Fics of 100 words!
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moonlettuceI wrote more drabbles for Doyle's drabble-tag.
She can feel the Slayer's strength in Buffy when she holds her. Can feel the power in the lips as they crush against hers.
It's not Cordelia's fault she's attracted to power. Her mother drummed the mantra into her from an early age. Power means success, success means everything. Find a powerful man and you're set for life.
Only the most powerful person in Sunnydale isn't any man, it's the Slayer. Tall, dark and handsome lost when it met short, blonde and shampoo that smells of apples. Power is Buffy, and Buffy is Cordelia's. Just the way it should be.
*
He's never told anyone how hard he got when Faith was sitting in his lap. Never admitted how close he was to coming when the glass slid into his skin and cleaved his flesh, how close he was to saying 'yes' when Faith asked him if he wanted her. No one knows but the two of them.
He still doesn't know if he wants to fuck her because of desire or revenge. But when his fingers wrap around his cock in the dead of night and the face he sees is hers, he finds it doesn't really matter either way.
*
It was the first gift he'd ever given her, not counting the silver cross he'd handed to her when they'd first met. A red key-ring, with a big heart on it, and the words 'love means never having to say you're sorry.' It had still had the 99c sticker on the back when she'd slid it onto her house key next to the small Mickey Mouse her mom had bought her in DisneyLand when she was seven. It wasn't worth anything, but it meant everything. And now she has to go and kill him. And she's not sorry any more.
*
She watches his lips as he voices the incantation. Words slip into the air, carried away on invisible currents. She can feel the power in him and it draws her. She balances on her tiptoes as her lips find his, swallowing the words and taking them into her body. He pulls back, surprise written on his face, lips partly open. She can see his tongue in his mouth and she wants to caress it with her own. Wants to feel it wrap around chants and invocations.
"We shouldn't."
But she kisses him again, and this time he doesn't pull away.
*
She knows he's only fucking her because he can smell Wesley all over her skin. Knows that the tongue dragging itself over her breasts is searching for any hint of the man she was with last night.
Lilah drags her nails down Angel's back and grins when he snarls.
"He calls out your name when he's fucking me, you know."
Words whispered into the vampire's ear that makes him thrust into her faster. Fingers tighten around her arm, and she knows there will be bruises in the morning. Wes's name is on his lips when he comes, and Lilah laughs.
She can feel the Slayer's strength in Buffy when she holds her. Can feel the power in the lips as they crush against hers.
It's not Cordelia's fault she's attracted to power. Her mother drummed the mantra into her from an early age. Power means success, success means everything. Find a powerful man and you're set for life.
Only the most powerful person in Sunnydale isn't any man, it's the Slayer. Tall, dark and handsome lost when it met short, blonde and shampoo that smells of apples. Power is Buffy, and Buffy is Cordelia's. Just the way it should be.
*
He's never told anyone how hard he got when Faith was sitting in his lap. Never admitted how close he was to coming when the glass slid into his skin and cleaved his flesh, how close he was to saying 'yes' when Faith asked him if he wanted her. No one knows but the two of them.
He still doesn't know if he wants to fuck her because of desire or revenge. But when his fingers wrap around his cock in the dead of night and the face he sees is hers, he finds it doesn't really matter either way.
*
It was the first gift he'd ever given her, not counting the silver cross he'd handed to her when they'd first met. A red key-ring, with a big heart on it, and the words 'love means never having to say you're sorry.' It had still had the 99c sticker on the back when she'd slid it onto her house key next to the small Mickey Mouse her mom had bought her in DisneyLand when she was seven. It wasn't worth anything, but it meant everything. And now she has to go and kill him. And she's not sorry any more.
*
She watches his lips as he voices the incantation. Words slip into the air, carried away on invisible currents. She can feel the power in him and it draws her. She balances on her tiptoes as her lips find his, swallowing the words and taking them into her body. He pulls back, surprise written on his face, lips partly open. She can see his tongue in his mouth and she wants to caress it with her own. Wants to feel it wrap around chants and invocations.
"We shouldn't."
But she kisses him again, and this time he doesn't pull away.
*
She knows he's only fucking her because he can smell Wesley all over her skin. Knows that the tongue dragging itself over her breasts is searching for any hint of the man she was with last night.
Lilah drags her nails down Angel's back and grins when he snarls.
"He calls out your name when he's fucking me, you know."
Words whispered into the vampire's ear that makes him thrust into her faster. Fingers tighten around her arm, and she knows there will be bruises in the morning. Wes's name is on his lips when he comes, and Lilah laughs.
