Kitty's Pad.

Claimers: I own them, entirely.

Disclaimers: The small mention of Buffy and Faith is owned by Joss, UPN, Fox, Mutant, etc. Not me.

Dedications: To Steff, and her fic, The Varos Triad. I fuckin' hate Willow in it. Aaak. Kill her, please?

Title: Number One Son own the song, 'Becoming'. Not me.

Comments: I could/should have attached this to the end of the last piece, but I didn't want to. As it's my fic, I can do stuff like this.

Discord's POV

LaOC VI - I've Got To Believe In, The Only Way I Know Is Mine

She's like a spell, she's hooked me, totally.

I don't care about earlier, not anymore.

I push myself up with my free hand, but don't move the other one from her face.

I like feeling her, any of her, on any part of me.

Even the most stupid things, like, when I pass her a pen, and our fingers touch.

A few years ago, people were lucky if they got a kiss from me after sex.

Weird how one person can make you act so differently, isn't it?

'Are you ok, Elle?'

She doesn't open her eyes, and her face turns away from me slightly, into my palm more.

She kisses it, and I break into a huge grin.

I didn't even realise I was going to do it, so no use stressing how stupid I look.

Then she moves her face round, so our lips are barely touching, and makes everything better with a few words.

'Yes. Now kiss me.'

And here's something I didn't expect.

Me burning up like a forest fire, from four words.

Elle's POV

'Yes. Now kiss me.'

A pause, almost imperceptible, and then her lips on mine, her strong hands pulling me into her.

It's impossible to quantify the heat generated from her lips.

For a second, I remember the first time we ever kissed; the urgency, passion and desire was so intense, that I thought it could never be recreated.

But I was so very wrong.

For every one of them has been like it, even small ones; they've all made me want to swoon.

And now, as with that first kiss, I am unable to resist her.

And it's such a wonderful feeling: being held by an Angel.

And what an Angel.

There's that swoon again, as her mouth moves to my neck.

Was that groan from me?

Oh, that one definitely was mine!

Her hands on my back, pressing into me, her tongue licking up my neck, her hot breath on my skin: it's all starting to reduce me to a mere puddle of energy.

But what a way to go.

Her hands grip tighter, as she lifts me up a few inches.

I take her silent invitation, and wrap my legs round her waist.

Then her lips rejoin mine, and I want to devour her, eat her up, because she's driving me to madness.

My hands rake through her hair, as I pull away, for important oxygen.

'Elle. Lift your arms up, baby.'

With that, my t-shirt is removed in under five seconds.

And those same hands are on my flesh, making every part of me tense, in anticipation.

She knows exactly what to do, to make my temperature soar.

From the very first time, to now, she has never lost that ability.

Again, proving her strength, she holds me to her with a single hand, and lays me down on my back.

Another moan comes from my throat, as she positions herself in-between my legs.

Everything that needs to be pressed, is getting exactly the right amount of pressure.

We fit together so perfectly, I wonder how I ever thought I could manage without her.

Hands, then arms, slide under my shoulders, so she can prop herself up on her elbows.

Silly her, thinking she'll damage me.

I've had the weight of the world on my shoulders, I doubt a few pounds of Angel will hurt me.

'Dizzy, you're overdressed for this.'

And with that, she licks her lips, and pushes herself up.

With a hand on opposite sides of her t-shirt, she slowly pulls it up and off.

A sight to behold; the Knight girls most alluring genetic trait; a chest that could make any girl swing.

I wonder how Buffy kept her hands off of Faith for so long, with those to contend with every day.

As soon as I met Dizzy, I developed something of a fetish for them.

Luckily my lust filled glances went unnoticed for the best part.

Or maybe, luckily they finally got noticed, and she ripped my clothes off and took me in my office.

That's a fantasy that gets replayed on lonely nights.

Then her shorts come off, with a swift motion.

'I like the fact you have no tan lines, Dizzy. Makes for uninterrupted licking up your body.'

With a swallow, and a look of lust that makes my spine tingle, she pulls the last of my clothing off.

And here we are; as I intended: naked.

My eyes close, as she runs her hands up my thighs, and moves them to lock behind her again, taking up the same position as before.

Then she begins that gentle, slow rhythm that will make me scream out her name at some point.

She knows every inch of button she needs to push; and I adore her for it.

Skin against skin, bodies pressed together, then lips on mine: it's all making me light headed, in the most fantastic way.

I drag my nails down her back, and she pulls her mouth away, as her head arches back, exposing one of my favourite parts; her neck.

I kiss her pulse point, feeling it hammer beneath my lips.

She knows every single thing I like; and I know exactly the same for her.

I know what makes her moan, I know what makes her growl my name out, and I know what elicits her most primal side.

And that's the one I want to see tonight.

So I bite her neck, hard, and feel her throat rumble as a fierce sound leaves her; a roar, like a jungle cat.

And it's making me wet in all the right places.

She grabs my hands off her back, and slams them down on the bed, above my head.

And it feels exquisite; to be stretched out like this under her body.

All of her, against all of me.

Her voice comes out low and dangerous, just the way I like it.

Her eyes look into mine, almost pitch black with desire.

'You're turning me on so much, baby. You better be wet for me, or this is gonna hurt.'

Well, if I wasn't before, I am now!

Her words are harsh, but it's the way she talks when I get her this way.

I know she'd never hurt me, I can see it in her eyes; for they shine for me, and me alone.

Her hand pushes in-between us, and she slips a finger inside me, just a little; teasing me.

And I can't help it.

My body arches up, pushing into her more.

'Didn't have to worry, did I? All this wet for me, baby?'

'Yes. Dizzy, please.'

My throat closes up, as she moves her finger slowly, not entering me yet.

The palm of her hand is pressing in precisely the right place, making a flush race over my body.

'Please, what? You only have to ask.'

She knows exactly how to play me.

And it's infuriating, yet erotic at the same time: and I love her for it.

I love her for teasing me.

I love her for taking charge.

I love her for being like this with me.

And she knows it.

But there's a piece of knowledge that I'm aware of as well.

I know that she wants to feel herself in me, as much as I do.

It's a game we play; a heated game for us both.

'Put. Your. Fingers. Inside. Me.'

Her breath catches, as the words leave my mouth.

And with exquisite slowness, she gives me what I want, what I need.

Then she pulls out and adds another, pushing back in, so. Slowly.

With one hand holding my arms down, and the other inside me, I'm being taken, and that thought makes me even wetter.

'I love being inside you, baby. You're so warm and tight.'

To punctuate her point, she finds my G spot, rubbing inside me, making me bite down on her shoulder to stop a scream erupting from my throat.

It was amazing, the first time she ever did that.

God, around for thousands of years, not even knowing where her G spot was!

I think I might have passed out when she first found it; on my desk as well, silly me!

Then she rubs inside me, harder, and I feel my build up, deep within.

And I know I'm going to shatter glass with my scream.

I think it's safer, if her lips are on mine then.

'Kiss me, please?'

I beg, because I'm under an Angel, with her fingers pushed inside me, so it doesn't really matter who's the boss.

Anyway, at this moment in time, I'm very sure it's not me!

She moves her thumb up to my clit, and she forces her mouth down onto mine just in time, as another scream threatens to rip out of me.

With one hand tightening round my wrists, the other starts moving in and out of me, slightly, still rubbing me right where I need it.

Her tongue inside my mouth shows me how turned on she is.

Then I can feel it coming, getting ready to explode inside me, as she speeds up inside me.

If you understand what you're doing, it doesn't always have to be hard and fast, to make a person pass out.

And Discord Knight knows exactly what she's doing.

She also knows she's fucking God, and I'm well aware that thought turns her on even more.

Her mouth rips away from mine, gasping for air, as she kisses my neck, almost violently.

And I adore the roughness.

Her thumb speeds up, as do her two fingers inside me.

And she's hitting all the right places, in precisely the right way.

My body begins to tense up, as she bites my neck, so hard I know it's going to mark.

The feeling of her sweat soaked body on mine, her fingers in me, and her thumb moving quicker and quicker, do what they are meant to; make me scream, for her.

And I do; over, and over, and over, crying her name out, as my orgasm rips out of me.

But she doesn't stop, instead she starts to thrust her fingers in me, harder, as her thumb works me up again.

And I don't even have enough time to tell her to kiss me, as she forces me towards another orgasm.

Her mouth crushes into mine, as if she knows what I need.

Her fingers in me, faster, harder, opening me up for her.

Sliding in and out of me, so quickly.

And I'm right on the edge again, in a matter of minutes.

Her mouth moves to my ear, as she says the words that tear everything out of me.

'You're so beautiful, baby. I love you so much.'

With a series of hard and deep thrusts, I'm calling out for her again, and again, into the darkness.

Every single nerve in my body erupts, and I'm a mass of screams and sobs, as she pushes into me one final time.

I don't even remember her taking herself out of me, or how I got under the covers.

I open my eyes, and all I see is her face, smiling, licking me off her fingers.

As I try to move to kiss her, she chuckles, deep in her throat, and pushes me back.

'Tonight was about you, not me. Lie down and take a rest.'

I don't mean to pout, but I think it fell on my lips anyway, because her smile gets wider.

'I didn't say no. I just said rest up, yeah? For me?'

'But, I...'

My protest is cut off with her lips on mine, briefly.

And then she says something that almost brings tears to my eyes.

'Elle, there's no rush. You've got me forever. We've got all the time in the world, baby.'

Somebody once said that perfection is impossible to achieve.

That it should not be aimed for, as it will only lead to disappointment.

They did not believe; in themselves, or the power of another.

For as I close my eyes, and move into her body, I know; I've found my perfect person.