[7_deadly_sins_ - VampTara/VampLindsey] - Even Demons Need Rest
Title: Your Eternal Sin
Chapter:Even Demons Need Rest
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Characters/Pairing: VampTara/VampLindsey
Prompt: 4 - Sloth
Big Damn Table: [ Here]
Word Count: 1,076
Rating: PG-13
Beta: strangecreature, whom I’m forever indebted to
Disclaimer: I don’t own them - I wish I did - Joss is apparently god. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and your entertainment.
Author's Notes: The end is Lindsay’s fault.
Even Demons Need Rest
Everything was a blur to her, her body felt too heavy to move and her thoughts was thick with sleep. Her lover’s arm rested over her middle, holding her tightly to him. It felt heavy and she couldn’t find it inside herself to move it and climb out of bed.
“Hey,” Lindsey’s murmured against her neck, making a slow movement to move her hair away from her neck, his lips pressing against her cool skin. “Sun’s down,” he stated, his fingers idly moving over her stomach, still slick with sweat from the day’s earlier activities.
“So?” She turned over slowly in the bed, her body still feeling heavy; she looked up at him and kissed his chin. “If you think I’m moving, pretty boy, you have another thing coming,” she laughed, still feeling slightly punch-drunk from last night.
Her body had finally healed from Spike’s ‘visit’ and Lindsey made sure to reclaim his wicked girl, finally ridding her of Spike’s scent that did nothing but fill him with rage when he remembered what he tried to do to Tara. They never spoke of that night when he came back bruised and slightly battered, the scent of Spike’s blood on him.
Tara didn’t know if Spike was alive or dead. She wasn’t sure which she wanted either. She felt obligated to him as he was her sire, but when she remembered what he did, what he tried to do to her, she could feel her anger boil up so hot that she could feel her hands shake.
Lindsey trailed his hand over her smooth stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts and on down to her navel. “Still feelin’ okay?” he questioned, still worried about all of the damage that was done to her.
“You’re here, my venomous rattlesnake. Of course I’m alright.” Tara smiled and moved herself even closer to him, realizing that neither of them was leaving the apartment, maybe not even the bed. Lindsey gave her a look, eyeing her and not knowing if he should take what she said at face value or not. She always had a knack for lying and ghosting over the truth just to keep him from worrying. “Promise.” She smirked and her eyes darkened. “If I’m lying you can beat me.”
He growled low in his throat. “Don’t tempt me. I know you love it.” She shot him a look causing him to laugh and kiss her shoulder. “Okay, so do I. But it’s not my fault I’m a soulless demon now.”
“It’s mine and last time I checked you said that it was a gift.” Tara grinned, remembering the night she turned him and cemented him as her own. There were times when she could close her eyes and still taste the warmth of his blood as she drank deeply. Other times it was looking at the small scar just above her breast where he fed that would take her back to that moment.
"Mmhm. And so are you." He murmured, moving his hand from her hip and cupping her face to kiss her.
Their lips met in a soft kiss as he gathered her in his arms, keeping her body close to his as the kiss deepened. There was one thing that he loved - almost as much as her - since he was turned; he loved kissing her. The lack of breathing made it more intense than he could have ever thought; the need to pull back to breathe was no longer there, giving him ample time to explore every curve of her lips and the feel of her tongue against his own.
Tara moaned softly, lacing her fingers in his hair and nibbling his bottom lip before pulling back, her eyes glazed over as she looked at him. “Last I checked you didn’t mind being mine.” With idle fingers she brushed over his sire bite, grinning as he closed his eyes and moaned. Sometimes she could swear that his bite was even more sensitive than his cock. “Wouldn’t want you any other way; in fact I remember you baring that pretty little pulsing neck to me and begging me to turn you.”
He grinned, loving this lazy sort of nostalgic foreplay they had, remembering the old times and then making new ones. “Fuck,” he swore, licking his lips and feeling his body tingle almost to the point of pain. “Tara…”
“Yes, my dear boy?” Shifting a bit on the bed, she brought her face up to his neck, her tongue brushing over his scar, a small giggle escaping her lips when he gripped onto her hips roughly causing his fingers to dig deep into her flesh. “You’re insatiable.” Her voice was breathy and low against his skin.
“And you’re a tease,” Lindsey growled when she pulled back from his neck, smiling sweetly - almost angelic - up at him. “A shameless tease.” He dipped his head down and kissed her lips softly. “But I guess I could still love you in spite of your flaw.”
“Guess I love you too, then.” Tara shook her head and shifted her body close to his. “Not a tease; I’m just tired,” she admitted resting her head against his shoulder. “I think I feel like a lazy day today. We could stay in bed, I could always see how far I could tempt and tease you till you’ve finally had enough.”
He smirked and pressed his hips against hers, imagining heat between them even though they no longer had any. “I think you’ll end up cavin’ first.”
“Nuh-uh,” she murmured, licking her lips and rolling her hips up to his, pressing herself to him and smirking lazily. “Sleep again first,” she sighed.
“Alright, I guess I can have mercy on you, let you sleep a bit.” He grinned. “Maybe even wake you up with my tongue between your thighs…” His voice was low and dangerous, desire in every syllable as it vibrated through her body.
“In that case…” Tara’s words were cut short as she heard her stomach growl, the ache becoming too much to take for them to stay in all night.
“Hey, hungry darlin’?” Lindsey spoke, almost as if he knew, then again he always knew. Tara nodded, nuzzling her nose in his neck and yawning, closing her eyes and relaxing herself against him. Turning slightly in the bed he picked up the phone, dangling it above her and smirking. “How about we order in? Pizza or Mexican?”
Chapter:Even Demons Need Rest
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Characters/Pairing: VampTara/VampLindsey
Prompt: 4 - Sloth
Big Damn Table: [ Here]
Word Count: 1,076
Rating: PG-13
Beta: strangecreature, whom I’m forever indebted to
Disclaimer: I don’t own them - I wish I did - Joss is apparently god. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and your entertainment.
Author's Notes: The end is Lindsay’s fault.
Even Demons Need Rest
Everything was a blur to her, her body felt too heavy to move and her thoughts was thick with sleep. Her lover’s arm rested over her middle, holding her tightly to him. It felt heavy and she couldn’t find it inside herself to move it and climb out of bed.
“Hey,” Lindsey’s murmured against her neck, making a slow movement to move her hair away from her neck, his lips pressing against her cool skin. “Sun’s down,” he stated, his fingers idly moving over her stomach, still slick with sweat from the day’s earlier activities.
“So?” She turned over slowly in the bed, her body still feeling heavy; she looked up at him and kissed his chin. “If you think I’m moving, pretty boy, you have another thing coming,” she laughed, still feeling slightly punch-drunk from last night.
Her body had finally healed from Spike’s ‘visit’ and Lindsey made sure to reclaim his wicked girl, finally ridding her of Spike’s scent that did nothing but fill him with rage when he remembered what he tried to do to Tara. They never spoke of that night when he came back bruised and slightly battered, the scent of Spike’s blood on him.
Tara didn’t know if Spike was alive or dead. She wasn’t sure which she wanted either. She felt obligated to him as he was her sire, but when she remembered what he did, what he tried to do to her, she could feel her anger boil up so hot that she could feel her hands shake.
Lindsey trailed his hand over her smooth stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts and on down to her navel. “Still feelin’ okay?” he questioned, still worried about all of the damage that was done to her.
“You’re here, my venomous rattlesnake. Of course I’m alright.” Tara smiled and moved herself even closer to him, realizing that neither of them was leaving the apartment, maybe not even the bed. Lindsey gave her a look, eyeing her and not knowing if he should take what she said at face value or not. She always had a knack for lying and ghosting over the truth just to keep him from worrying. “Promise.” She smirked and her eyes darkened. “If I’m lying you can beat me.”
He growled low in his throat. “Don’t tempt me. I know you love it.” She shot him a look causing him to laugh and kiss her shoulder. “Okay, so do I. But it’s not my fault I’m a soulless demon now.”
“It’s mine and last time I checked you said that it was a gift.” Tara grinned, remembering the night she turned him and cemented him as her own. There were times when she could close her eyes and still taste the warmth of his blood as she drank deeply. Other times it was looking at the small scar just above her breast where he fed that would take her back to that moment.
"Mmhm. And so are you." He murmured, moving his hand from her hip and cupping her face to kiss her.
Their lips met in a soft kiss as he gathered her in his arms, keeping her body close to his as the kiss deepened. There was one thing that he loved - almost as much as her - since he was turned; he loved kissing her. The lack of breathing made it more intense than he could have ever thought; the need to pull back to breathe was no longer there, giving him ample time to explore every curve of her lips and the feel of her tongue against his own.
Tara moaned softly, lacing her fingers in his hair and nibbling his bottom lip before pulling back, her eyes glazed over as she looked at him. “Last I checked you didn’t mind being mine.” With idle fingers she brushed over his sire bite, grinning as he closed his eyes and moaned. Sometimes she could swear that his bite was even more sensitive than his cock. “Wouldn’t want you any other way; in fact I remember you baring that pretty little pulsing neck to me and begging me to turn you.”
He grinned, loving this lazy sort of nostalgic foreplay they had, remembering the old times and then making new ones. “Fuck,” he swore, licking his lips and feeling his body tingle almost to the point of pain. “Tara…”
“Yes, my dear boy?” Shifting a bit on the bed, she brought her face up to his neck, her tongue brushing over his scar, a small giggle escaping her lips when he gripped onto her hips roughly causing his fingers to dig deep into her flesh. “You’re insatiable.” Her voice was breathy and low against his skin.
“And you’re a tease,” Lindsey growled when she pulled back from his neck, smiling sweetly - almost angelic - up at him. “A shameless tease.” He dipped his head down and kissed her lips softly. “But I guess I could still love you in spite of your flaw.”
“Guess I love you too, then.” Tara shook her head and shifted her body close to his. “Not a tease; I’m just tired,” she admitted resting her head against his shoulder. “I think I feel like a lazy day today. We could stay in bed, I could always see how far I could tempt and tease you till you’ve finally had enough.”
He smirked and pressed his hips against hers, imagining heat between them even though they no longer had any. “I think you’ll end up cavin’ first.”
“Nuh-uh,” she murmured, licking her lips and rolling her hips up to his, pressing herself to him and smirking lazily. “Sleep again first,” she sighed.
“Alright, I guess I can have mercy on you, let you sleep a bit.” He grinned. “Maybe even wake you up with my tongue between your thighs…” His voice was low and dangerous, desire in every syllable as it vibrated through her body.
“In that case…” Tara’s words were cut short as she heard her stomach growl, the ache becoming too much to take for them to stay in all night.
“Hey, hungry darlin’?” Lindsey spoke, almost as if he knew, then again he always knew. Tara nodded, nuzzling her nose in his neck and yawning, closing her eyes and relaxing herself against him. Turning slightly in the bed he picked up the phone, dangling it above her and smirking. “How about we order in? Pizza or Mexican?”