Darkship Prompt Meme: Tie Me Up, Take Me Down [George/Daisy]
Darkship Prompt Meme
Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Pairing: George/Daisy
Tie me up, take me down
Hey ya, doggy, she says. He turns around to look at her, lets a growl scape. She laughs.
Fuck off, Daisy, he mumbles. He's trying to sound menacing, but it just comes out like a whine, like he's scared -which he probably is. She's a vampire, after all, and a pretty powerful one, and she may have been playful, funny, she may have been good company for a while, but, really, instincts are difficult to overcome. They're natural enemies, and they both know it. Which is exciting and, at the same time, dangerous.
You smell good, she tells him, face so near his he can nearly count her eyelashes. George takes a step back -he's not scared, not exactly; he just knows what's going to happen, and he doesn't like it. There's Nina, after all -there's the woman he cannot look at without feeling guilty, now that he knows the truth. The one he loves, the one that has make him realize just how much of a monster he actually is.
Leave me alone, he pleads, voice ridiculously high-pitched, eyes wide open with lust and hate and everything he cannot express with words. Leave me -and she kisses him, right then, lips and tongue and saliva, and he doesn't realize when he's closed his eyes, exactly. When he's stopped being the good guy, the nice one, and become the wolf, hunger overcoming everything else. Hunger of flesh, of blood. Hunger of her.
She actually groans when his hands rip her clothes off her body; they're in the middle of a parking lot, but who has ever cared. George can feel the heat, can smell the sweat and hear the ragged breath of hers; he knows this is not okay, he knows he owes Nina something more than eternal guilt and a goodnight kiss, but there's not really time to think, to do anything other than touch Daisy, huge hands cupping her breasts while her mouth runs along his neck. I should kill you, she whispers into his ear; he growls again, pushes them both against a wall.
Then everything's quick, dirty, wild; he doesn't take a lot of time. Her skirt falls to the ground and his pants are ripped open, and she's playing with his nipples while he licks and sucks her skin, unable to wait, to concentrate in anything for too long. Full moon approaching; it is difficult to mantain a focus. And then he pushes inside her, no asking nor caring, and she comes and tightens herself around his cock. He doesn't last much more; all in all, their meeting can have barely lasted half an hour.
I should have kill you, she says again, looking less convinced this time. Why haven't you, then?, he asks, as he begins to look more and more like himself, like the nice guy nobody could suspect to be a nightmarish beast once a month -maybe more than that.
She doesn't answer. Instead, she kisses him again, tongue running over his bottom lip, and bites. Next time, she swears, I'll bring a leash, and smirks. Goodbye, doggy.
And, the moment she leaves, he lets himself fall to the floor.
Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Pairing: George/Daisy
Tie me up, take me down
Hey ya, doggy, she says. He turns around to look at her, lets a growl scape. She laughs.
Fuck off, Daisy, he mumbles. He's trying to sound menacing, but it just comes out like a whine, like he's scared -which he probably is. She's a vampire, after all, and a pretty powerful one, and she may have been playful, funny, she may have been good company for a while, but, really, instincts are difficult to overcome. They're natural enemies, and they both know it. Which is exciting and, at the same time, dangerous.
You smell good, she tells him, face so near his he can nearly count her eyelashes. George takes a step back -he's not scared, not exactly; he just knows what's going to happen, and he doesn't like it. There's Nina, after all -there's the woman he cannot look at without feeling guilty, now that he knows the truth. The one he loves, the one that has make him realize just how much of a monster he actually is.
Leave me alone, he pleads, voice ridiculously high-pitched, eyes wide open with lust and hate and everything he cannot express with words. Leave me -and she kisses him, right then, lips and tongue and saliva, and he doesn't realize when he's closed his eyes, exactly. When he's stopped being the good guy, the nice one, and become the wolf, hunger overcoming everything else. Hunger of flesh, of blood. Hunger of her.
She actually groans when his hands rip her clothes off her body; they're in the middle of a parking lot, but who has ever cared. George can feel the heat, can smell the sweat and hear the ragged breath of hers; he knows this is not okay, he knows he owes Nina something more than eternal guilt and a goodnight kiss, but there's not really time to think, to do anything other than touch Daisy, huge hands cupping her breasts while her mouth runs along his neck. I should kill you, she whispers into his ear; he growls again, pushes them both against a wall.
Then everything's quick, dirty, wild; he doesn't take a lot of time. Her skirt falls to the ground and his pants are ripped open, and she's playing with his nipples while he licks and sucks her skin, unable to wait, to concentrate in anything for too long. Full moon approaching; it is difficult to mantain a focus. And then he pushes inside her, no asking nor caring, and she comes and tightens herself around his cock. He doesn't last much more; all in all, their meeting can have barely lasted half an hour.
I should have kill you, she says again, looking less convinced this time. Why haven't you, then?, he asks, as he begins to look more and more like himself, like the nice guy nobody could suspect to be a nightmarish beast once a month -maybe more than that.
She doesn't answer. Instead, she kisses him again, tongue running over his bottom lip, and bites. Next time, she swears, I'll bring a leash, and smirks. Goodbye, doggy.
And, the moment she leaves, he lets himself fall to the floor.