-5th
Floor-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
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 : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
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THE
PALACE: 5TH FLOOR
I
open my eyes, reluctantly, not sure why I'm awake... Oh. There goes my stomach
growling, so I guess I'm hungry.
It
takes me a couple seconds to figure out where I am, at first. But yeah, I
remember, I'm in a hotel room. The penthouse suite.
*Spike's*
penthouse suite.
And
that explains the arm around my waist and the cool, hard (very hard) body
pressed up against me from behind.
But I
don't remember falling asleep last night - this morning. I just remember really
amazing orgasms and biting. Oh. I passed out. That's never happened before.
I run
my fingers over the bite on my throat and wince. Okay, that is definitely going
to leave a scar. I'll have to do a really good makeup job when I go on my next
audition.
It's been
a long time since I've woken up with anyone, especially someone who's warm. And
she *is* warm, in all the right places. My arm is wrapped around her waist, my
hand resting on her breast. I've got one leg in between hers and can feel the
heat from her quim on my thigh.
And her
hair... I smell her hair, right under my nose.
She's
awake. I know she is.
I can
feel it.
I can
smell it- smell her... hear it in her heartbeat.
It's
late- past six in the evening. We slept the day away... I smile at that.
She runs
her fingers over my mark on her throat. Yeah- she remembers *that*, as if I'd
let her forget it.
I squeeze
her breast a bit before asking, "Why?"
I
jump a little. I didn't think he was awake. I was actually hoping I could
disentangle myself and run to the restroom to do something about how horrible I
always look in the mornings. Or... I guess whenever I first wake up, which in
this case is evening.
I run
my fingers through my hair a little, and say, "Why, what?"
I lick
the rough, torn skin on her throat and purr, "You *know* what."
I
whimper a little and turn my head to let him continue to lick the mark. His
tongue feels good, soothes the little bit of soreness. *He* just feels good.
I
shrug. "Because I felt like it." That's about the only answer I have,
because the truth is I didn't really think through any of the last twenty-four
hours. I just did what he kept telling me, which was take what I wanted. Only
time will tell if I'll regret that one day.
I guess
it's good an answer as any.
"Sun's
down," I say, licking her shoulder and nuzzling her neck.
"Um...
yeah?" I say, wondering if he has a point. And if his point has anything
to do with leaving this bed, well I'm not going to be too happy with that. I'm
still tired and getting a little horny with his body pressed against me.
"Thought
we might go out," I say. "Get you some new clothes... maybe go
dancing or something- get some dinner..."
"Um..."
I pull away and sit up. Going dancing sounds like fun. Going shopping
*definitely* sounds like fun. It's the 'dinner' part that stops me cold.
And I
know, I said I could deal with what he is. And I can. I think. But that doesn't
mean I can deal with being anywhere near him while he's doing what he does.
"Maybe,
I ... I need to take a shower," I say, getting to my feet and walking into
the restroom.
She runs
off pretty quick.
Damn.
I'm
lonely now.
I stand
up (completely naked, because *I* have nothing to be ashamed of, and neither
does she for *that* matter) and follow her and knock on the door.
Well,
shit. I was hoping for a little alone time to clear my head and just think.
And... I don't know what I was planning on doing after that.
But
if I refuse to let Spike in, then he'll think something is wrong. And then
he'll get mad because I *did* tell him I could accept what he was, and I wanted
to be here. And I do.
It's
just ... I get the water temperature the way I want it and step behind the
curtain under the spray. "Yeah, you can come in if you want," I say.
I open
the door and she's already in the shower, which is probably good, since I don't
think we could behave if she weren't.
Not that
there's anything stopping me from jumping in behind her and that might be a
viable plan for later... but-
I hop up
on the counter and sit, watching her body behind the curtain. Damn- I think the
next place I get will have glass doors, instead of non-see through curtains.
"Aren't
you hungry?" I figured she *would* given the activities of the morning.
"I thought we'd find someplace better than room service... but if you
don't want to, that's fine too. Nothin' to get upset over, Luv."
"I'm
not upset," I say. And I'm glad I can't see him, and vice versa. It's
easier to lie. "I'm just still a little tired and ... sticky from... you
know. So I wanted a shower.
"And...
sure, we can go out," I say, because there *has* to be some way to make it
work. I'll just... look the other way when he eats? Fuck. Okay, so... Well...
Then... I'll just tell him. 'Spike, I can't watch you feed.' It's that simple.
So
why am I not saying it?
"If
you don't wanna go out, we won't go out," I say.
"Ooo!
I know- we can pay someone an obscene amount of money to come *here* with all
these great clothes. It'll be just like 'Pretty Woman' only with the whore
thing." Okay- *that* came out with a lot more excitement and *knowledge*
than I'd hoped.
"Do
you like Chinese? 'Cause we can order in." And bloody hell- what is she...
touching now... Oh. "Want some help washing away the sticky?"
Oh. I
think I'm starting to understand. He didn't mean *his* dinner. Just mine.
Boy
do I feel like an idiot for jumping to the wrong conclusions. And I can't help
smiling when he makes the 'Pretty Woman' comparison. Like my mind didn't go
there hours ago.
And
shit, I didn't think he could see that, through the curtain. I *was* just
cleaning. Yeah. That's all it was.
"If
you come in here, I have a feeling I'll just end up stickier," I say. And
as tempting as that *does* sound, I really am hungry. "Later," I
decide, turning off the faucets. I reach through the opening for the towel I
left on the sheeeeelllf.
"Where's
my towel?" I demand, pulling the curtain back and glaring at him.
I'm
holding it of course.
*Very*
far away from the tub.
I
actually have it wrapped carefully around my cock.
That's
where it is.
"I
have no idea, Pet," I reply innocently.
I
roll my eyes at him as I step out of the shower. And I won't laugh; he's
*irritating!* I open the cabinet and pull out another towel, starting to dry
myself.
"So,
Chinese?" I ask with a smile. I grab a brush I stuffed in my little makeup
kit and start working on making myself look beautiful again.
"I
don't much care for Chinese people," I shrug.
"Ate
one once and he didn't agree with me. Although that first slayer I-" I'm
judging by her lack of interest, that she doesn't really find my killings
extremely interesting. Damn. I do so love regaling vamp trollops with my tales
of slayer slaying.
Wrong
crowd, I guess.
"Anyway-
I was I really hoping we could go out. I know this killer club. I'm sure you'll
love it, Ducks."
Killer.
Damn.
WHY does he keep saying things like that?
I
finish brushing my hair and start on my makeup. It's strange to look in the
mirror and not see him standing behind me, even though he's there. And it's
also strange that I don't feel self-conscious being naked with him in the same
room.
And
it would also definitely feel strange if I saw him kill someone. I don't want
to think about that side of him. I want to think about the side that's considerate,
and gentle, and giving...
But
that other side is him, too. I can't ignore that. But I also can't ignore how I
feel about that side of him. I put on my lipstick and turn to look at him.
"Spike, if you're hungry then maybe... " I turn and walk out to the
bedroom, pulling on my clothes from last night. "...why don't you go do...
that, and we can meet later at the club," I suggest.
"You
look bloody edible in that, Pet and there's no way in demonic Hell that I'm
lettin' you walk around by yourself. I *know* what lurks in the dark, I *am*
one."
I grab a
new pair of jeans from the closet and a new black t-shirt. "'Sides- you
need clothes, besides those, not that those aren't perfectly gorgeous on you...
but- what would you do if we ended up coming all over them?"
"That
won't be a problem if we go separately," I say. "And we're *not*
having sex at the club," I add, firmly, ignoring his pout.
"And
as for me being alone at night like this... I survived Sunnydale, Spike, and
I've survived L.A. for two months. You don't need to worry about me having a
run in with another big bad monster. I can hold my own." Damn, I just wish
he'd figure out my hang-up about this, without me having to come out and say it
to him. I *don't* want to get into an argument with him. I just want to be able
to avoid coming face to face with him as a killer.
"Yeah,
well- no mate of mine is gonna be out by herself. We're going together and
that's final. This club has great food so you can eat when we get there. I
guess- if you wanted to, you could go shopping tomorrow while I slept."
I step
into my Docs and lace them up a bit. And where did I leave my duster?
"OOH!"
I yell, stomping my feet in frustration. "Damn it, Spike, you don't OWN
me! If I want to go somewhere on my own, then I'll--" Wait. Stop. Rewind.
Did he say... "Mate?"
Oops.
"Yeah-
Mate- as in me mates and I went to the pub. A friend- a compadre- ya know, I'm
British. I use British slang. And we're going together. I'm not gonna let your
gorgeous body out of my sight."
Oh.
Of course. How silly of me to think...
And
now he probably thinks that since I jumped to that conclusion, then... Well,
shit.
"I
don't feel like going out, after all," I say. "I'm actually getting a
headache. So... why don't you go eat, I'll order in. Maybe I'll feel better by
the time you get back." I turn and walk into the living area, not waiting
for his response.
Okay-
*glad* I talked my way out of *that* one. Although technically- I drank from
her. She drank from me. We're mated, not permanently but for now...
But... I
growl loudly and following her into the living room. "You're GOING!"
I growl.
I
look up at him from where I'm sitting on the couch, having grabbed myself a
beer bottle from the refrigerator. "I'm not," I reply calmly.
*I’m*
getting mad. I growl again and throw a chair across the room and it shatters as
it hits the wall.
I wanna
show her off. I wanna take her out and show her a good time. "What in the
bleedin' hell is your *problem*, Cordelia?"
I
jump a little when he throws the chair. And if he's trying to scare me, he's
doing a good job. Even though I didn't need the reminder that he could do a
whole lot *more* than that. "I *told* you--" There goes another
chair. "If I have to spell it out for you, then fine. I know you're hungry
but I don't want to watch you... eat." There. That wasn't too hard to say.
I get
up and walk over to open the sliding door. I step out onto the balcony. I like
the ocean view. I haven't spent a whole lot of time on the beach, the past two
months. I've been too busy trying to find a paycheck.
I
wonder if I'll be doing that again tomorrow. Probably, if he can't understand
my problem with getting too up close and personal with exactly who he is and
what he does for amusement.
One of my
favorite Sunnydale words comes to mind.
Duh.
"Well,
that works out then, Pet," I say as I step in behind her, "Because
I'm not hungry." I purr a bit (involuntarily of course) and add, "You
filled me up just fine."
Oh.
Okay. I just thought... I turn and look at him. "But what about when you
are?" I just have to ask, it's better just to deal with all this stuff
before we find certain things out the hard way. "I'm not asking you to
stop killing. I'm just asking you not to expect me to be anywhere near you when
you do. Can you deal with that?"
I guess
it's good she ask her questions now. And it's *also* good that she doesn't
expect me to roll over and be Peaches, because Angel, I am *not*.
As I've
said before- I like who I am and I like what I do.
"Define
*near*?"
Good
question. "All right. Let's put it this way. I don't want to see you kill
anyone. But I'm not saying you can't feed *ever* when we're out together. I ...
That wouldn't be fair of me to expect. I did say I could accept what you are.
So... if we go out, and you wander off for a few minutes... I'm not going to
want to know details when you come back to me."
"I
think I can live with that," I reply with a smile. "If you can."
Oh.
That was ... much easier than I thought it would be. "I can," I
agree, and I can't help smiling a little. He pulls me close and I moan as I
feel his hard cock through our clothes. I rub against him and say, "Are
you *sure* you want to go out?"
I groan.
I can't help it. Shit- she feels so... so... Shiiiit.
"Not
if you keep doin' that. But I really think you'll like this club, Cor. And you
need somethin' to eat."
"Yeah,
I'm hungry," I admit. "Okay, then. I guess we can go," I say
with a sigh. I pull away and walk back inside, throwing over my shoulder,
"But now ... Damn. I might have to rethink that 'not wanting to have sex
at the club' thing I said earlier."
I'm
only kidding. I think. But I *am* really horny. Shit, all he has to do is touch
me, anywhere, and I get wet. So I don't know, we might end up doing a whole lot
more than dancing at the club. Especially if it's what Spike wants, because so
far he's been able to talk me into almost everything he's wanted.
"We
wouldn't be the only ones," I say as I close the door.
Bloody
hell- I love her.
Her beautiful body... those
gorgeous legs... tan legs... and she's *all* mine.
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