-2nd
Floor-
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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THE
PALACE: 2ND FLOOR
"Am
I *treating* you like my whore?" I ask.
"Watching
TV while I'm sucking you off sure as hell isn't making me feel like anything
ELSE," I retort. Just shut up and let me SLEEP, damn it!"
"Well
correct me if I'm wrong- but I seem to bloody recall you *asking* me to get out
of that shithole you call an apartment. I didn't realize being a nice guy meant
that I was treating you like a whore."
I reach
over and grab her shoulder so I can turn her to face me. "Do you *really*
want to know how I treat whores?" I ask, just a bit of darkness and blood
in my voice.
"You
don't scare me," I reply, turning away again. "Just leave me the fuck
alone so I can sleep." Damn it, he shouldn't be able to make me so fucking
MAD. This is why keeping it a one night stand would've been a *better* idea.
Now- this
is where I differ a bit from Angelus.
If
Angelus were here and not me, he'd flip her over and fuck her, whether she
wanted it or not. He's probably fuck her until she was bare and then he'd kill
her, and probably turn her so he could kill her again.
But I'm
not Angelus.
I stand
up and growl as I grab my smokes. "Ya know- you're the one who started
this," I say as I pull one out. "*And* I play the game and I play to
win and if that means playin' hard, that's what I'll do. If you think you're
the first to ever make me come, you've got another thing comin',
*Sweetie*."
I grab a
clean pair of jeans from the closet and pull them on before slipping into my
Docs.
"And
FYI, if you were a whore, you'd be dead right now. So *don't* tell me I'm
treating you like one, because I *never* treated you one," I spit before
pulling on a shirt.
"Have
a nice life," I say on my way to the door. "And be thankful you still
have one."
"Fuck
you, Spike!" I yell, getting out of bed. I'm so furious right now.
"What the hell more do you WANT from me, than I've already given you? You
think any of these last few hours have been easy on me? You think I'm USED to
just jumping in bed with an evil demon? You think it was an EASY thing for me
to come back here with you? You think it's easy for me to try to ignore what
the hell you ARE and what you DO?!
"Well
it's NOT! But I think I've managed so far, really FUCKING WELL, but you CAN'T
expect me to NOT have serious issues and not freak out occasionally! You can't
expect me to misunderstand what's going on in that twisted mind of yours! You
can't expect me to NOT get pissed off when I feel like you're treating me like
what I already fucking FEEL LIKE!
"I
don't LIKE being so poor, okay? So I'm pretty damn sensitive about it. And DO
you even KNOW how many men have offered me money to 'service them' in exchange
for a place to stay, or hey, maybe a part in that new horror flick. So call me
crazy, when you start throwing money at me or act like what I do in bed isn't
even SLIGHTLY interesting to you, I start thinking you're more like them than
what I first thought!
"And
maybe I'm wrong, but I don't KNOW you and you don't know me and we're doing
this all backwards but I thought... " I shrug. "It doesn't matter,
because isn't going to work, is it? And it's not because you're a demon. It's
because we're both too damn stubborn and quick to jump to conclusions... and
we'd rather get *away* from any given problem, rather than dealing with it.
"But
you took *my* line. Your room. I'll go." I turn and grab my clothes.
Oh. My.
God.
"You
are *so* fuckin' hot when you're pissed," I comment, sort of hoping she'll
get even madder.
Damn
him, he didn't hear a word I *said.* No. I won't let him bait me. I want off
this roller coaster ride. Okay, where's my blouse? There. I pull it on and sit
on the bed, pulling my boots on.
"And
I *did* hear you," I tell her.
She looks
up at me for a second before returning to her boots.
"And
you *did* know who and what I am. I'm a killer and I like it that way. But in
*no* way did I mean to make you feel like I was using you. I've enjoyed the
past night more than you'll ever know.
"And
when I gave you that money- it was because you need it, Pet. If you don't like
being poor," I walk over to one of the bags of money and throw a handful
of hundreds at her, "Then don't *be* poor."
I throw
the whole bag on the bed next to her. "Take it all. I don't bloody care-
it's just money. If you need it- take it. It was in no way a payment for the
sex last night or a down payment for today. It's just because I like you."
I smell
the flesh burning before it actually starts to burn and I throw the cigarette
to the floor and put it out while sucking on my finger. Damn it- that always
hurts.
"And
I'm not running from anything. You told me to go, so I was going."
"I
didn't tell you to..." I shake my head. "Okay, so 'leave me the fuck
alone' could be understood as 'go away'," I agree. "I didn't mean...
I was just mad." Was? "I mean am."
Yeah,
I sure *sound* mad.
"And
it's just money to you... Well. I wish I thought that way. I was raised to
think it was the only thing that mattered. It's why my mom married my--"
Okay, too much family history there.
"So
if it's so bloody important to you- take it," I tell her. "No
strings- I just... I want you to have it."
It's not
like I don't have tons more in the car. And it's not like I really need it-
I've still got the blokes credit cards.
And I
wasn't really lying before- I *do* like her.
And I
haven't actually *liked* anyone in a while, which is probably why I'm wandering
around alone.
"It's
not *that* important," I say. What? Since when? "It was just..."
One of two reasons people used to like me, envy me, want to be me, or want to
be with me. "Never mind," I say.
Change
the subject.
Or you
could just leave. Wasn't that the plan?
"You've
got more goin' for you than that, Luv. Believe me," I sit on the bed next
to her. "Sometimes, I felt that Dru was only with me because she could
pretend I was Angelus. It's a crappy feeling- whether you're demon or human.
"But
I honestly didn't want you to feel this way about being here. Like I said, I
like you, which already puts you ahead of the game- because I'm a hard person
to impress- but... that mansion back in SunnyD said nothing about how intelligent
and resourceful you are.
"Or
how proud. You're *not* a whore, Cordelia. If you were, you *would* have sold
out for what you wanted. You'd have let me find the movie execs house and
tortured his cat or something... but you didn't.
"And
*that* says something about who you are. And that's does *not* describe a
whore."
I grab
the bag of money and put it in her hands. "I *want* you to have this. You
shouldn't be living with rats, Pet. You should be living like a queen."
"You
don't want me to stay." Damn, that was really very much NOT supposed to be
out loud.
"I
don't want you to be some place where you don't belong- where you can't
be."
Like
I said, he doesn't want me here. Okay, fine.
"Whatever,"
I shrug, getting to my feet. I walk to the door and open it.
Shit. She
didn't get it.
"Unless-"
Why
did I stop? I'm supposed to be leaving, since we've established we both think
this isn't going to work.
"Unless?"
Well. So much for *that* plan.
"Well-
I said I don't want you to be some place where you can't be and don't belong.
But if you think that-"
This is
stupid and I'm embarassed to even be *in* such a clichéd moment.
"If
you think you *can* be here- then to *my* way of thinking, you very much belong
wrapped around me."
Oh.
But
add a 'What?' to that, too.
"If
you were listening to me earlier, then you heard me say it wasn't you being a
demon that was the real obstacle," I say with a sigh. "And I meant
it. It was a little too easy for me to ignore that." Which probably means
I'm more self-centered than even those people who hate me always thought.
I stand
up and I don't think she knew I did, because she jumps in surprise when I slip
my arms around her waist and pull her back against my chest. "Just means
you're progressive, Pet," I whisper.
"And
that with the television was a *distraction* method. Meant to be distracting
for *you*, but I was just tryin' my best not to come-"
I kiss
her a neck a bit and say, "It might not be the demon thing now; it was
just my sadistic, stubborn self. But..." I move her hair away and start
sucking sensuously on her neck.
"I'm
a vampire. I drink blood and I kill people to do it. I like a bit of pain with
my pleasure and I like mixing the two while ruttin'. And sooner or later- I
*will* have my fangs here," I kiss her neck again, "And here," I
add, slipping my hand up her thigh. I slip two fingers softly inside her and
she winces a bit. She really is sore.
I pull
them out and step away from her. "If you can't accept those things
completely without question, then I want you to take the money. Make yourself a
good life and think of me as nothing but a memory."
On
the concept of him biting me... well. I did already let him. And if he means in
the scarring sense... scars can always be covered up with makeup. But I don't
feel like saying all these things. I've talked enough for one night. So
instead, I walk over to the bed, stripping as I do, and crawl under the sheets.
And I think that was a very clear answer.
I step
back out of my Docs and throw my shirt on the floor. She is just damn sexy-
there's nothing else to it.
Then, I
leave the bedroom and head out for the bar.
Where
is he *going*? Doesn't he know I'm still horny? And yes I could sleep like
this, but it's never very sound sleep. So then another option is to get myself
off, but ... ouch. I'm too sensitive. Shit.
I
grab my robe and slip it on, before following him. Anything to get my mind off
wanting to come. Yeah, that's the only reason.
I hang up
the phone just as she walks out with a robe on.
I open
the quasi-fridge and... nice. "Drink?" I ask. "It'll help you
sleep."
"Or
you could-- No. A drink would be good," I decide. "I'd prefer
something that won't give me too bad of a hangover."
I
walk over and sit down on the couch, trying not to think about how I have like
two hours left to sleep. But this is good for me, right? It'll help prepare me
for those busy days of being a *real* actress, and not even getting the chance
to sleep on some nights.
"I
prefer Manhattans, myself. When I'm in the mood for something other than beer,
that is. Sometimes, Dru and I would make up names and pretend to be some couple
from this exotic place... or a married couple... or two siblings who ran away
from home to escape their mother's anger over their intimacy-" and *that*
gets her attention a bit more than stories previous.
"Anyway-
we were in New York for a while and she was a barmaid and I tended bar. I
learned how to make all these types of drinks and all those things they do in
the movies- like this," I throw two bottles up in the air and catch them
simultaneously.
"You
know you're absolutely *not* the way everyone said you were," I say,
shaking my head. "But I guess that makes two of us," I add,
remembering what he said about how different I was from what he assumed once he
saw where I lived.
"Why?
Whad they say? How am I different? I'm just me." I hand her the drink and
sit down on the chair across from the couch. Damn- I bet she'd be gorgeous
stretched on the beach.
"Let's
see..." I think for a second. "Buffy's favorite adjective for you was
'annoying' but I guess that came from you trying to kill her so often. Giles
always said how dangerous you were. Again, probably because you have such a
fondness for killing slayers. But then you *did* kidnap Xander and... " I
don't like to think about that night. My hand goes to my stomach before I
realize it. The only reason I don't have a scar is because Willow felt so bad
she did some magic scar-go-away- spell on me. Why I let her near me, I don't know.
Other than my looks are so important. "And that was all for some spell to
get your girlfriend back..."
He's
giving me this funny look and I move my hand away from my stomach. "So...
you're just different. Not bad different. Just different. And I know you're
evil, but you're not Angelus-type-evil. So you're just different, is all I'm
saying." I said that already. Like three times. I take a drink and wow,
that isn't bad.
"Yeah,
Angelus was the psycho of the family," I shrug. "But to each his own.
I just prefer bein' a little less- animalistic, vicious... he wasn't always
like that- only when he was obsessed with someone."
There's a
knock on the door and go over to it. I slip the guy a fifty and bring the cart
in myself.
I carry
the plate of truffles over with me and sit back in the chair. "Try these-
they're so good."
I get
up, stifling a moan at the way my inner muscles protest *any* movement. I walk
over to him and before I know it, he's pulled me down onto his lap. Ok. I can
deal with that.
I
take a bite of one of the truffles and OH my god. Yeah, I almost forgot how
chocolate can sometimes be almost better than sex. Unfortunately, just
*almost*.
"Ain't
they good? Although it's not as good to me as it is to you..."
I pick up
a strawberry one and hold it to her lips, "Try this one for me."
I
take it from his fingers, and then suck the tips of his fingers clean.
Shit...
I can feel how his cock twitches against my ass, through the flimsy fabric of
my robe. That reminds me of what he wanted if I lost the bet... and fuck, I
think my body isn't as opposed to that as I told him I was. At least that's the
indication I'm getting, from how I just got SO much wetter.
Of
course, he'll never know that's why it happened, which is *such* a relief.
Heh. Heh.
Heh.
I *am*
the man.
"So,
what did it taste like, Pet?" I ask while pushing the robe off one of her
shoulders.
"Chocolate
and strawberries," I reply. Hey, it *did*.
I growl
playfully at her. "Come on, I can't really taste it- so you have to do it
for me."
I take
another truffle and smoosh it against her nipple. "See? I lick this, like
this," I say as I lave her skin with my tongue. "And you tell me what
I'm tasting."
SHIT!
"It's... uh... sweet... juicy, from the berry... and chocolate. I don't
know how to describe that... It's a total high, so addictive, so it's like.. I
don't know. It's just chocolate. It melts on your tongue and you always want
more..... YESFUCK....
"It's...
I was thinking earlier, how before I knew what sex was like, I was pretty damn
sure chocolate was like a really good orgasm. And I was close, it can be
almost* as good as a really mediocre orgasm..." Fuck. He's sucking harder
on my nipple, now. Oh god, I'm practically throbbing inside from needing him
there. And it hurts but that just makes the good feel so much *better.*
"Wow.
Now I'm really depressed. It sounds wonderful... although I prefer to
*actually* have an orgasm as opposed to a candy-induced one."
I slide
the hand that's been resting on her hips down between her thighs. Her thighs
tighten on my hand and I chuckle and slide it up further to her inner thigh...
so close to her sex that I can feel the heat radiating from her.
"Get
off," I say roughly.
"I
can't," I whimper.
"Whadya
mean, ya can't?" I ask. "Just stand up."
Oh.
Duh. Now he knows where *my* mind was. I stand up, hoping I'm not blushing too
much.
"Go lay down on the
bed," I say, leaving the plate on the coffee table.
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