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Dragons Slain-
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
DUNGEON : 3 DRAGONS SLAIN
We get
out to the alley and it's dark as usual. "I'm sorry- I was really hoping
it would be fun. It was really crowded tonight. There must be a conference
coming up. We *could* go find a real night club, if you wanted."
"Who's
Anne?" SHIT. I wasn't planning on asking that. "Don't answer," I
say quickly. "I don't need to know, Penn just ticked me off and got me all
... *I'm* sorry, I don't know why I couldn't just ignore him. Not like I
haven't come across tons of assholes of the non-demon variety here in
L.A."
"What?"
I ask. "Slow down a bit because I think you forgot to breathe."
"It's
not important," I say with a sigh. "Penn just got to me and I hate it
when jerks get to me. That's all." I'm actually glad he's ignoring the
Anne question. That means she's not important. Right?
AAAAHH!
I don't *care* what she is!!! "I wouldn't mind going somewhere else, if
you wanted," I say. I do need to just get my mind off everything and
remember how much I like being in his arms. And if we're in a loud, crowded
place - where I'm not feeling like Penn is mentally undressing me - I think I
could do that *better* than if we go back to the hotel suite, where I can be
alone with Spike and my thoughts.
I know- I
get it. And I guess *this* is something we should deal with as well. "I
didn't fuck her."
Oh.
"I didn't... I don't think I thought... Why was she important enough to
leave me alone with him, then?" I start walking because I don't want to
look at him and see his reaction as I get too clingy, again. I hate that he can
do that to me.
"She
wasn't. She's the one that cleans up the- leftovers- in the back of the
club." I catch up with her quick and make her look at me. "Jealous,
Ducks?"
Oh.
And now *I* feel stupid. He was just eating, and respecting my request not to
have to see that. "No, Penn just said some ... stuff and got me all
confused and-- Is there another club around here? I really didn't want him to
ruin our night out."
"You
*are* jealous. Didn't want me shaggin' her? Or just didn't want me to do it
without you watchin'?"
"I
am *not* jealous and if you want to shag *me* anytime soon, you'll stop saying
that," I reply. "Now are you going to take me? Dancing, I mean.
Somewhere else?"
I slap
her on the ass a bit and run up ahead quickly. "We could go somewhere else
if you want. Or..."
"Or
we could go home, go shag on the beach and then finish the night off with a
nice long bath. But- whatever you want."
Well,
shit. I'm supposed to decide between getting all hot and bothered in public or
going home and having hours of great sex? "The night's far from
over," I point out as I catch up with him and take his hand. "If you
know of a club nearby, we could dance an hour or so and *then* go home and do
those other things you said.
"But
I wouldn't be upset if you'd rather just go home now," I admit. "I
just feel like I ruined your original plan by letting *him* get me all worked
up." And get me worked up he did, but Spike hasn't said anything about
that. So maybe he didn't notice? I hope not. Because now I can't throw Anne at
him as my defense.
"He
did, did he?" I ask her as I sweep her into my arms and press her
intimately against my cock. Shit- I'm so hard I don't even know if we'll *make*
it home before I'm inside her.
I
moan and say, "Not like *that*," but I don't think he believes me. I
gasp when he thrusts his hips against mine. "Shit, take me home."
Wet,
open-mouthed kisses down her neck and the neckline of her shirt toward her
chest and then I stop and slide a hand up inside her shirt. "Your skin
feels so perfect against mine, don't you think?" I ask and a moan escapes
her lips, which I swallow quickly into a kiss, before adding, "But if you
don't admit it, you won't feel it at all."
And then
I release her quickly and walk up ahead. "I know of a club about a block
away."
Fuck.
I catch up with him and ask, "Admit what?" as we walk down the sidewalk.
I know he either means that I was jealous of Anne, or that Penn turned me on.
But I'm sure as hell not going to say *both* of those things out loud.
I just
grin because she *knows* what she has to admit. And she *also* knows that I'm
serious.
I look at
her and say, "Slip a finger in yourself and tell me what you feel."
Oh
thanks for the idea of how to distract you from that humiliating whatever-it-is
you wanted. "I don't need to do that to tell you how wet I am," I say
with a smile. "All because of you, wishing you were inside me... "
I can
see the club down the street. "If I were brave enough I would've let you
touch me - maybe even fuck me on the dance floor- with him watching," I
add. "That's probably what we should've done, to prove he couldn't bother
me. Maybe some day I will be that brave, if we ever see him again."
I yank
her to me and thrust three fingers inside her. "Don't lie," I growl.
"We could *both* smell you."
I
whimper and squeeze his fingers. "F-fine," I gasp. "He got me a
little ho-hot..." I whimper as he thrusts his fingers deeper.
Fuckthathurts! "Shit...doesn't mean I would've acted on it. I can't help
how my body reacted. And he didn't get me as hot as you can."
"*Nobody*
can make you as hot as I can," I tell her before releasing her.
"You'd do well to remember that."
I lick my
fingers clean of her. She's tastes bloody wonderful... just like this morning
and last night and- well, there was nothing before that. But like thus far.
"I
don't care who you get randy- *I'm* the one who takes care of you at the end of
the day. Got it?"
Okay,
now I'm a little irritated. How could he think-- "Just because we ... You
were the first one I've ever just jumped into bed with, without... I *don't*
sleep around," I reply as I turn away from him and keep walking. "If
you followed me around in Sunnydale, you would've known that."
HEY!
Who the
hell does she think she is?
I growl
and grab her arm. "First off, you *never* walk away from me. Or did the
watcher forget to mention *that* as well."
I try
to pull my arm away but he just squeezes it harder. "Ow!" He's
starting to scare me, now. "Spike, what, do you want me to say I'm sorry?
Well I *am* sorry that jerk turned me on, but it doesn't give you the right to
treat me like a slut. And I *will* walk away from you if you piss me off. If
you don't want me to try to change who you are, then you don't have the right
to try to change *me*. You don't own me."
I DO!
But I
bite my tongue right before *that* comes out.
Shit- now
I'm bein' like Angelus was. And I swore I would never be like him. It's not
like I'm obsessed with her...
I ease up
on her arm and she yanks it away from me. "I'm just sayin' you shouldn't
be ashamed to admit what turns you on- even if it other vampires. I'm sure they
will considering that you- they'll just be very relentless. And I'll rip anyone
to shreds if they dare touch you."
There-
that's a *much* safer answer.
"I'll
meet you back at the hotel," I growl and pull out a fifty for her. I have
to kill something.
I
ignore the money and turn my back on him. I *will* get myself under control.
It's just that.. he said he wasn't going to try to make me feel like a whore.
And then he just *did*. So where does that leave me?
With
a bruise on my arm, for one thing. For another, trying to keep him from seeing
me cry before he leaves. And the last person who made me cry was Xander. Maybe
I should do some serious thinking about my tendency to get into relationships
that are doomed from the beginning, and the fact that I'm too stupid too leave
until my life is threatened.
"Take
the money for a cab so I know you'll get back safe, Cordelia," I say. And
shit- she's crying? I made her cry. Damn family blood.
"Cordelia-"
I touch her shoulder but she flinches and rolls my hand away. "What's
wrong?" Shit- I *am* a ponce.
"What's
*wrong*?!" I yell, turning on him. "You-- No. Just go. We've already
seen you're good at that." And that was a low blow, but I can't help it.
How can he even wonder--NO. I step out into the street and wave at a cab. He
pulls up and I open the door.
What the
fuck?!
I slam
the door shut and say, "What the hell is *that* supposed to mean? I ask
you what's wrong and I get bitched at?"
I
wave the cab away and turn back to Spike. "I can't DO this!" I yell
at him.
He
just blinks at me. Good. Because I have a lot to say and he'll do well to shut
the fuck up and LET me say it. "When did this stop being about two people
having fun and start being about jealousy and you getting mad and hurting me, and
scaring me?! And yes, me being a bitch, but I *told* you that's how I react
when people hurt me. Or to keep people from getting close enough--" Why
didn't I use that defense, before it was too late?
"And
I TOLD you you'd hate me eventually, Spike. I just thought it would take longer
than twenty-four hours for you to get there..."
"Who
the hell said I *hated* you? When did I say that?"
And what
the hell happened? Dru was *never* nearly this insane.
I don't
get it. Not wanting anyone to take advantage of her and use her is hating her?
Since when? Why the hell are women so bleedin' complicated? Maybe Penn's on the
right track...
"Oh, so you grabbing my arm and growling at me is
supposed to make me think you like me?" I wonder. "And acting like
you needed to tell me not to sleep around? What the fuck was *that*, Spike? And
getting all pissed about Penn... *he* came onto me, you know. And you were
there when I told him to fuck off. I didn't say it just for your benefit. I
wasn't interested in him, I all but begged you not to leave me alone--"
This is ridiculous, even *I* know I'm not acting like
myself. Clingy and 'don't leave me' is NOT my style. This is why I shouldn't do
one-night-stands... or one-week stands, or whatever the hell this is between us.
"Look, I know you're angry, so you'd better just go somewhere until you're
not. Because if you ever scare me like that again, I *will* walk away
from you for good." I turn away from him and wait for the next taxi to
drive by.
Bloody
fuckin' hell. This is one of those times that will determine everything- I
know.
And I
listen- she said I 'left' and have a tendency to do so. So- I *don't* leave. As
much as I wanna kill someone- I guess that's the choice I have to make. Her or
the kill.
And if
she wasn't so god damned amazing… and delicious… and everything I want in a
mate…
Fuck.
I guess,
throughout my unlife, I've prided myself on *not* being Angelus. (Hell, it's
why Dru left.) And that need to *not* be Angelus has led me away from being
another 'Penn'- an annoying, arrogant, vile bastard.
...
"I'm sorry," I whisper. I've *never* apologized to anyone but Dru.
And I swear- if she brushes it off, I'll kill her.
What
the hell?
Okay,
there were a few responses I was expecting. None of them were *that*. I turn
and look at him, and I can see he means it.
Not
that it makes it all better, but it helps. A little. But I can't say 'it's
okay' or pretend like I'm not having serious doubts about this - us -. I *do*
know it's probably not in a demon's nature to apologize, so I have to at least
acknowledge it. So I say, "Thank you," instead.
I
jump a little bit from the thunder. And that's just great. A downpour
compliments my mood perfectly. Oh well, at least it'll cool me off a little.
Bloody
hell.
I yank my
duster off and throw it over her, just as another cab pulls up.
She gets
inside and I follow her. "1740 Ocean Avenue," I say and I see her
wrap the coat around her tighter. It makes me smile a bit.
I
*am* grateful for the coat. And it smells like him, which I also like. I'm also
glad he's not ditching me again. Even though that would've been good to let me
think things through... no. It just would've made it easier for *me* to ditch
*him.* Something I know I should do - should've done since the moment he kissed
me last night - but I don't want to.
I
lean closer to him, because I don't want him to think I hate him. He just
scared me, both by getting so mad, and by making me feel things someone who I'm
only with for sex *shouldn't* be able to make me feel. He also confuses me, but
I bet we're even on that one.
I wrap an
arm around her waist and pull her close to me, resting my head on top of hers.
How
fucked is *this*? 'Course I guess in the grand scheme of things... it's not.
Darla always said I was a bitch and would *never* be able to be alone, even if
it destroyed me.
Not that
Cordelia has the power to destroy me- 'cause she doesn't. It's just that I
don't want her to leave when it's such a good shag. Really- that's the reason.
*My* reason.
We pull
up in front of the hotel and I hand the cabbie the fifty as she climbs out and
makes a dash for the door. I follow her in and the ride up the elevator is
quiet. *Too* quiet.
And that
usually means she's gonna pack up her make-up and stuff and leave. Like Dru.
That last
time- after I chained her up and hurt her- oh, I would've made Angelus proud-
she bled so much. I *hated* myself all the while and when she finally admitted
that she loved me, I unchained her. And I made love to her and kissed her and
made her come for hours.
And she
was quiet throughout the *whole* *thing*. She didn't even moan- just let me
take what I wanted, and do what I wanted. And when I woke up- she was gone.
I shake
my head and wipe my eyes and hopefully she didn't see that damn tear- because I
don't cry.
I'm glad when the bloody elevator
doors open.
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