PAIRING : Lindsey/Darla, Lindsey/Angel obsession

RATING : NC17

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

NOTES: I said I would never write Lindsey fiction, so this is to Evil Willow & Vicky, the founders of the Dru-write-Lindsey campaign, for making hell freeze! (And now, I'm waiting for my Willow/Tara from EvilWillow!)

            "Oh fuck!" I moan, as I slide into her wet body. I'm on fire. "God, yes…" I whisper as she starts to ride me like she's never felt this before. Like she didn't feel it not twenty-four hours ago, from a colder cock.

            Course to her, it wasn't cold. To her *I'm* wrong. I'm warm. And maybe she fucks me because I'm as close to him as she can get. Maybe she fucks me hard because I'm everything he refuses to be. I'm obsessed with her. I'm evil and everything he can't be. I'm soul-less.

            "Darla!" I moan into her ear and claim her mouth again in a frantic kiss. She never says anything. She never kisses me. She'll kiss me back, but she'll never initiate. And every time I fuck her, I keep waiting for death. Permanent or eternal, makes no difference to me. I'm not terribly picky.

            I'll fuck her because she's got her legs open and I'm hard. I'll fuck her because she's gorgeous. I'll fuck her because she's here and he's not. I'll fuck her. But I don't want her.

            And she knows it. It's okay with her because she's fucking me for the same reason.

            We both dream of cold hands and a pale chest. Cool mouth and brooding brown eyes. We both ride ourselves into oblivion because we're the closest we can get to him. She's his creator and I want him. I want him to drink my blood. I want to drink his. And, I guess, part of me hopes that she'll bite me and drink me because she's got his blood inside her. And I want it.

            I'll fuck her in hopes of tasting even a drop of his blood from her veins.

            "Harder." She says in my ear and we both speed up. Sweat runs down my forehead as we fuck. We'll do it for two hours before she lets me come. She wants me to be him. I wonder how long they fucked. I wonder how long he lasted before he came. I wonder what his face looked like.

            And I drool over every detail that she's willing to tell. Long nights of her watching him fuck William, whoever that is. She told me how long he was and how good he felt inside her ass. She got me off just by telling me the stories of how the blood dripped from his fangs as he ate her out.

            So I'll fuck her and have no problem doing it because as we approach the peak, we *both* scream: "ANGEL!" And I shoot inside her and she quivers and shakes around me.

            We relax on the couch and know that the reason why we fuck so much is because it never really sates our need for him. It never quenches the thirst inside.

            But it's the closest we can get. She'll never have him again but she knows I'll *never* have him. I think it gets her off that I'll never touch him and that I envy her for it. So I'll fuck her. But she's not who I want.

~El Fin~