| Fascination |
| I whistled softly as I walked down the street. I was surprised to find that I was enjoying myself. Life had been very short on fun since Tara� I shook the thought away, not wanting to sink back down to self-pity. She was dating someone else now, I�d seen them together and mutual friends had confirmed it. Turn that frown upside down, I thought to myself. That way lies crying jags and cookie dough binges. I was nearly home, so I turned past Revello Drive and headed towards the cemetery. I trudged across the field, heading towards Spike�s crypt. I walked through the cemetery gates. The moon was high in the sky, and the marble tombstones glowed. I bent over and picked a dandelion, bursting out all over in fuzzy tufts. �I wish I could get over Tara,� I said, and blew the fluff off it in one large puff, watching the seeds scatter in the dark. Suddenly, I was tackled from behind, sliding across the dewy grass. I smiled to myself. Good one, Spike. I let out a long, shrill scream as I flipped over to face my attacker. It wasn�t Spike. My scream shifted to a real one as I looked up at the ridged face snapping near my own. �Yummy,� hissed the female vampire. She was about my size, but incredibly strong. She pinned my arms to the ground as she sank her fangs into my neck. I kicked at her with my legs, making as much of an impact as a butterfly bashing against sheet metal. The bite stung, the pain in my neck making me whimper. Abruptly, she was gone. My mouth and eyes were full of dust and I coughed raggedly, my eyes watering. �Willow,� cried Spike. �Oh, bloody hell.� He leaned over and pulled me up. �Are you okay, love?� His eyes scanned my face as he held tightly to my shoulders. �She bit me,� I whined, sounding about four years old. I handed him my bag. �Can you find a tissue in there?� �Poor girl,� he said soothingly. �We�ll get you all fixed up.� He rummaged through the bag and handed me a Kleenex. I pressed it to my neck, trying to stop the flow of blood. He put his arm around me and we walked slowly towards my house. �I�m so sorry.� �It�s not your fault,� I said. �It was stupid of me to walk through the cemetery without a stake in my hand.� �Well, you were expecting me,� he countered. �You weren�t planning to actually stake me.� �Maybe I should have been,� I said, wincing. �God, this really hurts. Harmony was more delicate than stupid dusty vamp bitch.� We walked up the steps to my house and I opened the door. The house was dark and empty. I flipped the light on and walked upstairs to the bathroom. He followed me in. I took away the tissue and looked at the bite mark. It was still oozing blood, the tissue saturated. I tossed it into the wastebasket and opened the medicine cabinet, looking for gauze. �It won�t clot for fifteen minutes or so,� he explained. �Our fangs emit an anti-coagulant. You have to wait for it to wear off.� �I�m starting to feel dizzy,� I told him. I sank down on the toilet and tried to stay upright. He kneeled down before me and held my shoulders. �Just relax,� he suggested, his eyes locked on my neck. I could feel the blood dripping down, pooling on the collar of my shirt. �I�ll take care of you.� His pupils were dilated, and he was breathing fast. �I�m falling,� I said faintly. My vision was starting to blur and I felt my head start to tip to the side. He pulled me into his embrace and closed his mouth over the wounds in my neck. I felt a gentle sucking, and a warm feeling flowed through me, like honey in my veins. I began to tingle, the sensation spreading from my head to my groin. He groaned a low guttural sound that made me wet between the thighs. He did it again, and I grabbed tightly to his neck. He was still sucking, and it felt so good, in a primal way than I shouldn�t be feeling with Spike. I was vividly reminded of how long it had been since I�d had sex. I let out a moan, and it was a raw, naked noise, a noise I�d never made in front of anyone who wasn�t my lover. He sucked harder, and I slid off the toilet seat, landing on his lap. I felt the bulge in his pants against the thin cotton of my panties. The blood was getting to him, just as the sucking was getting to me. He growled against my neck, making me gasp. His hands grabbed the curve of my ass and pressed me against his erection, deliberately rubbing my clit against the head of his cock. It was too much, the hardness of him against me, the liquid feel of his mouth against my neck. I began to move, sliding up and down on him, the nearly forgotten rhythm of dry petting. I thought of Oz, of nights in the back of his van, sliding up against each other for hours, driving each other insane through our clothes. A cool hand slid beneath my shirt and cupped my breast, and suddenly I wasn�t thinking of anyone else. He licked my neck as he gently fingered my nipples. We rocked against each other, and I felt him swelling underneath me, growing even harder and more insistent. I felt the tension building, and building, and building, and I came, crying out as my hand tightened on his neck, my nails scoring his flesh. He pulled away from my neck, his demon in full force, my blood on his mouth. �Yes,� he said throatily. He hand moved away from my breasts and he unfastened his pants. His cock was large and thick, fierce and red, weeping with arousal. His eyes opened and he looked at me, his tongue lapping my essence into his mouth. I�d never had anyone look at me that way before, as if I was the most desirable woman on earth and the tastiest snack ever. |
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