The presence made her pause for a brief second, her hands around the demon’s head. Its renewed struggle had her refocusing again and she quickly snapped its neck. Behind her she heard footsteps. She didn’t turn. Staring at the wet asphalt, she slowly lifted a hand to touch the mark on her throat; his mark. If she closed her eyes she could feel his fangs breaking through her skin. God, it had been so long.
The footsteps had stopped, and then she felt someone brush against her mind. Her body seemed to act on instinct. One second she stood looking at the ground, next she had him pressed up against the wall, her hand gripping the collar of his t-shirt. She searched his face, first for something wrong, and then to just drink him in.
A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Really, love,” he said, “Do you think one of those ugly shape-shifters will show up again?” There was a teasing tone to his voice but the glassy eyes betrayed his real feelings.
She choked back a sob and wrapped her arms around his neck. Immediately, he pulled her close and buried his face in her hair, murmuring her name over and over as he turned them around so she was standing with her back to the wall. For the first time in forever she felt peace filling her; him covering her, the scent of him surrounding her.
His cheek rubbed against hers and his fingers dipped under her shirt, caressing the bare skin and her head fell back against the wall. Her mind registered the small pain, but she only felt his lips on the mark.
“Love...”
The raw need in her voice brought them both to an abrupt halt and he drew back a fraction. For a moment the world stilled around them. Then his mouth brushed against hers. It was a hesitant touch, just a whisper of his lips against the corner of hers. It was enough to have her gasping, desperately touching his face as she reached up to press a kiss against a closed eyelid. A soft growl came from him and his hand slipped deeper under her shirt, brushing against her bra.
She wanted to tell him she had missed him. That she loved him. But her mouth had gone dry and she felt her eyes well with tears anew. He smiled tenderly and put a hand over her hammering heart. She placed hers over his.
“Come on.”
She led him to her motel room, the place she’d rented solely because it was cheap and she needed roof over her head; there was no need for something better when she was only staying for a couple of days. It was possible that he already knew where she lived though, it was even presumable that she’d been stalked during most of the night. He had a thing for it, something about liking to see she could still handle herself. Though lately, it had started to be earlier and earlier in the evening that he would make himself known.
She was trembling slightly as she fished the key out of her pocket. He was standing behind her, not touching but somehow hovering over her. The distance was killing her. Still, she managed to unlock the door at first try.
Letting him in, she closed the door with a quiet click.
Quickly he shed his duster and threw it over the chair, then pulled her with him onto the unmade bed.
She had forgotten. How could she have forgotten? It wasn’t more than two months since they had been together like this, still she hadn’t remembered how he could drive her into this frenzy so fast. Before she knew it her hands were clawing at his shoulders, their teeth clashing and lips bruising.
She tried to pull his t-shirt up but it got stuck under his arms. A growl of irritation rumbled through his chest and hastily he drew back to rip it off. A second later his mouth was back on hers and he swallowed her giggle. Though as he started to kiss his way down her neck she heard him mumble “What?” against her skin.
“You, with the shirt.” Another small giggle. “I would’ve thought you’d want to get naked.”
“Didn’t want to stop touching you.” He raised his head to meet her gaze and suddenly seriousness took over his features. “How long do you think it’ll be next time?”
She stiffened beneath him and a hand came up to gently caress her stomach. Her eyes welled with tears again and she looked away. She wanted to apologize. Wanted to tell him that it would soon be over. Wanted to say they could run away and have their happily ever after. Things like that didn’t exist though and she couldn’t lie, especially when he already knew the truth. She swallowed hard and next moment his forehead was against hers.
“Hush... I know, love, I know,” he whispered, “But... someday, right? Someday it’ll be just you and me, no bloody Watchers...”
She gave him a small smile and tugged his mouth back to hers. Someday. She didn’t want to lie, didn’t want to make promises she couldn’t keep. Instead she tried to pour her love into the kiss, but even as he shuddered and moaned she didn’t think she really succeeded. At the back of her mind there was still the nagging worry, and most of the time it refused to give her complete peace, even in moments like these.
His hands were busy at her blouse, simply ripping it open, reached her bra, and tore it in two halves. When his mouth latched on to one nipple she couldn’t bring herself to care. A moan tumbled through the air.
Then his mouth was gone and she arched against him. A second passed before she noticed that he had sat up and was tugging at her too-tight jeans. Long experience had him soon giving up with an irritated sigh.
“Take them off,” he said as he made quick work of his own.
“Who made you the boss?” she said, even as she started to do as he’d said. “Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
They grinned at each other. As she took off the last piece of her clothing, her thong, she made a big show of putting it into the pocket of his discarded jeans. Watching him watching her, an amused smirk playing on his lips, she felt her heart swell.
“When will you stop doing that?” he asked, eyes roaming over her naked body as she slowly climbed onto the bed towards him. “Half the fun is taking them when you don’t notice.”
“Maybe when you stop asking.” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes were following the movements of her right hand. Her fingers familiarized themselves for a thousandth time with his right collarbone, and then travelled down his chest. He trembled.
“Kiss me,” he murmured and she did. He rolled them over so he was on top, grinning wildly as he broke the kiss and grabbed her hands to pin them over her head. Leaning down he rubbed his nose against hers, making her giggle and in turn his eyes sparkled. She loved that look. Abruptly all her laughter died. How long would it take before she saw it again after tonight?
“No,” he mumbled, “Don’t think about that.”
“Now,” she whispered, “Now is all that matters.”
“Exactly.” A slow smirk spread across his lips. “So, how much did you miss me?”
More than you can imagine.
Her legs shot up to wind themselves around his waist. Next second she’d flipped them over and forced his wrists to the mattress. She leaned down, her nipples skating over his chest as she let her cheek just graze his.
“Let me show you.”
A shiver ran down his spine.
Slowly, she explored every inch of his body. On her way up again, she halted at his hipbone. It was sharp, there was actually a weird likeness to his cheekbones. She smiled at that. He had some scars, but fewer than you’d imagine after a hundred and forty years walking this earth. Here though, the skin was soft, flawless.
She didn’t realize how much she’d zoned out until a low growl split the air.
“Slayer...”
She raised her head, arching an eyebrow with a sly smile.
He shook his head with a leer. “I can think of better places to linger.”
“I like it here,” she countered, “Maybe I want to –“
Their positions were reversed again in a blink and a hand pushed her legs further apart, a finger barely dipping inside of her before it was gone again. A soft whimper tore through her throat and her hips thrust upwards. He didn’t seem to notice; his eyes were fixed upon the glistening tip of his middle finger.
No more playing.
“Inside me, now,” she said, planting her feet flat against the bed.
He pressed a kiss against her chin, reaching between them to postion himself at her entrance. Then he slid inside her and she sighed, wrapping her arms around him. For long seconds they were completely still, before he murmured her name and his hips started to rock against hers. The pace was soon quickened though and she dragged his mouth down to hers, tearing at his lips, trying to make him move faster still. She needed the confirmation that he was really there, with her. A taste of blood and she heard the crack as his bones shifted. He pulled back, yellow eyes burning into hers.
She saw the change in his features; the ridges, the eyes, the sharp fangs. But somehow there was still no difference. The demon was a part of him and without it he wouldn’t be who he was today. For a while she’d seen the man and the demon as two separate beings, but now she knew better. They were both him, and they could act as one, as two aspects of his personality. It was like her and her Slayer-side, because she clearly had a Slayer-side when she just focused on her goal and destroyed everything in the way towards it.
His ridges nudged her neck and she felt his tongue lapping at the mark. A low moan tumbled over her lips through panting and she tilted her head to the side. The feeling of him moving inside her, faster, faster. It was not enough but still just right. She wanted to come but at the same time didn’t want it to be over.
Fangs slid over her skin without even pricking it. His name came over her lips as a whimper and her hips bucked. He was ramming into her now, fangs just resting against her neck, harsh pants against her skin. She felt the familiar tightening in his body, if he lifted his head she knew his jaw would be clenched.
“Bite me,” she said.
No questioning. His tongue ran over the mark once more, then his fangs sliced into her skin. She cried out as her body spasmed and she came, the pleasure prolonged with every new pull of her blood. A few seconds later his head snapped back and she heard him shouting her name.
Long later, she lay curled in his arms. She wanted to be closer, wanted to crawl under his skin. A sigh, then his hand came up to stroke her hair.
“When?” When do you have to leave?
Desperately, she shook her head, didn’t want to think about that now. “Not now,” she said.
“Someday, love,” he murmured, “Someday, it’ll be just you and me.”
She didn’t say anything, just buried her face in his chest.
She didn’t want to lie.
The End