The London Sonnets

Spoilers: Anything through Buffy S4 is fair game.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Property of Joss and ME. Just playing.
Summary: A night on the town continues—jealousy abounds.
A/N: Follows So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See. The title is taken from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 105. If it’s any indication, Savvy’s initial reaction was: “Oh . . . oh my . . .” Lots of interesting things lie ahead. for previous installments of the Menageaverse, please visit our website at www.responsibleadults.sadbhyl.riverworld.net


The current song was a light salsa, upbeat and seductive. He held Joyce close as they moved around the floor. It had been far too long since he’d had such an attractive dance partner, or any dance partner, for that matter. Ethan had always enjoyed dng, ng, but had found little opportunity to pursue it in recent years. Fortunately it was like riding a bike, took a bit to remember, but it was all there.

“Is there anything you can’t do, Ethan?” Joyce asked as he twirled her with ease.

“Never was much of a cook,” he replied lightly.

“That seals it. I can’t be with a man who can’t cook,” she made as if to move away, but he held her in place.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t cook, I just said I wasn’t much of a cook. There’s a difference,” Ethan said pointedly.

“Is there now?” Joyce laughed. “Well, I might have to have you prove that to me sometime.”

“I should be insulted that you’re thinking of food at a time like this.”

“Why? You started it. And what should I be thinking about?”

“Me,” he pulled her in for a searing kiss. Joyce’s mouth opened willingly, inviting him deeper. And still he managed to keep time with the music. That was talent, if he said so himself.

Ethan hadn’t felt so, well, happy for a long time. It was a strange feeling, not one he was used to feeling. Oh, he got a certain joy out of life and chaos, but if he were to be completely honest he hadn’t actually been happy for years now. One chance meeting in a hellmouth bar and his life had gone down an unpredictable path.

Their kiss ended just as the song switched to a contemporary pop tune. He abhorred pop, but hated the idea of getting off the dance floor even more.

“Up for another dance?” he queried, already moving them to the new beat.

“Mm, doesn’t seem you’re giving me much of a choice,” she grinned.

About mid-way through the piece he felt Joyce tense. Something was up. Ethan switched their positions to see what she had seen. Ah, Rupert and some blond chit seemed to be deep in conversation. Territorial. Joyce was jealous.

“You know he has eyes only for you, my dear,” Ethan spoke softly in hear ear.

“And you,” she added, managing to maneuver it so she was facing Rupert again.

“Then what are you worried about?”

“I don’t like her.”

“I never took you for the judgmental type, Joyce,” he said amused.

“Well, surprise, I am,” she bit back.

That was definitely unexpected.

“Probably just an old friend,” he said comfortingly.

Joyce remained silent.

After a few more minutes he’d had enough. He wondered if his and rt’srt’s positions were reversed if her response would be the same. Last night at the bar she had seemed upset to see him chatting with the dark haired woman, but not to this extent. Inevitable that feelingsld fld favor Rupert, but it didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Is my dancing that terrible?” Ethan inquired, dipping Joyce low and snapping her back up to press close.

She blinked at him. “No, it’s wonderful.”

“Do you find it dull?” He twirled her quickly.

“Of course not.”

“Then why in the hell are you paying attention to Rupert,” he said, sharper than he’d intended. “If you’d rather be with him, say so.”

“I’m with you.”

“Are you really, Joyce?”

She ld atd at him stunned. “Yes, I am.”

“Then act like it.”

“Excuse me?” She broke out of his grasp and narrowed her eyes.

A small part of him warned against this, but the larger part was angry, jealous, and hurt. It would not let him back down.

“I’m just a substitute, aren’t I? Enough for a good shag and nothing more.” Ethan could feel his ire rising; he should walk away.

“Oh no, we are not having this conversation. If that is what you think, after everything—” she threw her hands up in disgust, turned on her heels and marched away.

Ethan waited, watching Joyce go. No, she was not going back to him yet. With that decision he was after her. He caught her on the stairs and, grabbing firm hold of her wrist, pulled her after him.

“Ethan, let go,” she struggled as he led her into the dark hallway past the restrooms.

He released her in the alcove near the emergency exit, only to pin her against the wall.

She looked up at him, gaze challenging. Well? it seemed to ask.

Which one of them started the kiss was uncertain, but once it began it only increased his hunger. Ethan poured out every ounce of frustration and rage and, gods, jealousy that he felt into that kiss and felt Joyce respond in kind, nails digging into the back of his neck.

In retaliation, his right hand found its way to her breast. There was nothing kind in the touch. It was hard and possessive. His fingers gripped tightly, thumb rubbing harshly against the already prominent peak. Joyce arched into him in response.

“Like that, do you, Joyce?” he whispered roughly near her ear, before tugging on the lobe with blunt teeth. “Does he know you enjoy it rough? Hard and fast and unforgiving. Does Rupert ever fuck you? Or does he just worship you? Afraid that you’ll break if he lets go?”

She moaned in response, left hand working at his pants. Once free, he felt her fevered hand wrap tightly around his throbbing cock. Tight to the point of pain.

“Jesus, Joyce!” he hissed, nearly overcome by the sensation. Her thumb began to toy with the head, already slick with precum. His balls clenched in response. No, he was not about to give her that satisfaction.

In one quick motion he removed her left hand from his cock, grasped her right with his free hand and moved both so he could pin them above her head.

“I don’t think so, my dear,” he said coolly, managing to hold both of her hands with his left, his right sliding down her body until it could slip up under her leather skirt. The material had little give, but he managed to work it urazirazing over her garters until he reached her center, hot, wet, and completely uncovered. He almost lost it again. “Oh, fuck, Joyce.”

“What’s the matter, Ethan, forget what to do?” she asked sardonically.

That was too much. Two fingers went into her channel with no warning.

“Jesus . . . fuck!” she screamed. Fortunately the volume of the club’s music was loud enough to drown her out to any unwanted eavesdroppers.

“Like that, do you?” He ground his thumb down hard against her slick clit just as his fingers found that one sweet spot deep inside.

“God, Ethan!” she shuddered in response, so very close. Perfect.

He removed his hand and brought it up between them. She looked at him, eyes slightly glazed. Knowing he had her full attention, he proceeded to lick each digit clean, her heady flavor rich and wonderful.

To her gaping expression he replied, “Delicious.”

Her eyes rolled up and Joyce elicited a deep moan. “Need you,” she managed, voice low and hoarse. When he didn’t reply or move, “Fuck me now, Ethan. Please.”

“Please?” he grinned wickedly. “Are you begging, Joyce?”

His fingers traced lightly across her cheek, thumb grazing across her swollen lower lip. She bent her head forward to take the digit in, sucking as her tongue teased around it. Then her teeth clamped down and released.

“Fuck me now!” she ordered.

Unable to argue even if he’d wanted to, and still keeping her hands pinned, Ethan’s free hand moved down to help lift her into position. Joyce’s legs wrapped vise-like around his hips as she took him in, pulling him impossibly close.

“Joyce!” he breathed as the silky, wet heat wrapped around him. She rocked her hips in response, riding him as he stood there lost. Instinct took over and he began to match her with deep, searching thrusts, battling with her for dominance in this game.

In the end, he came first, spending himself forcefully inside her womb. He registered her triumphant smile but couldn’t let it remain. Releasing her hands, his left found its way to her clit and soon wiped away the smile as she came with a soul shuddering scream.

There were no words. They clung to each other, silent except for gasping breaths as they came down.

Ethan finally raised his head to look at Joyce. What he saw in her face mirrored his own sense of shock.

“Christ.”