Beauty & the Beast

-the Carriage-

-Stroke of Nine & Ten-

AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike, and kissage/strokage of Spike/John

RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)

WARNING: a little violence, bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters.

NOTE : We're on the plane heading for Monte Carlo with a quick stop in New York City. There is also some sexual innuendo and touching between Spike/John along with a bit of kissage/strokage

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THE CARRIAGE : STROKE OF NINE

"Well... my great great great great great great grandfather's great great great grandfather was a carpenter..." She slaps me lightly. "Well- you said 'everything'. But as you can see- you'll need to be more specific."

Yeah, I deserved that. And I didn't even realized I'd said that out loud. "I mean, everything about *your* life - lives... that you feel comfortable telling me. And I know, I didn't make it easy for you last night, by basically telling you to shut up about the slayer story. I'm sorry, I know that's kind of... I don't know. So just forget I said that. I want you tell me anything you want to.

"I am curious to hear the rest of the story about the first slayer you ever ran into, though. What was her name...Victoria?"

I nod, "Yeah- Victoria. I saw her at a party and she was- I wanted her. So I followed her."

I run my finger up and down her arm, and then over her breast. "She was a lot like you," I say. "Her breasts were just like yours. Beautiful and perfect- and they tasted *so* sweet."

"She let you near her without trying to stake you?" No, I'm not going to react to any attempt to make me jealous. Not that it didn't work, I just don't feel like giving him the satisfaction at the moment.

"She invited me," I state. And I did catch the flinch. "Ya know- I'm not *tryin'* to make you jealous or hurt you... but you wanted to know." Well- that's not exactly the truth I guess. I'm just trying to push her buttons so she'll take some control- so she'll *want* to punish me.

How bleedin' tragic am I?

"I'm not... " He gives me a look. "I've had what, seven serious relationships, but you already know that none of my ex's even compare to you... And I know that you've had so many more lovers and probably most of them were so much more experienced than me... I just... It's stupid. Go on. I do want to know."

"Experience has nothing to do with it, Pet. All that counts is the feelings. And I've never felt anything like this before."

Well- something *similar*, *once* before... with Laura.

"Anyway- Victoria was different. She was *looking* for death that night."

"Why?" I ask. And I *knew* I was being stupid, for worrying about who he's been with in the past. He's with me now, and I know that's because he loves me.

I just wish he would've acted even a little bit jealous about any of my previous lovers. But I guess I gave him no reason to be.

"She was in pain. She wanted me to stop it. So I did."

I pause to pull her entire body over so she's draped across me and I can better massage her breasts.

"I followed her for a few blocks before she turned on me. She pinned me against a wall and said that she knew what I was and what I wanted. She told me I could have it on three conditions."

Then, I slowly push one of the sides of the gown off her shoulder to expose her nipple.

I moan and arch up against his hand. But just so he doesn't think I'm all about just taking... I move a little so I can slip my hand down between us to unfasten his jeans. He has to be in serious pain, from not coming for so long. I slide my hand down to his cock and stroke it firmly.

"Mmm... feels good, Luv," I groan. I slide my hand down between her legs and rub my palm against her roughly.

I whimper and spread my legs apart, giving him better access to touch my sex. "So... what... were her... conditions?"

I stop moving my hand as I tell her, "It had to be painless. Enjoyable, was the word she used. She said she knew it could be so. It had to be painless and forever. Her third condition was that I'd would take her baby afterwards and not let the Council have it.

"You see," I say as I rub my palm against her sex, applying quite a bit of pressure. "She'd fallen in love and conceived a child. That wasn't allowed by the Council and they were going to rip the child away from her and kill her. So she wanted to beat them to it, I suppose. I didn't question it too much."

"That's... horrible," I say. "But it ...doesn't surprise.... me." I grab his hand and still it for a moment. It's so hard to concentrate - or talk - when he's touching me like that. "Did you know about the test they give the slayers on their eighteenth birthday? Well, they make the watcher do it. Drug the slayer to see if she can survive without her powers.

"So ... what did you do with the baby?" I ask, letting his hand go again. I haven't stopped the movements of my other hand, yet. I tighten my grip a little, remembering he likes a little bit of pain.

"I did what I said I'd do. I didn't let the Council have it," I reply.

Shit... she always knows just how to touch me.

I slowly push a gown-wrapped finger between her labia and enjoy the little gasp that escapes her lips.

Oh god.... I spread my legs even further, enjoying the feel of the cool satin being pressed inside me. He growls and I realize I gripped his cock a little too hard. I let up a little and continue to jerk him off. "Did you... fuck her?" And I can't believe I'm even asking this, let alone getting turned on by the mental image of it.

"Victoria?" I ask and she nods and whimpers as I push a second finger inside her, further pushing the material inside her. "Oh yes," I reply, "oh yes."

I moan and arch up against his fingers. "T-tell me," I gasp.

"Tell you?" I ask. "Tell you about how I fucked her?"

I whimper and nod. I wonder if he noticed how wet I just got. "If you want to."

Oh yeah. Baby gets turned on by sex talk. And that's fine- 'cause I've got a ton of stories.

"Wanna know about how I fucked her up against a wall in her watcher's house? How I took her in his bed? How much she screamed when she was riding me?"

I slowly start to pull the fabric out of her, making sure it rubs her clit.

"Know I sucked her tits and drank her milk like her baby would have? And how I drank her blood the same way?"

"Ohgod," I moan. I scratch my nails down his cock, wanting to make him lose control the way he does to me so easily.

"Shit!" I growl.

"Is that what you wanted to know?" I ask. "Or did you wanna know if you look the same as she did riding me?"

"Well, not until you... mentioned it. But yes." And I tighten my fingers around his cock, this time on purpose. I just want him to think really carefully about his response.

I growl again, louder this time.

"Why don't... you... give me a little visual... so I can make a sound judgment," I manage between growls and gasps. She really does have the right touch.

I tighten my grip even more. "Sorry, you're gonna have to go on memory."

"Oh come *on*, Pet. You're *killin'* me," I groan.

Granted, I *could* stop her from doin' this to me. I *could* stop her from gripping my cock harder than any cockstrap I've worn.

I *could*.

But I don't.

"Then I really can't make a fair assessment," I reply. "'Less you wanna sit up and gimme a demonstration."

I squeeze even harder, and slide my other hand down to squeeze his balls. "Oh come on, now," I say. "We've had sex dozens of times, Spike. And *you* brought up what I look like ... riding you, as opposed to her. So you clearly have an answer. I just want to hear it. And then, I'll take you inside and make sure we *both* come."

"There's no bleedin' contest, Luv. You *look* way better than she ever could on me."

Good answer. And at this point, I don't care if he's feeding me a line. When my hormones are all out of whack, he sure as hell *better* tell me what I want to hear, even if it isn't the truth.

And as I said, he's going to be rewarded for answering me. I turn to face him, straddling his legs, as I pull the front of my nightgown out of the way. And then I sink down on him, quickly. I moan as my muscles contract around him, adjusting to his size.

"OHbleedin'hell!" I groan as she swallows my cock inside her. I can feel her muscles welcoming me.

Shit- she's so gorgeous. I'm happy when she raises her arms as I pull off the nightgown. As much as I love her in it, I love her *out* of it more.

I take her face in my hands and pull her to my lips for a deep and passionate kiss.

"Now, you said something about coming?"

I raise my eyebrow at him. "I guess I did," I shrug. I brace my hands on his shoulders as I raise up, letting his cock slip almost completely out of me. Then I squeeze my inner walls together tightly, resisting the urge to come from that. I slam myself back down on him, screaming from the slight discomfort mixed with incredible pleasure, as his cock rubs so hard against that sweet spot inside me.

"OHFUCK!" I buck up into her and *barely* retain control. She starts to ride me. Just. Like. That.

I whimper and growl and groan all the while. "I just... I need..."

Shit, I'm so close. I'm shaking and my inner walls are spasming around him. But I don't want to go over without him. "Drink me," I moan. I pull his head to my breast, the one he drank from the other night.

Okay. Don't need to tell me twice. I inhale the tip of her breast into my mouth as my fangs slide out and into her soft, pillowy flesh. Some blood trickles down my chin and falls onto where my cock and her cunt convulse together as we orgasm.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"SHITSPIKE!" I scream, arching up into his mouth as I climax. Fuck that shouldn't feel so good. Oh god...

"Love you," I moan, as I start to recover.

I love hearing her scream my name.

Fuck- I'm still pumping her full of me.

"Love you too," I whisper as she slumps against me and I wrap my arms around her.

I rest my head on his shoulder, and I think I'll just stay right here. I love feeling him inside me like this. And I don't think I could move, if I wanted to.

And I can't believe I got so turned on, hearing about him and that girl. I guess I'm over my jealousy. Some of it, anyway. I think a part of me will always worry about how I compare.

But I won't let that get in the way of hearing about his past. I want to know everything there is to know about him. Maybe it'll help me understand him better, and help me *know* when certain things I say or do around him might not be the smartest choices.

"Still feel like talking?" I ask.

"Long as you stay right here," I say as I kiss her shoulders and slide my tongue along her skin. I'm still hard inside her, which is pretty much all I am around her: still hard.

"Wasn't planning on moving," I say. "Well... unless you want me to," I smile up at him.

But good, he still wants to talk. Because there's something I've been wondering, ever since... well, ever since we ran into Penn - before I knew their real history. And then that something got stuck in my head again after he was kissing John.

"Well, you've told me about a few of your... female lovers. I was wondering... if you wanted to tell me about ... any men you've been involved with?" I'm just curious, really. It has nothing to do with how much watching him kiss John turned me on.

I smile wickedly and I'm glad my face is buried in the crook of her neck.

And I'm glad she brought this up because it will help get her ready for... things to come. Come being the operative and most exciting word there.

"Well- I already told you about the first man I kissed. Obviously the next man after him was Angelus, my sire."

I kiss her shoulder tenderly before sliding my tongue down a little to her collarbone. "He turned me and when I rose, he dragged me back to our home and shagged me senseless."

I move my hands over her bare back. Her skin is so smooth...

Okay, the thought of him and Angel - I mean, Angelus - is just too weird. I can't even imagine it. Although in a strictly 'sexy men' sense, serious yum there.

And I will deny to anyone that I ever had that thought.

I'm not sure if he wants to talk about this, but - "Did you... did you two get along back then?" Okay, that was SO lame. "You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to."

I shrug. "Yeah- I suppose we did, sort of. Long as I did what I was told and rolled over when he told me to."

I guess I've never really ever been *asked* that before.

"Why do you ask?"

"I just wondered," I say. "I figured you didn't, because, well... the whole Acathla thing."

"Well- my Angelus and your Angelus were two different things. He never woulda... done what he did to me in Sunnydale. Never woulda treated me like a whore so bluntly. Least before he actually *liked* me."

But I don't really wanna talk about this right now. "We can dissect the inner workings of my sire-childe relationship some other time. What else do you wanna know?"

"Well..." I rest my head back on his shoulder, and say, "Excluding anymore discussion about him," - which is fine with me; I don't want him to be dwelling on not so great memories. "Tell me about another man you were involved with, maybe ... one you've been in love with?"

Is that a lame question, too? I think it is. I sound so highschool-ish. I hope he knows what I'm trying to get at. I just want to hear a story about one of his male lovers.

Perfect.

"Well, the first one that comes to mind... is named Anton."

I continue to rub her back and I *do* feel her inner walls lightly fluttering around my cock, which is fine. She should probably get used to the feeling, since it's something she'll be feeling for many more years to come. Again- come being the operative and most exciting word in that sentence.

"It's, I suppose, what you might call a 'fascinating' story, really."

"Well, tell me then," I say, running a hand up along his stomach and chest to tease his nipple.

"Dru and I were on our way back from China. Darla had told us to get out for a while after Angelus left again. She was angry or something and we were quite happy to leave.

"I'd just killed my first slayer and word got around fast. Dru and I were making our way through China and Russia. We hit Germany and came down through France and were heading down to Spain. She always liked Spain in the winter.

"Things between us were finally okay. She'd stopped carrying on about Angelus and his poor soul long enough to take notice of how I'd killed a slayer. So life was pretty sweet. Demons were stepping all over themselves to meet me and hear the tale. The notorious Spike- slayer of slayers!

"To say I was proud is an understatement. Life was pretty effin' good. We'd just gotten into Barcelona, when I received a message. It was on beautiful parchment sealed with wax. The letter was fancy, written in blood."

I glance over at the box that's still on the table. "I've got it in there," I tell her. "I've kept it. It was sent in a silver case and delivered promptly, ten minutes after sunset. Wanna see it?"

Ick. A letter written in blood? And it's a good thing my face is buried in his neck, because this is important to him. So I don't want to make him feel like I don't respect the things that matter to him. "Sure," I say.

"JOHN!" I bellow.

Two seconds later he comes running in and can immediately sense his arousal upon entering the room and seeing us.

I hear the door before I can even protest. "Spike!" I'm NOT thrilled about this.

I slap her lightly on the bottom at her protest and pull her hair down over her back.

"Yes, Master?"

"Get me that box on the table and be quick about it."

He carries it over quickly and leaves it beside me on the couch. "Will that... will that be... all? Master?" He stumbles through the words and I really can't blame him. She leaves *me* speechless. And that's saying a lot.

"Yes. Thank you." He scampers off and slams the door behind him. One of these days, I'll give him the buggerin' of his bloody existence. Unfortunately for him, this is not that day.

It's still unlocked and I open the lid. All my treasures. Pictures. Trinkets. Jewelry. Stakes. Ah ha.

I pull out the silver tube. "Isn't it beautiful?" I ask. "It was hand crafted, especially for this letter."

On the top are the initials M & A.

"So, anyway..." she sits up a bit as I open the tube. I pull out the letter and unroll it. "I've kept it in good shape all these years."

I haven't looked at it in a while though. I can still smell the scent of blood and it takes me back... to the last time I saw them.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I ask of the letter. "Written in beautiful calligraphy, like a real royal invitation."

Okay, it really isn't as nasty as I thought it would be. It looks like an old-fashioned letter from like medieval times or something. "Yeah, it's nice," I say. "So who was it from?"

"Anton," I reply before reading it since the handwriting is a lot fancier than I'm sure she's used to seeing, "I, Anton of Aurelius, respectfully request the presence of William of Aurelius in my chambers on the eve of the full moon that commeth the thirteenth of November. My warmest regards to all within the house of Nest this eve."

I roll it up again and make sure to close the case tightly before placing it back in the box.

"The servant was to either bring word back from me, or was to bring me back to his master."

"So he was part of your clan. Had you ever met him before?"

"I'd heard *of* him. However, remember, he is a member of the order, not of our clan. He is the eldest member, and Master, of the Revail Clan. They are the second most powerful clan in the order, after us of course.

"He had the reputation though, among the Order. Back then, it was believed that he would eventually be an Empirical."

Shit. I groan as she scrapes one of her fingernails over my nipple. I love how she touches me.

Clans, orders... I don't know what the difference is. But apparently there is.

"Oh." I smile when he groans, and I feel his cock twitch inside me. I kiss his shoulder lightly, and say, "So did you go meet him?"

"Think I'd be talking if I didn't?"

I laugh a little. Boy did I *ever*.

"He'd already told his servant that I had a paramour. He'd been instructed to take us both. So we went."

I squeeze his cock a little, and moan. Yeah, I definitely have no intention of moving any time soon. "And?"

"We were the carriage for days. A couple weeks I think. The servant just sat and watched us, almost like he was... jealous.

"One night, he said we'd be there by morning. We rode through Venice and just outside the city, we started down this windy road. I looked out the window and we came up upon this large castle.

"It was dark and mysterious, even to us. We followed the servant through the three rows of guards that were in the foyer. Then, he pointed toward a huge room- just like the movies. It was this huge study with the large fireplace.

"He told me that his master would see me, and then he lead Dru down a long corridor as she giggled."

"She didn't mind?" I wonder. I think I'd have a little more trouble just letting him be with anyone he wanted to. I know I wouldn't be able to stop him. But at least I'd want to watch-- What the hell? He's a *really* bad influence on me.

"I'll never understand her. One hundred years and I'm still confused. She ripped some of my lovers apart and other's she could have cared less. Perhaps she knew she had no control over this since he was so much more powerful than she. Perhaps she had a vision that made it okay. I... I'm not really sure. I just know that she was giggling and singing the whole ride up that long road.

"Once the hallway was quite, I looked into the room again. Above the fireplace was this huge, monstrously big painting, of this stunningly gorgeous woman. She was draped nude over the end of a canopy bed with her hair hanging to the floor, this beautiful sated peace in her eyes, to say nothing of her delicious figure.

"I didn't know who she was or why she seemed to *own* the place and everything within, but... I felt so completely out of place there... That's when I heard it.

"I was standing, dumbfounded, in the hallway when I heard this deep, sensuous voice say, 'Come in, William of Aurelius.' A chill ran down my spine as I practically stumbled into the room.

"I looked around the room and it was empty. It spoke again, 'I've heard a great many things about you, William of Aurelius, and I wonder how much truth is held in each morsel.'

"The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. I spun around a few more times to find it's source, but my eyes just kept coming back to that picture and how she hadn't even met me, yet she already owned me.

"'Beautiful, is she not?' He asked. I turned toward the voice and standing right behind me was- well... if God had a face... and I believed in God..."

Wow, I haven't thought of this in so long and yet I think part of me thinks about it every night.

"'Her name?' I asked and he took a step closer to me and said, 'Mia Bella.' He was standing there with his shirt unbuttoned and the word Adonis comes to mind. His eyes were so incredibly penetrating... I nearly came from looking into them.

"I swallowed and asked, 'Why send for me? What do you want with me?' He just laughed a bit and leaned down to whisper, 'What do you *think* I want from you, William?'

"He walked past me and said, 'Come.'" Shit- this might have been embarrassing before, but... I trust her. "And I did. All over my trousers.

"And then I followed him, through a garden to a building in the middle of a field. He closed the door behind us *just* before the sun's first ray would have scorched us."

Shit- I can almost smell the dew on the flowers that morning.

Well, I'm already curious about this guy. If he was sexy enough to make *Spike* lose control, I'm impressed too. "Tell me what he looked like."

Didn't I already do that?

"God," I reply. Plain and simple.

"Inside the room was the bed from the painting and I can only imagine how lucky that girl must have been- and how nervous. I turned to see what he was doing and by then, he had his shirt off and I was so fuckin' hard, I couldn't even think.

"He walked over to me and I could practically *feel* his hand hovering over my cock as he stood there. He said, 'Relax, William' and then kissed me. I hate to be cliché, but he kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. I... his tongue... and his lips... and his eyes- just staring into mine... I came again, right there.

"I couldn't imagine the power he must have if people just *came* in his presence. He nibbled on my neck and whispered, 'Get undressed, William, for I am going to paint your beauty.'

"Shit- I could *feel* those eyes on me as I got undressed. I swear, sanity left me, as he led me over to the bed and draped me across the bed, much like the woman from the painting had been.

"All day, he worked, mixing colors, staring at me intently... occasionally, he'd walk over to kiss me again or touch my skin softly to 'understand how to paint it properly.'

"My entire body was on fire the entire day. I'd never been so effin' turned on in my entire existence and when he announced that he'd finished, he crawled over my body and... I've never experienced anything like what I felt in that room that night. Not Angelus... not Dru... no one had that much power over me. He is the only other man that I've allowed to take me. And he did. Over and over and it was so much more intense than shagging- it was about possession. He owned me- every gasp, every moan, every drop of cum... he owned it all.

"Afterward, he positioned me again and said he had saved my face for last. He said he'd wanted to capture my pleasure in his work."

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

I can feel his cock twitch inside me, as he continues his story. And when he gets to the part about them actually fucking, he gets even harder. Fuck, that's an amazing feeling. I roll my hips against him, biting my lip when his pubic bone presses against my clit. Shit.

Fuckme.

I grab her lip between my teeth and coax her tongue out to play with mine. God- she's beautifully amazing.

"Shit, Lia," I groan. "Just... don't move... enjoy the feeling of us... together... joined like this... me deep inside you..."

It takes every ounce of control that I've learned and every ounce I haven't yet *not* to move... not to thrust... not to come.

"Ever since that night... we've been close. After he'd kept me in that room for three days, we hunted together. He told me about how he'd heard of me through a childe of Darla's. Angelus had told him to keep me safe in the Order and he said the minute he saw me, he knew it had nothing to do with Angelus and everything to do with he and I being made to fit together."

"And... what's ... oh! Mia!" That answers *that* question. "That's who you were on the phone with last night. I mean, this morning."

THE CARRIAGE : STROKE OF TEN

"Yes, Mia called me. What about it?" I ask as I place my hands on her hips and move her *just* *soOHGOD...

"Shit..." I whimper. And I can't remember what his question was now.

Something about... What *were* we talking about? It's *so* impossible to concentrate when you're this turned on.

Okay, Cordelia, you are *not* a blonde. Think. There was a story about... Anton and... sex... and sex between Anton and Spike... and Mia... OH! Mia. And Mia called Spike last night and I got - a tiny, tiny, *tiny* bit - jealous. I must have said something about that.

"I was just... curious." Yeah, that sounds safe and non-jealous enough. "And now I know who she is. So... and they live in Venice still?"

"Basically, but they've been traveling around a bit more lately. They're meeting us in Monte Carlo."

"Oh." And I *am* curious to meet the man who can make Spike lose control, because well, that's just someone to meet. I'm not as thrilled about the probability that the two of them will be going off to have their fun without me getting to wa--

Where were we, anyway??? Oh. Yeah. Now I remember. I kiss my way to his throat and start to nibble on it as I roll my hips against him, putting pressure on my clit again. I moan and clutch at his shoulders, as I repeat the movements, again, and again. And shit I think we're just going to have to stay like this forever. Because I seriously have no interest in stopping this anytime soon.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

What the hell do I do with this? With her?

She's gonna put *Mia* to shame!

She's got such a fuckin' appetite for... speaking of... "So... ya gonna let me have my mouth between your pretty thighs next week?"

Shit. Mental image. I moan as I come, suddenly. Fuck. That's ... ohgod... Shit...

And I think that's a yes to *that* question.

Ohshit. I just close my eyes and concentrate on the feel of her coming around me. She grasps my cock with those fuckin' muscles that *I* awakened. God... she's sweating and panting and rubbing against me... shit.

That's it.

I kick the table across the room, grab her hips and throw us both down on the floor.

We're both more than ready, so I start slamming into her and she doesn't cry at my strength... well- not for *mercy* anyway.

"FUCKSPIKE!" I scream, digging my nails into his back as a second orgasm hits, harder than the first. He growls and pounds into me harder, and I just moan and try not to lose consciousness from the orgasm that refuses to stop.

When I can figure out how to make my muscles obey, I start squeezing his cock as he thrusts inside me, giving him - and myself - an extra bit of friction. He shifts into his demon face, and it doesn't even faze me. I'm not even slightly afraid of him, anymore. I trust him completely. I run my fingers over the ridges on his forehead and then pull his head down for a kiss.

FUCKTHATDOESIT.

I bite her lip just as I thrust in one final time and I'm just coming. And coming. And com-

Well, that was a surprise. But a flattering one. And only fair, since he's done it to me.

I wrap my arms around him and rub his back, noticing I actually put some cuts there with my nails just now. But he didn't complain, so I'm not going to worry.

*ring, ring*

Where's the--

Oh. That worked out nicely. It's within arms-reach, must've fallen off the table. And I'm amazed the servants didn't even wonder what just hap-- "Hello?"

"Well, well. The whore is answering the phone now?"

Shit. "W-what --" FUCK. "What do you want?"

"I was planning on surprising you and William, by meeting you here at the Monte Carlo airport, but I got so bored. I decided to give up the ruse and just tell you what I'm going to do to you when you *do* get here. You and I especially have unfinished business, you know."

Shit. "You're bluffing. There's no way--"

"-- I figured out where you were? William is just *so* bad at keeping secrets, Cordelia. Half the clan knew your plans before *you* did. So it wasn't hard at *all* to find out where to meet you two. And I'm here, as I said, just bored to tears, waiting for you. And when you *do* get here, I'll have a nice, *big* surprise, for you personally, my dear."

"You don't scare me." Liar. I'm terrified, and he knows it, because he laughs.

"I think I do, Cordelia, but you know why? Because you remember that you *wanted* me. And you know how upset that will make our William, if he finds out about--"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don't WANT you! Leave me alone!"

Okay... still inside her: nice.

But her screaming and shaking in terror- not so nice.

Shit. I grab the phone and hear him laughing on the other end.

"I am going to tear you to pieces," I snarl, which shuts him up just long enough for me hang up.

I throw the phone across the room and start kissing her. "It's okay, Luv. He's not gonna touch you again," I whisper before kissing her more and more. "Shhh."

"Ohgod," I bury my face in his neck and just try to focus on *him*: the way he smells, and feels on me, *in* me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry he got me to lose it like that. But he ... he said... he said he's waiting for us. At the Monte Carlo airport."

"Luv, it's day. He's not that stupid. He's just tryin' to scare you. That's what he does, since he knows he won't be able to touch you. He's a coward whose eternal life is gonna be over very soon."

I roll over and she whimpers when I almost slip out of her. Shit- I know the feeling. It just feels like I'm meant to be inside her. I feel cold when I'm not. And I can imagine how incomplete she might feel when I'm not there.

"Let's go to bed," I whisper. "We'll go in and curl up, and I'll rub your back while you sleep. Okay?"

I nod and he stands, helping me to my feet. Shit, I'm still trembling, just from hearing the asshole's voice.

"Cordelia," I say and look her directly in the eye. "You are *not* in danger," I tell her. "I will *burn* before I let him even *see* you. Plus- Mia and Anton? *Very* powerful and strong. And besides liking *me* a whole lot- they also love and respect our Clan, as well as Angelus and Emily. You are *fully* and *completely* protected. Okay?"

I nod. "I believe you. I trust you," I say as I take his hand and we walk back into the bedroom.

We crawl into bed and he pulls me into his arms, against his chest. "I'm sorry, Spike. I hate that he can ... It's not usually that easy to turn me into a sniveling ... coward. Blame the stupid hormones."

"You don't *ever* apologize for your womanly hormones. And don't apologize because you're scared. People get scared- it's only natural. You shoulda seen him with Angelus, though. You think shaking is being a coward? The things he did to try and *not* get punished by Angelus were... crazy.

"And he was terrified of girls too- in the beginning. He was all Puritan and anything having to do with sex scared him. Darla once told me that the first time she'd requested him in her bed, he came early *five* *times* before he was even *in* her."

I pull the covers up over us and I really do like feeling her against me.

"So... they're looking forward to meeting you, I think."

I smile as he does his best to try to make me feel better. The mocking of Penn helps. That, and the way he's rubbing my back, soothingly. After a few seconds, the trembling has stopped completely.

"Who is?"

"Mia and Anton."

"Oh... You ... told them about me?"

"Of course," I answer quickly, but add, "Well... in a way. They've... *heard* about you. News travels very fast in the demonic world and certainly in our order and the vampire community. Penn was sent to London to be on trial for committing an act against our laws, and everyone knew why. And then we went to the ritual... I told you, Luv, people know who you are already. You're famous."

"Famous, or infamous?" I wonder. "Penn was let go, after calling me a liar and a -- I don't want to talk about him. Not on this plane. From now on, *you're* answering the phone calls, whether you're unconscious or not."

"Trust me, Luv. By the time word gets around that we were with Mia and Anton at their home… you'll be the *envy* of every vampire in the Order!"

I must laugh a little bit, "And it's *my* phone- so I would *assume* I'd take the calls. I just... it's hard to keep up with you. I've had more sex in the past few days than I think I had last year. And that's saying a lot.

"I just think that we also need to slow down and relax a bit, because I don't want you to be sore either. *And* I once got this charlie horse in muscles that I didn't even know one *used* during sex and it was *not* fun.

I inhale the scent of her hair and get hard against her thigh. *Again*. "See what you do to me?"

"Mmmm," I moan. "I think you're doing just fine keeping up with me," I smile up at him. "But hey... I wasn't always like this. It's all your fault."

"All *my* fault? Don't go blaming your sex addiction on *me*, Ms. Chase!"

"Who said I was addicted to sex? I never even really *enjoyed* having sex except with--" Anyway. No bringing up past boyfriends. "You're the one who's been testing out all my possible kinks, for the past week. I was a nice, normal... girl and *you* jumped into *my* pool and seduced me."

"Huh," I say. "I didn't actually *seduce* you, as you were already pretty horny, Pet. But I suppose you're right, although it wasn't *your* pool. But ain'cha glad I *did* jump *in*? And speakin' of kinks... we've still got quite a few we haven't even *begun* to test."

I pinch one of her nipples with two of my nails and then add, "And you've also yet to feel two cocks inside you. But you'll have *that* soon enough."

I whimper and arch against him. And shit, what happened to slowing down and relaxing a bit? "You think so, do you?"

"I *know* so, Luv," I whisper. "We'll stretch you *real* good."

Shit... I moan and slide my leg around his hip so I can press closer to him. His cock nudges my clit and I moan again. Damn.

But NO. Be good. He's right. You're going to be way too sore if you don't take a break.

But--

NO.

"Define we," I request.

"Myself and Adonis," I smile as innocently as I can.

Shit- she's so fuckin' hot against my hip. Why's she gotta be so *evil*?

"Assuming I want to" I point out.

I grind against his hip and whimper when my body informs me I *should* take a break. I need time to recuperate. I tuck my head under Spike's chin and close my eyes. Maybe we should sleep for a few hours.

"Oh, you will, when you see him, you will."

"Mmm.... maybe." And I really *am* kind of ... tired...

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