Fever

by Tara Ann Stridh

rated NC-17

Darla/Lindsey

Darla regretfully declines a proposal.

spoilers - none

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The New Year’s Eve party downstairs was lively. Upstairs Darla and Lindsey stood in an unoccupied bedroom. Red rose petals completely covered the champagne sheets. Lindsey watched Darla in her long white silk dress and red sweater coat. The first thing she did was remove her coat and toss it on the dark wooden floor. Then she slipped out of her strappy heels so that she stood barefoot; like the rest of her body her feet were small and beautiful.

Her hair hung loosely past her shoulders in long fair curls.

Lindsey approached her, towering over her petite body in a way he usually never did.

Things were difficult between them. They had been human together. Then she had become a vampire. Then they had been vampires together. Now they were both human again and had been living together, raising Connor, until Darla decided to move into the Hyperion, taking Connor with her. Now they were estranged but so deeply etched in each other’s soul that where one led the other followed.

Lindsey pulled the strap of her right shoulder down and kissed her skin gently. Then he bit at her shoulder, hoping it would bruise, and it would. He semi-circled around to her so that he was facing her and they simply kissed for several moments.

Then he slid the dress over her pale breasts and began to caress them. His silver fleur-de-lis bracelet was cold against her warm skin. He brought his lips to her breasts, kissing them, licking them, biting at her nipples until they flushed pink.

Next he pulled her dress down over her small hips and let the fabric slip to her ankles where she naturally stepped out of it. All that remained was her white fishnet thong.

Lindsey wanted to her to touch him, but she remained still. Then she rubbed the back of her hand against his crotch. She touched him the way she had first touched his plastic hand - with sensual curiosity and a sexual taunting that seemed subtle and innocent. He stepped back, glanced into her violet-hazel eyes with his blue and said, “Take them off and lie face down on the bed.”

Darla seemed to sigh momentarily as she took her panties off. Then she went to the bed and did as he said. He usually took the orders from her but tonight she felt like playing passive.

She could feel the weight of his body hovering over her. Then his soft lips began to trace a path along her white back down to her buttocks. Darla’s porcelain skin felt different now that she was human. As a vampire her skin had felt like powdered dough but human her skin felt like flesh. Lindsey’s lips kissed her ass and she closed her eyes.

Her breathing was steady and her heartbeat seemed to call out to his own. He stood at the foot of the bed and Darla opened her eyes. She took a deep breath and watched him undress.

His erection appeared huge, more so than it generally was and at the sight of it she sat up on her knees and waited for him to come to her. She pouted briefly, wishing he would turn around so she could see his finely molded ass. She loved to fuck him in the ass and she lamented not bringing any special toys with her to the party; not only did she relish fucking him in that way but she had taught him to like it, too, to crave it, to beg her for it.

Kneeling on the bed he grabbed her small hips and she parted her porcelain thighs.

She was expecting an entrance with force but he entered her tamely.

They fucked in a sitting-up position and all was silent until her voice chimed, “I fucked Angel last night and I let him eat out my cunt this morning.”

Lindsey pushed deeper inside her, causing her to moan out in eased pain. As a vampire she had been strong and sensitive. As a mortal she was weaker and her slayer history made her even more sensitive. As a vampire Darla could hurt Lindsey but now that she was human he could hurt her.

More than anything Lindsey wished the souled vampire had left his mark on her body. Anything - a scratch, a bite, but there was nothing. Just perfect white jasmine flesh throbbing with silent mockery. It hadn’t been like the night she and Angel had made Connor, where the evidence of their despairing union had been present all over her body, on the outside and the inside, but Lindsey was still jealous. He was always jealous it seemed.

Lindsey fucked her harder and she clawed at his shoulders. Their lovemaking quickened and she tilted her head back slightly with every thrust he gave her.

Then he grabbed her arm, twisting it wickedly behind her back and pushing her down so that he was on top of her.

Darla cried out a simple, “Ow,” but she didn’t want him to stop. Then she smiled and he thought he heard her signature of metallic laughter.

Still holding her arm beneath her back Lindsey came in full force. Looking down upon her face he could smell the Chanel metal garnet of her lips and heard her laughter echoing in his mind.

I’m in love with you.

Lindsey let go of her arm and crawled off the bed. Leaning over her he spread her legs and glared at her glistening cunt. He began to bite lovingly at her thighs; Lindsey licked her slit, tasting his victory over her. She purred quietly, then louder.

Slowly Darla brought her own hand to her cunt, but he pushed her away. Instead he began to finger her clit, slipping two fingers inside her.

Darla moaned more for herself than she did for him and finally she came.

Lindsey lay beside her and stroked her lips with his well-spent fingers.

“Your lips feel like rose petals,” he said, his voice velvet gravel soft.

She smiled, taking his fingers in her mouth and said, “So do yours.”

Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the red rose petals on the bed. Then she held her left hand in front of her face, her eyes glowing at the diamond ring.

Darla took it off her slender finger and gave it to Lindsey.

“You know I can never marry you.”

And just like that all the dreams he was beginning to believe in and accept were crushed. He expected her to laugh but she had stopped laughing at him a very long time ago.

“Lindsey,” she said as if she had something more to say, but she didn’t finish.

Instead she sat up and got dressed, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders.

Then she went to him, tugged at his dark hair, and kissed him; he kissed her back, their tongues intertwining. What he really wanted was to do was smack her, pull her hair, strangle her with a strand of pearls, shove broken glass up her cunt, anything, but he kissed her back.

Then she bit roughly at his neck, leaving bruises with her small perfect teeth, and he surprised her by biting back, scratching her flesh with his own blunt determined teeth.

He thought he heard her whisper, “I love you, Lindsey,” but he imagined it was in his head, just like her laughter. He remembered the time she I’m in love with you laughed in his face and the strong stirrings it had placed within his cock. He was feeling it all over again as he held the ring he gave to her in his clenched fist. He wondered if she would laugh after he punched her in her pretty face. Blood and laughter. He wondered if she had laughed after Angel set her on fire and pushed her through glass doors. Maybe now he finally could somewhat sympathize with the souled vampire’s reasoning behind it all. Once Lindsey had loved her with gentle caresses and tender lips, but little by little she awakened those nastier urges within him, and he’d become a different man. The old him was still alive and tried to catch her again and again but the new him, the darker him, seemed to hold her attention more closely. It seemed to satisfy her more in a cold and empty way that somehow also left Lindsey more than content, though he felt ashamed to admit it. What angered Lindsey was that he got off when she humiliated him - her mockery of him was his drug addiction but sometimes he had to fight back, to try and hold on to a slice of dignity. He was foolish, though, to think that he was her equal now that she was human again.

Lindsey no longer knew what Darla wanted. In the beginning he had thought she was desperate to be loved, and she was, but now she seemed determined to push him away from her forever.

Before Darla left the party she carried his heavy bruises all along her neck and shoulders, and only she and Lindsey knew the history behind them.

She wasn’t sure what to think of it all or why she needed Lindsey to be mean to her. Darla knew more than anything that she needed him to be nice to her, to love her completely, but there was always the fear of what was and what could be that got in the way of it every time.