TRUST
Written by: Zola
Summary: Some nightmares are meant to be faced. Takes place sometime after "Dead Things"
Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and all characters are owned by
Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, etc, etc, etc
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I want to die inside her.
Head back, breath coming in short gasps as she rides me...so beautiful,
my
Slayer...oh God that I've rejected, oh God, Buffy, God, fuck me, oh,
fuck
me baby, rip me with your nails, yes, that's it, yes, yes...
It's all the heaven that I'm going to get.
She must be tired tonight because after she unlocks the handcuffs from
my
wrists, she relaxes against me and lets me put my arms around her. An
unexpected pleasure when I am entirely too accustomed to her hurrying
off. I try to carve her into my mind, the softness of her skin
overlaying
her sleek muscles, the tickle of her hair against my face, the
salty-sweet
taste of her sweat on my tongue as I nuzzle her neck. Heaven.
Buffy? Why are you crying? Talk to me, love. You don't have to do this
alone any more. Don't cry, pet. I'll do anything you want me to do.
Anything. I trust you. I love you. I'll always love you.
I can't believe it. She's kissing me softly, gently. Lovingly? Her
tears
fall on my face like rain, washing away the pain and doubt inside me.
And
even though I should be exhausted, I feel my cock hardening against
her.
She kisses the sore spots on my face, the marks that she made when I
tried
to stop her from killing herself again. It's not that I'm in love with
pain, but there was so much anger inside her that night. It was eating
her
soul away, killing her. A few bruises are a small price to pay to
spare
her that. I'll do anything to protect her.
The demon face? Are you sure, pet? I let myself change. Buffy? Be
careful, love, I don't want you to cut your tongue. Is this really
happening? She's kissing my vampire self as tenderly as she just kissed
the
human one.
She slides slowly onto me and rolls us both so that I'm on top. I love
how
she wraps her legs around the back of my thighs to pull me in
deeper. She's letting me make love to her...letting the passion build
from
our rhythm and whispered endearments. I can feel the rumblings of her
orgasm approaching, inner walls beginning to contract.
You want me to...no, you don't mean that. I can't believe she wants to
give
herself to me in that way, when I thought we had already done just
about
everything it was possible for us to do. She tilts her head back and
turns
it to the side, baring the unscarred side of her neck to my eager lips.
I'm very, very careful to only nip lightly with one sharp tooth. This
is love-play, not a meal. Just a tiny cut, deep enough for me to taste her
but not enough to leave a scar. Her blood is sweet on my tongue as I
suckle at the wound. Aphrodisiac... Her eyes roll back with the ecstasy of it
and she clenches around me like an iron fist in a velvet glove. I can't
hold the vamp face any longer and I let it go as explode into her.
I want to die inside her.
The End
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