-Stroke
of One & Two-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike, and
kissage/strokage of Spike/John
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 : We're on the plane
heading for Monte Carlo with a quick stop in New York City. There is also some
sexual innuendo and touching between Spike/John along with a bit of kissage/strokage
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THE
CARRIAGE : STROKE OF ONE
I suck
the last mouthful from the security guard and pull away. "Thanks,
John," I tell him. He held the man for me because my chest hurts like a
bitch.
"Okay-
are we ready to go then?" I ask and he nods. Excellent.
We move
quickly to the door where the girls are already waiting for us. I hold
Cordelia's waist as the bus takes us to the private plane and thank you again,
Mr. Banker. Your private plane will suit me *juuust* fine.
"After
you, Luv," I say, allowing her to head up the stairs of the plane first.
I *hear*
that this plane is almost like an apartment, meaning it has a bathroom, bedroom
and living room, in addition to the small passenger seating room that's near
the cock pit.
I move
her along to the back of the plane- to *our* quarters.
"John-"
I pull him aside as she walks into the room. "If you hear *anything* let
me know."
He nods
and then I close the door behind me. "Like it, Luv?"
"Wow,"
is all I can manage. When he said "plane", I wasn't thinking private
plane. There was a seating area, and now we're in the... living area, I guess
you'd call it. A few comfortable seats - with seat belts of course, and a table
in between them. There's also a small refrigerator, against one wall.
I
keep walking, through another door. "Planes have beds?"
"This
one does," I say, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back
against me. "Do you like it, Baby?" I whisper.
I
follow him out to the living area, and check the refrigerator. Oh look.
Ready-made sandwiches. Wonder who did that? I grab one and sit down with a
bottled water.
I
figure we're in for a long flight. But on the plus side, as long as we're in
the air Penn's not anywhere near us. I wonder if he knows we're going to Monte
Carlo? I'm sure he can track us do--
I
will *not* think about him. That's a *sure* way to destroy my appetite.
"Are
we ready to move?" I ask.
"Yes-
we're getting clearance momentarily, Sir," the pilot says. And that's
good.
I leave
the captain's cabin and stand in front of my servants. My minions… nice to finally
have them again.
"Where
are we on finding him?" I ask and John steps up to debrief me.
"He
left the Council at 2 am yesterday morning, after two hours of being held
there. He immediately went to see… Donovan, Master."
Oh shit. This
just keeps getting better and better.
"Is
he *trying* to start a war?" I wonder. Damn him! And damn Angelus for
bein' such a nonce and wantin' to see what a prancin' poufter would become when
vamped!
"Where
is he?" I ask as calmly as I can manage.
"We're
still trying to… he could quite possibly be in Paris with Cheree."
"LET'S
MAKE SURE HE'S NOT!" I growl. I certainly don't need him showing up in
Monte Carlo!
I grab my
bag and box and head for our chambers. She's sitting on the small couch with a bottle
of water and sandwich. I slam the box down on the table and throw the bag on
the floor.
I
jump when he slams the door, and again when he throws his things down. I hate
seeing him so angry. And I feel like it's my fault. If I had just stayed with Spike,
instead of running off, none of this would've happened.
I pull
out my zippo, fully aware that she's watching me. I push the small hidden
button on the bottom of it and the thing opens up to reveal the key to the box.
I unlock the box and open it before hiding the key again.
Okay- I
gotta find that- where- THERE IT IS!
I pull
out the ring and then lock the box. I look over and she's clearly worried and
upset. So... I do the only thing a mate can do- I walk over to her.
"Nice
place, huh?" I say offhandedly before sitting down and holding the ring
out to her.
I
take it and look at it. It's a man's ring, with letters on it. "What's
this?" I ask. It's obviously important, since he has it so well protected.
I relax back
into the couch before saying, "One hundred and fifty years ago- someone
gave a man named Michael that very ring. When he received it- he vowed *never*
to take it off."
I lift up
my shirt and take the liberty of pouring some of her water on the wound to
chill it a bit. Hopefully it'll heal *soon*.
"The
two were very much in love- deeply, in fact. Michael was heartbroken when his
lover died and was determined to find the person who'd murdered his dear
Penn."
I kick
off my boots and put my feet up on the small table in front of the couch. I do
like this plane... very much.
"And
of course, he *did* find Penn's murderer, but he found a melancholy Penn as
well. The two were reunited into immortal bliss and were quite happy when Darla
kicked them out of the house.
"It
would be another thirty-five years 'til they were reunited with their family
and a glorious reunion it was- three generations of Aurelius in one
town..." I smile at the memories of the chaos *that* town saw at our
hands. The *true* Scourge of Europe- all six of us.
"Everything
was wonderful. Michael and Penn met their siblings, Drusilla and William, and
the four played nicely. However, Michael was always curious about the *other*
brother. He started making a play for William but he wasn't having any of
Michael's offer since he was hopelessly in love with his sire and his
sister."
I look at
her and she's *enthralled* with the story.
"So
one night, during one of William's many punishments- Michael arranged for the
rest of the family to go out. He went down to poor William, who was hanging in
chains at the time, beaten and bloody from a round of kick-the-youngest by
Darla and his oh-so-beloved sire."
Shit- why
did I start telling her this again?
"And
Michael raped him. More brutally than anyone ever had."
I look
down at the ring she's got in her hand and I can almost *smell* him in the room
with me again.
"As
soon as Angelus let me- William- go- he ran to Michael and Penn's room and
shoved a wooden spike through his heart. He crumbled to dust on top of Penn.
Darla was furious, as was Penn. Tensions were high that day. Penn insisted that
William was lying and William insisted he had the evidence to prove it. Penn
was outraged that Angelus took the youngster's side over his own and vowed that
he'd make William pay."
I look
back down at the ring and can still *feel* where he cut into my chest. He
decided I needed something *else* of his inside me- permanently... Luckily,
Angelus fished it out, painfully- but at least it was gone.
Oh. I
have no idea what to say to him. What *could* I say that wouldn't sound
incredibly stupid? Nothing, I don't think. So I don't say anything. I just put
the ring down on the table and wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his
shoulder.
I am
glad he told me, though. It explains a lot. It really wasn't about me. Penn
still wants to get revenge on Spike. And he saw me as the perfect way to do
that.
But
I'm not worried. Well, okay, that's a lie. I *am* worried. But not *too*
worried. Spike will protect me, as long as I don't make that more difficult a
task than it needs to be. For instance, no running away, would be a good plan.
I hold
her close. It feels nice to be able to tell her stories like that one... to
share that with her.
"It's
going to get bad with Penn. He's starting to visit other Orders. I think he's
trying to make war- perhaps on our clan... I don't know what he's thinking.
It's possible he's just running scared."
I kiss
her forehead and say, "Maybe he's just trying to eliminate anyone who
would challenge *his* taking over of the clan Master position. Maybe Emily's in
danger as well- *or* maybe he just wants to destroy everything of *mine* since
I destroyed *his* everything.
"He
never believed, probably still doesn't. He was gone before Angelus got that
*thing* out of me," I point to the ring. I hadn't really planned on
*telling* her that part of the story... but-
"I'm
going to have some pictures taken of it and I want you to keep one with you at
all times. It'll get his attention if he ever gets close. It'll also keep you
alive long enough to get to that box- not that I have any intention of letting
him get that far- but if this ends up being a war- it'll be bloody. Vampires
don't war any other way. That picture and the chance to have the ring back will
be a bargaining chip for you and a way to stall and/or get communication
between he and I going if he kidnaps you or something."
And yes-
this goes against *everything* I have promised, but I can't control
*everything*. I take her face in my hands and say, "I risked my life to
save Emily this morning and I would risk *more* for you. I'd risk everything I
own to save you and keep you safe, but if this is too much- I trust Emily with
your life and you can too. So if it's too much, I'll have Emily send you to
safe house where no one can find you. And I won't judge you because I love you,
Cordelia Chase."
Oh my
god. I think I'm going to cry. Because now I *know* he loves me, if he's
willing to even send me away if it will keep me safe. That's... well, that's
completely unselfish. And I *do* know how difficult that is for a demon. Hell,
for anyone who thinks he or she's in love.
But I
don't even have to think about his offer. "I love you, too, Spike and I
want to be a part of your life. I want to share it all with you, even the
things that aren't that great. And I won't lie to you and say I'm not afraid. I
am. But being with you is worth risking whatever Penn might do to me because of
it."
Ohmygod.
She's
just-
She's-
and she-
And I *would*
submit to her. Completely willingly.
Wow. I
just- I don't know what to say… she sounds pretty sure.
I cup her
face in my hands and pull her lips to mine. Her lips taste soo good. I really
love feeling her tongue sliding against mine.
Then, I
stand up, reluctantly, and offer her a hand to help her up.
I
take his hand and stand. "Are we going somewhere?" I ask with a
smile, even though I think I know where we might be going. "And is the
plane going to take off soon?" I wonder. I'll feel a lot safer when we're
in the air.
Penn
can't get us *there*, at least.
"Soon,
I'm told," I tell her as I lead her over to the box and she watches me
open it. This box is filled with my treasures- things I've saved and collected
over the years… jewelry I gave Dru, letters I wrote to Angelus, poems I wrote
*about* Angelus… pictures of Dru and I at Woodstock… *everything* important.
I place
the ring on the top of the pile and lock the box again. Then, I hand her my
zippo. "I want you to hold on to this."
I notice
the seat-belt light turn on. "We're going now, let's sit down."
And I can
sense how scared she is. We sit down in the two seats with the belts and I
place my hands over hers. "I don't know what's gonna happen in Monte
Carlo- we might lose all the money I brought... we might win you some jewelry
or something too. After that... I don't know... but for now- *here*- you're
safe."
We start
to move and she breathes a sigh of relief. I kiss her tenderly and continue,
"Later on, before we land, I'm going to introduce you to the ten people
I've got with us. They're good, loyal, and family. I trust them implicitly and
I want you to know you can too." I slide my lips back to nibble on her ear
and say, "So let's just relax for the next fifteen hours. We'll get some
rest and just... whatever..."
I kiss my
way down to her neck and suck on her skin a bit before adding, "OH yeah-
you didn't meet Abby, but you saw her the other night, with Emily. You can go
to them for *anything*. They're both family and very powerful and we have a
good relationship with them, okay? I'll make sure to get you their phone number
so you can contact them if you need to, or want to."
I
moan. Does he know how hard it is to concentrate when he's ... doing that? I hear
him talking, but the words aren't penetrating my brain. Damn I wish the pilot
would turn off that seatbelt sign.
I
*do* catch the name "Emily" though. Oh my god. How could I forget to
even ask? I *did* ask, earlier, but it was in the middle of a ... well, delayed
panic attack. So I don't remember if he answered my question or not. I just
remember his lips and hands and--
I
whimper when he slips his fingers under the fabric of my bra and pinches my
nipple gently. Oh. He unbuttoned my blouse? I didn't even notice *that*. Damn
he's good. And I knew that already but--
See
he's just the reason I keep getting distracted. "Sp- Spike... Emily. Is
she - was she - is she okay?" I ask.
Oh yeah-
never did answer that question.
I stop
what I'm doing and sit up before saying, "She *will* be."
Oh.
"So it was pretty bad?" I don't want to know, but I *do*.
"Meredith?"
And I
think, on this one (perhaps for many more) I'm not going to lie. She just
figures it out anyway, course I always knew she was a smart one.
"He
turned her."
"Oh."
And I'm not all that surprised. I guess he *would* think that was a fitting
'punishment.' "Does Michael know?"
"He
got her- they had orders to leave her outside this morning- but he got to her,
so I heard. It's likely, and hopefully for their sake, that we won't see them
again."
She looks
saddened and I'm sure she can relate. I'm sure she's fearing the same thing...
so I will definitely *not* be telling her about what he said to me about *us*.
"But
I got Emily out of there and back home to bed. She'll be better in a few weeks,
I think."
"Hm."
I nod. And I guess... although it's not the *best* of situations... "I
guess it could've been worse. At least they're together." But I can only
imagine what he *did* to her before he let her go. I shudder.
"I'm
glad you were able to get to Emily," I tell him. "It looks like we're
going to need friends, if Penn--" Damn it, I wish I could stop thinking
about what he's going to do to me if he finds me - "I don't want to think
about him. I don't want to talk about him. I just want to pretend he doesn't
exist," I say, looking up at him. "Just for now."
"I
think that's an *excellent* plan, Luv, because on *my* plane he doesn't
exist." The light goes off and I unbelt and quickly slide to my knees in
front of her. "On *my* plane- we play a game called 'Pleasure the
Goddess'. Think you can win?"
I gently
spread her thighs and am pleased to see that she's healing quite nicely. Almost
completely in fact.
I push
her skirt up and can't grin wide enough when I see she 'forgot' panties.
I moan as
I move in to place a deep, wet kiss on her sex.
I
whimper. "Oh god yeah." I'm not feeling as sore, now that I think
about it. It *has* been several hours, so I should be up for some more... fun.
But it never hurts to be sure -
"Got
any of that powder? Because I *really* want you inside me." I kick off my
shoe and move my foot between his legs, pressing it against the erection that's
visible through his tight jeans. He still hasn't come, he's got to be in
serious pain.
I look up
at her with a wet face. I love how soaked she gets and so quickly. I thrust
against her foot and groan a little. Shit- with the getting impaled and all- I
forgot about my poor, sore cock.
I nod,
" I think so."
I grab
the bag from the floor and place it on the table. I think I put it in here-
"Yes!" I grab the small bottle and then zip the bag up.
"I'm
sorry, Luv, but-" I practically rip my jeans off and my poor purple cock is
just... *screaming*, almost literally in fact.
I sit on
the couch and open the bottle. I shower my cock with it and growl as I rub it
all over myself.
"Sorry?"
I move to straddle his hips. "For what?" I ask as lean in to kiss him
quickly. "I think that's a great plan," I say with a smile.
"Oh
I'm *so* glad you agree," I say quickly. "Now please... be gentle
with me-" and I add with a joking grin, "It's my first time you
know."
"Gentle?"
I say with a raised eyebrow. I slide my hands up under his t-shirt, pushing it
up and then lean down to bite a nipple, playfully. "Funny, I got the
impression you didn't like it gentle," I tease.
I growl
at her. "C'mon now, Luv. I meant with my cock- I was nice to you when you
were bruised and injured... I don't care what the bleedin' hell *else* you do
with me- smack my ass for all I care- as long as I get to come in the end- it
doesn't matter."
My cock
jerks at the thoughts I just put in my head and I groan in pain. "Please,
Luv. Make me come quick and then we can play more."
"Make
you come?" I ask. I take his cock in my hand and then sink down on it,
slowly. "Fuck... like... this?" I gasp. I don't squeeze him yet, just
take him in, let him stretch me. There's a slight bit of discomfort, but the
tingling in my inner walls lets me know the powder is doing ... whatever the
hell it does to make *that* go away. "Shit I love feeling you inside me.
Filling me. Feels so good."
"Shiiiiit-
like... that..."
It seems
like it's been *forever* since I've been inside her... I almost think it *has*.
"Could
fill you more if you'd just make me come..." I place my hands on her hips
and slide them up to the buttons on her shirt.
I
start to move, rolling my hips against him, making him move just a little bit
inside me. "Thought that's what I was doing," I say, as I lean down
to kiss him. He sweeps his tongue into my mouth and I moan. I swear I've had
the thought that he could probably make me come by just kissing me. I'm sure as
hell not going to tell *him* that, though. A girl has to have *some* secrets.
I
slide my hands up under his t-shirt again as he finishes unbuttoning my blouse.
I roll his nipples between my fingers, and he growls, which sends a nice little
vibration inside me. I whimper and come down on him a little harder, pushing
his cock down into that spot inside me that makes me scream and tighten my
inner walls around him.
"That's
it, Luv," I pant and throw my head back in blinding pleasure and equally
blinding pain. FUCK. It hurts so much... shit. I bite my lip and suck in the
pain of denied release... that's what Angelus taught me to do. Take the pain in
and make it pleasure.
I've
just... been out of practice... so- "Shit," I gasp as she starts to
squeeze me a bit. Fuckin' hell.
"OHgod,
Pet. Just give me one. good. squeeze," I practically beg, while bracing
myself for the agony.
I
kiss him again - I just can't get enough of kissing him, as I take him in
again. And fuck, he jolts that spot again, and before I know it I taste his
blood. I must've bitten his tongue.
"FUUUUUUUUCK!"
I whimper and thrash around and scream as my cock splits in two.
Holyshitbloodyfuckinghell.
I
moan as I feel him explode inside me. Shit, I love how that feels. I didn't
know *that* would make him come. Hell, I didn't even do it on purpose. But I
won't deny I like the way his blood tastes. And for some reason that doesn't
make me panic as much as it once did.
I
pull back a little to look at his face as he rides out his orgasm. I never
really got to see before, I was too busy with my own orgasm. He pants and
whimpers, as he continues to thrust inside me and the pleasure and lust in his
eyes makes me get even wetter. I'm not all that upset I didn't come, because
that was definitely something to see.
Ohgod…
she's moving slowly on me when I'm finally able to do anything more than pant.
The way
she's lookin' at me… it's like… she really liked watching me come.
"Isn't
it beautiful to watch your lover come?" I ask before thrusting my hips and
my already hard again cock inside her.
I
moan, and arch into his hands, which have started kneading my breasts, gently.
"First time I haven't ... been too busy... screaming bloody murder...
myself," I say with a smile.
"You'll
have to watch yourself some time," I tell her. Mmm... I'll have to arrange
it.
THE
CARRIAGE : STROKE OF TWO
*Knock,
knock*
Well,
shit. "Why don't you make your way back to the bed and I'll be in a few
minutes, kay?"
I
give him a pout as I pull away. We both moan as his cock slips out of my
passage. But at least *he* came. And I know, fine, he's got important things to
see to. "Hurry," I tell him, though, pressing a kiss to his lips
before standing and gathering my clothes.
I
walk back to the bedroom, and I'm tempted to listen at the door... but no. I
won't do that. He'll tell me, if it's important. And besides, I don't think I
*want* to know anything about Penn right now.
Not
here. Not now. This is supposed to be a safe place. And it isn't, if he keeps
getting updates about Penn, which will only upset him, and then I'll know it
and get upset...
I
almost hope they *do* find Penn soon. The sooner they do, the sooner he's not a
problem. And then Spike and I can spend the rest of forever concentrating on
nothing other than loving each other.
Did I
just have a thought involving forever?
I open
the door and it's Anne. "Yeah? Any word?"
"No,
Master- I just… remembered you'd asked me for these- I forgot about them until
now- And this-"
"Oh,
thanks!" I take the envelope of brochures from her and my *other* very
important bag.
Then I
close the door. I carry both bags and the envelope of brochures into the
bedroom.
"There
my beautiful lover is," I say as I throw the bags on the bed next to her.
"Where
else would I be?" I ask.
"Dunno-
I was just tryin' to be poetic," I tell her with a waggle of my eyebrow.
I
grin. "Well I can think of what else you could put your effort
toward," I say, as I run one of my hands down my body to my sex. I slip a
finger inside my passage and moan. Shit I need to come.
I lick my
lips as I watch her finger disappear inside her. "Mmm... perhaps- but
first- I need your help."
I
sigh and pull my hand away. "What?"
I push
one of my bags onto the floor. "We'll save that for later," I tell
her before opening up the other one. "*This* is what I need your help
with."
She looks
so gorgeous, naked and wanting and- "Where's your necklace and all
that?" I ask, disturbed that she'd take them off.
"Well...
I figured we didn't need to tempt any thieves, when we've got other ... things
... to worry about. They're in my carryon bag, though... which is ... wherever
Anne put it. In the overhead compartment behind you maybe?" I suggest.
I get the
bag down and hand it to her. "I want you to wear them *always*- unless I
get you more, then you can rotate them. But you should always look like a
queen, Cordelia. And I'll slash anyone's throat who tries to make you look or
feel otherwise."
Which is
exactly what I intend on doing to Penn.
Okay,
eeew, but also Spike's way of being romantic, I know. I open the bag and then
open the zipper compartment where I put the jewelry. I put on the necklace and
ring and then hand him the anklet and bracelet. "Put them on me?" I
ask.
"Of
course, my love," I say and sit on the bed. I pull her leg to me and place
her foot between my legs, resting over my cock. I fasten the anklet around her
ankle and run my hands up her one leg to her slick inner thigh and back down.
"The
thing I need your help with, Luv," I say while placing the bracelet around
her arm. "Is making some... luck... for us at the casino's."
She
wiggles her toes over my cock and I groan. Her nipples are- OH! HER NIPPLES!
"HEY!"
I shout and jump up. "I forgot! I bought you a prezzie to go with your
jewelry, but I never got to give 'em to you!"
I walk
over to my duster, my cock is *hard*. Of course, isn't it always these days? I
fish in my pocket and pull them out, holding them up triumphantly so she can
see.
"Ear-rings?"
I ask. He already got me some to match this set, but I guess he did say he was
going to buy me more jewelry.
I
smile... *so* naive...
I growl
softly and crawl up the bed so I'm laying on top of her, my mouth at those
delicious little pert nipples.
I cup her
breasts together and rub my face against them- lick them, suck on them, kiss
them... fuck- I'll worship them as I nuzzle them.
She moans
and gasps and I take one nipple in my mouth and kiss it wetly, drawing it into my
mouth. Then, I release it from my mouth and take one of the nipple clamps and
clip it onto her.
Just
beautiful... diamonds hanging from her tit.
"OHFUCK!"
I moan, arching up against him. And okay, not *ear*-rings. He growls and then I
realize I just dug my nails into the skin of his back so hard I drew blood. But
what did he expect? Shit that feels... really... ohgod...
And
I'm just aching inside, because I want him in me. "Spikeplease," I
gasp.
I smile
and take that breast back into my mouth- sucking on the diamonds as well. She
digs her nails into my back harder and it just adds that much more to it.
Then, I
clip the other on her and inhale her nipple into my mouth.
God- the
blood... my fangs drop down into her tit and I suck the blood off the diamonds
as well as from her skin.
"AAAAAHSPIKE!"
I shriek, scratching my nails down his back. And ohgod, I ... I'm shaking, I
need to come so badly.
"Oh
god. Please..." I gasp. "PLEASE!" Shit, oh god. He's drinking
and tugging on the nipple ring and ohfuck "SPIKE! I need ---
please--" FUCK! I wrap my legs around his hips and thrust against him,
whimpering when his cock rubs against my clit.
Oh- I
love those pouty, puffy little lips.
I tear my
mouth away, leaving her breasts covered in wet kisses. Perfect- for what I have
planned.
"Gonna
make you come, Luv. And I'm not even gonna *touch* your cunny."
"FuckIdon'tcarehowyoudoitjustDOIT!"
I scream. If he doesn't, I'm going to start crying, I need it so badly.
Alright...
I straddle her chest and place my cock in the valley between her tits.
"Now squeeze me," I tell her as I take her breasts and push them
together around my cock. Yes- the is one of the *other* areas of the body that
most people don't think, or know much, about.
I
moan and throw my head back as I grab his hips, probably digging my fingernails
in a little too hard. "FuckpleaseI'mclose," I whimper.
I push
her tits together, pressing and playing with those little diamonds. I give 'em
a little tug as I start to thrust into her tits... OH YEAH!!!!! Slick and
delicious!
"Come
whenever you want, no one's stoppin' you- but don't touch your cunt," I
instruct her and I thrust into her again.
I
whimper and pant for breath, as he continues to play with the nipple-rings.
"Spike..." I moan. "Need..." I don't know what I need, but
I do know I'm so close I can taste it. He tugs on one of the nipple rings,
harder than before and I gasp. "Shityesharder."
I
guess he's not the only one who gets off on a little bit of pain. And that *is*
a surprise, to me, anyway.
OHyeah-
JUST as I suspected.
So... I
take her hands from my hips and place them over her tits. She holds them as I
continue to thrust into them. Then- I take the diamonds in my hands and start
twirling them around and her nipples twist with them, tighter and tighter
before squeezing her tits *hard*.
"OHGODSPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Can't breathe. Too much. Oh godohgodohgodoh--
"FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!
LIIIIIIAAAAAAAA!" I growl and come- *covering* her tits and neck with my
cum as it shoots out in sticky jets- all over. FUCK. My cock just jerks and I
pump myself until I'm spent...
Shit.
I fall beside
her on the bed and massage my cum into her silky breasts while I wait for her
to come to.
I
open my eyes. I passed out?
I
look over at him. He's smirking. Well that answers *that* question.
I
moan as I realize the nipple rings are still on. "Can I take them off now?
They're starting to hurt."
I'm
inclined to make her wear them for a few hours more, but I suppose a little at
a time is best... "Lemme," I say.
I unclip
one and she winces as it aches and I soothe it with my mouth for a few seconds
before doing the same to the other.
"Perhaps
I'll have to find a clit clamp to match," I muse.
I
moan as fluids drench my inner walls. Oh my god. He can do that to me just with
words?
I grin
and slip a finger inside her- "Yep- looks like I'll be goin'
shoppin'!"
She's
*so* slick inside.
"So-
my Pet, wanna make me a lucky vamp?"
I
whimper. "Didn't I just do that?" I grin. And oh yeah, the bag.
"But okay, I'll bite. What's in the bag?"
"Where?"
"Huh?"
I frown, and yeah, it's right there. "The one by my left leg."
"No-
where will you bite?" I grin.
Oh.
Well, I walked right into *that* one, I guess. "Hm... dunno," I
shrug. "Where do you want me to?" I grin back.
"*Everywhere*,"
I respond, extending my arms out to my side. I'll invite her to bite me
*anywhere* she chooses.
And
of course he *would* call my bluff. But why does he think it's a bluff? And I
did want to know what was in the bag, but we *do* have like another four hours
before the plan lands in New York.
I
roll over on top of him and he raises his eyebrow. Still doesn't think I'll do
it. Well, fine. I lean down and bite his nipple, hard as I can. I moan when I
taste blood, and suck at the cut. Yes, I like the taste of his blood, I already
knew that. But how much longer until *he* figures it out too?
"FUCK!"
She draws on he blood, sucking almost violently. Ohfuck. I hold her head to me
and look down.
I didn't
think she'd actually... oh god- the look in her eyes... I swear I just saw them
flicker yellow.
"Luv-
stop." I pull her head away from me.
It's been
too much too fast- she lost all that blood last night and I was stupid...
letting her drink from me today, first from my tongue... and now this... plus
what she took last night during the ceremonies...
Fuck- we've
been *talking* about forever- but...
I stand
up and smile. "We gotta be lucky... Monte Carlo is fundraising for your
shopping trip."
I take
the bag and say, "Close your eyes."
Another
surprise, huh? Well, I like his surprises. "Ok..."
"Lay
back," I tell her and she does. Then, I take handfuls of hundreds from the
bag and start to throw them over her body and all around the room.
"Spike,
I *know* what money smells like," I say with a smile. I mean, has he
*forgotten* who he claimed?
"Open
your eyes," I say before taking the bag and flinging it around the room so
the hundreds are flying all around and landing on the bed. Five million dollars
in hundreds.
I do
and -- "OHMYGOD!" I pick up a handful of the cash. Hundreds. All of
them? Oh my god!
God,
there has to be hundreds... thousands? of bills. "So when you go to a
casino to gamble, you really go to a casino to gamble, huh?" I ask with a
smile. "Just out of curiosity, how much money is it?"
"*We*,
my goddess," I say as I jump onto the bed covered in money, "Are
laying in five million dollars."
Oh my
god. Yeah, okay, a guy with a LOT of money is a hell of a turn-on. "Wow.
So anything exciting in that other bag?" I wonder. I didn't ask earlier, because
he's made it quite clear he doesn't like to talk about certain things. But he
seems to be in a better mood than he has been in a while. So I took a chance.
"The
*other* bag? I don't think you're ready for it, Pet," I tell her while I
take a fist full of bills and rub them against her cunt.
I
moan. "Well... you didn't think I'd... drink from you either," I
reply.
Yeah- and
look how well *that* turned out!
I grin at
her though, "You *really* wanna see?"
I
shrug. "Unless you had something else in mind for the moment?"
"Don't
say I didn't warn ya," I say as I pull the bag up onto the bed.
I open it
and- WOW. I can still smell Dru in here... I haven't opened in *that* long. Her
blood... her cum... her tears... she's in here.
Wow- it
just- plows me over. I hadn't been expecting that and I guess I'm just... blown
away... It doesn't *hurt* me anymore- to think that I'm not *with* her and that
I won't *be* with her. Wow...
I look
over and- I don't know- I just have this huge, poufy smile on my face I'm sure.
"Spike?"
He just has this look on his face like, ... I don't know. I'd say he's happy.
"What is it?"
"I
really love you," I say. "More than I ever have any one else."
Oh my
god. But -- "*Any*one?" I have to ask. Because maybe he didn't
realize what he just said. Or maybe he didn't mean Drusilla. Just ... I don't
know.
I look
away- look at the bag... and- "Yes."
Wow...
and that is the truth. More than anyone... or maybe I never loved any of them in
the first place and that's why this- with her- feels so much more powerful than
anything I've ever felt.
And
there's the poet in me... I used to hate him, hate myself. But maybe... it's
*because* of him- that I can have *her*.
Woah- I
certainly *am* insightful tonight- aren't I?
I turn
back to her and pull her face to mine, "Yes," I say more sure before
kissing her deeply.
Oh my
god. I *really* wasn't expecting that. Not this soon. Maybe not *ever.*
I pull
away and turn back to the bag. "Right then- are you sure you wanna
know?"
I get
the feeling he doesn't know what to do with my silence. And I'm sorry, but I
was a little stunned. I've been *so* used to settling. I guess I just expected
there would be something about him that I would just have to deal with. Like...
oh, his eternal love for Dru, for instance. And now ... I find out it isn't
something I'll have to live with forever.
Forever.
Why do I keep saying that? I'm not ready to make that kind of commitment.
Because what if he changes his mind and leaves me for...
Oh.
There
goes *that* reason to say no.
He's
looking at me, this puzzled look on his face. And it takes me a minute to
realize that he has no clue what conversation I've had going in my head for the
last few seconds.
I open
my mouth to say something but I just don't know what to say. No, I *know* what
to say, but I don't want him to think I'm saying it just because of what he
said... So I... just stare at him, basically.
She's
just... *staring* at me.
She
didn't even kiss me back.
I effin'
spill my guts out, which is something I *don't* do, and she just *stares* at
me.
Right...
I leave the bag there and escape to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
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