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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MAKING
OF A QUEEN
"Stop
here," I tell the driver, grabbing Spike's hand when he tries to slide it
under my skirt, yet *again.* Glares just don't seem to faze him, not that I
mind but shopping requires concentration. At least the way *I* shop, it does.
And besides, I'd rather not spend the next couple hours turned on.
All
right fine, not *too* turned on, anyway.
I get
out of the taxi first and of course his hand ends up on my ass as he follows
me. I just sigh and turn to contemplate the options. When I asked Spike how
much money we had to spend, he told me 'as much as you want.' I'm not sure if
he realizes how dangerous a thing that is to say to Cordelia Chase.
But
he's about to find out.
I squeeze
her ass a bit and nip her throat, which is oh so more tempting now, since she
knows something of mating and what it means.
I'm
hoping to bury my fangs in some of my favorite parts later, when we get back
home.
"So,
Pet," I ask, pulling her against me. "Where to first? Perhaps to get
you something less trashy to wear tonight? Or are you hungry?"
I've
died and gone to heaven. But of course not, because vampire here. It just feels
like it, though. It's been so long since I've had the opportunity to act like I
had money.
"Huh?"
I turn and look at him, because I knew he was talking. I wasn't listening
though. Too busy planning. "Clothes first," I say because I'm sure he
just asked me something like that. We walk down the sidewalk and the first
clothing store we hit is the Wolford Boutique. *Very* high-priced, but hey,
I've definitely got the money for it now.
We're
not even inside, when we're descended on by a saleswoman. And the way she looks
at me makes me remember what I'm wearing. "Are you lost?" she says,
giving me the once over and looking down her nose at me all at once.
"No,
I'm shopping," I reply. "So..."
I
grab Spike by the hand and try to walk around her, but she heads me off again.
"I'm really not sure we're your style, Dear."
I growl
at the woman and say, "You *will* let us through, or *I'll* rip your
throat out."
Okay,
that worked to make her back up a few steps. But we didn't come here for a
massacre, so -- "You need to back off, Lady and let me do some
shopping," I tell her. "Unless you'd like me to take ... " I
turn to Spike and hold out my hand. He hands me the wallet, and I pull out a
wad of hundreds before I put them away again. "... all that money to
another store?"
That's
the language these people understand. I should know I used to be one of them.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I just misjudged the situation," she says;
stepping back and letting us pass. "Take your time, let me or any of the
others know if you have any questions. I do apologize again; we've just had
some trouble lately. "
"You
can go away now, I'll call you if I want you," I say to her over my
shoulder. I grin when she hurries off. Then I turn to Spike, who still looks
mad. "Hey." I put my hand on his cheek and he looks at me.
"Thank you for standing up for me," I say and kiss him quickly before
turning to look at the clothes.
I
start walking through the racks, and pick out some nice dresses. I notice Spike
eyeing their lingerie section. Of course. But I don't let him pull me over
there just *yet.*
She paws
through the racks and the *least* I can do, is paw *her*.
So I do.
I stand behind her and slide my hands around her waist to rest on her belly,
just above her quim and just below her navel. I kiss her shoulders and neck
while she flips through the dresses.
"That
one is nice," I say. "Have a purpose in mind for 'em? 'Sides takin'
'em off, I mean."
I
shrug. "Wishful thinking?" I say. "These are the fashions of the
rich and famous, after all. And I *am* still planning on being an actress, so
it doesn't hurt to have the clothes ready for all the parties and things we'll
be invited to, when that happens."
Oh
did I just say 'we'? I think I did. I walk over to contemplate a not-so-fancy
but still very pricey red pantsuit. That would work, for my next audition. I
find it in my size and then turn to him. "Okay. I think I'd better try on
some of this stuff, so I can decide if it all looks as good on me as it does on
the mannequins."
"I'll
help!" I say with a wink. "C'mon."
I grab a
few of the dresses from her and walk back to where the dressing rooms appear to
be. Any excuse to get in front of a mirror with her...
She steps
into the changing room and I follow her in. "I'll undress you, Luv,"
I suggest.
Shit.
*So* tempting. And he knows it too, because he smiles and takes the clothes,
hanging them on the rack on the wall behind me.
I
turn to look at the mirror and blink a couple times. I'd forgotten about the
reflection thing. I jump when his hands slide around my waist to pull my blouse
out from the waist of my skirt. I feel him... pressed against me, wrapped around
me, but I don't see him. And I'm not sure *why* it's such a turn-on, but it is.
I
moan when I feel his cool hands slide up along my torso and brush over my
breasts, as he pulls my blouse with him. "Be-behave yourself, or you can't
stay," I say. I *am* here to try on clothes. Not fuck in the dressing
room. Although we could do both...
No.
We just had sex an hour ago. And several times in the shower, before that. And
then *again* in the shower *after* that. So I really shouldn't be this hot for
him, this soon. I can wait, and so can he.
"Why
should I?" I whisper huskily into her ear, "when I'm so
*bad*..." I take her ear lobe into my mouth and I cup her tits and watch
her nipples peak in the mirror.
"Look
between your legs, Pet... that's for me," I explain as I slide my hand
down between those thighs and whisper, "All. for. me."
I
open my eyes and moan when I see how wet I am. And getting wetter by the
second, as he runs a finger between my outer lips, teasing me. And it's just...
bizarre but still very erotic to be able to see him part me, but not see his
fingers doing it. I whimper and bite my lip as he pushes two fingers inside,
slowly. "Spike... ah... god... we can't... "
"Can't
what? Can't *feel* this?" I shake my head, "What about *this*?" I
press the fingers against the top of her channel.... right... *there*.
"FU--"
He puts his other hand over my mouth to stifle my scream as I come. He holds me
against him as his fingers continue working me, drawing out my orgasm. All I
can do is whimper and moan and buck my hips against those fingers. And I watch
the whole thing, which makes it even *more* intense.
Finally
I slump against him, still trembling a little and panting for breath. And shit,
I wasn't expecting him to be able to bring me to orgasm *that* fast. I guess I
was more worked up than I realized.
Or
he's just getting better at making me come whenever he wants to. Scary thought.
I
turn my head so he can kiss me. When he pulls away, I say, "Now I'm all
sticky," pouting. "How am I supposed to try on these clothes
now?"
"I
could offer a suggestion," I say as I sink to my knees in front of her,
licking my way down her delectable body.
I clean
off her thighs of the sticky mess before flicking my tongue against her sex.
"You taste so bloody wonderful, Pet. I *wish* you could taste yourself
like I do. You'd never wanna drink anything else."
I
moan and pull his head away, gently. "The sooner you let me try on these
clothes, the sooner we can go home, where we can taste each other all we
want," I say.
That
gets his attention. He stands up and hands me a dress and I grin at him as I
slip it on. "Of course we could always go to another club first, to try
that night out dancing plan again?
"But
you still need to help me pick out some lingerie, before that. I'm sure they
have some interesting stuff here. Or we could go to Fredricks, like you
suggested."
"We
find you some leather and you can give me a lap dance," I smile as I look
her over in the dark green. "I like it- very sleek, sexy- of course you're
only allowed to look sexy for me."
"What
about the suit?" I ask, pointing to it. It's sharp. I bet she'd look great
in it. She's got a great body- duh. But the shape is good too. She's got nice
hips, nice arse, ample chest... nice belly and abs... she's just got a great
body. And I bet that suit would make her look *hot*.
I try
it on, with his help. Depending on your definition of help... but I finally get
the suit on. I look at myself in the mirror and that suit is definitely me.
"Oh yeah. I'm getting this one. When I go to an audition in *this*, the
director won't assume I'm so desperate as to need to sleep with him to get the
job." And that will be a nice change.
"Well-
you don't *need* to think about it all. You don't have to work, Luv."
Damn,
that fits her well- shows off her curves in all the right places... shit- I'm
hard. Have I *not* been hard since I found her in the pool? I seem to recall
even *sleeping* hard... hm. Must be *her*.
I
turn to look at him as I take off the suit. "I know I don't *have* to, but
I want to. If I'd ever *wanted* to work, do you think I would've chosen to try
to get into acting? No, I chose that because I want it. I want to be... "
I
shake my head and put the suit back on the hanger. I don't want to argue with
him. I don't know how to explain, anyway, this need to pull myself back up to
the status I was used to for eighteen years. How do I make him understand that
I can't go through the rest of my life with people looking down at me, like the
saleswoman in this store, the desk guy at his hotel, and everyone else in the
last two months - other than Spike - have?
I
just want to be *me* again, the girl who everyone looked *up* to.
"You
want to be powerful," I say. "I understand that, Luv. Hell- I've been
there myself." She slips another slinky dress on and I slide my hands from
her waist to her shoulders, brushing over her nipples as well. The dress hugs
her tightly.
"You
want people to notice you and *know* you're better than them." I kiss her
neck a bit and say, "You *have* that, you just don't know it, yet."
"I
do? Is that why every man I've come into contact with assumes I'm desperate
enough to sleep with him to get what I want? Or why people look at the way I
dress and assume I must be a prostitute? When I was in Sunnydale, people didn't
dare assume those things, because they *knew* who I was."
I
shake my head and pull the dress off. I don't want to get into this. He doesn't
*know* what I've been through. How when dad lost everything people either
pitied us or mocked us. He doesn't know that I lost all my friends because I
was stupid enough to ditch them for Xander, and then after we broke up I didn't
even have who I *was* to make people want to be my friends. And I don't know
why I came here, I wanted to start over I think.
I
just don't think it occurred to me I'd be starting over from the bottom. But
I'm sure as hell not going to stay there. I *will* fight to make my name matter
again, and people like that bitch saleswoman out there will *beg* me to visit
her store then.
"People
*know* who you are, Luv. You're just lookin' in the wrong circles is all."
I look at
the pile of clothes and say, "Gonna get 'em all?"
"Should
I?" I ask with a sigh as I put on my original clothes again. Suddenly I
feel like this is all just a waste of time. And money. Not that it's our
money... but it's just not practical. I don't have fancy parties to go to
anymore, like I did when I was at the Chase mansion. So other than the few
pantsuits, those will work for auditions, there's no need for all this other
stuff. I'll probably never wear any of those dresses anyway, like Spike said.
"Maybe we should check out some of those other stores that are more my
style, instead." I shrug.
"Your
style?" I ask incredulously. "*Any*thing is *your* *style*, Pet.
Hell, a plastic *bag* would be your style. If you want them, you'll have them.
Anything you want is yours, Pet. *Any*thing."
She opens
the doors and I follow her out. "I *do* like the suit and I liked the two
dresses, although you'll need something a tad more elegant for next
week..."
"I
liked them all, I just won't ever wear--" I turn to look at him as I
realize what else he said. "Next week?"
"Yeah-
you'll need something *really* bloody elegant. I'm thinking something lined
with diamonds or something. I bet you'd look gorgeous decked out in
diamonds."
I take
the three things from her and put them on the counter. "Ring it up,"
I tell the bitch. Note to self: come back and kill her. I will *not* tolerate
that kind of attitude toward my Cordelia. And I made no special treatment for
the desk clerk when I sliced his throat, I'll make no special treatment for
this bint either.
"Spike?"
I ignore the woman's roll of the eyes in reaction to his name and pull him away
for a minute while she's ringing everything up. When we're far enough away that
she's easier to ignore, I ask, "Why am I going to need diamonds?"
"Because
you're you," I answer before kissing her cheek quickly.
I *know*
I'm being patronizing. I give. "I'm going to Monte Carlo next Saturday for
some gala or something- some high rollers type thing. I assumed you'd wanna
accompany me- but if you don't-"
I
grab him and kiss him, and yeah I can feel how hard he is. We'll do something
about that *very* soon. I pull away after a few seconds and smile at him.
"You assumed right. I would *love* to go with you."
"Well
that's good since I already booked the tickets. You'll get to see the *other*
half of immortal life," I tell her while resting my hand on her ass.
I walk
back over the counter and throw some hundreds at the woman. I grab the bags and
we head out. Of course now that I'm not by myself again, I'll need some
employees.
"I
think you'll need something a bit thinner for tomorrow night though, perhaps
something sheer. I've still not decided. I thought I might leave it up to
you," I tell her while pulling her hips against me.
I squeeze
her ass and adjust my cock a bit. I need bigger jeans...
I
notice him adjusting his jeans and smile at him. And he's going to hate - or
love, if he enjoys getting even *more* turned on - our next stop. "We'll
go to Christian Dior for the really fancy stuff... but they also have casual
stuff too... so they'll do for pretty much everything else I need. Except--"
We stop
in front of La Perla, an Italian lingerie store. I love this place, but I've
*really* never had a reason to buy anything from here. Until now. And by the
look on Spike's face, I think we're going to be spending a little more time in
this store's dressing room.
We
walk in and he pulls me back against him, grinding his cock against my ass. I
moan softly and lean back to say, "So... see anything you like?"
"How
about I kill the worker over there and you can try them *all* on?" I purr
into her ear while grinding against her.
"Oh,
she's not going to stop you from coming into the dressing room with me," I
say. "If she does just growl at her and she'll go running." I walk
over to one of the racks, which is kind of difficult since Spike is determined
*not* to lose physical contact. But I know he's got to be hurting.
I
pick out a few things, all very sheer and skimpy. He seems to approve, if the
way he's nipping at my throat and grinding against me are any indication.
"What color?" I ask as I pick out one more thing, a sheer lacy teddy,
that has a V-... well, neck, except it dips all the way to the navel.
"Black or red?"
"Black,"
I whisper and slide my hands up her waist to cup her tits. She's so
beautiful... fuck, I'm *so* hard.
"I
*need* to be in you, Luv. *Now*," I tell her.
I
whimper and nod. "They've got some really nice dresses here, if you don't
mind me grabbing a few? I promise I'll be fast."
I hang
tightly to her waist, "Unacceptable, Pet. I *will* be inside you
*now*," I inform her as I push her toward the dressing rooms.
Okay,
I guess he really *is* in pain. Not that I don't want him too, so I don't
argue. As we walk to the dressing room, he slides his hand down under my skirt
and pushes *three* fingers inside me. I gasp and would have lost my ability to
stand, but for the fact that his arm is around my waist. And
"shit..." he feels so good and I didn't realize I was *that* ready
for him.
I
push open the nearest door and we stumble inside. I have enough time to throw
the lingerie on the floor before he pins me to the wall. He kisses me and I
unfasten his jeans quickly, pushing them down just enough. And his fingers are
still inside me but I don't need any more preparation. "In me now," I
whisper in his ear as I jump up and wrap my legs around his hips.
I thrust
her into the wall and I'm completely inside her in a matter of a second- less
even.
She
flexes around me and I groan as I start to move my hips slowly- so slowly. I
wanna torture her just a bit *too*.
I
whimper and squeeze his cock, making him rub that wonderful spot inside me.
"Spike..." I moan. "Fuckme."
"Fuck
yourself," I groan, flipping us around so *I'm* leaning against the wall.
"Let's see how strong you are, Pet. Make us come."
I
brace my hands on his shoulders and raise myself, slowly, then drop back down
onto him. He groans, and I do it again, except this time, I squeeze him on my
way down. And shit that feels good to *me*, and by the way he's reacting I
think it's good for him, too.
He
keeps his hands on my ass, just in case I need help - but I don't. I was a
cheerleader, and I still keep in shape. I speed up a little and he growls. I
moan as the vibrations go through my body. I lean in to kiss him, and he
thrusts his tongue inside my mouth as he responds, so passionately.
I
love how hungry he is for me, all the time. And I love how he doesn't mind how
hungry *I* am for him. I never found anyone who I could just be myself with,
and not worry what he would think, until Spike.
He
breaks away from the kiss and suckles one of my breasts. I bite my tongue to
keep from screaming. He bites the nipple, hard, making me moan and get *so*
much wetter. I move faster, trying to distract him from that little bit of
information from my body, telling him that I like it when he bites--
Oh.
Well... yeah. I do. And why shouldn't he know that? Now that he's made it clear
he isn't going to drain me. We're... we're mates. And he likes having me
around. So...
I
just realized, too, he hasn't fed, yet. He has to be hungry. I should've
realized when he made that crack about the salesgirl, but I just forgot. But
I'm more than willing to let him take care of a little of that hunger, too.
"Spike..." I lean down to whisper in his ear. "Are you
hungry?"
Ohshit- I
can't stifle *that* groan.
"Yesssssssss..."
I hiss into her hair. I love smelling her hair- it's so bloody sweet- like all
of her parts, really. "God yes," I repeat again while thrusting up
into her. Shit. "Fuck, Cordelia..."
I need a
pet name for her, I think, because in *these* times, she's not *just* Cordelia,
she's "Goddess... *please*..."
I
grin and turn my head to kiss him quick before saying, "Drink, then...
I... I want you to."
Huh?
"What?"
Okay,
don't pick NOW to be dense. I whimper and squeeze him again. I look him in the
eyes and say, "If you want to... drink a little... from me... I ..."
And I'm starting to tire so he'd better come soon and make *me* come, too.
"You have to know, already, I... I like it when you... bite me. So ... if
you want... I want."
Oh my
god.
Bloody
*HELL* yes!
I shift
and she bares her neck to me. Shit, it's *so* beautiful. I inhale the scent
deeply before flicking my tongue over her skin. "Do you *know* that I can
taste your pleasure right here?" I ask her. "I can feel it pulsing underneath
your skin... crying to me."
"Come
with me, Cordelia," I purr before sinking my fangs into her flesh.
Oh
GOD! I bite my lip, hard enough to make it bleed as I climax, the instant his
fangs puncture my skin. I squeeze his cock, as hard as I can, and whimper when
he spills his seed inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck and just hold on
as I ride out my orgasm, shaking and convulsing around him.
He
withdraws his fangs after a few seconds, and I'm almost sad about that. He
licks at the wound for a little while, and I finally slump against him, resting
my forehead on his shoulder, completely satisfied. I can't help laughing before
I say, "I was planning on just sucking you off. But this was a *much*
better plan."
"You could do that *too*, Luv.
See how you taste on me," I say with a smirk.
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