We're just like dynamite...blowin' up all night
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The way he fills me, presses into me and stops this aching that I have inside me. Even if it's for a moment it's just what I need, what I crave right now.
"God... yeah, like that..." I rock my hips slowly and with determined movements against his hips, feeling him gasp and arch with each circle of my hips. Nothing about this ( Read more... )
The way he fills me, presses into me and stops this aching that I have inside me. Even if it's for a moment it's just what I need, what I crave right now.
"God... yeah, like that..." I rock my hips slowly and with determined movements against his hips, feeling him gasp and arch with each circle of my hips. Nothing about this ( Read more... )
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My heart is pounding with the rhythm of our bodies moving together, each wicked little twist of her hips sending spirals of hot pleasure coursing through me until I'm panting, but her words still make me grin. "Fuck, yes," I gasp, my hand tangling in her hair as she leans in closer. "Baby, I know you are."
Now passionate words and lust-fueled sentiments whispered in the heat of the moment aren't necessarily supposed to make sense, but it's true. She's dangerous because I'd do damn near anything she asked of me right now. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed from me, just to keep her around a little bit longer.
"Harder."
That I can do. Her tongue against my neck is driving me wild, despite my denial of that particular quirk.
"Dangerous, deadly...never know what's around the corner for you baby...could be more than you bargained for..."She's got me under her thumb and she knows it, teasing me, playing my secret desires like a well-tuned instrument. I'm left murmuring nonsense, half- ( ... )
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"Please, baby ... I need you...""Gonna give you what you want Lindsey, promise." I whisper, dragging my tongue across his throat and wrapping myself around him, keeping him to me as I let my fangs finally slip out. "Going to make you see stars, sweet rattlesnake..." I murmur, licking my fangs and then his skin again, rocking my hips hard and deep against him and wanting him to get pleasure out of this ( ... )
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I hear him mutter softly, the feel of his heart pounding in my ears setting me on fire, my hips rock faster against his as I feel myself milk him for everything he has. Not just between my thighs, but my fangs as well. It must be the marks on his chest that make the blood inside him taste that much sweeter, more intoxicating. I can't seem to get enough of him, I just want to make him come and bring him pleasure like his blood gives me.
"Please, sweetheart ... can't breathe."
The want and need for him burns inside me, the demon inside getting the edge I keep denying it and I feel my fingers dig into his shoulders, pressing my nude body to his and drinking slowly, pulling my fangs out finally to clean his wound.
"Get off! Oh fuck... please, don't..."His body goes limp as I lap his mark up gently, moving my body against his and feeling his ink burn into my skin, the heat of his body warming me like his blood. I slowly lap closed the wound on his neck and it takes me longer than I would have liked to ( ... )
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First things first, the smell of blood all over her can't be doing anything to calm her down. She's light and utterly compliant when I help her up, like a rag doll, or somebody who's been forcibly trained into obedience. I'm not sure I really want to know what happened to make her into this. "Come on, Lady Macbeth. Let's get this blood off you."
I test the water temperature against my own skin like I'm bathing one of my kid brothers, although her skin is probably a lot less sensitive than a human's anyway. She just stands there, letting the water pour over her, the blood coming away in pink rivulets that swirl on the floor of the shower, spiraling towards the drain like that scene in 'Psycho'. Lovely.
"One day," I tell her quietly, just talking for the sake of filling the silence, "I think I'd like to go on a normal date. It might be neat." I ( ... )
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A small but manic laugh escapes my lips and I look at him. "So you thought this was a date..." I close my eyes and sigh, shaking my head before I pause and look at him. "Sounded almost like you were askin' me out Lindsey." That wasn't going to happen, that couldn't happen. I had to get rid of him and find Angel as quick as I could so he could help me. Or something.
I sigh softly and rest my head against his shoulder, his soaked shirt pressing into my skin and I can feel the warmth of his skin beating into mine, making me groan and crave that warmth again. Not stolen, but my own. Spike took that dream from me, he took all my dreams from me.
"I've spent a lot more time on things a lot less interesting than you. I'm not going anywhere, so you might as well get used to me. Now be a doll and tilt your head back for me, sweetheart." "Why? Why do you w-want to stay..." I murmured, blinking the tears away and tipping my head back like he asked. "I t-tried - and did - ( ... )
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She leans into my touch, and for a moment, I don't remember how to react. Since I left Wolfram & Hart, shedding the suits and legalese lingo, I've become much more of an animal than I would've liked to believe. I can fight, and I can fuck, and I can keep myself alive. But this gentle intimacy leaves me helpless and lost. When did the game change? I concentrate on rinsing the last of the blood out of her hair and not letting her slip to the floor, as her murmured monologue turns quietly frantic again.
"D-don't...don't make me w-want to count on you just f-for you to... move back to your life..."
My laugh is abrupt and humorless as I reach for a towel. "My life," I chuckle dryly, wrapping ( ... )
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"You have a heartbeat." I speak flatly, feeling jealousness fill my viens at the sound and feel of his heartbeat. He had one and it seemed by all of his actions tonight were on a path for distruction, like he didn't care about his life. Maybe this would make him change his mind, think about what he has. A heartbeat is a gift.
Thankfully he doesn't say anything about the scars, I know he'll ask later but for the moment he keeps quiet, leaving me to my quiet murmurs and contimplation over what I've lost. I feel his body warm against mine and I just let him manipulate me into whatever he needed done, leaving me standing there as he reached for a towel, wrapping it around me and I pulled my long hair out from under it, letting it fall down my back and shoulders when I heard ringing.
"Oh, for the love of... my phone's ringing and I'm not leaving you in here with this mess...Don't worry, it's Lorne. He's the only one who has my number. He's probably phoning to tell me I ( ... )
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I nod and shift in my seat, watching as Lindsey fumbles around like he's nervious as he looks for the blood for me. I wished I didn't have to drink it in front of him, or at all, but I couldn't help it and every time I closed my eyes I could tast his blood on my tongue again and feel how his body felt against mine.
Random images of me moving over the bar and taking him again right on the floor ran through me and I shivered, clearing my throat and my eyes snapped open when he spoke again.
"I'll warm it up for you...And then we'll talk."
Swallowing dryly I nod, keeping silent and wondering if I could really talk about it. I know I told him that I would but I wasn't sure if I actually could talk about everything. He had so many questions and I knew I'd have to talk about them at some point, so why not now ( ... )
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"H-how are you feeling?"
I laugh out loud, glancing at the stairs that lead down to Lorne's room, hoping I didn't wake him up. I don't mind this little moment alone that we're getting right now.
"Hell, I've had nights worse than this," I tell her with a smile. I slide into Damien's seat, resting my elbows on the bar. "Go on and drink it, Tara. Nothing I haven't seen before." I pause, suddenly unsure. "Unless... it's okay, isn't it?"
The fact that I'm about three seconds away from opening another vein for her, just to get some color back into her cheeks... Jesus H. Christ, once upon I time, I swear I had a sense of self-preservation.
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He smiles and I can't help but laugh. He puts me at ease even if he doesn't realize it. It's nice. I'm just glad that... I'm not sure exactly what it is, but I'm slightly happy how the night turned out; things could have gotten a whole lot worse. "I still feel bad," I muttered, watching as he sat down, the scent of his aftershave still lingering and the urge to bury my face in his neck...
"Go on and drink it, Tara. Nothing I haven't seen before. Unless... it's okay, isn't it?" A small smile curves the corner of my lips and I nod. "I just...doesn't feel comfortable at all to be honest. Even if you weren't here." I reached over and pulled a straw from the end of the counter. I could attempt to control the cravings if I didn't bring the cup to my lips, I knew the second that I did that I would change face and swallow it down and causing a big mess ( ... )
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McDonald, you are not thinking fuzzy thoughts about the vampire that just tried to have you for dinner!
She takes a delicate little sip, obviously fighting back the monster, the telltale sheen of gold hunger just barely glimmering in her eyes.
"I just...it's like I'm hungry and I know what I want... Like, real food, hamburgers, pasta...everything. But I know that's not what I need..."
"There was this girl I knew," I begin quietly, rummaging behind the counter and giving her a moment of privacy to take another sip, "Well... a girl who used to be a vampire. Long story." Aha. Knew we had some of these back here somewhere. "The way she used to look at me sometimes, it made me think she still craved it, even as a human. Even with a soul ( ... )
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She leans in close and I go still, caught in her gaze, and wondering not for the first time tonight if she can work that vampire-voodoo that Drusilla had going for her. If I really am spellbound, or just... spellbound. My eyes slip shut when she kisses me, just that brief touch filling me with all sorts of thoughts and hopes that I shouldn't be having. Thoughts like 'This could work, me and her...'.
It can't.
"You fascinate me."
"The feeling's mutual," I murmur, swallowing and suddenly craving a drink of my own. Can't lean back to rummage for a glass though. I like being close to her. Spellbound. It's a dangerous game I'm playing here... even more now that I know what she really is.
"So... we've got a deal, huh?"
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I couldn't be around someone like that. I need to find a balance with the soul and I need to find a way to control the demon. The demon inside made me say and do things that I never would do otherwise, it worried me something aweful. I wanted to be Tara again; I wanted to be Tara and not so shy anymore...
Maybe I had a chance...somehow.
"So... we've got a deal, huh?"
A slow smirk crosses my lips and I boldly meet his eyes. "How do you wanna seal it, Lindsey?" I leaned in closer to him and brushed my lips over his before pulling away. "You do know that this bar is really cramping my style here..." I reach over and pick up a cherry and pop it into my mouth. "It's preventing things..." I whisper subtly.
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She's got this wicked little smile that plays at one corner of her mouth, making me entirely forget that I put the bar between us for a very good reason, making me wish we were back at the hotel.
Am I insane?! Near-death, apparently, is not a sufficient deterrent for me.
And then she's doing the cherry thing that landed me in all this trouble in the first place. A rush of arousal goes through me and...
I push away from the bar, swallowing hard again. I manage a teasing grin. "Fool me once, sweetheart. Gonna have to work harder than that if you want another taste." I shoot her a cocky wink, firmly and silently telling my body no.
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Well, if this isn't a new feeling...
"Fool me once, sweetheart. Gonna have to work harder than that if you want another taste."
Swallowing hard I look away, swallowing the cherry and shifting in my seat. "I didn't...I w-wasn't...Thought I'd kiss you again. I wasn't, I don't want..."
I shouldn't be this upset, I really shouldn't. I shouldn't be this upset over the fact that he pulled away for fear that I'd hurt him. He was afraid of me...
Closing my eyes tightly I got up and opened my eyes to look around, I couldn't look at him. I found the sign for the restroom and without pausing I headed back there. Why did I even think that I could have one small moment - even with a person that's kind of a stranger - and forget what I was now.
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I nodded and shrugged, hunching my shoulders over and drinking down the blood most likely a lot faster than I should be, I wanted to take the edge off the cravings before they got too bad.
"Don't mean I won't read you. Least I can do for my friend here; I just can't promise any good answers." He leaned against the back of the bar, giving Lindsey a glance before turning to me. "Alright, let's hear it."
Glancing nervously at Lindsey I let out an unneeded sigh, biting my lip and shifting on the seat before hiding behind my hair and singing softly.
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