Nothing that a Good Whipping Won't Cure
Title: Nothing that Can't Be Cured
Disclaimers: Sadly, I do not own Darla or Dru...
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Darla/Drusilla
Warnings: Femslash obviously; implied S&M.
Word count: 300
Timeframe: Pre-Angel's soul
Summary: Drusilla feels it all-- everything hidden inside.
“All the hope inside is squashed like little bugs-- fluttering fluttering fluttering fluttering always following the body. Like a river.” Drusilla flounced around the room in a dramatic fashion.
“Death death death. All inside the mind. Wants to eat them all over. And then all the screaming starts inside. And the families cry-- tears of death.” She sat down in Darla's lap and then leaned backwards- watching something in front of Darla.
Darla sighed and looked down at Drusilla. “Darling, are you going to eat your dinner or tease it all day?” She asked, already bored.
Drusilla grinned sheepishly, as she rolled off Darla's lap and onto her feet, very much like a cat would. “Are you going to watch?” She asked mischievously, her eyes raking over Darla's negligee.
The man sobbed before them, cowering in the corner-- wanting to be as far away from the two women as possible. Darla rolled her eyes at the man before crossing to Drusilla and kissing her lightly. “Don't I always?” She whispered huskily, her hand trailing across Drusilla's breast as the younger vampire turned to her meal.
“Now, you better scream prettily or Grandmother shall be quite cross with you.” Dru warned.
As she shifted into gameface, the man began to pray, all hope leaving him as he realized his fate. Dru merely smiled sweetly at him, before sinking her fangs into his neck.
When she had finished, Darla crept up behind her, sliding her arms around Dru's waist. “He didn't even beg.” Darla mused sadly as she nuzzled at Drusilla's neck.
Dru nodded sagely. “But he made me all dirty with sadness. Humanity. Burning. Bleeding. Festering” She wiggled in Darla's arms to emphasize her point.
Darla grinned wickedly as she nipped at Dru's ear. “Nothing that a good whipping won't cure.”
Disclaimers: Sadly, I do not own Darla or Dru...
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Darla/Drusilla
Warnings: Femslash obviously; implied S&M.
Word count: 300
Timeframe: Pre-Angel's soul
Summary: Drusilla feels it all-- everything hidden inside.
“All the hope inside is squashed like little bugs-- fluttering fluttering fluttering fluttering always following the body. Like a river.” Drusilla flounced around the room in a dramatic fashion.
“Death death death. All inside the mind. Wants to eat them all over. And then all the screaming starts inside. And the families cry-- tears of death.” She sat down in Darla's lap and then leaned backwards- watching something in front of Darla.
Darla sighed and looked down at Drusilla. “Darling, are you going to eat your dinner or tease it all day?” She asked, already bored.
Drusilla grinned sheepishly, as she rolled off Darla's lap and onto her feet, very much like a cat would. “Are you going to watch?” She asked mischievously, her eyes raking over Darla's negligee.
The man sobbed before them, cowering in the corner-- wanting to be as far away from the two women as possible. Darla rolled her eyes at the man before crossing to Drusilla and kissing her lightly. “Don't I always?” She whispered huskily, her hand trailing across Drusilla's breast as the younger vampire turned to her meal.
“Now, you better scream prettily or Grandmother shall be quite cross with you.” Dru warned.
As she shifted into gameface, the man began to pray, all hope leaving him as he realized his fate. Dru merely smiled sweetly at him, before sinking her fangs into his neck.
When she had finished, Darla crept up behind her, sliding her arms around Dru's waist. “He didn't even beg.” Darla mused sadly as she nuzzled at Drusilla's neck.
Dru nodded sagely. “But he made me all dirty with sadness. Humanity. Burning. Bleeding. Festering” She wiggled in Darla's arms to emphasize her point.
Darla grinned wickedly as she nipped at Dru's ear. “Nothing that a good whipping won't cure.”