drusilla wanders the graveyard

[no_cakes_today]

He thinks I can't tell. Thinks I don't know what ticks in his head. Lollipop. Lollipop. What flavor my precious? My darling? My sweet? He wants young blood. Her blood. I could smell it on him a mile away. I don't mind sharing. Sharing pets is almost as fun as eating them

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[bleedlikepoetry]

I'm walking through the graveyard toward my crypt with Dawn. I'm sure Dru is out somewhere, hell, maybe she skipped town on me again. And if she walks in on us...well, I'll figure out what to do once we get there. Who knows? Maybe Dawn will take a liking to her and we all can-

...yeah right.

I'm not worried about it right now though, I've got my arm round the waist of a beautiful girl and- alright, here's something I didn't count on. Running into Dru on the way.

...Don't suppose she won't notice me or the girl on my arm?

[lockless_key]

My head is still spinning a little from the club and a little bit from the alcohol still, although it really wasn't that much. My heart is pounding in anticipation and fear, a little bit, too. I mean, I'm going to Spike's crypt with different intentions than just to listen to his stories and stare at him and daydream in my head. It's so unreal.

I lean into Spike's embrace a little and try to concentrate on just breathing. Of course, that plan goes to dust when I see Drusilla. On my sister's grave. It makes me angry, reminds of things I'd really rather not be thinking about right now. Why can't the world just... let me be happy?

I don't suppose we could sneak past the psycho vampire.

[no_cakes_today]

I see them walking. He thinks I can't see it. He loves her. Like Picadilly Circus and Manchester United. I used to be his princess. Used to. Used to.

"My Spike has found another," I whispered. Tears? I'm crying?

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I hear her speak and I freeze. I'd say I looked like a deer in headlights, but right now I'd envy a deer about to get smashed in by a car. Hell of alot better luck than I've got lately. Right now I've no doubt got two of the most perfect women I've ever known looking at me, and I know 'least one of them wants me to make a choice.

Bugger all, how do I get myself into these things?

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Maybe I could convince her. It's not like she'd get hurt, or that she wouldn't be taken care of...that's what I want, to take care of her. I slip an arm around her and run my fingers through her hair, smiling a little when her hand rests on my cheek.

"...you want me all to yourself?" I stroke her back softly, leaning in a bit and brushing my lips against hers. If I could only have-

I want her so much...

[lockless_key]

It's kind of sad, really, he can touch me and I just stop caring about everything. Like all that matters is here, now.

Do I? I mean... seriously. "I've only been thinking about it for over a year."

I don't know why I admit that. I blush again but force myself to look at Spike's face, wanting to see his reaction. Would it just freak him out?

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I kiss lightly along the corner of her mouth, then hear her confession and my mouth curves up into a smile. I tuck her hair behind her ear and cup her face in my hand.

"that long, eh?" Can't say it didn't thrill me to hear something like that.

"what exactly have you been thinking about?" 'Cmon...tell me...

[lockless_key]

"You... mine." Monosyllabillic responses are all that I can think up right now. Or all that I can speak out loud.

Your lips, your eyes, your incredible cheekbones, your hands, your hair... other things. I'd stare at you while you told me your stories and daydream like crazy. I mean, I was fourteen and impressionable or whatever.

"I loved you," I offer. Loved you before you noticed me, while you were chasing after Buffy. Loved you while you let yourself be used by her. You think I didn't know?

"Still do."

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I don't stop moving my fingers over her now soaking creavice, two fingers slipping forward, finding her clit and rubbing firmly, laying kisses across her chest as her hands busy themselves unzipping my buldging jeans. I rarely bother with undergarments and today's no exception, so when her hand brushes upward it brushes right against my throbbing member and a groan escapes from my throat.

I tilt my hips toward her hand to give her better access, hping she'll be plenty curious. While she's pushing my jeans downward I slide my finger forward to investigate that tight little opening. There's no way she's not a virgin, but I check anyways, sliding a finger inside that hot glorious place just far enough to feel her cherry. I'd picked up that skill quick, most the girls in my early days were virgins and there was really nothing more satifying than the noises they'd make when-

woah, now, no thinking about that. This one isn't like that, this is Dawn here....

[lockless_key]

I gasp as he touches me... there, bringing my knee higher and digging my heel harder into the ground. It makes my body shiver, this new sensation. I raise my hips to him a little, knowing that I don't want my first time to be here, now, but also knowing that I don't want him to stop touching me. There are... other things, right?

Carefully, I push his jeans low enough to clear... everything, then slowly slide my hand upward. I have no idea what I'm doing so I'm probably terrible, but I'm hoping Spike can guide me or something. I brush my fingers lightly over the lentgh of him, feeling intimidated. How is... that supposed to work?

His incredible, hard body over mine and his touch on my sensitive skin makes me cry out softly. I wrap my fingers around the top of him, tracing circles over the top, it just feels right.

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I slide my finger out of her and concentrate as well as I can on working my hand against that sweet little mound, now and then putting pressure on her clit. But I wish somebody would tell me how the hell I'm supposed to think about anything with those soft little hands hitting all the right places.

I should just grab those hands and pin her down and- I've got to calm down, and right bloody quick. My regular instincts about this sortof thing aren't going to get me far with this little dove.

I push my hips in closer to hers, my body shifting over her. The noises she makes are making me feel like my insides are boiling. I lean in and cover her mouth firmly with mine as I press the tip of my dick agaisnt her now swollen clit.

[lockless_key]

I kiss him back eagerly, having been wanting to touch his perfect, full mouth again and it just makes things so much more intimate. If you can get any more, you know, intimate.

He presses himself into me and I can't help but cry out into his mouth, accidentally biting down on his lip. My body jerks as if shocked and I dig my nails into his back. I don't want to hurt him, but my reactions are uncontrollable to strange sensations.

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I shrug into my coat, not nearly in the mood to hang around anymore. I can't believe Angel can just roll into town, like he's some savior...

I look down at her and offer a hand to help her up.

"come on then, let's get you home."

[lockless_key]

I take his hand and rise to my feet, then take a small step away from him. I'm not psychic or anything, but he's pretty much radiating anger and annoyance.

"I'm sorry," I say softly. It must be something I did. Otherwise why would he be mad at me?

[bleedlikepoetry]

I cock my head at her a little and raise an eyebrow. What's she so upset about?

"What are you sorry for, pidgeon?"

Somebody's got thier wires crossed here, I sure hope that someone isn't me.

[lockless_key]

"I dunno. You're all... not-happy and stuff."

On the other hand, it could be the news about Angel, he didn't seem to like that so much. I don't know. It's all too complicated. Why do things always have to get so complicated?

I give up on my attempts to fix my hair when my hands get tangled in it and turn to walk home.