-the
Shallow End-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
WARNING: a little violence, bloodplay
and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
NOTE : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
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ONCE
UPON A MIDNIGHT SWIM 1 : THE SHALLOW END
I growl
again and crush her against me.
I bite a
little bit harder as her life pours down my throat, and I'll never tire of
this.
I thrust
against her and the wall behind her, and I draw deeply on her veins. Just a
little more- I can't smell the fear anymore, just finality. Death.
I growl
as she falls helplessly to the cement. Whore. I spit what's left of her blood
onto her corpse and stretch my neck as my face changes back. Not bad- but I
know LA has more to offer me than *that*.
And I
*do* like the finer things...
Bloody
fuckin' hell! I don't remember it bein' this hot in LA the last time I was
here. I can taste her sweat on my lips and it's disgusting... I wipe my mouth
and grab my cock... bloody bitch got me hard.
'Course I
guess I shouldn't 'a let her blow me before killin' her, then I wouldn't 'a
been thinkin' about sex.
Fuck-
it's hot. You can always tell that it's hot when a *vampire* is hot. Normally,
temperatures don't bother me. My body just adjusts to room temperature- but
this is ridiculous.
I walk
and smoke and take in the night. Hey- what's that? Yes- Hollywood Apartments.
They don't look too fancy- but I'm not lookin' for money tonight. I got enough
of that when I sliced that banker to shreds the other day. Now *that* was a
good time.
But
Hollywood Apartments advertises a pool, which is good enough for me. Maybe I'll
even find another whore somewhere to... quench my *other* thirst.
I adjust
my cock again- it just won't quit. And I had *two* little sluts with me
yesterday... guess I just need a real woman to satisfy me, though I don't know
where to find one.
I step
through the gates to the center of the apartment building. It's dark and pretty
empty. Everyone's enjoying air conditioning tonight. This bloody heat wave is
covering the entire west coast and it's just not profitable to go east right
now.
As I
approach the pool, I hear a few splashes. I stand on one end of it- a girl in
the water.
Is she
naked?
I can't
tell.
Oh....
now this is exactly what I needed after a long day of auditions. Although the
water isn't *cold* but it's slightly cooler than the air outside, so it's good.
And it's much better than being in my apartment, because I'm not about to run
the air conditioning bill up on my first week here.
So
the pool it is. And at least I'm all alone, because I've had enough of men
ogling my breasts for one day, thank you very much. Oh well, at least one of
those men is actually *using* me for his commercial.
I bet
he'll have me wearing a bikini smaller than this one, but I can deal with that.
After a few more degrading commercials, I'll have that movie or television
deal. I'm not worried about that.
I
look up as I see someone walking toward the pool. Damn. Maybe if I'm quiet he
won't notice me. I'm not in the mood for yet another pathetic loser hitting on
me.
Not
naked- but a very small bikini. *Very* small bikini.
And very
*large* erection, thank you very much.
She fills
that damn bikini well- from what I can see.
I'm
not here. Just keep on walking to your apartment. That would be really... oh
you've GOT to be kidding me!
I
came to L.A. to get away from bloodsuckers. Well, all right. At least to get
away from *that* kind of bloodsucker. Now I'm really hoping he doesn't notice
me, because I've gotten out of the habit of keeping a stake handy.
I tug on
the collar of my t-shirt. This is crazy. I haven't sweat in... well, since the
last time I was on my hands and knees for Angelus... but *ANY*way...
I can't
stand it anymore. I love my duster. It's one of my prized possessions, but-
I tear it
off and kick off my boots. I don't know if she's seen me or not and I'll worry
about that in a little bit. But that water... it looks too good to pass up.
I pull my
shirt off as well and turn my back to the pool as I drop my jeans. Too bad I
don't have boxers or what all- but I've never been one to hide. (Not like I
have anything to be ashamed of...)
God that
feels good- the air is a little cooler than my jeans were- but if that whore
earlier hadn't left her slimy spit all over me... I wouldn't be that hot. So I
know this is gonna feel good. I quickly back flip into the pool and am grateful
that Dru and I devoured a spa three summers ago...
Okay...
*that* I wasn't expecting. And damn he looks --
NO NO NO. Evil dead guy.
Getting
out of the pool now, because I'm not interested in being a midnight snack. So
I'll just move now while he's still under the water. At least he didn't notice
me.
And
with any *other* man, I'd be ticked that he didn't notice me. But not with the
evil dead guy.
Oh. I
really should've taken my chance to get out of the pool before he surfaced.
Because now I'm pretty sure he notices me.
She's
going a little too fast toward the stairs. "Going somewhere, Luv?" I
ask.
Look at
the way her hair flows in the water... so long. I love long dark hair. I love
how it covers us both, or how it would cascade down her back when she's on top
of me... SHIT.
I stroke
my cock a little in the water- partially because it *feels* good, but partially
because... well, it just feels good.
Oh yeah-
and to clean it a bit after that slimy whore. Granted, she got the job done and
swallowed too- but it wasn't satisfying.
"Call
me crazy, but I still have a self-preservation thing going," I say, moving
as fast as I can toward the steps. "I don't want to know why you're here,
and I'm not going to try to stake you. Just leave me alone and ... the girl in
2A is a real bitch so why don't you go snack on her."
I
can't believe I just said that, but it's not like I'm into that save the world
shit anymore. This is L.A, where survival of the fittest rules in a way it
didn't in Sunnydale. And well... you know Tami's bad if *I'm* saying she's a
bitch.
What in
the bleedin' hell?
She's
still moving quickly to the stairs and I dive under the water and pop up right
in front- of- her-
I didn't
even recognize "Cordelia," I say, glancing down at her barely-covered
tits. Certainly grew since the last time I didn't see this much of her... nice
tan.
"As
much as I'd love to take care of your 2A problem, and perhaps I will later, I
just had a big dinner. Is this heat wave horrible or what, Pet?" I ask her
quickly. Yeah- I wouldn't mind havin' a go at her... so I gotta play this right
if I wanna see what little parts of her *aren't* visible because of the bikini.
They really do cover the prettiest parts, don't they?
Okay.
Given what I know about Spike, I was expecting more growling and violence. And
what is it with vampires that makes them so sexy? NO! Damn it, he's not sexy.
He's evil.
Although
evil and sexy aren't mutually exclusive things. I always thought Angelus was...
NOT sexy. Not in the slightest. And neither is Spike. Even though he is more
muscular than you'd be able to tell with that big leather coat and no, I'm NOT
going to even *glance* at other parts of him that are now uncovered.
Shit.
He *is* ... naked. Naked is what I was thinking. Naked and horny. And I'm
backing up toward the steps.
I quickly
move around her, blocking her path to the steps.
Cor,
she's *hot*.
I flip a
clump of her hair over her shoulder and run a finger along the bikini strap
before asking, "So... what *are* we going to do, Pet? The night's so
long... among other things."
Okay.
Letting Spike feel me up isn't the most *brilliant* thing I've ever done. Which
is why I back up... of course thanks to him it's toward the deep end now, but
at least I know how to swim.
"We?"
I ask. "Well, I'm tired so I was going to bed...As in *I*." Okay,
Cordy, you did *not* have to clarify that statement. Of course he knows you
don't want him in your bed too.
This
heat wave is affecting my brain.
"Wouldn't
object to a bed," I say with a little hint of eyebrow in there. The
eyebrow is often the deciding factor between willing participant and dinner.
"Although
it's terribly hot, and the water feels *so* good," I look down and stroke
my cock a few more times. "I bet I know what else might feel good, Luv.
What do you say?"
I really,
really need this tonight. I need her- just look at her. She's a bloody goddess.
I'm sure she's tight and hot- bet she gets *real* wet too. She'd feel great
stretching around my cock.
"Truce?"
I ask honestly, as I step a little closer to her and lean in toward her lips...
those lips- I wonder if she'd wrap them around my cock.
Why
am I not moving? Fighting? Screaming, even?
It
must be a vampire thing. He's put a spell on me... or something. But even if he
has... he *is* sexy. If he weren't dead, I would've gone for him. I would've
*had* him too.
I
*am* Cordelia Chase, after all.
I
must be a little bit lonelier than I thought though, because I didn't shoot
down his 'truce' suggestion. Either that, or I'm just trying to humor the evil
dead man. But... no, that's not it. I am lonely. Leaving Sunnydale was *so* the
right decision, but I do miss my friends.
I
haven't had a boyfriend since Xander, not that I miss *him.* I just miss having
someone. I've never *not* had a guy hanging around me, until now.
Although,
knowing what I do about Spike, he doesn't mean truce in the 'let's hang out and
talk sense.' And unlike Buffy, I'm not into sleeping with vampires.
Was she
always this quiet?
But I'll
take the silence and lack of protests as an 'I can be persuaded to fuck you, if
you're nice to me and make me feel good', which is definitely something I can
do.
I slide
my hand around her waist and pull her through the water toward me. I lightly
brush my lips against hers and I was right- they *do* taste good. *WAY* better than that whore- she wasn't even a woman
compared to Cordelia.
I place
my hand on the swell of her ass and pull her against me, rubbing my cock
against the scrap of material covering her honey parts.
Oh my
god! This is NOT good. Well, okay, it's good but also it's not. Even though
he's so soft... and hard and... Shit. I'm getting wet.
"No,"
I say... but it didn't come out in that 'don't mess with me' tone I've
perfected over the years. Damn it. I pull away and step back, but then I
realize I'm in a little too deep. In more ways than one.
I
turn and swim to the opposite end of the pool, and grab the edge with one hand
as I tread water. I need to clear my head and figure out how to get far away
from Spike, before I end up doing something I'll regret.
I
refuse to think about how old he is and therefore how experienced and how good
he could make me feel. And the fact that at least he won't *go* evil after
having sex with me because he's already evil.
Shit,
I'm supposed to be talking myself *out* of this!
Well,
that's no fun.
I follow
quickly behind her and press my lips to her shoulder as I slip my arm around
her waist. "Your skin tastes so good, Luv," I whisper in her ear
before trailing my tongue up her neck.
I slide
my hand down her stomach and slip a finger inside the elastic of her bikini
bottoms. "Bet other parts would taste good."
Oh,
SHIT. And he's *good*. Trust me, I know. I've been hit on by hundred's of guys,
ever since I turned thirteen. And most of them, I could resist. But Spike... he's
... he's not just sexy. He's ... it's like he *is* sex. His hands, his voice,
his lips...
He's
walking sex. And he knows it.
I
can't hold in a moan when his fingers slip just inside the waistband of my
bikini. And it's been so long... But... "Spike, no. Please... I just
wa--"
I
gasp and lose all thought process, when his fingers slip further down, brushing
through my curls lightly. He doesn't push them inside me, he's not demanding
like others before him have been. He just waits. "Shit…" I moan, my
head falling back on his shoulder.
"What
do you want, Luv?" I purr into her ear. "Huh? You tell me. Do you
want my tongue inside you, Pet? Want my fingers inside you? Want me to suck
your titties until you come?"
I slip
just the tip of my index finger between her lips as I kiss her. Her neck is
simply amazing... so beautifully long and tanned... gorgeous.
"Tell
me what you want, Luv."
"Ohgod."
He's really not playing fair. I haven't had sex in a very long time. Not that
I've ever had *good* sex, because most guys just want to come. But I wonder if
Spike would be that way?
What
am I THINKING?! Who gives a shit how he'd be in bed? Afterward, he'll kill me
and I really don't want to die before I get that movie deal.
"I
want..." I whimper, when his thumb brushes over that spot that not many
guys have bothered to find. And damn, he really *is* as good as I thought he'd
be. Better.
NO.
This is wrong. I grab his wrist, but he just pushes his finger further inside
me. "Spike NO."
I still
my finger, but leave it inside her. Shit- she feels good and this is just my
*finger*.
I rub my
cock between her legs. "Don't you want me inside you, Luv? I'll make you
come so hard, we'll *both* scream my name."
Why
is he asking and not just taking? "If I said no, what would you do?"
I ask him. I think I already know the answer, but I'm curious as to what he'll
say.
"Something
like this," I whisper before dipping under the water. And did I mention
it's good to *not* need oxygen in times like these?
I slide
my head between her thighs and move the slip of material out of my way before
licking the length of her. Oh yes, she'd taste better without the chlorine, so
I slip my tongue inside her little cunny to the good stuff. Mmm... I wriggle my
tongue in as deep as I can get at this angle and make sure to flex it a bit
(since it *is* a muscle and I've had over a century of practice at making women
scream).
FUCK!
Oh... ohgod. I grip the edge of the pool as he licks and sucks at me... OHSHIT.
His tongue! "FUCK!" I scream, and then look around quickly. Shit,
stay quiet, Cordy... But nobody's ever done *that*... Oh... he's stopping. NO!
Don't stop, damn you!
Then, I
withdraw and swim back up between her legs so I'm facing her when I surface.
I lean in
and kiss her lips softly (and I really want to handle this right so...) I say,
"You were saying...?"
He
kisses me and I can taste the chlorine, and something else that is probably me.
How weird. "I was saying something?" I reply, seriously not
remembering anything beyond how his lips and tongue felt inside me.
And
I've still got a death grip on the ledge of the pool, but it's either keep
holding onto that or grab his shoulders... and I'm not ready for *that*. Not
yet, anyway.
"I
believe," I start saying as I lean down... I just have to have one of her
nipples in my mouth. "That you," I pull the bikini cup off one of her
breasts, "Were about," I cup her supple heaviness. She's just
beautiful as I lick her nipple quickly with my tongue. "To tell me to
leave you alone," I finish before fastening my mouth over her the rosy
tip.
Shit!
"Spike..." Stop. Tell him to stop. Tell him to let you go so you can
go to your (empty) apartment and sleep in your (empty) bed. (Alone.)
I
moan when he sucks my breast harder. I can't help myself, I arch up against
him, trying to get more. He pulls me against him with his other hand and he's
so hard. I can't believe he's being so patient. Most guys I've known aren't big
on foreplay.
And I
want him to stop why? I'm having a very difficult time remembering. Oh yeah.
Evil dead guy.
But
he's a really talented evil dead guy, too. And he *did* say he'd had a big
dinner... I tug on his hair, pulling his head up to look in his eyes. Nice
color... Okay, *so* off topic there, Cordy. I grab his cock and squeeze it
hard, making him moan. "If you so much as *try* to bite me, I *will* make
you regret it," I say. I don't take those Tai Kwan Do classes for no
reason.
I wrap my
hand around hers and squeeze harder... shit that feels good.
"I
think you'll find that it all depends on *where* I bite you and when, Luv. But
I promise to leave your gorgeous neck alone tonight."
Damn,
I should've known he'd be one of *those* kind of guys. Maybe all vampires are?
Okay, eeeww I'm so not thinking about Angel in that context.
But
he did promise. And why I'm believing an evil dead man, I don't know. Maybe I'm
just too horny to think straight. "Then finish what you started," I
say. I release him and grabbing the ledge of the pool behind him, as I wrap my
legs around his hips, pulling him against me.
"Doesn't
work quite that way, Pet," I chuckle.
I slide
the straps of the bikini off her shoulders and push it off her tits completely.
I wanna see them- touch them. Very nice, Luv. You are a beautiful little temptress,
aren't you?
I kiss
her collarbone and move my way around her neck, placing wet kisses on her moist
skin. She pulls my hips into hers and I slowly thrust against her. Shit, I'm so
hard.
"First
off, I don't want you to drown, because I can't do CPR. So why don't you ride
me down to the shallow end and you can prop your pretty little legs up on the
stairs and let me *really* see you."
God...
he feels good when he grinds against me like that. And it's actually nice not
having to deal with someone who has body heat right now. I'm quite hot enough
as it is. Both literally and metaphorically speaking, I guess.
I
don't mind the possibility of moving back to the shallow end, though. All the
better to run like hell if I discover he's getting hungry again. I nod.
"Sure, why not?"
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