Title: The
Weakness in me
Pairing: Ivy/Skimmer
Author: Crimsonwhisper
Fandom: The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series by Kim Harrison
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: This is companion story, of sorts, to 'Breath you in' by meremortal2k3. I am horribly late in posting it really. But I got me a shiny new puter, so I am a bit more motivated. If you haven't read Dead Witch Walking yet…shame on you.
I've woken now to
find myself
In the shadows of all I have created
I'm longing to
be lost in you
It's raining; I can feel it beating on my skin. I don't care, I don't want to be here, and Skimmer isn't Rachel. This is so wrong, but I couldn't stay, I can still taste her blood, her need. If I go back now I'll touch her, I'll take her, take everything. Love hurts more than life. Every time I walk away from her it feels like someone dragged a razor blade across my heart. This blood balance is killing me. At least with Skimmer I can pretend. 'Ivy you are so fucked up.'
She touches my arm, almost with a start my eyes lock with hers; I don't even remember her letting me inside.
"Why are you doing this Ivy?"
"Disconnect and self destruct one bite at a time, it's what Piscary really wants isn't it?"
Skimmer frowned, my eyes dropped from hers, blue and full of pity I don't want. There it is, the anger, I can feel it creeping around me familiar. I can almost feel a part of me fall away as I take a fistful of her blond hair and slam her into the wall. Her hands slide onto my shoulders brushing away the dripping black strands of my hair. I raise my eyes to hers again, rimmed with black. I cannot, I will not be soft. I crush my mouth to hers, hard and bruising. She presses closer. I hate her now, as much as I love what we used to be. I nip at her bottom lip; the sharp points of my fangs draw no more than a pinprick of blood. She groans as I snake my tongue out to taste her lip then slide it inside her mouth. It hits my senses like a train.
I can almost pretend that I don't want Rachel when I slide my hand down past the waist band of Skimmer's sweat pants. I guess at this point I'm in over my head. 'I'm here waiting for you Rachel. I'll wait forever, but your blood makes me weak. I need you.'
"Do you give this to me?" Skimmer's breathy words break me from my thoughts. I yank my hand from her pants and step away.
"No" I can hear my own harsh breathing mixing with hers. Her brow nits in confusion, she reaches for me and I stumble back.
"But I thought..?" Skimmer starts, I cut her off with a sharp motion.
"I cant, not that, I just need...sex Skimmer, that's all this can be. All it can ever be."
When she moves towards me this time I don't stop her. I offer no resistance as she places her hands on my shoulders, pushing me into a sitting position in a nearby chair. A shiver of heat passes thru me when she straddles my lap. I lick my lips when she takes her hand and slides it back into her pants, down to her heat.
With my free hand I pop the buttons of her shirt to reveal the flushed skin of her breasts. Her hands grip my hair as I lean down to suck on an erect bud. I can't stop the bolt of need I feel when I slide two fingers inside of her, her whimper drowned by my own. Nor can I help the hiss that escapes me when she starts to move against my fingers. 'Hate me now Rachel, damn me to the ever after, because I wish it was your wet heat coating my fingers.'
End