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Underage Spawn
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essene_backupI've agonized over this section for the better part of 2 weeks. The main tone was rattling around in my head, but I couldn't get it on the page right. I'm still not sure about it. But they demanded to be released from their cage.
If she would just let him be. The world around him seemed distorted, unreal. She was everywhere. Fuck, he'd even thought that she was here. Real. Close. That all he'd had to do was reach out and touch her. He rolled over with a groan.
Dawn was up and headed for the couch the second he moved. She placed a hand on his shoulder and his eyes shot open. He sat up. Looked at her like she was a priest bearing a cross, holy water and muttering incantations. And then he fell backwards onto the floor.
Dawn couldn't help it, she laughed. And once she started she couldn't stop. She laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks, until she had to double over her stomach hurt so bad, until she had to sit or she was going to pee her pants. And still she laughed.
Her laughter finally disappated into small, hitches and Spike had come around the couch to look at her as she wiped her eyes and drew in shaky breaths between hiccups.
"Why are you here?" His voice sounded like an iron bar that'd been left out in the rain for years; rusty, cracked.
"Oh stop looking all forlorn. And go shower. You stink. I'm not going anywhere." To prove her point, she got up, sat on the couch and put her feet up.
"You have to leave." He tried to sound certain, now that his voice had smoothed out.
"Sorry. Can't."
"What are you talking about?" He came around the arm of the couch to stare at her. Ah, now she had his curiosity peaked.
Smiling, she closed her eyes and teased, "Go take a shower, stinky and then we'll talk."
He looked at her, helpless. She looked serene. And content. And not more than a little...smug. And damn her, he did need a shower.
**************
She was waiting for him on the bed when he came out. He froze as his body reacted to the sight of her, tangible and smiling so brightly. More vivid and spectacular than anything else in the room.
"I wanted to join you." She stood and walked towards him. With a terrified look, he inched back into the wall. "It took everything I had not to go into that tiny crevasse and slip in with you."
"Stop it." His back slammed into the rock. "Stop."
"No." She placed a hand on his chest. He was still slightly damp and it clung.
He reached up and grabbed her wrist, yanking it down, conscious of the pulse just under his fingers. "This is not a game."
She put her free hand on his groin, caressed the hard lump she found there. "No. No, it's not."
He grabbed that wrist and held her arms to the side, trying to prevent her from touching him anymore. He couldn't take her touching him anymore.
She leaned her body forward until her breasts pressed into him and rubbed her torso against him. She laid her forehead on his chest and nuzzled as best she could, "Don't you want to know why I can't leave?"
He looked down at her, the creamy expanse of neck, life strumming through her. The pressure of her pert breasts burning a path straight to his groin.
His head lolled back into the wall. He was lost. "Why?"
"I did a spell. A very, very, very good spell."
He dropped her wrists and grasped her chin bringing her eyes to his, "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
Undaunted, she continued, "I've distorted time. We're here for two days. Well...one and a half now," she pouted, "no one can come in, no one can go out. Time passes out there differently than in here."
She walked out of his hands and started undressing, all the while explaining, "I'm with Janice. In LA. We're going to a concert and then we're staying at her sister's. I left Saturday morning and won't be back until late Sunday afternoon. But here...here we've got until Sunday night. My mom and sister will have no desire to check on me. Anyone who passes by your crypt will be...encouraged to ignore it."
Her shirt and pants were off, soft creamy flesh exposed to his hungry gaze. His cock twitched at the little cotton panties and the small white bra, complete with tiny bows. They barely covered her. And yet the parts they did cover, were the parts he so badly wanted to see.
She was different now. HE had made her different. Bolder, wiser, more sure of herself. "You are all mine. And I am all yours. And no one is the wiser."
She came back to him, pressed her body into his, "What are you going to do with me?" She reached up on tip-toes and brushed a feather soft kiss across his mouth.
********************
He gave up. He was going to hell anyway, and for once, he wasn't the instigator in this train wreck. He crushed her to his chest and kissed her letting his lips and tounge tell her exactly how he felt. Hands leaving her only to discard his own clothes in a rush.
He lingered over every inch of her. Nibbling, caressing, licking, sucking. He covered her with his body, his hands, his eyes, and his mouth until she was slick and swollen with need. She was arching up at him babbling, "I...oh god, Spike, I..." He knew what it was that she couldn't articulate. What her body wanted but she had no words for.
Her smooth thighs were spread wide for him and he rested the head of his cock at her burning entrance. She was so impossibly small. In her heightened arousal her movements were frantic, desperate, but there was no way to do this without hurting her. He couldn't hurt her. He couldn't. His forehead dropped to hers, "Pet, I can't."
Her eyes opened and she looked directly into him. She reached up and kissed him tenderly, "You can. I want you to. Please." Her quiet voice was so full of longing, her eyes so full of trust, he had to shut his own against the truth he saw there. Her hands cupped his ass and pushed him ever so slightly in, "Please."
He captured her mouth as he surged forward, shocked at the iron heat that squeezed him and cringing at the scream she unleashed into his mouth. He shook from the wave of pain that engulfed his head, but vowed not to let her see.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she sobbed as he stretched her from the inside. He was huge. There was no room for him down there. There was no room for her. And then he moved--pulled out, "No. No." Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his body as the pain eased and her walls collapsed from the loss of his cock.
He'd hurt her, there were tears running down her temples into her gorgeous hair. Bloody, hell. Tears of his own were forming, his chest was threatening to cave in. He was ruining it all. Just like always. And then her hands were pulling him back, her voice became demanding again, "Please, please, please," and her hips rose up to resheath him.
It was better when he started to move. The sudden tearing pain was pushed aside by the rolling heat that began to fill her pelvis. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt, ever imagined, ever dreamed. It was steel and satin at the same time and until now "friction" had only been a word, not a sensation. She was feeling him inside and out and then he slid down and up and "Ooooh!"
He smiled as she moaned when he hit her clit with his abdomnen, dragging up and over it with each thrust. It was more than he had ever imagined this writhing, moaning wraith underneath him, begging him with every motion, every noise. Begging him, for him. Not for pain, not for some twisted desire for control, not for revenge; just for his touch, his body, his passion, HIM.
He felt her thighs begin to tremble and he increased his pace until her head was whipping back and forth on the pillow and her hips were crashing into his with bruising force. Dawn screamed again, this time with release.
If she would just let him be. The world around him seemed distorted, unreal. She was everywhere. Fuck, he'd even thought that she was here. Real. Close. That all he'd had to do was reach out and touch her. He rolled over with a groan.
Dawn was up and headed for the couch the second he moved. She placed a hand on his shoulder and his eyes shot open. He sat up. Looked at her like she was a priest bearing a cross, holy water and muttering incantations. And then he fell backwards onto the floor.
Dawn couldn't help it, she laughed. And once she started she couldn't stop. She laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks, until she had to double over her stomach hurt so bad, until she had to sit or she was going to pee her pants. And still she laughed.
Her laughter finally disappated into small, hitches and Spike had come around the couch to look at her as she wiped her eyes and drew in shaky breaths between hiccups.
"Why are you here?" His voice sounded like an iron bar that'd been left out in the rain for years; rusty, cracked.
"Oh stop looking all forlorn. And go shower. You stink. I'm not going anywhere." To prove her point, she got up, sat on the couch and put her feet up.
"You have to leave." He tried to sound certain, now that his voice had smoothed out.
"Sorry. Can't."
"What are you talking about?" He came around the arm of the couch to stare at her. Ah, now she had his curiosity peaked.
Smiling, she closed her eyes and teased, "Go take a shower, stinky and then we'll talk."
He looked at her, helpless. She looked serene. And content. And not more than a little...smug. And damn her, he did need a shower.
**************
She was waiting for him on the bed when he came out. He froze as his body reacted to the sight of her, tangible and smiling so brightly. More vivid and spectacular than anything else in the room.
"I wanted to join you." She stood and walked towards him. With a terrified look, he inched back into the wall. "It took everything I had not to go into that tiny crevasse and slip in with you."
"Stop it." His back slammed into the rock. "Stop."
"No." She placed a hand on his chest. He was still slightly damp and it clung.
He reached up and grabbed her wrist, yanking it down, conscious of the pulse just under his fingers. "This is not a game."
She put her free hand on his groin, caressed the hard lump she found there. "No. No, it's not."
He grabbed that wrist and held her arms to the side, trying to prevent her from touching him anymore. He couldn't take her touching him anymore.
She leaned her body forward until her breasts pressed into him and rubbed her torso against him. She laid her forehead on his chest and nuzzled as best she could, "Don't you want to know why I can't leave?"
He looked down at her, the creamy expanse of neck, life strumming through her. The pressure of her pert breasts burning a path straight to his groin.
His head lolled back into the wall. He was lost. "Why?"
"I did a spell. A very, very, very good spell."
He dropped her wrists and grasped her chin bringing her eyes to his, "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
Undaunted, she continued, "I've distorted time. We're here for two days. Well...one and a half now," she pouted, "no one can come in, no one can go out. Time passes out there differently than in here."
She walked out of his hands and started undressing, all the while explaining, "I'm with Janice. In LA. We're going to a concert and then we're staying at her sister's. I left Saturday morning and won't be back until late Sunday afternoon. But here...here we've got until Sunday night. My mom and sister will have no desire to check on me. Anyone who passes by your crypt will be...encouraged to ignore it."
Her shirt and pants were off, soft creamy flesh exposed to his hungry gaze. His cock twitched at the little cotton panties and the small white bra, complete with tiny bows. They barely covered her. And yet the parts they did cover, were the parts he so badly wanted to see.
She was different now. HE had made her different. Bolder, wiser, more sure of herself. "You are all mine. And I am all yours. And no one is the wiser."
She came back to him, pressed her body into his, "What are you going to do with me?" She reached up on tip-toes and brushed a feather soft kiss across his mouth.
********************
He gave up. He was going to hell anyway, and for once, he wasn't the instigator in this train wreck. He crushed her to his chest and kissed her letting his lips and tounge tell her exactly how he felt. Hands leaving her only to discard his own clothes in a rush.
He lingered over every inch of her. Nibbling, caressing, licking, sucking. He covered her with his body, his hands, his eyes, and his mouth until she was slick and swollen with need. She was arching up at him babbling, "I...oh god, Spike, I..." He knew what it was that she couldn't articulate. What her body wanted but she had no words for.
Her smooth thighs were spread wide for him and he rested the head of his cock at her burning entrance. She was so impossibly small. In her heightened arousal her movements were frantic, desperate, but there was no way to do this without hurting her. He couldn't hurt her. He couldn't. His forehead dropped to hers, "Pet, I can't."
Her eyes opened and she looked directly into him. She reached up and kissed him tenderly, "You can. I want you to. Please." Her quiet voice was so full of longing, her eyes so full of trust, he had to shut his own against the truth he saw there. Her hands cupped his ass and pushed him ever so slightly in, "Please."
He captured her mouth as he surged forward, shocked at the iron heat that squeezed him and cringing at the scream she unleashed into his mouth. He shook from the wave of pain that engulfed his head, but vowed not to let her see.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she sobbed as he stretched her from the inside. He was huge. There was no room for him down there. There was no room for her. And then he moved--pulled out, "No. No." Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his body as the pain eased and her walls collapsed from the loss of his cock.
He'd hurt her, there were tears running down her temples into her gorgeous hair. Bloody, hell. Tears of his own were forming, his chest was threatening to cave in. He was ruining it all. Just like always. And then her hands were pulling him back, her voice became demanding again, "Please, please, please," and her hips rose up to resheath him.
It was better when he started to move. The sudden tearing pain was pushed aside by the rolling heat that began to fill her pelvis. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt, ever imagined, ever dreamed. It was steel and satin at the same time and until now "friction" had only been a word, not a sensation. She was feeling him inside and out and then he slid down and up and "Ooooh!"
He smiled as she moaned when he hit her clit with his abdomnen, dragging up and over it with each thrust. It was more than he had ever imagined this writhing, moaning wraith underneath him, begging him with every motion, every noise. Begging him, for him. Not for pain, not for some twisted desire for control, not for revenge; just for his touch, his body, his passion, HIM.
He felt her thighs begin to tremble and he increased his pace until her head was whipping back and forth on the pillow and her hips were crashing into his with bruising force. Dawn screamed again, this time with release.
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Date: 2003-09-10 10:03 pm (UTC)S
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Date: 2003-09-12 10:14 am (UTC)Now, where do we go from here? Ack.
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Date: 2003-09-10 10:06 pm (UTC)hmm... well. umm.. you know. (buff, buff, buff. looks at clock) I may have discovered a new bulletproof kink, between you and diva. Just sayin.
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Date: 2003-09-12 10:15 am (UTC)Wow.
Glad you're enjoying it!
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Date: 2003-09-11 03:17 am (UTC)Oh my!
Just so you know, I read this before bedtime last night and Papacool got MIGHTY lucky.
He thanks you. (Naughty girl)
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Date: 2003-09-12 10:16 am (UTC)I do what I can to help my fellow man.
Hee.
I'm suprised and really,really glad that you like it!
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Date: 2003-09-16 10:12 am (UTC)I must be a really sick puppy
Date: 2003-09-20 07:45 pm (UTC)Re: I must be a really sick puppy
Date: 2003-09-21 06:09 pm (UTC)Thank you for staying with us.