| **** They all were familiar with the pain. In each one it had a different source, and every person could pinpoint the moment things had changed, the night their luck had turned. **** The teller at the bank had given me a weird look after I made my request. She had rung for the manager and the two of them had counted out the stacks of bills, furtively glancing my way. I walked back to my hotel and strode through the cool comfort of the lobby, carrying the heavy leather suitcase that held my most precious possessions. I opened the door to my suite and discarded my clothes, sinking into the comfort of the plush king sized bed. With trembling hands I unlocked the case. I closed my eyes as I took out handfuls of crisp bills and let them drift over my skin. Clouds of currency fell over my naked flesh, sliding across my body. Soon I had a nice warm blanket, covering me, soothing me. The almighty dollar was dependable, reliable. In money I trust. **** The girl was all wrong. That was my first impression when I opened the door and saw her standing outside. She was blonde and thin, but she had huge fake breasts. She was nothing like what I�d wanted, what I needed. �Come on in, pet,� I�d told her, taking her hand and leading her inside the crypt. **** Rack�s hand reached out and pressed against my chest, and the wild searing force of his power sizzled through every nerve in my body. I cried out in exultation, feeling the euphoria fill my veins. It was better than sex, better than anything. I didn�t need love, I didn�t need to be good. I just needed to ride the magick. **** Her large hazel eyes were filled with need. �I�m not asking you to take me to bed, I�m just asking for a little comfort,� she said. �I can�t take any more pain. I need to lean on someone else, just for a while, just until I can catch my breath.� �You know that there�s nothing I can do,� I said firmly. �I have my own issues to deal with. My life has changed so much since I left here. The things I�ve done, who I am now. You�d never understand.� I pulled my hands out of her grasp and turned to leave. �I love you, Angel,� she told me. �And I need you so much, more now than I ever did before.� I turned and looked back at her. �I�m sorry,� I said simply. �I just don�t have anything to give.� **** The bot really did look just like her. I�d forgotten how startling the resemblance was. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me. �Hello,� she said warmly. �Hi there,� I replied. She turned her head, taking in her surroundings. �This is your apartment,� she said cheerily. �This is your dwelling, where you live.� She looked at me thoughtfully. �It feels like it�s been so long since I�ve seen you. I remember bad demons, and falling.� Her forehead wrinkled as she thought it through. �I got hurt.� �Willow fixed you,� I told her. �Spike had spare parts, and you�re all better now.� She was beautiful and perfect, completely unscathed from her ordeal. Her face lit up. �Is Spike here?� She looked around eagerly. A cold feeling clenched in my gut. �No, we�re all alone.� I reached out my hand and caressed the strands of her hair. �He used to be nice to me,� she said forlornly. �He doesn�t like me anymore.� �Forget about Spike,� I said roughly. �I like you, I want to be with you.� I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tight. She was so soft, so warm. �I love you,� she whispered in my ear. �My good strong carpenter friend.� **** The money alone wasn�t good enough. The war footage on the news wasn�t gory enough. I needed a really amazing orgasm or some bloodshed if I was going to really relax. Preferably both. I thought of the perfect person who could fulfill both needs. I looked through my clothes and there was nothing there I liked, nothing suitable for what I had in mind. I�d pick out an outfit at the sex shop, I decided. And maybe a flail, and a choke collar. I felt better already. **** |
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| Bittersweet Symphony |
| Warning: Contains sexual violence, BDSM, f/f sex and implied drug use. |