nights in white satin
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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1,602
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milky pall across her face
'Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world
And the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something'
The moon shone down unbroken through the night sky. It's pale beams stretched across the green grass and the grey headstones. It slid through the trees and flowers and cast a milky pall across her face.
She stood, staring upwards at the sky absently, letting the moonlight wash over her. She breathed in the scent of the night and felt the stillness sink into her skin. On the ground next to her, the body of the mangled and long-dead demon lay rotting, the sickly-sweet stench fading into the night around her and carried on the breeze over the empty cemetery.
She was barely aware of the stench and the decomposing body that it came from. Her eyes closed and she took another deep breath, attempting to quench the pit of adrenaline that raced through her. Her hands trembled slightly and her breathing was ragged. Opening her eyes she looked down at the gore stained blade that lay on the grass in front of her.
A simply beheading would've done the job, even a well-performed twist of the neck would've ended the hunt. But the moment she'd pounced upon the creature, knife drawn, blood surging, nothing had gone as she'd planned.
For a nt snt she'd lost herself, drifting away into the comforting blackness while her body took over, and then an unexpected hit had sent her back into reality with a jarring speed -- so much like the shock she had felt upon awakening underneath the ground -- that she had let out a cry that broke the silence of the night and sent the demon scampering back a pace or two.
Even now she could feel the echoes of the sound bubbling beneath her skin, tossing and turning, begging for release. She closed her lips in a tight line and turned her gaze away from the stained blade. Involuntarily, her gaze was drawn to the corpse beside her. Thick black blood oozed from it's gashes, no longer the warm rush that it had been when she'd inflicted them. Now it was just a steady trickle that refused to stop.
It doesn't matter.
Her voice was small in the stillness of the cemetery and she repeated it again, a little louder as if her increase in volume could validate her actions. She flushed, remembering her rage as she'd torn into it, her fists and feet and the blade shining in the darkness, plunging into the hard flesh again and again and again until the body had dropped under her on the grass and lain still, oblivious to the steel that embedded itself in it's hide.
She took a few steps forward, her mouth a hard line, her eyes acquiring the vacancy that had become her trademark in the last few months. Her pace was slow and steady as she moved away from the demon and the knife that was half hidden against the grass.
She was calm when she reached the crypt and pushed the door open. She stood there for a moment, staring at him as he lit his cigarette, until he returned her gaze with one of his own. Smoldering.
She took three steps forward and he closed the distance between them, and then she was pressed flush against him, her mouth seeking his, and her small hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
'Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused'
Her blunt teeth bruised his lips and he tasted blood where he had bit her tongue. Her nails dug into his bare back and he pressed her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, her wet crotch pressed against his hardness.
So, he managed between brusque kisses, baby wants to play.
Shut up, Spike.
He growled and with practiced ease pinned her hands above her head, immobilizing her. Teasingly, he thrusted against her, forcing her to emit a series of low and broken moans.
His mouth was pressed against the softness of her cheek and hair as he whispered dangerously, You've just come from the kill.
She moved against him, the hardness of the crypt wall scraping her back as her breasts pressed tightly against her chest, the nipples hardened as she moved them over his ski
I
I can smell it on you, he moved his mouth down the column of her neck, to the spot where her shirt dipped tantalizingly between her breasts and then drew his tongue across her cloth covered nipples. Taste it on you.
She moaned again and the cries that rested under the delicate ice of her skin reared up, beating against their encasing to be let out.
Tell me Slayer, one hand drifted from her wrists to her center, stroking lightly ine wie with the movement of his hips, languidly reaching under her shirt to squeeze a familiar breast, tell me what you want. He kissed her against her collarbone and then on her flushed mouth. What you crave.
Release. The word was a heady moan and she could still feel the steel blade in her hand, the arm black blood on her fingers, wiped off by thwy gwy grass.
She balanced her forehead against his, the rushing under her skin growing more and more pronounced. Make me scream, Spike. I need to scream ...
He kissed her hard and fast as his hands began undoing his belt and pulling down her pants just far enough down over her hips. Just the way you like it, he whispered before he entered her.
Harder, faster, she mewed into his ear, her nails raking over his skin and leaving little red trails where they had passed. The cries beat against her ribcage and she could feel it traveling up her throat and then, without warning, she screamed and screamed and screamed.
'I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna let no one inside'
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world
And the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something'
The moon shone down unbroken through the night sky. It's pale beams stretched across the green grass and the grey headstones. It slid through the trees and flowers and cast a milky pall across her face.
She stood, staring upwards at the sky absently, letting the moonlight wash over her. She breathed in the scent of the night and felt the stillness sink into her skin. On the ground next to her, the body of the mangled and long-dead demon lay rotting, the sickly-sweet stench fading into the night around her and carried on the breeze over the empty cemetery.
She was barely aware of the stench and the decomposing body that it came from. Her eyes closed and she took another deep breath, attempting to quench the pit of adrenaline that raced through her. Her hands trembled slightly and her breathing was ragged. Opening her eyes she looked down at the gore stained blade that lay on the grass in front of her.
A simply beheading would've done the job, even a well-performed twist of the neck would've ended the hunt. But the moment she'd pounced upon the creature, knife drawn, blood surging, nothing had gone as she'd planned.
For a nt snt she'd lost herself, drifting away into the comforting blackness while her body took over, and then an unexpected hit had sent her back into reality with a jarring speed -- so much like the shock she had felt upon awakening underneath the ground -- that she had let out a cry that broke the silence of the night and sent the demon scampering back a pace or two.
Even now she could feel the echoes of the sound bubbling beneath her skin, tossing and turning, begging for release. She closed her lips in a tight line and turned her gaze away from the stained blade. Involuntarily, her gaze was drawn to the corpse beside her. Thick black blood oozed from it's gashes, no longer the warm rush that it had been when she'd inflicted them. Now it was just a steady trickle that refused to stop.
It doesn't matter.
Her voice was small in the stillness of the cemetery and she repeated it again, a little louder as if her increase in volume could validate her actions. She flushed, remembering her rage as she'd torn into it, her fists and feet and the blade shining in the darkness, plunging into the hard flesh again and again and again until the body had dropped under her on the grass and lain still, oblivious to the steel that embedded itself in it's hide.
She took a few steps forward, her mouth a hard line, her eyes acquiring the vacancy that had become her trademark in the last few months. Her pace was slow and steady as she moved away from the demon and the knife that was half hidden against the grass.
She was calm when she reached the crypt and pushed the door open. She stood there for a moment, staring at him as he lit his cigarette, until he returned her gaze with one of his own. Smoldering.
She took three steps forward and he closed the distance between them, and then she was pressed flush against him, her mouth seeking his, and her small hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
'Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused'
Her blunt teeth bruised his lips and he tasted blood where he had bit her tongue. Her nails dug into his bare back and he pressed her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, her wet crotch pressed against his hardness.
So, he managed between brusque kisses, baby wants to play.
Shut up, Spike.
He growled and with practiced ease pinned her hands above her head, immobilizing her. Teasingly, he thrusted against her, forcing her to emit a series of low and broken moans.
His mouth was pressed against the softness of her cheek and hair as he whispered dangerously, You've just come from the kill.
She moved against him, the hardness of the crypt wall scraping her back as her breasts pressed tightly against her chest, the nipples hardened as she moved them over his ski
I
I can smell it on you, he moved his mouth down the column of her neck, to the spot where her shirt dipped tantalizingly between her breasts and then drew his tongue across her cloth covered nipples. Taste it on you.
She moaned again and the cries that rested under the delicate ice of her skin reared up, beating against their encasing to be let out.
Tell me Slayer, one hand drifted from her wrists to her center, stroking lightly ine wie with the movement of his hips, languidly reaching under her shirt to squeeze a familiar breast, tell me what you want. He kissed her against her collarbone and then on her flushed mouth. What you crave.
Release. The word was a heady moan and she could still feel the steel blade in her hand, the arm black blood on her fingers, wiped off by thwy gwy grass.
She balanced her forehead against his, the rushing under her skin growing more and more pronounced. Make me scream, Spike. I need to scream ...
He kissed her hard and fast as his hands began undoing his belt and pulling down her pants just far enough down over her hips. Just the way you like it, he whispered before he entered her.
Harder, faster, she mewed into his ear, her nails raking over his skin and leaving little red trails where they had passed. The cries beat against her ribcage and she could feel it traveling up her throat and then, without warning, she screamed and screamed and screamed.
'I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna let no one inside'