| TOOTH & NAIL |
| BY PREBUFFY & MAZZY |
| PART III |
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| manip by Mazzy |
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| *****Mazzy***** Honey was already at home in the joint. She soon owned a stool at the bar and began to make herself comfortable. She crossed and uncrossed long, slim dark legs - legs that Spike knew led to a paradise on earth. He was sure her sultry moves were solely for his benefit. "Whaddya got to drink in this hole?" Spike smirked at her boldness. Tooth and Nail was one of the classier places in town, and Honey was far from the cultural status of its clientele. But she was brassy enough to put it down right in front of the man who, IF she was lucky, would give her the privilege to make a living there. He liked that in a woman. From behind the bar came a smooth-looking Angelus with an aged bottle of whisky and a cool short glass that he held before the bird. "Straight up? Or on the rocks?" "Why don�t I just take the whole bottle?" Honey�s hand grabbed low on the long neck of the bottle, touching Angelus�s cold-skinned knuckles. She let her fingers graze his and then slowly pulled a solitary digit up with her palm, caressing it and the glass of the container simultaneously. She stroked up and down again, then briskly grabbed the bottle entirely from his grasp, chugging down a few swallows of the bitter, strong spirit. It was a rough move, it was completely un-ladylike, but he was captivated nonetheless. This one had a way of making her brash moves seems ultra-feminine. Spike watched the display, grinning knowingly. Honey meant business, and he was sure she had come to the right place. He�d see to that, even if it meant playing around with her for a while and including Angelus in the games. "Honey here," he acknowledged the lass, "is looking to sing in the club.� Spike stepped toward the bar. Angelus leaned over it, gazing into her deep eyes and searching for some kind of meaning there, knowing full well, that as a vampire, meaning meant nothing. He was a hunter, after all, and she was his prey. He just had to decide what kind of prey he wanted her to be. "Honey? You�re a singer?" Angelus came from behind the bar and walked toward her. She uncrossed her legs once more, causing the short length of her dress to rise high. Spike swore he could see a deep, dark patch of paradise within and suddenly felt his body surge with desire. Angelus grabbed her hand and held it to his lips. He pressed his blood-red lips lightly to her delicate, small-bones. "I�m Mr. Angelus, proprietor of this establishment. I believe my partner William here has already greeted you properly?" "Yeah, it was a real memorable introduction.� Spike was amused by the shenanigans. He had no doubt in his mind that Angelus too was hooked now and probably sunk. He figured better to let the other vamp win this one. That didn�t mean he couldn�t get ANY playtime with the pet. He was sure Angelus would be understanding of that. Letting Angelus win. He pondered on that for a bit. Seemed to be a trend lately. He realized he�d have to keep that in check. Didn�t want the old boy to think he was going soft. Being accused of any ill-fated humanity would certainly be the end of his illustrious vampire career. The brown beauty laughed deeply at the dark one�s attempted chivalry. "Sugar, you are a charming one, but let�s get down to biz-ness, shall we?" She elegantly leaped off the stool and sashayed over to the black lacquered baby grand. She turned on pointed heels to face the handsome duo�s gaping mouths. "Which one of you boys gonna tickle the ivories for me? I wanna show off my goods.� From outside the Tooth and Nail, the demon detective wore his surveillance skills in a veil of nonchalance. He had set up a shoeshine stand in the alley, close to an open window of the club, prepping things while he waited for the evening�s inevitable customers. Honey was no fool, and she had handled a dozen dime-street vamps before. They were moths to a flame, but still, no reason he shouldn�t keep an eye on her. He couldn�t help feeling overprotective of her, though she�d made it clear over and over that she�d never love him. Despite appearances, she had a love of life and places to go. His life-sucking ways would keep her from ever finding true happiness. He knew it was only a matter of time before she took off for bigger opportunities. Performing would take her east. She�d hit it big New York, probably get to the Cotton Club. Sometime soon, her demon-dealing days would be, for lack of a better expression, dust in the wind. "Yeah," he muttered to himself. But before that, Honey-pie would make dust out of these wanna-be-underworld Capones. She was too hard to resist, and as Lorenzo heard her sultry voice coming from the inside of Tooth and Nail, he knew there was no way even these evil creatures of the night could withstand her charms. "...You better wise-up mister �cause one day this sister will be good and gone...� Honey�s voice petered out, and Spike was even more enchanted than he�d previously been when he spied her in the alley. But it dawned on him that this wasn�t his moment. He saw the way she�d fallen under Angelus�s trance--their eyes meeting as the seductive lyrics of sex, love and regret rose from her golden throat. He figured best to make himself scarce. His day would come soon enough. "Gonna go check on some things in the back. Be back for cocktails.� The musical duo ignored him, Angelus rising from the bench to meet the sensuous warm body of the goddess. He gazed longingly at her swan-like, vulnerable neck and her heaving bosom. One thick, cold hand placed itself at the nape of the neck. Its partner found her lower back. He pulled her toward him. She showed no sign of resistance. Her legs parted to welcome the persistent knee he drove there. Her body leaned into the pressure of his limb and began to move in with the rhythm it provided. He pulled on her tighter, increasing the pressure and eliciting more pleasing moans from her being. Their lips didn�t meet, but their gaze remained locked. Angelus let the hand that rested near her nape lazily slide down her sweating body and travel to the edge of her silk garment. He moved it underneath and began to explore her nether regions, his fingers poked and prodded into the warmth that lay in the folds of her soft skin. She was his toy and she let him play with her. Might as well have some fun on the job. She knew it would be futile resist his touch. There was something about vampires, she noted. Always know exactly where and how to touch a woman and bring her to ultimate pleasure. She guessed it came from centuries of practice. Her excitement grew with his increased motions; there were more and they came more rapidly. He intended to bring this encounter to a climax and wouldn�t let go �til she begged him to stop. |
| NC-17 WARNING |
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