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Fallen Petals-
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 : 2 FALLEN PETALS
"So-
are you participating tonight, Will?" Emily asks as she takes a seat next
to Cordelia. "I'll admit... when I heard you were in town... I was hoping
we'd be able to get reacquainted. Of course that was before I heard about your
mating."
"No-
we'll probably just head home," I reply quickly.
"We
will?" I say with a frown. Oh. That. I thought he understood what I was
saying earlier.
"Even
if I'm not ready to... participate... that doesn't mean *you* can't," I
say. "I ... I wouldn't mind."
"No,"
I say quickly. She doesn't know what that means... what participating means.
"We'll just-"
"Seems
to me she wants to know, William. Perhaps you should stop being a male and let
her watch."
Spike
opens his mouth to argue again but I interrupt. "Hey. Sitting here, hello?"
Not
that I don't love him for being so protective but -
What?
Don't
change the subject. "Spike." I wait until he looks at me, and then
continue. "This is *my* world too, now," I remind him. "And I'm
not just saying that because it's the right thing to say. I *mean* it. I chose
you, I chose your world, and nothing is going to make me change my mind about
that." I hold up my hand when he starts to argue with me.
"NOTHing."
And of
*course* Emily takes the opportunity to slide her arms around Cordelia's waist.
I watch her one hand disappear underneath her skirt and I can only imagine what
she's doing there... stroking her silken lips... "Even if it meant
watching me swallow him down? Or take him inside?"
God.
She's... really good at that. Of course I can guess why. She knows what makes
her... moan. And the lust in Spike's eyes is turning me on even more than her
touch. I take his hand and guide it inside my skirt, so he can feel what she's
doing to me even though he can't *see* it.
"I...
god... I wouldn't mind as long as I could... watch," I reply. He wasn't
expecting that, I can tell.
Holyshit.
I can
*feel* Em's fingers moving inside Cordelia. Ohmygod. I want. to watch. them
shag.
"Look
at him- he's *panting* just thinking about it. If he were a woman, he'd be *so*
wet right now, he'd be coming all over himself."
I lean
forward and attack Cordelia's mouth before pushing my fingers inside her as
well.
I
moan into his mouth and clutch at his arms as I feel myself getting closer to
orgasm. And I can't believe I'm letting her ... but she made me feel
comfortable, so fast. And the way Spike reacted... I just wanted to give him
this. And hell, I'll admit I'm enjoying it myself, too.
I
spread my legs wider and lean back against Emily. "Godyes..." I
whimper. And I don't know how many fingers are moving inside me, but I do know
they're both really stretching me. And it feels *really* good. I start to
tremble and gasp, "Want you... both... to drink from me." I open my
eyes to look at Spike so he can see I'm *very* aware of what I just said, and
very serious about it.
BloodyfuckinghellI'mgoingtodie.
I don't
really know if I *want* someone else drinking from her. 'Course right now I
can't really seem to do much about it because I really don't have control over
what I'm doing. I'm just shifting and I capture Em's lips with my fangs and cut
her before sucking the familial blood. Her other hand grasps my hair and drags
my mouth to Cordelia's neck.
And I
just sink my fangs into my place in her neck and her blood has never tasted as
sweet.
I
watch him shift and then kiss Emily. Damn. You'd think I would be jealous
seeing that, but I'm not. Again, she doesn't strike me as a threat. Not that
she isn't beautiful, but she hasn't made any obvious attempt to flirt with him
in the 'I want you forever' way. Maybe in the 'I want to fuck you just for fun'
way.
Don't
ask me why *that* doesn't bother me, it just doesn't. And seeing them kiss, is
just ... shit...
He
pulls away and then leans down to bite into my throat. I feel another set of
fangs too... ohgod... fingers on my clit, pinching and ... on that spot inside
me...fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuck! I bite my lip to keep from screaming as my
orgasm hits me. And we're all moaning and they're drinking and SHIT it's a good
thing I'm sitting down right now.
I
continue stroking her, even after she's come. I can feel Em's small fingers,
still milking her walls, drawing her orgasm out- like only a woman could do...
She's got
blood dripping down her chin and without even *thinking*, I lick it off and
then we're kissing and we're moving our fingers again in unison. We thrust our
fingers into her sweet little spot inside and Cordelia arches into me. I pull
my mouth away and move back down to lave her neck and...
Ohmygod.
I look up
and Em is pulling Cordelia's mouth to her own
She
leans in to kiss me and I don't pull away. And it's strange, kissing another
woman. Not bad strange, just different. And my own blood, which is a little
weird but not too weird. And - holy shit fingernails digging into that spot
inside me and ohgod harder and harder and I'm going to come.
"FUCKSPIIIKE!"
I scream, the sound muffled by her mouth over mine. I feel Spike pull me
tightly against him as I start shaking, my inner walls convulsing around their
fingers. Ohgodohgodohgod. And did I mention ohgod?
HOLYFUCKINGBLOODYHELL!
I *knew*
she'd be beautiful with other women... and *yes* it's partially because no man
can give a woman an orgasm like another woman can. But it's also because... I like
watching two women shag. I love watching them taste each other and touch each
other... and it helps that I am connected to both of these women.
I've
always had a fondness for Emily. We got together fairly regularly until Dru and
I came to America the first time. And of course, I love Cordelia... so watching
them- feeling her... shit.
I am *so*
hard.
We remove
our fingers after she comes down from her second orgasm. I crush her against me
as she pants for breath and I notice that we've got quite the audience... Emily
was *always* a big favorite in these places.
She was
an untouchable that some greedy arsehole changed.
"Thank
you, my Dear. That was simply priceless," Emily says and I notice her look
behind me. "It's time."
It's
time?
Already?
But I didn't even get to come!
"Cordelia,
Luv... we gotta move, Pet," I whisper and notice how many are eyeing her
as I stroke her back. She's tired.
Oh.
my. god.
"What?"
I ask, still trying to catch my breath. "Oh," I say, as I realize
what he said. "It's time for the ... other stuff?" I slide off the
barstool and am pleased to discover that my legs will support me. And I notice
now how I'm getting a few looks. Okay, yeah, that probably was something to
see, just now. And I'm a little embarrassed, but I'll survive.
A few
people are moving toward a door in the back, and others are leaving the club.
"We should go, then," I say, nodding to those going toward the back.
"Cordelia,"
I say very softly. "We don't *have* to- I don't mind either way. I just
want you to know that... after the ceremonies... there's a lot of what just
went on here- with *everyone*. And after what just happened... and how many
people liked what they saw... they're going to want to touch you.
"It's
*not* what I let happen with Penn, though, Pet. Back there- with the humans...
it's *their* choice and anyone who doesn't pay attention to that rule is taken
away. But sometimes.... it can be- a *lot*... they might wanna bite you...
or-"
I think
she can fill in the rest with her imagination. "So if you wanna go, we can
go home."
Okay,
I get it. Pretty much all-out orgy. And I won't even try to pretend I'm ready
for *that*, yet. I only let Emily touch me, because she was so unthreatening
and I sensed that if I got uncomfortable she would've backed off in a second.
And I only let her bite me because I knew she and Spike had a *good* history,
so I wasn't worried about her trying to drain me.
Like
she said, though, not everyone in there is going to be so fond of me. Even so,
I know Spike will protect me. But I don't want to do something I want in the
moment that I'll regret later. And so far, I've done things that I can live
with. If things get out of control though... and...
I
have to decide soon. "Is this one of those things where it would be rude
to leave before it's over?" I wonder. The last thing I want is to do
something that will make *him* look bad. I get the feeling a lot of this is
about image. And I don't want to embarrass him.
"We
can leave once the ritual is finished. Usually, only the elders stay afterward.
They keep it to 100 or older, which makes it sound like a college frat party...
but-"
"We
could have a private party," Emily says as she walks back up to us.
"I saved you two seats next to me, but we have to go now."
He hasn't
exactly answered my question. "We *could* leave, but would it make you
look bad?" I ask him.
"Thought
you said I was sexy," I say. "How could I look bad if I'm sexy?"
And with that, I wiggle my eyebrow a bit.
How sweet
of her to worrying about *my* reputation. I grab her hand as I pull her toward
the back and say, "C'mon!"
"You
know, I could just ask Emily," I say softly as we walk to the back room.
"I bet she wouldn't dodge the question." I look toward her, she just
smiles. So I guessed right.
"'M'not
dodgin' anything. I just don't wanna miss the show."
We enter
the large room and Emily points to where she's arranged our seats. Right up
front in the arena-type room. The bleachers are quite wide, giving ample space
for shagging... and other things. The main action occurs on the main floor and
we're seated on the first row.
I take my
duster off and lay it on the floor before sitting down and pulling Cordelia
between my legs. I wrap my arms possessively around her and kiss her neck.
"You're so beautiful, Luv."
I feel a
tapping on my shoulder and I turn around, "Yeah?"
"SPIKE!
So good to see you're back in the states! I was sorry to hear about Dru. How
are you doing?"
"What
about her?" I ask Matt. "She okay?"
"Yeah-
I just... ditched by the crazy one... all because of Angelus- although she
never really did like you very much, did she?" I growl softly. I always
hated Matt. "'Course you've done well in the rebound category. I *do*
expect to get a sample later."
"Spike
doesn't speak for me," I inform the guy. "I decide who goes near me.
And I'm *really*, really picky about my choices too." I give him a quick
once-over. "And I'm not thinking your chances are too good."
*That's*
my girl!
Of
course, *he* doesn't like it very much.
He growls
and starts to move over me screaming, "DAMNED WHORE!"
But
before I can do it, Emily has slapped him harshly and he sits back. "HOW
DARE YOU BRING THAT IN HERE!" She growls. "Follow the rules or you're
OUT, *Matthew*! You're lucky you were even *invited* considering what you
pulled at the *last* gathering!"
Well-
even though I wanted to beat the shit out of him for what he said about
Cordelia, another rule we have is no violence. We're of the same clan and this
is about clanhood. We're to respect each other and lay rest to grudges or
arguments while within these walls, *especially* during ceremonies.
So- she
saved me from being kicked out or beaten for breaking the rules.
"Ignore
him, Pet. He's got a chip on his shoulder the size of Milwaukee," I tell
her before nuzzle her neck. I glance over and Emily and mouth the words, 'Thank
you.' She just nods in return.
I'm a
little irritated Spike didn't punch him or anything. "We don't allow
violence to disrupt these gatherings," Emily whispers. "Trust me, if
it were anywhere else, William would've made him *very* sorry. He might even
still do that later. But just not here."
Okay,
she read my mind. That was weird. Or maybe since she's a woman too, she knows
how she'd feel right now if she were me. I nod to her and relax against Spike
again. I take a look around the room. I have been looking for Penn all night,
but so far I haven't seen him. Not that I mind his absence, but I wonder why he
isn't here?
I slip a
hand under her shirt to rub her belly a bit. Her skin is as relaxing as it is
arousing to me.
"So...
look over there," I say, pointing across the room to eleven chairs, lined
up. "Sitting there in a few minutes will be the ten eldest members of the
clan."
I might
as well explain a little of what she's going to see, so she's not surprised.
I nod
and then I count the chairs. And wait. "Eleven chairs though, so who
else?" I ask.
"Well...
I guess I haven't been really using the proper terms tonight. We are all
members of the Order of Aurelius. There are twelve orders to vampire culture.
Aurelius is then broken in ten different clans. Those clans each have various
levels of lineage and Aurelius blood in them, which determines clan rank. The
first chair will be the order's representative to the council. That council
meets to discuss various issues- some orders are at war with each other.
"The
second chair will be empty. It's *our* seat. The Master- you know the Master,
right?"
"I
did," I say, wrinkling my nose at the memory. "But why is the chair
empty? There's ... ok, Darla's gone, but Emily here is a descendant of The
Master too, so why isn't she up there?"
"The
chair goes to the oldest member of the clan. Angelus- he's the oldest. He
doesn't attend these functions and they can't fill the spot without the
Council's permission. With any luck, Emily will soon be able to sit there.
She's only two years younger than Angelus and would be next in line."
OH! It's
starting... the lights are shut off and it's completely dark.
She
tenses a bit and I whisper, "Relax. Each clan has a torch that will be
lit, signaling the start of the ceremony. Then, the head of the Order will call
the names of the clans and ask the first couple to come forward."
I slip my
other hand inside her skirt. "You're sticky, Ducks. I can't wait to clean
you out later. Maybe I'll do it right here and let everyone envy us both,"
I grin at that. They would too.
I
whimper at the mental image. God, how does he *always* know what to say or do
to turn me on? And in ways I would never think *would*? Not that I'm really so
sure I *could* do something that public. But it doesn't bother me to fantasize
about it. No, it doesn't bother me at all.
Yeah... I
bet I could persuade her...
But...
the procession begins so I settle for stroking her lightly as the torches get
set in their respective holders. Everyone except *ours* that is. It's times
likes *these* when I really hate Angelus' stupid pride. He didn't just turn on
his family- he turned on all of us.
"That's
Julius. He's about a thousand years old. He's been our representative for a
hundred years now. He originated from the Clan of Chrome, but once you're past
eight hundred, you transcend clan identification. He'll be the Master of
ceremonies and if he disapproves of any of the couples that are asking for
mating rights- well- they could be killed on his order. He could also take any
humans from their prospective mates, if he saw fit."
Hold
the fuck on. Mating rights? And we... we have to ask his permission? I really
don't like the sound of that. WHY didn't he tell me about this?! Well, duh, he
didn't because he knew I wouldn't come with him. Because what if this Julius
guy doesn't like me? Or ... takes me away? Where?
"SpikeIwanttogohomenow."
"Relax,"
I tell her. Shit. I should have explained this *long* ago, or at least earlier.
"We're not *here* to mate officially. Not yet. I thought we might- but...
we're not ready. We're just here to watch."
I let
out the breath I didn't know I was holding and he tightens his arm around my
waist. "I'm not ready, you mean," I say, almost whisper. He rests his
head on my shoulder so I don't have to raise my voice. "I *am*, but ...
not to give someone the power to pull us apart." I don't know if I will
*ever* be ready to take *that* risk. He just... he means a lot to me. How
much...I'm still figuring that out.
"It's
not *that* dramatic," I tell her. "It rarely happens since most clan
reps won't even *let* you go before him without already assuring the worthiness
and validity of the mating."
"And
how do they make that decision?" I wonder.
"Depends...
sometimes you have to..." Do I really have to spell this out for her?
"Some clans won't allow
mating for at least a year. Others won't let a vampire mate with a human so the
human has to become... It varies by clan."
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