampiress.
Drusilla turned around, never disentangling herself from her lover. Her brow furrowed in displease.
“Now!”
Darla didn’t raise her voice but the anger behind the word was clear.
The brunette growled but did as she was told. Her Daddy would make it all better, she knew.
“What the fuck was that for?!”
Barked Spike once that Drusilla had exited the room.
Darla didn’t answer. She walked toward him, no hurry in her step, rather, determination. When she got close enough Spike could feel her breathing. His eyes widen. Darla never breathed.
“What-“
Her mouth cut him off. Her lips fastening around his. Her tongue lost no time, diving into his mouth immediately, sucking his into a dance older than both of them. She teeth nibbled at his lower lip then sucked it in and licked it better. Her hands flew to his face, fingers squeezing his cheeks, nails digging in. She drew blood before she even meant to just to make sure that he won’t pull away. She would not, could not, take no for an answer. She felt his hands when they grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. Hunger. Darla smiled against his mouth. Oh, how he’s wanted her. She’d known, she’d known all along and damn, she’d wanted him too. Darla was a woman that got what she wanted. She squeezed him without breaking the kiss. No air needed. She’d found long ago what a plus that was and she pushed her William on the bed with the intention to show him just that and then some. Because tonight, he really was hers.
Darla pulled her shoes on and turned around. A moment, then another. She had to go, she knew that she had to. Damn that thing that said she shouldn’t, it didn’t even beat anymore. Her heels dug into the carpet. She was ready to make a run for the door, she was but instead she turned around again and went to the bed, dropping on it. She crawled next to Spike, hovering over him, her long hair fell on his bare shoulder. She bit his lip gently and pushed her tongue inside his mouth one last time when it opened in a moan. It ended too quickly and she started to get up. His hand wrapped around her wrist.
“Going?”
He didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t have to. He’d always know Darla on the outside as well as Dru, now he knew her as well on the inside too.
“Stopping me?”
Not biting, no poison in her voice, just questioning. That would pass soon, he knew. Spike released her wrist.
Darla’s face darkened. Fine then. She got up sharply and started for the door. And then, she had to stop again.
“I’ll come back.”
It was less than a whisper but if he wanted to hear it, he would.
“I know.”
The empty room met his response.
-*-*-*-
Darla passed the “Welcome to Sunnydale” sign at full speed. She had a vampire to return to.
However I have yet to start on my fic for Jossverse Big Bang. *headdesk* I'm starting to think that I won't do it at all and I want to so much. Oh, Spike/Cordy, don't you wanna be written my oh-so-sexy ship?
Title: Coming Back
Characters/Pairings: Darla/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 600
Summary: One vampiress’ desires.
Darla entered the room, her eyes immediately stopped on the dancing pair. They were pressed to each other, the one’s flesh almost sensing the other’s, molding together, becoming one. His hands were nowhere and everywhere at the same time, her nails digging into his skin through the thin material of his shirt. Her mouth was also always occupied, teeth scratching his neck, tongue licking his chin, lips sucking his. Enough.
“Dru! Go find Angelus!”
Darla barked an order to the younger vampiress.
Drusilla turned around, never disentangling herself from her lover. Her brow furrowed in displease.
“Now!”
Darla didn’t raise her voice but the anger behind the word was clear.
The brunette growled but did as she was told. Her Daddy would make it all better, she knew.
“What the fuck was that for?!”
Barked Spike once that Drusilla had exited the room.
Darla didn’t answer. She walked toward him, no hurry in her step, rather, determination. When she got close enough Spike could feel her breathing. His eyes widen. Darla never breathed.
“What-“
Her mouth cut him off. Her lips fastening around his. Her tongue lost no time, diving into his mouth immediately, sucking his into a dance older than both of them. She teeth nibbled at his lower lip then sucked it in and licked it better. Her hands flew to his face, fingers squeezing his cheeks, nails digging in. She drew blood before she even meant to just to make sure that he won’t pull away. She would not, could not, take no for an answer. She felt his hands when they grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. Hunger. Darla smiled against his mouth. Oh, how he’s wanted her. She’d known, she’d known all along and damn, she’d wanted him too. Darla was a woman that got what she wanted. She squeezed him without breaking the kiss. No air needed. She’d found long ago what a plus that was and she pushed her William on the bed with the intention to show him just that and then some. Because tonight, he really was hers.
Darla pulled her shoes on and turned around. A moment, then another. She had to go, she knew that she had to. Damn that thing that said she shouldn’t, it didn’t even beat anymore. Her heels dug into the carpet. She was ready to make a run for the door, she was but instead she turned around again and went to the bed, dropping on it. She crawled next to Spike, hovering over him, her long hair fell on his bare shoulder. She bit his lip gently and pushed her tongue inside his mouth one last time when it opened in a moan. It ended too quickly and she started to get up. His hand wrapped around her wrist.
“Going?”
He didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t have to. He’d always know Darla on the outside as well as Dru, now he knew her as well on the inside too.
“Stopping me?”
Not biting, no poison in her voice, just questioning. That would pass soon, he knew. Spike released her wrist.
Darla’s face darkened. Fine then. She got up sharply and started for the door. And then, she had to stop again.
“I’ll come back.”
It was less than a whisper but if he wanted to hear it, he would.
“I know.”
The empty room met his response.
-*-*-*-
Darla passed the “Welcome to Sunnydale” sign at full speed. She had a vampire to return to.