Title: Flinch
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Timeline: Season 2
Rating: M
Author's Note: This is my first published work and is just a short (tiny) drabble (or excerpt, depending). I'm more of a reader but I found this draft that I had written around 6 years ago. All reviews are accepted.
She sat huddled against the large bed frame trying to keep out the cold but also the fear of his inevitable return. She knew it was only a matter of time. She didn't know how long she had been here or where here even was...or if she even wanted to leave.
The sight that greeted him made his borrowed blood flow straight to his groin. She was so small, so fragile like a china doll ready to be broken. He smelt her fear and it only served to increase his arousal. He walked towards her like a sleek black cat would stalk his intended prey. Shedding his clothes while he went until he was only left in his pants kneeling on the bed, he reached for her. Whimpering, she recoiled from his touch seemingly trying to mould herself into the bed, like a cornered mouse.
'Shh, I'm not going to hurt you'. Not much anyway, he inwardly added. 'I just want to touch you, to dry your tears.'
He reached over once again and this time she did not flinch. His mouth curled upwards into a warm smile that did not reach his empty eyes. His large palm cupped her cheek and he watched as she leaned into his touch seeking affection from his cold hand. Wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb he then dipped his head to capture a precious drop with his tongue. He felt her tense at his sudden move and tightened his hold on her jaw but she did not pull away. Relaxing his grip he trailed feather light kisses over her porcelain face, over her eyes. Sighing she relaxed further into his embrace and tipped her face towards his. He licked her lips fleetingly, tasting her own blood from their previous entanglement. Her blood, her very life essence inflamed his already teetering control and he crushed his lips to hers needing to taste more of her. He heard her whimper under the bruising onslaught of his lips and he felt her fingers reflexively come to rest on his abdomen. Groaning he forced her lips open and dipped his tongue inside her warm mouth ruthlessly, an unspoken promise of what was to come.