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
Views:
1,606
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
eyes half closed as she swayed
'Well I could sleep forever
But it's of her I dream
If I could sleep forever
I could forget about everything'
Tara frowned, her forehead furrowed as she studied the pattern that lay before her. To say that the way the cards had fallen intrigued her would be an understatement. Her fingers traced the outline of the Death card, before straying to the Tower, the High Priestess, the Lovers, the Ace of Cups, and finally the Five of Cups.
She sighed and swept them back into the deck, uncertain about what had been revealed to her. If it hadn't been for the feeling in the back of her mind that the message was important she wouldn't have given it a second thought, but the feeling was there and she couldn't put it out of her mind. Not for the first time she wished that she could ask Willow for her interpretation, but she didn't dare to even tempt Willow with the tarot cards. She feared the if her fellow witch sensed the vibes that came from the charged deck she would begin to vividly recall her power high, and perhaps this time she wouldn't be able to stop in time.
Reluctantly, Tara returned the deck to it's bag and tried to push the reading out of her mind. Quietly she turned off the lights, her room illuminated only by the soft glow of the blue and green Christmas lights that were draped at certain points around her room. Wordlessly, she slipped out of her loose skirt and shirt, letting them fall to the floor around her in a silent puddle.
Her hands strayed to the front of her bra, her fingers running lightly across the soft exposed skin of her breasts, and the across the creamy satin fabric to caress her nipples which puckered and hardened against her fingertips. She sighed, remembering a time when it would have been her lover's mouth and hands at work on her breasts, warm skin against her's.
The hushed whispers and giggles.
Brush of skin against skin.
Red tongue and mouth suckling on her breasts, stomach and sex.
Her own mouth encircling a dusky nipple.
She sighed and felt the wetness between her thighs grow. She unclasped her bra and let it join her clothing on the floor around her feet. Slowly her hand slid down her stomach and into the waistband of her underwear, teasing and tickling the sensitive skin. Soon her underwear joined her other clothing on the floor and she moved towards the bed.
She lay there for a while, riding the waves of her soft orgasm, drawn out and languid. Finally, she felt the last surges die away and she closed her eyes, letting her breathing return to normal and her body drift off to sleep, hoping that the time would come when she would no longer have to lie alone, but in the arms of her lover.
* * *
Drusilla rubbed the flower between her hands, breathing in it's heady scent as she danced away from the window and into the deserted street. She tucked the slightly wilted flower in her hair and paused mid swoop, her arms spread, Naughty witch.
She laughed and dropped the pose, turning slightly in the moonlight, Oh but she is lost! Lost, lost, yes!
She laughed again, her eyes half closed as she swayed, Lost among the flowers ...
But it's of her I dream
If I could sleep forever
I could forget about everything'
Tara frowned, her forehead furrowed as she studied the pattern that lay before her. To say that the way the cards had fallen intrigued her would be an understatement. Her fingers traced the outline of the Death card, before straying to the Tower, the High Priestess, the Lovers, the Ace of Cups, and finally the Five of Cups.
She sighed and swept them back into the deck, uncertain about what had been revealed to her. If it hadn't been for the feeling in the back of her mind that the message was important she wouldn't have given it a second thought, but the feeling was there and she couldn't put it out of her mind. Not for the first time she wished that she could ask Willow for her interpretation, but she didn't dare to even tempt Willow with the tarot cards. She feared the if her fellow witch sensed the vibes that came from the charged deck she would begin to vividly recall her power high, and perhaps this time she wouldn't be able to stop in time.
Reluctantly, Tara returned the deck to it's bag and tried to push the reading out of her mind. Quietly she turned off the lights, her room illuminated only by the soft glow of the blue and green Christmas lights that were draped at certain points around her room. Wordlessly, she slipped out of her loose skirt and shirt, letting them fall to the floor around her in a silent puddle.
Her hands strayed to the front of her bra, her fingers running lightly across the soft exposed skin of her breasts, and the across the creamy satin fabric to caress her nipples which puckered and hardened against her fingertips. She sighed, remembering a time when it would have been her lover's mouth and hands at work on her breasts, warm skin against her's.
The hushed whispers and giggles.
Brush of skin against skin.
Red tongue and mouth suckling on her breasts, stomach and sex.
Her own mouth encircling a dusky nipple.
She sighed and felt the wetness between her thighs grow. She unclasped her bra and let it join her clothing on the floor around her feet. Slowly her hand slid down her stomach and into the waistband of her underwear, teasing and tickling the sensitive skin. Soon her underwear joined her other clothing on the floor and she moved towards the bed.
She lay there for a while, riding the waves of her soft orgasm, drawn out and languid. Finally, she felt the last surges die away and she closed her eyes, letting her breathing return to normal and her body drift off to sleep, hoping that the time would come when she would no longer have to lie alone, but in the arms of her lover.
* * *
Drusilla rubbed the flower between her hands, breathing in it's heady scent as she danced away from the window and into the deserted street. She tucked the slightly wilted flower in her hair and paused mid swoop, her arms spread, Naughty witch.
She laughed and dropped the pose, turning slightly in the moonlight, Oh but she is lost! Lost, lost, yes!
She laughed again, her eyes half closed as she swayed, Lost among the flowers ...