TITLE: Idle Pleasures [1/1]
AUTHOR: Samantha McCullah
EMAIL: ankhet@cswnet.com
DISTRIBUTION: Just keep my name attached, and you can post it.
SPOILERS: Set after BBB but before Passion
CONTENT: D/A(us), minor sexual situation nothing graphic
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Dru and Angelus 'play'
DISCLAIMER: If they were mine, why would I still be writing fanfic? I'd be on a beach somewhere with Spike and Angel serving me drinks with little umbrellas in them (the drinks, not Spike and Angel). Joss owns 'em, not me.
"Since I cannot prove a lover, to entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain, and hate the idle pleasures of these days...."
Shakespeare, Richard III, Act I, Scene 1
"The stars are awake," Drusilla commented lazily as she cracked her eyes open to stare at her sire who was sitting with ankles crossed in the chair opposite the table. "Mmmmm, they woke me," she whispered, closing her eyes again.
"Really," Angelus muttered, studying the knife he played over and over in his hands. She smiled suddenly.
"Daddy wants to play," she stated softly. He glanced up at her and noted her dreamy expression. "Princess wants to play, too," she added. Angelus smiled, stood, and strode over to the table.
"And what does Princess want to play?" he asked, tracing the neckline of her gown with the tip of the knife; she inhaled sharply and opened her eyes to meet his.
"Fun games with branding irons," she replied, bringing his knife-holding hand to her mouth and flicking her tongue lightly over his knuckles. She smiled up at him, "And blades." She ran her tongue across the edge of the knife blade, causing it to cut sharply into the flesh of her tongue. Angel smirked down at her and lowered his face to lick away the small trail of blood dripping out of her mouth. "And blood."
"That's what I love about you, Dru, always inventive," he commented, capturing her lips and forcing her mouth open to allow the blood to flow freely. He pulled away and began placing bloody kisses down her neck; he sucked in a small piece of the soft flesh of her neck and bit it harshly, drawing blood. Drusilla cooed into his ear in pleasure. He chuckled against her neck and moved down to her collarbone.
Just before he placed another kiss at the base of her neck, Angelus caught the faint sound of creaking wheels against concrete. He cast a glance at Dru and found her oblivious to any outside interference then he followed the sound to the shadow covered figure. Angel could feel the anger radiating off the slumped figure and couldn't help but grinned evilly.
He lowered his head and licked along her collarbone and down to the beginnings of her cleavage, all the while keeping his gaze fastened on the now tensed figure. Angelus smirked at the shadows and pressed his face between Drusilla's breasts.
He laughed against her as he heard the angry movement of Spike's wheels as he rolled away in anger.
*FIN*