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kinkfest2007-07-26 08:58 am
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Drusilla/Darla)
Sorry this is late!
Prompt: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Darla/Drusilla: Sex in a bathtub - "The angels of night whispered about murder in my ear."
Rating: PG-13ish?
“What is it, Dru? I’m rather busy with something, sweet.” Darla barely looked up from the book she was studying - something Chinese, Drusilla noticed, and wondered why Darla would bother to learn the language here when they weren’t going to stay so much longer. They’d be going back to Europe soon, didn’t she know, and what good would Mandarin do her then? But arguing with her wouldn’t put Darla in the mood to indulge.
Dru pouted, draping herself over the couch across from her blonde-haired ancestress. “You’re always too busy for me. Just like my Angel. I’ll fade away into nothing one of these days, and you’ll none of you miss me a bit. Just a pile of dust for a maid to sweep up and toss into the river.”
Darla sighed and placed a silk ribbon in her book before she looked up. “That’s not true, Drusilla.”
“It is. You never play with me anymore.” A wicked grin crossed her lips. Now that she had Darla’s attention, there was almost no way she could fail. “Not ever, not at all.”
A little smile in return started to curl at Darla’s mouth, but she steadies it quickly, oh-so-stern. “I thought you were happy with Spike.”
“I am.” Dru began unbuttoning her overdress, careful and slow. “But I miss our special games.”
Now Darla smiled, a real smile, and laughed softly. “Alright, Dru. What do you want do play at, then?”
Success. The battle won, Dru grinned and bounced up, taking Darla’s hands in hers, and pulled her toward the bath. “I’ve already had the girl run our water. And sent her away.”
“No dessert?” Darla allowed herself to be led, her long, smooth fingers twining with Drusilla’s shorter ones, and her bare feet making a soft heartbeat thumping across the floor.
“She wasn’t sweet enough. Not for you and I.”
The water was hot and scented with jasmine, and the candles cast soft light and shadows on the water, like birds flapping under the little waves, trying to break free of the glassy surface. Darla took her time removing her robes, so Dru was the first to sink into the tub. She watched the older vampiress and took note of every curve and angle of her body, every curl in her light gold hair. When Darla stepped into the water and lay back, it spread from her shoulders like honey pouring out of a jar, slow and thick.
For a while they reclined there together, legs twined and fingers smoothing as much on each other’s limbs as their own, and then Darla sat up and leaned forward, sliding slow and languorous over Drusilla’s skin, until they were pressed together like two sides of a confused mirror, gold and pink on dark and pale. Her manicured nails scraped lightly over Dru’s nipples.
“Was this what you were thinking of, dear one?”
Drusilla arched into her touch. Her back slipped on the porcelain of the tub while her front slid against Darla’s smooth skin. “Not quite...” Her voice cut off in a soft moan as the other woman’s knee interposed itself between her legs, sliding slowly back and forth. “Closer...”
“You’re incorrigible, my dear.”
She grinned up at Darla. “You made sure of that. I was the quiet girl, the nice girl, so holy and sweet until my angels found me. Both of you, you whispered all the secrets of hell in my ear until I couldn’t hear anything else.”
“Exactly so.” Darla nipped affectionately at the other woman’s throat, and slid her fingers deep inside her. “And you don’t regret it.”
“Not at all!”
“Good girl.”
Prompt: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Darla/Drusilla: Sex in a bathtub - "The angels of night whispered about murder in my ear."
Rating: PG-13ish?
“What is it, Dru? I’m rather busy with something, sweet.” Darla barely looked up from the book she was studying - something Chinese, Drusilla noticed, and wondered why Darla would bother to learn the language here when they weren’t going to stay so much longer. They’d be going back to Europe soon, didn’t she know, and what good would Mandarin do her then? But arguing with her wouldn’t put Darla in the mood to indulge.
Dru pouted, draping herself over the couch across from her blonde-haired ancestress. “You’re always too busy for me. Just like my Angel. I’ll fade away into nothing one of these days, and you’ll none of you miss me a bit. Just a pile of dust for a maid to sweep up and toss into the river.”
Darla sighed and placed a silk ribbon in her book before she looked up. “That’s not true, Drusilla.”
“It is. You never play with me anymore.” A wicked grin crossed her lips. Now that she had Darla’s attention, there was almost no way she could fail. “Not ever, not at all.”
A little smile in return started to curl at Darla’s mouth, but she steadies it quickly, oh-so-stern. “I thought you were happy with Spike.”
“I am.” Dru began unbuttoning her overdress, careful and slow. “But I miss our special games.”
Now Darla smiled, a real smile, and laughed softly. “Alright, Dru. What do you want do play at, then?”
Success. The battle won, Dru grinned and bounced up, taking Darla’s hands in hers, and pulled her toward the bath. “I’ve already had the girl run our water. And sent her away.”
“No dessert?” Darla allowed herself to be led, her long, smooth fingers twining with Drusilla’s shorter ones, and her bare feet making a soft heartbeat thumping across the floor.
“She wasn’t sweet enough. Not for you and I.”
The water was hot and scented with jasmine, and the candles cast soft light and shadows on the water, like birds flapping under the little waves, trying to break free of the glassy surface. Darla took her time removing her robes, so Dru was the first to sink into the tub. She watched the older vampiress and took note of every curve and angle of her body, every curl in her light gold hair. When Darla stepped into the water and lay back, it spread from her shoulders like honey pouring out of a jar, slow and thick.
For a while they reclined there together, legs twined and fingers smoothing as much on each other’s limbs as their own, and then Darla sat up and leaned forward, sliding slow and languorous over Drusilla’s skin, until they were pressed together like two sides of a confused mirror, gold and pink on dark and pale. Her manicured nails scraped lightly over Dru’s nipples.
“Was this what you were thinking of, dear one?”
Drusilla arched into her touch. Her back slipped on the porcelain of the tub while her front slid against Darla’s smooth skin. “Not quite...” Her voice cut off in a soft moan as the other woman’s knee interposed itself between her legs, sliding slowly back and forth. “Closer...”
“You’re incorrigible, my dear.”
She grinned up at Darla. “You made sure of that. I was the quiet girl, the nice girl, so holy and sweet until my angels found me. Both of you, you whispered all the secrets of hell in my ear until I couldn’t hear anything else.”
“Exactly so.” Darla nipped affectionately at the other woman’s throat, and slid her fingers deep inside her. “And you don’t regret it.”
“Not at all!”
“Good girl.”
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