LXG ficlet
Title: Scavenger Hunt
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Dorian/Mina
Summary: Being M's errand boy has certain compensations.
Being M’s errand boy, Dorian mused, as he closed Mina’s door gently behind him, was not entirely without its compensations. The years had wrought quite an interesting change in the former Miss Murray. Quite an interesting change indeed.
It really was a shame that their reunion was destined to be only a temporary one. Given time, Dorian felt that he could easily develop a taste for a few love bites. Of course, given time, a man could develop a taste for almost anything.
Opium, absinthe, hashish… blood… And power, mustn’t forget that. Eventually, all vices could become addictions. And addictions-whether to blood, adrenaline, knowledge, pleasure, or violence-were such easy things to manipulate. Offering Quatermain a chance at adventure had him jumping at the bit. Offering Mina a few drops of blood had her lying back and spreading her legs. And what lovely, flexible legs they were.
Dorian reached up to adjust his cravat-there was the tiniest spatter of red on it, but changing it could wait until after his next visit, since it was only going to become further crumpled anyway-and patted the pocket of his waistcoat to make certain that his handkerchief was still there. It wouldn’t do to lose the first of M’s prizes mere hours after acquiring it.
Now, on to the next item in his little scavenger hunt.
If he played his cards right, invisible skin might be almost as much fun to acquire as vampiric blood.
^_~
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Dorian/Mina
Summary: Being M's errand boy has certain compensations.
Being M’s errand boy, Dorian mused, as he closed Mina’s door gently behind him, was not entirely without its compensations. The years had wrought quite an interesting change in the former Miss Murray. Quite an interesting change indeed.
It really was a shame that their reunion was destined to be only a temporary one. Given time, Dorian felt that he could easily develop a taste for a few love bites. Of course, given time, a man could develop a taste for almost anything.
Opium, absinthe, hashish… blood… And power, mustn’t forget that. Eventually, all vices could become addictions. And addictions-whether to blood, adrenaline, knowledge, pleasure, or violence-were such easy things to manipulate. Offering Quatermain a chance at adventure had him jumping at the bit. Offering Mina a few drops of blood had her lying back and spreading her legs. And what lovely, flexible legs they were.
Dorian reached up to adjust his cravat-there was the tiniest spatter of red on it, but changing it could wait until after his next visit, since it was only going to become further crumpled anyway-and patted the pocket of his waistcoat to make certain that his handkerchief was still there. It wouldn’t do to lose the first of M’s prizes mere hours after acquiring it.
Now, on to the next item in his little scavenger hunt.
If he played his cards right, invisible skin might be almost as much fun to acquire as vampiric blood.
^_~