disclaimer: this is all someone else's fault for giving dragon ideas. ::disbelieving look. uh-huh:: Whedon et al own buffy and companions. dragon's just having a little fun at lindsay's expense. he won't even notice when he's back -- no infringements intended -- well, financial ones, anyway <g>
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers: "Reunion".
Middle Ground
© 2001, dragon
The last thing he remembered clearly was the sound of the bar being placed across the door, the loose thud of his boss' body hitting the ground bonelessly, and Darla's game-face, the green-gold eyes staring into his own. He wasn't afraid, but he wasn't enthusiastic either. The fangs entering his flesh, the draining of his life, these were hazy, distant things. Very distant. He floated in eternity and found he wasn't afraid of that either. Nothing touched him and he touched nothing.
***
A very nubile young lady of short stature and dark curly hair looked down at the bodies in the room. The two vampires were glutted with blood. The dark haired one was curled up on the couch, her head in the blonde's lap, asleep. The blonde watched the intruder curiously. She was full and tired, the sun having come up hours ago. The blue eyes watched the intruder as she moved through the bodies. Dead, drained, necks snapped. Until she came to stand next to Lindsay.
Lindsay MacDonald wasn't dead, yet. His heart still beat, fitfully. He was extremely anemic. He was dying. But he was still alive for now. She looked up at the blonde and grinned. "You don't mind if I take this one, do you?"
"If I did?"
"Well -- We'd definitely go round and round over it, and he'd probably be dead by the time we settled it. Do you want him?"
Darla thought about this carefully. He was beautiful, charming, cold -- so very cold. He lacked the heart of Angelus, although he had the charm and the beauty. He would make a fine vampire. But, no. She had Drusilla for company. Angelus -- well, Angel the wimp would become her Angelus again. She'd find a way to make him completely happy. Maybe she'd give him the Slayer he loved. Maybe she'd just find a way to get that pale police detective to do it for her. She'd find a way. Oh, yes, she would find a way.
"No. But he'll die before you can help him."
The girl laughed, the raspy voice strained sounding and joyous all at once. "I doubt it. I'm really good at what I do." She leaned over and whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his chill flesh, her voice hypnotic, summoning.
His eyes opened and he stared up into dark, sparkling eyes. A gamine face with an impish grin. He blinked, the long, narrow eyes blank with incomprehension. "Am I dead?"
"Not yet. Want to be?"
"No. Not yet," he answered weakly.
"Then we're gonna have to get you up and out of here."
Up? Out? He was hazy. He took her hand as she offered it and pulled himself to his feet, then nearly fell. She slid under his arm, supporting him. He straightened. Dead. They were all dead. And it was his fault, his crime, his --- darkness loomed before him. He looked down into the gamine face of the woman supporting him.
Darla chuckled, low in her throat. It was a sound that had enslaved men to her in other times and places. He turned to gaze at her. She was beautiful. She was -- never meant to be his. Had he loved her? He had thought so, but he had thought she needed him, had wanted what Angel wanted. Anger heated his thin blood. Angel. All of this was Angel's fault. All of it.
Only, it wasn't. And Lindsay knew it. Angel was only at fault because Wolfram-Hart needed him out of the way, needed him to be Angelus and not on the side of the angels. He nodded absently and followed the insistent tug of the woman at his side.
She leaned him against the wall to facilitate closing the door. She considered barring it again. Nyah. Lindsay was her concern now. She pulled him out of the house into the sunshine outside. He flinched away from the brightness, the heat. It hurt. The woman grinned at this. Exactly where she needed him to be. She stuffed him into the back seat of her car, the rear windows were nearly blacked out with darkening film. He curled in on himself, shivering. He was cold, so cold. He passed out.
***
Humming. He could hear humming. Tuneless, timeless humming. He wanted to strangle the hummer. He frowned. He couldn't move his hands. No, he couldn't move -- anything. Damn, he'd died and forgotten to vacate the body. Could that happen?
He heard a chuckle, a female chuckle. He opened his eyes. Dark curly hair, gamine face, wide dark eyes laced with gold -- who the hell? He could smell her. He could smell -- damn, but his senses were being asaulted with new scents. He could smell her perfume, something musky and spicy, but beneath he could smell her. She smiled.
"Hi. Feeling better?"
"Yes. No. -- Where am I? Where's Darla?"
"The blonde? Still sleeping I would imagine."
"Angel. He'll kill her."
"Not today, he won't. Not for many days. He's having a small reality check problem."
"Great. Why can't I move?"
"You aren't finished yet."
"What?"
She sighed. "You aren't finished yet. You were -- dying. You were borderline. There's no way to drag you back at that point. But I could change what you became."
This was crazy. As crazy as working for demons and summoning dead vampires? he asked himself. Yep. He pulled his focus outward as she leaned over him, sniffing delicately. "I'm a vampire?"
"No."
Her mouth covered his, warm, inviting. He wanted answers, not kisses -- hot, wet, demanding -- he discovered that whatever his brain was saying, his mouth was not listening. His lips met hers, parted, sucked, wanted more of her honey and spice. Her tongue was a burning brand in his mouth, but it was what he needed. Mouths locked together, she climbed on top of him, stretching out so that she lay hot and inviting along his length.
He willed his arms to move, his hands to grasp. Nothing. Damn.
She broke the kiss and trailed electric touches along his jawline, down the sensitive skin of the side of his throat. He groaned in frustration. His head and his mouth worked, what was wrong with the rest of him? She squirmed invitingly as she inched down his body, using her mouth and teeth to tease a response out of him.
Shirt. Hmm. Oh, yes. Now, can I still get buttons -- oh, yes. ith a grin she started unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands were busy carressing his sides. He felt the first button come loose. How the Hell -- he lifted his head enough to take a look. Mischief incarnate met his gaze as she moved to the second button. He let his head fall back. She was unbuttoning him with her mouth. Teeth, lips and tongue worked the fabric and the button to -- fascinating reactions. Well, he wasn't completely inert. He felt his cock take notice of the warmth, the wiggle and the trail of fire her tongue laid on the cool skin of his chest once she had several buttons undone.
She circled each nipple with hot, wet kisses, then licked at the small erections she was getting. Good, he was still there. Excellent. She sucked at his nipples, pulling them into her mouth, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin until he wanted to grab her, roll over and ravish her.
His arms twitched. She chuckled. She decided that a touch of brash haste was in order, took the open edges of his shirt in her small hands and yanked. The rest of the buttons popped. He shivered at the change of pace. His breathing picked up. She neatly divested herself of the t-shirt she wore. She looked into his eyes, flames playing in the darkness. Slowly, she lowered herself until she was laying against him, her warm skin against his, her small, firm breasts flattened against his chest. Her mouth found his again. They dueled. This time he captured her mouth, he was the agressor, until he decided breathing was a good idea.
She turned her attention to his trousers, slowly unzipping them before unfastening the button a the waistband. She worked the fabric down until she finally tugged them off him completely. She eyed his briefs. Ah, yes. This was working out quite well. She traced the bulge in his briefs with a finger. She stood up, towering over him, and peeled the tight denims she wore down over her well-rounded ass, down the well muscled legs and finally completely off. While she hadn't bothered with a bra for her small, high set tits, she was unexpectedly wearing lace underwear, a garter belt and lace bordered stockings, all in white. She straddled him when she knelt down again, rubbing her lace covered mound against the engorged cock inside his briefs.
He strained up against her. This time, his arms moved. They felt wooden as he slowly reached for her. Her smile was brilliant. She collapsed against him, pulling his arms around her, smothering him with her kisses. For a while, he held her, reveling in being able to do so.
Then he began to feel that if he didn't do something more, he might just explode. He reached down and tugged at her panties. She slipped out of his grip and moved until her hot, aromatic slit was just above his mouth. They both smiled as he reached up to cup her ass cheeks in his hands. Slowly, he ran his tongue along both sides of the lace, teasing her with the tickle of his touch. Then he nuzzled the lace to one side and slid his tongue between her lips, finding the hot, sensitive, extended mound of her clit. She gasped as his cool tongue lapped at her, sending zinging messages of pure need through her. He nibbled at the swollen mound, then sucked on it as she had sucked on his nipples.
She shuddered, bordering on climax. He backed off, slid his tongue further along her slit until he found the wet, hot opening of her canal. She shuddered again as he probed her with his tongue. What was it about cool that set her off that way? She arched her back and pressed against his mouth. He pulled back.
She looked down into his eyes, half closed and lazy looking. "Oh, you -- " She pulled free of his grasp and hopped off the surface on which he lay.
Great. Borderline climax on his own just from pleasing her, and she gets huffy. Snip. Snip. The sides of his briefs let go abruptly. She snatched the cloth away, releasing his engorged cock. Before he could move, she was straddling him again, her lace covered mound moving against him, teasing him until he reached for her again, faster this time, catching her, holding her. The lace ripped and he plunged inside her.
She gasped at the feeling. Oh, yes! She arched up, fully seated on him, his cock pulsing within her. Slowly, she slid up his shaft until they almost disengaged. He pulled her back down, swiftly, demanding that hot center enfold him again. He leaned up and found her breasts with his mouth. Another gasp of pleasure as he suckled and nipped the sensitive, pebbled skin. She tightened around him, and released. He nearly went off immediately, but he wouldn't. He wanted to stretch this out. This might be the last -- the last?
She shifted, their mouths meeting again as she rocked up and down on him, urging him onward, urging his need. Life returned to his legs. He rolled them over, carefully, so that he could lift up and look down at her flushed face. She licked her lips, and tightened her legs around him, pulling him into her, releasing, pulling, releasing. He was back, he was whole -- physically whole. He plunged into her one last time and spilled his seed into her as she shuddered around him in her own climax.
Timing, she caught herself thinking, was everything. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him safe and tight against her as he relaxed. His skin was flushed, he was warmer now. He nuzzled the side of her neck, her scent still overwhelming, his upper jaw ached.
His eyes flew open. He could feel the pulse of her blood in the veins so near his mouth. His mouth worked as he fought the desire to open his jaws and bite into the pale skin so close to him.
Her hand cupped the back of his head and pulled him to her. "It's all right," she whispered. "You're not exactly a vampire, darlin'. But you can claim blood if you wish."
"No." A part of him stood back and stared at him in shock and wonder. Why not? He met her gaze and realized she was not only gazing at him warmly, but was smiling as well.
"Welcome to the underworld, Lindsay. I think you're gonna make it. Mmmmm -- oh, yeah." She kissed him gently, soundly, forever.
"Who are you?" he whispered when his mouth was free again.
"Impatien. Just call me Imp, most of my friends do."
"Stick around?"
She laughed. "Hey, I don't abandon friends. Even partially undead ones."
"Partially?"
Can you do partially?
She laughed again. "It's a long story, Lindsay. And I need some sleep -- in a bed. C'mon."
She led him to a wide, warm waterbed and crawled in, pulling him after her. "Sleep now. Talk later." She snuggled up to him, laying an arm possessively across him, and fell almost instantly alseep. He looked down at the arm, at the girl and wondered what he'd fallen into now. And how it would effect his future.
Fin
author's note: actually, it will effect his future oddly, since he's still with W-H. They don't know he --er -- died? and the department is virtually collapsed, so he "is" special projects now. Gee, can you say pick and choose and mold? as to what he is, well, theoretically, there's a not quite undead status achieved by those who are vampire/human crosses known as dhampyre or dhampeel, depending on your attitude. Lindsay has just chosen to stay basically human, but he's got a -- sidekick? shall we say? there's a vamp-demon -- available to him. he may go mad for a while when the thing starts talking to him, and unless he's very, very careful, the thing will influence him to cross over completely. Luckily, Imp likes him.
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