AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Drusilla has a dream of a certain Slayerette...
SPOILER: What's My Line, because Xander is soo hot in those episodes
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: They belong to Joss, but maybe he shouldn't have custody after letting the WB push him around like that and all. Do I sound bitter? I am bitter. The WB sucks.
"You made me cry," Drusilla said as she walked around the bed Xander was bound to. Leather cuffs held him down by his wrists and ankles, and he was naked from the waist up. Drusilla had always preferred a man in leather or even silk, but Xander wore chinos so well that she left them on. Every now and then she would stroke the inside of his thigh, grinning at the feel of the cotton and not the skin beneath it.
"You made me shed tears," she continued, touching his cheek as she stood behind him. "I don't cry for anybody anymore."
"Not even Angelus?" Beaten, bruised, tortured and hungry, Xander was still Xander. He'd make a joke no matter the cost.
Drusilla hit him harshly. "NEVER utter his name." she lowered her voice. "My Angel is gone."
"He's Buffy's Angel now."
Dru slapped him again, and one of the cuts from his whipping the night before opened up from the impact. The blood ran down his cheek and she came around and crawled across the mattress to him.
"I could kill you with my bare hands right now." she threatened.
"So do it," Xander didn't seem afraid.
She touched the back of his hair. It felt silky through her fingers. She enjoyed it and did it repeatedly. "You like it, don't you?"
"I'd like it to be Willow." he replied. j Drusilla growled and flashed him her game face. "I'll make you eat her." she leaned forward to bite him.
"Dru," Spike said gently, touching her shoulder, turning her to him. "Are you all right ducks?"
She sat up in bed and looked all around her. Gone was the beautiful purple velvet adorned room she'd been torturing Xander in. She was lying on her bed in the dark castle she and Spike had claimed as their own not too long ago.
Of course, Xander was gone. She purred like a cat and laid back down, stroking the sheets where he lay in her dream.
"Ducks?" Spike asked again. "Are you all right? Dru, dammit, talk to me, you're scaring me."
She sighed. "I was just having the most perfect dream. He was tied to my bed and he was all for me.
Spike knew the answer but asked anyway. "Who? Angelus?" he made a face.
"Not Angel."
Spike brightened a bit.
Drusilla laid out against the sheets and smiled, remembering the feel of his hair in her hand. "Xander."