Dis/claimers: Joss owns CC, not me. I
own Lucy.
Title: 'Snake River Conspiracy'
own the line, not me. It's from 'Somebody Hates You'.
Lucy's POV
LaOC XXVI - I Smell The
Arrogance From Across The Room
Is this what Elle feels like?
All light and fluffy, like a kitten?
I think I'm in 'orgasm afterglow' bliss.
I turn over and look at Cordelia, asleep on her front.
At least I didn't break her, or worse, kill her.
Thank you incisors.
And horns, can't forget you two.
I lean over, giving her shoulder a little lick.
She tastes delish.
Could eat her all day, and not just that bit.
She stirs and moves over, sliding a thigh across my
own and putting her arm on my stomach.
Oh.
I'm not usually here after the orgasm bit, so, is this
normal?
Are we meant to sleep like this?
It's not too bad.
She's warm, and her limbs aren't heavy, so... maybe
I can rest this way.
But her breath's tickling my breast.
Maybe tickling isn't the right word, not by the look
of my left nipple, anyway.
Arousing is more what I meant.
I have to let her rest or the sex won't be any good.
I'll think of other thoughts.
I wonder if I should try and make it rain really
big hailstones in Paris this week?
That was so funny when I... well, well.
I look down and right into a pair of lust heavy eyes.
She merely smirks at me and kisses my left breasts again.
Who needs sleep, anyway.
I grab her shoulders and flip her over.
'I thought you said you needed your beauty sleep, Miss
Chase?'
'I only wanted an hours top up.'
She squirms underneath me, stretching like a kitten.
A sex kitten.
All stretched out and ready for me?
Ok, the real stretching will come later when I get my
fingers into her again.
But until then, this will have to do.
I kiss her softly.
Nothing like having someone panting and begging.
Really boosts the ego.
Not sure if that's such a good thing, boosting my
ego.
Don't think the world's big enough for it.
I break our kiss, move off her and prop myself up on
my elbow.
What a sight to behold.
I love a body without tan-lines.
Those white marks always remind me of the posters in the
butchers.
The ones that tell you how to carve a carcass up.
That reminds me, I must invite Elle over here for dinner.
'Is that it?'
I can't help but laugh.
She's so blunt.
I hope I get my hands on her soul at some point.
Oh, the fun we'd have destroying the world.
'Cordelia, that is never it where I am concerned. I
was going to tease you into submission, but you've already thrown yourself
at my mercy, so...'
'Stop right there, missy. I didn't throw myself
at anything. Cordelia Chase does not throw herself, she hands
herself.'
Feisty little tiger.
It just makes me want to try and break her.
I'll hold myself back, dead people are so hard to get
rid of these days.
Anyway, I like her.
She's so much nicer to look at alive.
'Would you like to have a shower with me? It's big enough
for ten people, same as the Jacuzzi.'
'Why is everything of yours orgy sized?'
'I always like to be prepared if a women's
softball team comes to town. Oh, I'm joking. I prefer volleyball
teams, smaller and easier to control. So. Shower? I even have a cd player
in there.'
'Ok then, only because of the cd player.'
She rolls her eyes at me, and gets up, stretching out
again.
You'd think I'd get tired of sex, but I don't.
I have so many favourite positions it's never boring.
I take her hand, and lead her into my walk-in shower.
'There. Is that too hot? I could keep you warm if it's
too chilly?'
She narrows her eyes at me for a second, before stepping
under the spray.
I can't help but lick my lips as she slicks her hair
back.
Oh, she's so edible.
And I am a bit peckish.
So, back to the business in hand, or not, as the case
may be.
It's not in my hand yet, but it will be very soon.
I walk over to her and stand under the water.
My own waterfall.
I'm so happy with modern day technology.
I lick her neck, and her head falls back, giving me
even more skin.
Thank you.
Her fingers slide down my back, pulling me into her.
I've taught you well, I am pleased with myself.
'Cordelia. Can I take you to dinner tomorrow?'
Her fingers slide round my thighs, then... ooo,
two fingers?
My personal favourite.
Exactly the right pace as well.
I have this sudden urge to flick my incisors out and
lick one of them.
I love the feeling of them in my mouth.
That and other things, of course.
'I take that dinner--invitation back, and--substitute
it for; Can I keep you here for the--next--week.'
I lean back on the wall as she sucks my neck.
She should insure those fingers of hers.
I'd hate for her to... I'd hate for me to lose
them!
At this rate she may lose them in me.
Her mouth leaves my neck, and she trails kisses and
bites, down my chest as she heads South.
Mmm, initiative.
I love it in a woman.
I prefer me in a woman more though.
If this is what she's like after one short lesson, then
I want to see her after a week.
Normally I have to keep teaching newly deflowered virgins,
but...
I moan as I feel her tongue on my clit.
And it's a little embarrassing as she doesn't have to
stay down there very long.
The mix of her nimble, not so little, fingers and that
tongue working away on me, almost makes my knees buckle.
All my muscles tense up as I come, hard and too fast!
Fuck.
I think I may have even groaned her name out as she
crawled back up my body.
Talk about premature enunciation.
Listen up, body.
Either stop getting excited so quickly or...
Just stop it, ok?
She licks her lips and smirks at me again.
Bitch.
But I like it.
'Where are you taking me out to dinner, then? Somewhere
expensive I hope.'
'Miss Chase, after that meal I'm surprised you can even
think about food. You pick. Bee can get reservations anywhere. Let me
know tomorrow. So, are you staying over tonight?'
She puts a finger on her lips, the same one she had
in me, pretending to think.
Then she slowly sucks it in her mouth, eating me off.
With a nod I realise that there will be a lot more fun
to be had.
You are so naughty, Miss Chase.
And I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face,
one way or another.