Comments | fairytales_over: I'll keep my hand on your trigger finger

wicked_designs in fairytales_over

I'll keep my hand on your trigger finger

Dec 14, 2005 16:08

I'd left the unconscious slayer in Angelus' care when I disappeared into the night. I'd already done all the helping I was likely to do when it came to Angelus and his sick obsession with vampire slayers. Of course, I could see why he wanted Faith on his side- she was a wicked little flower and certainly in no way comparable to Buffy unless one ( Read more... )

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rogue_lawyer January 3 2006, 02:02:40 UTC

After buttoning my jeans, I shut the bedroom door quietly behind me and start to make a beeline for the bathroom. I need a shower. A long, hot shower that’ll take the smell of him right off of me. Although I’m getting the impression that the memory of tonight is going to stick with me a whole lot longer than the scent, half-drunk or otherwise.

Speaking of half-drunk…

It’s really no wonder I’m having one of those nights, where I start to imagine shadows of the past everywhere I look. With the amount of alcohol in my system and the fact that I’ve just fucked around with someone so closely related to her, it isn’t hard to see how my brain would dredge up a particular blonde ghost.

"Hello lover."Talking … ghost ( ... )

wicked_designs January 4 2006, 14:36:48 UTC

I refused to move even an inch from my perch on the sofa as Lindsey approached me with raw confusion in his pale eyes. In fact I delighted in the way his mood suddenly began to veer from one direction into the next before smashing like a trash wreck with realization. I was back, understated yet accurate enough I supposed.

"Are you quite sure?" I asked him quietly, my eyes locking onto his. "Perhaps I'm a ghost, or a figment of your imagination. Your subconscious' attempt to force you into a sense of guilt for your wrong doings. Tell me, Lindsey? Have you been naughty or nice this year?"

He looked at me confused for a moment and I only laughed as I stood up and ran my hands down his chest, allowing him to see to feel that I really was back and not in some Jacob Marley sense either. I could still smell my son on him, and I dipped my head down slightly closer to his neck. He was still brazen, still seemed to have little to fear from vampires or perhaps just myself ( ... )

rogue_lawyer January 6 2006, 05:42:42 UTC

I’m hanging on her every word and not understanding a bit of it, still struggling with the fact that she’s here. Here, within arms reach, if I could lift my numb fingers to touch her. She stands, with that same startling laughter that always sent a shiver down my spine, every damn time, her palms sliding over my chest in a move too calculated to be sexual.

Who am I kidding? She’s sex appeal personified and I’m so close to shuddering at her cold touch…

Vampire.

"You fucked my son."

The double realization, of what she is and what she knows, hits me like a one-two punch to the gut and I’m shaking my head in useless denial.

“I… it’s not what you think.” Except for the part where it is and you can smell the lie of it on my skin. Christ. There’s a twisted smile pulling at corners of my mouth, half-manic, and my hand hovers in the air between us for a moment, but I can’t bring myself to touch her.

“I missed you.”

wicked_designs January 8 2006, 07:41:11 UTC

I stared at him for a long moment then, letting him squirm beneath my gaze, but he hardly even withered. Instead his hand reached out gently as if to touch my face but somewhere along the line he lost his nerve. I only held his gaze for a moment more before laughter began erupting from my lips ( ... )

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