Dis/claimers: CC is owned by Joss,
Fox, Mutant etc, who never gave her this much fun. I own Lucy.
Title & Lyrics: All Saints own
the song, not me. Thought it was amusing.
You lot: I thought I'd go for
a different approach with this one. I can not write a serious sex scene
with Lucy in it. This is the first part.
Are you a Saint or a Sinner inside?
I will take you by your soul,
Make you lose control
If you're capable to sin
I'll take you somewhere you've never been
Lucy's POV
LaOC XVII - Saints & Sinners
'Would you like to come back to bed with me, Miss Chase?'
I make sure my lips are almost touching hers, and from
the sound of her thoughts, the gesture isn't lost.
If I'm any indication, and I'm sure she's the same,
I'll need to change the water in this thing later.
Fluids all over the place.
I wait for her answer; patiently.
Then after that one second, I push my naked body up
against hers.
Glad I gave her one of my smallest bikini's now.
She's hotter than Hell was when we lost the instruction
manuals for the air con.
Oh, we have movement.
Before she can get her answer out, I lick her bottom
lip.
I want an entrée of lips, followed by a main course
of breast, then, oh, a nice chunk of thigh gateaux, please.
And there's that word.
'Yes.'
Nothing gets my peaks hard, more than that word.
It's all the encouragement I need from a girl on girl
virgin.
'Then follow me, Cordelia.'
In no time we're dripping all over my bedroom floor;
her literally.
With a click of my fingers I dim the lights and turn
some music on low.
Hope she thinks I have snazzy electrics, don't want
the mystical powers thing coming out yet.
That's all the romanticism I'm doing.
Want to try and make her first time memorable.
Listen to me; she's sleeping with Lucifer, of course
it's going to be memorable!
With a gentle push, she's lying on my bed.
What a sight.
Wet, in all meanings of the word, barely clothed, and
ready to be broken in.
Mmmm, delicious.
Now, incisors, are you listening to me?
If you come out and make her faint I will... do something
bad to you.
The amount of times they've flicked when I haven't been
paying attention.
I slide myself up her body.
Listen to those thoughts going a thousand miles a second.
'Um... can I state for the record, that I haven't got
all that much...'
I silence her with a kiss: slow, hot, and full of a
promise of kinky times ahead.
Experience, I think she was going to say.
And the thought of all that inexperience makes
me even wetter.
Virgins; I could have one every day for breakfast.
They set me up very well for the day ahead, so filling.
And they never linger on your fingers either.
Very considerate.
I move my mouth to her throat, and as I'm licking the
skin, I glance at her pulse point.
My, my; almost ready for a heart attack.
Don't want to have another "death through excitement"
in my bed.
Although that was an incisor incident.
Got her soul though, so still got to take her, after
we grew her body back in my lab.
I love that soul, body, memory thing.
Such a wonder.
Well, this is new!
Normally they just lie there and let me play for a while,
before I get so much as a feel.
But no; Houston? We have virgin lift off!
Hands on...
Ooo; Miss Chase!
'Not as big as yours, but I manage very well. Thank
you for keeping them warm, Cordelia.'
'They're... um, soft, and... is this ok?'
'Uh-huh... I take it you've played with your own,
either that or you have remarkably good instinct.'
'Hey, I don't play with mine!'
I sit up, and flick a claw out, quickly, then send it
back in.
But in that second, I slice through the centre of the
bikini, holding two of my favourite things.
Hell-O girls!
So, which one of you wants Lucy's attention first, then?
Don't both stand up at the same time, it's confusing.
Incisors?
Do not flick out, please.
Unexpected nipple piercings are not good.
Let's get this show on the road then.
Cordelia's POV
Death by pleasure.
I'm not looking forward to someone coming to identify
my lust covered corpse.
Eww, gross.
Cordelia, you need to do something to her as
well.
I'm not going to lie here and...
I'm just going to lie here for a minute.
'Oh, God, Lucy!'
Mouth; shut. Up.
Great, now I sound like a cheap slut, moaning out.
'I'm not having a threesome with her. You're
all mine, Cordelia.'
Threesome?
I pull her face off my chest, not because I want to,
just, we need to sort this out before someone else swings in.
'For your information, I'm not into sex orgies.
So, you can forget about the threesome thing. Now, if you don't mind,
I liked what you were doing to my nipples. Carry on.'
She pauses, then bursts out laughing.
Again; hello, nipples!
'If this is what you call getting it on, then it's
not just me who has a lot to learn, Lucy. Laughter in the bedroom's not
good. I watch Jerry, it's the cause of some serious break-ups.'
I watch her as she lies next to me, propped up on an
elbow.
No wonder she sleeps with girls.
If she laughed like that with a man, he'd shrivel up
and run for cover.
'Miss Chase. You are a catch. I was going to
fuck your brains out, then send you home to count your points up. But,
I think I'm going to keep you round. You know, take you to dinner, buy
you lavish gifts, treat you like a Queen. What do you say, Miss Chase,
want to be gay with me for a few weeks?'
'Hey, I'm not some piece of chinaware you can... lavish
gifts? Oh, ok then. I can be gay for a few while.'
Look, a girl has to have her priorities; and
mine include keeping hold of anyone who wants to give me back
the title of Queen C.