On the Table
TITLE: On the Table
AUTHOR: Fyre
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Spike messes with someone's do...
FEEDBACK: It's every writer's bread and water...sorta
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: None really.
COUPLE: Not exactly a couple
RATING: PG - some insinuation
DISCLAIMER: Ain't mine. Ain't fair. Ain't anything more to say.
CLASSIFICATION: Yet another part of the growing Spike/Darla series.
NOTES: This was actually another improv from Having a Thought - Improv: Sepia, wish, memory, revenge - Written : 11/12/2000
DEDICATED: The improv group for letting my insanity loose!
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“Are you up to the challenge?” Walking around the table, the vampiress trailed her fingers over Spike’s bare shoulder, a small smile curling her lips as the muscle twitched beneath her feather-light caress.
“Do you even need to ask that, pet?” Raising his face, a devilish sparkle of mirth twinkled in his eyes.
A moment’s pause followed, then a laugh as she moved slowly into position in front of him. “Of course not. You’re just like your Sire that way.”
“Now wait a bloody minute!” On his feet, the vampire narrowed his eyes. “I thought we said no comparing techniques!” Forced back into his seat, he gave a grunt, then heard a smug chuckle. “You have a good grip there, luv.”
There was a self-confident, feminine purr of pleasure. “You have no idea how many men have said that, childe.” Her grip tightened ever so slightly, forcing a groan from his lips. “You like that, childe?”
“I’ll get you on that table top.” A growl rumbled through him followed by sardonic burst of her laughter. “I can make you…”
“Dye my hair sepia again?” The woman’s giggle rang out, as she smiled at him, eyes gleaming in anticipation. “No, childe. You…you will be on the tabletop before I ever will be. You can wish, but it’ll never be me.”
“So tense, mam.” Blue eyes met equally chilly blue. “You should relax…” He gave a gentle push against her. “See…”
“You’re getting harder.” She cooed, pushing against him with equal vigour, her smile never leaving her face.
“Call it experience, blondie.” He grinned laviciously at her. “You and Angelus both saw that I had plenty of that.”
She shrugged as best she could, never letting up on the constant pressure she was applying to him. “We always did our best for our childer.” She purred, flexing her delicate fingers.
The bleached vampire groaned, one hand curling around the edge of the table-top, his jaw tightening at the sensations exploding through his body. “My memory testifies to that.” He agreed, biting down on his lip. “As does my hair.”
Adding an extra ounce of pressure, the vampiress smiled. “My little revenge stunt went wrong, huh?”
“Only made me irresistible. Even Billy Idol’s copied my look.” Grinning at her, her grandchilde’s blue eyes twinkled wickedly, the entire bad-boy image of the bleached hair and black clothing adding to his sexual charm. Noticing her approving appraisal, he added. “Unlike your rubber ducky.”
The vampiress’ head snapped up in time to meet his cocky smirk as the back of her hand practically slammed through the surface of the table, shattering the wood with a shower of splinters.
“YES!” The younger vampire leapt to his feet with a triumphant shout, ignoring the dirty looks his grandsire was casting at him. “I did it! I finally managed to actually beat you at your own game!”
“Only because you resorted to dirty tactics.” Jutting out her chin, Darla glared at him indignantly.
Spike grinned widely. “You taught me to do that, mam.” He chuckled. “Can’t blame me for my bloody good technique. You’re just sore cos I won!”
Throwing the table viciously on to its side, the blonde vampiress stalked away, growling, unwilling to admit how completely stupid she felt for falling for his dumb and blatantly obvious trick.
Spike chuckled, examining his black-polished nails carefully, his eyes dancing in amusement at his grandsire’s ire. “You are too good.” He grinned, his self-confidence soaring sky-high.
After all, he smirked cockily, no other vampire but Angelus had ever bested Darla in a bout of arm-wrestling.
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