Wishes on Her Eyes (NC17)
D.M. Evans
Chapter Three - Stirring the Pot
Every night she comes
To take me out to dreamland
When I'm with her
I'm the richest man in the town
She's a rose, she's a pearl
She the spin on my world
All the stars make their wishes on her eyes
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Spike and Dru had changed into trousers and sweaters. Dru, looking enticingly androgynous in hers. If he didn't want to complicate Emily and Alester's lives, he'd think of a new game he and Dru could play with her dressed like this.
They went to the hotel Emily had booked into when her sister died. Alester should have been back in the city but Spike was betting on him being in that room. He knew what his nose had told him. He had no doubt that the holier-than-thou Emily was busy making the beast with two backs with Alester. The images made him shudder.
"Locked." Dru gently turned the lock to their door. Her talents with mesmeration had loosened the concierge's tongue as to room assignment.
"Didn't expect otherwise. This won't take long." Spike had packed along some things he thought he might need like a set of lock picks. He would have brought that loathsome Pinkerton along if he thought the man would come. Then again he suspected he and Dru had been followed.
Spike got the lock opened easily. The door swung inward soundlessly. Other sounds greeted their vampiric ears. Spike winced, hearing the shrill moans and panting grunts. Dru smothered a giggle. At least she could find this funny. Spike could picture this coupling and it was bad enough. He didn't want to have to witness it. Well, he'd be spared the view of Emily's fat legs up over Alester's scrawny shoulders since they couldn't actually enter the suite without an invite.
"Have a listen to that, Drusilla," Spike called loudly enough to be heard down the hall. "We came here to talk to Miss di Gobeo, to find out who killed her sister since it sure as hell wasn't me and I think I know who'd be a much better suspect. A sister who was letting Ann's fianc� get a leg over and the fianc� who just wants the di Gobeo wealth."
"The police will sing and dance when they hear the news. They'll invite us to tea," Dru said, clapping her hands as the occupants of the room started thrashing and screaming.
"Let's go, Dru. It's time to share this."
"No!" Hetherington's voice cut through the hotel suite. He raced out of the bedroom, wrapping a robe around him. "You can't say anything."
"Thank God you found a robe. I wasn't ready for a naked you," Spike said, waving a hand at the man.
"Why can't we say anything? We should scream it to the sky and let it rain down on is, soaking into the world's bones. You said so many cruel things about us," Dru said, stabbing a finger at him.
"You'll ruin us," Hetherington snarled as Emily hustled out of the bedroom, her silk nightgown looking ready to split at the overstuffed seams.
"You tried to do the same to us," Spike said.
"But we didn't murder my sister!" Emily whined.
"Neither did I," Spike said.
"There you two are. My man said he saw you heading this way," Bushnell said, heading down the hallway. "Don't you ever sleep?"
"You don't sleep either," Dru said, reaching for him. Spike pulled her away. He didn't want her touching him. Granted, he was sure she was going to do something nasty to Bushnell but with the way the Pinkerton had looked at Dru at the dance still burned in his memory.
"Speaking of not sleeping, have a look." Spike shoved a foot in the door to keep Hetherington from slamming it shut.
Bushnell's bewhiskered face darkened. "I see there'll be a lot of questions that need answering. I'll be speaking with the sheriff. You may want to be available for the police tomorrow, Mr. Hetherington, Miss di Gobeo."
Spike hesitated, wondering what Bushnell might do next. He couldn't really force him and Dru to leave since this wasn't his hotel. Spike wasn't even sure if this man could actually follow them outside of the Oriental like he had. Bushnell merely stared as if he could hope he could actually intimidate Spike into leaving. Spike took Dru's hand, waved at the illicit lovers and headed off.
Bushnell followed them for a while but they finally seemed to pass where he was comfortable straying past. He turned and seemed to head back to the Oriental. Dru started for the silent empty beach. Spike let her lead.
"That made my insides sing." She giggled. "What now? I think they'd like to play with leeches."
"We'll save those for later, love. I think we've done enough for tonight. This is time for us. And you need to think about Ann's rising," Spike said and Dru's blue eyes lit up. He knew she had nearly forgotten that. She was a classicist. She liked the ceremony and the rituals, the flowers, the open starry skies. Spike had to wonder where the ideas about the rebirth came from. Maybe it had to do with old burial practices. Spike knew it was all ridiculous twaddle. A vampire needed nothing special to rise beyond that first drink of his sire's blood. But if it made Dru happy, he was all for that. Dru could never be too happy if he were to be asked.
"I'll have the flowers sent to our room for tomorrow night. At dusk you can steal Ann's body. We shall take her to the beach and she can rise and play in the surf and party and eat her sister," Dru said.
"There's enough of her for all three of us to feast on." Spike snorted. "But I like the idea of the beach. Shall we find a place to do this?"
"My bright wicked boy knows what I want." Dru took off her shoes, tied the laces and put them over her shoulder. She giggled burying her feet in the cooling sand. "It tickles my toes. It's like dancing on feathers."
"Great, Dru."
She grabbed him. "Take off you shoes and dance my love."
"Dru, let's focus here and find a place for Ann."
"Need to fly and play." She rubbed against him.
Smiling, Spike forgot about Ann and took off his shoes. There was a subtle thrill to feeling the cool sand squishing over his toes. Once, as a mortal he had gone to Blackpool to play in the sand and the surf, not to mention to take in the shows. His mother had found out and had screamed at him for weeks about how embarrassing it was to have a son who couldn't control his baser urges. He never did understand what was so damn base about wanting to see the shows at Blackpool. He hadn't had the courage to take in one of the more bawdy acts. He had been such a prig.
Dru linked hands with Spike, swinging them as they walked on the beach. Spike sighed contentedly. They had a relationship that many would kill for, he had no doubt. Angelus and Darla never had anything like it. He cared for Dru in ways he couldn't even begin to explain. There was no end to the tenderness they shard, like simply walking down the beach. He bet Angelus and Darla had never done that. Angelus didn't deserve to have a childe as special as Dru.
A peacefulness like he rarely felt filled him as they walked along the beach. Stars like swirling gems on velvet sprawled overhead. The moon hung full and ripe in the sky. It was the kind of moon that Dru liked to talk to and believed talked back to her. Who was he to say it didn't? Silvery moonlight shimmered on the gently pounding surf. The smell of salt tickled his nose and Dru's child-like joy in their walk tickled the open spaces his soul used to fill.
The lights from the amusement park had faded in the distance, leaving the night dark and natural. Seeing something she liked ahead, Dru sprinted, pulling him along. He could smell something sweet, flowers escaped from the houses not far away.
"Here! This is perfect," Dru proclaimed, touching the wild flowers one after the other.
"Lovely." Spike was just relieved she had picked a place finally. Any further up the beach and he was likely to lose his peaceful state of mind. He didn't feel like lugging Ann's trim body for miles.
"We'll have so much fun. We'll be like cats in a field of mice." Dru plucked a few flowers and tucked them behind her ear.
"Ann will be fun," Spike agreed, thinking of things entirely different than Dru.
"Like candy floss at a carnival," Dru said, spinning circles around him.
"Ummm, candy floss." Spike nibbled her beck. "You're even sweeter than that."
Dru giggled. "The sweetness of your words, like taffy. I can pull them into all sorts of shapes."
"Whatever shape you want to pull it into, those words still say 'I love you.'" Spike licked her cheek.
Dru purred. "Flirtatious little creature. My sweet bad boy." Dru kissed him and took off for the surf.
Spike chased her. They played up and down the beach. Darting off and on the lightly kissed damp sand.
"Play in the water, love," Dru said, pulling off her sweater.
"Great idea."
They both lost all their clothing. Dru splashed into the water, her pale body like a moonbeam cutting the surf. Spike dashed after her. Dru slapped and tickled him as they played. He grabbed her, whirling her around. He planted her tight little ass on the wet sand. Dru growled at him, her face going demonic. He kissed each bump on her forehead as her hands toyed with his testicles.
Spike's lips traveled down her body as he laid her back in the sand. The waves tickled up over their feet. Dru giggled, kicking at the foam riding the surf. Spike caught one leg, kissing up the inside of her thigh. Dru arched her hips bringing her soft folds to his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked across her clitoris until she moaned loudly. Using his talented tongue to part her like a rose, he tasted her as it pushed in and out of the cool damp treasure beneath it. Dru's thighs squeezed him rhythmically.
His own erection felt strange, pushing into the wet sand. Continuing to work with his tongue he reached up and pinched her clit. Dru shrieked as it sent her over the edge. Her climax flooded his mouth. Laughing Spike rested his head against her naval, rubbing her with his thumb, taking her straight into another orgasm. Dru wriggled under him, urging him up onto his hands over her. She didn't shout out instructions to him. She didn't need to. He knew what she needed as her fingers brushed him off, taking away the light coating of sand that had coated his penis. The roughness of it made him groan deep in his throat.
He buried himself in her. The tide was coming in, the cool water tugging at them. He tried to move with the rhythm of the ocean to become one with it. Dru laughed and wriggled every time the water sucked out the sand with it, tickling under her. She locked her ankles over his back, grinding him deeper into her. The water began licking along his back and buttocks. He struggled not to laugh and totally lose the moment. His climax hit only seconds before a wave crashed completely over them and nearly sucked them out to sea. He hauled Dru higher out of the waves laughing. She was laughing so hard he had to hold her up.
"You fall down now and you'll look like a sugar cookie," he warned.
She nipped at him. "Then you'll eat me all up."
"I don't need that to make me want to eat you." He looked back over the waves. They were getting closer. "We'd better dress before our clothes head out to sea. I don't fancy trying to get back into the hotel naked."
Dru just laughed harder. They pulled on their clothing and it clung to their wet bodies. It was an uncomfortable walk back to the Oriental but satisfying at the same time.
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