[FIC] Scourge, Drabbles (6-11), SPN/BtVS
Series: Scourge
Drabbles 6 - 11
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: BtVS/Supernatural
Rating: PG.
Pairing/Character(s): Dru/Sam/Dean/Dawn
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
In plain speak: I don’t own anything, just my imagination.
Summary: Drusilla made a new family
Hunger
Sensual heat rolled off them in waves, lips clashing as skin rubbed like silk. A choked groan was met by husky laughter, swallowed by pouting mouth. Large hands curved over eager breasts and peaked nubs. Subtle purrs vibrated and slim fingers stroked through long dark hair spread across a smooth stomach.
His head pillowed on her breast, Dean asked why she allowed the brothers to guide their hunts.
She laughed, “The world turns, things change. One adapts or becomes dizzy. ‘It’s always about blood.’ William told The Slayer. Red, black or green, makes no difference, it runs, feeds the hunger.”
Spring
Black menace sat unnoticed, masking watchful eyes in the sun. Light shimmered across mahogany and alabaster.
“See her glowing bright. Green as a spring meadow and just as fresh.”
Words were whispered in one ear, but heard by another’s Spark. Her laughter drifted through the air, carried by the wind into the dark space. A warm day made hot by longing and desire. The scent was caught and the prey unknowing as she basked in the purity of the moment. Singing quietly, Dru listened to the stars as they spoke of the rising sun.
“First light is the most beautiful.”
Lure
A peripheral sly glance to watch their youngest and Dru whispered, “Go.”
Dean tensed to move in and a strong hand flattened on his chest.
“I’ve got this one bro.” Worn pack slung over a shoulder and proud gazes watched Sam’s lanky form stroll across the commons, map in hand & seemingly lost in his search. A controlled stumble and apologies for the collision followed by shy smiles, stuttering hellos.
Eager green heated with a shy invitation, “Coffee?”
Warmth flowed into his, “Sure.” A nervous bite to a lush lip caused stuttering breath and eyes dilated, green disappearing to black.
Wanting
The door opened silently and a figure slipped in, unseen but not unnoticed as two forms writhed on the cheap spread. Clothing shed eagerly and soon three moaned in unison.
“Tell me.”
“I have a date, dinner and coffee after.”
“She wants you, her scent clings.”
“Jealous?”
“No pretty. You’re mine as is she. Mine to turn for her gifts to be full.”
Disappointment flared briefly and a hand bared his throat with a brutal grasp.
“No selfishness my sweet treat. Mummy’s to Make. To complete the circle of our pretty family.”
“Forgive me?” Knowing fingers pled for mercy.
“Yes.”
Made
Early feeding to sate the hunger and careful planning so warm, nervous hands never knew the danger. List was checked; in order. So sweet, like new hay after a rain and his hands shook. She thought he was shy and he allowed her mistake because true knowledge would lose the prize. Not so innocent as first impression and they were sprawled on the floor in front of the fire, long legs wrapped around lustful hips. Holding back was sweet torture and Sam could hear Dru whispering in his mind. ‘Gently my love, as she peaks and Mummy will Make her.’
Lullaby
Vision of her new dawn was filled with a face never expected. “How?” Her tears were expected and a crooning lullaby seemed familiar. “Why?” She wailed. “Spike said you never wanted my life to end.”
Soothing hands stroked. “To keep you on this plane. The Key was not meant for human form. Springtime forced into flesh. Dawn would fade.”
Two pair of verdant yes regarded her solemnly and she marveled at their beauty.
“I still feel like me.”
“The Spark is still inside sweetling. We need our fourth, the Sun to our Moon.”
“Buffy is going to be so pissed.”