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Fallen Petal-
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.
NOTE: Cordelia/Emily,
Spike/Emily/Cordelia, *Emily is an old vampiress, decendent of the Master
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THE
BALL : 1 FALLEN PETAL
We hop in
the car and twenty minutes later, after much teasing and taunting through body
language and words. Yes- we got pretty hot, just with our eyes.
We hop
out and I slip my one arm around her waist and take her hand with my other.
Ownership is key at these types of events.
We make
it inside the club and they've already got it decorated for the after-party.
They've got black and red strands of lights adorning the walls and candles all
over. And of course, the music, which always ends up being a mix of gothic,
classical and pop. Interesting combo, yes- but it's always a good time.
This is
just a staging area. Once the main players are here, the party will move to the
back arena, where the ceremonies will take place. For now- we're just hanging
out- getting reacquainted. Some people- we might not have seen for a century or
more.
We walk
by a cage, hanging from the ceiling, with a human inside. There are about seven
various cages throughout the room. It's a new addition- but I like it. I can
deal with a bit of change.
Oh.
My. God.
I
will not freak out. I *will* not freak out. I will *not* freak out. Just
because I'm having a very weird sense of deja vu, like I saw the Bronze like
this once? But that makes no sense. The Bronze was never a vampire lair.
Don't
think about the people in cages. Think about... okay, no don't look at the
vampires feeding over there... Damn it. "Dance with me?" I ask him.
Maybe that will distract me.
"Sur-"
"WILLIAM!!!
SPIKE!!" Oh fuck me.
She comes
over and pulls me into a huge hug and a kiss to match. "You left so
suddenly the other night... I didn't know what to do. I missed you," Anne
says and could she *be* any more grabby?
"Ex*cuse*
me, but did you SEE us walk in together?" I say, my hands on my hips.
Meanwhile an internal voice is screaming at me *not* to antagonize the vampire
lady, but her hands are all over - "Hands off!" I add, pushing her
away. Okay, that was *so* not smart, but that realization came to me a little
too late.
"Oh,
how cute. She thinks you two are exclusive?" Anne says to Spike with a
grin. "You really should do a better job of keeping your whores in their
place, Spike."
"She's
my *mate*," I correct her and the look on her face is... absolutely
*priceless*!
"Your..."
"Mate.
M. A. T. E. Mate."
And then
I take Cordelia's hand and pull her away from AnneSHIT. I walk us right into
one of the cages. The girl's young, maybe eighteen, and pretty... Not bad...
Not bad at all.
I
turn away quickly but not before I see the fear in her eyes. Shit. That could
be me, if it hadn't been Spike who found me in that pool.
"I
need some fresh air," I tell him. I just need to get out of here for a few
seconds.
I grab
her waist and pull her back before saying, "Hello, Jessica, dear," to
the girl in the cage.
"Spike?!"
She exclaims, moving her body around a bit so she can see me. "Wow!
Haven't seen you in a while."
"Nor
you. How've you been, Luv?"
"Okay,"
she shrugs. "Bring a date? Or someone to share?" Jessica asks while
checking Cordelia out. She licks her lips and I have to say- I agree.
What?
I
look from Spike, to the girl, to Spike again. "She..." And back to
the girl. "You're here because you want to be?" I ask. I just
assumed.
"You
aren't?" Jessica responds sharply.
"No,
of course I am, but... oh." I look around again.... And the people I
thought were being fed on, aren't dead. In fact, they seem to be circulating
among the vampires. The other humans in the cages seem to be as fine with where
they are as Jessica, too.
I
just came in here and assumed the worst - understandably, I'd say. But now... I
see I was wrong. There's no screaming, no struggling, no pleading. I don't
understand it, but then again, like Jessica said, *I'm* here, too.
"So
are you participating tonight, Spike?" She asks and I watch her move her
finger up and down her arm- along the veins that are screaming for fangs. I'm
sure she'll get them soon enough... hell- some of those marks are *mine*.
"Or
are you just here for a... drink?" I look up at her and she tilts her head
to the side a bit to show me- virgin flesh. Her neck has not yet been touched.
Then, she leans over toward me and whispers sensually, "I'd let you be my
first, Spike..."
"If
he *is* thirsty, he's not going to need *your* throat to drink from," I
state. Then I grab the hand of my surprised lover and pull him out to the dance
floor.
Gosh- I'm
filled with a strange sense of... pride. And happiness.
She's
jealous!
If she
even *knew* how many of the people here I've shagged...
"She
didn't mean any harm- she's just a fang-tease," I tell her as I pull her
hips against mine.
I notice
a few old friends sitting at the bar watching us and I nod. Yes... I see you
all over there- waiting to judge.
"And
if I didn't know any better- I'd say you were... jealous."
"Of
that?" I roll my eyes. He just looks at me. "No... I just... don't
want to share..." And of course that's how people who are jealous feel...
"I'm not. I just get the feeling she'd enjoy it too much and I--" I'm
*not* helping my case here. So I'm going to change the subject.
Or
try some diversion, whichever works.
I
press my body to his as we start to move to the music. Some weird gothic song,
but it fits the atmosphere. And it's got a really sensual feel... or maybe
that's just him against me. He slips his leg between mine and I kiss him as I
grind against his thigh.
Mmm...
okay... I slide my hand inside the skirt and am *more* than pleased to find
that she skipped underwear.
I stroke
her damp lips with two fingers as our hips keep moving with the music. I guess
my 'wait until she initiates' is caput for the moment. And since it *is*- I
slide my other hand under the sheer green top so I can rub her back and press
her against me.
My mouth
just finds her neck and I can't help biting softly at the tender flesh.
"You can try all you want my love, but you *are* jealous. Admit it… and
I'll give you something you've been craving all night long."
I
moan when his fingers slip up along my thigh to my damp curls. Okay, so much
for the 'not wanting to touch me' theory. And I'm very happy to be wrong about
that one.
One
hand slides into his hair to scratch lightly at his scalp, and my other slips
between us to rub his cock through the leather. And I know we're in a public
place, but when I open my eyes and look around, we're not the only ones
practically having sex. Some of the ... people? vampires? actually *are*
fucking... and okay, that's not something you see every day.
"Me?
Jea....jealous?" And I'm practically panting from need already. "I
just don't want your hands ..." really talented hands, by the way. I'd be
happy with them if those fingers were actually where I *want* them... I move my
hand up under his tank top to his chest, scratching lightly, pinching his
nipples. He growls and pulls me even tighter against him.
I
whimper and say, "Uh... " Shit, where was I? Oh. "I don't want
your hands... or lips ... or teeth on anyone but me. So if that's your
definition.... ohhfuck... of jealous, then... I guess I am."
"You're
not even curious about it?" I ask, which is stupid because she doesn't
*want* to see me feed and she doesn't *want* to be a vampire- but... still...
I trace
over the scar on her neck with my tongue and I feel her shiver a bit. "Not
even the least bit curious about what it *looks* like? You *know* what it feels
like... when you *want* it..."
Then, I
slip the tips of my fingers inside her and she's *panting*. I love feeling her
breath on my neck and she scratches my nipples a bit more and I push the small
growl into her scar. "A bit jealous... but not curious?"
"I...
fuckplease," I whimper. He removes his fingers and I moan. I hate it when
he teases me.
I
also love it, though.
I
pinch his nipple hard, and he bites my scar, not hard enough to break the skin.
"Spike..." I moan, grinding harder against his fingers, but he
doesn't give me what I want. He wants an answer.
Answer
... to... He nips at my neck, which jogs my memory. "I... I *do* know how
it feels. That's why... that's why I don't...wantyoutogivethemthat." Okay,
fine, I really *am* jealous. "I know, I know, it's who you are. So, you
know, if you want to, go ahead. Not that you need my permission, of course you
don't."
I
hope he realizes I have *never* babbled in my life. But I've also never felt so
close to someone before, either.
"Wantyoutocomewithme,"
I whisper before I even *know* it's out of my mouth.
Not that
it's a lie... because it's not. I could see us... holding Jessica tightly
between us. I'd be pressing them both against me- Cordelia's tits pressing
against Jess' back while Jess pressed against me while I drank from her and
Cordelia gave her a hickey on the other side of her neck...
FUCK! I
growl as I come. FUCK.
These
pants are ruined now!
Shit.
I release
her and mumble, "Let's get a drink at the bar," and let me sweep up
some of my vampy pride and relax my cock a bit before I spew in my pants
again...
I
walk over to the bar with him, and wait until he orders the drinks before I
ask. "Go where with you?"
I
don't think he meant *come* come, even though he did. Because if that was what
he meant, he knows by now how to make *that* happen. I think I caught a bit of
embarrassment in his eyes though, like he didn't mean to come yet.
I
wonder what he was thinking about?
I'm
not happy about his hands going away, so while we're standing there, I slip in
front of him, my back pressed against him, and take one of his hands, guiding
it back inside the slit in my skirt. "Please," I whisper, moaning as
I push one of his fingers inside me, along with one of my own.
Well-
this *is* 'initiate' huh?
And I
could *never* deny a pleading woman, especially one I love.
I thrust
three fingers inside and she leans back against me and spreads her legs for me
so I can slide deeper inside her. God- I love feelin' her quim around me.
And it's
not *so* wrong to want to share that wonderful feeling with others, is it? As
long as it's under *my* supervision... I don't see what's wrong with it. But
different rules for humans and vamps...
I lick
her neck more and she arches away from me as I increase my pace inside her
pulsing little cunny. I slip my hand inside the black tube top as well and
start working her tits.
I love
how she feels whimpering and whining- completely helpless...
"So
beautiful," I whisper in her ear.
"I
agree, William," I hear in my ear before she slips her hands around me
*and* Cordelia. "Let's make her scream," she whispers before biting
my ear. Emily's one hand caresses Cordelia's nipples while the other slips
under her skirt and joins my own hand at pleasuring my goddess.
"Fuck!"
I yell as I come, shaking and whimpering.
When
I come back down from the orgasm, I realize what just happened. I push them
both away and run for the door.
"CORDELIA!"
I yell and rush after her. I grab her and pull her against me.
I try
to pull away again, but he doesn't let me go. "Spike, I NEED some fresh
air," I plead with him. "Shit, come with me if you have to, but
just... let me... I have to figure out what the hell just happened."
"Calm
down," I whisper in her ear. "It's *okay*."
"Maybe
to *you*..." No, damn it, I'm not going to take this out on him. I hold up
my hand to cut off anything he was about to say. "I'm not mad at
you." It's not his fault. He gave me every opportunity to blow off this
party. "But I'm not kidding, I need some fresh air," I say again, and
try to pull away again.
He
lets me but follows close behind me as we walk outside. I take a deep breath
and lean against the wall. He stands next to me, watching me closely but not
touching me. He doesn't say anything, and that's fine with me. I don't mind him
being nearby, though.
I
just... everything happened so fast. I'm irritated with *myself*, more than
anyone else. I was playing with fire, doing something like that in a room full
of oversexed vampires and humans.
But I
just can't help being bothered by what happened. I wasn't ready for something
like that. Not that I didn't enjoy it... but I also got turned on by Penn, the
first time he touched me. And *that* ended so much worse than I could've ever
imagined.
Perhaps
it's the fact that we're now mates... or the fact that I now admit that I love
her... or both... but I know what she's thinking.
"Cordelia,"
I say, "What happened with Penn... that had nothing to do with you. It's a
thing that goes way back between he and I. There's a lot of bad blood between
he and I because of Angelus and some other things... Emily- she didn't mean any
harm...
"You're
just *so* beautiful when you're so close to coming- *everyone* was watching
your pleasure... she just wanted to *feel* it. There's nothing wrong with
liking it."
I
want to believe him, about the girl.
And I
guess I do believe it... because he promised me he'd protect me. And he has.
But -
"Everyone was watching?" I wasn't expecting that. I figured everyone
was wrapped up in what they were doing...
"They've
never *seen* anyone as beautiful as you, Pet. They've never seen that much
pleasure either."
It's not
like I'm making this stuff up either... it's true.
She
*would* be labeled an untouchable if the clan still did that regularly- as is,
if she didn't belong to me- she'd probably be in one of those cages with others
who are protected yet tasted.
I
don't know what to say to that. I guess it would surprise anyone who thinks
they know me to find out that I've never seen myself as someone people would
want to look at. Cordelia Chase, the girl I've spent years creating, is. But I
haven't felt like her in a long time.
She
wouldn't fall in love with a vampire named Spike. But I *did.* So... I guess
that's just more proof I'm not really her. But then I don't know who I am.
God,
this is SO not the right time to have an identity crisis.
I
shake those thoughts away and say, "I ... I liked it. But that doesn't
mean I'm ...comfortable... with it happening a lot."
"Practice
makes perfect," I say jokingly.
I move in
front of her and kiss her softly before saying, "You should have *seen*
yourself, Luv. I wish you could have felt yourself- when she touched you... you
quivered more than I've ever felt from you before..."
I kiss
her again and continue, "I must be honest with you Cordelia, I *want* to
see another woman's head between your thighs. Not because I don't love you, but
*because* I love you."
I
moan, and I *never* thought I would get turned on thinking about something like
that.
I
guess that's because I never *thought* about something like that.
I
move closer, into his arms and let him hold me for a little while. It calms me;
*he* calms me. "I... " I look up at him. "I'm not ready for
that... yet." Did I say yet? I wasn't going to *say* yet. I was just
*thinking* yet, but I wasn't going to *say* it.
"I
*know*," I tell her, because I can sense the panic she suddenly feels.
"And I don't- I don't *mean* to push." I kiss her forehead again and
add, "But- I can't touch you like another woman can... I just want you to
experience as much pleasure as you can, Luv. I honestly didn't know Emily would
*do* that and I- I'm a guy. I couldn't stop myself from wanting it."
That's as
much of an apology as she's gonna get from me.
"Let's
go home and I'll show you what I *can* do," I say, taking her hand.
"Do
you *want* to go home?" I ask. "Because... we don't *have* to, yet. I
just... I know I panicked but I'm not mad that you didn't stop her. *I* didn't
stop her either. I was just... I just wasn't expecting it."
"I
can't promise it won't happen again, Luv. You *saw* it in there- and that's not
the most sexual it'll get tonight."
"Can
you promise me that nobody will ... that I'll have a choice?" I ask him.
"I mean...not like earlier, when I wanted it. Because I didn't say no, so
I did make that choice. I know that. But if I say no..."
I
shudder when I remember how I told Penn no, but -- No, it's not the same thing.
Damn it.
*I* did
that to her.
"I
promise, Pet. I... I let Penn- I- I gave him the chance to- but..." Shit.
*I* did this. I let it happen. I *won't* let it happen again. "I promise-
nobody in there wants to hurt you. I won't let them."
Granted,
I let Penn... but I won't make the same mistake again.
"You
let Penn, what?" I ask, meeting his eyes. And he feels guilty, I can see
that. I've seen it for hours, but I don't think I realized what it was until
now. "Live? Spike, I don't want you to blame yourself. *I* don't blame
you. You didn't know he was going to... attack me. If you'd known that was his
plan, you wouldn't have given him the chance."
And I
believe him when he says nobody is going to hurt me, so... "Let's go back
inside," I say. He gives me a skeptical look, and I reply by saying,
"I trust you. If you say nobody is going to hurt me, then I believe that.
And ... this ... this is your world. I'm not going to promise I can get used to
it all, in one night, but I can promise to start getting used to it. Because if
it's your world, then it's mine now too."
I
think that's the closest I've come to really letting him know how I feel about
him. And it didn't cause the panic attack that it would have, if I wasn't sure
about how I felt. I guess that means I am sure about it.
Maybe
that means I can actually say it, soon.
"As
long as you're sure... I... should have *warned* you... I should tell you that-
there'll be a lot of... drinking... later."
There's
an understatement.
All the
old world vamps here go in back for the ceremonies and then we gorge ourselves
on sex and blood for the rest of the night... Yeah- there will *definitely* be
some drinking later.
"But
we can leave... before that starts." I put my arm around her waist and
lead her back to the door.
We go
back inside. Nobody's staring at me, that's good. I'd hate to think I
embarrassed Spike, or made him look bad, by running out.
It's
gotten a lot louder in here, and a lot more crowded. All the humans seem to be
here because they want to be, though. I can definitely see that now.
We
walk over to the bar and he orders me another drink. I lean closer to his ear
and repeat, "This is my world now, too. I'm here because I want to be.
Because I'm your... mate..." I think that's the first time I've
acknowledged that out loud. "So I want to stay... As long as I'm not
expected to do anything I'm not ... ready for, I want to stay. "
I
look back to where... Jessica? I think that was her name, is letting a vampire
drink from her wrist. She's very obviously enjoying it, and he is too. I tear
my eyes away and look back at Spike. He's watching them, too. "Spike? If
you... if you want to ... I think I... wouldn't mind watching."
It's
*really*, really hot in here.
What?
Huh? Did
I... holyshit.
*That*
was something unexpected... and too much information to process.
Ohmygod...
I look back over to Jessica...
And then
at Cordelia.
"Would
it be better if it was another vampire? Instead of a human?"
I look
behind Cordelia and Emily is a few feet back with her eyes *locked* on my mate.
Emily is staring intently at Cordelia, sucking on her fingers- no doubt tasting
my mate's cum.
Shit, I'm
hard again.
I
look behind me, and notice the girl from before. She must see a lack of anger
in my eyes, because she walks closer. "I didn't mean to upset you,
Dear," she says with a smile. "A few of us heard rumors about William
taking a mate, and we were all curious to meet the girl who would finally catch
his attention in *that* way. And when I saw you just now... I knew you'd taste
*so* delicious. I just couldn't resist finding out."
It's
just *way* too hot in here. "I... I didn't--"
"I
know," she nods. "William didn't tell you what you were getting into,
did he? He's such a typical male," she grins.
And I
can't help smiling back. She's... nice. As far as vampires go, I mean.
"How do you two know each other?" I wonder.
"Well,
I'm one of the last of the direct line from the Master," she says.
"And I've known William for a century, at least," she says. "I
never got along with Darla too well, but William and Angelus stayed with me
once when I lived in Cairo. We got to know each other quite well, during those
two weeks."
"Oh,"
I say and it's just *way* too damn hot in here. Either that or... No, no or.
I'm not ready for 'or' yet. And I don't know why I'm not jealous of her. But
maybe it's because she isn't coming across as a threat, like Anne was. She's
just answering my questions.
"Well,
*no* one really cared for Darla," I say and we both laugh a little.
"But we certainly did have fun."
"That
we did," she agrees. "How long have you been mated? I have to say I
was surprised to hear about the break with Dru so recently and then to see you
here with an apparent mate."
"Well,"
I kiss Cordelia's cheek and say, "about... what- a day now, Luv?"
I
just nod. What else can I say? And it doesn't bother me *too* much to hear
questions about Drusilla. A little, sure. But ... he told me last night why it
didn't work out with Drusilla. So I know *he* knows it's over between them. I
don't like him being reminded about painful topics though, so I say,
"Spike and I... it was just one of those things. We just... clicked."
She
smiles and says, "I'm not trying to imply anything, Dear. Anyone who looks
at you can see how you feel about each other. And while I'm very happy William
finally found someone who could give him what he deserves, quite a few women
here - and as many men - won't be as thrilled to find out the news. William was
always quite ... popular."
I
notice Spike's raised eyebrow and say, "Oh, don't even try that modest
act," with a smile. "You're sexy and you know it."
"I
could show you how *sexy* I can be right here, Luv," I whisper in her ear.
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