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zarahjoyce) wrote2010-09-22 11:00 am
zarahjoyce) wrote2010-09-22 11:00 am
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Fic prompts # 2
So apparently all the prompts I'm filling up are about/featuring Darla :> I really, really want to do some C/A ones but for some reason, I can't. Grr, argh, why is this :(
Angelus/Darla
Oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do?
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A sharp pain pierces her chest, as she watches him.
"Hush now, darling. It will be over soon," he says, his bloodied mouth hovering above her bloodied breast.
"Soon?" she inquires, one brow arched.
He looks back at her. Grins. Oh, how she adores that look on him. "A few hours, maybe. If I don't tire of her yet." He lowers his head, licks a bloody trail up her ear. Pierces the delicate skin there. "Maybe days, if I'm feeling particularly saintly."
Beneath him, the girl twitches, her legs trying to deny him, her bound hands trying to shove him off her.
"Ah, you still have some strength in you, don't you girlie?" He catches her hands, holds them down over her head. The girl cries out in delicious pain. "I just love a woman with spirit."
"Hmmm." She smiles at him in approval. "All the more reason to break it, I suppose."
He chuckles against her neck. Inhales her warm scent, over and over, as his hands roam down. "You want to see her beg, my sweet?" He moves her long, long skirt up and pinches her there. "I can make her beg for you."
"No, my love," comes her swift answer. "This one's for you alone. I want to see you enjoy yourself. Have fun with her."
He rises from the bed and heads straight towards her, eyes dark with intent. He grabs her from her seat and forces her up, planting a cruel kiss on her mouth until her lips break under his. She returns the favor by drawing blood from his tongue, sucking on it until he groans.
She can taste her blood and his and hers and oh, how glorious it is.
"You know it's always better when you participate," he tells her, his teeth now nipping little cuts on her neck.
She chuckles, bares more skin for him to feast on. "I do. But this time I only want to watch you, my boy."
"Suit yourself." He gives her lips one last lick before heading towards the bed. "Looks like it's just you and me, girlie." He grins, sinks his mouth on her inner thigh, elicits a shrill cry from the woman.
She sits primly on her chair and smiles as she watches, even as a sharp pain pierces her chest yet again.
Vampires cannot love, but dear god, with him she feels like she almost could.
Angelus/Darla
Oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do?
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A sharp pain pierces her chest, as she watches him.
"Hush now, darling. It will be over soon," he says, his bloodied mouth hovering above her bloodied breast.
"Soon?" she inquires, one brow arched.
He looks back at her. Grins. Oh, how she adores that look on him. "A few hours, maybe. If I don't tire of her yet." He lowers his head, licks a bloody trail up her ear. Pierces the delicate skin there. "Maybe days, if I'm feeling particularly saintly."
Beneath him, the girl twitches, her legs trying to deny him, her bound hands trying to shove him off her.
"Ah, you still have some strength in you, don't you girlie?" He catches her hands, holds them down over her head. The girl cries out in delicious pain. "I just love a woman with spirit."
"Hmmm." She smiles at him in approval. "All the more reason to break it, I suppose."
He chuckles against her neck. Inhales her warm scent, over and over, as his hands roam down. "You want to see her beg, my sweet?" He moves her long, long skirt up and pinches her there. "I can make her beg for you."
"No, my love," comes her swift answer. "This one's for you alone. I want to see you enjoy yourself. Have fun with her."
He rises from the bed and heads straight towards her, eyes dark with intent. He grabs her from her seat and forces her up, planting a cruel kiss on her mouth until her lips break under his. She returns the favor by drawing blood from his tongue, sucking on it until he groans.
She can taste her blood and his and hers and oh, how glorious it is.
"You know it's always better when you participate," he tells her, his teeth now nipping little cuts on her neck.
She chuckles, bares more skin for him to feast on. "I do. But this time I only want to watch you, my boy."
"Suit yourself." He gives her lips one last lick before heading towards the bed. "Looks like it's just you and me, girlie." He grins, sinks his mouth on her inner thigh, elicits a shrill cry from the woman.
She sits primly on her chair and smiles as she watches, even as a sharp pain pierces her chest yet again.
Vampires cannot love, but dear god, with him she feels like she almost could.