TITLE: Girl Like That (Part Six of Red's Fire) (1/1)

AUTHOR: Jinni (jinni@witchslove.com)

DISTRIBUTION: My site and Tienco's site. All others please ask.

DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!! MatchBox 20 owns 'Girl Like That.'(quoted loosely throughout the fic)

DEDICATION: Totally for Tienco. *hugs* Girlie. See you when I get back from vacation!!!!

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You think this life would make me bolder, but I’m running scared is all. I have the witch in my arms, ready and willing to do anything I bloody well please. And I am scared. Scared to hurt her, scared to lose her, scared to see her look at me with the same hate she gives the soddin’ Slayer.

She wants me to shag her hard, she wants me to pound into her and make her physical pain match what she’s feeling in her tiny little head. At least I know that’s something I won’t disappoint her in. I can shag her until she’s bloody well unconscious and still keep going. Moving or dead still, makes little difference to me. I’d rather her stay awake for it though. So I’ll hold back some. Wouldn’t do to hurt her too much.

Yet.

I can feel her fire burning beneath my hand, so close yet so far. Her blood is like liquid fire flowing beneath her skin. Lava. With my body so close to hers she’s like a flame in the midst of coldness.

If she’s the fire, I guess I’m the bloody ice. I can live with that.

I slip my hands up under her shirt, feeling her smooth skin slide beneath my fingers, the blood pumping and pulsing so close to the surface. Her life is carried along in a raging fire of blood, burning her from the inside. Its part of her allure, part of her charm - that fire within. She’s so beautiful. But she doesn’t know that. She’d blush and look away if I said it. So I don’t.

The passion is burning, behind her eyes, begging to be let free. I know that she works hard to control her own fire and a part of her wants to control me. Tonight though, she’s mine. Tonight –I- control the fire. Tonight she’s given me permission to tame her.

And I will.

It won’t always be like that though, and I bloody well know it. After tonight I will start to temper that flame, teach it guidance and direction. Bend it to my will. She will never be broken, I wouldn’t like that at all. But her fire will learn what its like to be mine.

“FUCK ME!” She cries, her green eyes blazing with passion. She arches up against me, grinding her pelvis into my already aching cock. Her hair is mussed, flying out in all directions on the white cotton cover of her pillow, like small flames.

My hands grip either side of her shirt, tearing the thin cotton down the middle and pulling it off of her arms. She falls back on the bed, her face flushed with desire and again I am struck by how effin beautiful she is. I can’t help being surprised, though. The little witch wasn’t wearing any bra.

“No panties, either.” She whispers as if reading my mind, her body urging me forward. Her hips grind up into mine, rubbing across my aching prick.

The thought of her with no knickers drives my demon to the front and I tear at her pants, shredding the material in my haste to get them down past her bloody feet. Her arousal fills the air with nothing to cover it, the smell tantalizing my nose. Leaning down, I lap at her clit. Hard. She bucks against my mouth, trying to get herself off against my face. Chuckling softly, I blow against the blood engorged knob, teasing it with the tip of one fang, drawing a tiny drop of her sweet blood into my mouth. She screams my name and I can’t help but smile.

Grinning, I push back, sliding off of the edge of the bed. She’s watching me with those big green eyes, hunting me with those orbs that reflect the fire inside her. I look into those emerald fires as I strip, thinking that she looks like the type who gets sad when there’s nothing going on – the type who feels worthless.

She’ll never feel that way with me – worthless. And, since she’ll be with me forever, she’ll never feel that bloody way again. All I had to do was promise not to hurt Chubs and she was mine. So simple. I hadn’t planned on hurting him anyway. The Slayer, her Farmboy, maybe even the soddin Watcher, but not Chubs. He’s too amusing to get rid of and there’s a darkness in him too, waiting to come out.

But she doesn’t need to know that.

Lying down on her warmth, covering her in my own hard body, I can feel her fire burning me. I want to sink into it, warm myself in her. I want to feel her hot, tight, core wrap around my own hard cock.

So I sink into her, filling her with every bloody inch I have in one hard, savage thrust. And she screams, her nails digging into my back. It feels good, the deep gaping wounds she’s giving me as I ram into her tight cunt. I can smell my own blood in the air as I slam into her almost virginal walls. She’s screaming my name, begging me for more.

So I give it to her.

I thrust into her with all I’ve got, waiting to hear her scream in pain, waiting to hear her beg me to stop – knowing bloody well I won’t even if she does. I want this. I want to shag her until she’s so effin sore she can’t bloody walk. But she doesn’t beg me to stop. I see the tears in her eyes, hear the pain in her screams, but she doesn’t beg me to stop.

She begs for more. Little witch gets off on the pain I can give her. Just bloody marvelous. Visions of an eternity of sinking into her fire dance through my head. Sure she will lose the warmth eventually, lose the heartbeat and the blush on her skin. But the fire will never leave. The fire is everything about her that I love and the demon will just make it more intense.

But not yet, not for a while. I don’t want to give up her warmth yet.

I pinch at the hard nub of her tits, knowing that the touch is more pain than anything else. But she enjoys every bloody second of it, screaming for more – begging for more. She’s insatiable in her need for pain. And its all I can do not to lose control and shag her the way I would any random member of my own soddin race.

She’s babbling as she lies there, begging for more in between her screams. My demon is screaming too, wanting to tear into her, claim her as mine or, at the very least, taste the molten fire running through her veins. Her cries are getting closer together, her breathing shallower.

And then she explodes.

The red head screams bloody murder and I know she is coming, the cries closer to pleasure than pain but still walking that same line. My stomach clenches and I can feel my balls pull up close to me, my cock aching as I approach my own release.

With one final, pain filled, thrust I come deep inside of her. Filling her with my dead seed even as I sink my fangs into her luscious neck. Her blood is like ambrosia, warm and full of life and unlike anything I have ever tasted before. I know then she is meant to be with me, I can taste it with every drop her heart pumps out through my tiny little punctures.

She is mine. My fire goddess. I pull away, looking deep into her eyes, and growl, “Mine.” I marked her, made her mine in the eyes of demons everywhere. Its more permanent than a bloody wedding and it means something to me. She doesn’t understand what it means, though, so she just nods, her eyes sleepy as she succumbs to her dreams.

Oh well, I can explain the whole bloody thing tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. There’s no rush. I intend to have her by my side for a very long time. No need to hurry things along and sod it all up.

I have all the time in the world. And, one day, so will my little witch. For now though, this is enough. Having her in my arms. Knowing that tomorrow is another day we can fill with pleasure and pain. I’m gonna give her the world. If she wants the Slayer’s head on a platter – I will bloody well give it to her.

Though it would look so much better in a glass case.

If she wants to hang Farmboy between two big ole’ Iowa tractors and tear him limb from limb. Watch as his arms are torn from his body, his mouth screaming as he dies in agony. I’ll do that for her too.

Anything for my fire goddess. She’s going to be my effin protégé. She alone out of everyone I’ve come across has what it takes to be my true childe. She alone has the strength and determination of heart to make her unlife bloody mean something.

She said she’d be mine if I didn’t hurt the whelp and I damn well intend to hold her to it. It might not endear me to her. But that’s ok. She loves me now in her own way. In the kind of way only this kind of effin need can make you feel. And that’s fine by me.

She wants me and I have to think that with a girl like that any love is better than nothing.

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